Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

But just half a second later, even the spiritual energy shield was burned and quickly weakened.

Xi Heng managed to dodge the crimson flames during this brief respite, but his spiritual energy shield was almost completely destroyed.

She retreated several dozen meters before finally finding a moment of peace.

"That is the fire of resentment. If one is covered by this fire, one's divine sense will be blocked by resentment, and one's body will be transformed into a puppet of the fire of resentment." The old cultivator behind him reminded him nervously, "I didn't expect that she would master this thing in just a few months."

"It's really troublesome."

The girl had just landed when the monster roared and attacked again.

Without hesitation, she switched from defense to offense, shifting her feet to the side of the monster, dodging the giant sword's slash while simultaneously striking the enemy's side with her own sword.

The flames of resentment surged again, but Shao Xi behind him chanted an incantation, creating a magical seal to stop them.

Above, Zhao Qianqiu gently wiggled his finger with great interest, and the deep red resentment fire transformed into a fireball with his movement, crashing into the seal.

With a soft thud, the hair wrinkles faded even more.

The old man Shaoxi set out and drew new magic patterns, which clashed with the resentful fire, and he cried out:

"The corrosive power of the resentment fire is extremely strong, and I cannot withstand it for long."

"Then let's finish this quickly."

Xi Heng pressed down with his longsword, and countless white marks appeared in the Sword Heart Domain, firmly trapping the monster wielding the flaming giant sword.

But the black mist monster no longer cared about the white marks around it and frantically swung its flaming greatsword in resistance.

The girl dodged another slash and went to the opponent's rear.

The flames of resentment were smashed onto the ground, bursting into countless sparks that scattered in all directions.

Xi Heng leaped high again, finally finding an angle high enough to kill his enemy.

The sharp blade slashed down from above, creating a wave of white, malevolent light, like the sword of annihilation.

The white flames bloomed in layers, tearing through the sky and landing on the monster's back, instantly leaving a ferocious sword mark several meters long.

The monster's skin was torn open, revealing its white bones, and it collapsed to the ground.

He had just lifted himself up when he was slammed down again, and the Greatsword of Vengeance also crashed to the ground with a crack.

This greatsword of vengeful fire could indeed pose some threat to her, but there were clearly not enough people wielding it.

After transforming into a demon beast, all of its swordsmanship and martial arts skills from its previous life became incompatible with this body, rendering them mostly useless.

Xi Heng was more than capable of easily crushing his opponent in terms of skill and martial arts.

With one sword strike, it crumbled; the next strike aimed for the creature's wrist, where it held the sword—

The immense power of the Embracing Elixir Force created the White Fiend Sword Qi, which, along with the enhancement of the Sword Heart Domain, subtly reached the realm of 'unity of heaven and man'.

When wielding the sword, it seems as if the heavens are conspiring with him.

With a single sword strike, dozens of sword energies arose.

The monster's body was eroded by the dense sword energy, with bits of flesh and blood splattering everywhere, directly wiping out half the mass of its entire arm.

The blade did not stop there, but continued to slash at various parts of his body with fierce force.

In just a few seconds, the monster's head and body separated, its limbs were severed, and its waist, abdomen, and chest were also badly damaged.

The entire body had been reduced to pieces of rotten flesh, lying motionless on the ground.

The splattered blood and flesh stained the floor of the hall red, making it impossible to distinguish heads, waists, abdomens, or limbs.

After a series of sword strikes, Xi Heng stopped wielding his blade and coldly gazed at the throne in the distance.

"It wasn't easy for me to raise this pet to be this big." Zhao Qianqiu clicked her tongue and flicked her finger, causing the deep red resentment fire that was being sealed and blocked in the air to explode.

With a loud bang, the magic seal was shattered by the impact, and flames rained down.

There were few places to hide inside the hall, so Xi Heng instinctively leaned against a nearby pillar, trying to use it for protection.

But the fire rain, like ghostly flames, pierced directly through the beams and pillars and poured down.

The flames were like a torrential rain, with very small gaps between them, making it difficult to dodge.

Xi Heng then pinched his fingers together, activated the magic runes on the back of his hand, and unleashed a fire surge technique around himself, which made the fire less intense.

However, the fire of resentment still burned, and it had already touched her flesh.

The fire of resentment did not burn or set the clothes ablaze; instead, it seeped directly into them.

Xi Heng paused for a moment—she saw Zhao Qianqiu's resentment.

Kenshin mitigated some of the effects for her, but a portion of his mind was still diverted to his heart to resist the impact of resentment.

On the surface, she is still trying her best to fight back against external enemies.

But deep down, resentment painted a layered picture in her mind, imprinted with Zhao Qianqiu's hatred.

The resentment of witnessing the destruction of her sect and being unable to save it, the resentment of being the senior sister of the Bloodline Sword Sect but being unable to protect her junior sister, the resentment of going to the northern frontier to join the army but being betrayed by her own side and thus falling into a deadly situation, and the resentment of fighting alongside tens of thousands of soldiers to the death but ultimately being unable to save even one person...

The layers of immense resentment converged and struck, giving Xi Heng a sense of being there.

His originally calm and indifferent mind was now tinged with a hint of hostility.

"..." Xi Heng gritted his teeth and used all his strength to activate his sword energy, finally managing to dispel the influence of this resentment.

When his mind returned to the present world, he saw that another rain of fire was approaching, so he had to concentrate on dodging it.

"Do you see that?" Zhao Qianqiu's voice echoed throughout the palace: "Let this grievance be settled."

"Showing your deeds to others, do you have some kind of exhibitionist fetish?" Xi Heng pretended to be unconcerned and instead mocked.

"Another person? After this battle, won't you also be a part of me?" The other party chuckled, then turned his fingers to send more fire rain towards Xi Heng.

The old man Shaoxi, who was also disturbed by the fire rain, recovered and quickly chanted a spell, using his magic runes to help stop the rain of resentful fire around Xiheng.

The girl stopped dodging and rushed toward Zhao Qianqiu, who was on the throne, with her long sword.

The footsteps slammed into the ground, creating large cracks and white clouds bursting in the air, instantly traversing hundreds of meters at a speed that ordinary people could not react to.

One second he was on the side of the hall, the next instant a white sword was pointed at Zhao Qianqiu's chest.

However, Zhao Qianqiu was no ordinary person. In an instant, he pulled out a black sword with blue cracks all over its surface from the dark blue mist around him.

He stood up and forcefully blocked the dagger with his sword.

The two swords clashed, and the clang shook the entire hall for a moment.

The immense force exploded between the swords, the powerful impact causing Zhao Qianqiu to stagger back half a step, and Xi Heng to fall several meters backward to the ground.

"This sword is not bad," Zhao Qianqiu said, "but it is still just a mortal's weapon."

"So much nonsense."

The girl had barely landed when she mustered her strength to strike again.

The white energy burst forth from the sword, pressing forward fiercely—

The opponent recognized this as a move from the Bloodline Sword, chuckled, and responded with a similar move.

The sword moved like a white snake spitting its tongue, its silver light flashing.

The undulating white sword energy was adorned with streaks of red, as if woven together, adding red threads to the air.

When Zhao Qianqiu swung her sword, lines also appeared, but her red lines were almost black.

The clash of blades produced a series of sharp sounds, during which Xi Heng inexplicably felt a strange sensation—she felt as if she had returned to the Red Thread Sword Academy, where she was currently practicing sword moves with her senior and junior sisters.

The feeling of familiarity was so absurd that it slowed my senses.

Suddenly, the red line unleashed by the opponent ignited into a deep crimson flame, piercing through the balance of their sword energies and striking out.

Xi Heng immediately dodged, and a magic rune appeared in front of him to block the way.

Even so, some of the spreading resentment still managed to touch her.

Consciousness had to split off a portion to work with Kenshin to block the erosion of resentment between their hearts.

This flame of resentment also carries Zhao Qianqiu's resentment, the scenes and hatred he had just witnessed.

As Xi Heng repeatedly confronted similar resentment, she realized that the resentment's influence on her had gradually weakened.

She has gradually become accustomed to this resentment.

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Volume 1: Chapter 158, Chapter 152, An Inextricable Situation

As soon as this wisp of resentment entered his heart, Xi Heng had to divert some of his mind and sword spirit to dissipate this resentment, thus reducing his direct combat strength.

Even if the flames of resentment are only a faint wisp.

Even if she has adapted and is no longer too uncomfortable, she will still be affected by it in the end.

If one does not devote mental energy to resisting it, resentment seems to proliferate and spread in the mind.

If there is no sword heart, or other means to completely eliminate its influence.

Then, if one is touched by even a trace of resentment, one's consciousness will be gradually devoured by it, sooner or later.

In the mortal realm, only martial artists at the Celestial Realm level can resist its power.

If the flames of resentment could spread throughout the world, most living beings would likely become puppets of those flames.

Just as Shao Xi described, the Pure Fire Realm is now completely controlled by the Resentful Fire, and very few survivors remain.

I'm afraid Zhao Qianqiu's goal is the same... but she's not strong enough, and doesn't have enough resentment to carry out such a plan.

As the resentment in his heart subsided, Xi Heng's heart subtly established a connection with the other person—

During the exchange of blows, he suddenly twisted his wrist and struck his opponent's forehead with a sword.

The sharp blade pierced the air, tearing out ripples of white fury.

Her opponent raised his sword to block, but she forcefully turned the blade back, turning her real move into a feint, and then slashed downwards.

The confrontation took place in reality, lasting only a brief moment.

In the blink of an eye, the two swords clashed and slashed.

The sword was pulled back halfway, but Xi Heng stabbed it into the enemy's abdomen again.

嗤、

The sharp blade swiftly pierced through her slender waist and emerged from behind.

Seeing that the blade had gained the upper hand, Xi Heng unleashed a burst of energy within his opponent's body—

Zhao Qianqiu frowned for the first time, concentrating his strength to spread the dark blue mist to his abdomen, barely resisting the power of the Core Formation, thus preventing his entire body from exploding.

However, such a fierce blow still caused some internal injuries. Dark blue mist emanated chaotically from the sword wound, and a trickle of blood hung from the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Qianqiu hummed softly as he pushed his hands, unleashing a bluish-black mist in all directions.

Xi Heng retreated temporarily to create distance.

He stepped back to the center of the hall, and with a rustling sound, raised his sharp blade, pointing it once more at the vengeful ghost whose body was emanating blue mist.

The sword energy burst forth, and the mist was dispersed momentarily.

The figure wrapped inside was revealed.

Xi Heng calmly said, "Through the flames of resentment and the sword, I saw your fleeting thoughts—you occupied this hall and lured me here, intending to reignite the resentment of the world?"

During the sword fight, she clearly discerned the thoughtful expression in her opponent's eyes through her sword intent.

Besides bringing resentment and disturbing her mind, the burning resentment also provided her with a medium to connect with the other person's heart.

She gradually came to understand the other party's plan.

Her death was used to reignite the pent-up resentment of the world.

This caused the country to split apart, heroes to rise up everywhere, and the people to relive the days of turmoil and displacement of the past.

Logically speaking, even if she were dead, Chu Xiao and Chen Fenghuo could have kept the situation relatively stable and prevented it from descending into such chaos.

However, the vengeful spirits will continue to cause trouble, inevitably leading to a series of misfortunes.

Returning from a peaceful era to a chaotic one, the resentment of the world will inevitably grow rapidly, and the power of these vengeful spirits will also increase as they devour resentment.

At that time, the other party will try to break through using the method of advancement gleaned from the fire of self-reproach.

To carry out this plan, Xi Heng must be killed first.