Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 535 Life hangs on a thread

The mountain forest after the rain was refreshed, the air was exceptionally fresh, and the tender leaves on the branches swayed with raindrops. Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow by, and countless branches would sway as if a downpour had begun, the sound of dripping water becoming instantly pleasant.

What was originally a beautiful landscape painting was suddenly interrupted by the roars of a ferocious tiger emanating from a nearby cave, sending chills down one's spine.

Inside the dimly lit cave, a disheveled and ugly man was gnawing on the carcass of a huge tiger-like monster.

Bright red blood formed ditches, staining the ground red.

The man opened his mouth wide and tore at the tiger demon's body like a demon. In no time, he had devoured the huge tiger demon's corpse, which was at the Foundation Establishment stage, leaving only a pile of broken bones.

If you get any closer, you can see that the man's eyes are glowing with a ghostly green light, and his face is covered with abnormally grotesque pustules.

After devouring the tiger demon, the man seemed to have finally eaten his fill. He smacked his lips, which were full of blood and flesh, turned around, and leaned lazily against the stone wall, closing his eyes.

The cave was eerily quiet; even the insects hidden underground seemed frightened and dared not make a sound.

Just then, the disheveled, ferocious-looking man suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes, which had been glowing with an eerie green light, returned to normal. He looked around with a somewhat bewildered expression, as if wondering how he had ended up there.

When his gaze settled on the gnawed remains of the tiger demon's bones, his pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had remembered something, and his expression turned extremely terrified.

"No...no." When his hand brushed past the corner of his mouth and he saw the remaining flesh and blood, he suddenly broke down and shook his head frantically.

"Ah!" The next moment, he suddenly clutched his head and screamed in pain.

"Get out! Get out of here!" The man roared in pain, like a caged beast howling, his head slamming violently against the stone wall with a thud.

His head was as tough as copper and iron; even when he used all his strength to smash against the hard stone wall, it did not suffer any damage. Instead, the stone wall was smashed into flying stone chips.

As the frequency of its impacts on the stone wall decreased, its gaze gradually returned to its eerie green color, and it even grinned, revealing a ferocious expression.

He suddenly turned his head and fixed his gaze on the cave entrance.

Suddenly, a jet of blood shot out from his mouth and reached the cave entrance in the blink of an eye. With a loud thud, it was like a giant hammer smashing into the iron disc.

A vague human-shaped silhouette flew backward from the cave entrance, smashing several trees behind it before finally coming to a stop.

The figure struck by the blood arrow and sent flying backward was none other than Song Xian.

He was draped in a white robe, which emitted a faint light that enveloped him.

This is a white robe I obtained while searching for treasure in the Ten Thousand Mountains. It not only has the effect of concealing one's figure, but is also extremely tough and can be used as a protective garment.

Upon hearing the sect's intelligence report that Wei Fan had appeared within the Tianshan territory, he left the sect to search for him. With clues provided by various eyewitnesses, he traveled all the way to the Far East Town of the Muhe Grassland and launched an almost carpet search using the Blood Soul Talisman.

The Blood Soul Talisman is a second-tier high-grade talisman. Its effect is to use fresh blood as a guide to find the target.

Wei Fan went berserk in the Tianshan region, killing dozens of cultivators in a frenzy. Not only that, he also devoured their bodies. He found their hiding place by following the bloodstains left by the victims.

He had already given up hope, but to his surprise, Wei Fan did not go far and instead hid in this remote mountain cave.

When he arrived here wearing a white invisibility cloak, he witnessed everything that had just happened inside the cave.

Although he had expected it, seeing the person in front of him devour a tiger demon like a demon, leaving only scraps and broken bones, still sent a chill down his spine.

But what happened next stirred something within him.

Perhaps the one who appeared just now was the real Wei Fan.

He originally thought Wei Fan had been completely possessed, but now it seems that this is not the case.

For some unknown reason, Wei Fan seems to have merged with the mysterious being within that spatial secret realm, with both sharing a body and vying for dominance over it.

This explains why Wei Fan reappeared in this form after disappearing for ten years.

Previously, Wei Fan himself controlled the body, but after breaking through to the Golden Core Realm, the control of the body was taken over by that demon-like being within the spatial secret realm.

Just as Song Xian was hesitating whether to take the initiative and strike, Wei Fan's body was once again under the control of the evil spirit.

Moreover, it also keenly discovered him in his concealed state.

The blood-red light shooting out of its mouth looked unremarkable, but its power was unexpectedly strong. In Song Xianzhen's eyes, this blood arrow had an attack power of 10,000 points, and its speed was extremely fast. Before he could even defend himself, the blood arrow struck his chest with a whoosh.

Despite being protected by white robes, the powerful impact still sent him flying.

Song Xian felt a surge of turmoil in his internal organs. Enduring the excruciating pain, he leaped up and retreated rapidly. He took out a fire-patterned fan, and his spiritual energy circulated within him, condensing into a fiery red circular shield around him.

Wei Fan clearly had no intention of letting him go. The moment his body flew backward, Wei Fan had already caught up with him like a shadow, spitting out another ordinary spurt of blood.

Without any sound of impact, the blood-red light struck the fiery red round shield formed by the magic weapon Fire Pattern Fan, like a heavy hammer hitting cotton.

The fiery red round shield was visibly twisted and deformed, and the blood arrow failed to break it. Instead, the shield itself turned into scattered specks of blood light.

At this moment, Wei Fan had already closed in. He was much faster than Song Xian, and his figure was like a ghost, leaving behind a visible afterimage.

"Bang." After being possessed, Wei Fan, perhaps recognizing Song Xian, revealed a sinister smile and punched him.

An ordinary punch struck the fiery red round shield, unleashing a burst of black light that instantly pierced the Fire Pattern Fan's defenses.

Song Xian's pupils contracted as he watched the fist enveloped in black light strike his chest. Suddenly, the scene of facing the strange statue-like stone man in the secret space realm flashed through his mind.

The stone man had used this move before, piercing Cheng Zongyuan's body with a single punch. If Cheng Zongyuan hadn't possessed the innate ability to transform into water, he would have been killed in one blow.

At this moment, Wei Fan pierced through the defensive shield formed by the Fire Pattern Fan with an ordinary punch, but he did not have Cheng Zongyuan's innate ability to neutralize the attack by turning it into water.

At the critical moment, a raging, eerie green flame surged around him, enveloping him.

A fist covered in black light struck it, the black light and the eerie green flames locked in a stalemate.

From a distance, they look like two distinct rivers, each occupying a separate territory.

As the eerie green flames grew stronger, the black light was gradually dispelled.

Flames have a natural ability to restrain evil and malevolent things, and strange flames are even more effective, almost achieving twice the result with half the effort.

Seeing this, Wei Fan stopped pursuing the matter, withdrew his fist, and a ribbon-like black gas surged around him.

Song Xian breathed a sigh of relief and retreated, widening the distance between himself and his opponent. Close-quarters combat was not his forte.

Fortunately, he had used the Profound Heaven Fusion Fire Technique in advance to release the Taiyin Netherfire. If he had been any slower, his physical strength would not have been able to withstand the power of that attack, and he would have been punched through the chest and abdomen.

The main reason was that he hadn't expected his ordinary punch to be so powerful. Although his True Observation Eye could see through various supernatural abilities and techniques in the form of data, it couldn't see through this kind of physical attack, so he didn't know its specific power.

After the two created some distance between them, Song Xian's mind stirred, and the ghostly green flames detached from his body, condensing into a specific ghostly green sphere, which he then smashed towards Wei Fan.

Before the emerald sphere even got close, he slowly raised his palm, and the dark gas surrounding him condensed into a giant dark hand in the sky. In an instant, the area within a thousand feet was enveloped in dark light.

Along with Song Xian and Taiyin Minghuo, the entire world was enveloped in mysterious light, forming an independent space, with twisted and swaying dark lines covering the surroundings.

Song Xian felt an invisible force squeezing him, as if his body was filled with a thousand pounds of lead, making it extremely difficult to even lift his hand.

As expected, the supernatural power that Wei Fan used was exactly the same as the stone statue in the secret space realm back then.

If I'm not mistaken, the same soul controls the stone statue and Wei Fan's body.

However, after Wei Fan's body broke through to the Golden Core Realm, the power of his supernatural abilities was much stronger than before.

Song Xian desperately urged his spiritual power to break free from the suppression of that invisible force.

At this moment, the dark palm in the sky slowly pressed down. Its speed was very slow, but the pressure it brought was indescribable.

With each downward movement of the dark palm, Song Xian felt the invisible force grow stronger, as if he were being squeezed between two mountains, the peaks slowly closing in as the palm pressed down.

Crackling sounds came from inside his body, and Song Xian's face turned red, with veins bulging all over his body.

The spherical Taiyin Netherfire, suppressed by this powerful force, gradually disintegrated.

(End of this chapter)