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

"Not good!" Liu Xing sighed inwardly. He could only hold out for so long. The mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood shattered under Xiao Feng's full-strength slash. All the illusions vanished, and the air returned to its pure state.

At this time, Xiao Feng had pushed the Blood Flame Magic Art to its extreme. His body was filled with blood, and his blood-red eyes were fixed on Liu Xing. The red blood blade in his hand was shining with blood as if it was going to devour someone. The terrifying pressure enveloped Liu Xing.

Liu Xing's expression was calm. His magical power and spiritual awareness were not weaker than those of a mid-stage Jindan cultivator, so this pressure had little effect on him. As for Xiao Feng's cannibalistic appearance, Liu Xing was not afraid at all. He had experienced too many life and death situations in his life and slew too many demons. His whole body was filled with murderous energy, so he simply ignored him.

"Good, very good, very good! I haven't suffered such a big loss in many years, and you are the first one! When I break out of the formation, I will make you live a life worse than death." Xiao Feng hated Liu Xing to the core and threatened him with gritted teeth.

For Xiao Feng, it was like a lifetime of hunting eagles only to have them peck out an eye, or a lifetime of sailing only to have his boat capsize in a ditch. He had been extremely cautious, but he never expected to fall at the hands of a junior whose cultivation was far inferior to his own. This showed the depth of his hatred and the depth of his rage.

"You have to come out first! Kill!" Liu Xing ignored Xiao Feng's threat and slashed at the opponent with the sword of vitality that had been brewing in the Wanjian Guizong formation that had been activated long ago.

This sword attack was no less powerful than a full-strength attack from a mid-stage Jindan cultivator, so Xiao Feng did not dare to underestimate it. He took out an ancient treasure flower basket and threw it out to block the sword.

Liu Xing was shocked. He had expected the opponent to use the magic weapon, the Red Blood Blade, to block the attack of the Yuan Qi Sword. Who would have thought that the opponent would block it with a strange flower basket? What kind of magic weapon was this? It was neither a life-long magic weapon nor a top-grade magic weapon. Clearly, the flower basket was as powerful as a magic weapon, even stronger than ordinary magic weapons.

Liu Xing's biggest fear was the opponent's magic weapon. He had to find a way to entangle it, otherwise several formations would be unable to withstand its sustained attacks. With a wave of his hand, Liu Xing summoned three late-stage Foundation Establishment puppets, simultaneously releasing Jiao Jiao and Duo Duo. The three puppets and two spirit pets surrounded Xiao Feng and unleashed a relentless barrage. Although each attack was only at the late-stage Foundation Establishment level, Xiao Feng naturally took no notice of individual attacks, but ants in numbers could easily destroy an elephant, and with so many simultaneous attacks, he was overwhelmed.

Liu Xing constantly replaced the spirit stones in the killing array and its puppets, allowing them to attack tirelessly. Xiao Feng was filled with resentment, but for the time being, he had no better solution. He couldn't free up his hands to attack the array. His spiritual power was limited to controlling an ancient treasure, his life-defining magical instrument, and a top-grade defensive magical instrument. His entire magical power was centered on his magical weapon, the Red Blood Blade. Most cultivators of the same level wouldn't dare to withstand his magical weapon's attacks head-on, but now, he was entangled by the enemy, feeling extremely frustrated.

Liu Xing was also very clever, hiding far away from the formation, not giving Xiao Feng a chance to attack. A quarter of an hour passed, and Xiao Feng's mana was greatly depleted, now only 60% of it. If this continued, he would die of exhaustion.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and Xiao Feng's mana was reduced to less than 30%. Meanwhile, Jiao Jiao and Duo Duo had finally exhausted themselves and both retreated from the battle. Xiao Feng seized the opportunity, relying on his top-grade defensive magical weapon to withstand the attacks of the three puppets' black iron rods. He unsheathed his Scarlet Blood Blade and slashed at the magic circle with all his might. The magic circle hummed and shook under his blow.

Xiao Feng was overjoyed. Just two more strikes and the formation would naturally be broken. He spared no effort, slashing at it again and again. After three strikes, the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin formation finally gave way and shattered. Xiao Feng's mana was now less than 20%, and his consciousness only half. But he felt a surge of ecstasy. He had finally broken the killing formation. Even if he couldn't kill Liu Xing, his own escape should be easy.

But before he could rejoice too soon, another formation appeared before him. This was Liu Xing's third formation, the "Blue Sea Tide Rising Formation." This trapping formation had over twice the defensive power of the previous two formations. Therefore, it was impossible to break it without an all-out attack for an hour.

"Damn it!" Xiao Feng wanted to curse. Why was there one broken after another? When would it ever end?

However, Xiao Feng was a man of centuries, and he quickly calmed his impending collapse. He used the ancient treasure flower basket to block the attacks of the three puppets, and then he took out a pill to restore his spiritual power, preparing to forcibly increase his magic power.

Liu Xing felt anxious. He wondered what the situation was like with the wolves. He couldn't hold out for six hours. Only two hours had passed, and two of the three formations were already destroyed. Xiao Feng's unhurried demeanor betrayed his cunning. He was trying to recover his mana and engage in a war of attrition. If this continued, once their mana recovered, he would be dead. He had to constantly harass them, leaving them no time to recover.

So, Liu Xing no longer hesitated, and the magic weapon Wu Gou, which had just been nurtured in his dantian, attacked Xiao Feng with terrifying power.

"Magic weapon!" Xiao Feng was shocked and jumped up. The other party was clearly only in the late Foundation Establishment stage, how could he possibly be refining a magical weapon? Could it be that the other party was hiding his cultivation level and was actually a Jindan cultivator?

"Hahahaha, it turned out to be a fake magic weapon! I was so scared!" Xiao Feng was startled. Seeing Liu Xing struggling to control the magic weapon to attack him, and seeing that the power was only that of an early Jindan cultivator, he felt relieved. He easily blocked the attack with the Red Blood Blade, but he could no longer meditate to recover his magic power, nor could he free his hands to attack the magic circle.

Liu Xing entangled himself with the opponent's magic weapon, constantly thinking about how to defeat the enemy. He was still struggling to control the Wu Gou magic weapon. This was not because of his lack of magic power, but because the other person's magic weapon was too incompatible with his own. His control was half-hearted, like a child swinging a sledgehammer.

If this continued, he would undoubtedly lose. Liu Xing feared the opponent's magic weapon the most, so he had to neutralize the opponent's Red Blood Blade. He decided to take a risk.

He desperately poured his mana into Wu Gou, sparing no effort. Wu Gou suddenly erupted with astonishing power, its aura instantly overpowering the Scarlet Blood Blade, enveloping it tightly and preventing it from breaking free. Xiao Feng was momentarily puzzled. What was the point of entangled the Scarlet Blood Blade in this way? Such a reckless outpouring of mana wouldn't last more than half a quarter of an hour. However, a sudden feeling of unease seized him, a vague fear of the other party's frantic actions.