Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

"One punch! One punch won't kill."

"Then let's finish with another punch."

Before Gu Changjin could finish speaking, he had already disappeared from the spot.

There were no other fluctuations in energy, only pure and extreme qi and blood, like a great sun rising suddenly from in front of the mountain gate.

boom!

A white shockwave was forcefully blasted into the air, causing the ground to crack inch by inch along its path.

Before that extremely powerful and yang energy had even truly landed, the black water beneath Qinghe Daoist's feet began to boil.

Hundreds of pale hands in the water seemed to be scorched by flames, emitting silent screams.

The ancient bell behind Xuanmu Daoist, covered with human faces, trembled violently.

One after another, the distorted faces melted away.

The expressions of the two Hundred Phase Realm elders changed instantly.

But they were, after all, the senior cultivators of Xuanzhen Temple who were in charge of this area.

After the initial shock, only rage remained.

"Arrogant!!"

"Does he really think he can suppress the Hundred-Faced Cultivator with just brute force?"

Qinghe Daoren suddenly clasped his hands together.

Black water surged into the sky from beneath their feet, hundreds of pale arms intertwined, flesh, bones, and wails all overlapping, transforming into a drowned giant a hundred meters tall.

The giant had no facial features, and black river water dripped continuously from his body. In each drop of water, a struggling human face appeared.

"A hundred aspects in one!"

"The Drowning God of the Black River!"

On the other side, Xuanmu Daoist also erupted at the same time.

The long-faced ancient bell exploded with a deafening roar, unleashing a hundred kinds of fear hidden within.

Death, disease, loneliness, betrayal, aging, being buried alive, being eaten by insects...

Countless fears intertwined in mid-air, eventually coalescing into a hundred-faced Taoist priest draped in mourning clothes and wielding a mourning staff.

The Taoist priest had hundreds of faces on his back, and every single one of them was crying.

"A hundred aspects in one!"

"A funeral procession filled with weeping!"

The two statues, each with a hundred faces, appear at the same time, united in heart and mind.

The entire front mountain of Xuanzhen Temple seems to have been forcibly dragged into a nightmare.

The sky darkened, and black water seeped from the rocks.

Even through protective gear, thousands of ordinary federal soldiers felt a chill run down their spines.

It felt as if my deepest fears were slowly creeping out from the depths of my mind.

"kill!"

The two elders roared in unison.

The drowned giant slammed down with his palm, and the Hundred-Faced Taoist swung his mourning staff.

Two mental forces, each powerful enough to destroy a modern army, crashed head-on into Gu Changjin.

Gu Changjin didn't even stop walking. He just clenched his fist, his blood surging like a river, and every bone in his body vibrating.

Despite possessing a Foundation Establishment physique, the blood and qi he wielded, guided by his experience in cultivating a Divine Transformation body, were forcibly compressed into a single point on his fist.

The blood-red light was not dazzling; it was only a thin layer.

However, all the cultivators present felt an instinctive fear the moment they saw that fist.

It was as if it were not a human fist, but a sun specifically designed to burn away evil.

next moment.

The fist landed.

boom--!

There was no stalemate, no back-and-forth exchanges.

There wasn't even a so-called earth-shattering collision.

The hundred-meter-tall drowned giant began to melt from the palm the moment it touched the fist.

The black water evaporated, and the pale arm crumbled inch by inch.

The struggling faces inside didn't even have time to utter a wail before they turned into wisps of smoke and vanished.

Next up was the Hundred-Faced Taoist.

The mourning stick broke, and the mourning cloth burned.

Behind him, hundreds of weeping faces exploded simultaneously under the influence of the supreme yang energy.

The two mental constructs, formed by the merging of a hundred aspects, vanished instantly, like paper figures punched through.

Gu Changjin's fists hadn't stopped.

Qinghe Daoist's pupils suddenly contracted.

He wanted to retreat, to summon his inner form again, and even to beg for mercy.

But the fist covered in pale red blood was already in front of him.

boom!

His head exploded on the spot.

Red and white substances splashed backward.

The headless corpse swayed for a moment before collapsing limply.

The area in front of the mountain gate fell into a deathly silence.

Xuanmu Daoist stood there blankly.

The ferocity from his desperate struggle still lingered on his face.

But at this moment, that ferocity is slowly turning into fear.

The Taoist priest of Qinghe is dead.

A cultivator at the Hundred Phases Realm, just like him, or even slightly stronger.

Once all aspects are combined, it becomes a force capable of directly destroying the Federation's armored forces.

To have your head smashed by a single punch, like...like killing a chicken?

Xuanmu Daoist's Adam's apple bobbed, and his legs began to tremble.

His mental state had been completely shattered by that punch.

Decades of cultivation had backfired, causing blood to seep from his seven orifices continuously.

Gu Changjin slowly turned his head.

"I almost forgot."

"And you old geezer."

Xuanmu Daoist's lips trembled.

"wait……"

A fist the size of a sandbag rapidly magnified in his pupils.

"Take this punch."

boom!

The second head exploded.

The headless corpse fell heavily to the ground.

Two elders from the Hundred Aspects Realm of Xuanzhen Temple.

It happened in just a few breaths.

They all died.

After a brief silence, the military camp erupted in an uncontrollable cheer.

Especially the three hundred elite soldiers who had just entered the Qi and Blood cultivation stage, their eyes were burning with desire.

Is this the end of the Qi and Blood Body Tempering Method?

No need for bizarre mental images.

There's no need to torment yourself.

With just his fists.

One punch shatters a hundred forms!

One punch kills the cultivator!!

Some people looked down at the thin layer of blood on their fists and felt that the road ahead was clearer than ever before.

Starting today.

They are no longer just ordinary federal soldiers.

Instead, it is the Blood Forged Army.

The Federation's first Bloodline Legion dedicated to suppressing the extraordinary and hunting down those with a spiritual essence.

Inside the mountain gate.

Xuancheng Daoist finally snapped out of his daze.

His face was deathly pale.

He was just comforting himself.

Even if the sky falls, the two elders will hold it up.

it's good now.

The tall guy took a punch.

His head is gone.

Gu Changjin shook the blood off his fist and looked at Xuan Cheng Daoist.

"This is something that I asked Daoist Yunsong to entrust to you for safekeeping."

"How is it being stored?"

Master Xuancheng trembled.

His strong will to survive made him kneel down instantly.

"General Gu!"

"I know I was wrong!"

"The 'Tai Xu Cun Si Tu' is still here!"

"The spiritual cleansing items are still there, and the ancestral temple quota hasn't been changed!"

"I can give it all to you!"

He spoke faster and faster, as if grasping at the last straw.

"Just promise to let me leave here alive."

"Prepare the aircraft now."

"You also need to give me a new identity, I want..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Gu Changjin had already appeared in front of him.

Xuancheng Daoist only saw a fist.

boom!

The blood mist exploded.

Master Xuancheng then performed a genuine Blood Escape technique on the spot.

Anyway, the person disappeared on the spot, leaving only a thin layer of blood mist.

Gu Changjin took the white cloth handed to him by the general next to him and slowly wiped the bloodstains off his hands.

"No one has ever been qualified to negotiate with me."

"You dare to challenge me?"

What is the "Tai Xu Cun Si Tu"? What is a spiritual cleansing object?

He does indeed lack cultivation materials related to the Mind-Body-Spirit system.

But Xuanzhen Temple is so large, with a history spanning thousands of years.

Are all people tough nuts to crack?

Arrest them and interrogate them slowly.

Turn the hill over and search slowly.

He refused to believe that after raiding the entire Xuanzhen Temple stronghold, he still couldn't find a top-tier inheritance.

Gu Changjin looked up at the Heart-Image cultivators inside the mountain gate who were in complete panic.

The disciples of Xuanzhen Temple were also watching him.

Fear and despair were etched on everyone's faces.

The next moment, a Daoist at the Tenth Phase Realm suddenly roared.

"Charge out!"

"No matter how strong he is, he's only one person!"

"Those ordinary people in the military can't stop us!"

He summoned ten mental figures.

Ghost baby, rotting corpse, headless bride, evil reflection in the mirror...

The ten warriors charged towards the Blood Refining Army.

Gu Changjin did not make a move.

Why bring so many people here?

We can't expect him, the commander-in-chief, to do everything himself.

At the forefront of the Blood Refining Army, an officer grinned.

"mortal?"

He took a step forward, and blood-red light surged from his fist. He shattered the ghost infant with one punch and smashed the rotting corpse with the second.

He then rammed into the Taoist priest's arms and delivered a powerful elbow strike.

Click!

The sternum collapsed.

The Ten-Phase Taoist was sent flying backward on the spot.

The other Blood Refining Army soldiers also rushed out.

His blood and qi were like fire, and his fists were like hammers.

One mental image manifests, then one is destroyed.

The person who manipulates minds delivers another punch.

The remaining federal troops quickly sealed off all passages, and electromagnetic guns, drones, and orbital scanners were activated simultaneously.

The entire Xuanzhen Temple was instantly engulfed in shouts of battle.

Gu Changjin did not look at the front mountain again.

He casually tossed the blood-stained white cloth aside, crossed the mountain gate, and headed straight for the back of the mountain.

Xuanzhen Temple was just the beginning.

At this moment, throughout the entire Blue Star Federation.

All those who are associated with Xuanzhen Temple.

They are all being cleaned simultaneously.