Changsheng: My experience in patrolling the liver

Chapter 724 Introduction to Supernatural Powers, Reaching Immortal Level in the Way of the Sword! (Two Chapters Combined)

The Heavenly Wind is quite effective at suppressing spirits of clouds and mist, which is why Song Changming obtained this fan.

Under the sixfold celestial gale, the movements of these enormous mist spirits came to a complete standstill. Their hands tried to grab Song Changming, but could not bring themselves to strike.

The fog around him was blown away even faster, along with an even larger area of ​​fog around him.

Only the red pearl remained, which Song Changming imprisoned with his immortal power, preventing it from being blown away by the gale.

Seeing that the six heavenly gales still couldn't disperse these enormous mist spirits, Song Changming continued to wave his treasure fan without hesitation.

Nine Heavens Gale!
A terrifying and fierce wind swept by, instantly scattering the newly formed and emerging mist spirits.

The few large mist spirits that were closest to it could not withstand the strong wind and were quickly blown away.

Just as Song Changming was about to approach and grab the red pearl.

Suddenly, the pearl shone brightly, breaking free from Song Changming's true immortal power and transforming into a streak of red light that instantly disappeared into the thick fog that had been blown away.

The next moment, all the mist rushed into the precious pearl.

At the same time, Song Changming sensed an extremely powerful aura emanating from the pearl, as if a terrifying monster was about to awaken.

Song Changming sheathed his flying knives and array flags, then slowly drew his immortal sword and held it in his hand.

He already had a vague sense that things were going to get tricky.

The aura emanating from that red bead was far too powerful, triggering a strong warning signal in his mind.

The fog has gathered and merged, making this situation extremely unusual.

Soon, the red bead drained all the mist in the area, and a figure materialized outside the bead.

This figure was more human-like than the other mist spirits, with skin as pure white and hazy as mist, radiating a soft glow.

His body enveloped the red bead, making it difficult for Song Changming's senses to penetrate and preventing him from continuing to observe the red bead.

A pair of white eyes stared silently at Song Changming, his mouth slightly open, splitting open to his ears, revealing several rows of densely intersecting serrations.

hum!
Overwhelming negative emotions suddenly surged towards Song Changming like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing him.

The reason this fog has become distorted is because it has collected too many negative emotions from living beings.

These emotions served as the root and nourishment for the creation of an extreme intelligence distinct from ordinary spirits and monsters, which then transformed into a twisted monster.

At this moment, all the negative emotions collected by this thick fog are gathered together and released with astonishing power.

Even Song Changming's powerful soul was shaken by this negative emotion, causing his Nether Sea to tremble violently, and the Witch God Soul, which sat firmly on the divine level, also swayed.

Thanks to the power of the Witch God's Soul, Song Changming's soul has always been incredibly well protected and rarely shaken, preventing his mind from wavering.

But this time, negative emotions poured into his dark sea like a mountain of garbage.

Even Song Changming was momentarily dazed, feeling his mind in disarray and his negative emotions amplified.

Irritability, rage, madness, murderous intent.
Reason was suppressed for a moment, and a long-lost sense of loss of control reappeared.

One of the arms suddenly stretched like rubber and grabbed at Song Changming.

At the critical moment, Song Changming managed to calm himself down and react. The long arm failed to grab him and instead sent him flying.

"The force was immense." Song Changming felt numbness on the side of his body that had been hit, and his shoulder and arm felt like they were about to dislocate.

He knew that this was not the power that an ordinary mist spirit should possess.

Even the most powerful spirits and monsters in the true immortal realms cannot possess such might.

"This power could only be possessed by someone at the Celestial Immortal level!"

When Song Changming landed, the injured half of his body had already corrected itself.

Looking around, Penglai Sea was nowhere to be seen, and he had no idea where he was.

"A mutated mist spirit of the Celestial Immortal level, with such strength, no wonder it has been able to exist here for so long!" Song Changming thought to himself.

After this exchange, he realized that he might not be able to kill this mutated mist spirit on his own.

Without hesitation, he decisively took out an object from his person—a grayish monkey hair.

This monkey hair was given to him by Yuan Tianzun's monkey disciple during the great war between immortals and demons.

If trouble arises, Song Changming can use this to summon the Monkey Immortal.

With one more Celestial-level combatant, he refused to believe he couldn't handle the source of this mutation!
On the other side, beyond the heavens, amidst starlight, lies the Abyss Palace.

Xiao Jiu knelt in the main hall, listening to the high-ranking Yuan Tianzun preach.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Jiu suddenly seemed to sense something and touched his monkey head.

"Brother Song is in trouble." He could already sense that the monkey hair he had given him had been touched.

But the timing made it difficult for him to leave, and he was so anxious that he scratched his head in frustration.

From his high position, Yuan Tianzun naturally noticed Xiao Jiu's anxious appearance and asked calmly, "Xiao Jiu, why are you like this?"

“Heavenly Venerable, my little brother Song is in trouble. I promised him that I would help him,” Xiao Jiu said immediately, standing up.

These words also drew the attention of the other disciples.

Lu Huang and the others still remembered Song Changming, and couldn't help but look at Yuan Tianzun on the high platform.

Based on their understanding of the Celestial Venerable, they knew that the Venerable disliked disciples being distracted or inattentive during the transmission of the Dao.

Just as Lü Huang and the others were about to say a few good words for Xiao Jiu and Song Changming, Yuan Tianzun said with a calm expression, "Since you have made a promise, then go."

"Thank you, Heavenly Venerable!" Xiao Jiu immediately replied.

As he was leaving, Yuan Tianzun waved his sleeve again, and something fell into Xiao Jiu's hands.

Xiao Jiu looked closely and saw that it was a magic seal, and the profound mystery flowing on it was in harmony with the Great Dao.

His monkey eyes narrowed; he knew this was an extremely precious mystical artifact!

"Once we get there and resolve the trouble for young friend Song, we will use this seal to reopen the old path," Yuan Tianzun said slowly.

"Heavenly Venerable, what is the meaning of reopening the old path?" Xiao Jiu asked, puzzled.

“You’ll know when you get there.” Yuan Tianzun didn’t say more.

"Yes, Heavenly Venerable, this disciple is off." Xiao Jiu nodded in agreement, and without delay, he vanished from the Abyss Palace in a single flip.

“Heavenly Venerable, Xiao Jiu alone is enough to settle this matter. Why don’t you let me go as well?” Lü Huang said.

“Xiao Jiu is enough,” said Yuan Tianzun.

Seeing this, Lü Huang said no more.

In his view, Yuan Tianzun had obviously foreseen the trouble Song Changming would encounter, otherwise he would not have given away that mysterious artifact.

On the other hand, Song Changming knew that even if Xiao Jiu received the signal and agreed to come, he would still need to hold on during the time it took for him to get here from Tianwaitian.

Song Changming swung his precious fan and fanned out again.

Twelve Heavenly Gale!

A more powerful gale swept in, and due to its special attack and type advantage, the mist sprite's movements suddenly froze. All mist sprites are afraid of the wind, and this one was no exception.

Unfortunately, while the twelve layers of celestial winds unleashed by the treasure fan could restrain the mist spirit, they could not disperse it in the same way.

The Twelve Heavenly Gale is the maximum wind force that this treasure fan can generate.

He did have a top-grade magic fan that could unleash even stronger celestial winds, but unfortunately, the immortal merits he earned in the war between immortals and demons were not enough to exchange for that top-grade magic fan.

Only then did they settle for second best and choose this superior fan.

The mist spirit withstood the fierce wind and moved towards Song Changming. Song Changming had no choice but to put away his treasure fan, grab his immortal sword, and meet the attack head-on.

The star field unfolded, and all his power poured into his arms, surging with myriad dragon forces!

This is the result of his continuous refinement of the massive amount of demonic flesh and blood essence in the Qiankun Ring over the past ten years.

Now, he possesses the power of ten thousand dragons, and his physical strength has greatly improved compared to ten years ago.

Comparing the power of this celestial-level spirit, he was not at a disadvantage at all!

But this was just a pure clash of strength, and the mist spirit also possessed tens of thousands of years of cultivation. When they both unleashed their power, he was instantly no match for them.

His immortal power at the early stage of the True Immortal Realm was far weaker in comparison.

Once Song Changming realized this, he repeatedly avoided direct confrontation and used his knife to deflect the opponent's attacks.

His swordsmanship, possessing the golden characteristics of a born sword saint, has reached the Immortal level in the past ten years.

This made each of his strikes as powerful as a divine technique, its exquisite skill unmatched by any other swordsmanship in the mortal world.

When he tries to parry with his sword, it provides impenetrable protection.

Even if the opponent is incredibly strong and has tens of thousands of years of cultivation far surpassing him, he can still skillfully parry using his own swordsmanship. Even if he cannot win, he will hardly be defeated!
If he had possessed the same swordsmanship as he does today when fighting the White Bone Demoness during the great war between immortals and demons, he wouldn't have suffered such a crushing defeat.

Born a swordsman!
Only after he embarked on the path of immortality did the true power of this golden, supreme characteristic become apparent!
He parried continuously, dodged, and leaped through the air.

Although the mist spirit's body stretched and contracted like a rubber man, it couldn't catch Song Changming and give him a chance to seriously injure him.

Instead, Song Changming seized the fleeting opportunity and suddenly summoned the Witch King Seal, exhaling a gust of deathly wind.

The Death Wind is not as fierce and domineering as the Heavenly Wind, but it has an exaggerated destructive power that silently annihilates everything.

An ordinary celestial being might be able to withstand his Death Wind, but the mist spirit before him was naturally afraid of the wind, so it was uncertain.

Furthermore, mist essence also has its shortcomings.

Although it possesses profound Taoist cultivation and power comparable to celestial beings and spirits, it is ignorant of magic and has no supernatural abilities, which is a major reason why Song Changming has been able to fight it until now.

He doesn't understand combat techniques and only knows how to fight recklessly. At most, he can only unleash six or seven tenths of his combat power, which is not enough to reach the level of a true Celestial Immortal.

In the blink of an eye, one of the mist spirit's hands was annihilated by Song Changming's Deathly Wind.

Song Changming felt this was an excellent opportunity to pursue and expand his gains, so he immediately threw the Immortal Blade and clapped his hands together.

His immortal power surged rapidly.

The next moment, he turned around and transformed into a three-headed, six-armed figure.

Each of its six hands wields a celestial sword, and its three heads are formed by spitting out elemental spirit seeds from its body, which imbue the celestial swords with their attributes.

It transforms into fire blades, wind blades, thunder blades, water blades, gold blades, and earth blades.

Over the past decade, not only has his swordsmanship progressed rapidly, but he has also mastered the supernatural ability of having three heads and six arms.

This is the first time I've been put into real combat.

With a swift movement, Song Changming launched an attack on the mist spirit.

The Three Heads and Six Arms supernatural power is a trump card in close combat, which can greatly enhance close combat strength.

If used properly, it can more than double the user's combat power!
Unfortunately, Song Changming has not yet mastered this supernatural power. Since he has only just begun to understand it, he naturally cannot unleash its full potential.

Even so, this supernatural ability still greatly enhances Song Changming's combat power.

In an instant, Song Changming closed in on the mist spirit, manipulating the six swords in his hands. His immortal power surged, and he moved at high speed like a spinning top, unleashing a continuous barrage of attacks.

With all his might, he was finally able to cut into the opponent's body.

The mist spirit, who already had one arm missing, suddenly had many cuts on her body.

The fog surged, trying to repair itself, but Song Changming's offensive became even more ferocious, giving no chance to catch its breath or adjust.

Soon, the mist spirit's body was like a tattered rag bag, as if it had been cut into pieces from head to toe.

Normally speaking, an ordinary living being, even a fairy, would have died long ago after being stabbed so many times by him.

But the mist spirit remained lively and showed no signs of collapsing.

Song Changming knew that he had not hurt his vitals.

He deduced that it was most likely the red bead.

However, the other party was also doing their best to protect the red pearl, making it impossible for him to hit it.

The few times it managed to shatter the opponent and reveal the red beads, the beads would instantly escape to other parts of the mist spirit's body.

Clearly, the red bead could move freely and at high speed within the mist spirit's body, used to evade his attacks.

Seeing that the other party's severed arm was about to regenerate, Song Changming couldn't help but exhale another breath of Death Sleep Wind.

Unfortunately, the opponent was also wary of his Death Sleep Wind, and this time it missed, as the mist spirit dodged it.

Song Changming simply put away the immortal sword in one hand and replaced it with the treasure fan, continuously fanning the Heavenly Gale to delay and restrain the mist spirit.

Compared to constantly blowing the Sleeping Wind, this fan is obviously much less consuming.

If there are more powerful magical treasures in the future, he will be able to wield many of them at the same time and use them all at once.

This is also a major advantage of having many arms and heads.

With the addition of the more restrained Treasure Fan, the relentless sweeping Heavenly Wind, and Song Changming's five Immortal Blades, the Mist Spirit was indeed struggling to cope.

As the form of the mist spirit became increasingly difficult to piece together, the red beads that had been hiding and lurking appeared more and more frequently.

Finally, the red bead could no longer bear it and burst forth with countless red threads.

These red threads instantly touched every corner of the mist spirit's body, reconstructing a new shell for it and adding many more blood-red patterns to the original structure.

At this moment, the mist spirit's appearance began to twist and become ferocious, no longer resembling a human.

“There’s a second form.” Song Changming sighed inwardly.

Even when he was fighting the first form of the mist spirit with all his might, it was so difficult. This second form, which seemed to be reborn, made him feel a sense of insurmountable power.

Most importantly, by this point in the battle, he was already extremely exhausted.

Whether it's the Witch King's Seal Death Wind that he used multiple times, or the Three Heads and Six Arms supernatural ability, they are all skills that consume a huge amount of energy. They are only at the beginner stage and cannot be maintained for very long.

Fortunately, at that moment, the help he had found arrived.

(End of this chapter)