Reborn as a Snake: Many Children, Many Blessings, Only I, the Green Snake Immortal

Xiao Yu's headless corpse swayed and collapsed to the ground.

The blood, which had just splattered on the scorching rocks, was instantly evaporated, and screams erupted from outside the mountain.

"Xiao Yu is dead!"

A monk leaned forward, almost unable to believe his eyes.

The grandmaster who had just been forcing that young man to retreat was now headless, his body lying beside the alchemy furnace.

The gazes of the people nearby passed over the corpse and landed on the man in blue holding the sword.

Xu Qing's chest was stained with blood, and his breathing aggravated his wounds, causing his hand holding the sword to tremble slightly.

His injuries couldn't be hidden from them, but the life force emanating from him was equally evident.

Vigorous and thriving, without a trace of decay or decay!

"What a young man..."

Someone murmured, their gaze shifting from Xiao Yuqian's emaciated body back to Xu Qing.

They had just thought that this person might be some old monster in disguise, a younger version of himself.

While appearances can be altered, the sense of decay and decline that emanates from a person can never be completely concealed.

Such a young grandmaster actually killed Xiao Yu!

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would believe it?

"Have you heard? Recently, some powerful individuals of unknown origin have appeared in various places."

A high-ranking cultivator lowered his voice.

Someone nearby immediately looked over.

Similar news has been circulating in all three dynasties in recent days.

Those people were elusive and their origins were unknown. Many of them looked young, but their strength was terrifying.

"Some say they may come from the same secret force."

The speaker looked back into the mountains, his brows furrowing.

The young man's performance certainly matched the rumors.

The thought had barely formed when someone shouted, "He's going to start the alchemy furnace!"

Inside the mountain, Xu Qing lowered his sword, stepped over Xiao Yu's corpse, and moved towards the furnace.

"Stop him!"

Several loud shouts rang out in succession, and the cultivators who were urging the formation to exert their strength once again.

The strong wind pushed the flames in front of the mountain to both sides, the battle flags were stretched straight, and a section of the mountain road that had been blocked by the fire was revealed again.

Several figures immediately crossed the front of the formation and rushed into the mountain through the gaps in the firelight.

The death of Xiao Yu is far from enough to make these grandmasters give up the rare treasure before them.

They had witnessed the outcome of the confrontation; the young man had killed someone and was also injured.

If we let him approach the alchemy furnace alone again, who knows what kind of trouble might occur?

Hearing the noise, Xu Qing turned around and saw a sharp pain in her chest and abdomen.

Several of them are second-rank officials!

The people approached from different directions. Some went straight to him, while others rushed towards the furnace from the side. In just a few steps, they squeezed away most of the space where he could continue to retreat and move.

This isn't something that can be resolved simply by killing another Xiao Yu.

Xu Qing tightened his grip on the sword and shifted his gaze to the nearby furnace.

The broken bone was still lodged diagonally under his ribs, and after the internal organs were injured, every exertion was accompanied by pain.

If he gets bogged down here, he might not even survive this round of attacks, let alone get close to the Immortal Furnace.

Retreating outwards will only take you further away from the furnace, and you'll also have to face the cultivators vying for the treasure who are coming from behind.

The stove is now unresponsive. If it falls into the hands of these people, it will be even more difficult to find another opportunity to take it away.

Xu Qing focused on the space between the two figures and moved her feet slightly to the side.

A grandmaster had already rushed to his side and pressed his palm down on his shoulder.

Another man rushed in and punched him in the chest and abdomen, clearly not intending to give him any chance to take the blows one by one.

A fierce glint flashed in Xu Qing's eyes.

Instead of stepping back, he turned his toes toward the furnace, held the Frost Sword horizontally, and met the first hand with a block.

Their palms clashed, and the swords trembled violently.

When that force struck, Xu Qing's sword-wielding arm bent inward, and his shoulders and back sank.

He twisted his body following the attack, trying to redirect his retreat towards the alchemy furnace, but the old wound in his chest and abdomen was immediately torn open, causing excruciating pain.

The second Grandmaster's fist arrived at that moment.

Xu Qing raised his other arm and placed it in front of him to block.

The force of the punch broke through the obstruction and landed solidly on his body, causing the sound of bones breaking to echo through his body.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.

He was sent flying backward by the blow, the flames in front of his eyes flickered suddenly, and the alchemy furnace had already tilted to his side.

Xu Qing gritted his teeth, exerted his strength, stepped on a rock that brushed past him, and, using the momentum that had not yet dissipated, lunged diagonally toward the furnace.

The rocks crumbled beneath his feet, and he finally broke free from the two attackers' grasp.

His chest was soaked with blood again. He staggered as he landed, his legs gave way, and he almost fell into the lava. He braced himself with his longsword.

The alchemy furnace was right in front of them.

He took half a step forward, and the massive furnace wall was now almost within reach.

Footsteps followed closely behind, and several powerful auras pressed down at once, clearly indicating that no one intended to leave him here.

Outside the mountain, the fierce winds continued to push inward.

The cultivators who had been conscripted followed and moved forward, and the Yandao Sect group had also arrived near the mountain crevice.

After the karmic fire was suppressed, the thick flames that had been obscured from view dispersed, making the alchemy furnace and the people in front of it much clearer.

Leng Feiyue stood in the formation, raised her eyes, and stared at the churning alchemy furnace.

The people around her continued to move forward, and she also took a step forward, stopping beside a rock that was exposed on the ground.

Directly facing the furnace, her gaze pierced through the gaps between the flames, remaining firmly fixed on the furnace.

Her eyes lit up as she unleashed the full power of her mastery of weapon control techniques.

The furnace roared loudly, and the hot wind blowing in my face tugged at my sleeves.

Leng Feiyue stood still, her gaze fixed on the furnace, her eyes growing brighter, and a thin layer of sweat slowly forming on her forehead.

The alchemical furnace continued to turn, lava slapping against the furnace wall and then flowing down its curved surface.

She pursed her lips and continued to activate the technique of controlling the artifact.

The flames ahead flickered, and the furnace was revealed again. The continuous roaring stopped for a moment!

But then...

An even louder roar from the furnace suddenly exploded!

Visible ripples spread from the furnace body, sweeping outwards in all directions as the Grandmasters rushed towards them.

The person closest to the victim was about to make a move, and just as he raised his arm, Ripple collided with him.

His chest jolted, and he groaned as he flew backward, crashing sideways into the outside of the mountain.

The other second-rank soldiers were also hit at the same time, their forward momentum abruptly halted.

Some tried to steady themselves by turning to the side, while others raised their arms to block, but in the end, they were all blasted away by that force.

The ripples swept over them and continued to spread beyond the mountains.

Before the grandmasters who rushed in could figure out what was happening, they felt as if they had been hit in the chest with a heavy blow, and mouthfuls of blood spurted out.

Some people slammed their knees to the ground, while others were thrown off balance and rolled away, unable to even grab onto their companions' clothes.

Several cultivators with cultivation levels below the third rank, eager for a closer position, took advantage of the suppressed fire and squeezed their way to the front.

They tried to retreat, but the ripples swept across them, and their bodies exploded into a bloody mist on the spot!

The crowd that was originally rushing into the mountains was scattered, and the shouts turned into a series of cries of pain and screams!

Xu Qing was almost pressed against the furnace wall. When several Grandmasters nearby were blasted away, the wind from their robes brushed against his face.

His clothes were still stained with blood, and he was seriously injured.

however.

He was not swayed by this shock.

When the ripples spreading from the furnace swept outwards, it was like a gentle breeze falling on him, lightly lifting the blood-stained corner of his clothes, without causing any other disturbance.

And at this time.

A familiar voice reached his ears.

"You damned Heavenly Venerable, you've finally arrived!"

"Help me! I'm going to die!"