This is how immortals are cultivated

At this moment, he seemed to have turned into a gardener, with the Zhengyang Sword in his hand like a pair of scissors. He strolled leisurely in the garden of the inner courtyard of Changyin Temple, reaching out to trim the twisted and strange flowerbed with severed corpses and limbs in front of him.

During this process, Chang Yinzi couldn't help but howl.

Unlike his disciple, the Taoist Yin Yi, who only trained one arm to perfection, Chang Yinzi had been in the realm of Soul Induction for a considerable time and had accumulated a deep foundation.

There is only one last step left to completely shed the mortal body and be reborn.

Meaningless senses like pain had long since disappeared, but that didn't mean he had lost his sense of touch.

Clearly taken from his own disciple's arm, the severed arm, when unfolding its extended limb, was able to release a fiery masculine energy that was completely opposite to the Yin-death energy he possessed. The two rubbed against each other like water and fire, seeping into his body as it continued to come into contact with his limbs.

Under normal circumstances, this is not a problem.

The arm was taken from Yin Yi, and even though the nature of the broken arm had undergone some strange changes, in the final analysis, his disciple's practice of the strange way, in terms of Yin death spirituality, was far behind him in both quality and quantity.

However, this situation is extremely fatal for Chang Yinzi.

Because he is not in good condition.

As a practitioner of the treacherous path, he naturally knew the dangers of this path. Although it was indeed the only way for mortals to transcend the ordinary and achieve immortality, it was also a dead end. Once set foot on it, one would fall into the abyss if not careful, just like his three dead disciples.

He had obtained some opportunities in his early years, and it was these opportunities that protected him. Even if he failed to break through and transform, he could still take a step back steadily, so as not to fall directly into the abyss and die and be digested into a monster.

Although he had successfully retreated, he was not able to gain a firm footing. Therefore, he urgently needed blood food to stabilize himself. However, the one who came to his door was not a blood food, but a pusher who was determined to push him into the abyss.

This limb-replacing technique was his secret method, which could transfer contamination and stabilize himself. However, with Fang Suichu's continued destruction, Chang Yinzi suffered the backlash.

All these things were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the true self that Chang Yinzi had worked so hard to maintain finally collapsed.

Fang Suichu sensed a shift in energy, and with a sudden inspiration, he decisively drew his sword and retreated. At that moment, the mountain of severed limbs and corpses that Chang Yinzi had assembled, and which Fang Suichu had then half-dismantled, exploded.

After shooting down and clearing away the corpses that were splattered towards him, Fang Suichu looked towards the center of the courtyard.

Chang Yinzi was standing there, but his appearance had changed a lot.

The bronze Taoist crown had fallen from his head, his long white hair scattering across his robes, and sharp fangs protruded from his mouth. After removing his spliced ​​limbs, his original form was revealed to be flat and thin, devoid of any soft muscle, but instead extremely stiff, like a dried corpse with its flesh drained of blood.

This image was far less visually impactful than the one that had just turned into a mountain of flesh, but it made Fang Suichu feel a chill.

Chang Yinzi is now obviously more dangerous than before.

Fang Suichu was not surprised by Chang Yinzi's change. In his opinion, this was proof that the enemy had entered the second stage.

Just as Fang Suichu was concentrating and holding his breath, ready to respond to any changes with the same attitude and observe Chang Yinzi's current fighting style, Chang Yinzi's body suddenly moved.

To ordinary people, it is just a black shadow - nothing can be seen except the black shadow.

As the black shadow moved, the next moment, a loud sound of metal clashing was heard in front of Fang Suichu. As the sound rang out, Fang Suichu flew backwards.

When he landed on the ground again, he had already arrived in the courtyard outside.

Ordinary people cannot see the black shadow clearly, but Fang Suichu, who has sharp eyes and ears, can capture its true appearance. Even he can't help but sigh at Chang Yinzi's speed.

Chapter 13 Outbreak

Moreover, Chang Yinzi is not just fast now.

Chang Yinzi, who had just appeared in front of Fang Suichu in an instant, simply raised his hand and grabbed him. Although Fang Suichu raised his hand in time to block with the Zhengyang Sword, he was still knocked away.

And, until now, I can feel a slight tingling sensation in my wrist and entire palm.

If he had not comprehended the state of bone forging before going up the mountain and his bones had not begun to strengthen, the opponent's grab just now would have been enough to break Fang Suichu's right hand.

As Fang Suichu landed, his thoughts racing, the shadow reappeared in his field of vision, accompanied by gusts of extremely cold wind. A cold, heavy, violent, and frantic aura erupted.

Fang Suichu didn't think twice and raised his sword to slash forward. The touch was still as hard and heavy. As the figures intertwined, the surging force caused the blood in Fang Suichu's body to resonate, forcing him to step back a few steps before he released the remaining strength.

"It's a bit difficult... This thing seems to have a higher value than me."

It is rumored that people who practice the strange way have all kinds of incredible evil magic, but Fang Suichu did not see any strange magic on Chang Yinzi at this time, only pure numbers.

The opponent is stronger than himself in speed and strength, not to mention physical strength. Just now, the opponent used his palm to catch the blow of Zhengyang Sword.

Moreover, unlike a flesh-and-blood person like Fang Suichu, who needed to recover his energy after exerting his strength, Chang Yinzi, now no different from a zombie, without breath or heartbeat, did not need this process at all.

From the looks of it, Fang Suichu seemed to be in an absolute disadvantage. In such a situation, it was like stepping into a desperate situation where he could die at any moment.

But in such a critical situation, Fang Suichu remained extremely calm. Or rather, it was precisely in such a situation that his thoughts became clearer.

"But it's not like there's no chance..."

How long had it been since he had obtained the first Zhengyang Pill and started to open up his meridians? Ultimately, such a short time was simply not enough for Fang Suichu to have a thorough understanding of his body.

Even if he had fought with Yin Yi before, that kind of fight was not enough for Fang Suichu to fully understand and control the current condition of this body.

In the final analysis, Fang Suichu still has a considerable amount of potential that has not been tapped.

Inspired by a martial artist who outmatched an elderly person in strength and a primitive person in technique, Fang Suichu knew that when numbers couldn't win, technique should take precedence. Furthermore, Chang Yinzi was now completely out of control, completely devoid of thought, and only instinct remained.

The cold wind blew again, accompanied by Chang Yinzi's attack. This time, Fang Suichu did not instinctively swing his sword for a direct head-on confrontation. Instead, he adjusted his posture first and then controlled the angle of the sword.

Under Chang Yinzi's grab this time, Fang Suichu retreated several steps again, even further than before, but neither his palm, wrist, nor arm had the same strong impact as before.

The muscles in his wrists and arm joints relaxed and tightened, transmitting force to his spine, and then to his legs and feet, transmitting it to the ground. During this process, Qi, blood, and energy flowed in unison, driving the digestion of the precious medicinal power lingering within his body. This efficiency was far greater than Fang Suichu's random slashing during the previous Chang Yinzi stage.

Real time is actually much faster than thinking time. These two or three fights and collisions are just a matter of a few breaths in reality.

The out-of-control Chang Yinzi now acts on instinct, tearing the living to pieces. The longer he fails to tear apart the lively Fang Suichu in front of him, the stronger the murderous aura in him becomes.

His movements became more and more crazy. Even though Fang Suichu now had a better understanding of his body and control over how to use strength, he was still just trying to hold on.

The bone-strengthening process was indeed progressing, and the medicinal power in his body was being depleted at an accelerated rate. But Fang Suichu was still a flesh and blood body, and such a high-intensity struggle consumed a tremendous amount of his physical strength. It was unknown where Chang Yinzi's motivation came from, but compared to a zombie, Fang Suichu would clearly be exhausted faster.

"It's no use just passively taking a beating like this. We're definitely not going to win this war of attrition."

It’s true that offense is the best defense.

If you want to beat the Changyin Mountain dungeon and fly freely in the sky and across the sea, you must first solve the trouble in front of you and then break the maze of Changyin Mountain.

So, in the final analysis, we still have to find an opportunity to kill Chang Yinzi.

Before your strength runs out, you must find an opportunity to break through.

"But with my strength alone, even with this Zhengyang Sword, it seems difficult to break the opponent's defense."

It’s still the same idea, if the numbers are not enough, you can make up for it with skills.

Fang Suichu recalled the scene when he fought with Yin Yi.

The final decisive blow was a punch thrown subconsciously. The energy and blood in the body gathered together and threw an explosive punch, which directly hit Yin Yi Taoist's face into his head.

"The technique of Qi and blood bursting..."

Fang Suichu tried hard to recall his condition at that time.

Before reaching the stage of refining essence into qi, qi and blood are indeed meaningful things.

Fang Suichu was able to transport Qi and blood after he opened up the twelve main meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians. However, it seemed that physical factors were not enough to deliver an explosive blow.

Thinking about his condition after the previous punch, Fang Suichu seemed to understand something.

Chang Yinzi had pounced on him again at this time. This time Fang Suichu still took a posture, but this posture was not the force-relieving posture he had been using before.

Chang Yinzi had already stretched out his extremely stiff claws with extended black sharp nails like blades.

Faced with these claws, Fang Suichu had no intention of blocking them.

This time, Chang Yinzi came incredibly close to Fang Suichu, and Fang Suichu could already feel the corpse's aura through his nostrils.

However, Fang Suichu still didn't care, and his posture finally changed, and he stabbed forward with the sword.

It was a decisive stab, a stab that disregarded life and death, with only one simple thought in mind, which was to kill the monster.

Spirit and intention are combined, intention and qi are combined, qi and strength are combined.

Yes, the technique of blood and energy explosion needs to be driven by thoughts and the unity of essence, energy and spirit.

Blood and energy suddenly burst out between Fang Suichu's wrists and were transmitted to the Zhengyang Sword, while the Zhengyang Sword pointed directly at Chang Yinzi's neck.

With the sound of flesh being torn, Chang Yinzi's claws finally touched Fang Suichu's body and pressed on his shoulder. The sharp claws directly cut through the flesh and embedded into it, causing blood to burst out of Fang Suichu's shoulder.

But at the same time, the black nails of the fingers on the front of the broken arm in Fang Suichu's hand pierced through Chang Yinzi's neck, breaking the spine under his skin.

Chapter 14: The Great Terror

In the courtyard of Changyin Temple, among the coffins scattered all over the ground, two figures stood close together.

Chang Yinzi's dark nails had already pierced Fang Suichu's shoulders, but his head was tilted upwards, and the palm of one of his broken arms had completely penetrated his neck. Fang Suichu held the other side of the broken arm tightly in his hands.

"call..."

Fang Suichu exhaled a long, hot breath of turbid air, and all his energy and blood burst out in this killing sword move. After the explosion, he couldn't help but feel the soreness of his skin, flesh, and bones.

This was indeed a desperate and life-threatening attack.

After this blow, Chang Yinzi's movements also stopped. The claws that had penetrated Fang Suichu's shoulders did not continue to exert force to tear his arms off. His corpse body only trembled slightly, dry and stiff, his flesh as hard as steel continuously tensed.

Finally, there was a crisp "click" sound. With the extreme tension of his skin and flesh, Chang Yinzi's head on the broken neck lowered abruptly, and his chin covered with white beard pressed against Yin Yi's broken arm.

A pair of deep-set dark eyes stared at Fang Suichu, full of malice.

Perhaps it was a last gasp of energy, or perhaps it was the severed arm, now transformed into the Zhengyang Sword, that, after piercing Chang Yinzi's neck, injected its masculine energy into his body. Stimulated by this intense yang energy, Chang Yinzi seemed to have regained some consciousness.

But even if he woke up, it would be of no use. In the current situation, he had no room for remedy.

Chang Yinzi's lips trembled slightly, because he could not make any sound due to the hole in his neck, but with that resentful look in his eyes, in this last moment of consciousness, all Chang Yinzi left in the world of the living were words that sounded like a deep curse.

Chang Yinzi finally managed a disgusting and ugly smile. Along with this smile, an aura a hundred times more violent and gloomy than before suddenly erupted from Chang Yinzi's corpse body.

It is mainly composed of miserable resentment, and when it erupts it is enough to scare ordinary people to death and make them heartbroken.

This extremely murderous intent, accompanied by rolling black air currents, gushed out from Chang Yinzi's seven orifices and spread out in an instant, enveloping both his and Fang Suichu's bodies.

Changyin Temple became extremely cold at this moment. The black carrion crows in the nearby woods were startled and flew into the sky, as if they wanted to escape immediately.

A stench of corpses filled the Changyin Temple. It was a stench of decay, like the smell of piles of corpses buried in a closed, damp, cold cellar, quietly rotting and accumulating. It was a nauseating smell that made one want to vomit up all their internal organs.

As the sinister aura of corpse decay gushed out of Chang Yinzi's body, his already tattered dark blue Taoist robe began to rapidly corrode and dissolve. After the robe dissolved, Chang Yinzi's body was revealed.

Chang Yinzi's body, which had originally resembled a mummy, suddenly swelled up, and her skin, no longer dry, rolled like the membrane of a blister caused by a burn. This layer of skin also broke in an instant, and black pus oozed out.

Under the dual erosion of rotten air and corpse water, the broken arm in Fang Suichu's hand also quickly decayed, the flesh and blood dissolved and turned into bones. The hard bones then softened and turned into a pool of soft bone mud.

Fang Suichu's first weapon was destroyed less than half a day after he obtained it. The next one to face the rotten air and corpse water was naturally Fang Suichu himself.

Without the broken arm to support his neck, Chang Yinzi's entire body fell towards Fang Suichu.

Chang Yinzi's head had not yet dissolved. He stared at Fang Suichu in front of him. He vowed to see the miserable death of the guy in front of him who destroyed his great cause of becoming an immortal.

Fang Suichu stood there in a daze as if he was frightened silly. He didn't make any movement, and didn't even instinctively avoid or run away when faced with danger.

Waiting to die is not a bad thing.

Chang Yinzi did not laugh at Fang Suichu's motionless behavior.

Anyway, there is no way to escape as long as we are still within the range of this mountain.

Before Chang Yinzi forced his way out, he had already stepped halfway across the threshold of Lingmi, but because he lacked the final big ingredient, he could not take the last half step and had to retreat forcibly.

At this moment, Chang Yinzi, who was already beyond help, stepped on the accelerator for the last time, and rushed across the threshold without caring about the problem of losing control. Although it was useless, at least when he died, he exploded with spiritual secret-level pollution.

It's no exaggeration to say that a spiritually mysterious cultivator could easily wipe out an entire town. The pollution he's unleashing will render Changyin Mountain completely devoid of life. If left untreated, this pollution will persist for at least ten years. The dead matter within this mountain will breed ghost corpses. Corpses buried there will inevitably become ghost corpses. Furthermore, the contamination of the water veins will cause the spawning of living corpses in the villages surrounding Changyin Mountain.

"Hahaha... Let's die together!"

Although he was unable to make a sound, Chang Yinzi, who had completely lost control and gone crazy, still let out a crazy laugh in his last thoughts.

However, a voice interrupted his last thought and train of thought.

"Thank you so much..."

“This makes me feel a little embarrassed…”

Chang Yinzi's thoughts were pulled back to reality, and he looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.

Although there was no strange aura on his body, he had a strong body that was not like that of a human. However, even the strongest flesh and blood would be dissolved into a pool of rotten water in the face of this extremely evil and filthy corpse.

However, the person in front of him still maintained his intact form until this moment.

There was even an expression of embarrassment on his face, as if he couldn't refuse the hospitality.

wrong...

He felt that the corpse-like aura he had transformed into with everything in his body was being gathered.