Immortal Life: Starting with Daily Last Words

Chapter 79 Ding Zhen

"call out!

""

In a damp and dark forest, the Ghost King Spider beneath Yu Daoxuan's feet suddenly spat out a ball of jet-black spider silk, which pierced into the swirling pile of decaying leaves in front of him like lightning.

Before the scorpion, which was hiding underneath waiting for a chance to attack, could react, it was entangled in a tough, sticky spider web and could not move.

The Ghost King Spider seized the opportunity and swallowed the struggling scorpion whole.

He then vanished and returned to Yu Daoxuan's side.

Yu Daoxuan's eyes were cold as he slowly swept across the dark forest around him. Only after confirming that there were no more demonic beasts lurking did he breathe a slight sigh of relief.

After killing the yellow-robed female cultivator, he ventured alone into the treacherous heart of the Demon-Slaying Ridge.

This place is teeming with demons and ghosts, and is teeming with venomous insects and poisonous creatures.

Therefore, he released the Ghost King Spider and the Ear Mouse to scout ahead.

He took out a yellowed map from his storage bag. He had bought the map in Haiyue Market before setting off, and it marked the general situation of Zhanmo Ridge.

According to the map, he headed towards a place called "Baiyin Valley".

According to the cryptic message in his last words, Nadingzhen eventually died in this valley.

About half an hour later, Yu Daoxuan saw a narrow canyon in the distance.

The canyon is flanked by steep cliffs and jagged rocks.

The yin energy emanated continuously from the depths of the canyon, and was more concentrated than elsewhere.

Just as he was getting closer to the canyon, he suddenly heard the sounds of fierce fighting not far ahead.

Yu Daoxuan's expression hardened, and he summoned the Hidden Dragon Stone Cicada, quietly approaching the direction from which the fighting sounds were coming.

He then hid behind a huge rock and used his spiritual sense to look into the canyon.

In the open space in the center of the canyon, the two sides were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

One side consisted of cultivators from the Zhao family of Tianshui.

The leader was a middle-aged cultivator with a sinister face, dressed in a light blue brocade robe, and possessed the cultivation level of the early Foundation Establishment stage.

It was currently engaged in a fierce battle with a second-tier early-stage Zi Diao.

Six late-stage Qi Refining cultivators from the Zhao family followed beside him, all wielding magical artifacts, and launched a frenzied attack on the gray-robed young cultivator in the center.

The one being besieged was Ding Zhen, whom Yu Daoxuan had been searching for.

Yu Daoxuan was able to recognize the Zhao family members of Tianshui at a glance because he had seen the Zhao family Foundation Establishment cultivator on the Zhao family's spirit ship. The other party was one of the two Foundation Establishment cultivators who were guarding the ship at that time.

He was able to recognize Ding Zhen because he and Zhuge Xiaoshi's group had seen the latter's portrait before setting off.

However, Ding Zhen was actually at the ninth level of Qi Refining, far stronger than the rumors circulating in the market.

He wielded a golden, gleaming flying sword, his swordsmanship exquisite, forcing several late-stage Qi Refining cultivators from the Zhao family of Tianshui to retreat repeatedly.

Even more surprisingly, he was accompanied by a spirit pet at the early stage of the second tier.

"No wonder he could escape from Foundation Establishment cultivators time and time again; it turns out he had a second-tier spirit pet."

""

Yu Daoxuan thought to himself.

At the same time, he quietly took out several Fire Serpent Talismans, a Small Geng Gold Sword Talisman, and twelve Dark Green Flying Needles, ready to make a move at any time.

"Ding Zhen, you can't escape now. Quickly hand over the Lingxiao inheritance, and I might leave you with a whole corpse."

""

Zhao Tianlei, a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Zhao family of Tianshui, roared and, after repelling the white sable with a single strike, quickly flew towards it, simultaneously summoning a silver spear spirit weapon that shimmered with light throughout.

As he channeled his magic power, the silver spear slashed fiercely at Ding Zhen like a thunderclap.

Fortunately, Ding Zhen's second-tier spirit pet, the white sable, was loyal to its master.

The white sable swayed and, like a ghost, instantly appeared in front of Ding Zhen, its snow-white fur standing on end.

Then, it opened its mouth and spat out a white, misty bead that emitted a chilling aura.

The spirit pearl spun rapidly in the air, transforming into a snow-white light shield that steadily blocked the silver spear.

"clang!

'

The silver spear slammed into the snow-white light barrier, and a deafening roar exploded outwards, with waves of magical energy spreading outwards like ripples.

The spiritual pearl's protective shield trembled violently, and fine cracks appeared on its surface, yet it ultimately withstood the fatal blow.

The white sable trembled slightly, and a trace of demonic blood spilled from its mouth, clearly indicating that it had been slightly injured by the attack.

Ding Zhen sneered, showing no fear, and said, "The Zhao family's pigs and dogs dare to covet the Lingxiao Sect's inheritance? If you want the inheritance, then take it by your own ability."

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden flying sword artifact on his chest suddenly flew up, its golden light surging and containing a sharp sword aura.

With his hands forming hand seals, the flying sword artifact in front of his chest moved in response, carrying crisscrossing golden sword energy, slashing towards the Zhao family's Qi Refining cultivators like a torrential rain.

One of the Zhao family cultivators, whose defensive magic weapon was of poor quality, was immediately struck in the chest by the sword energy, severely injured and collapsing to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, the white sable attacked again, blocking Zhao Tianlei's path.

It spewed out a cloud of white mist filled with dense, cold air.

The white mist rapidly condensed in the air, transforming into an icy claw several feet long, which, carrying a bone-chilling cold, viciously clawed at Zhao Tianlei.

Zhao Tianlei's eyes narrowed, and the silver spear shone brightly as it clashed fiercely with the ice claw.

Another loud bang, and the ice claw shattered into ice shards everywhere. Zhao Tianlei was also shaken and took two steps back.

He steadied himself and engaged the white sable in battle once more.

Silver spears flashed, their shadows weaving together.

The white sable moved nimbly, dodging left and right, occasionally unleashing a burst of cold air and sharp claws.

The two sides traded blows, fighting fiercely and evenly matched.

The battle intensified. Ding Zhen's swordsmanship was exquisite and domineering. Although the Qi Refining cultivators of the Zhao family of Tianshui outnumbered him, they could not gain the upper hand at all.

Seeing that the situation was not good, a ruthless glint flashed in Zhao Tianlei's eyes.

If this continues, Ding Zhen might slaughter all the people he brought with him.

"You beast, you're asking for death!"

""

Upon realizing this, Zhao Tianlei immediately roared, his eyes blazing with killing intent, and summoned another flying knife.

The throwing knife was entirely black with a reddish tinge, condensing into a ten-foot-long column of dark red energy.

Alongside the silver spear, like two deadly blades, they slashed at the white sable simultaneously with a world-destroying aura.

This attack was swift and ruthless. If the white sable were to dodge rashly, the silver spear on the left would strike Ding Zhen, who was not far behind him.

At that time, Ding Zhen will be entangled and will have no time to defend himself, and he will surely die.

Seeing the two deadly attacks hurtling towards him, a resolute glint flashed in the white sable's eyes.

It let out a low growl, stopped dodging, and launched a desperate counterattack, using the last bit of demonic power within its body.

The white sable opened its mouth and exhaled a large cloud of snow-white, icy air, which was composed of the essence of its entire body.

The icy air rapidly gathered in the air, instantly transforming into a sharp ice blade several meters long, hurtling straight towards Zhao Tianlei's chest.

This is its signature move; it will fight to the death to severely damage its enemy.

Faced with the white sable's sudden counterattack before its death, Zhao Tianlei knew in his heart that things were not going well and dared not be careless in the slightest.

A small yellow tower, about the size of a palm, suddenly flew out of his storage bag, grew larger in the air, and steadily blocked his way.

"boom!"

The snow-white ice blade collided violently with the small yellow tower, instantly radiating light. The dazzling white and yellow light intertwined, illuminating the entire canyon.

A tremendous surge of magical power exploded outwards, causing the small yellow tower to tremble violently. Then, with a clang, it was blasted away by the ice blade and crashed heavily onto the cliff face.

Although the snow-white ice blade had most of its power neutralized by the small yellow tower, it still flew straight toward Zhao Tianlei with residual cold air, easily breaking through his protective magic shield.

Zhao Tianlei groaned and staggered back several steps, his face as pale as paper.

Elsewhere, Ding Zhen saw the white sable fighting back desperately to save him, its eyes filled with anxiety.

He tried to break free and rush to the rescue, but was held tightly by the Qi Refining cultivator from the Zhao family.

Ding Zhen hardened his heart, let out a low shout, his gray robe fluttered, and the flying sword in front of him shone brightly, crackling with electricity.

Immediately afterwards, the flying sword spun rapidly in the air, transforming into countless golden bolts of lightning that enveloped the Zhao family cultivators like a net.

The golden lightning sword energy was fierce and domineering, carving deep trenches into the ground wherever it passed.

In a short while, four of the six late-stage Qi Refining cultivators from the Zhao family who were originally besieging him were killed by the sky full of sword light.

The remaining two Qi Refining Ninth Level cultivators were also struck by the sword energy, suffering severe injuries and weakening.

Just as Ding Zhen was about to step forward to help Bai Diao, he saw Zhao Tianlei raise his hand and wave it. The dark red flying knife once again turned into a blur and slashed fiercely at the seriously injured Bai Diao.

"don't want!"

Accompanied by Ding Zhen's heart-wrenching roar, the crimson flying knife, carrying a sharp and murderous aura, struck the white sable's body hard.

The white sable let out a mournful howl before collapsing heavily to the ground, dying instantly.

Only one pair of eyes remained fixed on Ding Zhen's direction, filled with resentment.

Ding Zhen was shocked to lose his spirit pet. He spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back two steps.

He and the white sable had been inseparable for many years and were already like brothers.

The death of the white sable completely threw him into a state of mental turmoil.

Upon seeing this, the two Qi Refining Ninth Level cultivators from the Zhao family quickly swallowed elixirs and, despite their severe injuries, stepped forward again to entangle the opponent, preventing them from escaping.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Tianlei flashed like a ghost and instantly appeared behind Ding Zhen.

The silver spear in his hand gleamed fiercely as he slashed down.

Ding Zhen had already resolved to die. He turned around quickly, but did not dodge or evade.

However, a golden vertical crack appeared between its eyebrows, revealing a golden vertical pupil.

The next moment, a golden light burst forth from the golden vertical pupil, slashing toward Zhao Tianlei with incredible speed.

"puff!"

'

"ah!

""

Two unusual sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

The first sound was Zhao Tianlei's silver spear piercing Ding Zhenxin's mouth.

The second sound was Ding Zhen's dying move, which destroyed Zhao Tianlei's Yellow Pagoda artifact and severed the latter's right arm.

Ding Zhen's eyes were filled with resentment and bitterness as he stared intently at Zhao Tianlei, who had lost an arm.

He wanted to say something, but ultimately couldn't make a sound. His breath stopped, and he fell silent.