Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Upon seeing her, the other party unsurprisingly drew his sword and slashed at her.

Xi Heng noticed the lightning flashing on the sword, spun around and leaped away, then thrust his sword forward in a fierce attack.

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The lightning struck the blue and red blades, creating an explosion that sounded like a short circuit.

A strong electric current surged through her, numbing her right hand.

Xi Heng gritted his teeth and steadied himself, then thrust his sword forward.

Affected by the lightning, his muscles trembled, and the tip of the sword deflected slightly.

Seeing this opportunity, the opponent dodged and then bent down to slash upwards with a lightning blade.

With such close proximity, dodging was impossible, and the white-haired girl made the decision to trade injury for injury.

The magical drumstick that had fallen to her waist was now tightly gripped in her left hand. Just as Yi Fei's lightning blade was about to strike her chest, a bright light suddenly burst forth between the two of them.

At the same time, another clap of thunder blocked out all hearing.

The shockwave generated a powerful impact, like an exploding cannonball, sending them all flying.

When Xi Heng landed, his footsteps left a long trail in the muddy ground.

With no time to admire the fairytale-like scene of lightning and wind swirling around her, and ignoring the crackling wound on her abdomen, she used all her mental strength to barely counteract the paralysis in her body before immediately raising her longsword again to attack the formidable enemy who had just stood up.

Seeing that she could still get up, Yi Fei was obviously shocked and had no time to fight back, so she could only defend herself.

The flames reappeared on the sword, making it take on a substantial form once more.

Clang——

The two swords clashed, and they were frozen in place.

"What is it that has sustained you to this extent..." Yi Fei couldn't understand. Her sword strikes had already hit her several times. Even if an ordinary cultivator could still retaliate, they would inevitably seek a way out first and become hesitant.

Xi Heng, however, has shown no hesitation whatsoever since the start of the war.

From the very beginning, I never considered a 'way out'.

They will only launch all-out attacks and advance again and again.

Realizing this, Yi Fei unconsciously felt a slight urge to back down.

In a duel between equally matched strong individuals, even the slightest difference in strength is enough to determine the outcome.

Xi Heng exerted all his strength to press the blade against his opponent, shattering the enemy sword made of flame crystals, and slashed straight at his opponent's chest.

Yi Fei opened her eyes wide and had no choice but to try her best to block this fatal sword strike.

With the blade broken, she used all her spiritual energy to increase her speed and tried to block again with the hilt of the sword.

But he had already seen through all her movements. He squeezed his dantian to activate the Qingyan Gong, and with his left hand, he gathered a blurry longsword of resentful fire that bypassed the hilt and thrust forward.

In the midst of the struggle, Yi Fei realized that she could not escape and had no choice but to try to exchange injuries for injuries.

She deflected the dark blue main sword, then gathered a flaming blade and slashed down at Xi Heng's left arm, which he was thrusting with his sword.

The wind and fire roared, and the sword pierced out a sharp, long cry.

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The fiery blade pierced through Yifei's chest.

The next instant, another fiery sword fell like lightning, severing Xi Heng's left arm.

The wound was directly burned by the flames, but there was no bleeding.

Xi Heng felt a burning pain in the cut surface of his severed arm and used his strength to push away the burning flames.

However, the already severed limbs were powerless to stop the flames, which engulfed them in flames and burned them completely in half a second.

However, the attack did have an effect. The direct hit of the Vengeful Flame Sword stunned the enemy, leaving him frozen on the spot.

Ignoring the excruciating pain of his severed arm, Xi Heng casually thrust his sword forward with his right hand.

At the same time, level tone:

"I won."

The sharp blade pierced through Yi Fei's slender, fair neck, severing her spine and emerging from beneath her skin.

A light, soft cracking sound reached his ears, and the other person lost all strength, collapsing to the ground like a puppet out of control.

With the blade drawn, Xi Heng gripped it again in the opposite hand and pressed down to deliver a finishing blow to the enemy's dantian.

At this point, the spectacular thunder and fire phenomenon in the surrounding area gradually dissipated as they rubbed against each other.

Thunder, rain, and wind returned to nature, while the crimson flames, as if drawn by some force, slowly returned to Xi Heng's body.

The scattered flames of resentment transformed into a vortex, enveloping the girl's figure and causing her to slowly shrink.

Once the crimson flames of resentment had completely subsided, she exhaled softly, letting the torrential rain and cold wind batter her badly injured body, and quietly gazed at the female swordsman's physical form lying on the ground.

Blood oozed from the wounds on its body, flowing down with the torrential rain and seeping into the soil.

She sheathed her longsword, and it took her two or three seconds to use her numb right hand to put it back in its sheath.

Then, he glanced down at his severed left arm, and looked down at the muddy ground where a charred, lifeless left hand lay scattered about.

She shook her head and squatted down on the muddy, blood-stained grass without hesitation, first checking her body.

"The injury should be minor... It will recover after a period of rest, but I will need to spend spirit stones to buy a Bone Regeneration Pill for my left arm."

She touched the severed part of her left hand: "Even so, it won't be as useful as my previous left arm... Should I just use dragon power to grow dragon claws?"

"Forget it, let's wait until we return to Hell and ask if there's a better way to recover."

Xi Heng took Yi Fei's magical longsword as a trophy, then got up and returned to the giant tree, whose branches and leaves had been largely broken by the aftershocks of the battle, to shelter from the rain.

He took out spirit stones from his inventory, slowly drew talismanic characters, and cast a few simple healing spells.

The bleeding gradually stopped, and my physical state became more peaceful.

Leaning against the wall, gazing at the mundane battle that was also drawing to a close in the distance, Xi Heng slowly relaxed and drifted into a daze.

In mortal warfare, she has a clear advantage over Yifei's battle.

The fighting has progressed to the point where it's almost a situation where the enemy retreats while we pursue.

Time slowly passes.

The intense and chaotic scene gradually gained a sense of peace and tranquility.

During the long rest, the white-haired girl regained some of her strength, silently gathered the dragon energy within her body, and took out the Dragon Transformation Heart Pill.

Just then, faint flames appeared not far away.

Xi Heng glanced over and saw that the firelight was shining on the corpse of the sword cultivator.

"Could he be resurrected?" She had lost all will to fight for the time being, but she still pressed her temples and approached with a hint of wariness.

The firelight ahead was faint, barely illuminating the dantian area of ​​the corpse.

The remaining spiritual energy within the physical body was slowly poured into the firelight, and even the power of the mind was subtly sent over.

Gradually, an oval-shaped solidified fireball formed above its abdomen.

"This is... an egg?"

The object before me resembled an egg with a shell made of fire crystals, slightly larger than an ostrich egg.

The fire egg harbors a strong vitality, and it seems that with enough nutrients, new life will be born.

Or perhaps, resurrection.

Xi Heng sensed a familiar power emanating from the egg. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and touched it with his fingertips.

"As expected..." She clearly sensed that there was resentment within the egg.

This is probably because some of the power of the vengeful fire sword she had just pierced into this person's body was also absorbed by the egg.

Perhaps before hatching, the egg will extinguish the flames of resentment, or perhaps it will grasp those flames after hatching and rebirth.

"Bearing, nurturing, rebirth, resurrection... Will the Crimson Phoenix Heaven-Bearing Sword Scripture possess such functions when cultivated to the peak of Foundation Establishment?"

“However, it will take a very long time, so it’s not very meaningful to me.” Xi Heng picked up the fire egg; it wasn’t scorching hot, just warm.

The surrounding area was shrouded in cold rain, but it was quite comfortable to be around this phoenix egg.

"Should I destroy it...?" she pondered.

"Never mind, before it hatches and comes back to life, this thing is just a decent spiritual object. It can probably be used as treasure or a hostage." Xi Heng nodded and put the fire egg directly into his storage bag.

Then, they began looting the corpse.

The spirit sword has been obtained. Xi Heng did not find a storage bag on Yi Fei's waist, but there were three rings on her fingers.

There should be at least one storage ring among them, but it's currently unknown how to open it.

"I'll ask Yin Wanluan when I get back." She put all three rings into her pocket, then rummaged around for a while and found a few talismans, which she then removed one by one.

After making sure he hadn't missed anything, he got up and went back to the tree.

The torrential rain gradually subsided, and the layered dark clouds were blown away by the long wind, revealing a few glimpses of the dim sunset in the distance.

The thunder subsided, and the battle on the ground came to an end.

Xi Heng grasped a spirit stone to replenish his spiritual energy. He first used magic to wash and dry his clothes and hair, then used his light footwork to return to the rear of the battlefield.

The enemy has begun a large-scale retreat, and our vanguard cavalry is going to pursue them.

The soldiers on the rear regrouped and advanced, while the logistics department began clearing the battlefield.

With everything arranged perfectly, when Xi Heng returned to the front lines, a general came to report to her.

Just as expected before the battle, the mortals won a great victory.

After the military clears the battlefield, it will head south to conquer cities and expand its sect and army.

"The strongest swordsman in the Fire Prison has already been defeated. It will be difficult for them to send out even stronger experts, right?" Xi Heng pondered for a moment and muttered to himself, "I should contact Yin Wanluan to get some information about the Fire Prison..."

After confirming this, she turned to the ordinary military general beside her and said:

"The enemy cultivator is dead. You may proceed with the plan."

With that, she leaped away in an instant, disappearing into the distance.

The general in the army was about to respond, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

……

After three leisurely days, Xi Heng bathed and changed clothes at a restaurant in a passing city, putting on a clean and bright dress. While resting, he used his light-footed skills to travel south to the hidden Fire Prison Spirit Locking Array.

During their journey through various villages, towns, and cities, they often heard news of the Xuan Tian Sect's army achieving victories while the Jing Huo Sect's army suffered defeats.

The people in the north of the Great Sheng Kingdom were in a state of panic. In the dark alleys and black markets at night, people were buying and selling items related to the Xuan Tian Sect, including symbols, doctrines, scriptures, and books. Some families even moved south.

Even in the south, this phenomenon remains prevalent.

Xi Heng, the mastermind behind the chaos in the world, turned a blind eye to the situation and quickly arrived at the hidden Fire Prison Spirit Locking Array within three days. He then used the secret method of the Youxu Sect to send a message to Yin Wanluan.

Then, the white-haired girl sat cross-legged outside the spirit-locking array and meditated until nightfall.

The bright moon, like a silver disc, slowly rose higher, and the wisps of dark clouds were dispersed by the gentle breeze.

Ripples gradually appeared in the air.

A woman dressed in a black robe, concealing her figure, emerged from the ripples and met the gaze of the white-haired girl who was still sitting cross-legged.

The newcomer seemed to be an avatar of the Netherworld Sect, rather than the original body—Xi Heng realized.

"Well done," said Yin Wanluan in black robes. "I didn't expect you to be able to kill that person..."

"Just lucky," the girl replied casually. "In terms of sword intent, I am superior."

"My true form was ready to teleport to your aid at any moment, but now it seems unnecessary," the woman in black said softly, her gleaming gaze falling on the girl's head.

"By the way, those two dragon horns on your head, you haven't managed to disappear?"

“Yeah.” Xi Heng poked his head. “It’s probably because of the previous dual-body-one-battle technique, or something else…”

"It doesn't affect her appearance at all." The Holy Maiden of the Netherworld Sect got down to business:

“You defeated Protector Yifei a few days ago. If you send someone to the mortal world again after the Fire Hell, you will definitely use all your strength—at least three Dharma Protectors, possibly plus the Vice Master himself, or even ask experts from other forces to help.”

“I can’t handle this…” Xi Heng blinked.