Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Inside the inner city of Xuanni, rubble was everywhere.

The base of the white jade statue completely collapsed.

The city lord crawled out of the pile of broken jade and mud, using both his hands and feet.

The purple-gold hair ornament on his head had long since been shattered into pieces, his gray hair was stuck to his face, his Taoist robe was torn with more than a dozen large holes, and his chest was covered with large patches of black blood.

A dignified Core Formation stage cultivator, the high and mighty lord of the immortal city in Dongxuan Prefecture, was now in an extremely disheveled state.

"They've rebelled! They've completely rebelled!"

The city lord wiped the blood off his face and let out an extremely twisted roar.

In front of countless elite sect members who had rushed to the scene, he was punched into the ruins by a mortal soldier with no cultivation.

This humiliation stripped away all the dignity the city lord had accumulated over hundreds of years as a cultivator, trampling it underfoot.

He had just raised his hand to make a hand seal to counterattack.

In the center of the ruins.

The body that was in a state of extreme deformity and swelling suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The twelve layers of pure Yang Qi and blood that Lu Chen sent from afar, plus the violent source of energy that had been drained from the city's protective array.

The two extremely domineering forces completely exceeded the limits that a mortal furnace could withstand at this moment.

It led all the hardened, metallic-colored keratin layers on its body, causing them to crack extensively.

The crack was extremely deep, penetrating directly through the skin and flesh, reaching the bone marrow.

Extremely blinding and highly unstable terrifying red light surged wildly outwards from these cracks.

The commander's completely deformed face showed no sign of pain, only extreme contortion.

The blood under the skin is directly evaporated by the high temperature.

"Bang!"

A dull, deafening roar that shattered the entire inner city's bluestone slabs erupted suddenly.

Commanding the broken body, it underwent the most thorough explosion of qi and blood and disintegration of flesh and blood in mid-air.

The immense and immeasurable power of the ultimate Dao, mixed with the essence of immortal formations, exploded directly above the ruins.

Within a radius of a hundred feet, an extremely large blood-red mushroom cloud rose into the air.

A violent force swept outwards.

All the remaining spiritual energy of heaven and earth around the ruins of the array's core was instantly wiped out by this storm of blood and qi.

Within a radius of several miles, an absolutely violent and desolate spiritual zone was formed.

If even a fraction of a cultivator's true essence seeps in, it will be instantly annihilated into nothingness.

Just as the city lord regained his footing, hundreds of Qingxiao Sword Sect cultivators, riding flying swords, arrived in mid-air behind him as reinforcements.

These high-level cultivators had no idea what was going on.

Out of habit, they all simultaneously released their divine senses, wanting to investigate the results of the battle at the center of the explosion.

The city lord also extended his vast divine sense, which was at the Core Formation stage.

His divine sense had just touched the churning crimson storm.

A sudden change occurred.

The extreme blood energy mixed in the storm, carrying the purest destructive will, surged upwards directly along with the divine consciousness.

It was a raging fire that burned directly into the depths of the soul.

"Aaaaaah!"

A chorus of agonizing screams erupted in mid-air.

The arriving cultivators couldn't control the flying swords beneath their feet. Dozens of them clutched their heads with their hands, blood gushing from their eyes, and fell one after another from mid-air.

The city lord also let out a muffled groan, suddenly covering his eyes, two lines of glaring bloody tears seeping from the corners of his eyes.

My head is splitting with pain.

The area surrounding the ruins was completely transformed into an absolute blind spot of divine sense, which even a cultivator at the Core Formation stage could not perceive.

These immortals, who normally relied entirely on their divine sense to control everything, all lost their ability to perceive anything at this moment, becoming completely blind.

They could only wander aimlessly on the fringes, unable to even distinguish east from west.

The extreme chaos and the blockade of divine consciousness directly formed a perfect natural barrier.

Deep underground in Xuanni City.

In the underground river that has been used for years to discard the waste pills of the immortal city and dispose of the corpses of mining slaves.

The foul-smelling sewage went up to waist level.

Li Laosi carried Zhang Laozhang on his back as they struggled through the pitch-black river.

The water was bone-chillingly cold.

The water was full of rotten bits of flesh and pungent medicinal residue.

Swarms of poisonous maggots, attracted by the scent of fresh human blood, gathered together frantically.

Countless maggots clung tightly to Li Laosi's calves.

Its sharp mouthparts cut directly through the skin and burrow into the flesh.

Veins bulged on Li Laosi's forehead, and he was drenched in sweat.

He clenched his back teeth so tightly that his gums bled, but he didn't utter a single groan of pain.

Old Zhang's body temperature was gradually decreasing, and his body was becoming increasingly stiff.

Li Laosi held the old man's hands and dug them into his flesh.

"Uncle, don't sleep."

"Those bastards are blind, we can't catch them. I'll take you out of here."

He took a deep breath of the foul-smelling air, dragging his legs, which were covered with maggots, as he moved forward, leaving bloody footprints with each step.

on the ground.

The very center of the Soul-Slaying Storm.

The black, broken monument, now devoid of a mortal host, floated silently in mid-air.

The dark red, barren patterns on the monument's surface throbbed wildly, emitting an extremely shrill and greedy, ear-piercing buzzing sound.

The broken monument is still trying to devour the remaining source around it.

The city lord, though blind, relied on his hearing to pinpoint the location of the broken stele.

"A mere broken rock, trying to turn the world upside down!"

The city lord roared, forcefully conjuring more than a dozen thick cyan true essence chains with his hands.

The chains, with a whooshing sound, wrapped directly around the broken monument in mid-air.

The true essence had just touched the surface of the black stone.

The remaining frenzied blood within the broken monument launched a direct counterattack.

"Sizzle!"

The true essence of the Core Formation stage couldn't even last a breath before being evaporated into nothingness by the desolate blood.

The domineering backlash force, connected by true essence, slammed into the city lord's chest.

The city lord opened his mouth wide and spat out two mouthfuls of viscous, nascent-core life essence blood.

His energy instantly waned.

He dared not be arrogant any longer and pulled out an ancient array plate engraved with the phantom images of the four divine beasts from his storage ring.

"Four Symbols Sealing Spirit Array Plate, suppress it!"

The city lord smeared his life essence blood on the array plate and sacrificed it without regard for anything else.

The array plate rapidly expanded in mid-air, casting down four thick beams of light of different colors, which firmly gripped the four corners of the black broken monument.

The two forces collided and rubbed against each other wildly in mid-air, creating a deafening sound.

It took a full half-stick of incense's time to burn.

The rough patterns on the surface of the broken stele gradually faded.

The city lord collapsed completely into the mud, panting heavily, finally severing the violent backlash from the broken monument.

This violent shockwave directly affected Duanxian Mountain, which was hundreds of miles away.

In the sky, the pale blue sky-locking array that shrouded Broken Immortal Mountain had only developed cracks.

With the explosion of the array's core and the complete severing of the spiritual veins, the array's light barrier finally collapsed entirely.

Huge cracks spread wildly across the light screen.

Large chunks of the array began to fall off and dissipate into the night sky.

Song Que stood in the muddy ground deep in Broken Immortal Mountain, looking up at the sky.

My heart sank to the bottom.

The inner disciples of the Azure Sky Sword Sect around them were now completely terrified.

"The formation has been broken!"

"Spiritual energy is leaking out; the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is flowing back out!"

The disciples discovered that their source of magical power, which they could have continuously replenished through the formation, had been completely cut off.

The flying sword in his hand slowly lost its luster.

Every bit of true energy used in the dantian is a bit less.

This fear of losing their source of power plunged these disciples of the immortal sects, who usually considered themselves extraordinary, into extreme panic.

Song Que's hand gripping the sword hilt was trembling.

The mission failed, the city's protective formation was breached, and the mountain search operation became a joke.

If he were to return to the sect like this, the inner sect elders would definitely skin him alive and imprison him in the Demon Locking Tower.

"Shut up!"

Song Que's face contorted in rage as he suddenly drew his long sword and roared hysterically.

"Anyone who dares to back down even half a step, I'll chop them to pieces right now!"

He pulled a handful of talismans glowing with an eerie red light from his storage bag and threw them directly to the disciples around him.

"Activate the Longevity Talisman!"

"Burn your life force, forcibly gather energy!"

"Dig out that blood demon before the remaining spiritual energy of the formation completely dissipates!"

With a crazed look on his face, Song Que took the lead and slapped a talisman onto his chest.

A dozen strands of his hair turned white instantly, but his depleted true energy experienced a brief surge.

The deepest part of Broken Immortal Mountain.

A dark, narrow cave entrance.

Lu Chen stood in front of the 30,000-jin (approximately 15,000 kg) town-guarding monument.

His right arm, which had bulged with muscle and was smashed right in the center of the monument, was emitting wisps of white smoke.

The rough surface of the knuckles was torn in several places by the recoil.

The powerful qi and blood surged at the wound, forcibly healing the laceration in the blink of an eye.

Lu Chen slowly withdrew his burning iron fist from the mother monument.

The muffled echo of his earth-shattering punch still lingered on the surrounding rock walls.

Anan sat on the stone inside, turned her head, and listened quietly to the sounds outside.

Lu Chen turned around.

A tall, imposing figure blocked the front of the pass.

The gaze passed over the mother monument and went directly to the dark, swirling miasma-filled valley outside the cave.

Under his control, the pure Yang energy and blood of the twelve layers of "Iron Shirt" were no longer suppressed and began to be released outward little by little.

The raging heatwave forced the billowing miasma back dozens of feet.

Lu Chen didn't waste a single word. The black iron chain on his wrist made a dull clanging sound as he coldly waited for those lackeys of the immortal sects to willingly offer themselves for their deaths.