My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

Above the sea of ​​blood, the aftershocks of the three-month battle had not yet dissipated, and the viscous blood waves continued to churn.

Meng Chuan and Ming He faced each other across a thousand miles, both with unstable auras and still bearing the marks of their wounds.

"Youngster, as long as this sea of ​​blood never dries up, I will never die. You cannot kill me today; when your strength is exhausted, that will be your end!"

Styx hissed and sneered, Yuan Tu Abi trembled slightly beside him, and a sea of ​​blood surged beneath his feet, with countless illusory figures of the Blood God rising and falling, ready to pounce.

Meng Chuan did not respond.

He glanced coldly at the Styx River, the remnants of the God-Slaying Spear in his palm transformed into a dark red stream of light and disappeared into his dantian. He turned around and took a step forward.

The Xuanhuang Daoist rhythm of the Qiankun Ruler flowed, and the void in front of him cracked in response.

He stepped inside and disappeared.

Styx was taken aback, then burst into wild laughter: "Hahaha! Scared? Knowing you can't kill me, you're running away with your tail between your legs? You coward!"

Laughter echoed above the sea of ​​blood, but there was no response.

Only the waves of blood crashed against the void, echoing hollowly.

Meng Chuan did not go far.

He went straight back to the nameless valley at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

The valley remained tranquil. The pool was crystal clear, the branches of the crooked tree swayed gently, and new petals fell onto the stone table.

He walked to the edge of the pool and sat down cross-legged.

The Hunyuan Golden Cauldron flew out from between his eyebrows, hovering above his head, its clear light purifying the blood filth and residual killing intent that clung to his body.

The Sea-Stabilizing Pearl slowly rotated in the dantian, evolving into the rudiments of the heavens and stabilizing the foundation of the Dao.

The Golden Dragon Scissors and the God-Slaying Spear rose and fell, their sharpness and killing intent subtly concealed.

Then he closed his eyes.

The seventh stage of the Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique flowed slowly through my heart.

Having just entered the seventh stage, his physical body is already comparable to that of a Great Luo Immortal of the Witch Clan who has not cultivated their primordial spirit.

The physical body at the mid-seventh stage corresponds to the mid-stage Great Luo realm of the Witch Clan.

Once the physical body breaks through, and both the primordial spirit and the physical body reach the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm, the combined power of the two, along with various spiritual treasures and Dao principles, will undergo a qualitative change in combat strength.

Meng Chuan focused his mind on cultivation.

The body's vital energy and blood burned like in a furnace, and the bones emitted a muffled, thunderous sound.

Cultivation knows no time.

Flowers bloom and fade in the valley, the water level rises and falls, repeating this cycle nine times.

Nine years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Meng Chuan's blood and qi suddenly surged, dense golden-red Dao patterns appeared under his skin, his bones turned into jade, and his internal organs resonated, emitting a grand Dao sound.

Within his dantian, the dark golden aura suddenly expanded, its rotation speed increasing tenfold!

The rainbow bridge formed by the five elements in the chest connects heaven and earth, and is completely linked with the three flower phantoms above the head.

boom--!!

A powerful, domineering, and pure physical pressure erupted from his body!

The valley trembled, the pool water surged skyward, the crooked tree rustled its leaves, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of the stone table.

The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, seventh stage, mid-stage, complete!

Meng Chuan opened his eyes, his pupils flashing with a mixture of gold and crimson before instantly disappearing.

He slowly stood up and clenched his fist.

Without using any magical power, relying solely on the strength of his physical body, he gently squeezed his palm, causing the air in his palm to explode and produce a low sonic boom.

His skin had a subtle, understated golden sheen, seemingly ordinary, but only he knew the immense power contained within this body at that moment.

After his primordial spirit advanced to the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm, his physical body also officially entered the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm.

At this point, both his primordial spirit and physical body had reached the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm!

"The Styx River, it's time to end this."

Meng Chuan took a step forward, and his figure was already outside the valley.

He cleaved through the void with the Qiankun Ruler and stepped into it. When he reappeared, he was already above the Netherworld Blood Sea.

The sea of ​​blood remains, and the stench of blood still lingers.

Meng Chuan stood in mid-air, unleashing his mid-stage Great Luo Primordial Spirit pressure and physical blood and qi without any concealment, causing a huge dent in the sea of ​​blood below.

"Styx, come out here!"

His voice was indifferent, yet it was like a thunderclap from the heavens, resounding in every corner of the sea of ​​blood.

At the center of the sea of ​​blood, a towering column of blood shot into the sky.

Styx emerged from the waves, his blood-red robes fluttering, his scarlet eyes fixed on Meng Chuan, first with shock, then with malice.

"Young man, nine years have passed, and your courage has certainly grown. What, do you think that just because your physical body has improved slightly, you can do anything to me?"

He sensed the changes in Meng Chuan's physical body; the pressure of his blood and qi was indeed much stronger than before.

But so what?

As long as the sea of ​​blood never dries up, he will never die! This is an ironclad rule!

"Hand over the other half of the God-Slaying Spear, and I'll spare your life," Meng Chuan said calmly.

Styx was taken aback for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter full of sarcasm and resentment.

"Hahaha! Spare my life? You? Junior, even if you could kill me, I'd rather destroy this spear than give it to you!"

He reached into the sea of ​​blood and grabbed a piece of dark red light that broke through the waves and landed in his palm.

It was a spearhead nearly three feet long, entirely black, with a thick, blood-like dark red light flowing from the blade. Its ferocious killing intent was almost tangible, causing the surrounding sea of ​​blood to boil and wail.

The spear tip and the remaining spear shaft in Meng Chuan's hand originated from the same source, and now they resonate with each other, emitting a buzzing sound that yearns to reunite.

This is precisely the tip of the God-Slaying Spear.

When Rahu self-destructed, the God-Slaying Spear broke, and most of its tip fell into the sea of ​​blood, where it was obtained by the Styx River and nurtured to this day.

"Did you see that, kid?"

Styx held the tip of his spear and deliberately waved it in front of Meng Chuan, a provocative grin on his face.

"This is the tip of the God-Slaying Spear, a supreme weapon of slaughter! I have nurtured it for many years, and our minds are now perfectly aligned! You want it? Come and take it!"

He suddenly pointed the gun at Meng Chuan and shouted, "Let's see if you have the ability!"

Meng Chuan's eyes turned completely cold.

"Stubborn and obstinate."

He uttered those four words and then moved.

Without using any magical treasures, he simply took a step and his figure was already a hundred feet in front of Styx.

He clenched his right fist and threw a punch at Styx's face!

The fist was thrown, but silently.

However, wherever the fist passed, space shattered like glass. Before the force of the punch even arrived, a terrifying gale had already torn apart Styx's blood-red robe, causing his skin to sting!

"Arrogant!"

The Styx River roared, and the Yuan Tu Sword was drawn, transforming into a hundred-foot-long scarlet sword light to meet the fist.

At the same time, the tip of his left hand flicked, and a dark red spear light shot out first, piercing straight into Meng Chuan's heart!

He actually wanted to trade his injury for another, using the sharpness of the God-Slaying Spear to force Meng Chuan to return to defense.

However, Meng Chuan neither dodged nor avoided the situation.

The fist and the sword light of Yuan Tu collided fiercely!

clang--!!

A deafening clang of metal rang out, and the Yuan Tu sword light trembled violently, actually being blasted back by a punch!

Styx groaned, his right arm holding the sword trembled violently, and his tiger's mouth split open, with dark red blood seeping out.

The dark red spear light pierced Meng Chuan's heart.

The spear tip penetrated three inches into the flesh, but could not go any further.

At Meng Chuan's chest, beneath his pale golden skin, patterns flowed, and his muscles and bones writhed on their own, actually wedging the spear tip firmly!

"What?!"

Styx's pupils contracted sharply.

He knew all too well the sharpness of the god-slaying spear.

But at this moment, it can only penetrate three inches into the flesh?

This physical body... is ridiculously strong!

"Here you go."

Meng Chuan's left hand shot out like lightning, grabbed the tip of the gun, and pulled it out sharply!

laugh--!!

A trail of blood spurted from the tip of the spear, and pale golden blood surged at the wound, healing in an instant.

And his right fist came crashing down again!

This time, Styx dared not take the attack head-on. He retreated hastily, and at the same time, the sea of ​​blood churned beneath his feet as thousands of Blood God Sons emerged to block his way.

"roll!"

Meng Chuan roared, his fist undiminished, and slammed straight into the group of Blood God's children!