After the witch ripped out his heart, this mortal body began to lose control.

If we don't find a way to save ourselves, we're sure to die here today!

His neck was being bitten tightly, and the blood loss and excruciating pain made his vision blur.

He bit his tongue, using the last ounce of his sanity to stay conscious and refuse to faint.

His eyes swept quickly across the entire underground palace, finally settling on the unsheathed sword at the center of the array above his head.

This sword looks ordinary, even crude.

The scabbard was pitted and rusted, with only the dragon head design on the hilt being a highlight.

The sword was trembling slightly at that moment.

Whether we live or die depends on it!

Thinking of this, Lu Changsheng slashed his thumb with his index finger, and a drop of his blood essence shot towards the sword.

The instant the essence blood touched the sword, the sword suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, illuminating the entire array on the dome.

"Aww!"

A dragon's roar reverberated throughout the underground palace, and the sword shone with golden light, already three inches from its sheath.

Seeing this, Lu Changsheng felt that there was a chance. He gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain, and used his left hand to form a hand seal to activate his sword.

The sword was fully drawn, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, and pierced straight down towards the Baihui acupoint on the top of the demoness's head!

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. The demoness clearly hadn't expected that he would still have a backup plan even after losing his arm and combat power.

She suddenly looked up and hastily channeled her demonic energy to form a black shield above her head.

She is now forcibly using demonic energy.

They were further suppressed by the black iron chains and jade pendants.

How could it withstand a sword enhanced by an array?

The moment the black shield touched the tip of the sword, it was shattered by the fierce sword force.

"Bang!"

"No!"

A sharp scream echoed through the empty underground palace as Lu Changsheng was violently thrown away.

The three-foot-long sword pierced through the demoness's brow and emerged from her skull!

A large amount of black energy gushed out from between her eyebrows.

Yu Jue had somehow broken free from her bone claws and was quietly hovering above her head, absorbing all the black energy.

As the black aura continued to leave her body, her skin visibly withered away.

In just a few dozen breaths, she became a withered old woman.

They stood frozen in place, motionless, as if they were dead.

Lu Changsheng finally breathed a slight sigh of relief, and with difficulty, he took out two blood-replenishing pills from his pocket and swallowed them with trembling hands.

After this battle, he was severely depleted of both qi and blood; if he didn't take medication, he probably wouldn't make it out of here.

As the elixir entered his stomach, a warm current rose from his dantian and slowly spread throughout his body.

If nothing unexpected happens, he should recover soon.

But at that moment, the old woman on the high platform suddenly moved!

Her bloodshot eyes glanced at him at an odd angle.

Blood seeped from all seven orifices, and he uttered muffled, venomous sounds.

"The successor of the Xuantian Dao Sect~"

It's finally here!!!

Great! Okay!

New and old grudges!

today,

Settle them all down at once!

Lu Changsheng saw that this demoness was still alive.

With a tap of his storage bag, a dozen or so flying swords were instantly summoned.

With a sharp edge, it thrust straight forward, determined to turn her into a hornet's nest.

"court death!"

The demoness's loud shout rang out, but her tone couldn't hide her extreme weakness.

Her current condition is not optimistic either.

His hands and feet were tightly bound by black iron chains, making it impossible for him to move even an inch.

The sword between her brows sealed most of her cultivation, greatly reducing her combat power!

The jade pendant above her head was both suppressing her soul and frantically absorbing the demonic energy from her body.

Lu Changsheng's attack might be the last straw that breaks the camel's back, causing her to be utterly annihilated.

"Let's give it our all!"

The enchantress's roar echoed.

……

Unexpected changes occurred.

The entire underground palace changed its appearance in an instant!

The once magnificent palace has been transformed into a dilapidated and decaying black cavern.

The smooth, green jade bricks have been replaced by a ground littered with white bones.

The once-white jade pillar has become a rough stone pillar riddled with cracks.

The high platform where the demoness stood had also become a pile of white bones.

Amidst the pile of bones, the demoness bled from her seven orifices.

She gripped the sword that pierced her skull with both hands, and a large amount of demonic energy flowed out from the pile of bones and continuously merged into her body, replenishing her depleted demonic energy.

Several ghostly figures appeared in front of her, blocking all the flying sword attacks for her.

"Whether this thousand-year-old plan will succeed depends on today!"

The demoness spoke excitedly, and as a large amount of demonic energy from the pile of bones entered her body, her cultivation level was rising steadily.

Two breaths later, she gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands and exerted force simultaneously.

He pulled the sword that was piercing his head out inch by inch.

Seeing this, Lu Changsheng struggled to his feet, picked up the severed arm from the ground, and tried to take the opportunity to escape.

But unexpectedly,

After taking only a few steps,

A skeletal claw pierced his heart from behind!

At the same time, the devil's whispers reached my ears.

"Just go with peace of mind."

From now on, I will continue to live in your place!

……

It is inauspicious to travel on the fourth day of the third lunar month.

When Lu Changsheng opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on an old bed in a dilapidated house.

Shaking his dazed head, he got up and saw that it really was his own room.

What catches the eye is an old quilt covered in patches and faded from washing.

Besides a broken table with only three legs and two stools that were about to fall apart, there was nothing else in the room.

"Isn't I dead?"

Rubbing his head, he seemed to remember something.

He suddenly looked down at his right arm.

My arm is still there!

All his injuries have healed.

Could it be that none of that was real?

Just a nightmare.

He tried circulating his spiritual energy, and his aura immediately reached its peak.

A sudden, dull, stinging pain shot through his right arm, as if reminding him that it had all actually happened.

Just as I was trying to recall, a flood of memories that weren't mine rushed into my head, making my head ache as if it were about to explode.

Lu Changsheng banged his head a few times, leaned against the headboard to catch his breath, and felt a throbbing pain in his right arm.

He subconsciously reached for the headboard and pulled out a few dried calming herbs from his storage bag.

He used his fingertips to knead the dough into thin strands, then casually rolled a blank talisman into a thin roll and held it in his mouth.

With his left hand shielding the wind and his right hand forming a hand seal to light the cigarette, a pale blue flame ignited, lighting the homemade cigarette.

The faint blue smoke entered my lungs, and the cool spiritual energy slowly dissipated, finally suppressing the dull pain in my right arm and the chaos in my mind.

But when he saw the sword floating in mid-air beside the bed, he was completely stunned.

It is the very sword from the ancient tomb!

Since the sword is here, everything that happened in the ancient tomb is real!

Why didn't I die? What exactly happened? Where did that demoness from the ancient tomb go?

With countless questions swirling in his mind, Lu Changsheng made a single gesture, and the sword fell directly into his hand.

Strangely, the sword felt unusually close to him, like an old friend he hadn't seen for years.

A golden light silently entered his sea of ​​consciousness, followed by a voice.

"To survive, you must cultivate the Chaotic Creation Technique!"

"Who is speaking?"

Lu Changsheng questioned the other party sternly in his heart, but there was no response.

A detailed manual of the technique appeared in my mind.

He studied it cautiously, with a sense of skepticism.

Cultivating the Chaotic Creation Technique requires the combined power of the five elements to achieve harmony, and only those with mixed spiritual roots can cultivate it.

Because the power of the five elements within a mixed spiritual root is quite mixed, it is almost impossible for it to break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm.

There is only one possible solution.

The body is tempered by heavenly lightning, and its potential is fully unleashed through powerful external force.