Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Lu Chen crashed onto the hard stone slab and completely lost consciousness.

Without the overwhelming suppression of the 100,000 jin of extreme brute force, the vicious sword intent left behind by the Nascent Soul Ancestor was completely unrestrained and began to wreak havoc on his back.

The thick, dark skin was repeatedly sliced ​​open by the invisible sword energy, and the pure yang blood, driven by the instinct of the thousand layers of "Iron Shirt," desperately tried to stick together and repair itself.

It splits open, heals, and then is cruelly torn apart again.

Large areas of flesh and blood were intertwined and rotten beyond recognition. White bone fragments turned outward with Lu Chen's heavy breathing, a sight that made one's scalp tingle.

The temperature on his body surface soared to an extremely terrifying level. This massive, towering body now resembled a blazing furnace, the astonishing fever almost drying out the last drop of moisture from his body, with plumes of white smoke billowing out from his pores.

Anan stepped barefoot onto the scorching hot rocky ground. The little girl groped her way closer.

She stretched out her small, jade-colored hand, unashamed of the terrifying heat, and touched the rotten flesh on Lu Chen's back.

The moment my finger touched it.

Even though Lu Chen was in a deep coma, his Extreme Dao physical body's defensive instincts were instantly and fully triggered when it was touched by external forces.

The remaining turbulent blood and qi in her meridians surged back with a deafening roar, and the force of the shockwave was about to explode outwards through her skin. If this force were to explode, A-Nan's thin, bony body would be pulverized on the spot.

At this critical moment.

Lu Chen's flared nostrils caught a very familiar scent. It was the unique herbal fragrance that Ah Nan carried.

The immense force of the recoil, powerful enough to shatter a high-level flying sword, was abruptly halted just before it was about to explode.

Relying on his subconscious, beast-like, stubborn protectiveness, he forcibly swallowed back the surge of energy that was about to burst forth.

"Well--"

The excruciating backlash exploded within his body in a series of rapid waves. While unconscious, Lu Chen clenched his teeth so tightly that blood trickled from his gums.

To prevent the spasm in her back muscles from shaking her off her feet.

He forcefully controlled all the dense, thick muscles in his body, giving up all resistance and forcibly stopping all the instinctive convulsions.

He allowed the insidious Nascent Soul sword intent to wreak havoc within his bones, cutting and scraping at will, even as the excruciating pain tore his nerves to shreds.

This fierce, savage god, who dared to overturn the table with the entire Great Wilderness Immortal Sect, now doesn't dare to move even a little finger, just to leave this blind little girl a safe and secure place to strike.

Anan knelt beside Lu Chen, two thick lines of bloody tears streaming down her face from her white-rimmed eyes.

Blood and tears dripped onto the rocks, emitting a foul, burnt smell.

Within the special inner vision of her fully awakened Jade Bone Physique, the little girl finally saw the culprit clearly.

It was a broken sword beam, about three inches long and as thin as a hair.

This thing, like a venomous snake covered in barbs, was clinging tightly to the core of Lu Chen's spine, greedily shredding the surrounding bone marrow.

"You naughty thing, don't bite it." A-Nan murmured softly in her throat.

The little girl had no idea what fear was, let alone how terrifying the unfathomable laws of the cultivation world were.

Without hesitation, she mobilized all the essence of her jade bones that she had just nurtured throughout her body. The faint light that was originally scattered throughout her limbs and bones was all cruelly stripped and squeezed out by her, and forced all of it towards the two slender fingertips of her right hand.

It carries a stubborn, all-or-nothing attitude.

A-Nan plunged her finger directly into the deepest crack in Lu Chen's back, aiming straight for his spine, and gripped the sword intent tightly.

The moment the glimmer of light touched the large bone.

"boom!"

A tremendous muffled sound erupted from the depths of the dried-up sea of ​​qi.

This aura was originally fed to them by Lu Chen using his yang blood after he refined the old medicine and removed the toxins. The two shared the same blood and qi.

The pure vitality that Anan brought was like a powerful life-saving fuse, instantly thawing the severely damaged and blocked Extreme Blood Furnace that Lu Chen had suffered from.

Pure vitality burst forth.

The inner landscape of the physical body is the cultivation of heaven and earth.

Within this completely enclosed realm, the ultimate Daoist Qi and Blood possess absolute dominance. This is Lu Chen's territory.

A thousand layers of pure yang waves roared in from all directions, transforming into towering crimson flames within the inner realm.

Before that lofty immortal law could react, it was trapped in a corner of its spine by this group of fearless and violent blood energy, leaving it no room to retreat or hide.

The Nascent Soul Sword Intent was extremely stubborn, charging left and right within the encirclement, attempting to cut through the barrier of Qi and Blood.

But this is Lu Chen's physical world, and he has nowhere to escape.

Lu Chen's subconscious was fully awakened. He gathered all the pure Yang blood flames in his body, transforming them into an incomparably heavy millstone, which he crushed down fiercely on that invisible sword energy.

I don't rely on magic techniques or spiritual energy; it's all about brute force. If you cut off one of my tendons, I'll use my vital energy to replace it with three more, grinding you down to death!

The process of refining higher-level laws is extremely dangerous.

Lu Chen's face, covered in stiff stubble, was contorted to the extreme, and he couldn't suppress the low, muffled roars that came out like those of a wounded beast.

The sound of bones clashing echoed through the cave.

The violent shock transmitted from the wound, instantly tearing open the skin and drawing blood from A-Nan's fingertips. Even though the fingers are connected to the heart, the blind little girl didn't even flinch.

She bit her pale lips and pressed them firmly against Lu Chen's wound, refusing to yield an inch, desperately trying to maintain that connection of the same source of the fuse.

"Snap!"

Accompanied by an extremely piercing sound of bones grinding violently.

That once invincible three-inch sword intent finally succumbed to the crushing force of the pure yang millstone and shattered completely.

In the instant of shattering, the sword intent transformed into a pool of foul-smelling blood, which was forcibly expelled from Lu Chen's body by his vital energy.

The blood had just begun to surface when it was about to splatter onto A-Nan's fingers.

Lu Chen's back suddenly experienced a rapid surge of Qi and blood, and the temperature of his Yang blood rose sharply in an instant.

"laugh--"

The pool of filthy blood didn't even have a chance to touch A'Nan's fingertips before it was instantly incinerated into a wisp of white smoke. Even if Lu Chen rotted in the mud, he would never let a single drop of dirt from those cultivator thieves soil A'Nan's fingers.

The broken sword was completely removed from the body. The greatest crisis was declared over.

The pure Yang Qi and blood finally flowed smoothly through the meridians without any obstruction.

Driven by the extreme vitality, the large piece of dark gold bone on Lu Chen's back, which had been cut open, reassembled and reconnected at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A series of rapid clanging sounds emanated from deep within the flesh. The torn skin and flesh quickly glued back together, and a brand-new, dark membrane covered the vital area once more.

The crisis had just subsided.

As the catalyst, A-Nan had already exhausted all the little bit of Jade Bone Essence she had just accumulated.

Her thin, frail body suddenly went limp.

"Sinking..."

She only managed to utter that very soft call before Anan collapsed, utterly exhausted, onto Lu Chen's broad, burning back. Her small hands, which had been tightly gripping Lu Chen's flesh, slid down limply.

"Ah-nan!"

Lu Chen's dark red eyes suddenly opened.

His immense strength returned instantly; he braced himself with one arm and flipped himself over off the stone slab. His rough, dark hands swiftly reached out and carefully scooped the extremely weak little girl into his arms.

The little body in my arms felt so light.

Lu Chen looked down and immediately saw A-Nan's pale face and her fingertips with torn flesh and blood.

The blind little girl was already quite thin, and now, in order to save him, she even flipped over her fingernails.

A raging, overwhelming fury surged wildly within Lu Chen's chest.

Lu Chen didn't speak.

He didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of waking the sleeping girl in his arms.

This demon god, who could crush the Grand Elder of the Immortal Sect into mincemeat, was now quietly lowering his enormous head, looking just like an old wolf protecting its cubs.

Lu Chen moved closer with extreme gentleness and clumsiness. He stuck out his tongue and carefully licked away the remaining blood and bits of flesh from A-Nan's fingertips, bit by bit.

With each lick, it felt like a whip lashing at my heart.

"I'll make sure nothing happens to you." Lu Chen lowered his voice, which was terribly hoarse.

He raised his eyes and looked at the pile of high-grade storage jade pouches he had retrieved from the battlefield.

That belonged to the Grand Elder of the Immortal Sect, and it was covered with top-tier restrictions. A-Nan's life force had been completely drained, and she desperately needed a powerful remedy to replenish her bones and marrow.

Lu Chen grabbed the largest jade pouch, which was covered with high-level sealing arrays, and held it in his hand.

Two large hands gripped the immortal seals on both sides of the jade pouch. The veins in his arms bulged, and a violent power gathered wildly at his fingertips.

"What kind of bullshit immortal restriction is this? Open it for me!"