I have changed my destiny and become an unparalleled immortal.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky, revealing mud and severed limbs scattered deep within the Ghost Cry Forest.

Gu Yun threw the empty leather bag into the swamp.

He sighed; this wasn't the life he wanted.

Given the chance, I just want to focus on my cultivation.

He slowly raised his head and looked toward the edge of the forest.

Are you done killing them?

No.

Far from it.

His keen ears pierced through layer after layer of rain.

They heard increasingly dense footsteps and the sound of magical artifacts cutting through the air coming from outside the woods.

Within a radius of one hundred miles, a total of over a hundred outer and inner disciples of the Hehuan Sect, who were either seeking pleasure at the Bliss Pavilion or guarding its properties, entered this dark forest.

Elder Kuyin roared with the imposing aura of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, "Search this entire forest inch by inch! If you don't find that rat, you will all die!"

His roar echoed through the Ghost Cry Forest.

Deep in the woods.

Gu Yun heard the commotion coming from afar and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Great...very good..."

He looked down at his hands.

Those hands were covered in mud and blood.

An eighty-year-old body.

Logically speaking, they should have gone on strike long ago.

However, after absorbing the essence and blood of more than a dozen cultivators, his body felt like a furnace that had been reignited.

The meridians are expanding, and the bones are being reorganized.

His life force surged wildly, and his cultivation was forcibly raised little by little. The extreme pleasure made every cell in his body tremble.

Gu Yun casually tucked the blood-stained, blunt-bladed knife into his waistband.

He lowered his body, hugging the ground, and disappeared into the miasma once more.

……

"Everyone, cheer up! Let's form groups of three and support each other!"

A deacon from the Hehuan Sect shouted loudly.

More than a hundred new recruits entered Ghost Cry Forest, where the entire mountainside was filled with the light emitted by glowing stones and magical artifacts.

"Master, Uncle-Master...look over there..."

A young disciple, his voice trembling slightly, pointed to a vacant spot in front of him.

In that place, seven or eight shriveled corpses could be clearly seen hanging upside down.

The robes of the Hehuan Sect they wore fluttered in the wind and rain.

Each person's face was distorted so horribly that it was as if they had witnessed the most terrifying sight in the world before they were about to die.

"This...this is Senior Brother Xueming?"

The deacon took a deep breath, and his scalp immediately tingled.

How could a master who had reached the ninth level of Qi cultivation end up in this state? He was actually drained of Qi like this?

"Don't panic! This is a psychological tactic employed by demonic cultivators!"

The deacon suppressed his fear, drew his longsword, and said, "He must be nearby. Use a fire talisman to burn this forest down."

puff!

Before he could finish speaking, the black rock beneath his feet, which had appeared to be quite solid, suddenly cracked open as if its mouth had gaped open.

Gu Yun was embedded in the crevices of the rocks and in the middle of the swamp.

He concealed all his presence.

Gu Yun suddenly launched an attack.

There are not many complicated and impractical spells; all that is available is the most basic and most lethal killing.

Gu Yun's hand, like a cannonball, crushed the deacon's Adam's apple and tore his cervical vertebrae in the process.

With his other hand, he grabbed the terrified young disciple next to him.

The Desire Pearl and the Wrath Pearl began to operate rapidly.

suck!

The violent, devouring power instantly drained half of the disciple's life essence.

Gu Yun didn't covet the weapon; instead, he used the half-dried disciple as a human shield and forcefully smashed it at the fellow disciples rushing towards him.

"He's down there! Kill him!"

"Fire arrows! Bombard with magic!"

A dozen spells of different colors instantly blasted up the swamp, sending mud and broken wood flying into the sky.

But after the smoke and dust cleared, apart from the butler's corpse, not even a ghost-like figure could be seen.

"Up there! He's up there!"

It was unclear who it was, but suddenly a scream with a changed tone was heard.

Gu Yun appeared on a thick horizontal branch ten zhang high, like a ghost.

During the chaotic bombardment, his left leg was dripping blood. He hadn't dodged all the attacks; a wind blade sliced ​​open his left leg, the wound so deep that the bone was visible.

But he couldn't feel any pain at all.

Or perhaps, the extreme excitement brought about by the Thirteen Pearls of the Purple Mansion completely masked the physical pain.

He was like a wolf eyeing a flock of sheep in the dark.

hiss……

The Ghost Cry Forest was filled with poisonous miasma, and there had just been an explosion of blood mist, which he had inhaled into his lungs.

"Here you go!"

Gu Yun, who was in a high position, suddenly spewed out a large cloud of purplish-black poisonous mist, which was extremely dense.

Within this poisonous fog lies the natural miasma of the Ghost Cry Forest. Furthermore, it contains the discarded core pills and heart's blood from Gu Yun's body.

The poisonous fog descended from above like a giant black net.

"Aaaaah! My eyes!"

"This mist is poisonous. The magic shield cannot stop it; it is eroding spiritual energy."

The area below immediately transformed into a scene of wailing and carnage, resembling a battlefield.

More than a dozen disciples of the Hehuan Sect were writhing in agony on the ground inside the poisonous fog, their skin visibly rotting away rapidly.

Without pausing, Gu Yun's figure shot down from the treetop like an arrow released from a bow.

The moment they landed, both hands were extended at the same time.

He pressed one hand against the top of the head of a disciple who was rolling on the ground.

吞！

Inside the Purple Mansion, the newly formed fifth bead, also known as the Terror Bead, suddenly emitted an extremely dazzling light.

The disciples experienced extreme pain and fear while in the poisonous fog.

The remaining cultivation and blood energy within their bodies flowed like a mighty river, continuously replenishing Gu Yun's wounds and impacting that solid barrier of cultivation level.

"You're a demon...you're a demon..."

A disciple who was still alive clung tightly to Gu Yun's ankle, his eyes filled with despair.

"magician?"

Gu Yun lowered her head.

Only a pair of scarlet eyes were visible. Illuminated by the lightning, this aged face was ten times more ferocious than a vengeful ghost.

"I am a demon. I am a demon who crawled out of the most evil hell."

Click!

He crushed the skull with one foot.

Gu Yun once again disappeared into the depths of the poisonous fog.

Gu Yun continuously engaged in activities such as traversing, fighting, poisoning, and assassination within the Ghost Cry Forest.

The Ghost Cry Forest was already extremely eerie and terrifying, but after Gu Yun's series of actions, it completely turned into a living meat grinder from which no one could escape.

He did not actively seek to engage in a head-on confrontation with the main force of 100 men.

He specifically targets people who are alone, those on the margins, or those who have been dispersed by the poisonous miasma and formed groups of three to five people.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours!

The thunderstorm continued unabated, and the killing seemed to never stop.

Some disciples of the Hehuan Sect completely collapsed under extreme mental pressure, randomly casting spells in all directions, resulting in the deaths of their fellow disciples.

Some tried to take off, but Gu Yun threw spears from the darkness and pinned them firmly to the tree trunks, whereupon they were slowly drained of their life force amidst their wails.

As the number of people he devoured gradually increased, the aura emanating from Gu Yun became increasingly terrifying.

Thirty people...

Fifty people...

Seventy people!

The neck, at the peak of the eighth level of Qi Refining, began to emit cracking sounds under the immense pressure of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

boom! boom! boom!

A muffled sound, like the beating of a drum, came from inside Gu Yun's body.

His muscles kept tearing and then reforming.

The spiritual energy of different cultivators is extremely chaotic.

It'll be soon...it'll be soon...

Gu Yun leaned against a giant tree stained red with blood, panting heavily.

One of his arms was twisted in a strange position, having been forcibly broken off when he forcibly killed a deacon at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

His abdomen was pierced, and his internal organs were even visible wriggling inside.

exhausted.

Even with spiritual energy sustaining it, this eighty-year-old body was on the verge of collapse.

He could feel that he was only on his last breath.

With enough essence and blood, he can break through to the ninth level of Qi Refining.

Just then.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded ahead in the woods.

Gu Yun gently peeked out half his head, and then his pupils suddenly contracted sharply.

On an open space not far away, there were more than twenty elite disciples of the Hehuan Sect.