Trading the heavens starting from immortality

A moment ago.

On a moonlit night, the moonlight was as clear as water.

Thousands of desert bandits and demons lay dead on the ground, their blood flowing freely, staining large swathes of desert red and filling the air with the stench of blood.

In mid-air, ten enormous flying yakshas were firmly bound by a golden rope adorned with several purple-gold bells. They struggled and roared, trying to fly away, but unfortunately, the other end of the rope was firmly held by Senior Sister Mo. The Heavenly Rooster Supreme Yang Rope was, after all, a high-grade magic weapon, and even if it only revealed less than one-thousandth of its power, it was enough to bind these flying yakshas.

The silver longsword and the pink longsword clashed fiercely, like two dragons fighting, their battle extremely intense.

With the deaths of these bandits and demons, no one else could influence the actions of Senior Sister Mo and the other inner disciples. The Crimson Prince was also trapped by Senior Sister Mo and the others' sword formation, forcing him to withdraw his spirit sword and return to defend. At this moment, his robes continuously emitted clusters of pink light, like a pink sphere of light protecting him. Even when numerous spirit swords collided with the pink barrier, only ripples appeared on its surface.

Among these sword lights, the silver sword light was the most ferocious, capable of shaking the barrier, but this silver sword light was blocked by a pink spirit sword every time.

"Even a cornered beast will fight! Gentlemen, this demon can't hold out much longer. Let's intensify our attack!"

Senior Sister Mo's beautiful eyes couldn't hide her excitement.

Once she kills this beautiful prince and receives the "Yin Yang Longevity Pill" as a reward, there will be no further obstacles for her to enter the realm of supernatural powers.

"Can."

Yuan Jiankong nodded.

The current Prince Consort is now a caged beast, having exhausted all his tricks and can only passively defend himself; his defeat is only a matter of time.

The other four inner disciples had no objections either. After all, Senior Sister Mo had an excellent relationship with that person from Tiandu Peak, and they didn't want to provoke that number one true disciple.

Under the mental control of the six inner disciples, the tips of the six flying swords converged at a single point, simultaneously hurtling towards the pink barrier surrounding the Crimson Prince, about to pierce it. At the same time, as the ten Flying Yakshas fell to the ground, Senior Sister Mo once again unleashed the Heavenly Rooster Supreme Yang Rope, intending to completely shatter the barrier surrounding the Crimson Prince and utterly kill this disciple of the Red Dust Demon Sect.

"Heh! The moment we've finally waited for has arrived! Ascended disciples, your death is nigh!"

Upon seeing this, the Crown Prince's eyes flashed with a shrewd light, and his expression turned cruel.

"Die, Your Highness!"

Suddenly, a pink ball of light appeared in his hand, which he hurled at the six spirit swords. The ball exploded outside the barrier, turning into thousands of red smoke trails and hundreds of demonic shadows that entangled everyone present and the spirit weapons.

This thunderbolt is called "Six Desires Yin Thunder." To obtain one, one must slaughter hundreds of people, collect their resentment and yin spirits before their deaths, and absorb poison from the most hidden places underground for decades to condense it into an extremely yin and poisonous item. Finally, it is integrated with yin and yang thunder to finally condense into a thunderbolt. Once it explodes, it can not only pollute the blood and spirit within the spiritual artifact, but also the poisonous souls and resentment it contains, but it can also frantically impact and pollute the spiritual world of people.

The "Six Desires Yin Thunder" is an extremely precious and deadly weapon, even within the Demonic Sect!

boom!

As the Six Desires Yin Thunder exploded, Yuan Jiankong, Senior Sister Mo, and the others were also stunned for a moment. In the pink light, hundreds and thousands of Yin spirits and vengeful ghosts appeared, like billowing black smoke, rushing towards everyone and the magic weapons.

The poisonous soul seeped into the spirit sword, corrupting its blood and spirit. This caused inner disciples like Yuan Jiankong and Senior Sister Mo to feel a sharp pain in their spirits and simultaneously lose control of their flying spirit swords.

Ding ding ding!

The sound of the flying sword falling echoed for miles.

Even Yuan Jiankong's top-grade spiritual weapon flying sword, under the siege of many poisonous souls, eventually swayed and fell to the ground, writhing like a silver snake.

At the same time, hundreds of poisonous souls roared in, swarming towards Senior Sister Mo and the others, and entering their mental world.

Apart from Yuan Jiankong, Senior Sister Mo, and other disciples who had reached the Divine Transformation Realm, all the disciples in the arena who were attacked by the Poison Soul suffered a sharp pain in their heads, their mental world was damaged, and they lost consciousness.

It should be understood that these poisonous souls were refined by a master of the demonic path, capable of devouring the spirits of others. If they reside within another's body for an extended period, they can completely consume a person's spirit, turning them into a dried-up, idiotic corpse. Even ordinary disciples at the Divine Transformation Realm, whose spirits are far stronger than those of ordinary people, would find it difficult to withstand them without the protection of defensive magical artifacts or treasures.

"My Silver Serpent Sword!"

At this moment, there was still one person in the arena who had not yet been corrupted by the poisonous soul—Yuan Jiankong, because he was wearing a magical robe called "Golden Jade Robe." Defensive magical robes are often more valuable than offensive ones.

Yuan Jiankong was reluctant to part with the Silver Serpent Sword because this top-grade spiritual sword was the main source of his strength and the key to his becoming a disciple of the Yuhua Sect's Mountain and River Ranking. Once lost, with his current strength, it would be impossible for him to enter the top ten in the annual Mountain and River Ranking competition a few months later. Only by entering the top ten could one enter the Mountain and River Ranking and become a figure whose status was almost comparable to that of a true disciple of a divine power.

Although Yuan Jiankong wanted to seize his Silver Serpent Sword, he was discovered by the Red-Pink Prince and had no choice but to flee. The Red-Pink Prince's top-grade spiritual weapon flying sword was unaffected by the "Six Desires Yin Thunder." Without the flying sword, Yuan Jiankong was no match for him and could only hurry back to his sect for help.

Senior Sister Mo managed to protect her heart and spirit with the magic power of the "Heavenly Rooster Yang-Supporting Rope," but her body was already immobilized due to the influence of the poisonous soul.

The hundreds of poisonous souls inside the arena had all burrowed into the minds of these Feathered Immortal Sect disciples, devouring their spirits and making their faces even paler due to the excessive consumption of their vital energy.

However, the Crown Prince was not having an easy time either. After fighting with so many inner disciples of the Feather Sect for so long, even with the protection of his magical artifact robe, he was still severely injured and could barely walk.

"Little beauties, you're out of options this time! Although the Heavenly Rooster Yang Rope is a treasure, if you can unleash even a tenth of its power, the Six Desires Yin Thunder will be no match for you... In the end, I, the Crown Prince, have the last laugh. Once I recover from my injuries, I will take you back and enjoy you to my heart's content! Hahahaha..." The Crimson Prince said smugly, looking at the female disciples of the Feathered Immortal Sect who were sitting on the ground, unable to move.

Just thinking about that incredibly beautiful scene makes him restless.

Unfortunately, Yuan Jiankong escaped because he possessed a magical robe, and two others, including a delicate female disciple, escaped while chasing bandits. Otherwise, this group of Yuhua disciples would have been completely wiped out by the Red-Pink Prince!

Although he didn't completely wipe out these Yuhua disciples, the unconscious Yuhua disciples, their flying swords, and even a magical artifact had all become his spoils of war... In short, this time, the Red-Pink Prince had executed a near-perfect ambush!

"Red-Pink Prince, how dare you! Let me tell you the truth, this magic weapon is one I borrowed from the first true disciple of the Feathered Ascension Sect. If you know what's good for you, leave quickly, otherwise when Senior Brother Hua arrives, even if you are a thousand times stronger, you will still be killed!!" Seeing the Red-Pink Prince getting closer and closer, Senior Sister Mo couldn't help but shout.

"Oh? Since Hua Tian is so powerful, does he dare to come to the Red Dust Demon Sect to find me? If so, I'll respect him as a man! Heh! Are you only allowed to kill me, but not me to kill you?" the Red Powder Prince said disdainfully.

Upon hearing this, Senior Sister Mo fell silent. A Demon Sect stronghold—who knows how many ancient giants from the Longevity Realm resided there? No matter how powerful Senior Brother Hua was, he would be no match for these giants.

"Little beauty, accept your fate! This prince won't be polite with this treasure!"

The Crimson Prince drew ever closer, intent on snatching the precious artifact from Senior Sister Mo's hand. Even for a true disciple, such an artifact was extremely valuable. Yuan Jiankong had already escaped and would undoubtedly be heading to the Feathered Ascension Sect for reinforcements. He needed to dispose of his "spoils of war" as quickly as possible.

Seeing the other party approach, Senior Sister Mo's expression hardened, and she opened her mouth and spat out a red and blue bead that suddenly flew out of her mouth, which then detonated abruptly when it came into contact with the red-pink prince's robe.

boom!

Although the self-destruction of the magical artifact did not kill the Red Powder Prince, the force of the explosion still sent him flying more than three zhang away, tearing through his spiritual armor and injuring him.

At this moment, Senior Sister Mo had exhausted all her methods and had resigned herself to her fate.

"Damn it! Little beauty, let's see just how many tricks you have up your sleeve!"

The Crimson Prince staggered to his feet. Although his robes had protected the Water-Fire Pearl, its owner had unexpectedly allowed it to self-destruct, inflicting minor injuries. This little beauty had a fiery temper; once his injuries healed, he was determined to pamper her thoroughly!

at this time,

boom!

A phantom streaked across from several miles away at incredible speed, covering a distance of a thousand feet in just a few moments. Its terrifying speed even created a sonic boom in the surrounding air.

"who!"

The Crown Prince's expression suddenly changed, and the Red Desire Sword circled around him. But at that moment, he suddenly saw a gaze as deep as an abyss and as vast as a galaxy, and he was stunned for a moment.

puff!

A cold glint flashed, and a splatter of blood appeared.

When the prince regained his senses, he saw his vision spinning and blurring, and a headless body dressed in pink fell to the ground...

It was Fang Han who made the move; he had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time!

Even though the Red-Pink Prince was wearing a magical robe, his magical power had been almost completely depleted over time. Taking advantage of the moment when Senior Sister Mo used the Water-Fire Pearl to break through the Red-Pink Prince's defenses and before he could generate new power, she unleashed her full strength and attacked fiercely. During the attack, she used the "Soul-Seizing Technique" to bewitch the prince's mind, and finally beheaded him with a single sword strike, killing him completely.

Fang Han only had one chance to strike. If the Red-Pink Prince recovered some of his strength, he would be extremely difficult to kill, especially since the Red-Pink Prince's magical robe could levitate in the sky.

However, if a single strike fails to kill the opponent, even with unparalleled martial arts skills, the ultimate fate of a top-grade spiritual weapon flying sword is certain death without its protection. After all, no matter how fast one is, it cannot outrun a flying sword controlled by one's mind and spirit...

This move truly exemplifies the saying "fortune favors the bold"!