Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Lu Chen's two rows of thick teeth clashed violently.

A large chunk of his tongue was bitten off on the spot.

The salty, hot blood rushed down his throat and into his stomach.

The excruciating pain caused the numb, thick nerves to throb violently again.

He completely ignored the large area of ​​rotten flesh rolled up on his back.

They ignored the lingering sword intent of the Nascent Soul that was still drilling deep into the bones.

The thick tendons on the large waist were tightened wildly.

He forcefully straightened the spine, which had been bent half an inch by the sword energy.

This demonic, mangled body stood like a towering iron pillar at the entrance to this canyon littered with shattered corpses.

That old dog from the Immortal Sect wants to break my bones.

He's dreaming big!

Lu Chen dragged his heavy black iron boots and strode to the pile of flesh that had been smashed into a pulp by the large black monument.

That was the Golden Core Grand Elder who was high and mighty just over a hundred breaths ago.

We can't even piece together a complete skull now.

Lu Chen plunged his large hand into the pool of blood mixed with broken intestines and mud.

I searched for a bit.

He directly pried out a high-level natal jade pouch covered in red and white substances.

There were also several fragments of high-grade spirit stones that had shattered under violent pressure.

These were all the food rations he risked his life for.

Lu Chen was like a ferocious, ancient beast guarding its food.

Without thinking twice, he haphazardly stuffed these resources, which the cultivation world would fight tooth and nail for, into the tattered cloth pocket at his waist.

The actions were extremely rude.

Several jade slips shimmering with a bluish light were scattered on the ground.

This is a high-level sword technique dropped by the elders of the Qingxiao Sect before they died.

If you just randomly pick one out and put it outside, it can cause a bloodbath among the lowly cultivators.

Lu Chen glanced at it.

The big foot sole lifted up.

He stepped on these exquisite jade slips of immortals without any hesitation.

"Click."

Jade dust flew everywhere.

The top-tier cultivation method, revered as a divine artifact by cultivators, was crushed into a pile of white waste powder drifting in the wind beneath the soles of his rough shoes.

Cultivate this kind of destructive practice that severs all feelings and ties.

In the end, they weren't even human anymore; they were just rotten mud from this desolate wilderness.

I don't care at all!

Lu Chen turned around.

In the narrow passage of the One Line Sky Canyon, more than three hundred natal flying swords, now devoid of spiritual energy, are scattered haphazardly.

These are all deadly weapons that the elite Qingxiao warriors have nurtured for half their lives.

Lu Chen strode over.

Two enormous, ridiculously wide iron hands were spread out.

Just like an old farmer in the countryside gathering firewood during the autumn harvest, he gathered all the flying swords on the ground into one pile.

He grabbed the pile of sharp magical weapons.

His two thick, strong arms suddenly pulled together.

A tremendous burst of 100,000 jin of extreme brute force erupted!

The ear-piercing sound of metal scraping echoed wildly through the valley.

Those top-grade flying swords that were normally so sharp and indestructible were directly squeezed and deformed under the pure pressure of the physical body.

The sword was bent.

The sword hilt broke.

In just a few breaths.

More than three hundred flying swords were forcibly kneaded by Lu Chen with his two fleshy palms into a huge scrap iron ball that was half a zhang wide.

The swords clashed, devoid of any ethereal beauty.

All that was left was an extremely ugly lump of scrap metal.

"You think you can strangle me with this piece of junk?"

Lu Chen kicked out with his big foot.

The huge iron ball rolled to the side of the mountain path.

The work isn't finished yet.

Lu Chen bent his thick back.

He grabbed the corpses and remains of the Qingxiao sword cultivators from the ground with both hands.

He was carrying two headless corpses in one hand and dragging three broken-legged torsos in the other.

It's like stacking sacks in a quarry.

One body after another.

They started piling things up right in the very center of the narrowest entrance to the narrow passage.

The thigh was pressing down on the arm.

The severed head was covered by the mangled body.

These people were once high-ranking elites of their sects, enjoying the offerings of ordinary people and trampling on the bones of lowly mining slaves.

Now, they have become bloodstained, stinking bricks on this desolate land.

The stacking speed is extremely fast.

Before long, a horrifying mound of corpses, three or four zhang high and emitting a pungent smell of blood, completely blocked the narrow passage!

Fresh blood flowed swiftly down the cracks in the rocks.

It turned the entire canyon into a shocking dark red.

Lu Chen lifted the large iron ball, which was forged from hundreds of flying swords, with one hand.

Big Foot slammed down on the rock face.

He leaped into the air and landed directly at the very top of the mound of corpses.

Use your waist muscles to generate power.

He swung his big arm in a wide arc.

"boom!"

He used his brute force of 100,000 jin to firmly suppress the huge iron ball into the pile of corpses at the top of the Jingguan!

That's a damn boundary marker!

No more dogs that cultivate immortality dare to take another step into the Great Wilderness.

This is what happens!

This extremely brutal humiliation shattered the dignity that the immortals had maintained for thousands of years.

At the very moment the iron ball struck and the Jingguan (a mound of stones) was completely formed.

The laws of Heaven seemed to respond.

The lingering resentment of the three hundred tragically killed sword cultivators was mixed with the karmic ties planted in their lives by the Qingxiao Sect.

It directly transformed into countless invisible, pitch-black karmic shackles.

These shackles, flowing with blood, clung tightly to the sheer cliffs on either side of the narrow passage.

It became an inescapable ominous anchor point in this world.

Even if those powerful figures of the Azure Sky Sword Sect were to destroy the Heavenly Secrets Abacus in the future, they could only trace it back to this Jingguan that trampled their dignity underfoot.

Further into the desolate wilderness, all that remains is a scene of bloodshed.

"Trying to scheme against me?"

Lu Chen stood atop the pile of corpses, his chest heaving violently.

"If you've got the guts, come and eat this pile of rotten flesh clean."

His keen intuition suddenly jolted twice.

Hundreds of miles away in mid-air.

Several terrifying immortal auras, far exceeding those of the Golden Core stage, were surging wildly and rapidly probing this direction.

The main force of the Immortal Sect's backup plan is about to arrive.

Lu Chen didn't waste his breath.

He leaped off the pile of corpses.

A rough, large hand grabbed the century-old black iron chain connecting the large black stele.

Tighten the large tendon in the right arm.

Dragging the heavy weapon that had just crushed the Golden Core cultivator, he turned around and plunged headfirst into the deep, foul-smelling black miasma of the Great Wilderness.

withdraw!

My current physique simply cannot withstand the second Nascent Soul trump card.

Lu Chen ran wildly through the dense forest.

Poison ivy and thorny bushes were crushed into dust by his rampaging body.

They crashed into and broke countless dead old trees along the way.

He drove straight into the deepest part of the wilderness for more than ten miles.

The sound of rushing water was deafening ahead.

A murky waterfall, mixed with mud, hangs on the cliff.

The air was filled with an extremely pungent smell of sulfur.

Lu Chen's two large iron boots slid through the slippery moss and pierced directly through the water curtain.

Behind the waterfall is a deep, natural underground cave.

The smell of sulfur was so strong that it was hard to breathe.

But this was exactly the perfect hiding place he was looking for.

The smell is strong enough.

It can completely cover up the smell of blood and qi on the body, and even the traces of immortality left by the Nascent Soul Sword Qi.

Even if a powerful immortal used a soul-searching dog to sniff it, all they could smell was the stench of rotten eggs.

Lu Chen put down the 30,000-jin black tablet.

He turned around, picked up a huge round stone, and used brute force to block the entrance of the hole from the inside.

The faint light outside was completely extinguished.

Only the sound of dripping water remained in the cave.

Lu Chen leaned against the stone wall, panting heavily.

That thick left hand began to tremble slightly, somewhat uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth and untied the three hundred-year-old black iron chains wrapped around his chest, one by one.

Lift the thick, dark wolf skin.

His movements were extremely slow and gentle, completely unlike the ferocious god who had just been crushing people's heads outside.

Lu Chen took A-Nan out of the swaddle.

It was placed steadily on a relatively flat and dry stone bed.

The girl was wrapped up inside the coat the whole way, and didn't get hurt at all.

As soon as A-Nan touched the stone bed.

Beneath her slender frame, the previously subdued faint light of her jade-like bones suddenly flickered uncontrollably twice.

This girl is blind.

However, his perception of qi and blood has become so acute that it is at the level of a demon.

She sniffed the air with her little nose.

His face turned deathly pale instantly.

She didn't care about her surroundings at all, and desperately stretched her two little hands forward.

She clung tightly to the corner of Lu Chen's tattered clothes, which were reduced to mere strips of cloth.

The knuckles of his fingers were a frightening bluish-white from excessive force.

"Sinking..."

A-Nan's voice was full of unease and panic.

She smelled it.

The pure yang energy emanating from Lu Chen's body, which was originally as vigorous as a furnace, was gone.

It's all gone.

Instead, there was an extremely terrifying, chilling aura of decay and death.

Like a piece of wood that is rotting away rapidly.

This is not the taste a living person should have!

in the dark.

Lu Chen's face, covered in stiff stubble, was pulled upwards.

His mouth was wide open.

He tried to force out two of his usual nonchalant, rough laughs.

I wanted to pat this girl on the head and tell her that even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up.

His mouth had barely opened a crack.

A sudden upward thrust from deep within his throat.

He couldn't suppress the gushing, bone-chillingly dark blood and vomited it all out of his mouth!

"puff!"

Black blood sprayed directly onto the rocky ground beside them.

The stone surface was immediately corroded, making a hissing sound and emitting a plume of extremely foul-smelling white smoke.

Lu Chen's massive, tower-like body was sculpted.

The moment the mouthful of black blood was spat out, it shook violently twice.

His two thick thighs trembled completely.

I can't hold on any longer.

The overwhelming suppressive power of the Thousand-Layer Iron Shirt technique had long been completely exhausted during this frantic run and desperate battle.

The nascent soul sword intent that had been trapped in his back muscles was finally freed from the constraints of the major tendons.

This insidious and poisonous Daoist law is like a venomous snake that has smelled blood.

It slashed deep into the core bone in the middle of his spine!

"Boom!"

Lu Chen's knees slammed heavily onto the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the entire massive body fell forward.

It slammed solidly onto the cold stone slab, producing a dull thud.

The crisis has completely erupted!

The forced suppression, devoid of pure Yang blood, was lost.

The wild, extreme tendons within his body instantly went out of control.

The pure yang fire surged wildly through his meridians.

Meanwhile, that chilling, bone-piercing Nascent Soul sword intent was frantically slashing and destroying within his very marrow.

Two monstrous forces with completely opposite attributes turned Lu Chen's physical body into the most brutal battlefield.

The body surface temperature instantly soared to its peak.

That originally dark black, hard membrane turned a dazzling crimson red, like a branding iron, at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The high temperature caused the sweat on his body to evaporate instantly.

Large plumes of white smoke billowed out of his pores.

On the verge of going mad!

This is the most dangerous gate to hell for those who cultivate the ultimate body; one wrong step and their body will explode on the spot, turning into a pile of rotten flesh.

The cave was extremely quiet.

You could hear a pin drop.

Only Lu Chen lay on the stone slab, his throat emitting an uncontrollable, heavy bellows-like sound.

Anan knelt on the stone bed.

Two small hands gripped the torn corner of the clothes tightly.

Her eyes were covered with a thick white film.

Without any warning.

Two lines of bright red tears of blood flowed down her thin cheeks and dripped onto the gray stone.

That was the backlash from the little girl forcibly pushing her Spirit Eye physique to its limit.

She didn't cry out loud.

Ah Nan groped her way down from the stone bed, barefoot.

Stepping on the ground, which was scorching hot from Lu Chen's body heat.

She moved little by little.

He leaned against Lu Chen's enormous body, which looked like a furnace about to explode.

"It's heavy, but it doesn't hurt."

The little girl's soft voice trembled slightly.

She stretched out her small hands, which gleamed with a jade-like sheen.

They weren't afraid of being burned by that branding iron-like skin at all.

It went straight at Lu Chen's horribly rotten back, where the wounds were so deep that the bones were visible.

They probed down.