Traveling through time to cultivate immortality: a life and death test

The black-robed old man's eyes gleamed with greed, and he muttered something to himself, seemingly preparing some powerful move. Liu Xing was wary, not daring to approach, fearing the other party might have some tricks up their sleeve. He held the Loggerhead Turtle Shield in his left hand and the Golden Thunder Sword in his right. His spiritual sense controlled the three puppets to attack frantically, entangling the opponent's magic weapon and preventing them from escaping.

Suddenly, a chilling gust of wind, accompanied by a sinister laugh, swept over. A closer look revealed a pale skull, which flew out from the black-robed figure's chest and lunged towards Liu Xing. The demonic cultivator's methods were strange, feeding the demon with his own body. The skull possessed peak Foundation Establishment strength. Liu Xing unceremoniously raised his Golden Thunder Sword and slashed at the skull. A bolt of lightning struck the skull's crown, sending it flying. It screamed in pain.

Liu Xing seized the opportunity, unleashing the Plum Smoke Step and charging forward, ready to strike again. The skull retreated in terror. Seeing Liu Xing charging forward, the black-robed figure flashed a strange smile, deliberately controlling the skull's gradual retreat. Silently, Liu Xing slashed at the skull with sword after sword, seemingly eager to slash it. However, his magical power seemed to be on par with the skull's, and he had a slight advantage, relying on the restraining power of his magical weapon, lightning, to gain a decisive advantage. It seemed that he could never achieve a decisive victory.

Liu Xing drew closer and closer to the black-robed figure, less than three feet away. As if impatient, he suddenly accelerated and charged. The black-robed figure seized the opportunity, unleashing a full 100% of his magical power and slamming a palm towards Liu Xing's head. At such close range, the black-robed figure seemed to see a glimmer of victory, his eyes lit up with ecstasy. He had been waiting for this very opportunity. Liu Xing sheathed his Golden Thunder Sword and met the palm with a punch.

"Hmph, you're overestimating yourself!" the black-robed man sneered. But before he could even chuckle, his fists connected with his palms, and a tremendous force hit him like a tidal wave. "Crack!" With a crisp sound, the black-robed man's palm bones shattered inch by inch.

"Ah!" The black-robed man screamed in excruciating pain. This distraction nearly caused the puppet to breach the defensive shield of the scepter, causing him to break into a cold sweat. He endured the intense pain and hurriedly ordered the skull to block Liu Xing, while he retreated at top speed, attempting to widen the gap.

Finally getting close, Liu Xing naturally held on tightly. The skull roared and charged forward. Liu Xing, combining all his magic power with his physical strength, smashed the skull in one punch. The blow was fatal, and the skull never understood how his opponent had suddenly become so much stronger.

"Ah!" The black-robed figure screamed again. The skull, nourished by his blood and essence, was his ghost servant, connected to his spirit. Its destruction had dealt him a heavy blow, leaving him with a splitting headache. He struggled to hold on, suppressing the discomfort in his soul, clinging to the light shield of his magic scepter to resist the puppet's attack. He simultaneously shrieked, trying to recall the green snake. Naturally, the mountain cat Duoduo clung to the green snake, preventing it from escaping. In its haste, the green snake exposed a flaw, and Duoduo bit the tip of its tail, making it even more difficult to escape.

The skull barely stopped Liu Xing's advance. His first punch shattered it, and his second was already striking the black-robed figure. The black-robed figure didn't dare block with his palm. Instead, he channeled more of his magical power into his magic weapon, strengthening its shield and taking the blow head-on. With a bang, the punch was more powerful than the combined might of the three puppets, denting the shield and seemingly unable to withstand the blow. The black-robed figure swayed, nearly falling to his knees. "What a powerful force," he thought. He regretted it deeply. He'd lost more than he gained, and now he couldn't escape. He hadn't expected this Foundation Establishment junior to be a physical cultivator, his Dharma body at the peak of perfection rivaling the strength of a top-grade magical instrument. He regretted his own impulsive behavior, having received a message from his friend, revealing the wolf-faced figure who had sabotaged his plans and brought him punishment, and had therefore set an ambush.

Seeing his punches unable to break through the opponent's magic weapon's defensive shield, Liu Xing re-examined its power. While the punches he had just delivered were immensely powerful, they had also significantly drained his own mana. Now, less than half of his mana remained. A great battle between good and evil was raging in the market town not far from here. Soon, the righteous would be defeated and flee here. If the demonic leader, at the Jindan stage, pursued them, his life would be in jeopardy. He had to end the battle quickly.

He transformed his fist into a palm, channeling all his magical power into the tip of his palm. Like a sharp dagger, he slashed at the black-robed man's chest, slicing a hole in the magical shield. The black-robed man, possessing exceptional combat awareness, narrowly avoided the heart by maneuvering sideways. Liu Xing's palm pierced the black-robed man's right chest, drawing blood. While Liu Xing's strike was successful, this full-strength attack left him with little remaining magical power.

Seeing that Liu Xing was at the end of his strength, the black-robed man breathed a sigh of relief, as if he saw the dawn of victory. However, when he was mobilizing his magic power to launch a thunderous counterattack, he suddenly felt something enter his body.

"What the hell is this!?" The black-robed man had never seen a golden silkworm Gu before. There were no Miao people in the Southern District's immortal cultivation world, and no one raised Gu either. He desperately tried to block the golden silkworm Gu with his destiny power, but Pangpang always seemed to have a way of escaping his opponent's magical power, instantly escaping into his opponent's sea of ​​consciousness. This frightened the black-robed man to death, and he thought, "It's over!"

"Ah!" Pang Pang bit into the black-robed man's soul, sending a throbbing pain that felt like a soul being ripped out and refined. The black-robed man collapsed to the ground in agony, writhing on the ground with his head in his hands. Liu Xing, now also pale, sat cross-legged on the ground, desperately helping Pang Pang tear at the man's soul. Driving Pang Pang was also extremely draining on his spiritual consciousness. He no longer had the energy left to control the puppets. They all stopped firing and froze to the side. The black-robed man's defensive shield was gone, and his scepter fell to the ground.

A quarter of an hour later, the black-robed man's soul was devoured bit by bit, until he finally died. His face was pale, his eyes wide open. With his master dead, the green snake's soul imprint left in his master's sea of ​​consciousness was also devoured, severely weakening his vitality. Duoduo seized the opportunity, scratched his vital points with his claws, and he died.

Liu Xing's direct victory over an early Jindan-stage expert had consumed him immensely, his mana and spiritual awareness now reduced to less than one-tenth. This place was extremely dangerous. He hurriedly gathered up his spoils, Duoduo, Pangpang, and the puppet, and cremated the black-robed man. He summoned Jiao Jiao and quickly fled towards the camp. He sat on Jiao Jiao's back, took out a mid-grade spirit stone, and began to replenish his mana.

Less than an hour after Liu Xing left, a figure appeared. It was none other than the Jindan leader of the demonic cultivators who had attacked the market. He beckoned and picked up a fragment of the skull. After carefully examining the battle scene, he knew the black-robed figure was in grave danger. He had rushed over as soon as the battle ended, but he was still a step too late.