Under One Person, Golden Light Transforms into God

Jiang Fan could not accept such a thing.

Those who walk the path of proving truth are indeed all difficult to associate with!

Jiang Fan felt heavy-hearted. He had every reason to believe that Zhang Huaidan, like him, was some kind of hidden monster.

And this old monster is much more cunning than him!
It's hateful that he was prejudiced from the start and fell into the trap set by that cunning old monster Zhang Huaidan!

Zhang Huaidan did not answer, feeling a sense of comfort throughout his body.

Nowadays, there aren't many people in the world who can withstand three or two punches and kicks from him.

As someone who has also condensed a Dharma body, Jiang Fan's direct abilities are far inferior to his, but it is impossible for him to easily defeat him.

As one of the paths to immortality, achieving sainthood through physical body cultivation is known for its powerful vitality.

At this moment, Jiang Fan had a bruised and swollen face and was spitting blood. He looked disheveled, but in reality, he was not seriously injured and it was just a minor injury.

Unless you stand still and let him beat you for an hour or two, there's no way you can turn him to ashes.

With a slight frown, he glanced discreetly at the mouthful of blood on the ground, and wisps of yin energy dissipated, instantly increasing the concentration of yin energy in the underground palace several times higher.

Zhang Huairan seemed to be deep in thought.

At that moment, a cry of surprise rang out!
Immediately following was a loud shout: "Master, don't worry about us!"

Turning around abruptly, they saw that the zombies in the underground palace, controlled by Jiang Fan, were attacking Hei Guan'er, Lin Zheng, and the others.

The combined attack of dozens of zombies and nine white zombies quickly put everyone in a difficult situation.

If the Corpse-Suppressing Compass hadn't still been usable, and if Ma Youcai hadn't spat out mouthfuls of pure yang blood, the group probably wouldn't have been able to hold on for more than three or five breaths.

Even so, the situation is still very critical.

This was because the jade coffin had shifted, and the yin energy gathered from the outside world was not absorbed in time, instead dissipating into the underground palace. Furthermore, the blood that Jiang Fan had just spat out helped to increase the yin energy within the underground palace exponentially.

This bit of yin energy had no effect on him, but for Lin Zheng and the others, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Under this yin energy, the effects of the corpse-suppressing compass and the pure yang blood are greatly reduced.

Having taken in everything, Zhang Huaidan glanced at it again out of the corner of his eye.

Jiang Fan had taken this opportunity to create some distance, and the bruises on his face were disappearing rapidly.

'The underground palace is my home turf after all. If he wants to help those people, he will inevitably distance himself again, and the Demon God's Golden Silk will have another chance to be used...'

Jiang Fan thought to himself, "I need to make the most of this time to recover."

At this moment, he had come to terms with reality. In his human form, his physical strength was no match for Zhang Huaidan's. Only by relying on his natal artifact, the Golden Silk of the Demon God, could he have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

……

"I can't stand it anymore!"

Black Pipe had several claw marks on its chest and was forced to retreat repeatedly by White Zombie.

"Hold on! If you can't help, that's fine, don't cause trouble for Master Huaidan!"

Lin Zheng, who was holding the Corpse-Suppressing Compass, was in no better shape. He gritted his teeth and shouted.

Liu Ping and Liu Yanyan each used their own methods to barely hold on.

'puff! '

Ma Youcai forced himself to spit out another mouthful of pure yang blood, and the Corpse-Suppressing Compass emitted a faint light, temporarily blocking the attacks of the surrounding zombies.

However, everyone's hearts sank to the bottom, because Ma Youcai was already teetering on the brink of collapse, and it was uncertain whether he could continue to force out the pure yang blood.

Ma Youcai's gaze was unfocused. Just moments ago, the group thought that Master Huaidan was bound to win, but in the blink of an eye, they were attacked by the surrounding zombies and found themselves in a dangerous situation.

Having lost too much blood, he felt dizzy and suddenly gained a deeper understanding.

Whether Master Huaidan can win or not is his business, it has nothing to do with them. These people shouldn't even be here.

Whether the corpse demon is strong or weak is not for them to judge.

Because the corpse demons don't even need to do anything; these zombies, which are like decorations in the underground palace, are enough to wipe them out completely.

Ma Youcai smiled bitterly, and in a moment of realization, he felt an aura of boundless vastness.

It was as if I were facing a towering mountain and gazing directly at the vast ocean; an indescribable sense of insignificance filled my heart.

suddenly!

Whether it was a zombie or a white zombie, it suddenly stopped moving and trembled slightly in place.

Even the omnipresent Yin energy became insignificant.

Ma Youcai suddenly snapped out of his daze and realized that both his master and the all-knowing temporary worker were staring blankly in one direction: "Master..."

That feeling of being invisible and intangible, leaving no trace, yet capable of stirring ripples in the heart, making zombies tremble, and rendering even the yin energy insignificant.

From Zhang Huaidan!
'This is impossible! '

Seeing his plans so easily ruined, Jiang Fan felt increasingly incredulous.

As a demon god, he naturally has the highest control over zombies.

Still not believing it, he hastily urged all the zombies in the underground palace to launch a fierce attack on Lin Zheng and his group.

However, his efforts had no effect!
Whether it was a zombie, a white zombie, or even the talking demon zombie, they all trembled in this eerie feeling and were unable to carry out his orders.

At that moment, Jiang Fan felt a deep sense of confusion.

He calmed down and carefully sensed the invisible things that filled the underground palace. It was no longer a feeling, but more like an atmosphere.

It was as if the surrounding environment had been forcibly changed.

Just as the ocean is the home of fish, and the sky is the home of birds.

Even the most foolish person wouldn't let fish swim in the sky or birds fly in the deep sea; it's impossible because the environments are completely different.

At this very moment, a similar change has occurred.

Jiang Fan can command his most ferocious sharks to tear apart any prey in the ocean.

But no matter how powerful a shark is, once it leaves the ocean and enters the sky, it has no use for its power!
'Absolutely impossible! Why would such a strange phenomenon occur? A Dharma Body? Ridiculous! I too am a being who has condensed a Dharma Body, why wouldn't I know about this change?'

Jiang Fan's pupils trembled slightly. The ability Zhang Huaidan was using at this moment was something he had never heard of or seen before.

Having been a being who had condensed his Dharma body for nearly a hundred years, he had never experienced such a situation in all that time.

why?
Is it simply because Zhang Huaidan is human, while he is just an anomaly?

"What did you do?"

His injuries had healed, and Jiang Fan looked calmly at Zhang Huaidan, but the slight tremor in his voice still revealed the turmoil in his heart.

Zhang Huaidan glanced at him, a slight smile playing on her lips: "What's it to you?"

The path of physical ascension to sainthood naturally wouldn't involve such a change; this ability was unique to his original path.

The balance of Yin and Yang in the body has not yet been achieved, so Qi cannot be generated. However, the practice during this period has not been in vain.

The aura it exudes is enough to intimidate some of the weak.

Jiang Fan gave him a deep look.

You'll regret talking to me like that!

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely terrifying aura erupted from Jiang Fan, seemingly dispelling the aura emanating from Zhang Huaidan. Lin Zheng and the others in the distance were terrified.

It felt like my throat and tongue had been snatched away, and I couldn't even make a sound.

Although unlike the surrounding zombies who were intimidated by Zhang Huaidan's aura, they were still trembling and their hearts were pounding.

Under such terrifying pressure, if one were to engage in combat, being able to unleash even 30% of one's strength would be considered quite good.

'As expected, it's a monster from mythology...'

Black Pipe's messy black hair trembled incessantly as he glanced down at his trembling hands.

As a bodybuilder with exceptional physical abilities, he had far greater control over his body than other types of bodybuilders. Yet, at this moment, he felt an unnatural friction between his bones, uncontrollable trembling of his tendons, and involuntary contraction of his flesh...

Although the aura emanating from the corpse demon was not as eerie and mysterious as Zhang Huaidan's, it could still easily crush these weaklings into the mud.

'Whether it's Master Huai Dan or this monster, what realm of existence are they?'

He couldn't help but think about it.

Even a mere wisp of breath could make dozens of zombies tremble and lose their fighting ability.

Just a mere aura is enough to make someone who has been tempered and refined through countless trials lose 70% of their strength out of thin air.

Even if Hei Guan'er was slow-witted, he couldn't help but ask.

Why is there such a huge gap between them? What kind of chasm lies between them?
The clarinet's thoughts were unsettled.

Lin Zheng and Liu Ping exchanged a glance, both seeing the fear in each other's eyes.

'The Demon of the Demons...'

The Shi Ba, a mythical monster, is an alien creature that emerges from human corpses.

Although it has a humanoid shape, it is not a real person, like a mushroom growing on a dead tree stump, absorbing nutrients and belonging to another species.

Jiang Fan had been communicating and fighting in human form, but neither of them had forgotten that beneath that skin was a true monster!

The two people were unable to speak, but their bodies trembled even more violently as they silently prayed.

"Master Huaidan, the terror of the Demon Bane is far beyond what words can describe. You must be careful!"

……

A terrifying aura emanated wave after wave, causing the Yin energy within the underground palace to surge wildly.

The two golden strands of hair stopped trying to attack Zhang Huaidan.

Instead, it returned to Jiang Fan.

In an instant, the terrifying aura that seemed to have reached its peak broke through its limits once again, and the invisible pressure in the underground palace almost materialized.

Lin Zheng and his group, who were far away, were the first to be hit, sweating profusely. Under the pressure of this aura, they could hardly exert even a tenth of their strength.

Even Zhang Huaidan felt a slight discomfort.

Looking up, one could see two strands of golden hair floating on Jiang Fan's forehead.

Like a dragon's whiskers.

It resembles a phoenix feather even more.

This golden silk of the demon god was originally his natal object, possessing a part of his power.

At this moment, they merged into one, and a golden glint flashed in their crimson eyes, carrying a divinity that commanded the utmost reverence from mortals.

Zhang Huaidan remained calm, but he understood the situation perfectly well.

Regardless of what kind of alien Jiang Fan was transformed from—be it a corpse, a beast, or even a stone or a plant—he ultimately condensed a physical body on the path to becoming a saint through physical means.

Once the Dharma body is formed, it transcends the mortal realm, and in the struggle between them, there is never an absolute advantage.

A golden glint flashed in his crimson eyes: "Although I don't know who you are, you have every reason to be proud that you've pushed me to this point!"

Jiang Fan no longer cared about Zhang Huaidan's background or age, but he had a hunch that this young man was probably younger than him.

On the path to immortality, the longer one immerses oneself, the more powerful one often becomes.

At this moment, the golden threads of the demon god merged into one, signifying that he would no longer conceal his true abilities!
'Whoosh! '

Its sound was like a whirlwind, and its force like a thunderclap.

The golden glint in his red eyes was like a divine sword cleaving through a sea of ​​blood!

'boom! '

Their fists and palms collided, and each of them retreated three steps. With each step, they left a footprint that cracked large sections of the underground palace's stone bricks, and the lingering tremors continued for a long time.

"You actually!"

His blood-red eyes narrowed, and a golden light flashed!
Jiang Fan looked at Zhang Huaidan, who was six steps away, and his heart was stirred once again.

He was fused with gold thread.

Even they couldn't suppress Zhang Huaidan!
You must know that he is now fully wielding the true power of the Demon God's Golden Silk!
More than a hundred years ago, he successfully broke through the barrier between heaven and man by nourishing himself with a large amount of pure yang blood, and embarked on the path of transcendence in the Dharma-ending Age.

With a treasure like the Jade Marrow Coffin on his person, he absorbed Yin energy and cultivated over the years, eventually forming a Dharma body.

However, it is extremely difficult to go any further from here.

After spending more than ten years without making any progress, he changed his approach and began to refine the two golden threads.

Given time, if he could transcend the mortal realm and trigger the Three Calamities, then these two golden threads would be his greatest asset!

In previous uses, the sharpness, eeriness, and toxicity exhibited by the gold thread were all insignificant.

The true power of gold threads lies in unleashing the immense energy accumulated over decades!
Once he merges with the golden thread, Jiang Fan's strength will instantly rise to a new level!
but……

A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes. He had clearly unleashed the power of the golden threads and improved his strength by a level, so why couldn't he suppress Zhang Huaidan?

Could it be that he is an ancient monster even older than himself?

Jiang Fan couldn't understand it, and he didn't have time to think about it any further, as Zhang Huaidan had already attacked!
……

Under the immense pressure brought by Jiang Fan's fusion with his natal golden thread, Lin Zheng and the others in the distance could barely muster even a tenth of their strength.

My heart trembled, and my eyes trembled; it was the biological instinct of a life being suppressed.

However, what everyone saw was a sense of dazzle and a spontaneous longing that overshadowed this instinct, and it wasn't just a longing for Zhang Huaidan.

Gazing at the battlefield where the two were, Black Pipe asked himself, "Too strong. How can such a being exist in this world? Is this truly a level that extraordinary beings can reach, a power they can wield?"

My emotions surged, and then I saw fists and palms clash, followed by a sharp, violent sound.

The dense yin energy inside the underground palace resembled torn cotton.

Leaving aside these people, it seems that even heaven and earth have become something that could be crushed at any moment in the cracks of their struggle.

At this time.

A burst of energy from their fight happened to strike a white zombie that was being intimidated by Zhang Huaidan's aura.

In just one second, the white zombie disintegrated into numerous irregular pieces before everyone's eyes.

The white zombie's yin energy flowed out, making the yin energy in the underground palace even heavier.

The clarinet trembled, as if it had become a part of it. (End of Chapter)