This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

The white bone demon claw finally couldn't withstand the pressure and shattered with a crash.

Immediately following was the giant hand of the three-faced demon god. The moment the divine light of the heavens shone upon it, he recoiled as if he had been electrocuted.

All three faces showed lingering fear.

Finally, there was the Thousand-Eyed Demon God. A beam of divine light from the heavens pierced through its demonic claws, making one of its hands appear somewhat illusory.

Something's not right...

"Could this be a Great Dao Emperor Weapon? Why is it so powerful?"

"This is a weapon specifically designed to counter us Yin beings; it cannot be used against us head-on..."

The three avatars of ghosts and gods withdrew one after another, no longer daring to directly confront the Haotian Mirror.

"A good opportunity..."

Qingfeng immediately seized this fleeting opportunity, communicating with the Haotian Mirror in his mind, instantly tearing through the void, and his figure transformed into a stream of light that flashed into the void.

"stop..."

"We can't let him go..."

"Prepare to die..."

The three demons reacted just as quickly.

The moment Qingfeng entered the void passage, their attack followed immediately, entering the void passage through the crack and heading straight for Qingfeng.

Without Qingfeng having to lift a finger, Haotian Mirror spontaneously protected him from behind.

Having just experienced a major battle and forcibly torn apart the void, the Haotian Mirror is still not in a state of perfection.

After blocking most of the ghostly and divine attacks, a portion still leaked out, directly corroding and dissolving Qingfeng's own protective amulet. Finally, a small portion of the remaining death energy still landed on Qingfeng.

In an instant, terrifying death energy, enough to kill a martial arts immortal in a moment, entered his body, and the life force within his flesh and blood was instantly extinguished.

A deathly gray hue spread rapidly across his skin as his flesh and blood completely turned into rotting flesh.

This is the most terrifying method of ghosts and gods, capable of stealing the life force of all living beings from boundless death energy, turning them into inanimate objects.

Qingfeng was shocked and immediately mobilized his internal magic to suppress the attack. He then took out several talismans to suppress the evil spirits and imprinted them on the spot where he was hit.

The Haotian Mirror was drawn into the dantian and entered the meridians, using its divine power to block the spread of death energy.

However, even though Qingfeng reacted quickly enough, large areas of flesh and internal organs were still eroded and rendered lifeless.

Even worse, because the Haotian Mirror was paused midway, the void passage suddenly became extremely unstable.

The power of space began to rage and become incredibly violent.

Qingfeng could only desperately protect his body as he was violently jolted through the void passage.

It's like an egg that's been shaken so hard that the yolk is about to fall apart.

Finally, the void passage completely collapsed, and a crack swallowed Qingfeng up and disappeared.

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On Qingming Island, Li Daoxuan, who was in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes, the divine light in them still undiminished.

"This is... Qingfeng?"

Li Daoxuan immediately performed a divination, and stopped after a moment.

Letting out a long sigh, Li Daoxuan suppressed his urge to set off to rescue him, and couldn't help but mutter:

"Where did that kid go? His whereabouts are completely unknown."

"Good fortune or misfortune lies in a single thought..."

"It seems we've encountered some rare opportunity..."

After saying this, Li Daoxuan continued his seclusion.

The five elements within his chest had long since converged and condensed, and he was now at a crucial juncture in the evolution of the three flowers, so Li Daoxuan could not easily set off.

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Qingfeng slowly woke up, moved his hands and feet, and found that he could not feel his lower body.

Looking down, Qingfeng's expression clearly changed.

Then he shook his head with a wry smile and said:

"I guess I got carried away with my success, relying on my status as an Earth Immortal to run around recklessly..."

With a helpless sigh, Qingfeng propped himself up with his hands and sat up.

His body, starting from the waist down, almost turned into a pile of rotten flesh.

It was devoid of any life, and you could even faintly smell a putrid odor.

"Such domineering death energy..."

Qingfeng said helplessly.

It was just a tiny wisp of something that accidentally landed on him, and it turned him into a cripple.

Moreover, if it weren't for the Haotian Mirror, a supreme treasure, suppressing the death energy, it would probably have already spread to his upper body, completely damaging his physical body.

Taoist cultivation never focuses on the physical body or its stinking skin.

Rather, it is about cultivating both body and spirit, with the physical body being extremely important as a safe haven for the primordial spirit.

If Qingfeng loses his physical body, although he will not die, he can only cultivate the Corpse-Dissolving Immortal. In this life, let alone achieving the Golden Core, it will be extremely difficult for him to even maintain immortality.

Unless he can refine the most heaven-defying elixir recorded in the Outer Chapter of the Taiyi Danjing—the Yangshen Immortal Pill.

Taking it can dissolve the physical body and make the primordial spirit pure yang, allowing the spirit to roam beyond the material world and achieve the immortal status of the yang spirit. Although still subject to the constraints of the heavenly way, at least one can enjoy the path to longevity.

With Qingfeng's ambition, he certainly couldn't be content with this.

He immediately took out a bottle of Qingling Fusheng Pills, poured out one, and swallowed it.

Then, he closed his eyes and felt the medicinal power of the pill begin to flow rapidly along his meridians.

When they come into contact with the death energy below the waist, the two collide violently, like fire and water.

However, the medicinal power of the Qingling Rejuvenation Pill was exhausted before it could last long.

Qingfeng opened his eyes and let out a helpless sigh.

Unexpectedly, even the Qingling Fusheng Pill, a miraculous healing medicine personally refined by my master, was ineffective.

It can't be said that it was completely useless; the death energy below the waist was compressed and made heavier.

However, a full recovery is still unlikely.

Qingfeng did not give up and continued to save himself.

Numerous talismans, such as the Rejuvenation Talisman, the Exorcism Talisman, and the Suppression Talisman, were used in succession.

The deathly aura was finally shaken, and under the guidance of the Haotian Mirror, the power of these talismans gradually regained Qingfeng's body.

He forced the deathly aura back from his waist to below his knees.

However, once things reached this point, no matter how many Qingling Rejuvenation Pills Qingfeng took or how many talismans he used, it would have absolutely no effect.

Even the Haotian Mirror could only suppress it, not eliminate it.

If that's all there is to it, it's not too bad.

The key issue is that this place is devoid of spiritual energy, and Qingfeng doesn't have many Qi-replenishing pills or spirit crystals left.

The Haotian Mirror is meant to suppress the death energy but cannot be used. If this drags on for too long, once its magical power is exhausted, the death energy will likely erupt completely.

After calming down, Qingfeng finally had time to take a look around.

As far as the eye can see, there is only endless yellow sand, still devoid of life, with not a glimmer of hope in sight.

In other words, Qingfeng is still in the desolate region.

However, this place seems slightly different from the Underworld where we were before.

Although the void here still lacks spiritual energy and charm, the omnipresent death aura seems to be extremely thin.

almost negligible.

"Have we arrived in the desolate state, or the secluded state?"

Qingfeng muttered to himself.

After a moment of contemplation, he raised his hand and pointed, and a sword light flew out from his dantian, which was his natal magic sword "Spring Breeze".

The "Spring Breeze" floated in front of him, emitting a faint green light.

A gentle breeze brushed against the spirit sword, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

"Fortunately, Jing Shu's sword control technique doesn't consume much mana, which actually helped me a lot..."

Having said that, Qingfeng placed his hands on the Spring Breeze Sword, propped himself up, and sat down.

"Let's go see what kind of place this is..."

With a thought, Qingfeng's Spring Breeze Sword transformed into a beam of light, carrying him towards the endless yellow sand ahead.