This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 285: Heaven and Earth Transformed into Armor! The Sky Sends Murder!
boom!
The black dragon swallowed the master of the Tianqian Sword, and exploded section by section starting from the dragon's head. Each explosion was accompanied by a huge roar.

The dark clouds are like tides and the thunder is like anger.

The sword master of Tianqian Sword retreated again and again. He was facing dark clouds and thunder and lightning. Under the horrific bombardment, he coughed up blood. Every time he took a step back, his body trembled and his face became paler.

"The 'Heavenly Controlling Dragon Technique' of the Xiao Clan in Shendu. You are quite capable to have dug out this technique."

The face of the Heavenly Sword Master was pale, without a trace of blood. He sneered and said, "It's a pity that you are a latecomer. You don't have the basic skills and can't condense the 'Armor of Heaven and Earth'. Your arm was injured by my sword and your horizontal training skills were broken. Even if you have some tricks, you are no match for me."

"My Soul Guardian sect is not short of unconventional methods!"

Feng Jiahe shook his arm, which was bruised so badly that the bones were visible, and was shocked to find that the demonic energy around him was even stronger, with a faint sense of decay and decay, which made him feel quite uneasy.

There was no time to think, just to end the battle quickly, so he raised his other arm and used the same trick again, turning his fist into a sword, and the black cloud surged again.

The thunder roared down like an angry dragon, heading straight for the Master of the Tianqian Sword.

"You are so brave, why not help me?"

The face of the Tianqian Sword Master changed, and he raised his sword to block. The sword energy condensed on the sword tip, turning into a dazzling sword light, which collided head-on with the Ink Thunder.

boom! boom! boom!
The sword light and thunder intertwined, bursting out with dazzling light.

The result of the battle was exactly the same. The master of Tianqian Sword broke Feng Jiahe's left arm with one sword, leaving a sword mark deep enough to see the bone. He was then swallowed by the black dragon and exploded into dust with a loud bang.

Feng Jiahe's arms were injured and drooped. Because the sword intent remained and pointed directly at his soul, the injured arms were difficult to recover.

The Lord of Tianqian Sword was not much better off. He was hit by two powerful attacks in a row, and his body was injured and his soul was in trouble. Judging from his injuries, they were more serious than Feng Jiahe's.

But he exchanged his injury for Feng Jiahe's two arms. He suffered a disadvantage for a while, but then he took advantage and secured the victory.

Clang!
Under the shattered starry sky, there was first a brilliant sword glow, and then the sound of swords came slowly.

The master of Tianqian Sword swept the rain curtain against the current with his sword, and the boundless sharp edge radiated and scattered in all directions, clearing everything and cutting through it. The rain curtain continued to drop, and when it reached the middle of the sky, it suddenly became as big as a mountain.

Feng Jiahe let out a low dragon roar, gathering strength to the point of ninety-five, like a flying dragon in the sky, rolling black clouds pulling open the curtain of the sky, accompanied by roars of thunder, taking on all the unparalleled sharp edges.

"sucker Punch!"

The master of Tianqian Sword let out a low roar, and he and the sword became one, transforming into a dazzling stream of light that pierced straight into the dark sky.

Hundreds of huge sword phantoms gathered around him, and the sword energy was running wild, cutting through the dark sky, breaking through the roars of thunder, and pressing towards Feng Jiahe.

It was so sharp that just one look at it would cause a stabbing pain in the soul. If one resisted with a flesh and blood body, he would surely die heroically on the spot.

Feng Jiahe's face was solemn. He took out a small bell from his arms and raised it into the air. The golden bell swelled in the wind, and layers of golden light hung down like curtains and lotus flowers fell, protecting his body from being hurt by the sword energy.

His arms were injured and he had difficulty moving. He was at the end of his strength and could only rely on magic weapons to protect himself.

"You dare to show off your power in front of me with a borrowed magic weapon!"

The Heavenly Sword Master was relieved. The evaluation of the Soul Guardians in the Tongyou period was always average. They would be timid when encountering enemies and rarely fought head-on. Even if they did fight against enemies, they would borrow their magic skills and magic weapons. It was ok to bully the weak, but fighting against cultivators of the same level would only make them a laughing stock.

He could tell at a glance that the golden bell was not Feng Jiahe's magic weapon for cultivating both body and soul, but should be a relic stolen from the gate of a Buddhist temple.

Xiao Doyle, it can be broken with one sword!
Buzz buzz————

The master of Tianqian Sword walked leisurely in the black sky, the sword light in his palm was like a waterfall, weaving in and out of the countercurrent. With a flick of his hand, hundreds of sword peaks rose from the ground, wiping away the inky clouds bit by bit, and suppressing the flying dragon in the sky, which had not yet appeared, into a latent dragon in the abyss.

Feng Jiahe kept moving, flashing and moving, intending to break through the net laid by the sword light, but due to the weakness of his arms, he could only hide on the ground, relying on the golden bell to protect himself.

"Break your golden bell and take your life!"

The Master of Tianqian Sword noticed that the demonic energy around him was gradually boiling over, and realized that Feng Jiahe was stalling for time. Fearing that Feng Jiahe would gain momentum, he gritted his teeth and rushed towards the Golden Bell with his sword.

Hundreds of sword lights whizzed over, the sword light was as powerful as a god, cutting through the air like cutting paper, destroying the golden lotus and destroying this protective magic weapon head-on.

The moment the golden bell shattered, an unparalleled sharp edge approached Feng Jiahe. The latter let out a low shout, and with strength drawn out from somewhere, he raised his arms, and his right fist split the layers of sword light ripples, wrapped in black clouds and thunder, and blasted towards the face of Tianqian Sword Master.

As the fist approached, the airflow suddenly exploded with wind pressure, making it difficult for Tianqian Sword Master to control the muscles on his face. His eye slits stretched, air filled his mouth, and wrinkles on his face spread out in circles.

The kendo master's demeanor is gone, but it's not a big problem, as his position as the master of facial expression is secure.

The long sword in the hand of Tianqian Sword Master has reached Feng Jiahe's chest. He thinks that in exchange for injury, he can seriously injure him with one sword.

Not a loss!

Can be changed!

Just as he firmly handed out the sword, Feng Jiahe's body shook, ink and clouds rolled on his body, and the black dragon shadow turned into armor, wrapping his whole body. His two severely injured arms were also tightly wrapped by the black armor, and the strength flowed through his whole body, as if he had never been injured.

The dragon roars loudly, the energy reaches nine five, and the dragon flies in the sky!

Heaven and earth transformed into armor!

Murderous intent!
The pupils of Tianqian Sword Master suddenly shrank, and he was horrified. He never expected that Feng Jiahe, who came from the Shouling Sect, could practice the "Heaven-controlling Dragon Art" to such a level.

This technique is the unique skill of the Xiao family in Shendu. Only the direct bloodline can practice it. Obviously, the Xiao family's own Tongyou period...

Wait, this old man is not from the Soul Guarding Sect, he is the Grandmaster of the Xiao family's Tongyou period.

The master of Tianqian Sword wanted to know the key, and a chill suddenly rose in his heart, but he used all his strength to attack the sword, and lost the opportunity to retract the sword to block. He could only watch as the long sword in his hand hit Feng Jiahe's chest armor, and penetrated halfway and could not move forward an inch.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Jiahe's fist was in front of him, wrapped in black clouds and thunder, and smashed down with a bang.

boom!
A terrifying force exploded in an instant, and the head of the Tianqian Sword Master was sunken. He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. His face was covered in blood and flesh. The force ran through his whole body. Splashes of blood exploded on his body, and blood fell like rain.

Feng Jiahe took advantage of the victory and pursued, his feet flying in the air, and in an instant he jumped in front of the Lord of Tianqian Sword.

The black dragon turns black, and murderous intent comes again.

In an instant, the black dragon roared, black clouds rolled, fist shadows continued, and the air flow exploded wave after wave, hitting the Tianqian Sword Master so hard that his chest was sunken, his limbs were twisted, and his breath instantly weakened.

boom!
A black dragon that was more than ten times larger than the previous one roared out from the black cloud, opened its huge mouth, and swallowed the Master of Tianqian Sword into its stomach in one gulp.

The black dragon's body exploded nine times. The black dragon pressed down the master of Tianqian Sword and smashed heavily to the ground with a loud bang, stirring up dust all over the sky.

After one move, he lost every step. The whole game was lost. The master of Tianqian Sword lay in a deep pit, his head shattered, his limbs missing, and only a broken torso remained.

I feel very happy.

Feng Jiahe landed on the ground with both feet, picked up the magic sword dropped by the Lord of Tianqian Sword, dispersed the armor of heaven and earth, bit his tongue, spurted out a mouthful of blood, muttered something in his mouth, and polluted the treasure with a secret method, making its divine light dim, and it no longer had the power to cut through everything.

This sword is a possession of the Tianqian Sword Master for both his life and death cultivation. If it is taken back, it may still be possible to nourish and repair it.

But obviously, Feng Jiahe would not give him this opportunity. Regardless of the risk of damaging his soul, he forcibly broke the restriction of the magic weapon, erased the imprint of the soul of the Tianqian Sword Master, and then put it into the Qiankun Treasure Ring.

The master of Tianqian Sword was already seriously injured, and his magic weapon was taken away from him. His breath became even weaker, and the last bit of strength he had to resist was gone.

Feng Jiahe punched him down with one punch, breaking his body into pieces, repeating this several times, until his breath was dissipated and he was no longer in human form.

It was not until then that he slowly picked up the ring on the ground, broke the restriction, and took out the mark of the head of the Feng family.

"You, you... are not from the Soul Guarding Sect..." The Lord of Tianqian Sword spoke weakly, his voice intermittent.

"I have never said that I was born in the Soul Guardian Sect, nor have I ever admitted it. You are just self-righteous and wishful thinking."

Feng Jiahe narrowed his eyes slightly. He just didn't refute. He took advantage of the arrogance and vanity of Tianqian Sword Master and set up the situation step by step.

You're working in the fields, but you're still acting like a master. You're noble and great. If I don't plot against you, who should I plot against?
Upon hearing this, the Master of Tianqian Sword felt remorseful and unwilling, but was too weak to say anything else.

It is difficult to kill the body and soul of a master in the Tongyou period. Feng Jiahe has no other good solution, so he took out a blood-red seed and threw it on the chest of Tianqian Sword Master.

As soon as the seed came into contact with flesh and blood, it began to absorb life force madly, quickly taking root and sprouting, and growing into an enchanting red spider lily.

The petals were blood red and gorgeous, but the stamens were pitch black, emitting a strange light, which looked ominous, as if it was a taboo on life.

On the other side of the underworld, flowers bloom and life falls!

For every flower that blooms, a life withers.

The life force of the Tianqian Sword Master was rapidly decreasing, and within a few breaths, his body turned into white ashes.

His soul was extremely weak and had nowhere to rely on, so he went straight to two Jindan-stage cultivators from his family, trying to seek shelter.

It could also be a case of possession!

When he was halfway in the air, Feng Jiahe sneered, raised his hand and threw a punch with murderous intent. The wind from his fist, carrying the power of the black dragon, instantly blasted the soul of the Tianqian Sword Master into thin air.

Only then did Feng Jiahe pull his hand away to cover the sword wound on his chest. His arms were injured, his chest and clothes were stained with blood, the remaining sword force was like a ulcer attached to the bone, difficult to remove, and his soul was seriously injured, so he ended up with a tragic victory.

"If I were not worried about the power of your magic energy and treasure, I would not risk my life to exchange injuries..."

Noticing that the evil energy around him was slowly dissipating, Feng Jiahe felt relieved. His tone was a little tired. Thinking of Feng Wenshu who made him quite uneasy, he turned around and looked at him.

At this time, Xiang Yuan was already standing with Wang Mifeng and Wang Yunxi, waving the Rouge Sword in his hand and shouting to boost morale: "The old man is seriously injured and can't be cured. The three of us can join forces to take his life and avenge Senior Wang's Sword Master!"

General effect.

Wang Yunxi's face was pale, and her eyes were full of confusion. Wang Mifeng was even more disheartened and his expression was dull.

The Wang family had been in decline for many years and finally welcomed a master of the Tongyou period to take charge. However, within a moment, the man was gone. It was a heavy blow that the two of them found hard to accept and their mentality collapsed.

Seeing that his two teammates didn't say anything, Xiang Yuan also shut up.

This kid is so loud and bragging, he must have a trump card!
Feng Jiahe simply treated his injuries, picked up the demon flower from the other shore and put it into the Qiankun Ring. Out of caution, he did not let Xiang Yuan cut his neck and bleed, and hand over the blood of the Feng family's ancestral lineage.

The blood of Feng's descendants is not a precious treasure, he had prepared it long ago.

Feng Jiahe was not from the Soul Guarding Sect, but he would occasionally use the name of the Soul Guarding Sect to do some tomb-robbing business. He knew very well that the ancestral lands of large families all had mechanisms that could only be activated by blood, so he made backup plans in advance.

The original plan was to protect Feng Wenshu in front of him, and he would follow behind to pick up the ready-made ones.

Plans are not as fast as changes. Feng Wenshu is too shrewd and cautious, and he has a trump card in his hand, so he can only do it himself.

"Xiao San, keep an eye on those two and don't let them cause any trouble. When I take the opportunity from the Feng family, you and I, the two generations of family heads, will watch together."

'Feng Jiahe' was extremely thick-skinned. Even though his identity was exposed, he pretended nothing had happened. He tried to sow discord, but when he saw that the Wang family and the other two had lost their minds, he felt quite regretful for a moment.

How nice it would be if we could fight!

Although I didn't expect these two people to defeat Feng Wenshu, it's always good to use up some energy.

It would be even better if we could force Feng Wenshu to reveal his true colors.

Feng Jiahe dragged his wounded body up and landed on the altar while keeping alert. Seeing Xiang Yuan motionless, he still did not dare to let his guard down. He took out the patriarch's seal and a bottle of blood, and carefully took the seat.

He placed the Patriarch's Seal into the groove in the center of the altar, and poured blood into the gaps in the runes around the groove. The blood flowed along the runes, gradually lighting up the entire altar.

As the spiritual light flowed, the altar slowly started up, emitting a low roar.

Rumble!
The ground behind the altar slowly sank, and the nameless formation began to rotate. A broad stone throne emerged, and on the throne sat a dried corpse that had been weathered for who knows how many years.

Although the mummy has decayed, it still maintains a majestic sitting posture, with a pearl in its mouth and an ancient treasure box in both hands. It should be the head of the Feng family who built this place.

Feng Jiahe endured the injury and walked quickly towards the throne. He sensed the sword intent attacking from behind and was prepared. He turned around and delivered a powerful punch.

"Xiao San, do you still want to kill your father?"

The black dragon turned into ink, and the shadow tumbled. It started with murderous intent, wanting to kill with one blow.

"You shameless old thief, stay away from my Feng family's secret treasure!"

Xiang Yuan walked forward with the sword in hand, the tattoo on the scabbard on the back of his hand flashing with a faint light. He didn't care who the real identity of 'Feng Jiahe' was. As the head of the Feng family, it was his duty to protect the family heirloom.

Even if it costs my life today, I will kill this thief who pretends to be Feng with my sword!

The two men's swords and fists collided, and their energy exploded. At this moment, something strange happened.

The pearl in the mummy's mouth suddenly emitted a dazzling light. In the light, an illusory figure slowly emerged and grew to three meters in height. The figure was dressed in a simple long robe and had a dignified face. It was the residual soul of the head of the Feng family.

"Future generations, if they get the chance, should be tested."

The remnant soul's voice was low, but it carried unquestionable majesty, and his eyes looked down. The terrifying sense of oppression made Xiang Yuan immediately retract his sword, and he stood there with a simple and honest look on his face.

Feng Jiahe also hurriedly put away his fist, put on a kind smile on his face, lowered his eyebrows, bent over and clasped his hands, the wrinkles on his forehead were squeezed into a ball, making him look particularly honest.

"Who among you are the descendants of the Feng family?" the remnant soul asked coldly.

"..."

Wait a minute, this rhythm doesn’t seem like a test of imparting opportunities!
Xiang Yuan's heart tightened, and he inexplicably thought of the little moral concept. At that time, the hard drive master was rubbing his hands, with a hearty smile, clamoring to merge with him.

The pictures are so similar!

This was not the first time Xiang Yuan had been possessed by someone else, so he was very experienced. He immediately pointed at Feng Jiahe and said, "It's him. His name is Feng Jiahe, and he is the current head of the Feng family."

"It's him. His name is Feng Wenshu, and he's the current head of the Feng family!"

Almost at the same time, Feng Jiahe put his fingers together to form a sword and pointed it at Xiang Yuan.

"..." x2
Shameless little thief!
Shameless old thief!
Xiang Yuan was so angry that his nose was crooked. He had seen all kinds of underworld scenes. The shameless man just called himself "Feng Jiahe", but when he saw that something was wrong, he immediately changed his words and cut ties.

Bah, Li Xianyuan had never seen such a shameless person!
The remnant soul's eyes were like lightning, sweeping over the two people, and said coldly: "You are blaming each other, which is quite clever. Well, whether it is true or not, I will verify it and then I will know."

Before he finished speaking, the remnant soul gathered into a line and crashed straight into Feng Jiahe, who was the closest to him. The latter's body shook, and his whole body was wrapped in armor of heaven and earth. The shadow of a black dragon tumbled around him, trying to resist the invasion of the remnant soul.

The light of the residual soul was like entering an empty space, easily penetrating the armor of heaven and earth and entering Feng Jiahe's body.

It’s just to avoid loneliness.

"what---"

Feng Jiahe screamed miserably. His soul suffered severe damage in the process of taking over another body. His black armor collapsed, blood oozed from his mouth, nose, ears and eyes, and he stumbled to the ground.

"It's not you!"

The remaining soul left Feng Jiahe in disappointment and ran away.

Xiang Yuan said nothing, holding the scabbard in front of him to protect himself, and at the same time waved his hand to slash the Rouge Sword. The sword tip tore through the void, summoning the crimson universe to wrap himself in it.

The demonic energy was surging, deep red like blood. Everything around was dilapidated and decayed, completely obscuring Xiang Yuan's figure.

The remaining soul was submerged in the evil energy, and just a touch of it was like being struck by lightning, and it retreated in panic.

He was quite afraid of the evil spirit, so he didn't say much. He looked for a new buyer and ran towards Wang Mifeng who was standing there in a daze.

Wang Mifeng was still in a daze. He realized the crisis and hurriedly drew out his magic sword and released divine light to protect himself. Even Feng Jiahe, who was in the Tongyou period, could not defend himself, let alone him. The sword light defense was like paper in front of the remnant soul and was easily broken.

The original spirit was no match for the remnant soul that took over the body and collapsed. He was killed instantly when they met, spitting out blood and died with a scream.

"It's not you!"

The remnant soul escaped again, and his voice was already a little anxious. He had been sealed for many years, and finally managed to break the seal and escape to see the light of day again. If he could not succeed in taking over another body, his soul would dissipate and be completely annihilated between heaven and earth.

The remnant soul did not stop, turned into a ray of light, and sank into the body of the stunned Wang Yunxi.

Wang Yunxi's mouth and nose were bleeding, her pretty face was twisted into a ball, and her body was shaking violently. It was obvious that she was also suffering from the pain of being possessed by another body.

Logically speaking, with such a beautiful face and no choice, the remnant soul should have been wronged and made a decision that went against his ancestors. However, in principle, it was not possible, and the possession failed again.

Wang Yunxi's soul was even more fragile than Wang Mifeng's. It only lasted for a few breaths before completely collapsing.

"It's not you!"

The voice of the remnant soul was filled with despair, and the light was dim like a candle in the wind. Unwilling to wait for death, he roared and rushed towards Xiang Yuan: "Descendants of the Feng family, offer your bodies to the ancestor and help me return to the world!"

This time, the remnant soul ignored the erosion of demonic energy and its own corruption, and ignoring the loss, passed through the demonic energy barrier and sank into Xiang Yuan's eyebrows.

What comes into view is the vast starry sky and the black and white fish swimming around, just like the intersection of yin and yang, endless life.

The two fish, one black and one white, chased each other, yet depended on each other, just like living creatures playing and fighting.

"What is this?"

The black and white fish seemed to hear the doubtful voice of the remnant soul, and suddenly stopped spinning, turning into black and white blades, and turned towards the remnant soul.

"..."

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