Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The aftershocks of the Nascent Soul Demon-Slaying Sword Talisman slashed down upon him.

A large tear was immediately ripped open in the dark skin on Lu Chen's back.

The wound was so deep that the bone was visible, and the skin and flesh rolled up to both sides, revealing the stark white bone underneath.

The remaining Nascent Soul sword energy transformed into a group of vicious, bone-penetrating venomous weevils, frantically drilling into his major acupoints along the torn flesh.

This sword energy carried the most powerful destructive laws of the cultivation world, attempting to completely dismember this mortal body.

A sharp pain shot straight to my head.

Lu Chen's eyes flashed with a terrifying crimson light, and a beast-like growl was suppressed in his throat.

The thick fascia of the thousand-layer iron shirt suddenly tightened violently inward!

The dark golden periosteum erupted fully from deep within the flesh and blood.

He used his abnormally tough back muscles to firmly trap the invisible Nascent Soul sword energy outside the bone gaps.

The two forces clashed fiercely on the back, producing a teeth-grinding friction sound.

He wouldn't let the sword energy penetrate even an inch.

Despite the horrific injuries, the thick layer of Ghost Wind Wolf skin on his chest remained completely untouched by dust.

The girl inside the wolf skin, protected by pure yang qi and blood, didn't lose a single hair.

Outside, there was blood and flesh flying everywhere, but inside, there was a blind girl who was unharmed.

This extreme contrast in arrogance vividly demonstrates Lu Chen's fierce protectiveness towards his own.

In mid-air, on the enormous bronze chariot of the Qingxiao Sect.

The elder leading the group gripped the chariot railings tightly, his fingernails digging into the hard bronze.

He watched as the peasant's back gushed blood, yet his two large feet remained firmly planted on the ground, standing tall and unyielding.

"impossible!"

The elder screamed in terror, his voice cracking.

"The Nascent Soul stage trump card bestowed by the Ancestor can instantly kill even a Core Formation stage cultivator!"

"How could I possibly be unable to control a mere ant!"

He was terrified, his palms were covered in cold sweat, and even his Dao heart developed irreparable cracks.

This is a Nascent Soul Law that ignores defense.

This savage fellow actually endured it all with his stinking flesh, without even bending his legs.

Just then, the large black stele, whose outer charred stone shell had been cleaved off by the sword energy, underwent a deadly change.

After the disguise was peeled away, the [Suppressing Heaven Desolate Bone Primordial Evil Stele] completely revealed its true form, a mixture of scarlet and dark colors.

On the surface of the monument, ancient and desolate ancient patterns began to flow wildly, emanating a terrifying aura that could crush the heavens.

The weight of this murder weapon skyrocketed from 30,000 jin to 60,000 jin on the spot!

A terrifying, immense pressure crashed down instantly.

The foundation of the narrow pass could not withstand such an ancient and powerful artifact, and a large area collapsed.

The rocks around the mud pit were crushed into powder, and the entire canyon was shaking violently.

Despite the excruciating pain from his torn back muscles, Lu Chen grinned, revealing his stubble-covered chin, and let out a burst of wild laughter.

"Old man, you've played your cards!"

"Now it's my turn!"

He gripped the thick, century-old black iron chain with one hand.

The muscles on his upper arms bulged out, with veins coiled together.

"Give me a name!"

With a sudden burst of strength, he forcefully pulled the 60,000-pound peerless evil monument directly out of the collapsed mud pit.

Its towering body transformed into an ancient beast that had broken free of its chains, dragging a giant monument as it charged head-on towards the Qingxiao Sect's war chariot in mid-air.

The Grand Elder watched the approaching demon god and smelled the tangible stench of death.

Faced with a life-or-death situation, the old dog was utterly desperate.

He simply crushed a portion of the essence on the surface of his natal golden core!

By using this self-destructive method that cut off his future cultivation, he forcibly extracted the last bit of true essence from his depleted Qi Sea.

A bluish-green light shone on the chariot.

He barely managed to prop open the three top-grade defensive magical artifacts, transforming them into three thick layers of spiritual light shields.

"Stop him!" the elder roared desperately, his features contorted in pain.

Lu Chen didn't waste any words.

He swung the 60,000-jin (30,000 kg) desolate, malevolent monument with both hands and smashed it down on the chariot.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar, enough to shatter eardrums, echoed through the canyon.

The 60,000-jin fierce stele, carrying 100,000 jin of extreme brute force, along with the arrogant bronze chariot, was heavily slammed into the granite below.

Lu Chen remained expressionless.

In order not to wake the girl inside the wolf skin on his chest, he even deliberately concealed the aftershocks of his movements.

The giant monument fell with remarkable composure, without generating a significant shockwave.

But beneath his big black iron boots.

The high and mighty Golden Core Elder, along with his three top-grade defensive magic artifacts, was being ground down bit by bit by the immense pressure of 60,000 jin.

"ah--"

The sound of bones cracking is chilling.

The mournful cries of the ritual implements mingled with the sounds of flesh being squeezed.

Before the elder could even let out a second scream, he was crushed into a pool of evenly distributed blood foam.

Extreme ferocity and extreme tenderness explode into a brutal aesthetic of contrasting violence at this moment.

The elder leading the team was instantly killed.

The hundreds of elite sword cultivators around them, who had lost their spiritual energy shield and had already fallen to the ground, had completely lost their will to fight.

They watched as their own revered elder was turned into mincemeat.

"Monster! He's a monster!"

"Run! Get out of the Great Wilderness!"

Without a leader, the formation was in complete disarray.

Hundreds of people stumbled and scrambled in all directions, frantically fleeing towards the outside of the canyon, losing their shoes in the process.

"Since you're already here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Lu Chen said coldly.

He strode out, his two large feet slamming heavily onto the ground.

The pure yang qi and blood in his body gushed out without reservation.

Crimson blood and qi rapidly gathered in mid-air, instantly transforming into a blazing crimson storm.

The storm swept across the area, completely sealing off the exit of the narrow passage.

Close the door and beat the dog!

Lu Chen dragged the large iron chain and charged into the fleeing crowd.

There are no dazzling spell clashes here.

There are no fancy tricks or magical techniques involved.

Only the most primal and brutal collision of flesh and blood.

With each step he took, a swordsman's sternum was crushed and dented.

Every punch he throws is accompanied by a sickeningly loud thud as a head explodes.

"The rules of the immortal sect? My fists are the rules!"

Lu Chen slapped him across the face, cleaving a Foundation Establishment sword cultivator who was begging for mercy in two, along with his flying sword.

"High and mighty? Get your ass stuck in the mud!"

With a single bull-like charge, five or six sword cultivators suffered internal organ rupture and coughed up blood.

He casually tossed the mutilated corpses into the mud.

It was a one-sided massacre, with every punch landing hard and blood everywhere.

After suppressing more than two hundred sword cultivators in succession.

Lu Chen suddenly paused for a moment.

Taking advantage of the moment when his blood and qi were being severely depleted, the nascent sword intent that was stuck in his back muscles suddenly plunged half an inch into the depths of his bones!

"Well!"

Lu Chen let out a muffled groan.

Dark blood gushed uncontrollably from his mouth and nose, dripping onto the iron chains on his chest.

After enduring the Nascent Soul's trump card and continuous high-intensity attacks, the ultimate Qi and blood of the Thousand-Layer Iron Shirt technique was nearing its limit.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

On the outermost edge, the remaining few dozen sword cultivators, who had been completely terrified, seized the opportunity and scrambled out of the poisonous miasma border of the Great Wilderness.

They fled back to the spiritually vibrant outside world, riding their swords at breakneck speed without daring to look back, lest the demon god chase after them.

Lu Chen's two large iron boots stepped on the border line.

He did not venture beyond this spiritually barren area to pursue the killer.

The violent ferocity was forcibly suppressed by reason.

My current condition is too poor. Once I step out of the Great Wilderness, I am likely to encounter a hidden ambush set up by the immortal barriers outside.

Do not pursue a desperate enemy; beware of ambushes.

Lu Chen turned around.

He strained his massive, almost collapsing body, stubbornly refusing to fall.

Walked among the corpses scattered on the ground.

His rough, large hands groped unceremoniously among the severed limbs and arms, and kicked aside a broken sword blocking his way.

"Click, click."

The immortal restriction was crushed directly by his brute force.

He roughly ripped off hundreds of high-end storage bags.

He plundered all the spirit stones, pills, and ancient medicines inside.

He stuffed them all into the hidden lining of the wolfskin pelt on his chest, making them bulge.

"Chen, you're bleeding."

A-Nan's soft, sweet voice drifted through the crack, carrying a heavy nasal tone.

The little girl felt the sticky heat through the wolf skin with her fingers, and her tone was anxious.

"It's nothing, just blood splattered from killing a dog."

Lu Chen gasped for breath, trying to suppress the surging smell of blood.

After stuffing the last few spoils into the interlayer.

The towering structure suddenly swayed violently.

Lu Chen's vision went completely black, stars flashed before his eyes, and his ears were ringing.

From the deep, bone-revealing crack on his back, pale white blood seeped out, flowing straight down the dark skin membrane.