Cultivating Immortality in a Family: I Prove Immortality Through the Chaotic Dao Realm

Chapter 195 Boiling a "Bullfrog" in Warm Water!
At the same time, the black-horned python, which had been lurking on the rock wall above the cave entrance and in the shadows of the corner, also moved.

These giant pythons, as thick as water tanks, have lost their ability to spew poisonous mist and water arrows, but their cold scales remain tough, and even more terrifying is their terrifying constricting force, capable of crushing mountain rocks.

Several giant pythons silently slid down from the heights, like enormous nooses of death, and suddenly ensnared several minotaur warriors who were trying to break through the Gale Howler's defenses.

"Roar!" The entangled minotaur roared in pain and rage, its immense strength straining as it tried to break free.

But the black-horned python's cold muscles tightened instantly, digging in layer by layer like steel cables.

The minotaur warriors' hard bones groaned under the suffocating pressure, their eyes bulging and faces congested with blood. No matter how hard they swung at their scales, it was difficult to inflict a fatal wound in a short time.

A strong minotaur warrior had his legs coiled around a giant python. He roared and desperately tried to stop the python's head with his hands, attempting to prevent the fatal serpent's bite.

Another black-horned python suddenly darted out from the side, its massive tail sweeping across like a battering ram, sending several minotaurs who were trying to come to their aid flying and crashing into the rock wall, breaking their bones and tendons.

Threats in the sky are equally deadly.

The circling Flame Feather Eagles could no longer spew flames, but their enormous wingspan and gleaming, metallic claws remained terrifying weapons of mass destruction.

A sharp, piercing cry rang out, and several enormous Flame Feather Eagles swooped down like gray lightning bolts.

Their target is the shaman behind the formation!
Without divine magic, shamans are particularly vulnerable.

A fiery eagle accurately pounced on an old shaman who was holding a bone staff and shouting commands with all his might.

Sharp claws easily tore through its simple fur robe, digging deep into its shoulders and back, and then suddenly lifted it up!
"Aaaaah!" The old shaman let out a shrill scream as his entire body was lifted off the ground by the giant eagle. The minotaur guard beside him, his eyes bloodshot with rage, roared and hurled his heavy short spear.

The short spear pierced the belly of the Flaming Feather Eagle with a whooshing sound. The giant eagle cried out in pain, loosened its grip, and the old shaman fell heavily to the ground, his fate unknown.

The other Flame Feather Eagle swooped down, its huge wings whipping up a gale, the sharp edges of its wings like giant blades, instantly slicing huge gashes in the waists of two minotaur warriors who couldn't dodge in time!

Hot, pungent entrails and fresh blood were splattered all over the ground.

The scene was completely out of control, chaotic and bloody.

The small area in front of the cave entrance became a primitive arena, where brutal clashes of strength and flesh took place.

The Minotaur had a huge numerical advantage, but the Gale Howler's ferocious charge, the Ink Horned Python's deadly constriction, and the Flame Horned Eagle's aerial attack caused them to pay a heavy price.

Severed limbs and remains were everywhere; the massive bodies of minotaurs lay dead on the ground, trampled, torn apart, and shredded.

The main peak's monsters also suffered heavy losses; having lost their innate magic, their defensive capabilities were greatly reduced.

The outer monsters often work together in groups to fight the main peak monsters, and they can achieve some results.

The minotaur warriors are fearless and undaunted.

The Gale Hou was gutted, the Ink Horn Python's head was smashed, and the Flame Feather Eagle was hit by several heavy weapons at the same time, falling with a mournful cry.

The strong smell of blood stimulated the nerves of all living beings.

The minotaur shaman, his eyes bloodshot, let out an even more piercing whistle, urging the group to advance regardless of the cost.

Their goal was singular—to rush into that mysteriously alluring cave!

Hidden in the shadows, Chen Qian calmly observed this bloody feast.

The ferocity of the horde far exceeded expectations, and the rate of loss of the minotaurs was faster than he anticipated.

Losing their "berserk" and "bloodlust" is like an eagle losing its wings.

He saw the core of the minotaur team, the shamans with the strongest auras. Although they could not cast divine spells, their powerful blood and combat experience remained.

He is commanding elite minotaur warriors to hunt down and drive away the leaders of the three main peak monsters.

"almost……"

A cold smile curled at the corner of Chen Qian's lips.

The main peak beast horde has been basically decimated, and the remaining ones are exhausted.
Most of the outer monsters subdued by the minotaurs have also died or been injured.
The minotaurs, who were the main force in the battle, also suffered heavy casualties, with nearly 30% killed or wounded. The rest were all injured to varying degrees, and their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced!
The most difficult thing for them is that the shaman's healing spells cannot be used.

This significantly reduces their combat endurance.

Now, the moment Chen Qian had been waiting for—the time when the fisherman would reap the benefits—had arrived.

"Golden Bean, get ready! Let's take down those shamans first!"

His intentions were clearly conveyed through the contract.

In the shadows, a pair of golden vertical pupils silently lit up, locking onto the few minotaur shamans at the rear of the battlefield who had been exposed to the claws of the golden bean.

"Hey~!"

The golden bean instantly went from still to extremely fast. Even without the aid of wind-based power, it was still as fast as lightning over a mere hundred feet!
The remaining two healthy and one seriously injured three Tauren shamans had no time to react.

What they thought was the rear of the battle was actually the front line where they were engaged in close combat with Jin Dou.

With a swift slash of its wings and a thrust of its claws, Jin Dou had completed its first battle.

The two shamans were cut in half at the waist, their intestines spilling out onto the ground;
The severely injured old shaman's head was crushed by a claw, and blood spurted three feet high.

This sudden attack took less than half a breath; only a few minotaur warriors in front sensed the danger and had just turned around.

Before they could make any move, Chen Qian and Xiao Yin launched a massive attack.

Holding the Bewitching Banner, Xiao Yin appeared thirty feet away from Chen Qian, which was already the maximum range of Chen Qian's divine sense.

With a flick of his hand, the Bewitching Banner unleashed wisps of white Xuanming Yin Fire within his Yin-based magic, enveloping the several minotaurs in front of him.

A semi-transparent Xuan Yin Soul Shield appeared on the faintly visible, graceful body, radiating an icy chill that could freeze one's blood and qi.

Chen Qian still enhanced his Kui Shui Tian Hua Mantra and Wu Tu Undying Armor, wielding the Nine Fiends Breaking Boundary Spear in one hand and the Yi Wood Binding Heaven Rope in the other, instantly causing several minotaurs to wail and howl.

Jin Dou was not to be outdone. It discovered that its physical strength had been greatly reduced, while the half-human, half-bull monsters opposite it were even weaker than before.

Even without innate magic, it is at its mercy.

Of course, the killing speed has slowed down considerably; they have to be done one by one.

In the blink of an eye, within just a few breaths, a man, a bird, and a soul slave slaughtered dozens of minotaurs.

The scene descended into chaos. The remaining two hundred minotaurs, without the shaman's command, became even more disorganized and unable to mount a fighting force.

At that moment, the runes on the giant pillar forged from black iron beside the dead three-headed shaman began to flash violently...

"Gotcha! You wretched little mouse!"

On the giant pillar, the hundred-foot-tall phantom of the fourth-order minotaur appeared in the divine sense, its face distorted, with only two curved horns clearly visible!

Instantly, Chen Qian felt himself locked onto by a powerful malice, unable to move.

This fourth-tier divine sense, I don't know what secret technique it used, actually broke through the rule restrictions of the Kunpeng demon core?!
Chen Qian was caught off guard, but only paused for a moment and was not actually harmed.

but……

A minotaur not far from him seized the opportunity, and with a loud "Moo~ Ha!", the huge bone hammer slammed straight down on Chen Qian's head!
"Young Master!" Xiao Yin also reacted, and a Xuan Yin Soul Shield appeared above Chen Qian.

Although the bone hammer carried tens of thousands of pounds of force, it could not break through Xiao Yin's soul shield. But before Xiao Yin could even breathe a sigh of relief, the soul shield was silently destroyed!

It turned out that the attack of the fourth-order divine sense had arrived. It had combined most of its divine soul power and magic power into one strike, determined to destroy Chen Qian's divine soul!
The Profound Yin Soul Shield was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; it couldn't even block a fraction of a fourth-order divine sense attack.

To onlookers, the attack was invisible and intangible; even with a strong enough spiritual sense, one could only perceive distorted air and fluctuating trajectories. But to Chen Qian's senses, the attack was like a charging bull, its head bristling with sharp horns, instantly plunging into his sea of ​​consciousness!

After the giant bull rushed into his sea of ​​consciousness, he seemed somewhat bewildered.

What kind of monster is this? Its sea of ​​consciousness is so vast.

Under normal circumstances, a mere ant, not even reaching the second level, only needs to extend half a hoof to burst this so-called sea of ​​consciousness.

But now, after charging into this place with unstoppable momentum, He actually needs to look around, adjust the direction of His attack, and search for the location of this ant's soul?!

This isn't cultivation at all?!

I had already locked onto the soul of this ant! Why did I need to search for it myself?!

It was as if from the moment He rushed into this sea of ​​consciousness, everything had already slipped out of His control.

Outside, Chen Qian had regained his physical mobility, and a mysterious and calm smile appeared on his face.

Indeed, Chen Qian was not flustered at all at this moment; all of this was within his expectations.

If a Minotaur's fourth-order divine sense can break through the rules' blockade and launch an attack, it must be an attack on the soul.

If that's the case, then let's create an opportunity for Him!
Outside, Chen Qian would find it difficult to eliminate this divine thought, but once it entered his sea of ​​consciousness, how to deal with it would be up to him.

He temporarily stopped attacking and focused all his attention on the battle in his mind.

As for his physical condition, I believe Xiao Yin and Jin Dou will protect him.

……

Within Chen Qian's sea of ​​consciousness, the power of the world of the Wheel of Fate had already covered the entire space.

In front of the giant bull's head phantom, a little girl with a bun hairstyle and an appearance somewhat resembling a younger version of Su Yueshang appeared.

With a blank expression, neither pleased nor angry, she touched the Primordial Command Tablet with her small hand. The tablet immediately shone brightly and grew to the size of a giant bull, instantly stopping its charging momentum.

"Huh?! What kind of monster are you?" The giant bull was dumbfounded.

Having lived for over a thousand years, I have never seen anything so bizarre.

There are other beings in the sea of ​​consciousness of a human cultivator?!
"Aka...is not a demon...it's a spirit!"

The girl answered seriously, but her little hand kept moving, tapping the main card again, causing the giant bull to stumble.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" the giant bull roared. "How could a mere Qi Refining ant, whose sea of ​​consciousness has only just opened, possibly have a spirit protecting it?!"

Indeed, let alone first-order beings, even top-tier third-order beings cannot contain spiritual treasures in their sea of ​​consciousness and allow their spirits to roam freely.

but……

Today is destined to broaden His horizons!

Before the giant bull could even regain its balance, Chen Qian's spirit had already appeared beside Aka.

"Why not? With your Grandpa Chen, anything is possible!"

With a flick of his finger, a Wood Binding Rope, condensed from soul power, wrapped around the giant bull's body.

Sharp spikes rapidly formed on the rope, beginning to pierce the cow's body.

Several more boundary-breaking spears struck him!
These attacks, though seemingly powerful, actually only caused minor damage to the giant bull's soul.

but……

The giant bull, like a mountain, was stuck in the swamp, unable to find any foothold. Its powerful soul energy was like a cage, making it a huge target, unable to fight back.

Those tiny wounds occasionally emitted wisps of soul power, like pebbles being knocked out of a mountain. Though small, they were being consumed in a real way.

What terrified Him even more was that the soul power was immediately absorbed by the shield of the little girl who claimed to be the spirit of the artifact, and He was unable to retrieve it!

This is a process of slowly boiling a frog in water; the giant bull is very powerful, but it can only be eaten alive.

If it is His true form, then Chen Qian will naturally have no choice but to retreat.

However, it is only a divine thought now. Even though its total soul volume is much stronger than Chen Qian's, once it enters his sea of ​​consciousness and is restricted by the Wheel of Fate, it has no chance at all.

……

At the entrance of the Blood Crystal Cave, without the shaman's command and assistance, the remaining minotaurs, despite their desperate counterattacks, could not escape the hunt of Xiao Yin and Jin Dou, and all perished in the Northwest.

In their panic, dozens of animals fled down the mountain, but they were sure to be met with attacks from the immortal sect disciples.

As for the main peak monsters and the surrounding monsters that had already been crippled, they scattered and fled.

Outside the enormous Blood Crystal Cave, only Chen Qian stood in the open space... with a soul and a bird guarding him.

Xiao Yin is in good condition, but she has overdrawn her soul power, and her form is slightly illusory.

After all, she had just generated a lot of Xuan Yin Soul Shields, which blocked all attacks from all directions for Chen Qian.

These attacks came not only from minotaurs, but also from many panicked and berserk monsters.

The little girl was exhausted.

Jin Dou, however, was fine and was still very excited.

It is aggressive and a tyrannical bird of prey.

It killed almost the majority of the remaining minotaurs and also dealt with many other various monsters.

It was covered in blood, and even its platinum feathers seemed to be coated with a layer of blood.

But it showed no signs of weakness; on the contrary, its momentum grew even stronger.

After dealing with all the enemies, if it hadn't remembered to stay by its master's side, it might have continued to pursue and slaughter those dozens of minotaurs.

"唳~"

A long, resounding cry that pierced through mountains and split the clouds released its remaining surging emotions.

Xiao Yin glanced at it with amusement, then sent a gentle wave of energy through her soul to soothe the "angry bird."

Both the soul and the bird were Chen Qian's closest spiritual companions, and naturally, they could be considered to be of one mind with each other.

Jin Dou quickly composed herself and calmed down.

This battle was extremely beneficial to it.

At this point, it can no longer be simply called a Golden-winged Falcon.

Within the Hundred Beasts Corridor, having fused with the bloodlines of numerous ancient spirit birds and true spirits, it has embarked on an unprecedented path of evolution.

Even it itself doesn't know what kind of existence it will become in the future.

This process requires constant battles and relentless, arduous trials before it can ultimately reach its ultimate peak and blossom into its own future.

(End of this chapter)