Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 747 The Spirit Jade (Part 4)

Chichichichichichi!!!

In an instant, the black energy exploded and condensed, attaching itself to Han Yi's right palm, transforming and changing. His entire hand instantly grew dozens of times larger, resembling a giant black hammer.

"Spare me...!!!!!"

When Zhao Xunyang turned around, he could only see the black hammer falling from the sky. The intense wind pressure compressed the air, and all the air currents were hit, leaving him speechless.

Or rather, it's said, but no one can hear it.

If they wanted to beg for mercy or surrender, they were forced to swallow their words.

When Zhao Xunyang saw Han Yi, his mind went blank, and he gave up resisting. Han Yi left with Fan Hongchou.

He's back now, but Fan Hongchou hasn't made it back...

So…...

What will the ending be...?

It's obvious at a glance.

boom! ! ! ! !

The hammer exploded instantly when it struck Zhao Xunyang's body.

He was strong and terrifying, his enormous body, like a small giant, was pierced through by bursts of black energy in mid-air like a rag doll, with large amounts of blood flying out of him.

His entire body, like a honeycomb, was stained red with gushing blood.

Bang…...

When Zhao Xunyang landed after being thrown backwards, his massive body felt strangely light. It was as if all the blood in his body had been drained, causing his weight to shrink rapidly.

"Showy but insubstantial, all show and no substance. Your power may be strong and seemingly impressive, but you waste too much energy and do nothing of value." Han Yi landed lightly and continued to give guidance.

"If you can control all your power, allowing for complete freedom of movement, and concentrate it all at a single point at the instant you strike your opponent, then you can be considered to have achieved success in your cultivation..."

He didn't care whether Zhao Xunyang could still hear him or not.

The corpses were already twitching on the ground. Even if they could hear them, could they jump up and practice along with them?

After speaking for a while, Han Yi glanced at Zhao Xunyang's corpse and shook his head: "It's a pity you won't need it anymore."

"Xiao Yi!"

At this moment, Zhong Yunxiu looked at Han Yi with surprise and joy, her beautiful eyes filled with relief and joy at surviving a disaster.

Although she was prepared to die, the terrifying feeling of teetering between life and death still made her emotional.

Her face was deathly pale, her lips were slightly purple, and she took a step, just about to move.

Suddenly her legs went weak, and she lost control of her body, falling to the ground.

It was very conspicuous; the ice glass broke through the void, and the time for the secret technique had come.

Fortunately, Gongsun Jing was still nearby and helped Zhong Yunxiu up in time.

“I will take care of Yunxiu, but I’m afraid you’ll need to help with the others as well…” Gongsun Jing’s eyes were complicated and her voice was somewhat low.

The instant Zhao Xunyang struck with his palm, a multitude of thoughts flashed through her mind.

She still has many regrets in her life that she hasn't been able to make up for.

There were still many goals to be achieved. But in the face of life and death, nothing else mattered. The only thing that came to her mind was that refined-looking man.

From hell to heaven, from death to rebirth.

It only took a moment.

And just like that, the young man in front of us accomplished it.

It is indeed a fortunate thing for an outstanding and talented disciple to emerge among the younger generation of a sect.

But when she saw rising stars surpass her and leave her behind, she still felt a pang of sadness.

"Okay. Thank you, Aunt Jing."

Han Yi could tell that Gongsun Jing was feeling quite emotional, as if she had a lot to say.

But he didn't ask any questions. He turned around, walked away, and moved forward as smoothly as flowing water.

To express one's thoughts or something.

We can listen to it when we have some free time and after we've resolved this matter.

He doesn't have that much time now, he doesn't care about that, and he has no interest in it.

*Sizzle...*

Zhao Xunyang's heavy body seemed to be pushed and pulled by an invisible hand, slowly leaving a large bloodstain on the ground.

Besides Zhong Yunxiu, Gongsun Jing, and Zhao Xunyang, there were actually quite a few other people fighting and killing each other at the scene.

On one side were the old disciples of the Myriad Beasts Sect, who had lost all will to live and were fighting desperately to cover the retreat.

On the other side, of course, were the elite soldiers brought by Zhao Xunyang.

Of course, after seeing Han Yi arrive and kill Zhao Xunyang with a single punch, these people would never continue fighting.

They couldn't even lift their knives, terrified out of their wits, and scattered like birds and beasts. They fled frantically, running wildly in all directions.

There were too many people and the targets were too scattered.

Han Yi was too lazy to chase after him.

Anyway, this is Black Miasma Mountain, so we haven't gone deep into it yet.

The miasma alone is enough to give these people a hard time.

In addition, there are some monsters and poisonous insects, so even if he doesn't take action, probably not many people will be able to escape.

……………

The white miasma stretched as far as the eye could see, like a sea of ​​clouds.

Looking down from high above.

Amidst the snow-white sea of ​​clouds, a touch of darkness seemed to appear, like a blot of ink on a pure white canvas, strikingly conspicuous.

"call…..."

Zhang Ruoning lay quietly on the ground, her breathing slow and concealed, like a lone wolf lurking in the darkness, slowly revealing its fangs. The Dream-Enchanting Pill contained a bewitching and intoxicating poison; even a slight inhalation could plunge one into a deep hallucination, into boundless allure of beauty, and into a state of utter confusion and infatuation.

For men, the effect is outstanding.

As she activated the accompanying secret technique, Zhang Ruoning's eyes flashed.

To outsiders, the thick black mist was completely imperceptible, but under the effect of the secret technique, it was completely unobstructed in her vision and she could see everything clearly.

She could clearly see that Zhou Zhicheng stood there motionless, like a zombie, with his eyes tightly closed.

It seems... it did work after all.

Zhang Ruoning gradually calmed down.

The original intention of the rearguard action was to delay as much time as possible.

However, if we can defeat the other side and eliminate a major enemy of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, that would naturally be the best outcome.

She dared not breathe too hard as she slowly groped her way toward Zhou Zhicheng.

rustling sounds…

The sound was soft and faint.

It's much quieter than the softest exhalation sound.

Seeing Zhou Zhicheng so close, she gritted her teeth and pulled out two short daggers from her waist pouch.

The short dagger was only the size of a palm, its entire body gleaming with a faint blue light. It was slender, like a wolf's fang, and had a sharp blade.

She wasn't sure if Zhou Zhicheng had inhaled the poison gas and fallen into a dazed state.

The Dream Pill was something she kept on her person and only used when she was escaping for her life.

In the past, after throwing out the Dream Pill, her first choice was to seize the time, find an opportunity, and make a quick getaway.

This is the first time that it has been used as a means of attack against the enemy and to deceive others, as it is now.

but…...

A ruthless glint flashed in Zhang Ruoning's eyes.

There is no time to waste.

She could sense that the miasma in Black Miasma Mountain was rapidly spreading from all around, gathering here, and consuming the poisonous gas.

It won't be long before this place is restored to its original state.

Even if this hadn't happened.

According to Zhang Ruoning's speculation.

Even if Zhou Zhicheng inhaled the poison gas and was temporarily confused, it couldn't last long.

The fish-dragon dagger glowed with a faint blue light, and pounced like a hungry wolf with its jaws wide open!

Stab!

Zhang Ruoning's face lit up with joy, and she felt much more at ease. The blue light on that short dagger wasn't just for show.

The toxins refined above were the result of countless hours of her effort, extracted from numerous poisonous creatures found in the Black Miasma Mountains.

Even if she were stabbed herself, there would be no cure.

wrong! ! !

The next instant, Zhang Ruoning's eyes widened in shock as she sensed something was amiss.

How rich is her combat experience?

The tactile feedback of metal piercing flesh... is definitely not like that!

puff…...

The figure of Zhou Zhicheng in front of me seemed to burst and dissipate slowly, like a bubble being popped.

Zhang Ruoning reacted extremely quickly. Realizing she had fallen into a trap, she immediately withdrew and dodged.

But she couldn't do it.

The cyan sword light fell, like a magnificent cyan ribbon bursting forth. In a flash, the sword light stopped in front of Zhang Ruoning.

"Beautiful little mouse, your clumsy acting is laughable. As a reward, this sword... will leave you with a whole corpse." Zhou Zhicheng appeared slowly with a smile.

His eyes were still closed, but he seemed completely unaffected by the black mist.

Absolutely accurate.

The sharp blade landed steadily on Zhang Ruoning's cheek.

The sword flashed, its cold light sharp and menacing.

Zhang Ruoning could sense the immense power hidden within the Qingfu Sword, which could erupt at any moment and take her life.

“I’m very curious…” she asked in a low voice, her expression calm.

"Before I die, can you tell me one thing?"

"Go ahead and speak. Since I'm in a good mood," Zhou Zhicheng smiled elegantly, displaying impeccable gentlemanly manners, and listened attentively. "..."

Zhang Ruoning paused for a moment.

"I want to know... You could clearly see it, so why did you pretend not to? Don't you know that what I hate most is people who like to pretend?!"

As she spoke, her hands moved with the grace of a gentle breeze, deftly wielding the short dagger upwards. Like a nimble snake, the dagger swiftly ascended along her body, aiming for Zhou Zhicheng's heart.

Zhang Ruoning's speed was astonishing, like a rabbit leaping and a stork landing, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

However, the Qingfu Sword was still pressed against her cheek, and with just a little force, it could pierce her skull.

In terms of speed, Zhou Zhicheng's movements are clearly superior.

The Azure Fu Sword moved slightly.

*Snap!* Zhang Ruoning sensed the disturbance, a fierce glint flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly opened her mouth, turning her head to bite the sword.

hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss...

The sickening metallic sound of metal rubbing against teeth filled the air.

In just a moment, Zhang Ruoning's mouth was full of blood. Countless teeth had been forcibly pulled out, and a large amount of blood flowed from her gums. Two huge gashes were also cut into the corners of her mouth by the sword.

But she still didn't budge.

The bottom of the gums, which is full of pain receptors, comes into direct contact with and rubs against the hard blade of the sword.

Astringent, sour, and intensely painful sensation...

A mix of emotions, a bittersweet feeling.

Zhang Ruoning immediately burst into tears, unable to hold back.

However, she remained as if unconscious, biting tightly into the crack in the Qingfu Sword. Crack...

It seemed like only a short breath had passed, yet it also felt like an eternity.

Finally, the Qingfu Sword emitted a crisp sound as it could no longer bear the weight.

This place had already been broken by Xiaoyue's reckless actions.

Zhou Zhicheng managed to connect the two halves with his true strength, but their toughness and hardness were not as good as before.

There was a crisp sound!

The Qingfu Sword snapped in two, and half of the sword fell to the ground with a crack.

A hint of joy flashed in Zhang Ruoning's eyes.

The importance of a suitable weapon in enhancing a Grandmaster's overall strength is self-evident.

This is especially true for sword cultivators like Zhou Zhicheng.

Their swords were their lives. A broken sword meant a significant reduction in their strength.

Even less than one in ten survives.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ruoning mustered her courage, disregarded the injuries on her face, tilted the short dagger slightly downwards, and fiercely stabbed it into Zhou Zhicheng's chest.

when!

Plans are never as good as changes.

That's how things are in the world.

Zhou Zhicheng smiled faintly, and with another cyan longsword in his hand, he gently blocked in front of his chest, deflecting the short dagger in Zhang Ruoning's hand.

"If someone can have two daggers... then why can't we swordsmen...?"

Clang.

Two daggers fell to the ground with two soft thuds. Zhang Ruoning didn't pick them up, because she knew the outcome of the battle was already over.

A futile struggle, utterly meaningless.

Just a little bit more...

It was really just a little bit short...

She almost managed to turn the tables and kill the opponent.

If Zhou Zhicheng could be killed, there is no doubt that it would revitalize the situation and bring a greater turning point to the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.

Unfortunately, it failed.

That one difference is what makes you fall from heaven to hell.

Zhang Ruoning stood there blankly, like a tombstone, her whole being filled with deathly stillness.

Her face was covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell whether her expression was one of joy or sorrow.

Regret, helplessness, despair...

She slowly closed her eyes, awaiting death. She had tried everything she could.

All his strength was exhausted, his body was covered in wounds, and he had lost half his blood.

It's a miracle that we're still standing here.

In that case, they would be dead.

I can finally give my master an explanation from below...

“Boring, lifeless things devoid of emotion, also lose their beauty. So…” Zhou Zhicheng gently shook his head, “losing beauty also means losing value…”

He gently brandished the blue longsword in his hand.

*Sizzle*

It was as if it wasn't a longsword dancing, but rather beams of dazzling green light shooting out at incredible speed from all directions, aiming straight for Zhang Ruoning.

Puff puff puff puff puff! ! !

After a few soft sounds, Zhang Ruoning opened her eyes in confusion. She had waited a long time, but the death she had imagined still hadn't come.

What I saw when I opened my eyes.

First, there was a male hand covered with black lines.

Then there was Zhou Zhicheng, trembling all over with a strange expression.

That wasn't just astonishment or surprise; it was almost horrifying.

He seemed to be in a state of extreme fear and panic.

It was as if a terrifying, monstrous beast was standing right in front of them.

"True beauty is something that exists forever, something that will never disappear." The man's deep, resonant voice rang out as he slowly opened his palm.