Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

As the Empress of Tianzhao, she was like a pillar, stabilizing the hearts of the people.

Only when this pillar collapses can the vengeful spirits interfere and unleash chaos.

"If it weren't for your sudden emergence, this world would have already been mine," Zhao Qianqiu admitted.

"To do harm to the world and benefit oneself is truly a great evil."

Xi Hengping held up his sword and announced the verdict: "Death sentence, you deserve to die."

Zhao Qianqiu above simply chuckled:

"Isn't this what we royals should do? Besides, I'm standing right here, can you kill me?"

Xi Heng responded with action, taking another step forward with his sword in hand.

The ground trembled and cracked, and the figure stretched for dozens of meters, the sharp tip of the sword pointing directly at the enemy's brow.

However, Zhao Qianqiu's azure mist did not slow down at all, and immediately solidified into a real form, like a giant clamp that locked the incoming sharp blade.

At the same time, accompanied by a slight, bell-like laugh, Zhao Qianqiu thrust his dark blue longsword straight at Xi Heng's seemingly frail waist.

With a thud, the enemy's stabbing blade stopped abruptly, just centimeters away from his body.

Although the power of the Embracing Elixir is difficult to contend with the resentful fire, it can be directly blocked by a sharp blade.

The enemy was not surprised. He then surrounded his longsword with mist, adding even more force, but still could not break through the protective energy.

The force of the embracing dantian energy clashed with the immense power of the dark blue mist.

Xi Heng pointed his long sword at the enemy's brow, but was firmly restrained.

The enemy's longsword aimed at her waist was also firmly blocked.

The two of them stopped moving at the same time, as if they were stuck there.

"Tsk."

Since his physical body was frozen in place, Xi Heng unleashed his sword intent and unleashed a sword aura from thin air.

The opponent also used the surrounding bluish-black mist to transform into the shapes of sharp blades and spears, which they then thrust out.

The sword energy dispersed it, and the mist continued to condense.

Gradually, not only the physical body, but also other forces, froze at this point.

They remain locked in a stalemate, wearing each other down until one of them runs out of energy and spirit, and then the other will fall to the ground first.

At least on the surface, that seems to be the case.

But in reality, Xi Heng still has many tricks up his sleeve, and his opponent probably has the same.

During the stalemate, Zhao Qianqiu calmly opened her lips and spoke a hint of resentment towards Xi Heng's close face.

The cultivators behind them were tasked with fighting off the resentful flames. Strands of blue and green magic patterns quickly formed a seal, blocking the two of them.

The sword energy vibrated, and the bluish-black mist kept bursting open and then condensing again.

"Are you going to test my patience with me?"

The other person saw something very funny and curled the corners of their mouth into a smile.

She is the embodiment of resentment, and as long as the resentment remains, her true spirit will endure.

Even with his exceptional martial arts skills, Xi Heng was still just a mortal.

Humans are bound to have limits.

If this stalemate continues, it will only buy time, and she will eventually win.

“Who said we were going to have a competition?” Xi Heng said.

Even if it were a contest of endurance, she wouldn't lose to anyone after hundreds of reincarnations.

But this time, although it appeared to be a stalemate, she actually had the upper hand completely.

Because she didn't know when, she had already bitten into the Dragon Transformation Heart Pill, and the medicinal power had seeped into her body.

The powerful dragon energy flowed into his body, strengthening his strength.

As scales emerged from her body, red veins spread from her skin, her pupils changed from crimson to gold, her white hair spread out, and sharp dragon horns gradually grew from her head... all the characteristics of a dragon manifested from her body, and her power overwhelmed the enemy's bluish-black mist.

The sword tip, which had been firmly clamped, began to move forward with increasing force.

His crimson-gold eyes met the enemy's bluish-yellow pupils.

The surrounding sword energy swirled wildly, completely halting the enemy's attack.

At this moment, the opponent also focused his mind and tried to press the sharp blade against his waist and abdomen forward.

However, after taking the Dragon Transformation Pill, Xi Heng's strength was fully amplified, making it impossible for his opponent to break through with force.

During the stalemate, she gradually gained the upper hand.

The sharp tip of the sword finally touched the center of her fair face.

After breaking through the bluish-black mist, Dufeiang's flesh and skull could only be cut open like tofu.

The skin was torn open, and the skull was split open.

But what is shown is no longer blood or liquid, but a bluish-black color representing resentment.

Even though the sword had been plunged deep into his skull, Zhao Qianqiu still maintained a faint smile.

The blade plunged deeper, piercing through the skull inch by inch, but the other person's expression remained unchanged.

Her physical body seemed to be just a phantom.

Even if the sword pierces through the skull, his appearance remains unchanged, still exquisite.

"What a monster."

Xi Heng unleashed his inner strength once more, a power powerful enough to shatter the opponent's brains as if they were being put into a blender.

But it had no effect on the thing in front of them.

For the first time, she clearly felt that this guy was just a ghost occupying a physical body, and that physical pain had no effect on his essence.

"You can see that, can't win." Zhao Qianqiu said gently.

"Surrender now, and I won't let you suffer too much."

"Why are you still talking so much nonsense?" Xi Heng pressed the sharp blade down sharply.

The blade naturally sliced ​​down from between the eyebrows, severing the opponent's entire body, until it cut through a layer of flesh from the inner thigh before falling into the air.

"I only admire you, so I don't want to kill you so soon."

Even though the body was almost cut in two, the wounds only revealed bluish-black colors.

You can clearly hear the other person's heartbeat, and when you kill them, you can feel the rhythm and touch of their organs.

But once it was actually cut open, nothing could be seen inside, and it quickly reattached itself after half a second.

His physical body was restored, and he was exactly the same as before he was killed.

"The power of dragon transformation?" the other party said easily. "Its power is indeed slightly higher than my current form, but what use is power alone?"

"Even if you shatter my body into dust, I will immediately restore it."

"A mere mortal, no matter how strong, can only stand against mortals." The other person's voice easily rang in Xi Heng's ears: "You and I are not different in strength, but in our different levels."

Xi Heng was used to this nonsense and didn't want to pay any attention to it.

Since the first attack failed, let's try again—

Sheathed the blade, then swung the sword upwards!

A white aura appeared, causing the water to ripple.

The resentment within the wisps of flames of hatred he had just endured has been completely dispelled by his sword heart. Now, this sword strike is imbued with the full power of his sword heart.

Her current Sword Heart Realm has reached the late stage of the high level, making her power over the mind even more ferocious.

Ordinary sword techniques are unlikely to harm vengeful spirits, but sword intent will certainly have some effect.

The moment the sword struck, it immediately caused chaos in the bluish-black mist.

This time, the opponent did not resist, allowing the blade to pierce into his heart and then exit.

The azure mist then spread out in a chaotic manner as if out of control, and the dark blue longsword held by Zhao Qianqiu also showed many cracks, immediately becoming dilapidated.

The force exploded, and even though his body was protected by a bluish-black mist, a fist-sized blood hole was directly opened in his chest.

Xi Heng did not stop there. After breaking through the flesh, he immediately drew his longsword and slammed it down on the opponent's chest and abdomen, tearing a sword wound and shattering the dark blue longsword in the process.

With a cracking sound, the longsword shattered into countless fragments.

The dark blue mist dissipated under the sword's power, eventually leaving behind a scene of devastation.

Xi Heng raised his sharp blade and met the attack without pausing.

Kenshin was clearly effective against this vengeful spirit, causing its consciousness to freeze for a moment. As long as the sword was kept moving, the enemy could be continuously brought into a state of stun.

The sharp blade slashed upwards, scattering the green mist, then swept downwards, unleashing a white aura that destroyed the flesh.

Immediately afterwards, using the right foot as a pivot, the left foot rotates, and the sword blade rises upward with momentum.

With a sharp twist of his wrist, he sliced ​​open the entire face.

He turned and slashed horizontally, severing the man's waist in two.

A streak of blood flashes, followed by a shower of blood from the sword, then the sword bends down in an exaggerated downward motion, concentrating all the power of the body into this single, powerful slash—

"Blood Sea Crossing Boat!"

With a soft shout, sword energy erupted.

The crescent-shaped white demon broke through the sword energy, finally tearing a wide gash ten or twenty centimeters long on the enemy's body.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, obliterating most of his body into a pulverized mess.

After advancing to the Core Formation stage, Xi Heng used his full strength for the first time.

So much so that after the white sword energy broke through the enemy's body, it also dispersed the dark blue mist within.

The mist no longer connected Zhao Qianqiu's body, causing him to lose his balance and his limbs to split into two parts, falling to either side.

The bluish-black mist drifted out of control.

The subsequent sword energy landed on one side of the throne, carving out a huge trench that stretched straight towards the end of the palace, perhaps even piercing through the entire palace.

The sword techniques unleashed in succession slashed the vengeful ghost's body into a mangled mess, its limbs scattered, its flesh loose, and its head falling to the ground.

If the other party is still human, they are already beyond dead.

However, Xi Heng remained vigilant and added another layer of fire surge technique, igniting the mangled body in front of him along with the fragments of flesh and blood on the ground.

The flames surged and roared, growing ever fiercer amidst the shouts.

It quickly ignited the vengeful ghost's body, causing it to burn wildly.

The bluish-black mist was still spreading, as if it would soon dissipate into the world.

Gradually, the surrounding bluish-black mist stopped spreading and, as if attracted by a magnet, returned to the burning, broken body.

The flames went out as quickly as if they had been doused with cold water upon contact with the blue mist.

The blue mist connected the pieces of flesh, vaguely outlining the original shape of the body.

The sword marks on the surface of the large body were filled and restored by the blue mist.

And those limbs, torn apart by the sharp blades, were also drawn back to the main body by the dark blue mist.

The green mist supported her body, helping her stand up again on the ground.

The eyes that had lost their luster due to the sword strike regained their glimmer.

A moment later, the bluish-black mist restored his body to its original state, and Zhao Qianqiu's head rested on his neck once more. A strange, faint smile returned as he whispered:

"How nostalgic! This Blood Sea Ferry was a move I created."

"You're just a vengeful ghost possessing her body," Xi Heng said, not surprised by the other's resurrection.

If the opponent were to actually die from this combo, it would only disappoint her.

"Perhaps so, or perhaps I am someone else entirely," the other party said calmly.

"Too many consciousnesses were mixed together, which troubled me for a long time, and I couldn't tell which one was me... But now, it doesn't matter anymore."