Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

A-Nan's voice wasn't loud.

But it caused Lu Chen's muscles to tense up instantly.

He looked in the direction the little girl was pointing.

The 90,000-jin black stele stood quietly blocking the entrance to the cave.

In his vision, devoid of any divine sense, the surface of the monument was spotless, with only rough stone patterns and dark golden traces of desolate bones; there was no trace of any blue, cold maggots.

But Lu Chen would never doubt A-Nan's words.

He snorted coldly.

The thousand-layered Extreme Dao Blood Furnace within his body roared into operation, and dark red pure Yang Qi and blood surged out from his thick arm, directly adhering to the surface of the black monument.

The moment the blood of a living person touched it, an extremely viscous, bone-chilling resistance instantly bounced back.

That was the "Bone-Attaching Tracking Yin Curse" that the Qingxiao Ancestor planted deep within the evil monument before his remnant soul shattered, at the cost of ten years of his own life essence.

These bastards who cultivate immortality are extremely vicious.

Even if your soul is shattered, you'll still leave behind a disgusting, rotten scar.

"Lu Chen, that bug is about to crawl inside! It's so cold!"

A-Nan's little hand gripped Lu Chen's large right hand tightly.

The little girl's forehead was covered in fine beads of cold sweat.

With her eyes closed, the life force of her newly cultivated jade bones flowed from her fingertips, recklessly transmitting it backwards into Lu Chen's palm.

A pure-blooded fusion of the same origin.

Guided by this pure vitality, although Lu Chen's vision still couldn't see the invisible Yin curse, his extreme blood energy accurately locked onto its outline.

It was a cold, strange aura that was lingering in the lower left corner of the black monument and was frantically drilling into the crevices of the desolate bones.

Trying to play dirty tricks right under my nose?

Lu Chen let out a cold laugh.

Without hesitation, he brought his left hand together, his five thick fingers transforming into a cast iron cleaver, and slashed fiercely at the thick, newly scabbed patch of skin on his right arm.

Skin and flesh included.

A large chunk of pure Yang dried blood skin, still burning at extremely high temperatures, was forcibly torn off!

Blood flowed freely.

Without even blinking, he slapped the scalding red pure yang blood hard onto the spot of the Yin curse on the black stele.

The violent, deadly blood of extreme Yang collides with the vicious, Yin curse of extreme Yin.

The moment the two came into contact, they burst into flames!

A crimson flame suddenly shot up on the surface of the black monument.

A chilling, ear-piercing wail erupted from the firelight, sending shivers down one's spine.

The pure yang fire burned downwards without any regard for reason.

Seventy percent of that disgusting curse was burned away.

The remaining 30% of the poison sensed the destructive, masculine fire and desperately shrank into the deepest crack of the evil monument.

In the blink of an eye, they were completely hidden.

Lu Chen withdrew his hand and shook off the black ash from his fingertips.

Blood dripped down his right arm.

The acrid smell from the clash of spells had already seeped into the poisonous forest outside the cave through the cracks in the entrance.

This strange odor, a mixture of celestial curses and extreme pure yang fire, was more glaring than a torch in the dark of the desolate wilderness.

We must leave immediately.

This pure yang dry blood skin cannot be completely burned away by the ancestral bone-attached yin curse.

We need to find a place where the earth's fire is extinguished, throw this 90,000-jin black tablet in, and use the extreme evil fire of heaven and earth to completely boil this evil thing dry.

Lu Chen picked up A-Nan and strode back into the cave to start packing his belongings.

At the same time.

Five miles outside the cave, in a dense forest.

Two figures emerged from the corrupt, poisonous swamp.

Two low-ranking deacons from the Qingxiao Sword Sect's Punishment Division.

They did not fly on swords, nor did they activate any spiritual energy shields.

The two men each gripped a thick black iron chain and struggled to pull forward.

At the other end of the chain were three terrifying behemoths, each as large as a bull and covered in black fur.

This beast is called the "Bloodthirsty Black-haired Giant Mastiff".

They are naturally averse to spiritual energy and do not rely on the laws of the immortals to survive.

These three giant mastiffs are the tools that the Department of Punishments uses specifically to do dirty work.

In order to cultivate this pure, savage beast, the Qingxiao Sword Sect has thrown countless lives of the barbarians from Xuanni City into the dog pen.

They fed these bloodthirsty, bone-gnawing mountain-searching dogs with the flesh and blood of the poorest peasants.

The desolate wilderness restricts the spiritual senses and flying swords of cultivators, but it cannot restrict the noses of these beasts.

They came to hunt down the pure yang, dead blood scent that Lu Chen possessed.

The deacon walking in front wiped the stench of rain off his face and muttered a curse.

"Those remnants of the underworld must be tired of living, forcing our Department of Punishments to come to this godforsaken place to smell the stench."

The deacon behind him snorted coldly and tightened his grip on the raging iron chain.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"The higher-ups have given a death order: we must see him alive or dead."

"That kid is carrying the sect's most precious treasure, the Black Stele, and he still dares to mess with us."

"Once these three treasures follow the scent of blood, we'll hide in the shadows and fire arrows to nail all four limbs of the broken bones to their deaths."

As they walked, the two men calculated their rewards for their good deeds, their faces full of disdain.

In their eyes, the remnants of the lower lands were nothing more than a bunch of walking dregs of medicine.

Sudden.

The three giant mastiffs suddenly stopped in their tracks.

They all turned their massive heads in unison, staring intently at the direction of the bone hole.

A terrifying red light burst forth from the dog's originally murky eyes.

A low, furious bark came from its throat.

Thick, acidic saliva dripped wildly from the serrated corners of his mouth, burning black holes in the poisonous plants.

The scent has been found.

The three beasts went berserk, slamming their powerful hind legs into the mud.

A terrifying burst of brute force.

"Snap!"

The thick black iron collar was broken off.

The three giant mastiffs transformed into three black whirlwinds, smashing through the dead trees along the way and charging wildly toward the bone cave.

The two deacons were overjoyed at the sight.

"Found it!"

They didn't care at all about the broken chains, and each reached behind their backs.

He pulled out two heavy, finely crafted steel crossbows from a specially made thick leather pouch.

This thing weighs a thousand pounds and is powered entirely by mechanical mechanisms; it doesn't require any spiritual energy to activate it.

The crossbow bolts were even more insidious, all of them being armor-piercing heavy arrows soaked in bone-corroding poison for forty-nine days.

Even the slightest scratch can cause the vital energy and blood that body cultivators are so proud of to instantly fester and decay.

Carrying heavy crossbows, the two followed the wide path created by the giant mastiff and plunged into the deep forest.

Inside the bone cave.

Lu Chen had already nimbly unfolded the thick Ghost Wind Wolf skin again.

He wrapped A-Nan tightly around her chest and abdomen.

He patted the wolf skin to make sure it was tightly bound and wouldn't loosen at all.

Followed by.

He grabbed the thick, heavy, century-old black iron chain.

It wrapped around his thick right fist four times, gripping it tightly between his thumb and forefinger.

The other end of the iron chain was connected to the 90,000-jin [Suppressing Heaven's Desolate Bone Primordial Evil Stele].

He carried the large black monument steadily on his broad back.

The supreme physical body, weighing 100,000 jin, has fully awakened.

Dark golden patterns swirled beneath the black skin, unleashing muffled thunderous sounds.

The poisonous wind outside the cave has changed.

An extremely strong, fishy stench, mixed with the heavy breathing of wild beasts, was approaching at an alarming speed.

The giant mastiff has arrived.

They charged ahead recklessly, ignoring all obstacles in the terrain.

The enormous body smashed directly into the rotten wood outside the cave, which would take several people to encircle.

Three massive black mastiffs, each as big as a cow, formed a triangular formation, opened their blood-red mouths, and pounced directly at the cave entrance.

The sharp fangs, with a bite force capable of severing black iron, headed straight for Lu Chen's face and the tendons of his hind legs.

I wanted to just break his legs and crush his head.

Lu Chen didn't even frown.

Instead of retreating, he advanced.

With a sudden burst of strength, his two legs, as strong as iron pillars, pounded the rough combat boots, creating two deep pits in the granite floor inside the cave.

With his extremely sturdy physique, he transformed into a cannonball fired from his flesh, crashing directly out of the hole!

Facing the three giant mastiffs that charged at them.

Lu Chen gripped the black iron chains binding the monument tightly with both hands.

Waist and stance in perfect harmony.

The latissimus dorsi muscle instantly expands to its limit.

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

A loud shout rang out.

Lu Chen didn't need any fancy moves at all.

He directly used the 90,000-jin (45,000 kg) giant monument behind him as a meteor hammer!

The enormous black monument, accompanied by a terrifying shriek that tore through the air, was propelled by this unstoppable, supreme force, and swept out in a fan-shaped arc of death in mid-air!

The death weight is 90,000 jin.

With the added strength of Lu Chen's 100,000 jin, it was further enhanced.

This sweeping strike contained the power to collapse a small mountain.

The giant mastiff at the front had just leaped into the air, its fangs not yet touching Lu Chen's skin.

The large black monument slammed down hard on its waist and abdomen.

"Pfft!"

There was no sound of bones breaking, only the collapse of flesh under absolute violence.

That tens of thousands of kilograms-heavy, thick-skinned search dog was smashed in half by the 90,000-kilogram giant monument!

The other two giant mastiffs didn't even have time to change direction before they were crushed by the residual force and momentum of the giant monument.

Along with the row of sturdy, century-old trees behind them, everything was reduced to paper scraps in the face of this absolute, deathly weight.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

The three-headed monster that had been swaggering in front of the impoverished masses was smashed into a shower of blood and mangled flesh!

The foul-smelling blood and bone fragments, mixed with broken branches, splattered all over the ground.

Lu Chen stepped on the head of a giant mastiff that was still relatively intact.

With a "crack," the hard dog's head was crushed into powder.

He dragged the large, black monument stained with dog blood and slowly raised his head.

His murderous gaze pierced through the thick poisonous miasma, locking onto the two Qingxiao stewards who had just arrived behind him.

The black iron chain on his right fist creaked as he gripped it tightly.

The violent, malevolent energy belonging to the ultimate body cultivators ignited the entire dense forest at this moment.

I was just worried about not finding a guide dog.

You've delivered yourselves right to my doorstep!

Lu Chen strode forward, heading straight for the two heavy crossbows.

With each step, the ground of the Great Wilderness trembled violently.

Today, none of the cultivators in this poisonous forest will leave alive.