Immortality and Cultivation: Starting with Improved Spirit Rice

Chapter 95 I am Qi Zhong, a true disciple of Tongming Mountain

The boy laughed in anger, his withered face twitching violently: "When I skin you alive and process you raw, let's see if you'll still be so stubborn then."

Luo Qingyi chuckled, her delicate features revealing undisguised disdain.

"If you're so capable, come and try it."

Taking advantage of the brief pause in their conversation, Zhao Cheng'an didn't remain idle for a moment.

He endured the excruciating pain in his mind and once again activated the Chaotic Divination Formula in his Niwan Palace, transforming it into an invisible divine thought attack that struck the servant parasitized by the Heavenly Demon in the distance.

The Heavenly Demon has no physical form. Although it is immune to ordinary Five Elements spells and physical attacks, it is obviously more severely damaged by arithmetic attacks of divine sense.

"ah""

A piercing scream echoed from the void.

The black mist boiled violently.

Ning Zixu was extremely experienced in combat and seized the opportunity instantly, striking with his blade.

A flash of gleaming blade decapitated the servant.

The head, now devoid of its body, darted around in mid-air like a deflated balloon, emitting sharp screams, while billowing black smoke gushed from the wound.

Zhao Cheng'an gritted his teeth and unleashed another Chaotic Divination Technique.

With a bang.

The head exploded in mid-air like a rotten watermelon, and the parasitic demon inside was instantly reduced to ashes under the violent mental impact.

The servant was just an ordinary mortal without any spiritual energy. The Heavenly Demon had already exhausted a great deal of power when he fought Ning Zixu, which gave Zhao Chengan the opportunity to kill him with one blow.

Even so, Zhao Cheng'an felt a splitting headache, as if countless steel needles were violently churning inside his brain.

His face was deathly pale, large drops of cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and he swayed, almost collapsing to the ground.

Even Luo Qingyi, who was arguing with the boy nearby, was startled and quickly reached out to support him.

"Fellow Daoist, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Cheng'an weakly waved his hand, "I won't die yet."

Although they managed to defeat one of the Heavenly Demons, the situation has only worsened.

Thick, purplish-red poisonous miasma filled the surroundings. Yan San Niang's figure had completely disappeared into the mist. Only faint, indistinct laughter could be heard from all directions, interfering with everyone's senses.

The short boy, though his natal corpse puppet was destroyed, seemed to have an even more trump card up his sleeve.

His body was rapidly expanding and deforming within the dense miasma, his bones cracking with a teeth-grinding sound. Heavy, greedy breathing echoed across the battlefield, and a terrifying silhouette gradually took shape in the mist.

This demonic cultivator seems to have refined his own physical body into a monster similar to a corpse puppet.

Ning Zixu, enveloped in a faint golden light, stepped forward without hesitation and plunged into the poison.

He stood in front of Zhao Cheng'an and Luo Qingyi, his sword held high, and without turning his head, he hissed, "Run! Run as far away as you can!"

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"If this continues, once the miasma around us becomes dense enough and our escape route is completely blocked, or if the other demonic cultivators arrive as reinforcements, all three of us will die here."

Luo Qingyi was taken aback upon hearing this.

Zhao Cheng'an asked anxiously, "Then what are you going to do?"

Ning Zixu gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his resolve becoming more resolute than ever before.

"There's no time to think about that much."

Back in the Imperial Academy, his master and senior classmates died in a surprise attack by the demonic cultivators of the Hunyuan Cave because they didn't have time to switch their runes. This incident appeared in his dreams countless times, which instilled in Ning Zixu the habit of considering all possibilities before acting.

Long before the immortal boat entered the restricted area of ​​the withered sea, he had already switched the true spirit runes in his body and was ready to fight at any time.

Fortunately, this time it was finally in time.

His fighting spirit surged wildly, and his pupils seemed to burn with a ball of pitch-black flame.

"Slap, slap, slap."

A burst of crisp applause suddenly came from the depths of the mist.

A handsome young man, but with a face as pale as paper, slowly walked out.

He held a folding fan with a skeleton made of white bones and a fan surface made of human skin. The poisonous miasma around him automatically dispersed to both sides as he moved.

The young man laughed sinisterly.

"What a heroic spirit!"

"Unfortunately, being a hero in the cultivation world comes at a price. Are you prepared to pay that price?"

Before the words were finished, three more figures exuding powerful auras slowly emerged from the shadows.

One of them was two meters tall, with a deformed and swollen left arm that was eerily black, covered with dense, barbed scales that constantly oozed green pus.

The other person was emaciated, wearing a dirty gray Taoist robe. His eyes were just two dark, empty sockets, and dark red blood kept flowing down his cheeks and dripping onto his chest.

The last person was an old woman with a hunchback, leaning shakily on a cane with a snake's head.

In her arms, she always held a dark-colored pottery urn sealed with yellow talisman paper. From inside came rustling crawling sounds that sent chills down one's spine.

Zhao Cheng'an endured the stinging pain between his eyebrows, opened his Heavenly Eye again, and used the Microscopic Observation Algorithm to scan the group of people.

His expression instantly turned incredibly bitter.

These three newly appeared demonic cultivators possessed incredibly powerful spiritual energy fluctuations, and all of them were at the peak of the Qi Refining stage.

This is far beyond what they can currently handle.

Luo Qingyi, standing beside him, was also pale-faced, her slender shoulders trembling slightly as she tried to appear calm.

Only Ning Zixu remained calm, seemingly having completely disregarded his own life and death.

The burly, deformed demonic cultivator spoke in a deep, gruff voice: "Why waste time chatting with these kids? Let's kill them quickly and use that girl's head as a snack."

The short boy immediately shouted, "That woman is mine! She ruined my treasure, I'm going to turn her into a new corpse puppet!"

The burly man sneered, a fierce glint in his eyes: "What, you shorty, are you going to fight me?"

The boy's face twisted slightly, seemingly unwilling, but ultimately he was still wary of the other party's strength and did not say anything more.

Instead, the hunchbacked old woman looked around, a hint of surprise on her face. "Strange, Liu Ergou..."

Where are Wu the One-Eyed, the Old Taoist Priest Huai Gu, and the others?

"Didn't we agree to meet here together? Why haven't we seen them yet? Could something have happened to the three of them?"

"Hahaha!"

No sooner had the old woman finished speaking than a burst of extremely powerful and unrestrained laughter echoed from all directions, causing the expressions of the several demonic cultivators to change drastically. "No need to look anymore, they're all here with me."

"It's a pity they can't meet you alive. But don't be sad, I'll send you on your way later, and you can reunite in the underworld!"

Boom!

With a loud explosion, the wall on one side of the corridor shattered.

Amidst the billowing dust, an extremely burly figure strode out.

This man was tall with a square face and a carefree, unrestrained smile. However, his bright, clear eyes shone with a sharp light, making him appear extremely dignified.

In his large, open hand, he was now gripping three bloodied, grotesque heads with their eyes wide open in death.

The bloody scene made him look like a ferocious monster.

This person is none other than Qi Zhong, a true disciple of Tongming Mountain!