Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

As she spoke, she raised her right hand.

A fierce, crimson flame suddenly ignited in his palm, but the sound it emitted was not the whooshing of fire, but rather the low murmur of countless vengeful spirits overlapping.

“The fire of resentment…” Shao Xi’s expression grew increasingly solemn.

"You have a good eye. Such a treasure was born from the Great Resentment devouring the Pure Fire; it seems your Fire Hell must also have its share of divine and human wrath," Zhao Qianqiu said.

"I should thank you for bringing this item across realms, which allowed me to glimpse the path to advancement... As for how to repay you, naturally it is by turning you all into great enemies and becoming a part of me."

As the woman on the throne chuckled, the black mist beast below gradually rose, but no longer on all fours as before. Instead, it stood up, carrying a giant sword, its black mist and fierce power erupting together as it roared with its head raised.

"howl--!"

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Volume 1: Chapter 157, The Flame of Resentment

The black mist monster beneath the throne was noticeably more streamlined and refined in form than it had been three years ago, when it resembled a hairless werewolf.

Its entire body is covered in glossy, jet-black feathers, as if it were draped in a layer of black scales.

As he moved, his stiff feathers trembled, and the heavy black iron greatsword in his hand also slid and dragged along the ground...

The ferocious howls were terrifying.

Even when bent over, it still has the size of a giant beast over four meters tall, which further emphasizes its imposing presence.

With that appearance, he can hardly be called weak.

If other martial artists were to face this object, even if they did not retreat, they would certainly be extremely nervous.

But in Xi Heng's eyes, this giant monster was nothing more than a warm-up appetizer before the real battle began.

The real formidable enemy is on the throne in the rear; it is Zhao Qianqiu's vengeful ghost.

Even if Zhao Qianqiu's physical body is killed, the vengeful ghost that is the main body should not die with the physical body.

It will likely transform into other forms and continue fighting.

This battle isn't something that can be ended simply by killing the two guys in front of her... She still needs to find a way to eliminate things like 'vengeful spirits,' which will inevitably take a long time.

But Xi Heng had already reloaded his save file hundreds of times, so he had plenty of patience.

She withdrew her gaze from Zhao Qianqiu on the throne and slowly focused her attention on the upright werewolf below, who was already preparing to attack.

The behemoth bulged its muscles, raised the greatsword it held high, and aimed it straight at Xi Heng.

The greatsword is almost a complete, slender triangle, with a rough surface and uneven blade.

Such a giant sword, even if only a rough embryonic form is created, would inevitably require a considerable amount of manpower, making it difficult to pursue exquisite craftsmanship.

However, for martial artists with the strength of the peak of the Transformation Realm or even above the Transformation Realm, the sharpness of the blade is no longer important. Even if they wield iron blocks, stone sticks, or wooden swords, they can still unleash sword energy comparable to that of a fine steel longsword.

Zhao Qianqiu remained seated calmly on the throne, making no move, as if to say that only by overcoming the black mist monster before her could she truly be qualified to challenge her.

Such an arrogant attitude is usually found in Xi Heng.

Now the emperor's throne has been occupied by the other party, and yet they still act like this in front of her.

Even though Xi Heng has cultivated a good mindset over the years, a trace of murderous intent still seeps into his heart.

"How leisurely you are. I look forward to seeing you in such a sorry state later." She drew a long sword from the air and pointed it forward.

Zhao Qianqiu chuckled: "Before that, let's have a go at my little pet first."

She gently flicked her finger forward, and the black-feathered werewolf below immediately obeyed.

After another roar, black mist enveloped the massive iron sword, its tip pointing downwards as it slammed down onto the ground.

The blade fell to the ground, and the surrounding black mist exploded and expanded like a smoke bomb, covering half of the hall in just a few seconds and obscuring Xi Heng's vision.

However, disrupting her view is meaningless to her right now.

With a slight lift of the blade, the sword's core instantly expands a hundred meters.

They kept a close watch on the evil monsters.

"The black mist is formed from resentment and can affect the mind, so be careful."

Xi Heng addressed Shao Xi, who was standing guard beside him.

She can use her sword intent to dispel the influence of the black mist; it poses no threat to her.

Just as Xi Heng raised his sword to strike the ferocious beast that was rushing towards him.

A gentle spiritual aura suddenly approached; it was Shao Xi casting a spell from behind.

She recognized the enhancement effect of the technique and readily accepted it.

The spiritual energy immediately transformed into an oval shield that surrounded his entire body, forcing back the surrounding black mist.

The field of vision was thus enhanced as if by an additional thermal imaging lens, allowing one to clearly see the location and blurry appearance of the monster in the fog.

"That's strange."

She had barely spoken when the monster in the fog arrived.

Despite its enormous size, it moves with remarkable speed.

The greatsword pierced the air, and the figure along with it transformed into a black lightning bolt, arriving in an instant—

Xi Heng dodged to the side, only to see the sharp blade, propelled by immense force, twist its momentum, achieving a rotation impossible for human power, pulling the falling greatsword back to her front—

The girl calmly flipped the longsword in her right hand, unleashing a surge of primordial power.

Thump,

The two immense forces collided, and the enemy's giant sword froze on the spot.

"It's about 40% of my strength, which is not bad."

The black mist monster in front of him was as powerful as a martial artist who had condensed primordial energy for seven or eight years.

Even if Zhao Qianqiu only brings out this giant beast, all martial artists in this world except Xi Heng will be defeated by this beast's sword.

However, the difference between the realm of Embracing the Core and the realm of Hunyuan is like an insurmountable chasm, and she is confident that she can easily defeat them.

The wolf-shaped behemoth was cleaved in two by a single sword strike, flipped in mid-air, and then crashed back to the ground with a thud.

Xi Heng flicked his sword and quickly used his light footwork to give chase.

The next instant, another roar came from the fog, and the black fog that shrouded half of the hall began to boil and surge.

The black mist surrounding the enemy transformed into fierce sword energy, sweeping towards Xi Heng who was charging forward.

With a thought, the girl's sword intent also left white marks, shattering the black mist sword energy out of thin air.

Several more obvious white marks bloomed around the monster's body, like cages trapping it and making it difficult to dodge.

With the sound of the wind in his ears, Xi Heng felt as if he had returned to the time when he was fighting on the battlefield in the northern frontier.

With a burst of inner strength, he stomped his toes on the ground, causing spiderweb-shaped cracks several meters wide to appear in the earth.

She also transformed into a shooting star that bloomed with red and white colors.

The hundred-meter distance was covered in an instant, and the tip of the Meteor Sword touched the brow of the black mist behemoth.

Neither internal energy, primordial energy, black mist, nor flesh and the skull of a ferocious beast harder than diamond could stop her sword strike in the slightest.

bang——

The sharp blade penetrated half a meter, piercing the skull before the sound of air being cut rang out from within the skull.

This shock is enough to churn the brains of any living being—it is the sword of death persecution.

"Granting liberation." Xi Heng uttered the sword's name.

Instantly, the black mist monster could no longer support its body, and the surrounding black mist also dissipated at the same time.

She drew her longsword and watched the monster collapse to the ground.

From the start until now, she has only needed one strike to kill the monster.

So much so that Zhao Qianqiu clapped her hands gently and praised, "Not bad at all, worthy of being my niece."

However, the opponent maintained a relaxed, sideways sitting posture, showing no intention of engaging in combat.

With a clap of hands, the dissipated black mist gathered again, returning to the surface of the black-feathered monster.

Immediately afterwards, the black mist, like a puppeteer's strings, pulled the monster, whose brains had been shattered, back up.

The wound on his forehead was filled in like a suture, and within seconds the injury was gone.

Since they were still in the probing stage, the girl did not interrupt it. As she watched the giant beast stand up, she simply took a few steps back.

The monster's dazed, dark eyes began to move again, its relaxed muscles tensed once more, and as it stood up, it firmly gripped the longsword in its hand once more.

This monster was originally formed from black mist. Even if it suffers severe damage to its vital organs, it can be revived by being nourished by the black mist.

Xi Heng casually shook his head: "Is that all?"

She felt that this kind of move was really meaningless.

But it's just killing her again. Even if she keeps killing her repeatedly, it won't take much of her strength.

She also has a way to completely erase it.

"Don't rush." ​​Zhao Qianqiu reached out and pinched a wisp of black mist, then gently flicked it away below.

The black mist, like an iron needle, pierced straight into the monster's back.

The thing seemed to suddenly suffer intense pain, trembling all over and whimpering softly.

Immediately afterwards, the black mist surrounding it, disregarding its expanding body, forcefully poured into the back where the needle had pierced it—

The monster's back swelled up rapidly, as if it had been filled with water.

The next instant, two large chunks of flesh on its back burst open with a painful roar, splattering out countless drops of blood and shattered bones.

Although the bones and flesh are broken, new bones and flesh grow.

Two broad wing bones, large enough to match its massive body, emerged and were quickly covered with hard, oil-black feathers.

Wings flapped, black mist swirled, slowly lifting the monster up.

Xi Heng continued to calmly twirl his sword.

It's just that it has an extra pair of wings; its essence remains the same.

Just like before, she will strike him again.

She slowly stepped forward, preparing to deliver another blow to end the monster's mutation, when she heard Zhao Qianqiu snap his fingers from above.

With a crisp sound, a deep red flame shone on the tip of the black iron greatsword.

Attracted by the surrounding black mist, it quickly enveloped the deep red flame, using itself as fuel to spread the fire.

Until the entire giant sword was covered in crimson flames, burning wildly.

The surrounding black mist completely transformed into fuel for the fire, no longer obstructing the view.

Zhao Qianqiu smiled faintly and waved his hand forward, saying, "Go ahead."

The monster gripped a flaming greatsword that glowed with intense red light, flapped its wings for a moment to gather its strength, and then charged forward again with a roar—

The girl's frontal camp was just like the collapsed sword from before.

Seeing the enemy's momentum increase, she also used more strength.

The sword flashed and clashed, the sword energy crashing forward, suspending the enemy's greatsword and body in mid-air.

This time, however, the crimson flames passed directly through the sword energy and continued their rapid attack.

Xi Heng focused his mind, and everything in the world seemed to slow down dramatically before his eyes.

As the flames drew near, she used all her strength to move and dodge.

But the flames continued to spread and their speed increased, making it virtually impossible to escape.

She activated her dantian and unleashed her inner strength, causing the air to vibrate and ring out like bells, but it still had no effect on the strange, deep red flames.

No matter how the black mist monster changes, even if it grows three heads and six arms, she can deal with it easily.

But the spark that Zhao Qianqiu threw posed a considerable threat to her.

The flames were like an illusion, unaffected by the strong wind and sword energy, and could not be dispersed.

It was only when it hit the spiritual energy shield around her that it was slightly blocked for a moment.