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

On the blood-red jade platform, Gu Changjin smiled, and the entire Jiang family altar cooled down.

It's not that the temperature is cold.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

The Jiang family members, who were just laughing and cursing wildly, suddenly had their voices choked.

As they watched Gu Changjin slowly straighten up, and as the blood-red chains binding him tightened little by little, only to be pushed back into the blood-pact jade talisman, the pleasure on their faces froze instantly.

wrong.

That's not right.

Wasn't he locked up?

Isn't his golden core about to be extracted?

How can he still move?

Jiang Xuanling's expression also changed.

He stared intently at Gu Changjin's dantian, where the golden core that should have been drawn out by the blood pact remained as stable as a mountain.

Instead of being pulled out, it began to devour the power within the blood pact chains.

"What did you do?"

Jiang Xuanling's voice was hoarse, and for the first time, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Gu Changjin did not answer.

He simply raised his hand and gently grasped a blood-red chain.

Click.

The chains broke.

The shattered blood light did not dissipate, but was swallowed by a wisp of crimson flame in his palm.

The next instant, a fiery sword aura imbued with demonic intent emanated from his body.

red.

It's very popular.

It's not the red of ordinary flames.

It was blood flames.

It's like a life is mixed into a spiritual fire, and a vengeful spirit is wrapped in sword energy.

Gu Changjin previously practiced fire-based Daoist arts, and when he formed his core, he used the demonic cultivation technique "Burning Life to Forge Core."

At this moment, once the energy is activated, the person's aura no longer resembles that of a righteous Golden Core cultivator.

Instead, he seemed like a demonic sword master who had emerged from blood and fire.

Crimson demonic flames spread out from beneath his feet.

Strands of sword energy wandered within the flames.

Like a snake.

It also looks like a knife.

Jiang Zhaoyue's face turned pale, and she took several steps back.

"Ancestor!"

Jiang Xuanling suddenly let out a cold snort.

"What's the panic?"

He forcefully suppressed his surprise and doubt, rolled up his sleeves, and the pressure of the Golden Core descended with a bang.

"Gu Changjin, so what if you see through the Jiang family's scheme?"

"Although the blood pact to seize the core was not completed, you must have suffered some losses while resisting the ancestral formation just now."

"You're putting on this act now just to buy time to recover your spiritual power."

"I won't give you that chance!"

Upon hearing this, the Jiang family members seemed to have suddenly found their pillar of support again.

"Our ancestor was wise!"

"I was almost scared by this bastard!"

"He's definitely just putting on a brave face!"

"The ancestral formation just drained so much of his vital energy, how could he be alright?"

"Kill him! Ancestor, kill him!"

Jiang Xuanling didn't waste any more words.

He raised his hand and clapped his hands, and a small, dark blue-green cauldron flew out from his sleeve.

The small cauldron swelled in the wind and instantly grew to a size of about ten feet.

The cauldron was hanging upside down, spewing out large swaths of azure flames.

This alchemical fire is not used for refining medicine.

It was murder.

As the blue flames fell, the surrounding air hissed.

If a Foundation Establishment cultivator gets even a tiny bit of it, their physical body and soul will be burned to ashes.

As soon as the Golden Core Ancestor unleashed his magic weapon, the other immortal guests retreated hastily, fearing they would be drawn into the fray.

Gu Changjin stood amidst the blood flames, only glancing up briefly.

"The alchemical furnace?"

"this one?"

He pointed and made a single stroke.

Crimson sword energy shot into the sky.

There are no complicated sword techniques.

Only one sword.

This sword strike landed on the dark blue cauldron, actually splitting the sky full of blue flames in two.

The small tripod trembled violently.

Jiang Xuanling's face darkened, and he raised his hand to cast three more spells.

The surface of the small cauldron was covered with dense runes. The cauldron turned around and pressed down on Gu Changjin like a small mountain.

Gu Changjin raised his hand.

Blood flames transformed into demonic claws.

Five fiery red finger bones gripped the body of the cauldron.

boom!

The entire platform suddenly trembled.

The small cauldron remained suspended in mid-air.

It can't be suppressed anymore.

Jiang Xuanling's eyes widened suddenly.

"impossible!"

He is the Golden Core Ancestor.

Although his lifespan was nearing its end and his remaining elixir was decaying, he had still cultivated for several hundred years.

Gu Changjin had only just formed his core.

On what grounds?

How could you possibly suppress his natal magic weapon head-on?

Gu Changjin smiled.

This is the difference between the Golden Core of the Main World and the Golden Core of the Minor World.

Both are Golden Elixir.

Quality is a completely different matter.

Not to mention he has the vision of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator in the main world, experience in swordsmanship, and the blessing of Dao Fruit.

Defeating an old geezer like Jiang Xuanling, who only has a few remnants of his elixir, is almost like a dimensional reduction attack.

Gu Changjin clenched his five fingers.

Click.

A crack appeared on the surface of the dark blue-black cauldron.

Jiang Xuanling groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He finally got scared.

It's not anger.

I'm genuinely scared.

We can't beat them.

We can't beat them at all.

This bastard doesn't look like someone who just formed his core.

If you keep fighting, he will die.

Jiang Xuanling's mind raced, and he turned and left without hesitation.

What Jiang family?

What is Jiang Zhaoyue?

What kind of "substitute Dan" plan is this?

None of it matters anymore.

It's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death.

As long as he's alive, there's always a chance.

Gu Changjin's eyes flickered slightly when he saw this scene.

"run?"

He suddenly understood something.

In the storyline of fate, Jiang Xuanling shattered his own remaining core and willingly sacrificed himself to help Jiang Zhaoyue seize the core.

Gu Changjin originally thought that this old man was really that great.

Now it seems that's not necessarily true.

Perhaps there's something else about Jiang Zhaoyue in that thread of fate that he hasn't seen clearly.

Otherwise, given Jiang Xuanling's personality, how could he truly be willing to die?

"interesting."

"It seems your granddaughter is quite something."

Gu Changjin chuckled softly.

Then he took a step forward.

The crimson sword energy instantly traversed dozens of feet.

Just as Jiang Xuanling was about to enter the formation, he felt a chill down his spine.

"No--"

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Changjin had already placed his hand on his back.

The five fingers are bent.

The demonic flames surged to the heavens.

That hand didn't look like a human hand; it looked more like a demonic claw reaching out from the depths of blood and fire.

puff.

The demonic claw pierced Jiang Xuanling's chest.

The next moment, a dull golden pill was forcibly extracted.

The surface of the golden pill is covered with cracks.

Its vitality is waning.

But it is still the elixir of immortality.

Jiang Xuanling's body convulsed violently, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

Gu Changjin didn't even glance at him, casually putting the broken pill into his storage bag.

Then let go.

The body of the Jiang family patriarch fell from mid-air and crashed onto the edge of the altar.

boom.

The sound wasn't loud.

It felt like a blow to everyone's heart.

died.

The patriarch of the Jiang family has died.

The pillar of the Jiang family, a clan of immortals from six kingdoms, had his golden core extracted by Gu Changjin with his bare hands.

The altar and its surroundings were deathly silent.

The immortal guests turned pale, their hearts pounding wildly.

Demon Lord.

This is definitely a demon.

But they dared not say it.

Who dares?

To curse a demon to his face is not righteous; it's courting death.

An elder from the Zhao family, who had just reached the Foundation Establishment stage, forced a smile and quickly cupped his hands in greeting.

"Ancestor Gu... indeed, the Jiang family was at fault in today's events."

"My Zhao family is willing to acknowledge the Gu family's status as a celestial clan."

"This matter has nothing to do with us. We urge Elder Gu to investigate thoroughly."

Another person hurriedly said, "Our Lin family patriarch is also a Golden Core cultivator, and we have always respected the strong. Today, we are merely observing the ceremony and have no intention of interfering."

"If Patriarch Gu wishes, the Gu family and the Lin family can form an alliance and engage in trade in the future."

"Yes, yes, yes, the Jiang family brought this upon themselves and deserves to die. We've all seen it!"

They spoke quickly and urgently.

They were terrified that if they were a step too late, Gu Changjin would kill them.

Gu Changjin simply looked at them and sneered twice.

That laughter sent chills down everyone's spine.

The next moment, crimson demonic flames exploded.

Did I tell you to leave?

With a flick of his sleeve, Gu Changjin unleashed a burst of blood-red sword energy that filled the entire arena.

First, it was the Jiang family.

Those Jiang family members who had been cursing the most hadn't even had a chance to escape before their foreheads were pierced by sword energy.

"Master Gu, spare my life!"

"I was wrong!"

"I'll never do it again!"

Useless.

Gu Changjin did not stop.

Sword energy roamed freely, and demonic flames devoured people.

The elders of the Jiang family were beheaded, and the members of the Jiang family were burned alive.

Jiang Yuanheng and Liu Shi tried to beg for mercy, but a sword aura swept across and their heads fell to the ground at the same time.

Then there's the Gu family.

Gu Mingyuan stared wide-eyed in horror.

"Ancestor! We are members of the Gu family!"

Gu Changjin looked at him with a cold smile.

"Family-oriented?"

"You think you're worthy?"

Blood flames swept past.

The members of the Gu family didn't even have time to let out a few screams before they were burned to ashes.

He doesn't distinguish between friend and foe.

They don't care about feelings either.

The Jiang family deserves to die.

The Gu family deserves to die too.

Not a single visitor from the Immortal Clan escaped.

Someone brought up the Golden Elixir Ancestor.

Someone begged for mercy.

Some people desperately used talismans to escape.

However, the entire platform had already been sealed off by Gu Changjin's Blood Flame Sword Qi.

Not a single person who came today was spared.

Blood stained the jade platform red.

The fire burned through the auditorium.

The grand ceremony for the Jiang family's reunification of their family members turned into a battlefield in the blink of an eye.

When the last Foundation Establishment cultivator fell, the altar was eerily quiet.

Only Jiang Zhaoyue remained alive.

She stood there, her face pale and her body trembling slightly.

It's not that she didn't want to run away.

There's no escaping it.

Gu Changjin stopped in front of her.

His crimson robes were stained even darker with blood.

His long hair was disheveled, and the blood flames around him had not yet dissipated. Strands of demonic energy and sword energy intertwined, making him look like a demon who had just emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Jiang Zhaoyue looked at him, and finally there was no hatred in her eyes.

All that remained was confusion and fear.

Things were completely out of her control.

Everything was planned out perfectly.

A blood pact between husband and wife, a secret ancestral array, a Golden Core Ancestor, and a grand ceremony of joint registration.

Everyone is in the bureau.

But why...?

Why was it the Jiang family who died in the end?

Why did Gu Changjin turn out like this?

Her voice trembled.

"Who exactly are you?"

Gu Changjin looked down at her and suddenly burst into laughter.

Laughter echoed among the corpses scattered on the ground.

There was still blood on his body.

The demonic flames in his eyes had not yet been extinguished.

But that face, that aura, that body, it was definitely still Gu Changjin.

He leaned down to look at Jiang Zhaoyue and said, word by word:

"I am Gu Changjin."

Jiang Zhaoyue was stunned.

Yes.

This is Gu Changjin.

The aura is correct.

The blood pact is correct.

The traces of the soul are also correct.

But how did he become like this?

Is it really true that extreme joy can turn into sorrow?

Did he really fall into demonic possession after forming his core?

Everything was clearly within his own calculations.

Standing in the pool of blood, Jiang Zhaoyue felt for the first time that in their thirty years of marriage, she had never truly known the man before her.