Cultivating Immortality in a World of Chaos - Chapter 430

[Chapter 429 Three Moves (asking for monthly tickets)]

The black-robed Master looked middle-aged, with a little frost on his temples. He looked at Fang Xi with a look of doubt and suspicion: “Master Mu?!”

This person turned out to be Heisha Zhenjun of the Huangsha Sect, the middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who had awakened the ‘Heisha Divine Body’!

Although Fang Xi concealed his face, the identification between Nascent Soul cultivators still mainly relies on spiritual consciousness and magic power.

Fang Xi had fought with this Yuanying Zhenjun last time, so naturally the other party would not admit his mistake.

“It turns out that this person is actually a disciple of Daoist Fellow Heisha…”

Fang Xi’s expression was a little ugly.

“This person is not my disciple, but a descendant of Junior Brother Qiansha…” True Lord Black Sand sighed, “I already know what happened. I hope you can give me some face and stop here. How about that?”

At the signal from True Lord Black Sand, You Tianhao reluctantly stepped forward and bowed: “Senior, I was wrong this time, please forgive me!”

As he spoke, he took out the inner elixir of the Wind-Thunder Horned Python and said, “I am willing to use this to make amends…”

Seeing this scene, Fang Xi couldn’t help but sneer in his heart.

“This person is really unscrupulous because his master is a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. You should know that I killed many of your fellow disciples, and even your master died because of me…”

“What if I don’t give you this face?”

He sneered and said something that made True Lord Black Sand pale, and then said: “But Daoyou gave me a favor last time, so I must return the favor. After all, this is the place where the demons are entrenched, and it is not easy to fight for a long time… How about another three-move deal? If Daoyou can take my three moves, I will not care about this matter anymore. Otherwise, let this person pay with his life!”

You Tianhao was stared at by Fang Xi’s cold eyes, and he realized that he was afraid. He looked to Master Heisha for help: “Uncle Master…”

“A three-move agreement?”

True Lord Black Sand felt it and realized that Fang Xi’s aura was still at the early stage of the Nascent Soul. Although he was a little doubtful, he didn’t think about it for long and agreed immediately: “Just as True Lord Mu suggested, limit it to three moves.”

Two beams of light immediately flew out, standing in mid-air, looking at each other from a distance.

True Lord Heisha’s expression remained unchanged, but he was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

It had only been a dozen years since they last met, and he didn’t believe that this ‘Lord Mu Zhen’ could make any breakthroughs.

You have to know that there are many Nascent Soul cultivators like them who have not made any progress in hundreds of years!

“The first move!”

Fang Xi said coldly, and a flash of blood appeared on his right hand, revealing a blood-colored long sword. The magic light on it was faint and murderous. It was a spiritual treasure!
‘He actually used a spiritual treasure at the beginning… This person is a magic cultivator, not a life-long magic weapon. Could this spiritual treasure be obtained recently?’

Lord Heisha’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly made a hand gesture, and a series of ancient and mysterious black runes appeared on his face. It was a sign of fully activating ‘Hei Ze Xuan Sha’!

Hualala!
A black river formed by countless sands emerged in the void. Each grain of sand rubbed against each other, bursting out with unimaginable terrifying power!
This is the “Black Ze Black Sand”!
Every grain that fell could instantly turn into a black boulder hundreds of feet long, annihilating a group of second-level monsters or a third-level monster.

The long black river coiled around Lord Black Sand, and suddenly with a gesture of his fingers, it transformed into a nine-headed lion, roaring at Fang Xi!

Amid the lion’s roar, Fang Xi’s robes fluttered, and he slashed with the Blood Demon Knife in his right hand!
Poof!
A very tiny flash of blood flashed, sank into the body of the Nine-Headed Black Sand Mystic Lion, and then disappeared.

Just as You Tianhao was showing a smug look, a scene that stunned him happened.

Puff!

Scarlet knife lights burst out from the body of the nine-headed black sand lion, and between the black sand grains, there were actually extremely tiny flashes of knife lights.

With this one cut, the sand seemed to be split into thousands, separating each grain of sand from each other.

Enter the gap with the void!

This long river of black sand began to disintegrate from the tiniest point…

Lord Heisha’s expression changed drastically, and a small black pot appeared in front of him.

This is his natal magic treasure – Junsha pot!

As the Junsha pot came out, a thick layer of black light surged, with spiritual patterns flashing in it, turning into a huge light shield.

Tiny scarlet blade lights appeared and slashed on the pitch-black round shield, making a teeth-grinding sound.

In the end, those flashes of sword light were completely wiped out.

True Lord Black Sand did not show any sign of relaxation on his face. Instead, he looked at the Blood-Transforming Demonic Knife in Fang Xi’s hand with great solemnity: “What a magical treasure! It seems that this treasure can also absorb the blood essence of cultivators to increase its power…”

“Yes, this sword has drunk the blood of several Yuanying Zhenjun before…”

Fang Xi flicked the Blood Demon Knife, and blood light flashed on the blade.

The so-called drinking of the blood of Yuanying Zhenjun is naturally true.

Although the Red Blood Monster was just a weakling, Master Lingfeng also became the first victim.

After this magic knife fell into Fang Xi’s hands, he naturally intercepted a part of the blood of the Red Blood Monster, the Ancient Monster, and even the Seven Killing Demon Lord!

This ‘Blood-Transforming Demonic Sword’ is a magic treasure, which has the characteristics of consuming essence and blood and increasing power.

Just now Fang Xi had only used the blood of a Yuanying Zhenjun, but at this moment, he chuckled and shouted, “Here comes the second move, be careful!”

As he spoke, the three-eyed, six-armed image of King Yama appeared behind him. The vertical eye between his eyebrows opened, and a ray of flame fell on the Blood-Transforming Demonic Sword.

The blood of the Seven Killings Demon Lord stored in the Blood-Transforming Demon Sword was also being consumed rapidly, causing the sword to burst out with a blood-colored sword aura several feet long!
How fierce was the Seven Killings Demon Lord?

Back then, he was known as the second best in Jiang Country. Even if he fought with Fang Xi now, Fang Xi might not be sure of winning without using the withered and flourishing Mysterious Light!
This person’s cultivation has reached the peak of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and his blood and essence are extremely vigorous.

After Fang Xi’s blood sacrifice to the Demonic Sword, the power of the Blood Demonic Sword reached an unprecedented peak.

Fang Xi raised the Blood-Transforming Demonic Sword with both hands, and then slashed it down with one blow!

Crash!

The scarlet blade light was like a sea of blood, with countless wronged souls floating in it, and countless blood-colored runes flashing in it.

The blade light instantly engulfed True Lord Black Sand…

Roar!

A moment later, a giant dragon made of black sand rushed out from the sea of blood, and among it was Lord Black Sand.

But at this moment, he looked at the Junsha pot in his hand, his face full of bitterness.

I saw that on the body of the Junsha pot, a faint red knife mark had appeared at some point.

With Fang Xi’s sword strike just now, this cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Stage was injured, and it seemed that even his life treasure was damaged!

“Third move!”

When Fang Xi saw that True Lord Heisha was able to take two of his moves, he couldn’t help but admire him in his heart.

For such enemies, we must do our best to show respect!

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A black light flashed above his head, and the outer Dao Yuanying emerged, and a small sword appeared in his hand. It was the “Divine Infant Sword”!
Wow!

The sound of a sword, like a baby crying, suddenly resounded through the surrounding void.

In the Dantian of True Lord Black Sand, the Nascent Soul that had always looked exactly like him suddenly opened its eyes, and a trace of fear appeared on its little face…

“This sword…”

Lord Black Sand’s eyelids were twitching wildly.

Generally speaking, when a Nascent Soul cultivator’s Nascent Soul leaves his body, he will either run for his life or fight for his life.

It was already difficult to deal with, and with this sword…

“Wait a moment, my friend… I admit defeat!”

True Lord Black Sand said with difficulty.

As a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, it is indeed somewhat embarrassing to admit that he is no match for a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

But losing face is better than losing your life!
“Oh?”

Fang Xi stopped casting the spell and looked at Master Heisha with a smile.

True Lord Black Sand gritted his teeth, and a tornado of black sand swallowed up You Tianhao who was caught off guard…

After the black tornado passed, there was no trace of this person at the place.

Only a storage bag and the inner elixir of the Wind-Thunder Horned Python were thrown to Fang Xi by True Lord Black Sand.

“Daoyou is a straightforward person!”

Fang Xi collected the storage bag and the inner elixir, but the Nascent Soul on top of his head was still playing with the ‘Divine Infant Sword’ and did not return to the body of the Black Fire Demon Zombie.

“What do you mean, fellow Daoist?” True Lord Heisha looked alert, fearing that Fang Xi would attack again.

Especially that small sword, which actually gave his Nascent Soul a strong sense of threat.

“Our fight made too much noise, I’m afraid it has attracted the attention of the transformed monster…” Fang Xi sighed, looked around, and said loudly: “Come out!”

“Hehe… You two human cultivators are actually brazenly fighting in the wild. You really don’t take our demon race seriously…”

Poof!
The soil exploded, and a huge golden pangolin-like monster emerged.

And above the pangolin’s head, there were two demon cultivators standing!

To advance to the fourth level, the demon race needs to go through the “transformation thunder tribulation”, which is rumored to be several times more difficult than the Nascent Soul thunder tribulation of a cultivator!

Moreover, the success rate of a peak-level third-order monster in overcoming the tribulation is even lower than that of a human cultivator in condensing his Nascent Soul.

Heaven is fair. Since it has given the demon race a long lifespan, a strong physique, and sharp innate magical powers, it will naturally deprive them of some things. For example… their cultivation is extremely slow, and it is more difficult for them to advance than humans!

However, the more this is the case, the more extraordinary the fourth-level demons who have successfully transformed are!

Fang Xi looked at the two figures that appeared above the golden pangolin.

The fourth-level demon can already transform into human form.

Two monsters appeared at this time. One was tall and covered with a layer of green scales, like an ancient armor, and there was a strange horn on his head.

The other one was basically the same as a human, except for a few scarlet scales on both sides of its cheeks and two carp-like tentacles on its lips.

“One mid-term, one early-term…”

Fang Xi’s expression was slightly serious: “It’s a little troublesome…”

“It’s the Five Elements Kirin Clan!”

True Lord Black Sand seemed to have thought of something, and his expression became even uglier: “The Five Elements Kirin Clan is known as the king among the monsters and beasts. Its members often awaken some of the ‘Qilin True Blood’! They are more difficult to deal with than ordinary transformed monsters…”

“Since you know you can’t deal with it, why don’t you leave your Nascent Soul behind to make amends?”

The red-scaled demon laughed loudly, and the demonic energy on its body soared into the sky. It seemed that it was indeed several times stronger than that of an ordinary middle-stage Nascent Soul.

(End of this chapter)