Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

At the bottom of the dried-up giant pit, a pungent yellow-green toxic liquid seeped from the cracks in the rubble.

The Lord of Xuanni City lay sprawled in the mud and fragments of his own golden core, his wrists rife with broken bones.

He stared at Lu Chen's raised right foot, at the dark skin covered with dark gold patterns, and was utterly terrified.

"Don't kill me! I know the Azure Sky Sword Sect's trump card!"

The old man was snotting through his mouth, his features contorted in agony. Ignoring the blood and foam in his mouth, he screamed desperately through his slurred voice.

"The three hundred vanguards carried the 'Nascent Soul Demon-Slaying Sword Talisman' bestowed by the Azure Sky Ancestor!"

"They set up a deadly trap at the narrow pass!"

After listening, Lu Chen grinned, revealing a cold and fierce smile on his stubble-covered chin.

I don't care about your Nascent Soul Sword Talisman.

If you mess with me, even the King of Heaven will smash your bones.

Without uttering a single wasted word, his right foot, carrying the immense force of 100,000 jin, slammed down.

"Bang!"

A dull thud.

The Xuanni City Lord's mangled body, along with his shattered Qi Sea, was crushed into a bloody mess by this large iron boot.

Bone fragments mixed with bits of flesh were deeply embedded in the granite foundation.

The once powerful Golden Core City Lord, the local tyrant of the Immortal City who exploited the lower classes, was forcibly erased from the world without even having a chance to utter a single last word.

Lu Chen withdrew his large foot.

A faint green light flashed within the pile of rotting flesh.

He used his toe to pick up the dark gold communication jade talisman covered in bits of guts.

The jade talisman shimmered with light, and echoing divine commands emanated from within, cold and aloof.

"The outer perimeter has been established."

"Three hundred vanguard sword cultivators have taken their positions at the First Line of Heaven, and the Demon-Slaying Sword Talisman Array Eyes are ready."

"Once that thief shows himself, immediately launch an attack and kill him on the spot."

Before Lu Chen could finish listening, he clenched his five thick fingers tightly.

"Click."

The priceless jade talisman was crushed into a pinch of powder in his palm.

Is the immortal sect setting a trap?

Then I'll go and flip your table.

He turned around, grabbed the thick, century-old black iron chain with his backhand, and wrapped the 30,000-jin town-suppressing black stele tightly around his right arm again.

Dragging the large black monument backwards, they strode back towards the cave.

Cave entrance.

The strong smell of blood mixed with the rainwater rushed into people's noses.

Li Laosi was leading the remaining few dozen surviving miners, digging a pit with their bare hands in the muddy ground.

They carefully placed the mutilated bodies of their brothers, who had been bitten and mutilated while trying to fend off the insect swarms, into the shallow pit and buried them.

No one cried out; there was only heavy breathing and the sound of digging in the soil.

The heavy dragging sound of chains came from the depths of the poisonous miasma.

"Clang! Clang!"

Li Laosi suddenly straightened up.

All the miners stopped what they were doing and turned to look into the black fog.

The poisonous miasma was expelled by the powerful flow of qi and blood.

Lu Chen, shirtless, dragged the massive 30,000-pound black stele, looking like an ancient demon god who had just crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, as he walked back step by step through the mud.

This moment.

In the eyes of these lowly miners, besides the relief of escaping death, an extremely fanatical awe burst forth.

This is their living ancestor, a ruthless person who can shatter the rules of the immortal sect with a single step.

Lu Chen glanced at the newly buried mounds scattered on the ground.

He strode forward in his large black iron boots and walked straight to the dilapidated Xuan Iron alchemy furnace.

He waved his left hand.

The fiery, pure yang energy and blood that had been sealed at the furnace mouth suddenly burst open.

The residual heat from the bottom of the furnace was still radiating outwards, and the thick soup inside, mostly made from the bones and flesh of a second-tier peak demon beast, was bubbling violently.

Lu Chen opened his left palm.

That mass of pure, wild blood, wrapped in pure Yang blood and forcibly pulled from the golden core of the Xuan Ni City Lord, lay quietly in my hand.

He didn't care about any alchemy techniques at all.

With a flick of the wrist.

He threw the reclaimed pure wild blood directly into the boiling meat soup.

"Sizzle!"

A sudden change occurred.

The originally brownish broth of demonic beasts exploded like a powder keg the moment it came into contact with the mass of wild blood.

The entire pot of soup turned a glaring crimson red at a visible speed.

The extreme heat caused the soup noodles to simmer, like a pot of boiling lava, so vibrant that a layer of bloody mist condensed at the stove opening.

Several miners who were nearby felt their legs go weak from the strong smell of blood.

Lu Chen turned around.

The broad, wall-like spine firmly blocked the cold wind blowing in from outside the cave.

He stretched out his thick, calloused finger and pointed at the boiling iron pot. His rough voice echoed between the stone walls, making people's eardrums buzz.

"Listen up, all of you!"

"This isn't human blood!"

"This is the indomitable will of hundreds of wronged souls from Xuanni City, drained dry by that old dog but not yet burned away!"

"This is the seed of our ancient, supreme body cultivation that we left behind in this world!"

Lu Chen's crimson eyes swept across the faces of every miner.

"Those who cultivate immortality treat us like dirt, while they use this stuff as medicine to break through their cultivation levels!"

"Today, I'll bring this spark to life for you!"

He slammed his large hand on the edge of the black iron furnace, causing the blood waves inside to surge three feet high.

"Drink it!"

"May the spirit of the dead grow together with your bones!"

"Live for them, kill for them!"

This extremely brutal and ruthless declaration completely ignited the deathly silence in the cave.

Li Laosi's eyes were filled with tears, and his blood-stained face was flushed red.

He did not hesitate at all.

He strode to the alchemy furnace, picked up a chipped iron bowl with both hands, and scooped up a large bowl full of boiling, crimson blood soup.

He tilted his head back and gulped it all down in one breath.

"boom!"

After the first sip of soup, Li Laosi's skin instantly turned a dark red, like a branding iron.

A massive, turbulent ancient life force and the essence of demonic beasts exploded within his battered body.

Li Laosi was in so much pain that his face contorted, his knees buckled, and he was about to kneel down.

A large, dark iron hand gripped his shoulder.

"Stand up straight! No kneeling!"

Lu Chen shouted loudly.

Pure Yang Dao Qi and blood surged forth from his palms, like a towering mountain, firmly suppressing the rampant violent power surging within Li Laosi's body.

The precise control of the heat precisely regulates the absorption of the blood soup.

This is a living, breathing example of hardcore tempering.

For a full two or three hours.

The cave was filled with heavy breathing and the sound of bones stretching.

Li Laosi endured excruciating steaming pain, as if his skin had been peeled off and his bones had been torn apart.

The previously severed tendons and bone fragments in the left arm, under the wash of the desolate blood, made a series of cracking sounds as they were forcibly reconnected.

The newly formed muscles bulged out like blocks of iron.

"break!"

Li Laosi raised his head and let out a long howl.

A dark red aura of blood and qi shot out from the top of his head, rising three feet high above his body!

The remaining dozens of miners watched with eyes blazing with fury.

They lined up, each with a large bowl, and poured the scalding hot blood soup down their throats.

Lu Chen stood nearby, using his immense blood and qi to forcefully protect each of these lowly laborers.

The skin and flesh were torn, and impurities were expelled.

These emaciated men survived the most crucial physical tempering process.

When I stood up again.

Dozens of burly men, their muscles bulging, their eyes gleaming with an indomitable, ancient, and wild red light.

The timid and subservient demeanor that had previously characterized him vanished completely.

Standing here now are a group of transformed, wild warriors who dare to fight immortals to the death.

By this time, the heavy rain outside the cave had stopped.

The sky was bright.

A pale ray of sunlight pierced through the poisonous miasma and shone into the outer perimeter of the cave.

Lu Chen turned around.

He casually picked up the storage bag he had just taken from the Qingxiao Sword Sect cultivator, crushed the restriction with his bare hands, and poured the spirit stones and weapons inside at Li Laosi's feet.

Lu Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out the howling wind outside the cave.

"Carry the indomitable flame to develop in the western wilderness."

He re-tied the sleeping girl to his chest with the wolf skin.

The tendon in his right hand tightened the iron chain wrapped around the large black monument.

Lu Chen looked up at the direction of the narrow passage, his eyes filled with rage.

"I'll kill those three hundred dogs outside all by myself."