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

"Since you're so eager to reason with me..."

"Then I'll use my fists to show you what's what."

As soon as Gu Changjin finished speaking, his thirty-zhang-tall body stepped out of the blood-red sea of ​​clouds.

boom!

The entire top of the tower suddenly sank, and the white jade floor instantly cracked with countless spiderweb-like patterns centered on his feet.

A myriad of blood-red energies surged behind him, and the ancient serpent phantom that stretched across the sea of ​​clouds slowly raised its head, its serpent eyes like two crimson suns, coldly gazing down at the crowd below.

Master Yuanjing's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively wanted to retreat.

But Gu Changjin didn't give him a chance at all.

His thirty-foot-tall body simply bent down slightly, his right fist already clenched. The instant his five fingers came together, the surrounding air was forcibly squeezed and exploded, producing a series of thunderous bangs.

"etc!"

Master Yuanjing roared angrily.

The three Thousand Forms, which had been suppressed to the point of near shattering, forcefully reappeared behind him.

The city of the dead, a black crescent moon, a headless female corpse, and three thousand figures merging together.

A desolate ancient city, covering half of the tower's top, was forcibly squeezed out of the void.

The city walls were densely packed with faceless dead people.

A dark moon hangs high, and a headless female corpse sits atop the city gate, her hands cradling a weeping head.

"Gu Changjin!"

"This humble Taoist is the Supreme Lord of the Shangyuan Prefecture!"

"If you kill me, the nine branches of the Daoist sect..."

Gu Changjin didn't have the patience to listen to the rest; his fist had already landed.

boom!

The crimson blood energy, like a raging dragon, instantly pierced through the entire city of the dead.

The city walls collapsed, the black moon shattered, and countless corpses, barely raising their heads, turned into wisps of smoke under the powerful yang energy.

The headless female corpse didn't even have time to scream before it was torn to pieces by the force of the punch.

next moment.

The fist pierced through the shattered Three Thousand Forms and landed on Yuanjing Zhenren.

boom!

There was no flying corpse or broken bones; Yuan Jing Zhenren was as if he had been hit head-on by a mountain, instantly exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

Only half of the tattered Taoist crown remained. It tumbled a few times in the sea of ​​clouds before falling to the ground with a thud.

One punch.

The cultivation of the mind's perception of the Three Thousand Aspects is gone.

The resentment on Xuanming Daoist's face froze completely, and the other four Thousand Phase cultivators felt their scalps tingle.

What kind of monster is this? Three thousand combined into one, and it can't even withstand a single punch?

"Quick! Join forces! This must be some kind of secret technique!!"

"He can't stay like this forever!"

A Daoist at the Thousand Phases Realm screamed.

All four simultaneously ignited their inner essence.

The mental images that had been suppressed and disappeared by the aura of ten thousand blood were forcibly squeezed out of their bodies again.

A black statue covered in bone spurs.

A giant python made of thousands of human skins sewn together.

A bronze well that is constantly bleeding.

There was also a child riding a paper horse and carrying a lantern with human heads.

The four great myriad phenomena manifested simultaneously, but they no longer possessed the overwhelming power they had before.

Under the aura of Gu Changjin's blood, they were like a few clumps of snow under the scorching sun.

It had already begun to melt before we even got close.

Gu Changjin glanced down, his mind blank with any tactics, and too lazy to think about who was stronger or weaker.

His muscles had already made the decision for him.

The closest one, let's attack that one first.

He raised his palm, spread his fingers, and slapped out.

call!call!call!

A violent storm erupted.

The black statue covered in bone spurs was the first to be hit.

It crossed its arms, trying to defend itself.

next moment.

The statue, the heart image, and the Thousand-Image Taoist hiding behind the heart image were all shattered by a single slap.

The blood mist drew a long arc in mid-air.

Gu Changjin's palm continued its momentum, striking the giant python in human skin once more.

Thousands of faces screamed simultaneously, then fell silent all at once.

boom!

The second cultivator with a thousand appearances was slammed into the white jade ground, along with his mental image.

Only a palm print several feet deep was left behind.

Inside the palm print, no shape could be discerned.

The remaining two turned and ran.

The ancient bronze well spewed out large amounts of black blood, attempting to corrode the surrounding space.

The lantern-bearer tore open a crack in the heart-shaped image and plunged inside.

Gu Changjin looked somewhat dissatisfied.

"If you want to fight, then fight."

"Why are you running?"

He reached out and grabbed, and his blood energy condensed into two thick, crimson chains, instantly traversing a distance of a hundred feet.

One channel entangled the ancient bronze well, while the other probed directly into the heart-shaped crack that was about to close.

"return."

Gu Changjin exerted force with his arm.

boom!

The bronze well, along with the cultivator behind it, was forcibly pulled in front of them.

On the other side, the Taoist priest who had half his body inside the crack was also pulled out of the void.

The two were still struggling.

Gu Changjin grabbed one in each hand, like he was carrying two chicks.

The two cultivators with the Thousand Phases Realm were deathly pale.

"Speaker Gu! General Gu!!"

"We have no connection with Xuanzhen Temple!"

"It was an order from the Celestial Master of Shangyuan Palace!"

"We are willing to surrender! We are willing..."

Gu Changjin thought for a while, but couldn't figure anything out.

"You're only saying this now? It seems a bit late."

Bring both palms together at the same time.

boom!

boom!

Two more plumes of blood mist appeared.

Six experts at the Thousand Phases Realm.

In the blink of an eye, only Xuanming Daoist remained.

Xuanming stood there, his body trembling.

The three thousand images behind him had completely disappeared; they weren't shattered, but simply couldn't emerge.

Under the aura of the Myriad Blood Realm, his proud Three Thousand Aspects were as if pressed firmly into the depths of his heart by an invisible hand.

No matter how much he urged it, there was no response whatsoever.

He finally got scared.

"Gu Changjin..."

Xuanming's voice trembled.

"You can't kill me."

"I am the last Thousand-Form Realm cultivator at Xuanzhen Temple."

"I am the only one who knows the legacy left by Senior Brother Yun Song best."

"The young man returns to the mountains, and the mystical arts flourish!"

"Didn't you want to re-establish the Xuanzhen lineage?"

"Keep me here, I can help you!"

Gu Changjin looked down at him.

"Weren't you just about to use my life to sacrifice your Xuanzhen Temple disciples?"

Xuanming's face twitched, his legs went weak, and he knelt down on the ground.

"That's a misunderstanding."

"It's all a misunderstanding!"

"Xuanzhen Temple is gone."

"If you are willing, I can appoint you as the new abbot!"

"All the techniques and traditions of this sect are yours!"

Gu Changjin grinned.

"sounds good."

A glimmer of hope had just appeared in Xuanming's eyes.

Gu Changjin's fist had already landed.

"But I prefer the legacy of the Dead Ray."

boom!

Blood energy surged like a dragon, piercing through the sea of ​​clouds.

The three protective barriers in front of Xuanming were connected but couldn't even hold for half a breath before being vaporized by the fist.

He only had time to widen his eyes.

The next moment, the last abbot of the Xuanzhen Temple at the Thousand Aspects Realm turned into a blood mist on the spot.