The path to immortality through martial arts begins with being forced into marriage!

A heavy feeling instantly spread out from him, and the surrounding air seemed to turn into a swamp, drastically reducing the speed of the whistling talismans and sword energy!

The telekinetic energy created a gravitational field within a few meters of Cui Yi's body, slowing down everything except himself, including his true energy, by dozens of times!

Although with his current psychic reserves, he could only maintain it for a few seconds, it was enough!

Cui Yi flashed, dodging the attack of the soaring sword energy, while the true energy attack formed by the countless talismans was completely enveloped by the vast true energy!

It's like a flame being cut off from oxygen, slowly extinguished in endless suffocation!

"This is... momentum?!"

The scarred monk was horrified and speechless.

He was far away and naturally outside of Cui Yi's sphere of influence.

Therefore, he witnessed this horrifying scene the entire time!

The ability to generate momentum is a realm that can usually only be initially explored by cultivators at the Core Formation stage!

Even cultivators at the Golden Core stage might not be able to fully master it!

Cui Yi didn't answer, and just did the same thing again!

The White Bone Soul-Slaying Nails obtained from the Bone Demon transformed into streaks of light, instantly piercing through the scholar's body!

At the same time, the opponent's soul was also annihilated!

The scarred monk was already terrified and was about to turn and run away when he saw that things were not going well.

"Since you're here, why rush to leave?"

Cui Yi's calm voice sounded behind him.

With a telekinetic pull, the scarred cultivator's body was frozen in place!

Even as Cui Yi approached the ashen-faced, scarred cultivator, he did not move an inch.

It's not that we dare not move, it's that we cannot move!

For cultivators, the formless and intangible power of thought is something they have never seen before.

They didn't know how to deal with it, let alone how to resolve it.

Such a direct attack on the soul would deter any cultivator from making a rash move!

Cui Yi raised the tip of his sword, Qieman, and gently touched the scarred cultivator's throat.

The icy sword energy stung his skin, and the scarred cultivator froze, not even daring to swallow: "Young...young hero, please spare me!"

"Judging from the way the three of them work together, it doesn't seem like they're first-time offenders."

"If this tacit understanding were used for good, joining any faction would be enough for peaceful cultivation. Why bother doing such cannibalistic things in this dog-eat-dog world?"

The sword tip moved forward slightly, and a thin line of blood immediately seeped from the scarred cultivator's neck.

"We...we were forced into this situation..."

The scarred cultivator's voice trembled, and his eyes darted around. "In the Northern Territory, the monsters are ferocious, and the disciples of the major sects look down on us rogue cultivators with no roots."

"Respectable jobs are either controlled by large mercenary groups or the pay is pitifully low."

"The three of us brothers have been stuck at a bottleneck in our cultivation for many years. We have no resources, no backers, and our path to enlightenment seems hopeless."

He seemed to have found an excuse, and his speech quickened: "The first time we took action was out of necessity. That guy wanted to keep the spiritual herb we found all to himself."

"Later, we discovered that this looting was faster than the hard work of hunting demons!"

"One successful strike is enough for us to cultivate for several months."

"In this godforsaken place, who doesn't have blood on their hands?"

"The law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, is the way of nature!"

Cui Yi listened without showing the slightest emotion.

"Survival of the fittest, that's true."

"So, it's only natural that you encountered me today and were killed by me, isn't it?"

The scarred monk trembled and fell silent.

"If resources are insufficient, then rob monsters or take on more dangerous missions; that's also a way to survive through one's own abilities."

Cui Yi's gaze grew cold. "But what you chose was to plunder your own kind, to pave your own path by stepping on the corpses of others."

"No matter how chaotic the North is, it is not a reason for you to be parasites with a clear conscience."

With a slight flick of his wrist, the sword emitted a low hum, its energy fluctuating erratically.

laugh!

A soft sound.

Cui Yi will retract his hand just now, a drop of crimson blooming on the scarred cultivator's throat!

The other man's eyes were wide open, and he was making gurgling noises in his throat, but his throat had been slit open, so he couldn't make a sound.

In the end, he could only collapse limply, his breath completely cut off.

Without even glancing at the corpses on the ground, Cui Yi raised his hand and swept all three bodies into the pagoda.

The refining process began instantly, and within half an hour, the corpse was completely refined, leaving only three storage rings filled to the brim.

Three late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators actually granted Cui Yi two hundred and forty hundred years of lifespan!

Due to the special properties of the Divine Devouring Heaven Technique, Cui Yi's true energy became more solid while gaining lifespan.

Roughly calculated, it was equivalent to several months of hard training, and even the dantian and qi sea had expanded slightly.

Having lost three lives at his hands, Cui Yi felt no sorrow of being discarded like a rabbit after its hunt is over, only endless peace.

After killing so many people, you stop feeling anything.

Especially for those who also have blood on their hands, the big fish eat the small fish, and the small fish eat the shrimp.

Perhaps the world is truly as they say: without strength, one can only be suppressed and devoured.

What made Cui Yi even more helpless was that, in addition to these three people, he was robbed twice in a row within a few days!

The deeper one goes into the North, the more common this situation becomes.

It is no exaggeration to say that this place is the most treacherous place in the entire cultivation world!

The saying "Man dies for wealth, birds die for food" is perfectly illustrated here!

Cui Yi remained calm, knowing that although his aura appeared weak, his combat strength was not.

The cultivators at the Core Formation stage are all deeper inside, on the outer perimeter; he is the biggest fish there.

Why not take advantage of the shrimp that are delivered to your door to fill your stomach?

For the next two weeks, Cui Yi slaughtered monsters almost frantically.

As a result, the density of nearby monsters has decreased significantly, and the efficiency of acquiring lifespan has been greatly reduced.

His lifespan also soared to seven hundred years!

The true energy within his body continued to condense and refine amidst the constant killing, even giving the impression that it was about to liquefy.

However, even with his true qi at its peak, Cui Yi's dantian remained perfectly stable, showing no signs of breaking through to the Core Formation realm.

It was as if his cultivation level was welded to the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment Realm!

After failing to detect any demonic beast aura for several hours, Cui Yi, too lazy to waste any more time searching for it, simply entered the Floating Pagoda to begin fusing martial arts techniques.

In the second level of the pagoda.

Cui Yi combined the light orbs of the Three Demon-Subduing Techniques with the Black Fiend Wolf Soul Technique he obtained from Cao Xiong.

With a thought, the pagoda in his sea of ​​consciousness seemed to sense his desire to deduce, and trembled slightly.

"Ding! This simulation is estimated to consume one hundred years of your lifespan! Continue?"

"continue!"

boom!

After the Floating Pagoda extracted a hundred years of lifespan from Cui Yi, it began its deductions!