Xian Ni: The God of Killing Returns, Marries Li Muwan at the Beginning

In an instant, the eerie light was able to directly erode the cultivator's immortal bones.

As Lü Yundao staggered backward, the Xuanjiao's long tail swept across him like a steel whip, striking his chest with the force to shatter mountains and split rocks.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of several ribs breaking was clearly audible. Lü Yundao flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the rock wall, leaving a spiderweb-like dent in the stone.

He struggled to get up, only to find that the immortal energy within his body was dissipating like a receding tide. The attack had not only shattered his physical body but also shattered the immortal foundation he had cultivated for ten thousand years.

"Master Lü!"

Mu Bingmei cried out and drew her ice-blue short sword, wanting to rush forward to help, but was blocked by the two secondary heads of the Xuanjiao.

The lightning spewed from the left head danced like silver snakes, while the poisonous mist spewed from the right head was filled with a foul stench, forcing her to retreat repeatedly.

After the Nine-Headed Black Dragon finished off Lü Yundao, its main head turned to Lin Che, and a fierce light flashed in all nine pupils.

It seemed to sense the unusual movement of the runes in Lin Che's sleeve. Its massive body suddenly sank, and the ground of the entire sixth floor cracked open with a ravine several meters wide. Countless bone spikes imbued with dragon might emerged from the ground and stabbed towards Lin Che.

At this moment, Lü Yundao had completely lost his fighting ability. He lay paralyzed in the stone pit, staring at the Xuanjiao's mountain-like body, his eyes filled with horror and resentment.

He finally understood that although this Xuanjiao was only a remnant soul, it had inherited part of the power of the laws of the Qinglin Immortal Emperor, and no one at the same realm could stop it.

What terrified him even more was that a blue scale slowly emerged on the head of the Xuanjiao Lord, and the immortal patterns flowing on the scale were none other than the life mark of the Qinglin Immortal Emperor.

"This...this is a guardian spirit formed from the life essence of the Immortal Emperor..."

Lu Yundao's voice trembled as he finally understood why the other party could ignore his power of calamity.

The cultivation level of the Five Signs of Decay of Heaven and Man was as fragile as a child in the face of the remaining power of the Immortal Emperor.

Looking down at his withered left arm, where the immortal bones had been completely eroded by the dark light of the Xuan Jiao, even if he were lucky enough to survive, his cultivation would regress by a thousand years.

After Xuan Jiao dealt with Lü Yundao, it seemed to feel that it had lost an interesting toy, and all eight secondary heads turned towards the surviving Shattered Nirvana cultivators.

Screams rose and fell as the cultivators' magical treasures shattered under the energy impact of the Xuan Jiao. Flesh, bone, and rubble flew everywhere, turning the entire sixth level into a battlefield of carnage.

Mu Bingmei was desperately trying to defend against the attacks from the two heads when she caught a glimpse of Lü Yundao's miserable state out of the corner of her eye, and her heart sank.

She had thought that Lü Yundao could hold off the Xuanjiao for a while, but she never expected it to be such a one-sided crushing defeat.

Just as she was about to give up, a figure dressed in a blood-red Taoist robe suddenly blocked her way.

Lin Che stared at the overwhelming bone spikes coming at him, and finally his fingertips moved. He didn't use any magic weapon, but simply pointed his fingers like a sword and gently slashed at the head of the Xuanjiao Master.

In an instant, the treasure of the talisman clan in his sleeve flew out and transformed into a golden talisman chain in mid-air. The primordial power on the talisman chain resonated with the immortal patterns on the scales of the black dragon.

The black dragon's movements suddenly froze, and all nine heads simultaneously revealed expressions of pain.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Lin Che moved like a ghost among the bone spikes, arriving in front of the Xuanjiao Lord's head in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, Lin Che raised his hand and placed it on the cyan scale. The chaotic energy surging from his palm seeped into the scale silently, like water droplets merging into the ocean.

"Roar—!" The nine-headed black dragon let out a deafening roar of pain, its massive body struggling violently, and the entire space of the sixth level began to distort.

Lu Yundao lay on the ground, looking at Lin Che who was able to touch the Xuan Jiao's life scale with his bare hands, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He then understood why Mu Bingmei insisted on cooperating with this young man; the secret he possessed might truly be able to contend with the power of an Immortal Emperor.

Lin Che ignored the Xuan Jiao's struggles, his fingertips quickly tracing across the scales as if deciphering some ancient runes.

The Xuanjiao's resistance grew weaker and weaker, and the light on its nine heads gradually dimmed, clearly being suppressed by the combined power of chaos and primordial energy.

As Lin Che finished his last stroke, the Xuanjiao's massive body suddenly froze, then transformed into a sky full of azure light like a tide, leaving only that azure scale suspended in mid-air.

Lin Che raised his hand to catch the scale, then turned to look at Lü Yundao, who was slumped on the ground.

At this moment, Lü Yundao's breath was weak, and black blood was still gushing from the wound on his chest, clearly indicating that he was on his last legs.

Mu Bingmei rushed forward to channel her immortal energy into him, but could only barely keep him alive.

"Can you still walk?" Lin Che asked calmly.

Lu Yundao opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at the blue scale in Lin Che's hand, his lips moved, but in the end only turned into a bitter sigh.

He knew that the gap between himself and the young man before him was far beyond what could be measured by their respective levels of understanding.

Lin Che ignored Lü Yundao, withdrew his Ancient God Body, and thought to himself, "There are no rewards at all. It seems that everything here is a soul."

I originally thought that I would receive a system reward for slaying the Nine-Headed Black Dragon, but now it seems I was just overthinking it...

Lin Che put one hand behind his back, glanced slightly to the side, and looked at Mu Bingmei, saying, "Are you going to enter the seventh floor or not?"

Mu Bingmei naturally wanted to enter, but she still looked at Lü Yundao beside her, because if Lü Yundao was not capable of fighting, she would probably be in danger.

Lu Yundao struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and frowned as he said, "It's alright, I can still continue fighting."

Seeing that Lü Yundao was forcibly supporting his body, Mu Bingmei only sighed softly, but still followed behind Lin Che and walked in the distance.

.........

The seventh floor is relatively less dangerous, and the Samsara Mirror mentioned earlier is located deep within the seventh floor.

The Reincarnation Mirror is a top-tier magic treasure, and it was also the favorite magic treasure of the Azure Rain Immortal Emperor. However, since the Rain Immortal Realm was destroyed by the Lord, it was left here so that future generations could see their past and present lives.

Following the clues that Mu Bingmei had, she quickly led Lin Che to the designated location.

The seventh floor turned out to be a courtyard shrouded in mist, with bluestone paving the way and ancient trees of unknown species planted on both sides. White lamps hung from the branches, their light filtering through the thin mist to create a hazy atmosphere.

At the end of the well is an old well, its curb covered with dark green moss, but the water is clear and cool as a mirror, reflecting countless star-like specks of light.

Mu Bingmei pointed to the well opening and said softly, "The Mirror of Reincarnation is at the bottom of the water."

Before the words were finished, ripples suddenly appeared in the well water, and the phantom of an ancient bronze mirror rose from the water. The mirror shimmered with a moonlit glow, and the reincarnation patterns engraved on its edge slowly rotated, as if deducing countless causes and effects. (End of Chapter)