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

Chapter 357 Another Tribulation of Fate Leads to Rebirth; There Will Never Be Another Heartbreaking Red Flower of Longing in This World
Three dazzling beams of light struck the Azure Lotus Sword in succession, and the seventh soul ring under Li Zhexian's feet suddenly shone with golden light, even evaporating and purifying the evil ash that had drifted down nearby.

"The seventh soul skill—Martial Soul True Body!"

Three amplifying soul skills were added to the million-year-old martial soul true body.

now.

The pale golden sword energy of the Azure Lotus Sword in Li Zhexian's hand burst forth, soaring straight into the sky.

That overwhelmingly sharp and annihilating sword intent caused the surrounding space to ripple with fear.

Zheng!
Zheng!
Zheng!
The clanging of swords echoed continuously.

The nine Azure Lotus Swords wielded by Li Zhexian unleashed blazing sword light with distinct attributes.

The sword light intertwined and converged, actually casting a Great Wall of sword energy that stretched across the sky and earth for tens of thousands of meters.

A hand that blotted out the sky pressed down, and shadows engulfed heaven and earth.

Li Zhexian wielded his Azure Lotus Sword and fiercely slashed towards the sky.

Boom boom boom boom—!
Boom boom boom boom—!
The annihilation sword energy and the Rakshasa divine power clashed and killed each other.

The palm, which spanned dozens of miles, was forcibly held in mid-air, unable to fall even an inch further.

next moment.

Under countless incredulous gazes.

The sword energy roared, and a huge gash was torn open in that seemingly invincible hand.

Along with it, his index finger was also severed at the root and fell to the ground.

The dark purple divine blood flowed like a burst dam.

It trickled down along my wrist.

Each drop is as heavy as a mountain.

"Hoaaaaaah!"

Bibi Dong let out a shriek filled with pain and resentment.

She never imagined that a mortal body could harm her divine form.

Li Zhexian's body trembled violently, his face turned deathly pale, and blood gushed from his mouth, staining half of his clothes red.

But he still gritted his teeth and gripped the ever-humming Azure Lotus Sword tightly.

Before he could catch his breath, he transformed into a streak of light and charged towards the divine figure within the dark purple pillar of light.

The Azure Lotus Sword gleamed with its sharpness.

A clear spring and a wine pot surround him.

The soul skills erupted in a series of bursts of light.

The glass sword imprint in his eyes spun wildly as he used the "Mirage Sword Reflection" soul skill to try and discern Bibi Dong's almost space-traveling movement trajectory.

But how can the will and actions of a quasi-deity be easily discerned by mortals?
Two lines of bloody tears slid down his cheeks, leaving horrifying marks on his pale face.

But Li Zhexian was still wielding his sword!
With each sword strike, one of the nine Azure Lotus Swords swirling around him dimmed, as he poured all the sword intent he had contained into the Azure Lotus Sword itself!
This is a style of play that burns everything!

It uses one's own swordsmanship foundation and life essence as fuel to unleash attacks that surpass the limits!
Boom boom boom boom——!
Boom boom boom boom——!
in the sky.

The two figures collided at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

Golden sword light and dark purple divine power exploded continuously, like bursts of short-lived but dazzling fireworks igniting in the dim sky.

Ten tricks!

Twenty moves!
Thirty moves!
Li Zhexian and the quasi-god Bibi Dong exchanged dozens of blows!
His white shirt was already soaked in blood, and his body was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, like a piece of porcelain about to shatter.

His breath was extremely weak.

Only a pair of eyes, flowing with blood and tears, still held an almost indifferent persistence.

The battlefield below.

Looking at the boy who repeatedly drew his sword against the gods.

Li Zhexian's elders, friends, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the Heavenly Dou Army were all in tears.

"Li Zhexian" (Li the Immortal).

"You've surprised me again."

"If I had not become a god today, I might have truly been killed by you, two of my peerless masters."

Within the dark purple pillar of light, Bibi Dong's aura grew increasingly magnificent with each collision.

The evil aura that enveloped heaven and earth was almost solidifying into a tangible abyss, and the contraction of the pillar of light was nearing its end; her divine body was about to solidify.

"but……"

"It's time to finish."

Bibi Dong's cold and ruthless voice rang out.

Taking advantage of the moment of exhaustion after a hard collision.

She clenched her fists.

He crushed the phantom of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, gathering all the immense Rakshasa divine power in his palm. Then, he pierced through layers of sword curtains and struck Li Zhexian's chest with a single blow.

"puff--"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing the chest was as clear as tearing silk.

Li Zhexian's body stiffened, and his weary eyes suddenly opened.

He slowly lowered his head.

I saw that hand piercing through my chest.

It can even sense when the heart is removed from the body.

That gradually cooling sensation coming from behind.

"No!!!" Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan... everyone screamed in anguish with bloodshot eyes, rushing forward like madmen.

Also at this moment.

The dark purple beam of light contracted to a single line.

It is about to be completely integrated into Bibi Dong's body.

A vast and boundless divine power, causing all living beings to tremble, swept across the entire world, blasting away all those who rushed towards it.

"The gods are within reach."

Bibi Dong held the seven-aperture heart, which was wrapped in golden light, in her hand, looking down at the dying Li Zhe Xian with a sinister aura.

“Li Zhexian, I told you…you will perish today.”

Say it.

She slowly closed her five fingers together.

Under the desperate and sorrowful gazes of Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, and the others as they staggered to their feet.

Li Zhexian's heart burst open.

but……

What burst open was not blood.

Instead, they were strands of dark red petals.

Li Zhexian, who should have died, slowly raised his head, and the scarlet light in his eyes, which were flowing with dried blood, gradually intensified.

At his feet.

The eight spirit rings rose up in succession.

The long-sealed fourth soul ring suddenly emitted an eerie red light.

It then expanded rapidly, its size instantly surpassing that of the other spirit rings, and stood majestically in the center.

The crimson patterns on the spirit ring spread like a living thing, instantly staining the entire spirit ring red with an eerie and captivating color, surpassing even the color of a hundred thousand years ago.

Followed by.

The eerie, blood-red soul ring began to melt.

Like melting blood and tears.

Drop by drop...

It fell on his broken body.

A hollow and hoarse voice slowly rose from his throat:
"Fourth Soul Skill - Rebirth from Destiny".

Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, Feng Bailong, and Yu Yuanzhen trembled slightly, and finally closed their eyes in despair.

Memories surged like a tidal wave.

The battle in front of the Papal Palace several years ago seems like it was just yesterday.

At that time, Li Zhexian was burning himself out and reaching the pinnacle of his spiritual transcendence.

With the body of a Soul Master, he killed Bibi Dong with a single sword strike.

After that sword strike.

The boy's life force was almost gone, and he was no different from being dead.

It was only by feeding the Acacia Heartbreak Red with her heart's title that Zhu Zhuqing managed to save her life.

But now...

Is there any other miraculous herb in the world that can extend the life of a young man?

"A banished immortal...cough cough..."

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were blurred with tears, and tears mixed with blood slid down her lips. Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong, their faces streaked with tears, helped her up.

"My lord, the banished immortal!"

Yu Tianheng, Feng Buyu, Feng Xiaotian and others let out heart-wrenching screams.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Heavenly Battle were silent and dead.

Only suppressed sobs conveyed the same sorrow.

between heaven and earth.

All sounds are silent.

Only the lone boy facing the gods remained, his broken body completely stained with blood.

A fierce, powerful, and in no way inferior to the pressure of a quasi-god erupted from Li Zhexian's body, soaring into the sky...

　I haven't been updating twice every three days.

　　This month, the young author first went home to attend a wedding, and then immediately returned for a business trip.

　　The update schedule has changed from three chapters to two, and the timing is no longer fixed.

　　The place I stayed while on business trips wasn't my rented apartment; it was occupied by other colleagues. Writing too late disturbed them, so I spent two days writing at an internet cafe.

　　These people deserve to be scolded, and they should stand at attention if they're going to get a beating.

　　
　　When I rushed back from my train yesterday, I noticed my foot was swollen, so I went to get it checked this morning.

　　The results came back, and there were no major problems, but eight of the more than twenty blood tests showed abnormalities.

　　This book has never missed a single day of updates. While other authors take breaks to take time off, this junior author only needs to update two chapters during a break.

　　Even after this book is finished, there are still a few plot points left, and I, the young author, will do my best to finish writing them.

　　As promised to my readers, I will give everyone a happy ending.

　　I'm only guaranteeing two chapters a day; otherwise, my body won't be able to handle it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)