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

The battle between the souls was extremely dangerous, and the slightest mistake could lead to irreparable destruction. Xiao Feng's body was destroyed, so he had no choice but to use a secret technique to make his soul leave his body, intending to take over Liu Xing's body.

"Hahahaha, boy, your body is mine!" Xiao Feng successfully entered Liu Xing's sea of ​​consciousness. Seeing Liu Xing's soul which was a circle smaller than his, he thought that he could finally get back at the enemy, and he burst into laughter.

Facing the rampant Xiao Feng's soul, Liu Xing's soul pretended to tremble, but it was still his usual trick to paralyze the enemy.

Liu Xing was conversing with Fatty, who was hiding nearby. Fatty told him that his master's spirit was far more concentrated than his opponent's, like a muscular man versus a puffy man, so the victory would fall to his master. Furthermore, with Fatty's assistance, the chances of victory were even greater. Fatty's innate magical power was the ability to devour spirits, and with his support and assistance, Liu Xing naturally had no doubts.

He figured that his soul, having traveled through time and space, must have endured the trials of time and space, resulting in an exceptionally powerful embryonic soul, the core of his soul. Secondly, possessing the young master of Plum Blossom Villa and fusing their souls had invisibly strengthened his own. Finally, his Gangfeng Shen Refining had tempered his soul through countless trials, making it indestructible.

Therefore, anyone who dared to attack his soul was doomed to suffer a loss. But how did souls fight? How did they devour their opponent's soul? Liu Xing knew nothing about it. However, with the expert, Pang Pang, present, this wasn't a problem. Through telepathic connection, Pang Pang quickly understood his master's needs and transmitted a spell through his mind. Like sharpening a sword before a battle, Liu Xing quickly began to comprehend it.

"Senior, how about you withdraw from my sea of ​​consciousness and we shake hands and make peace?" The trembling Liu Xing was stalling for time.

"Hahahaha, a handshake? It's too late to beg for mercy now! You'd better surrender obediently, or you'll suffer the agony of soul extraction and spirit refinement." Xiao Feng coaxed him patiently. He also sensed that Liu Xing's spirit was difficult to deal with. Although he had a greater physical advantage, in a real fight, if you injure the enemy a thousand times, you'll also suffer eight hundred of your own. Even if you win, you'll be weakened for a long time. So, he wanted to persuade him to surrender first.

"Senior, why are you so heartless? If we really fight and kill me, you will also be seriously injured. It is better to stop here." Liu Xing was still showing weakness.

Pangpang's soul-devouring technique was a gifted ability of the Golden Silkworm Gu King, unsuitable for humans. Liu Xing had only grasped the basics, mastering a few techniques and methods, and even then, it wouldn't be easy to master in a short time. However, cramming at the last minute had its advantages; it allowed for immediate application. Just like in a previous life's Chinese language exam, if you memorized a few lines of ancient poetry before handing out the papers, then did the dictation section afterward, you'd often score points.

"You're still trying to stall for time?" Xiao Feng grew impatient and finally roared, charging at Liu Xing's spirit. He was worried that if he dragged on too long, reinforcements would arrive, which would be troublesome. He figured the enemy had orchestrated this elaborate scheme to lure the tiger away from the mountain, and their own logistics camp must be under attack, potentially destroyed. He didn't dare wait any longer, so he quickly finished them off and left.

Seeing Xiao Feng's spirit charging towards him, Liu Xing used the Plum Smoke Step to quickly dodge. The battle between spirits was all hand-to-hand combat, with no magical weapons available. This was when the martial arts Liu Xing had learned in the mortal world came into play, allowing him to dodge and maneuver with remarkable agility.

Liu Xing was so slippery that Xiao Feng missed several times, screaming in anger. Liu Xing took advantage of Xiao Feng's unstable center of gravity and knocked Xiao Feng's soul away with a back kick. The soul is light and airy, so as long as it is not broken up, it will not be seriously injured.

Xiao Feng climbed to his feet and rushed forward again, attempting to grab Liu Xing and devour him whole. As long as the two souls were entangled, he would have a chance. Even if both were evenly matched, seizing half of the body's control would be victory. After all, this was Liu Xing's home turf, and Xiao Feng still felt insecure.

Liu Xingde Pangpang reminded him to be on guard against the entanglement of the other party's soul, so he kept fighting around and didn't give the other party a chance to entangle him.

According to Pang Pang's martial arts tips, if Liu Xing wants to achieve the final victory, he needs to take down and eat the opponent's soul bit by bit.

Probably because he had found out that Xiao Feng's close combat ability and martial arts were mediocre and he was no match for him at all, Liu Xing prepared to fight back.

The first thing that came to his mind was the Eagle Claw Fist in Xingyiquan, which is a boxing technique developed by absorbing the shape, intention and striking method of an eagle. This boxing mainly imitates the grabbing and clasping movements of eagle claws and the flipping movements of eagle wings.

He transformed his five fingers into sharp eagle claws, and with a move like an eagle flipped over to avoid Xiao Feng's Yuan Shen's punch, and then used the eagle claw to reverse, channeling his energy into his fingertips and grabbing at Xiao Feng's Yuan Shen's waist. Xiao Feng was unable to dodge and was caught in a ball.

"Ah!" Xiao Feng suddenly screamed in pain. The pain caused by the injury to his soul was far greater than that of his flesh.

Liu Xing stuffed the soul he had dug out into his mouth and swallowed it, while at the same time practicing the skills taught by Pang Pang to assimilate and absorb Xiao Feng's soul.

Liu Xing pulled his waist and hips in, his chest tucked in and his back straightened, creating an eagle-like stance, poised to strike, searching for his opponent's weaknesses. Xiao Feng suffered a heavy loss, suppressing the pain in his soul and carefully guarding against Liu Xing's attacks.

Liu Xing swooped down on his opponent like an eagle spreading its wings. Xiao Feng quickly leaned back to avoid it and swung his palm forward to block it, but Liu Xing grabbed his arm with both claws and tore it off with great force.

"Ah!" Xiao Feng screamed again, fell to the ground in pain, and fled in panic.

Liu Xing quickly stuffed the soul in his hand into his mouth, and while the other party was unstable, he pounced on him again.

In this way, Xiao Feng's soul was constantly torn apart by Liu Xing, and then eaten away. As time went on, Xiao Feng's fighting power weakened, and he gradually lost strength. The pain had numbed his nerves, and the constant tearing of his soul left him with no strength.

A quarter of an hour later, Xiao Feng's entire soul was devoured by him. Pang Pang reminded him that when devouring another's soul, one can only absorb the soul's original power for one's own use, and must not touch the other's memory. Otherwise, the memory information will flow into one's own memory, causing mental disorder and even obsession.

Liu Xing followed Pang Pang's advice, refusing to touch the other person's memories and expelling them from his body. Having devoured such a large soul, Liu Xing felt bloated. He quickly meditated to refine the other person's soul. However, due to his shallow understanding of the technique, most of the source power was wasted, leaving only a small amount that Liu Xing could actually absorb. By the time he had refined everything, Liu Xing could barely feel any improvement in his soul.

"What a shame," Liu Xing sighed. But he soon let it go. The power of the primordial spirit still needed to be cultivated bit by bit to become as solid as a rock. Cultivating by devouring the primordial spirits of others was definitely a perverse path, and would eventually lead to an unstable primordial spirit and a path of demonic possession.