With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 418 Eight-Armed Immortal Demon! The Initial Form of the Concept!
Before he could think any further, Chen Xuan's voice became heavy and hoarse, and a series of strange, grating laughs filled the air.

At the same time, a sudden change occurred.

Eight crimson arms, formed from incense smoke, suddenly unfolded behind him.

The outline of the arm was somewhat broken and unreal because Zheng Chengcheng had just interrupted the other party from continuing to absorb the power of incense.

Of the eight arms, the two that extend from the sides of the neck are the most robust and solid.

Chen Xuan's fourth-grade True Martial Sword had been drawn, and his two arms held the sword high above his head.

The next instant, a massive amount of demonic energy, accompanied by crimson flames, gathered on the sword, and Zheng Chengcheng was immediately drenched in sweat.

He was certain he couldn't withstand the force of that sword strike.
Whoosh-!
The moment the crimson sword slashed down, the entire room collapsed into a blood-red vertical line.

Zheng Chengcheng crossed her arms in a dragon-tiger stance to block, but her protective inner energy tore through as quickly as paper.

Before the sword even reached him, his knees gave way under the immense pressure, and he crashed into the floor tiles.

The demonic flames surged to the heavens, from which twisted laughter could be heard. Along with the sword strikes, they chanted the annihilation mantra in unison, the demonic sound piercing the ears.

Countless offerings of incense and faith have now been transformed into fuel for this sword strike.

Fortunately, Zheng Chengcheng possessed a treasure that protected her spiritual power, which allowed her to barely resist the temptation of the Heavenly Demon.

As she staggered backward, she caught a glimpse of Chen Xuan's pupils.

His left eye was completely black with no white, but his right eye had turned into a gilded eye like the statue of Lu Zu!

"Damn it, I really can't beat this thing. Xuan-di, you'd better pray for yourself."

Zheng Chengcheng decided to take the first step and bring in reinforcements to handle the situation.

As for whether Chen Xuan would die because of this, he didn't know and couldn't do anything about it.

Although he had a backup plan given to him by his grandmother, the other party had possessed Chen Xuan, and the two were now one.

With a single strike from the Heavenly King, Chen Xuan vanished along with the Heavenly Demon.
While prioritizing her own safety, Zheng Chengcheng still hoped to find someone to rescue her.

The bricks and stones crumbled and shattered under his feet, but he moved swiftly across the broken walls and ruins, his movements as graceful as a dragon leaping and a tiger bounding.

But they can pursue and kill them right away.

Behind "Chen Xuan", eight arms were clasped together in front of his chest, and forty fingers vibrated in unison.

The sword resounded loudly, its sharp edges gleaming like snow!
The fourth-grade True Martial [Upside Down] pierced the air with a sound like tearing silk, its trail radiating crimson incense-like divine power, and it charged in fiercely!
A chill ran down Zheng Chengcheng's spine as Qingfeng's sword flashed through the air, its tip piercing through his clothes.

"Die!"

In a moment of crisis, Zheng Chengcheng instinctively twisted her waist and rolled over.

The sword's edge grazed his waist, sending a spray of blood flying.

It's too dangerous; he's almost tempted to go all out!

However, the second sword came even faster.

Chen Xuan's eight index fingers came together, the sword shone brightly with red light, and suddenly grew three inches longer, its sharp edge aimed straight at his neck!

Without turning her head, Zheng Chengcheng drew her sword with her backhand and slung it diagonally across her back, displaying the "Su Qin carrying his sword" technique.

The moment the sword was positioned horizontally, it was struck and sent flying far away with a clang.

It spun upside down in mid-air, forming a crimson yet chilling net of swords that then descended upon the area!

Zheng Chengcheng's senses spread to the inside of her pocket, the shadow of death looming over her. At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind!
Chen Xuan had no choice but to sacrifice himself. If he didn't use his grandmother's backup plan, he would really die when this sword fell!
His martial will was about to connect with the [Record Stone], but at the last moment, he pulled back from the brink.

boom! ! !
At this critical moment, a colossal, dark shadow descended upon the earth like a falling meteor!

Meng Chuan had long since liberated his physical body; his ten-meter-tall frame was like bronze casting, with a massive dragon-like spine rising up section by section.

The terrifying muscles and tendons behind the shoulder blades were densely intertwined, spreading from the back to the front, gathering around the flower-like center of the chest, making the armor on the body bulge high.

[Ferocious] The armor plates, like lava, are riddled with fissures, supported by muscles that create undulating mountain-like shapes. From a distance, the crisscrossing patterns resemble a fiery peacock spreading its tail!
As the rain of swords poured down, he swept his right arm across the air, his muscle fibers clashing with a metallic clang, forcefully grasping the crimson net of swords in his palm.

The cold light cleaved through the true energy and the blue-purple hard armor, then pierced through the ferocious armor, finally landing on the black membrane.

A series of sparks flew up, but it couldn't go any further!
"roll!"

What was rolling in Meng Chuan's throat was no longer a human voice, but a deep, metallic vibration!

He swung his right fist and smashed it fiercely into the void.

The sonic boom cloud created by the fist's force caused the sword net to freeze in mid-air, revealing the true form of the sword.

The air twisted, and a violent gale swept the rain of swords back.

laugh!
Meng Chuan's speed was incredible at this moment. The black light of the moon pierced the air with his fist, and he thrust it toward Chen Xuan's waist at supersonic speed.

Getting injured is inevitable. As long as Chen Xuan survives, that's enough. Don't ask for too much!

The tip of the sword at the bridgehead felt hollow; it seemed his attack had missed its mark.

However, Meng Chuan's expression remained unchanged. After being possessed by the [Conceptual] Heavenly Demon, the host's body would indeed acquire the attribute of "etherealization".

It cannot be attacked by physical means; one can only rely on martial will, momentum, and even higher spiritual power to damage this kind of demon.

It's somewhat like the ethereal, non-physical characteristics of other types of demons, but it's even more bizarre than these types of celestial demons.

Although this was the first time he had encountered such a rare celestial demon.

However, he had already done his homework when he first went down into the demon's lair.

【The Moon Over the Bridge of Helplessness】is a precious third-grade True Martial Artifact that can cause mental distress, so dealing with this thing is a perfect fit for my profession.

Stab it!

The blade tip slashed horizontally, leaving a clean, straight wound with no blood or tissue fluid flowing out. Meng Chuan felt as if he had struck a "dummy" body.

The sensation made him frown slightly, and without thinking it over, he quickly slipped away.

Simultaneously with his movement, the crimson flying sword plummeted downwards.

It pierced through the white mist and remained firmly rooted to the spot where he had just stood.

The white mist was steam generated by the friction between Meng Chuan's body and the high temperature of the air when he was moving too fast.

The fog was thick, and as Chen Xuan's eight arms formed a hand seal, the flying sword instantly reignited its crimson light.

Then, with a soft whoosh, a surging wave of energy surged forth once more.

At the same time, his speed was not much slower than Meng Chuan's.

Following behind the sword, it instantly appeared above Meng Chuan's head, with eight arms, four supporting the sky and four touching the ground, fiercely sweeping down!

Meng Chuan used his fists to withstand the combined attack of the Eight Arms and a fourth-grade True Martial Sword. A series of explosive collisions and blasts made Zheng Chengcheng, who was standing to the side, jump in fright!

At this moment, the Shen Da Martial Arts Hall, which spans over a thousand square meters, was continuously shaken, with only the outer walls, which were located further away, still struggling to hold on.

The floorboards had long since disappeared, revealing the concrete surface, which was also shattered beyond recognition by the impact.

The ground was full of potholes, as if the two of them had turned it into a rubble pit.

Meng Chuan's abilities, as demonstrated by the monster opposite him, were at the very pinnacle of the second-tier level.

The destructive power displayed in the battle was comparable to being repeatedly crushed by several bulldozers—it was terrifying!
The white mist was also dispersed by the two's frenzied fighting. The police officers who arrived stood at a distance and fired their guns. They could only see two shadows, one large and one small, colliding countless times in an instant, separating and then crashing together again. It was impossible to aim at them.

Moreover, in the vicinity where the two were fighting, only the police chief and Zheng Chengcheng could stay there and look for an opportunity to help.

Apart from the two of them, even if a bullet were to enter, it would be crushed into powder by the invisible magnetic field.

"A monster!"

The sheriff murmured to himself, unsure whether he was referring to the larger one or the smaller one with eight arms.
He has already requested assistance from his superiors. Within Fucheng, only the city garrison commander is a martial arts master.

At that moment, he heard from his subordinates that they were rushing out of the demon's lair.

"Hold on, reinforcements are on their way!"

The sheriff tried several times to break into the center of the battlefield to help.

But after trying it, he was repeatedly cut all over by the overflowing strong wind, so he could only choose to watch from the sidelines like Zheng Chengcheng.

The gap between the two limits is much larger than imagined.

However, the two were quite confident in Meng Chuan. Although the opponent had many arms, Meng Chuan was tall.
Moreover, he had no injuries on his body, so the situation was even.

The cracks in the armor plates emitted a golden-red light, as if lava were flowing.

At the same time, he was full of vigor and showed no signs of decline.

Just as they thought, Meng Chuan was indeed not at a disadvantage at this moment, but only temporarily.
Both the Ferocious [Power Mode] and his final unleashed form have time limits.

At this moment, he stood proudly, his ten-meter-tall body as strong as a giant god, and he was able to fight fiercely against "Eight-Armed Chen Xuan," who was even more terrifying than the peak of the second limit.

But once "Ultraman's red light flashes," he instantly collapses.
Meng Chuan's two arms suddenly transformed into countless fist shadows, colliding repeatedly with the nine afterimages.

Despite the tight schedule, he remained calm and thought things through as he fought.

First of all, I have some trump cards up my sleeve.

Just as Zheng Chengcheng had thought, if all else fails, they'll have to rely on Yang to intervene.
Principal Yang had previously told him that his full-force strike, which combined spiritual and material power, was a top-tier power far exceeding the realm of martial arts.

Secondly, if we don't use our trump cards.

Is there any way to kill the conceptual demon on Chen Xuan before the state ends?

His choice was the power of martial arts, an even stronger power of martial arts.

Only the spiritual power contained within, combined with the moon over the Bridge of Helplessness, can kill this formless and intangible demon.

The next higher level of concrete form of Xingyi School martial arts is the [Martial Arts Imagery].

This step requires the martial arts celestial stars within the body to be fully activated.

Only when the body, after undergoing three transformations, releases its martial will can it connect with the inner and outer worlds and display the power of the artistic conception.

Therefore, he absolutely cannot do it now, but he can try to create a prototype of the scene.

The prototype of the artistic conception is essentially a basic version of the artistic conception of martial arts.

Those who can grasp the rudimentary form at the second level will eventually become masters at the third level.

It can then immediately condense a complete version of martial arts conception that is unique to oneself.

The situation was urgent, and Meng Chuan didn't have time to think that far ahead.

I simply followed what my master and Grandmaster Chen Qiushui had told me, and slowly tried it out in actual combat.

His eyes were as calm as an ancient well, his lungs expanded like drums, and the steam rising from his internal organs created a white mist.

This is the flow of Qi and blood through the meridians like a surging tide.

What Meng Chuan needs to do is to completely fuse the boiling martial will, the surging blood and qi, and the condensed spiritual power within his body into one.

At the same time, the martial arts willpower of the second limit is insufficient to support the emergence of the initial conception.

What he needed was to integrate the killing intent he had previously mastered into it!

(End of this chapter)