Under One Person: Starting with the Dual Cultivation of Body and Soul.

Mu Wudang was also dodging. As a wizard, his methods mostly worked on the soul, and he was helpless against this kind of large-scale high-altitude throwing. He could only dodge left and right with his mourning stick.

But just as he awkwardly dodged a boulder, a suffocating feeling rushed down from the top of his head, as if a raging torrent was attacking him.

Mu Wudang's hair stood on end. He didn't bother to look; his body reacted instinctively, grabbing the mourning staff and blocking with his backhand.

"Clang."

The sound of metal clashing exploded amidst the chaotic rain of stones.

It blocked it! What a close call! A sliver of relief had just surfaced in his mind.

The next second, an unparalleled force surged through the shaft.

He couldn't even hold onto the mourning stick he had nurtured for over twenty years. It was jolted out of his hand and crashed back, hitting him in the chest.

"Crack!"

The sound of his ribs breaking was crystal clear, and he immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood.

This left him momentarily stunned, and an absurd thought flashed through his mind: had he accidentally struck a dump truck that was hurtling towards him at high speed with a stick?!

But then...

A streak of white light flashed by.

Muwu felt himself fly up lightly.

From a constantly and violently shifting perspective.

He saw his own body, still standing in the same spot.

It has no head.

Blood gushed from his neck like a fountain.

A mourning stick was deeply embedded in his chest.

"what happened?"

"I...I'm dead?"

Between life and death lies immense terror, and Muwudang is gripped by panic.

The last thing he saw was a white-clad figure sweep past him, casually swinging a sword in a perfect semi-circle, blood spreading out in a fan shape—killing someone under the moonlight, the sword striking with blood, blood splattering through the forest.

Chapter 114 is too brutal.

Li Chang'an beheaded the one who was calling for his soul with a single sword stroke. With a flick of his wrist, blood splattered across the sword, leaving a glaring trail of blood on the ground.

The rain of stones overhead continued unabated, and the strongmen mechanically lifted boulders and hurled them wildly into the ravine below.

Several huge rocks fell towards Li Chang'an, the wind howling in his ears. He only took two small steps to the side, and the rocks grazed his robes and landed on the ground at his feet.

These boulders hurtling down had little effect on Li Chang'an, whose reaction speed, speed, and defense were all incredibly strong, but they posed a deadly threat to the Quanxing demons.

The large number of falling rocks forced them to dodge frantically, making it impossible for them to concentrate their forces to form an effective encirclement of Li Chang'an.

This is exactly the situation Li Chang'an wants. As long as the battlefield is divided and he is not caught in a series of attacks, he is not afraid to face the Quanxing demons one-on-one.

But stones alone are not enough.

"kill!"

"Kill him!"

The scattered Quanxing demons surrounded Li Chang'an.

Seeing this, Li Chang'an grabbed a handful of talismans and threw them out. Instantly, a whirlwind, thunder, and flames raged through the heavens, making him appear like an arrogant celestial official descending to earth.

Under such a dense barrage of talismans, the few Quanxing demons at the forefront vanished directly into the thunder and fire, turning into charred piles of coals, their deaths incredibly gruesome.

However, talismans are not omnipotent. While a large-scale talisman-throwing attack under heavy fire might give the impression of being invincible, its actual effect is quite limited.

After all, talismans are just decrees; once they are cast, the incantations on them need to be transformed before they can become a means of attack.

For example, when you throw a Five Thunder Talisman, the talisman glows and burns before it transforms into thunder. There is a delay in this process. In a battle between experts, a slight error can lead to a huge difference in outcome.

This delay is enough time to do a lot of things.

Therefore, the use of talismans, especially lethal talismans, involves many techniques. It's not something you can just throw out indiscriminately. Otherwise, if the talisman masters buried themselves in drawing talismans for a year and then brought down the mountain with several large boxes of talismans, wouldn't they be invincible?

Just like the old master's comment on Lu Jin, all the talismans that various sects are so proud of are scattered like beans, but none of them are used to their full potential.

Li Chang'an was not a member of the talisman school, so he naturally didn't understand the wonders of talismans and never relied on them.

It should be noted that even Zheng Zibu, who knew the Tongtianlu, died in an attack. This thing is just a tool. Now, it's being used like beans to completely scatter the enemy and better divide the battlefield.

In an instant, the mountain valley was engulfed in flames, with rocks constantly falling from above, turning the place into complete chaos.

On the hilltop, Dou Le watched this scene and said, "Master Lu, you really spare no expense, giving your disciple so many talismans. It's just that they're used so crudely; it pains me to see them like this."

Xiao Zizai also commented, "What a waste!"

Lu Jin didn't see anything wrong with it. He was given so many talismans so that he could use them in this way. When poor, use tactical flanking maneuvers; when rich, use firepower coverage. There's nothing wrong with this method!

Below, Li Chang'an emerged from the fire he had set, spotted a target, and was about to go up when a sudden thought flashed through his mind. He spread his five fingers, his arm shot out like lightning, and grabbed to his side.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound, like a water bottle breaking, suddenly rang out in the previously empty air, and the surrounding light produced a strange distortion and fluctuation.

At the center of the disturbance, a thin man appeared out of nowhere, clutching a poisoned dagger and making a thrusting motion.

Li Chang'an's hand was gripping his neck, lifting him into the air like he was twisting a chick.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, he thrust the dagger toward Li Chang'an's elbow.

But Li Chang'an gave him no chance to struggle in his death throes, his five fingers suddenly tightening.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of a neck bone cracking rang out, and the thin man's head tilted limply to one side, dying instantly.

On the hilltop, Dou Le said, "This man graduated from the Tang Clan Martial Arts School and was skilled in the Illusionary Body Miasma. The Tang Clan doesn't kill anymore, so he found it boring and defected to the Quanxing Sect. I never expected him to die here."

Below, seeing Li Chang'an crush a companion as easily as an ant, a Quanxing demon who had just dodged the boulder formed hand seals and unleashed a fireball the size of a washbasin at Li Chang'an.

Li Chang'an didn't even look at it, and casually threw the corpse over.

"boom!"

The corpse and the ball of fire collided in mid-air, the flames exploded, and charred bits of flesh and bone flew everywhere, filling the air with a burnt smell.

Immediately afterwards, Li Chang'an raised his right hand, and the eight-sided Han sword flew out of his hand, turning into a white light that passed through the afterflame of the explosion. The tip of the sword pierced through the mouth of the arsonist and emerged from the back of his neck, pinning him to the mountain wall.

The man remained in the hand seal position, his mouth wide open, a sword stuck in his throat, his eyes blinking, and then they stopped blinking.

Just as Li Chang'an threw out his longsword, he found himself without any weapon in his hand.

A bald, muscular monster dodged the boulder falling from above, swung a heavy iron rod made of water and fire with both hands, and smashed it down on Li Chang'an's head with a powerful blow. The gale generated by the rod made Li'an's cheeks sting.

Faced with this thunderous attack, Li Chang'an neither dodged nor evaded, but instead met the steel-forged fire and water staff head-on with a backhand slap.

"boom!"

The enormous sonic boom was deafening, and the powerful shockwave made Li Chang'an's white hair dance wildly backward like a waterfall.

Under Li Chang'an's terrifying dragon-elephant strength, the bald demon felt his arms go numb, his tiger's mouth split open, and his water-fire staff was shaken out of his hand.

Li Chang'an slapped him again, and the bald demon covered his chest with his hands, taking the blow, but was sent flying backward.

But before he could fly too far, Li Chang'an pushed off with his feet, instantly caught up, grabbed his ankle and pulled him back, grabbed his other leg with his other hand, his arm muscles bulged, and the reverse-generating white qi surged wildly, suddenly splitting to the sides.

"Hey!"

A chilling tearing sound echoed through the valley.

The bald, burly man was actually torn in two by Li Chang'an, right between his legs.

Hot blood splattered everywhere like a torrential rain, and all sorts of colorful organs fell to the ground with a "whoosh," emitting a strong, pungent stench.

This horrifying scene terrified the surrounding Quanxing members, who couldn't help but wonder: who the hell is the real heretic? Are you a disciple with a flawless life, or a disciple covered in blood?!

Even Dou Le, who was watching from afar, couldn't help but glance at Lu Jin. It was too brutal. Was this the kind of method that Master Lu taught his disciple?

Lu Jin stood aside with his hands behind his back, his expression unchanged, but he was thinking to himself, although the close combat style of the Sanyi Sect often involved bloodshed, tearing a person in half alive was still a bit too brutal. However, being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to oneself, so he did a good job.

Xiao Zizai, who had been standing to the side, looked completely captivated.

He rested his hands on his knees, leaned forward, and stared intently at the blood mist below. His lips were slightly parted, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, as if he were smelling a dish that had just been served.

Ah... beautiful, so beautiful... what an amazing mukbang!

Chapter 115 One Step, One Kill

In the ravine below, boulders continued to fly wildly, and two mangled corpses were sent flying. Amidst the spraying blood mist, Li Chang'an emerged wrapped in white qi, his entire body completely untouched by dust.

As soon as he left his spot, a violent explosion occurred where he had just stood, accompanied by wind and thunder. It was unknown which sinister sorcerer hiding in the shadows had cast such a vicious spell.

A real man never looks back at an explosion. Li Chang'an ignored it and reached out with his right hand towards the mountain wall. The long sword stuck in the mouth of the Quanxing demon turned into a white light and flew back into his hand.

Holding a long sword, Li Chang'an flashed forward, preparing to catch up with a terrified demon in front of him and cut him in two.

Suddenly, a Quanxing demon in a tattered Taoist robe in the distance took a deep breath, his eyes widened, and two blurry little figures flew out of his pupils, trailing light tails, heading straight for Li Chang'an.

As if sensing something, Li Chang'an turned around and looked directly at the two figures, who seized the opportunity and flew into his eyes following his gaze.

On the hilltop.

Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses and said softly, "Soul-stealing technique. A person's eyes emit their own consciousness, and the eyes are like a portal. But a portal can also close. Even calling back a soul won't work. How could the other party have broken through so easily?"

Xiao Zizai glanced at Lu Jin beside him. He didn't think that the Soul-Stealing Technique could do anything to Li Chang'an, but this was, after all, a chaotic battle. Even if the spell could only affect Li Chang'an for three to five seconds, it would be enough to kill him several times under the siege of the Quanxing demons.

Lu Jin's heart tightened at that moment. In his hand hanging by his side, a blue lightning talisman had quietly formed, ready to be used at any time.

If Lu Lin were down there, Lu Jin would definitely have used a Five Thunder Talisman on her without saying a word.

But Li Chang'an felt that his apprentice might be able to handle it, so he decided to wait and see.

At that moment, the Quanxing demon who used the Soul-Stealing Technique plunged into Li Chang'an's body. He was overjoyed, not expecting that this person was just a show-off. He looked powerful, but his body was actually on the verge of collapse, and he had easily broken in.

But the next second, the joy on his face froze.

Because the soul inside this body, which he thought was "teetering on the brink of collapse," was crystal clear, as majestic as a mountain, and was looking down at him.

"I'm so sorry... I'm sorry to have bothered you!!"

He immediately tried to leave, but the enormous soul reached out and grabbed him, crushing his invading consciousness to pieces as if it were squashing a bug.

Li Chang'an's cultivation of sexual energy was far superior to his cultivation of life force.

It would be easy to shut out this foreign consciousness.

But letting him in and then trapping him would be just as easy.

Outside, Li Chang'an resumed his actions, the pause being so short it was like a slight frame skipping in a movie.

Meanwhile, the Quanxing demon who had used the Soul-Stealing Technique on him was covering his eyes and screaming in agony, blood gushing from between his fingers. His soul had been severely damaged, and he was truly in pain to the very depths of his being.

In excruciating pain, he instinctively staggered backward, only to be smashed to pieces by several boulders.

On the hilltop, Dou Le narrowed his eyes: "Master Lu, your disciple's sexual cultivation is frighteningly high."

Xiao Zizai also realized: "This kid is very cunning. He let people in on purpose."

Lu Jin silently dispelled the lightning talisman in his palm and burst into laughter.

Below, Li Chang'an, sword in hand, charged through the rain of rocks, and saw a Quanxing demon lying on the ground, groaning, half-paralyzed from being struck by a rock.

Without a shred of pity, he walked over and ended the man's life with a single stroke. The moment the sword tip was pulled from the man's chest, the ground suddenly rippled like water.

A pair of hands enveloped in flowing Qi suddenly emerged from the ground, grabbed his ankles, and pulled him down. The soil churned, and Li Chang'an felt as if he were sinking into quicksand, being pulled down by a tremendous force.

Li Chang'an reacted extremely quickly, thrusting his sword into the ground with a backhand motion. The blade disappeared into the soil, and with a flick of his wrist, the blade churned rapidly beneath the soil.

Large gushes of blood gushed from the crack in the ground, but even so, the downward pulling force remained, and most of Li Chang'an's body was pulled into the solid ground, making him unable to move for a moment.

Seeing this, Dou Le on the hilltop was somewhat surprised: "There's actually a terrestrial immortal hiding here."

Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses: "Let's make a move, Master Lu. That piece of land is very compacted. With half of his body buried in it, the surrounding soil is squeezing and adsorbing it. It would take at least four to five tons of force to get him out. Even the Dragon Tiger Strength of the Reverse Life Triple Realm would have a hard time doing that."

Lu Jin glanced at him but didn't say anything.

At this moment, a burly man with bulging muscles took advantage of Li Chang'an being trapped and rushed over.