Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 283 Bibi Dong is also in the secret realm?! The strange Bibi Dong

Even if the black mist corrodes the bones.

Li Zhexian's hand remained firmly clasped around Qianrenxue's, never loosening its grip even slightly.

Qian Renxue turned her head and looked at Li Zhexian, who was as sinister as a demon.

Her fingertips trembled slightly.

But she gripped his hand even tighter.

Inside the mud house.

The black aura coiled around Li Zhexian like a venomous python, eroding his limbs and bones.

In the blink of an eye, he became emaciated, covered in lividity, and barely breathing, looking like a dying man.

The next moment.

Blood and qi surged forth like a torrent, muscles and bones were revitalized, and the breath was like a dragon awakening.

"Resurgence was not my intention!"

"If all you want is the 'Sword of Resurrection,' I can have it with a flick of my wrist!"

"but……"

"I can not be reconciled!"

"Merely comprehending the 'Sword Intent of Revival' is no different from 'Thunder Ember Life'!"

"What makes it called the Myriad Manifestations Sword Dao?!"

"Is it merely corruption and rebirth?!"

"Time and again, it forced out the decaying energy that rotted my internal organs and corroded my meridians!"

"Is it really impossible to comprehend a single sword technique?!"

Half of Li Banxian's face was as purple as a corpse, and the other half was as pale as snow.

But those eyes remained as stubborn as cold stars.

Drops of foul blood mixed with black mist fell from the corner of his mouth to the ground.

zizi——

The land was instantly ravaged as if by poison, riddled with holes.

Such a ferocious, decaying, and deathly aura.

It raged through his body countless times, yet still couldn't find a trace of sword intent.

"The stench of decay is not a spiritual substance; it will cloud the wine!"

"Does the inability to brew wine mean I can't comprehend swordsmanship?"

Li Zhexian clenched his fists like iron, his knuckles cracking, his eyes burning with resentment that seemed to scorch them.

"That's absolutely not true!"

"How could I, Li Zhexian, be a mediocre person who relies solely on my martial spirit!"

"Apart from the first sword move, which sword move wasn't something I first grasped the meaning of before crafting the final product?!"

Bang-!
Thoughts flashed through my mind.

The clear spring wine pot appeared as if summoned, its spirit shimmering.

He tilted his head back and drank the wine.

The decaying flesh and blood of his lower jaw fell off like sawdust.

The wine entered my throat like oil being poured over a raging fire, causing my blood and qi to surge again, forcefully expelling the deathly aura from my body.

"This is only the eighth sword of the Azure Lotus Sword Song..."

"The eighth sword strike was already this difficult... what will happen next..."

"I cannot... fall at the eighth sword..."

"My path of the Myriad Swordsmanship has not ended..."

The decaying body crumbled inch by inch, scattering into ashes in the wind.

It has been repeatedly eroded by deathly energy and refined by raging blood and qi.

Li Zhexian's physical body was already as smooth and lustrous as jade, and even his hair was flowing with radiance.

If it is merely the smell of ordinary decay.

It doesn't even require circulating qi and blood.

This precious body alone can be purified.

"Physical strength is gradually reaching the level of a titled master."

"But what I seek..."

"Only the Enlightenment Sword!"

When the mind is about to sink into depravity.

He could no longer support himself, and his body went limp.

Once again, I fell into that warm embrace.

When I woke up again.

Several more hours passed.

Li Zhexian got up from Qian Renxue's lap and looked at the girl's eyes, which couldn't hide her weariness.

A pang of guilt swept through my heart.

Since he comprehended the sword, he has repeatedly collapsed from exhaustion.

Qianrenxue never slept or rested, always protecting her.

"Thank you for your hard work, Xue'er."

Qian Renxue simply chuckled and shook her head.

Her soul power was already close to the level of a titled master, so a few days without sleep was nothing to her.

However, constantly circulating one's spiritual power to resist the erosion of death energy is extremely taxing on the mind.

"By the way, Immortal, your sword..."

Qian Renxue suddenly became serious.

His gaze fell on the Azure Lotus Sword that Li Zhexian held tightly in his hand.

Li Zhexian looked down.

Clumps of dark substance had appeared on the originally clear and jade-like sword.

"Um?!"

"Has the decaying, lifeless aura not been completely dispelled?"

He lightly touched the spine of the sword with his finger, but there was no reaction.

Even with renewed soul power, the dark substance remained firmly attached to the sword, unmoved.

"It turns out that every time death energy is drawn into the body, there is always a trace of the most stubborn... that seeps into the sword."

Li Zhexian gritted his teeth.

The black substance on the sword resembled solidified black energy.

Like the filthiest mud in the world, it buried all twelve lotus flowers on the Azure Lotus Sword. "Azure Lotus Sword..."

"I will not let you be tarnished."

Li Zhexian composed himself, raised his Azure Lotus Sword, rushed out of the house, and swept away the dead.

His heart was set on mastering the sword!

No one can shake it!

……

Outside the secret realm.

Many of the onlookers had already dispersed.

Anyway, the light screen is magnificent, and you can see it by looking up from Wuhun City.

In recent days.

People have long been accustomed to Li Zhexian's crazy behavior.

……

"The Myriad Manifestations Sword Path... how difficult it is..."

A trace of regret flashed in Chen Xin's eyes.

Even someone as exceptionally talented in swordsmanship as Li Zhexian couldn't master the Myriad Manifestations Sword Path.

"The young immortal's obsession with the sword is evident to heaven and earth."

Feng Bailong stroked his beard and sighed:
"To comprehend seven sword intents is already unprecedented."

"But the sword intent in the past was too strong. If I want to comprehend the next new sword intent, I need to improve my understanding of the sword to a higher level."

Human strength has its limits.

"Comprehending the sword is as difficult as ascending to heaven."

Gu Rong, Dugu Bo, and Yu Yuanzhen didn't understand anything about swords.

Their path to strength lies not in the sword.

But it also shows...

Li Zhexian has encountered a difficult bottleneck to overcome.

"There are two days left until the seven-day deadline."

Dugu Bo, his green robes fluttering, slowly said:
"I believe in my friend, the banished immortal."

"He won't stop here."

Bibi Dong remained indifferent and observed the situation.

Li Zhexian comprehends the sword.

Let him figure it out.

Is the decaying aura tainted by the power of the Rakshasa gods so easy to comprehend?

"Let's see if you comprehend the sword first, or if I complete the Eight Trials of the Rakshasa first."

She stared at the light screen.

A dark glint suddenly flashed in his purple eyes.

This day.

Countless more still perished under the sword.

Although I did not encounter an account ban.

But then they encountered four undead Soul Douluos in succession.

In the end, they all vanished into nothingness under his sword.

Li Zhexian was once again enveloped in black energy resembling a venomous python.

"There's still time."

"Let's go to another one."

He scurried to a house with a sinister expression.

A palm strike from a distance.

They blasted open the courtyard gate.

Then he charged in, sword in hand.

Qian Renxue followed closely behind, but just as Li Zhexian entered...

The courtyard gate suddenly slammed shut with a loud "bang".

"what?!"

Her pretty face changed color.

This has never happened before.

But no matter how hard she tried to bang on the door.

The doors remained completely still.

……

inside the door.

Li Zhexian was tense all over, his expression solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Before his eyes...

The overgrown courtyard gradually came back to life, teeming with vitality.

The loess soil forms a cobblestone path, and the dilapidated house is transformed into a red-eaved wooden window.

The deathly aura dissipated, and the air became clear.

Beneath the elegant single room, a beautiful flower garden slowly emerges.

What made Li Bai's pupils shrink suddenly was...

Among the flowers.

A woman in a white dress bent down, holding a teapot, her movements gentle as she carefully tended to the flowers and plants.

Suddenly, she seemed to realize something.

She slowly turned her head, her eyebrows curving, dimples appearing, her voice gentle:
"Hello."

Li Zhe's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he spoke slowly and deliberately, his killing intent palpable.

"Bibi Dong..."

"it's me."

The woman turned back and continued watering the flowers and plants.

"If you don't mind, could you wait for me a moment?"

"Okay, please sit wherever you like."

Li Zhexian remained silent, staring at Bibi Dong who had her back turned.

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