Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Duan Zhengchun, engulfed in flames, stood in the center of the main hall, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at the Holy Gate Master not far away, radiating a scorching heat that made him unapproachable!

The fire inside the alchemy furnace was enough to refine all things in the world, but what puzzled everyone was that Duan Zhengchun's clothes were only burned by the furnace fire, but he was not injured at all!

"Could it really be?!"

"How can it be?!"

The Azure Dragon and the Black Tortoise exchanged a glance and said something almost in unison, their faces filled with disbelief.

"kill him!"

Just then, Duan Zhengchun suddenly walked straight toward the leader of the Holy Sect!

Upon seeing this, the Sun and Moon Venerables immediately gave the order to take action!

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen disciples of the Holy Sect brandished their weapons and charged madly toward the inhuman Duan Zhengchun!

But a moment later, everyone was shocked again, because Duan Zhengchun actually withstood the attack of more than a dozen weapons!

Sharp blades rained down on him, but he was completely unharmed, as if he had developed an indestructible body, impervious to blades and spears!

Before anyone could react, Duan Zhengchun had already made his move, and the dozen or so disciples of the Holy Sect who were attacking him fell into pools of blood in the blink of an eye!

Even if he were bare-handed, no one could hurt him in the slightest!

The two Venerables of the Sun and Moon looked solemn as they watched Duan Zhengchun continue walking towards the sect leader. They hurriedly rushed towards Duan Zhengchun at the same time!

At the same time, the remaining disciples of the Holy Gate once again launched a frenzied attack on the other members of the Heavenly Gate!

Duan Zhengchun fought two opponents alone, and although he was impervious to swords and spears, he was quickly defeated. After all, his opponents were two top-notch masters!

"The Soaring Sword, come!"

During the exchange, Duan Zhengchun found an opening and roared out!

Immediately afterwards, a long sword was seen flying into the main hall and landing steadily in Duan Zhengchun's hand!

When the sword was drawn, golden light shone throughout the entire hall!

Holding the Lingxiao sword, Duan Zhengchun was like a god of death, unstoppable. Disciples of the Holy Sect fell one after another under his sword. Even the Sun and Moon Venerables were injured by his sword intent and staggered back to the side of the Holy Sect Master!

Duan Zhengchun seized the opportunity and suddenly transformed into nine afterimages, rushing towards the Holy Sect Master like lightning!

Just as they were about to reach him, the nine afterimages suddenly merged back into one, becoming a single human figure that thrust out the Lingxiao sword!

"The third sword!"

"Scorching sun!"

As the shouts arose, red flames suddenly ignited on the sword's edge!

The aura of death instantly filled the entire hall!

The Divine Firmament Sword has now become more than just one sword!

The two Sun and Moon Venerables, who were coming head-on, were injured again, their bodies burned by the splashing flames!

At the same time, the sect leader of the Holy Gate also launched a lightning-fast attack!

This was the first time Duan Zhengchun had ever seen the Holy Sect Master make a move!

With a loud bang, a powerful spiritual force clashed instantly with Duan Zhengchun's sword intent, and then the two of them were seen retreating rapidly at the same time!

Duan Zhengchun retreated a full seven steps, while the Holy Sect Master only retreated one step!

In this situation, the winner is obvious!

Duan Zhengchun gritted his teeth, intending to use his second move, but then he heard Qinglong's voice in his ear!

"Feng! Let's get out of here first!"

Duan Zhengchun abruptly stopped, turned to look at Mu Qingyan who was being besieged, gritted his teeth, glared fiercely at the Holy Sect Master, and then rushed towards Mu Qingyan.

This is Holy Gate territory. If we delay any longer, we'll all die here!

Mu Qingyan was fighting back against wave after wave of enemy attacks with all her might, and she was clearly at her limit.

At this critical moment, a fiery red figure flashed by, and in the blink of an eye, all the enemies in front of them had fallen into pools of blood!

Mu Qingyan's true energy weakened, and she couldn't help but stumble. Duan Zhengchun rushed forward and pulled Mu Qingyan into his arms around the waist.

Although he still felt a noticeable burning sensation on his body, the flames had dissipated.

"Are you OK?"

Mu Qingyan stared blankly at Duan Zhengchun's slightly burned cheeks, asking him with concern, and then couldn't help but reach out to touch his resolute face.

Duan Zhengchun shook his head, gazing deeply into Mu Qingyan's worried eyes, a surge of passion instantly burning within his dantian.

"Enough! Aren't you going to leave?!"

At that moment, the Azure Dragon's fierce roar rang in my ears once again.

Without much hesitation, Duan Zhengchun grabbed Mu Qingyan and rushed towards the entrance of the main hall.

"Don't let them leave here alive!"

Mingche's voice came from behind at this moment.

"One day, I will flatten the Immortal Sacred Mountain!"

Duan Zhengchun swung his sword, slaying a group of enemies, then coldly left behind a single sentence before disappearing from the main hall in the blink of an eye.

Qinglong and his two companions followed closely behind and quickly broke through the encirclement!

The injured Sun and Moon Venerables were unwilling to give up and immediately led their disciples in a pursuit.

The sect leader of the Holy Gate stood there, staring in the direction where Duan Zhengchun had disappeared, his brows furrowed and his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand, and he could still clearly feel a burning sensation in his palm.

"What exactly is his background...?"

...

On the mountain road.

Inside a speeding carriage, Duan Zhengchun lay on Mu Qingyan's lap, his face ashen, his forehead already soaked with cold sweat, his expression one of extreme pain.

Shortly after leaving Xiansheng Mountain, Duan Zhengchun suddenly fell into a coma.

"Elder, what exactly is going on?"

"Isn't he alright now? Please, you two, think of something!"

Mu Qingyan nervously wiped away Duan Zhengchun's sweat, looked up at Qinglong and Xuanwu, and asked anxiously.

"If my guess is correct, he was attacked by the backlash of the heavenly fire, and all his internal organs were severely damaged!"

Qinglong frowned and said with a solemn expression.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qinglong immediately helped Duan Zhengchun up, placed his palms on Duan Zhengchun's back, and continuously poured his true energy into Duan Zhengchun's body.

"Heavenly fire? What is heavenly fire?!"

"By the way, what is the Heavenly Fire Golden Body that the Holy Sect Master mentioned?!"

Mu Qingyan looked bewildered and asked a question urgently.

"The so-called Heavenly Fire is the fire of the gods, which should have been sealed millions of feet underground. It is indestructible and can burn everything in the world!"

"The alchemy furnace in the main hall of the Holy Gate is the Qiankun Furnace, a secret treasure of the Holy Gate. The fire within it is comparable to heavenly fire! It can refine everything!"

"Our sect possesses an ancient secret technique, which has always been kept in the library. It is called the Heavenly Fire Golden Body. Those who master it will possess an indestructible body, impervious to swords and spears, and achieve the pinnacle of cultivation!"

"However, due to the scarcity of Heavenly Fire and the extreme danger of cultivating this technique, with a near-death experience, no one in the Heavenly Gate has succeeded in mastering it in the past thousand years!"

"I never imagined I'd actually witness this kid mastering this secret technique using the fire of the Qiankun Furnace! I always said this kid was extraordinary; he always likes to surprise people!"

Xuanwu's expression was solemn as he pondered and spoke slowly.

Hearing this, Bai Mufei, who was rushing to catch the train outside the carriage, couldn't help but look astonished, his brows furrowed with admiration.

"What do we do now? He seems to be badly injured..."

Mu Qingyan looked at Duan Zhengchun, whose face was still pale, and asked him with concern.

Unbeknownst to her, Duan Zhengchun's importance in her heart had grown day by day.

To be honest, Qinglong and Xuanwu were also filled with worry. They had finally encountered such a rare disciple, how could they just watch him die before their eyes?

"There's no time to lose. We must bring him back to Tianmen as soon as possible and ask the sect leader to personally treat his injuries!"

The Azure Dragon finished its practice, opened its eyes, turned to look at the Black Tortoise, and said with a solemn expression.

Xuanwu nodded and immediately helped the still unconscious Duan Zhengchun to his feet.

"The Holy Gate people could catch up at any moment. You stay here to protect the others; I'll take him back first!"

"be careful!"

Qinglong gave Xuanwu a word of advice, took Duan Zhengchun's arm, stepped out of the carriage, and then leaped away, disappearing without a trace.

Masters like Azure Dragon and Black Tortoise have reached the pinnacle of cultivation, allowing them to travel without distance and go wherever they want at any time!

Mu Qingyan chased after them to the outside of the carriage. Looking at the deserted mountain road around her, her brows furrowed, and her heart was filled with lingering fear.

...

Tianyun Mountain.

A flash of white light appeared, and the Azure Dragon, supporting Duan Zhengchun, materialized in the Heavenly Gate.

"I've met the elder!"

Several Tianmen disciples who happened to be passing by were startled and hurriedly bowed respectfully. Then they saw Duan Zhengchun, who was on the verge of death, and couldn't help but look surprised.

Qinglong had no time to pay attention to the others. He focused his senses for a moment, then flashed away rapidly into the distance...