Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 297 I can't kill you, but he can.

"What's going on?" Old Zhao kicked the adjutant next to him away, then glared angrily at the garrison commander not far away.

The generals guarding the south were filled with bewilderment. They looked down at the adjutant struggling on the ground and shook their heads.

"I had no idea; this has never happened before."

Over the years, the General's Office has employed adjutant generals, and many generals have even witnessed their growth.

The brigade commanders have always been vigorous and energetic, daring to compete with the generals. They have never seen such a pained appearance before.

The general who had just been in charge of intercepting Lin Jiang's illusory realm took a small step forward and touched one of the adjutants with the butt of his spear.

But the moment the gun butt touched the other person, his body suddenly contracted inward.

In the blink of an eye, it rose into the air.

All that could be heard was the cracking and popping of bones, and the body twisting and deforming rapidly.

As if squeezed by a sudden external force, it was instantly compressed into a small, round piece of meat.

The outermost layer of flesh and blood in the chunk of meat evaporated rapidly, turning into crimson smoke that drifted away; deep within, a crimson bead emerged, silently suspended in mid-air, emanating a somber and gloomy aura.

Liang Huashan instantly recalled that when he killed General Zhou that day, this substance had also been extracted from his body.

Now that this item is appearing in large quantities, Liang Huashan urgently shouted:

"The adjutant's skills are all hidden within, and calamity is sealed inside!"

Upon hearing this, everyone instinctively retreated, thinking that these Zhennan generals were about to play some trick again. Unexpectedly, the generals themselves all looked puzzled.

In that instant of hesitation, the red beads suddenly soared into the air and sped straight toward the most dazzling direction in mid-air.

In an instant, Old Zhao understood why these things had appeared!
It must be that the Grand Preceptor has broken free from the checks and balances, and Fang Changqing, unable to withstand his power, simply killed all the nearby adjutants, intending to seize their power to amplify himself!

"Don't try to succeed!"

Old Zhao roared suddenly, and the radiance of his many treasures flashed once more around him. From beneath his wide but slightly dirty sleeves, the shouts of these treasures burst forth:

"Kill those bastards!"

"Ha ha!"

"Count me in!"

Because there were so many children, the noise was chaotic and noisy. Except for the one in the lead who was relatively clear, the rest were all crowded together and shouting.

Immediately afterwards, they eagerly gathered together and flew straight up to the red beads in the sky.

Three of the seven flying red beads were intercepted. However, when the treasures tried to stop the remaining beads, a deep red light suddenly burst forth from the top of the four beads, instantly pushing the treasures away and sending them swaying to both sides.

The babies screamed and cried, desperately tumbling and crawling, but ultimately could not stop these calamities.

"Damn it!" Old Zhao roared, and with a sudden flick of his sleeve, the treasures on the ground were instantly pulled back into his sleeve.

Immediately afterwards, he reached into his pocket and pulled out something.

Take out a uniquely shaped wooden horse.

He flipped himself over and straddled it, shouting, "Giddy up!" The wooden horse's forelegs suddenly lifted into the air.

Its thick, rope-like horse tail spun rapidly like a propeller.

With a whoosh, Old Zhao rode his flying horse and soared into the sky.

Shou Nan's Dian Xing gritted his teeth, trying to forcefully intercept them, but Liang Huashan and Yi Er San were already blocking their way from a distance, holding them back tightly.

As Zhao Lao's figure receded into the distance, the remaining generals guarding the south completely lost their will to fight and could only stay where they were.

He tilted his head back, shook it, looked at the sky, and remained silent.

……

Several scarlet beads slowly drifted down to Fang Changqing's side.

The Imperial Preceptor glanced at the scarlet beads, formed a hand seal, and a torrent of seven colors surged around him, rushing straight towards the Great General.

The general took out a small bell from his bosom that did not appear to be made of Daxing gold, and threw it at the colorful torrent. The small bell instantly expanded and grew larger.

A loud, boisterous female voice came from the bell, shouting:

"Haha! What kind of skills can this fancy stuff possibly have?"

As the two collided, the initial shout immediately turned into a heart-wrenching scream:
"I can't stop it! I can't stop it! I simply can't stop it! Have mercy!"

Despite the wailing, Fang Changqing completely ignored the treasure's pleas.

He pressed down on the golden bell with one hand, ignoring its screams, and raised his long sword horizontally with the other, muttering under his breath:
"Old buddy, it's all up to you now."

"I've been with you for so many years, what haven't we been through together? Today is just another time to go crazy with you."

Fang Changqing gripped the long sword tightly and placed it steadily above the red beads.

Cracks instantly appeared above the blade, and scarlet beads flowed into them like blood.

The blade began to tremble violently, and cracks extended along the hilt all the way to the general, tearing his entire left side of body apart layer by layer.

His face remained expressionless. With a casual flick of his wrist, the golden bell plummeted from the sky with a scream and disappeared without a trace.

The colorful torrent continued to approach Fang Changqing. He slashed with his sword, the blade cutting the liquid in two, separating it into two parts.

After a moment of reflection, Fang Changqing realized that his body probably couldn't withstand more cuts.

The several calamities had put too much strain on his body, and even he couldn't withstand them.

He looked up at the Grand Preceptor again. The Grand Preceptor always had that same unchanging smile on his face, and not far behind him, a figure was flying over.

Fang Changqing knew that person.

Zhao Yunxiang, Prince Zhao.

He was also at the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm. Although his foundation was not as solid, he possessed numerous magical treasures and his abilities were naturally extremely high.

But Fang Changqing showed absolutely no fear.

There's no turning back now.

Fang Changqing bent halfway forward, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his body transformed into an arrow, charging straight at the Imperial Preceptor!

The Imperial Advisor stared intently at Fang Changqing, a hint of seriousness in his eyes:

Having endured so many calamities, Fang Changqing is now completely different from before.

They'll probably be difficult to deal with.

He pinched the magic gate, flicked his fingers lightly, and a small, seven-colored gemstone appeared in the National Preceptor's hand.

A shot. Two streaks of color intertwined in the sky, then separated in an instant.

Fang Changqing was sent flying backward, half of his body completely exploded, chaotic calamities flowed within and dissipated outward, leaving a deep knife mark in the sky, with a faint red light radiating outward.

But the seven colors that had filled the sky had already dissipated with the wind.

The dark clouds were gone, and the sky was filled with dazzling colors. Half of the sky was dotted with stars, and the moon hung high in the sky, scattering a silvery white light in all directions.

He coughed twice, looked up at the Grand Preceptor, and the moonlight scattered behind the Grand Preceptor's ears. The sky was very clear at the moment, and he could even see the undulating patterns wrapped around the moon.

The Imperial Advisor looked down at Fang Changqing and shook his head:

"You've become weak."

Am I weak?
Having absorbed so much calamity, I've become weaker.

So many calamities before were able to restrain you, why am I weak now?

Fang Changqing was puzzled, but he still gripped the long sword.

He can't give up.

He can continue.

If direct combat doesn't work, he has other methods!

The cracks that had covered his wrist began to spread further, and in the blink of an eye, they covered his entire body.

His body is slowly expanding.

If the calamity within one's body were to be unleashed, it would be enough to level the surrounding area.

There are many stars here; I can blow them all up, enough to make them die with me!
Suddenly, Fang Changqing felt that something was wrong with his body.

His skin was visibly drying out.

Something is disappearing from his body.

Chaotic Qi Technique?
Or is it a chaotic energy technique specifically designed to counter calamities?

This is……

Fang Changqing looked up and saw that the last wisp of calamity in the sky had dissipated.

Lin Jiang stepped onto the floating island and suddenly blew a surge of powerful Qi downwards.

The Qi flowed continuously, slowly encircling Changqing's body above.

Previously, when the Grand Preceptor was about to leave, he set up a magic seal, and all the calamities slowly gathered towards Lin Jiang and were swallowed up by him.

The three calamities have been completely transformed, and Lin Jiang's cultivation has finally broken through the limits, climbing to the fourth level of the Heavenly Realm.

This time, he chose the "Zao Qi" (燥气).

Under the influence of the Chaotic Qi Technique, the calamities accumulated around Fang Changqing began to melt away like snowflakes.

Fang Changqing's swollen body gradually contracted and returned to its original state.

He gritted his teeth and suddenly threw his long knife at Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang opened his mouth wide and bit down hard on the incoming blade.

The blade was bitten into pieces, instantly losing its strength, and fell into Lin Jiang's palm.

As Fang Changqing struggled to his feet, a sharp pain shot through his lower back and abdomen.

Looking down, he saw the Imperial Advisor standing before him, casually extending his palm and striking through his abdomen.

He gritted his teeth, pulled his legs back, and kicked out fiercely in the direction of the Grand Preceptor.

The two feet landed on the Grand Preceptor, and a loud bang exploded in the air. The Grand Preceptor gracefully retreated, his expression unchanged.

Further away, several loud magical artifacts suddenly shot out, heading straight for Fang Changqing's face.

Fang Changqing swung his arm, directly using his physical body to withstand these magical treasures. Then, with a low shout, a black light wrapped in dim red burst forth from his body.

The magical artifacts cried out in surprise, scattering in all directions with a crackling sound, exploding like fireworks and creating a chaotic scene like rain.

Some of them even had black and red flames burning on top of them, and they started making strange noises and spinning around.

Old Zhao finally arrived at the battlefield riding his wooden horse. His robes fluttered in the wind, and the treasures beneath them swayed like flowing water.

"You bastard surnamed Fang, you're a real dog! Daxing has treated you well, yet you've done such an absurd thing!" Old Zhao pointed at Fang Changqing's nose and cursed.

"Everything I do is for the sake of Daxing!" Fang Changqing laughed loudly. "Old bald man! You can't kill me! You who are showing off your treasures can't kill me either! Neither of you has the ability! You two are far from being good enough!"

Fang Changqing shouted.

"Is that so?" The Grand Preceptor suddenly smiled as he said this: "If I can't kill you, there are others who can."

Upon hearing this, Fang Changqing felt a sudden unease.

like……

One person is missing.

Lin Jiang?!
Where did he go?!

The next instant, he felt an overwhelming pressure coming from behind.

Looking back, he found that Lin Jiang had appeared behind him at some point.

Lin Jiang, enveloped in Qi, flipped over and kicked Fang Changqing in the stomach.

Like shooting stars, the two fell from the sky.

Far, far away, in the sky, it looked as if a shooting star was falling from the sky.

Lin Jiang poured all his vital energy into his feet without reservation, and under his method, the calamity in Fang Changqing's body could no longer be maintained.

With his weapon gone, he could only desperately grab Lin Jiang's ankle with both hands, trying to remove his foot from his body.

But at this moment, how could Fang Changqing possibly outmaneuver Lin Jiang?
Far, far away, on the horizon, the sun had already peeked out.

The blinding sunlight made Fang Changqing lose his composure.

He turned his head to look in that direction.

The sunlight was so bright that it made his eyes water.

Fang Changqing finally let go of her hand, only taking one last look at the sun.

(End of this chapter)