Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

The battle flags swept across the sky and earth. Snow fell from the sky and turned into ice in an instant, covering an area of ​​100,000 miles in radius.

The heavenly fire surrounding Chu Zheng was vaguely suppressed.

"Thank you very much."

He didn't say much or stay, just glanced at Fu Zhixuan, thanked her, turned around and walked away, heading towards the increasingly faint vitality in the southeast.

There were loud noises behind him one after another. While hurrying on his way, Chu Zheng turned around and took a quick look. After seeing the situation on the battlefield clearly, he couldn't help but be a little stunned.

Fu Zhixuan is worthy of being the true disciple of the Immortal Emperor. With just a mid-grade immortal treasure, she was able to suppress the four cultivators from all realms, including Tianjie Arhat and Qi Yun.

The golden bell in the hands of Tianjie Arhat rang continuously, but it had no effect on Fu Zhixuan. In this situation, if there was no magic treasure to protect her soul, then her soul strength would have been tempered to an extremely terrifying level and would not be moved by external things.

The skin of Tianjie Arhat was stained with a layer of gold, and his golden body had been pushed to the extreme. The shadow of the cave behind him was almost completely solidified. From the ancient temple in the deep mountains, bursts of Sanskrit sounds came out, like the sound of a huge bell, deafening.

However, the chanting of Sanskrit lasted only for a few breaths before it was covered by the ice and snow. The howling cold wind was like thunder and lightning, completely tearing the stirring Sanskrit chanting into pieces.

Tianjie Arhat's movements became increasingly slow, frost formed on his body, and for a moment he seemed to have difficulty moving.

The battle was not as difficult as Chu Zheng had expected. Fu Zhixuan was outnumbered five against seven, and even had the upper hand when the other four True Immortals were completely inferior in cultivation.

Chu Zheng withdrew his gaze, walked while bathing in the heavenly fire, and while refining his Yuan Qi, he hurried on his way.

Although Fu Zhixuan now has the advantage, this is only temporary. In the distant void, there are continuous fluctuations, and there are still cultivators from all realms rushing here. No matter how strong Fu Zhixuan is or how advanced her methods are, it is impossible for her to stop all these cultivators by herself.

He had to escape as quickly as possible, overcome the fire disaster first, find a glimmer of hope, and stabilize the disaster energy. This was the top priority.

After running at full speed for nearly two days, Chu Zheng finally arrived at the place where there was a glimmer of hope.

The palaces built with top-grade spirit stones mixed with fairy jade were scattered everywhere, emitting surging energy fluctuations. Immortal monks wearing armor could be seen everywhere, and countless battle flags with the word "immortal" on them danced in the wind, fluttering in the wind.

Each battle flag has been carefully refined, vaguely forming a large formation.

Looking at the camp that stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles in front of him, Chu Zheng was stunned for a moment. He had never thought that the vitality he had worked so hard to deduce would actually be in the camp of the Immortal Alliance.

Thinking of Fu Zhixuan's attitude before, Chu Zheng seemed to realize that the Immortal Alliance's attitude towards him might not be as bad as he imagined.

But since the Immortal Alliance already knew that he was also practicing Qi Fa, why would they help him?

Qi Refining Method...

A flash of light suddenly flashed through Chu Zheng's mind, and he thought of a possibility.

Because of Daozu?

Before Chu Zheng could make the next reaction, several beams of fairy light rushed out from the camp and stopped outside the range of the fire disaster.

The leader was a second-tribulation True Immortal named Fang Zhi. He looked to be nearly fifty years old last year, and his bone age was over thirty thousand years. Among the True Immortals, his talent was average.

"Are you Chu Zheng?"

While asking about Chu Zheng's identity, Fang Zhi had an expression of joy that he could not suppress: "We have received a message from Supervisor Fu and are about to go pick you up."

Fu Zhixuan's speed of transmitting the message was much faster than Chu Zheng's, and she arrived at the camp first.

Only when he saw Chu Zheng nod in response did Fang Zhi breathe a sigh of relief and said slowly:

"Just rest assured and go through the tribulation. Everything will be settled after you have gone through the tribulation. No one in the camp or the lower realm can hurt you. If you need any elixir, just tell me and I will help you get it."

However, Chu Zheng's mind at this moment was not relaxed at all, because even after arriving at the Immortal Alliance camp and seeing Fang Zhi, the calamity energy around him still did not weaken at all, and even showed signs of getting more intense.

Looking at the camp in front of him, before Chu Zheng could speak again, the barrier of perfection in the Hedao realm was directly broken down by the terrifying Yuan Qi accumulated in the past two days.

A vast amount of vital energy, dozens of times more than before, poured into his body. The surging fire catastrophe was completely sucked away in an instant and all of it was absorbed into Chu Zheng's body.

The eighth level of Qi refining is the celestial immortal.

Although it was not voluntary, Chu Zheng finally took this step.

As his cultivation level skyrocketed, an even more turbulent calamity energy suddenly swooped down, pushing his calamity to its peak and completely evolving it into a fatal calamity.

Snap——

A crisp cracking sound echoed in Chu Zheng's mind, and the weak vitality represented by the Immortal Alliance camp was completely broken.

In an instant, Chu Zheng felt a chill on his back, and the hairs all over his body stood up. A creepy aura of death completely overwhelmed his perception.

The bone-piercing murderous intent came from afar, almost condensing into substance. With just a glance, Chu Zheng's body showed signs of disintegration, with countless cracks appearing.

Chu Zheng tilted his head and looked. In the distant sky, there were seven figures standing. The leader was a man who was nearly sixty years old. His face already showed many traces of time. He was wearing a martial arts robe that outlined his strong physique.

Even though the years have passed and his body has been eroded by time, the man in front of him is still as strong as a ghost or a god, and his murderous aura is as deep as the abyss. I don't know how many lives he has killed in his life.

[You Biyue (Level 9): Bone age 94,862, Deputy Commander of the Martial Hall's Punishment Division, a martial arts great saint of the initial stage, who has perfected his own creation of the "Heavenly Evil Slaying Demon Sutra". He has fought too many battles and has numerous old injuries in his body, which has greatly reduced his life span. He is about to die (cannot be repaired).]

The Great Saint of Martial Arts?!

Chu Zheng's heart sank as he glanced at the other six people, with even greater horror in his eyes. The cultivation of these people was also extraordinary, at least at the seventh level of the Martial Saint Realm. Any one of them could single-handedly overwhelm the lower realm.

You Biyue's gaze was too aggressive, and her murderous intent was undisguised.

This made Chu Zheng very confused for a moment. There was no grudge between him and the Wu Palace in the past or in the present. He even had some friendship with the two former special envoys of the Wu Palace.

Where did this sudden appearance of the martial arts great saint's surging murderous intent come from? !

When Chu Zheng was full of doubts, a martial saint behind You Biyue glanced at the Immortal Alliance camp in the distance and frowned:

"Great Sage, there is another Immortal Alliance camp here. How should we deal with it?"

Upon hearing this, the Great Sage Bi Yue made a decision in an instant without any hesitation. The energy and blood in his body surged like a raging sea, suppressing all directions, dyeing the sky red, and suppressing the brilliance of all the suns in the sky.

He suddenly reached out his hand, stretched it into the void, and pulled out a blood-red long sword, speaking in a grim tone:

"The destiny of this place is in chaos. Even the Immortal Ancestor cannot reverse time and space. Deducing the details of what happened, we must flatten this camp and kill them all without leaving any trace!"