Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The situation was different now. The corpses that were originally piled up like a pyramid were now exposed as if they had been hit by something, with a large number of fragmented limbs showing up on the side and back.

The four wooden doors in front of the pavilion were smashed open, leaving large holes, with black smoke and drops of black blood on their edges and inside the floor.

"They didn't just climb down the mountain, but instead escaped into this building?" Xi Heng found it strange.

Logically speaking, the only way for the other party to save their life is to run away until she catches up and they die.

But instead of descending the mountain, that thing went to the uppermost level, to the place where the other party lived before becoming a demon—the pavilion at the highest point of the main peak of Huangmei Mountain.

"Logically speaking, it can only be because this guy has some backup plan and thinks he can pose a slight threat to me, right?" Xi Heng muttered to himself.

"What kind of backup plan could be of some use to you?" Senior Sister Hongmiao, who was standing beside her, gently shook her head.

"I do not know either."

She's practically invincible; there's nothing in the world that can possibly have any effect on her.

Even if the opponent possesses powerful magical abilities similar to the Blood Sea Technique or the Dragon Transformation Technique, she can simply use even greater power to crush them completely.

In terms of having the most backup plans, she has the most.

In addition to the Blood Sea Overturning Heaven, the Dragon Transformation Method, and the Sword of Absolute Life, Xi Heng has also been using his sword heart in the spiritual space in recent years to figure out a way to bring out the ultimate use of the primordial energy in his body.

Furthermore, she also has the entire Tianzhao Kingdom as a backup.

Even if cultivators were to attack, even if they couldn't be killed, they could at least be repelled.

Xi Heng was quite confident.

So much so that before arriving at the pavilion atop Huangmei Mountain, he merely sensed the enemy within and, without hesitation, stepped across the path carved out in the middle of the pile of corpses, kicked open the door, and entered.

Although it is a pavilion at the top of a mountain, its size and specifications are similar to those of the high pavilions in the capital.

The interior layout, decoration, and architectural structure are naturally quite different, but at least the space is large enough.

The first impression upon entering the building is its spaciousness; compared to a living room or loft, this place looks more like a temple.

A Tai Chi diagram is painted in the center, with only some screens and simple, crudely made tables and chairs serving as partitions and furniture.

These things, which should have been neatly arranged, had almost all been overturned by the gust of wind brought by the monster rushing in.

Xi Heng stepped across the ground, which was either stained with blood or splattered with bits of flesh and blood. His gait was casual, as if he were not walking in a demon's lair, but in his own capital city.

Along the way, we also admired the patterns on the surrounding screens.

Their footsteps gradually approached the location where the black fog was densest.

Halfway there, the girl could hear distinct gnawing sounds.

The slurping sound was like someone eating juicy peaches one after another, but the things that the demon ate were obviously not as clean as peaches.

The sound likely represents blood and flesh being bitten and torn apart by sharp teeth.

Bypassing the screens that blocked the view, stepping on the flat wooden floor, we approached the interior.

Passing by several bookshelves, one sees numerous martial arts techniques with various names neatly arranged on top.

Xi Heng glanced at the list and saw that she had heard of most of the methods listed, most of which were internal cultivation techniques related to the Hunyuan Gongfa.

It's not of much use to a martial artist like her who has already cultivated the Primordial Qi.

As the footsteps echoed, the sounds of gnawing from inside the pavilion grew closer.

Xi Heng slowly drew his sword, and his senior sister who followed behind him did the same.

No matter how dangerous the situation she was about to go, Senior Sister Hongmiao remained by her side as always.

"Be careful, senior sister."

The monster in front of them was devouring human flesh, clearly not to eat and drink its fill before taking a nap.

This is more like a ritual that Xi Heng performed when he was drawing blood and flesh from corpses on the northern frontier battlefield, waiting to activate the Blood Sea Great Art.

“Don’t worry, I’m not as weak as you think,” Hong Miao said.

"I believe in my senior sister." The girl nodded casually.

Even if her senior sister is attacked, with her strength, she can quickly turn the danger into safety.

If that hairless werewolf doesn't want to die even faster, it's best not to mistakenly attack its senior sister...

Xi Heng silently pondered these insignificant matters, then walked around the blank screen in front of him again, turned left, and stepped into the corridor.

At the same time, the hissing sound from the monster, like biting into a juicy peach, gradually faded away, replaced by heavy breathing that sounded like it was exerting a great deal of effort.

The building wasn't well-lit, and this was even more so when walking through the even darker corridors, which amplified the eerie atmosphere.

With the monster's rough voice getting closer and closer, even if the monster didn't attack, it would scare an ordinary person half to death if they were walking here.

And it wasn't just the heavy panting; soon, a heavy, tiptoeing footstep also echoed from deep within.

rustle,

The monster emitted a series of soft, crisp sounds from its throat, as if on alert.

Xi Heng calculated from the sound that the distance between her and the beast was only a few dozen meters.

I think I'll see them again soon if I walk a little further.

Even a martial artist at the Transformation Realm should be quite nervous in such a gloomy environment, but Xi Heng instead slowly curled the corners of his mouth.

She just hoped that this time the other party wouldn't run away so quickly, and that it would at least pique her interest.

His right hand naturally swung the sword in a flourish, and instead of retreating, he accelerated forward—

His footsteps pounded faster and faster on the wooden floor, his figure transforming into a streak of crimson light. He stepped on the ground at a bend in the corridor, shattering a large section of the floorboards and simultaneously turning his direction, before dashing off into the black mist-shrouded corridor to the left.

Instead of the evil spirits coming, she rushed ahead to where they were.

The dragon's eyes shimmered with a crimson-gold light, and even when it stepped into the thick black fog, its vision was not significantly impaired.

She easily located the enemy.

Xi Heng swiftly pointed the sharp blade gathered in front of his shoulder forward, and in the instant he turned again, before he could even see the enemy's exact location.

Full of confidence, he thrust the sword forward with all his might.

The piercing sword exploded with primordial power, leaving a white trail in the air as it shot straight towards the evil monster shrouded in darkness in the corridor ahead.

Sensing the threat, the shadowy figure leaped up with explosive speed, attempting to dodge the deadly sword energy.

Making it dodge desperately for a moment did have some effect.

At least the sword wound no longer struck its hideous head directly, but instead severed its left limb.

"Ah—ah!" A mournful cry, like that of a crow, came again from the mangled wolf, extremely eerie.

The werewolf clutched his severed arm tightly with one hand, gradually bending down and curling up towards the ground, trembling all over, yet still groaning in pain.

Immediately afterwards, the opponent's already swollen flesh swelled up again, its werewolf-like mane disappeared once more, and it coughed up a large amount of blood.

Beneath the shed fur, the skin first peeled off, revealing a clean, white form resembling that of a human.

Then, even thicker feather roots suddenly grew out.

What appeared on the skin afterward was no longer the fine bristles from before, but hard feathers so black they looked as if they were about to drip oil.

This molting werewolf-like monster was cleaved in two by Xi Heng's sword, turning it into a bizarre hybrid with stiff feathers all over its body, resembling a cross between a crow and a wolf.

Furthermore, the thick left arm that Xi Heng had just severed has been replaced by a rapidly growing crow wing.

Its entire head and body have developed some deformities and strange shapes as a result. Although it no longer looks as ugly as before, it looks even more bizarre.

"After eating so much, you only turned yourself into a big crow?" Xi Heng shook his head: "So weak."

She sheathed her longsword again.

He raised his head slightly, and the crimson-gold vertical pupils in his eyes became even more prominent, as the dragon energy began to spread within his body.

The originally delicate layers of scales thickened and strengthened, the dragon horns became more prominent, and the entire body was quickly filled with dragon-like features, emanating a dragon's might from within.

Xi Heng raised his right hand, and the dragon energy poured in, causing his five fingers to rapidly transform, covered with red scales of varying sizes, as if five sharp daggers of different lengths and shapes were tied to his fingertips.

She gently moved her brand-new five fingers, and as she adjusted, she channeled her sword essence into the dragon claw.

"Ah-ah-"

The monster at the front roared, flapping its newly grown crow wings and stirring up a cloud of black mist. Its enormous body suddenly burst forth like a spring, charging towards her.

If an ordinary-sized girl were to face such a terrifying beast that was three or four meters tall, any bystander who did not know its strength would surely worry about her safety.

But Xi Heng neither dodged nor avoided it.

It simply raised its five claws and swung them forward, tearing through the air with a whooshing sound.

Five claws then unleashed five indestructible white sword energies outwards, slashing together at the ferocious beast that had nowhere to hide in the air.

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Flesh and blood were torn apart by the white marks, and the opponent's obviously larger claws separated from and fell off the body in mid-air.

With a roar of pain, the enemy's attack dissipated, and his entire body became nothing more than a black lump of flesh about to crash down.

Xi Heng took a step to the side, dodging the spot where the monster fell.

A deafening roar erupted, crushing the wooden planks on the ground and causing the building to tremble for several seconds.

The dragon claw unleashed five white sword energies, one severing the monster's arm, while the other four struck its chest and emerged from behind.

Presumably, by now, this thing's ribs, heart, lungs, and so on have been chopped into pieces.

"About half its strength." The girl slowly approached the black mist monster lying face down on the ground, its breathing rapidly weakening.

On the way, he said to the defeated creature, "It's not bad that you made me use some of my strength."

In the corridor, the monster, with black blood constantly gushing from its chest, was still struggling.

Even with severe injuries to its heart and lungs, it crawled forward using its three remaining limbs.

It wriggled like a worm, leaving a trail of scarlet blood on the floor.

Xi Heng arrived at its side, squatted down, and gently lifted it with his dragon claws, enveloping it in wisps of black mist.

Feeling it wasn't strong enough, he plunged his sword-like claws straight into the monster's back and used his fingertips to extract a fragment of its heart.

This piece of flesh was not the usual scarlet or dark red, but an extremely rich black, with a faint black mist emanating from it.

Simply by holding this object, Xi Heng felt that his sword heart was slightly affected.

"This black mist can incite resentment in people's hearts... The more resentment a person has, the more effective this thing will be."

However, it is not very effective for martial artists who have reached the Celestial Realm.

Simply activate the sword heart's repulsion to push its influence away from the mind.

"The black mist seems to be formed by the combination of the special internal force of the Resentment Technique and the martial intent of the Celestial Realm... It uses resentment to form martial intent, and then uses it to attract the resentment of others and merge it with one's own, so that the martial artist's intent is amplified and changed, and together with the internal force, it constructs this form of black mist... It is quite peculiar."

"To forge this item, one must possess immense resentment within oneself. It seems this ability is beyond my reach." Xi Heng discarded the black heart chunk, his right hand's dragon transformation weakened, reverting to five fingers, which he then placed in the scabbard at his waist.

He slowly drew his longsword and twirled it.

He turned slightly and moved closer to the head of the enormous monster.

"Rest in peace," she murmured, raising the sword slightly.

The primordial energy within his body erupted, carrying immense force, guiding the sword blade to fall like lightning.

Clang——

The next instant, a sword appeared out of nowhere and blocked her slash.

Furthermore, even when struck by her slash, it remained completely still.

On the contrary, the recoil from the sword made her own palms go numb.

Xi Heng fixed her gaze, becoming serious for the first time since arriving at Huangmei Mountain, turning her eyes to see who could withstand her sword strike.

Suddenly, a woman appeared from nowhere beside him, dressed in a white and red dress just like his senior sister, with her long, soft black hair casually flowing.

His facial features bear some resemblance to Xi Heng's own, but he appears somewhat more mature.

"Please forgive me, I still have some use for this thing."

The other person squinted, smiled gently, and had a beautiful voice.

When Xi Heng saw this person, he subconsciously recalled a portrait he had seen in the royal family genealogy in the palace.

“Zhao Qianqiu…”