Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The central square of the Seventh Black Iron Mine District has now become a living hell.

Thousands of thick black ironwood logs, each the size of a water vat, were forcibly hammered into the hard rock layer, creating a massive "Spirit-Slaying Blood Sacrifice Altar" that was five stories high.

This wood has been soaking in underground dampness for years, giving off a persistent musty smell.

Eighty-one pitch-black banners were firmly planted in the open space around the altar, according to their orientation.

The banner was covered with dark red runes. The stone slabs on the ground had long been overturned, and crooked, sinister patterns were deeply carved, with scarlet liquid flowing inside, clearly resembling living bloodsucking worms.

In the very center of the formation, the large pit that was originally used to store slag has been hollowed out and is now filled with boiling scarlet blood.

Thousands of people captured from various parts of the mining area were all bound with hundreds of kilograms of cast iron shackles around their necks and ankles.

The miners, the elderly, women, and children, who had been drained of their blood and sweat, were relentlessly driven towards the edge of the altar by dozens of executioners wielding large wooden knives.

If you slow your pace by even half a step, the back of the knife will slam heavily onto your spine, causing you to break your bone and cough up blood on the spot.

The wails of women, the screams of children, and the sobs of the elderly who had nowhere to turn all mingled together.

Three zhang (approximately 10 meters) above the altar.

Three stewards, dressed in the inner robes of the Azure Sky Sword Sect, stood atop a dazzling flying artifact, looking down at the weeping ants below.

In the center was a emaciated steward.

The old man had sunken eyes and a pale, grayish-blue complexion, as if he had never seen the sun in a long time. He held a paper umbrella shrouded in black mist in his hand.

The umbrella was half-open, and faint, mournful wails of ghosts could be heard emanating from its ribs. This was the infamous weapon, the "Ten Thousand Souls Umbrella."

The gaunt steward pulled a gleaming gold scroll from his sleeve.

Without even glancing at the group of living people kneeling on the ground below, he began to recite in a pretentious tone, his voice dry and strained.

"The Immortal Alliance has issued a decree!"

"In the seventh mining area of ​​Dongxuan, the remnants of the lower lands are tainted by the demonic energy of the Great Wilderness and are attempting to overthrow the orthodox path of cultivation."

"Today, I am acting on the orders of my sect, to patrol the land on behalf of Heaven and eradicate the demonic influence in the lower realms!"

"Your lowly lives are enough to become fuel for the spiritual fire of heaven and earth, replenishing the fortune of the nine provinces. That is a blessing earned through countless lifetimes. You should be grateful and die with a smile on your face!"

He talks a lot about the natural order and the cycle of destiny.

These high and mighty cultivators managed to make their heinous, depraved act of killing people to make medicine residue sound noble and respectable.

Among the crowd below, a young miner covered in whip marks suddenly raised his head.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the air, his hands gripping the iron shackles around his neck with all his might, and he suddenly stood up straight.

"Screw your Immortal Alliance! Screw your Heaven!"

The veins on the young miner's neck bulged as he yelled and cursed.

"You bunch of cannibalistic beasts!"

"They dragged us here to mine, and we're worked to death and starving, without even a straw mat. Now they're even throwing little kids into the furnace to burn!"

"You wear human skin but do inhuman things; your entire sect deserves to go to the eighteenth level of hell!"

The curses exploded across the empty square.

The gaunt steward in mid-air was interrupted from his chanting.

His old face instantly turned extremely gloomy.

"How dare you, a mere stray dog, bark at the might of Heaven?"

The manager didn't even bother to raise his hand; he simply flicked his fingertips in the air.

A sharp, cyan wind blade instantly tore through the air.

The speed is so fast that the afterimage cannot be caught by the naked eye.

The young miner didn't even have a chance to dodge; a burst of blood instantly erupted from his neck.

A fine head flew straight up, scalding hot blood gushing out and splashing onto the dried, sinister array pattern at its feet.

The essence and blood of a living person are poured on it.

The array patterns throughout the square came to life, bursting forth with a blinding dark red light.

The large pool of blood in the center was like a red-hot iron, boiling wildly and bubbling, and a black, foul-smelling blood mist immediately spread out.

The young miner's headless body lay flat on the muddy water.

An even more piercing scream erupted from the crowd, extinguishing the last glimmer of hope in everyone's eyes, leaving only silent terror.

"Noisy." The gaunt steward frowned in disgust.

He casually flicked the scroll in his hand.

"Now that the formation's core is stained with blood, the auspicious time has arrived. Chop off the old and weak in the front row and throw them into the blood pool to seal the gaps!"

Upon hearing the command, the execution squad at the edge of the altar raised their poison-soaked wooden swords in unison.

The blade reflected a dark red light and mercilessly slashed down at the necks of the dozens of elderly people and children kneeling on the ground at the front.

The moment before tragedy struck!

"Boom—"

A violent explosion suddenly erupted from deep underground within the entire mine.

The rock strata deep within the earth's crust were clearly struck violently by a ferocious beast weighing tens of thousands of tons.

The violent tremors instantly traveled along the earth's veins to the surface.

The huge plaza floor undulated violently, and the five-story-high ironwood altar was shaken to the side, with several thick load-bearing timbers snapping on the spot.

The outer perimeter of the great formation.

The main gate, cast from thick black iron and standing several meters tall, was flanked by sturdy watchtowers filled with archers.

It exploded with a deafening bang that ripped out eardrums!

Tens of thousands of kilograms of cast iron debris and countless sharp wooden splinters, accompanied by clouds of dust, crashed into the square like a storm.

Dozens of unfortunate firing squad members were caught off guard and had pieces of iron pierce their chests before they could even scream. They were nailed to the pillars of the altar.

Smoke and dust billowed.

The pungent smell of slag mixed with the smell of blood.

An extremely imposing figure strode out from the dust and ruins.

The newcomer was naked, with his muscular upper body exposed.

On the jet-black skin, dark golden ancient runes were flashing fiercely.

On that ridiculously broad right shoulder.

He was carrying a massive, ancient, moss-covered, and menacing stone tablet weighing 100,000 jin, which exuded an aura of ancient malevolence.

A thick, century-old black iron chain was wrapped around his forearm.

With each step he took, an extremely violent and domineering dark red blood aura surged wildly around him.

The intense heat scorched the surrounding rain and blood mist, producing a sickening hissing sound.

The heavy black iron boots stomped down on the broken iron on the ground, crushing the several-inch-thick black iron into thin sheets.

In the miners' group, an old man with half an arm missing was lying in the mud.

Using the faint red light of the array, he could see the large black stone tablet and the rugged face covered with stubble and thick flesh.

The old man's shriveled eyeballs bulged out, and his whole body began to tremble violently as if he had been electrocuted.

"The large black stone tablet...it's the city-guarding stone tablet!"

He pounded the ground with his remaining arm, letting out a hysterical roar through his slurred voice.

"It's Lu Chen! It's that Master Lu from Xuanni City who smashed the immortal into a meat pie!"

"Master Lu has come to collect the karma from these beasts!"

This shout completely shattered the perilous atmosphere of this place.

The thousands of miners who had closed their eyes and awaited death all opened their eyes.

A roar that soared to the heavens erupted from the desperate crowd.

The blood and spirit of the living were ignited at this moment, and everyone stared intently at the man carrying the large stone tablet, their eyes almost spitting fire.

Above the sky.

The gaunt manager's face, which usually wore a forced smile, finally showed a slight change.

"Is this the remnant of the underworld who killed the branch leader on the black market?"

His bony fingers gripped the Soul-Shattering Umbrella tightly.

The massive, dark-skinned man who stormed in below didn't even lift his eyelids to the sky.

Lu Chen paid no heed to the frenzied shouts around him or the cultivators in the sky.

His entire attention was focused on the wolfskin pouch hanging on his chest.

A-Nan is still sleeping inside.

It's too noisy here, and the smell of blood is too strong.

Lu Chen steadied the 100,000-jin black monument on his right shoulder with his left hand, freeing up his right hand.

That calloused hand, with its five fingers pressed together, slammed hard against its own heart.

"Bang!"

A muffled thunderous roar exploded in his chest.

The Extreme Blood Furnace began to compress in reverse at an alarming rate.

Without hesitation, Lu Chen forcibly drained 30% of the pure Yang essence blood from his body!

A large amount of dark red essence was forced out from his fingertips.

This reckless and insane extraction caused a pallor to flash across Lu Chenxuan's dark face, and even his back hunched slightly.

He didn't care about the cost at all.

His large hands moved swiftly, patting the outside of the wolf-skin pouch on his chest.

Those streams of scalding pure yang essence intertwined to form thick, blood-red chains.

In the blink of an eye, a dense, airtight "Extreme Dark Gold Blood Cocoon" more than half a meter long formed on the outer layer of the wolf skin!

The surface of the blood cocoon was covered with ancient defensive array patterns, which tightly protected Anan and her bag at the core of the absolute defense.

This move thoroughly angered the celestial beings in heaven.

"Even on the verge of death, you're still protecting that bastard! Gouge that little brat out and fill the array's core!"

The gaunt steward flew into a rage.

With a sudden twist of his wrist, the "Ten Thousand Souls Umbrella," shrouded in black mist, fully opened in mid-air.

A piercing, ghostly howl erupted from the umbrella ribs.

Dozens of dark blue, malevolent spirits, formed from resentment, lunged out from under the umbrella, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.

These vengeful spirits devoured and entangled each other in mid-air, transforming into a thick black mist tornado that hurtled straight towards Lu Chen's face.

At the same time.

The two Foundation Establishment Peak Deacons following behind the gaunt steward drew their weapons.

They could tell at a glance that the blood-red callus on Lu Chen's chest was his biggest weakness.

The two disregarded the dignity of high-level cultivators and stomped heavily on the magic artifact with their toes.

"Clang!"

Two dazzling natal flying swords were drawn from their sheaths.

The sword, imbued with a sharp blade capable of cutting through gold and jade, drew two extremely cunning arcs in mid-air, perfectly bypassing the black mist tornado, and stabbed directly at the dark gold blood cocoon on Lu Chen's chest from the left and right with extreme malice!

"Trying to get my daughter?"

Lu Chen suddenly raised his head, and the violent killing intent in his eyes turned into a tangible red light.

He showed no intention of backing down or dodging.

He didn't even remove the 100,000-pound fierce monument from his shoulder.

Lu Chen kicked off with both legs, and the large blue stone slab beneath his feet shattered into powder on the spot.

He straightened his extremely broad chest and charged headlong into the two natal flying swords that could cut through iron like mud!

"Come!!!"

Amidst the roaring.

The two flying swords pierced the dark skin on Lu Chen's chest.

"Pfft!"

A dull thud sounded as flesh tore.

The sword energy of a Foundation Establishment Peak cultivator was incredibly sharp, directly piercing through the outer layer of defense.

Two terrifying, foot-long, and bone-deep gashes were instantly slashed open on Lu Chen's chest.

The dark red muscles were rolled up, exposing even the thick ribs underneath to the air.

Fresh blood gushed down from the dark gold blood cocoon.

Lu Chen let the flying sword churn wildly within his flesh and blood.

His thick arms shot out with lightning speed, grabbing the two flying swords still embedded in his flesh tightly in his palms.

Extreme Death Force Unleashed.

Outside, in this brutal killing field where blood and flesh flew everywhere and air exploded.

Lu Chen used his blood and bones to withstand all the calamities.

And at the very depths of that extreme dark gold blood cocoon stained crimson with blood.

Because of absolute silence and the absolute nurturing of pure Yang essence.

The little blind girl, A-Nan, wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket, had rosy cheeks.

She held the wooden doll Lu Chen had made for her tightly in her two chubby little hands, her nostrils twitching slightly as she slept peacefully, not a single hair out of place.

Lu Chen looked down at the intact blood cocoon, grinned, and let the blood drip down his chin.

He raised his head, clutching the broken blade of the flying sword in his hand, and stared intently at the three cultivators in the sky.

"You bunch of good-for-nothing dogs."

Lu Chen's fingers suddenly clenched. "Is that all the strength you've got? You wouldn't even scratch an itch for me!"

Before he finished speaking, the two flying swords in his palm were crushed into scrap metal on the ground with a sickening "crackling" sound!

The moment the flying sword shattered, the overwhelming black mist tornado had already crashed into Lu Chen.

Lu Chen's arms were bulging with veins, and he suddenly grabbed the black iron chain wrapped around his forearm with his right hand.

"Whatever your name is today..."

Lu Chen exerted force from his waist and back, directly swinging the 100,000-jin Zhentian Desolate Bone Primordial Fiend Tablet from his shoulder in a wide arc.

"I'll fucking smash all of them to pieces!"

The malevolent monument, with a devastating roar, cleaved through the thick black mist and crashed down on the Myriad Souls Umbrella in mid-air.