The Eternal Calamity of the Heaven-shading

Chapter 71: The Immortal Taoist
In the immortal tomb,

"when!"

Chen Wu and the Lord of the Immortal Tomb fought fiercely, and they fought each other for countless rounds.

As the immortal sword collided head-on, blood began to appear on his fist, revealing his white bones and blood splattering.

However, the master of the Immortal Tomb was not feeling well either. The Immortal Sword itself was also wailing, and a terrifying force rebounded upon him, causing him to spit out blood.

"Come again!"

Chen Wu roared, his jet-black hair flying, his blood boiling, and he became more and more courageous as the battle went on, with his momentum as high as a rainbow.

After all, the immortal corpse is not the original body of the owner of the immortal tomb. Even if he sacrificed the elixir of immortality and temporarily merged with his soul, under Chen Wu's continuous attacks, a flaw eventually appeared.

Chen Wu was waiting for this moment. His hands quickly formed the word "reverse" and the word "chaos".

Reverse chaos,
A strange wave came over, which could interfere with all tangible substances and intangible principles, and was also effective against the fusion of the soul and the body.

"It's useless. Do you think I'm not prepared?"

"I have a sword, I dare to ask for immortality!"

The Lord of the Immortal Tomb roared and slashed with a sword with murderous intent.

In an instant, the entire world turned into a Shura field, with endless skeletons of living creatures emerging and mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Qingyu had used this trick when he was hunting down Daode, and it was later imitated by Wu Wen.

Now it seems that this is a forbidden technique created by the Lord of the Immortal Tomb. There is no doubt that this old guy was also a killer when he was young.

Chi!
The area between Chen Wu's eyebrows was glowing, and a completely different kind of sword intent was blooming, with a clanging sound.

To the astonishment of the Lord of the Immortal Tomb, countless sword energies gushed out from Chen Wu's limbs, from his torso, and from every inch of his pores.

Sword energy was everywhere, filling the sky. One sword beam after another crossed the sky, cutting the void apart, dazzlingly beautiful.

"Qiang!"

Two completely different sword energies attacked each other, and the sound was deafening. In addition to the clanging of swords, there was also the collision of extremely powerful magic powers, which erupted with unparalleled fluctuations.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Seeing the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the Shura Field being wiped out bit by bit, the Lord of the Immortal Tomb could not believe that he was being suppressed in the field of swordsmanship that he was most proud of.

In response, Chen Wu said coldly: "The cause in the past is the result today."

The sword intent became even more terrifying, moving according to his will, evolving into unparalleled killing power.

Endless sword energy enveloped the sky, and the light of killing was overwhelming and everywhere.

The master of the immortal tomb wanted to resist, but suddenly found that the immortal corpse began to lose control. It was faintly rejecting his soul, and then looked at Chen Wu in horror.

The reverse chaos is actually always running.
At the moment when the master of the immortal tomb was shocked by the grass sword technique, his connection with the immortal corpse was successfully disrupted.

"I haven't had such a great time fighting for a long time. It's time to end it!" Chen Wu said softly.

In his hand, a stunning fairy light had been brewing for a long time, like a big sun, emitting billions of rays of light, dazzling to the extreme.

In the pupils of the Lord of the Immortal Tomb, the immortal light became brighter and brighter until it became eternal.

……

"boom!"

After the last blow, the brilliant light disappeared, the immortal tomb collapsed, and it was devastated, as if it had experienced a catastrophe.

The soul of the Lord of the Immortal Tomb was knocked out. His original body had long since dissipated, and at this moment even his soul began to turn into rain of light.

"You win, Eternal Tribulation, cough cough!"

The master of the Immortal Tomb was laughing miserably with a bleak look in his eyes.

Chen Wu ignored him and directly collected the incomplete immortal corpse. He also did not let go of the bronze immortal palace and the immortal sword. These two immortal artifacts were originally defective, and after the great battle, they were in a broken state.

As he looked, Chen Wu suddenly remembered something and walked straight to a large tomb in the corner.

Here there is a little purple unicorn and a tall sacred laurel tree. Every leaf is crystal clear and exudes a rich breath of life.

Seeing Chen Wu approaching, the little purple Qilin shrank into a ball, exposing its thick roots. It seemed that something was wrong and it was ready to run away immediately.

The sacred laurel tree is in full bloom with osmanthus flowers, and wisps of lunar light fall naturally, with a pleasant fragrance.

A faint mental wave came over, asking Chen Wu to let them go.

This battle frightened the two immortal medicines. They thought that Chen Wu was going to imitate the master of the immortal tomb, but they couldn't escape.

"Come with me!" Chen Wu said softly.

As the words fell, the two elixirs suddenly stopped for a moment, and then a wave of joyful spirit came over.

Naturally, they would be more than happy to be protected by a strong man like Chen Wu.

"Alas, it's a pity for that fairy apricot tree." Chen Wu sighed lightly, then turned and walked towards the owner of the fairy tomb.

……

"Father!"

At this moment, beside the master of the Immortal Tomb, a young man was crying quietly with tears in his eyes.

It was Qingyu. The master of the Immortal Tomb released him from the divine source and wanted to say his final farewell.

"Why are you crying? Cheer up. As my descendant, how can you act like a little girl?"

The Lord of the Immortal Tomb had a stern look on his face. He wanted to reach out and touch Qingyu's face, but he was too weak to do so. His palm was slowly turning into rain of light.

An aura of supreme enlightenment enveloped the place, and Qingyu began to cry loudly, tears streaming down like rain.

If there were any cultivators here, they would definitely doubt their own eyes. This cold-blooded and ruthless god of death would actually have such a fragile side.

Seeing that it had no effect, the Immortal Tomb Master said in a deep voice: "Qingyu, answer me, what did I tell you at the beginning?"

At this moment, the Lord of the Immortal Tomb no longer seemed to be the forbidden area supreme being that the world was afraid of, but a strict father who was testing whether his son had listened to his teachings.

Hearing this, Qingyu wiped her tears and sobbed, "All things in the world are born... and all will die... Death is the law of heaven and earth, and it is natural... Why should we be so sad?"

"Then what is the purpose of our practice?"

"Oh, yes...it's for immortality." Qingyu was crying uncontrollably.

"Very good. This is the future I am optimistic about. Your father was not as skilled as others and was defeated by time. This is my fate. Now, I want you to cut off all your weaknesses, follow my will, and strive to survive."

The Lord of the Immortal Tomb nodded, put away all his severity, and his eyes were filled with kindness.

His soul continued to turn into rain of light and dissipated, and finally only his head was left.

"Father!"

Qingyu cried even louder.

It is midsummer now and late autumn then, the flowers bloom and fall, just like the sky.

After reincarnation, the once supreme and majestic figure will also have this day. What is the meaning of the immortality he has been pursuing so hard?

At this moment, Qingyu felt confused and at a loss.

"Draw your sword and tell me what it is called?"

Qingyu cried loudly, "The Sword of Eternal Life."

"Very good. When I am gone, this will be your only support. I will not leave you anything else. You have to fight for everything on your own. You must kill everything in order to achieve immortality."

The Lord of the Immortal Tomb suddenly raised his voice, his cheekbones glowing brightly, as if it was his last words.

"No!"

Tears blurred Qingyu's eyes. He instinctively wanted to reach out and grab it, but suddenly fell to the ground and fell unconscious.

……

"Are you done?"

At this moment, Chen Wu, who was watching from the side, suddenly spoke, interrupting the sad atmosphere.

The master of the immortal tomb has not yet completely transformed into Taoism, and there is still a last bit of light rain remaining.

"Thank you, Taoist Yongjie, for giving me this opportunity. Qingyu... ahem, I modified his memory. There will be no Qingyu anymore. The new one is just Taoist Changsheng. I promise that he won't cause trouble for you. I hope you can spare his life."

At this moment, the master of the Immortal Tomb seemed to be praying, and his voice was extremely weak.

"The Taoist of Immortality?"

Chen Wu recited this Taoist name, but the indifference in his eyes did not dissipate at all.

"I have a disciple whose mother passed away for some reason. As a result, my disciple has become a different person. Tell me, who should I look for to settle this account?"

Regardless of whether he is the future Eternal Lord or not, once Chen Wu is confirmed to be an enemy, he will show no mercy.

"Fellow Daoist, didn't that woman go astray on her own?"

The eyes of the Immortal Tomb Master suddenly became bright and dazzling.
"Fellow Daoist Yongjie, let's make one last deal. I'll leave all my insights to you. Please let Qingyu go. He poses no threat. If Qingyu violates my restrictions, you can kill him at any time."

Then, before Chen Wu could refuse, a trace of spiritual insight came over.

After doing all this, the Lord of the Immortal Tomb took a last reluctant look at Qingyu. He could not hold on any longer and had truly reached the end.

The last drop of light rain danced and jumped, then disappeared into the void.

The master of the immortal tomb died of enlightenment.

(End of this chapter)