I let you tame beasts, and you've already formed a contract with your stunningly beautiful mast

The voice just fell.

The Nascent Soul Dharma Image suddenly opened its eyes, and the two balls of ghostly flames surged tenfold.

"The Styx Buries the Sky!"

Su Changhe disobeyed orders.

For the sake of his reputation as a Nascent Soul cultivator, and to seize that fabricated ancient inheritance.

Furthermore, it was to nip this potentially terrifying prodigy in the bud.

He was completely determined to kill.

A giant palm descended from the sky.

A black river condensed directly in his palm.

The river water was thick and black, churning with countless twisted faces and howling ghosts.

This is Su Changhe's trump card, a Nascent Soul level killing move.

It integrates death energy with soul attacks.

Even cultivators of the same level would absolutely not dare to confront it head-on.

The black River Styx loomed overhead.

All things return to stillness, and the wheel of enlightenment begins to turn.

But this force exceeded its analytical limit.

The wheel of the Dao emitted a mournful cry, its light dimmed, and it stopped spinning.

Cao Kun's body was completely swallowed up by the inky River Styx in full view of everyone.

"No!"

Leng Qingyue screamed in agony.

The black river water rushed past.

Cao Kun's clothes instantly turned to ashes.

Next comes the skin, flesh, tendons, and bones.

Under the terrifying corrosive power of the Styx River, it crumbled and disintegrated inch by inch.

Just one breath.

Cao Kun's figure completely disappeared into the River Styx.

Not even a trace of divine soul remained.

"Senior Brother Cao—!!!" Leng Qingyue's knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground.

Liu Rumeng stood there, stunned.

My mind went completely blank.

died?

The demon who tormented her died just like that?

Why do I feel so empty inside?

The edge of the deep pit.

Yu Linglong struggled to maintain her severely injured body.

Stumbling and staggering, they arrived at the place where Cao Kun had disappeared.

Peach Blossom's eyes were filled with despair.

midair.

Su Changhe put away his Dharma form and glanced coldly at the deep pit below.

So what if you're a genius? A dead genius is just a handful of dust.

"This is the consequence of provoking a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Su Changhe sneered arrogantly, turned around, and prepared to take Yu Linglong away to serve as his perfect furnace.

however.

Just as Su Changhe turned around...

A yellow paper figure with charred edges floated down from the spot where Cao Kun had vanished.

It turned to ashes in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, a gray dot of light appeared in the void.

One. Two. Ten. One hundred.

Countless gray points of light, like stars flowing backward, rapidly converged behind Su Changhe.

"Click. Click."

Skeletal remodeling. Meridian reconnection. Flesh and blood regeneration.

Everything happened too fast.

In less than three breaths.

A perfectly intact body was spontaneously reassembled behind Su Changhe.

Cao Kun suddenly opened his eyes.

The blue robe he wore was brand new.

The aura of someone in the early stages of the Golden Core realm is calm and sustained, and their condition is at its peak.

The substitute paper doll can perfectly withstand a fatal blow.

"Old Deng, you couldn't even seize the opportunity you had?"

Hearing that incredibly familiar yet arrogant voice behind him,

Su Changhe's facial muscles completely lost control: "How is this possible..."

"You're clearly dead!"

In the ruins, Leng Qingyue, who had been crying her eyes out, was still there.

Seeing that familiar, tall figure standing perfectly intact in mid-air, tears welled up again.

She was crying and laughing at the same time, muttering incoherently, "I knew it... I knew he wouldn't leave me..."

Liu Rumeng clutched her chest, where her heart was pounding fiercely.

"A scourge lives on for a thousand years... You bastard, you're incredibly lucky to be alive..."

Liu Rumeng murmured to herself, but the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up slightly.

"Don't make a fuss." Cao Kun shrugged. "Elder Su, you didn't use enough force."

Su Changhe's worldview was greatly impacted.

The nascent soul Dharma form once again emerged from the body.

"You're just playing tricks! I can kill you once, and I can kill you ten times, a hundred times!"

Push with both palms together.

"The Styx Buries the Sky!"

The same move, the same inky black river of the underworld, tore through the night sky once more, pouring down towards Cao Kun.

This time, Cao Kun did not stand idly by and take the beating.

He raised his right hand, and above his palm, the phantom of a semi-transparent gray short sword appeared out of thin air.

Chaos Sword Embryo.

The short sword was no more than an inch long.

But the moment it appeared, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of a hundred feet was forcibly drained.

Cao Kun grasped the sword embryo.

He took a step forward, facing the dark, oppressive river of the underworld.

The waters of the Styx crashed down on Cao Kun, striking him heavily.

This time.

The wheel did not turn.

Because I have fully adapted.

"Your performance is over, Old Deng."

"My turn!"

Cao Kun flipped his wrist, grasped the Chaos Sword Embryo, and went upstream against the impact of the Styx River.

laugh--!

The sword energy, carrying the supreme will to annihilate all laws, easily sliced ​​through the pitch-black River Styx.

It pierced through the nascent soul dharma image that was tens of feet tall.

The enormous image of the Buddha was divided in two straight lines from the center of his forehead to his abdomen.

The sword energy, still powerful, pierced directly into Su Changhe's brow.

Su Changhe's hands remained in a forward-pushing posture, frozen in mid-air.

He lowered his head with difficulty and looked at his chest.

A thin gray line is slowly spreading.

"That's...impossible..."

Su Changhe wanted to activate his nascent soul and abandon his physical body to escape.

But to his horror, he discovered that his nascent soul had been unaware of his presence.

It had already been shredded into countless fragments by that seemingly weak gray sword energy.

Along with his soul.

Even more terrifying, the sword energy was still devouring his soul and remaining cultivation!

Su Changhe's physical body, starting from his limbs, turned to ashes inch by inch and dissipated in the wind.

A powerful being in the early stages of the Nascent Soul realm.

A powerful elder within the inner sect of the Hehuan Sect.

In front of a disciple who had formed his core less than a day ago.

The person and their soul were completely annihilated, leaving not even a trace.

The Chaos Sword Embryo absorbed the essence of the Nascent Soul, let out a satisfied sword cry, and returned to Cao Kun's body.

The dark clouds above Lianxiang Peak quickly dissipated.

The cool moonlight once again poured down on the ruined Lianxiang Peak.

The light illuminated the center of the white jade square, where a handsome young man stood with his hands behind his back and a calm expression.

At the edge of the ruins, Ye Mei lay paralyzed in a pool of blood.

My eyes have completely lost focus.

Its mouth was wide open, and strange gurgling sounds kept coming from its throat.

A pungent, foul stench emanated from beneath her.

A yellowish-white, foul liquid flowed down her legs and onto the floor.

Ye Ting, who was standing next to him, was so frightened that his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Dozens of powerful divine senses hidden in the night sky recoiled as if struck by lightning.

No divine sense dared to venture out and spy, for fear of angering this god of death.

The inner disciples outside the square knelt down in large numbers.

It was unclear whether it was due to the lingering terrifying pressure in the air or pure fear.

Yu Linglong leaned against the edge of the deep pit.

There was no fear of the Nascent Soul stage expert's demise in those alluring peach blossom eyes.

Only an intense, almost overflowing frenzy.

She looked at the figure in the moonlight, her red lips trembling slightly, and silently uttered two words.

"Owner."

Leng Qingyue scrambled to her feet without hesitation, lifted her skirt, and rushed towards Cao Kun.

Liu Rumeng gritted her teeth, her pretty face burning red.

She wanted to maintain the pride of being a direct disciple of Hundred Flowers Peak, but her legs betrayed her.

With long, slender legs, she jogged to catch up.

Just as the two were about to rush into Cao Kun's arms.

A unique and refreshing floral fragrance drifted into the square on the night breeze.

Amidst a shower of pink petals falling from the sky.

A languid, alluring, and soft female voice rang out in everyone's ears, sending shivers down their spines.

"Hehe... Lianxiang Peak is really lively tonight."

"Oh dear... it seems I'm a little late."