Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

To deal with this remnant spirit of a Nascent Soul that doesn't even have a physical body, Lu Chen didn't bother with any kind of immortal formation defense.

Those incantations and magical artifacts that cultivators use to protect their sea of ​​consciousness are nothing but empty gestures in his eyes. He firmly believes that his own body, imbued with the purest and most powerful Yang energy, is the most scorching fire specifically designed to burn through all evil spirits and demons!

"boom!"

Lu Chen's entire dark gold skeleton emitted a deafening roar, and the boundless extreme qi and blood within his body suddenly erupted on his back.

An extremely violent surge of pure Yang heat burst forth from his pores. Red light radiated everywhere, and the intense heat instantly scorched the barren trees within a hundred miles into charcoal. This wild, blood-red light condensed in mid-air, transforming into a gigantic, solid crimson sun, which pressed firmly against Lu Chen's broad back.

The 90,000-jin [Suppressing Heaven Desolate Bone Primordial Ferocious Stele] it carried emitted a deafening, ear-piercing hum due to the awakening of this extreme blood.

On the massive black monument, primordial, ruthless, and malevolent winds, dormant for countless years, surged forth. These winds twisted and turned in mid-air, transforming directly into a crimson-black dragon that howled and tightly coiled around the century-old black iron chain and Lu Chen's right fist.

The enormous blue eye in the sky is now in big trouble.

The corrosive acid rain, which had lingered for millennia, fell and struck the giant blue eye, producing a series of hissing, corrosive sounds. The entire desolate, spiritless region, from its very core, repelled the lofty laws of immortality!

Acid rain is pouring down from above, while pure yang fire burns below. The remnant soul of the ancestor high in the heavens is caught in this double attack, emitting an extremely tragic burning and sizzling sound, a sound that is utterly ear-piercing.

at the same time.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away in Zhongtian Prefecture, in the deepest secret chamber of the Qingxiao Sword Sect.

The Azure Sky Ancestor, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, suddenly convulsed violently. Severing the connection with his life soul, he was met with the most ferocious backlash from the laws.

"puff--!"

The ancestor's heart meridian was severely damaged, and his old mouth opened wide, spitting out three mouthfuls of primordial blood essence with a golden glow. He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with horror.

He clearly sensed that his divine sense, as a powerful being in the Nascent Soul stage, had encountered some kind of unreasonable and natural force that countered him, and had been used as dry fuel to start a fire by the ants on the ground!

Above the vast wilderness, wild laughter reverberated through the heavens.

"Stop hiding in the clouds pretending to be some kind of celestial being! Get down from the clouds and eat the mud!"

Lu Chen looked up at the sky and cursed angrily, showing no respect for those in power.

Two thick, tree-trunk-like thighs suddenly exerted force. The extreme stomp of the 100,000-jin Extreme Body directly blasted a deep abyss-like fissure hundreds of feet deep into the ground beneath their feet.

Using the terrifying recoil force of a hundred feet, Lu Chen, carrying the heavy, 90,000-pound fierce monument on his back, smashed through the Great Wilderness miasma and soared straight into the void.

The ancestral image in mid-air was still rapidly changing, attempting to unleash a high-level immortal technique to suppress it.

Lu Chen completely ignored those fancy spells.

In mid-air, he moved with perfect coordination of waist and stance, every muscle in his body taut to its limit. His dark gold right fist, infused with the immense power of a hundred thousand jin of supreme strength, aimed heavily at the arrogant old ancestor's face, striking horizontally across his chest in an extremely savage and brutal manner!

The immense malevolent pressure brought forth an extremely ear-piercing, large-scale void explosion.

One force can overcome ten techniques!

This powerful punch didn't draw upon any spiritual energy from heaven and earth; it relied solely on pure physical strength to compress the air in front of it into a heavy block of iron.

The fist, along with the compressed iron block, slammed into the majestic immortal face.

The enormous ancestral phantom didn't even have time to scream before it was shattered into thousands of blue light spots by the violence and completely collapsed.

In the final instant before the phantom vanished, the remnant soul of the ancestor saw a terrifying scene that did not belong to this era through Lu Chen's eyes, which were burning with pure yang fire.

That was the ancient, primitive era.

Countless powerful body cultivators, their muscles bulging and covered in dark gold patterns, were tearing a giant immortal falling from the sky in two with their bare hands.

An indescribable, profound fear and chill that transcended eras exploded completely within the ancestor's fragmented consciousness, only to be blown away by the winds of the Great Wilderness.

"Bang!"

Lu Chen landed heavily with a tremendous gust of wind.

Two large black iron boots crushed the hard rock on the spot, sending rocks flying through the air.

He raised his head, letting out a chilling laugh, delivering the most violent mockery to the heavens: "Old dog, thank you for sending me a fragment of your life soul from so far away; it'll be perfect for warming my body!"

With this punch completely shattering the main chain containing cause and effect and the soul of life, all traces of the immortal path in this world were wiped clean.

For a very long time to come, Zhongtianzhou will absolutely lose the ability to trace the location coordinates of the Great Wilderness again.

Lu Chen used violence to confront the enemy head-on, thus gaining the most precious window into the depths of his hidden potential for himself and A'nan.

The commotion subsided.

Lu Chen looked down at the Ghost Wind Wolf skin tied to his chest.

The leather lid was pushed open by a small hand. Anan nestled obediently inside, not only unharmed by the earth-shattering power she had just experienced, but also sleeping soundly under the nourishment of the pure yang qi and blood shield.

The little girl stretched out her small, jade-colored hand and touched Lu Chen's rough chin, which was dripping with dark red blood.

There is no spiritual nourishment, only the most instinctive closeness.

This simple, two-way comfort struck a chord with Lu Chen's hardened heart. His murderous aura and rage dissipated considerably in that instant.

Lu Chen wiped the blood from his chin with the back of his hand.

He was acutely aware of his current predicament. As long as he carried that massive black stele weighing ninety thousand jin and maintained his Ancient Forbidden Body, those major sects from Zhongtian Prefecture would eventually launch a counterattack against the Great Wilderness.

Tonight is just a temporary respite.

Lu Chen showed no pride or slackening. His determination to open the "Ten Thousand Year Blood Tomb" underground in Zhongtian Prefecture and unleash the next level of extreme combat power grew stronger and more unwavering in his heart.

Only by training your fists to the point where they can smash the sky can you protect the person in your arms.

Lu Chen quickly concealed the qi and blood he was releasing and hid himself.

His large, thick hands gripped the black iron chain tightly. He strode around and walked into the dense, pure red forest ahead, a place devoid of any human presence or animal sounds.

He completely concealed himself in the deep poisonous miasma, giving Gao Tian no clue whatsoever as to how he could be found.

In the same cold, moonless night.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away in the desolate Western Wilderness, another extreme flame is advancing wildly.

Li Laosi, carrying his tattered machete, led a group of sixty blood-soaked, disabled civilians for several days through an extremely thick, pale, dry fog. Everyone had reached the limit of dehydration.

Just when the team was about to run out of energy.

The thick, pale fog ahead was suddenly dispersed by a chilling, ancient wind.

Li Laosi stopped in his tracks, and all sixty men raised their heads in unison. The incomplete Extreme Dao Blood Furnaces within their bodies began to boil and roar uncontrollably at that moment.

An ancient, breathtaking scene that caused the blood and qi in everyone's bodies to resonate wildly suddenly appeared in the sight of this group of Western Wilderness Blood Disciples.