Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

"Attack the Crimson Goddess?" The other party was stunned again.

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Chapter Sixty-Seven, The Dark Cult

"Just do what I tell you to do, and don't ask any questions."

After Xi Heng finished speaking frankly, he ignored the man.

Turning his head, he saw another group of heretics approaching from afar, drawn by the sound, so he drew his sword and continued charging.

As screams and terrified pleas for mercy echoed one after another, the cultists throughout the city gathered, each clutching a torch.

The continuous drizzle dampened the girl's hair, and the blood from the sword splattered on her already bright red clothes, adding a touch of somberness to her outfit.

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The sharp blade pierced through flesh and blood, severing bones and internal organs along with the body. As the corpse fell to the ground, a flower of blood bloomed, slowly blossoming under the drizzle.

The thin man named Wang Que followed desperately behind him. Before he could even shout "surrender or die!", he saw that all the living people had become corpses on the ground.

After eliminating this wave, Xi Heng continued forward.

The surrendered cultist was panting heavily, but dared not stop for a moment. He feared that if he did not do his best to make a difference, he would still be beheaded later.

On the third wave, before the demon lord was completely killed, he finally shouted for the others to surrender, kneel down, and convert to their faith.

As time went on, more and more Jingming Sect believers surrounded him, and dozens of burning torches swayed and rushed in from all directions, making him extremely panicked again.

If the guardians of the faith were to find out that they had betrayed the Pure Fire Deity, no matter how desperately they tried to explain, it would all be in vain, and they would certainly be dragged to the altar and burned alive.

The number of believers who flocked in was unknown, perhaps in the hundreds or thousands.

Wang Que kept retreating, his legs trembling and his face filled with despair.

The other five cultists who had joined him in surrendering to the Great Dark Heaven also retreated in succession.

Xi Heng, on the other hand, curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

Instead of chasing them down one by one like before, it's better to just charge into the crowd.

She stood in the center of the wide square where the Jingming Sect had previously preached, waiting for the crowds of Jingming Sect followers to surround her.

The firelight flickered and rippled, appearing as a ring of sparks.

Gradually, countless enemies approached.

Of the six traitors who had initially claimed to have submitted to this demon and abandoned their faith in the Pure Fire Bright Lord in favor of the Great Black Heaven God, four of them, seeing the growing power of the Pure Bright Sect followers around them, abandoned their evil ways and returned to the Pure Bright Sect's ranks. Along the way, they pointed at Xi Heng and shouted:

"Your Excellency! This woman in red is the demon from the Dark Heaven! Kill her at once!"

"Heh..." Xi Heng stared coldly at these people, already having figured out how to disembowel them.

When they were still fifty or sixty meters away, the cultists dressed in white and carrying torches stopped and formed a large circle around Xi Heng.

The flames burned continuously, illuminating the entire square.

Slowly, a man emerged from the crowd of believers. His head was bald and shiny, a thick white robe covered his muscular body, and a heavy sword hung on his back. His face was stern, his eyebrows were raised, and his eyes were fierce as he stared at them menacingly.

"Demon, today is the day you die!"

"Oh?" Xi Heng looked at the other person's figure and figure and thought that this person was only at the early stage of dark energy, and that he would be the same kind of person who would be beheaded within five moves.

"You also possess the magic of the Crimson Sky Goddess?"

Hearing this, the burly man was even more certain of her demonic identity. His face flashed with ferocity and hatred. He raised his right hand, drew his sword, and charged forward, shouting:

"Take your life!"

"They actually dared to come."

Xi Heng adopted the stance of the Bloodline Sword Technique and immediately unleashed a Cloud-Piercing Blood Nail at the start.

A red line flashed, streaking across the sky and pointing straight at the enemy's neck.

The opponent displayed a wariness and sensitivity that belied his appearance, immediately raising his broadsword horizontally, the dark blade blocking the blood-nail sword energy.

Xi Heng sheathed his sword again and suddenly thrust it upwards, unleashing a vertical sword aura that was cleaved in two by the opponent's slash.

"He does have some ability."

Ordinary sword techniques cannot shatter her sword energy. Even if the broadsword slices through the center of the sword energy, it should split it into two pieces rather than breaking it directly. The force contained in the opponent's sword technique is obviously extremely strong.

The distance has been shortened.

Taking advantage of the moment when the enemy paused after swinging his sword, Xi Heng changed his sword-wielding technique into a thrusting dagger, still aimed directly at the throat.

"The cuckoo weeps blood—"

Her opponent raised his broadsword sharply, deflecting the blade that was thrust at her.

However, the Red Line Sword's killing range is not limited to the length of the blade; when the red line at the tip of the sword is slashed open, it slices across the opponent's face.

Blood bloomed as the red line flashed, and a barely visible sword mark appeared on the skin of the other person's face, where an eyeball was attached.

The excruciating pain and momentary blindness caused him to roar, and he swung his knife with all his might, increasing the speed of his strikes.

Xi Heng neither dodged nor avoided, but instead stretched out his left hand further forward:

"flutter!"

He thrust out his left palm, and a rich, powerful surge of blood energy erupted from his palm, striking the enemy's incoming broadsword and his chest from behind.

The broadsword was pushed away by the surge of blood, and the next instant the opponent also opened his left hand and let out a muffled groan.

Before the blood surge could hit its mark, intense flames roared like a fire dragon as they crashed into the surging blood vapor. The flames and blood vapor spread together amidst the roar, growing ever more powerful.

The howling flames seemed even stronger, overwhelming the Blood Surge Technique and slowly pushing towards Xi Heng.

The girl snorted coldly, tossed aside the longsword with her right hand, and mentally retrieved a glowing red Blood Spirit Stone from her inventory, pressing it onto the back of her left hand—

The power of the Blood Surge Technique increased even more, overwhelming the invading fire dragon and slamming into the burly man.

The bald, burly man's ribs caved in from the impact, and he coughed up blood. He was then thrown more than thirty meters, crashing to the ground like a dead fish.

"That's it?"

Xi Heng thought this guy was quite capable, but it turns out he only relied on a magic spell.

Her spiritual energy is quite abundant; in a direct magical contest like this, she would definitely not be weaker than anyone else.

Even the so-called Crimson Goddess they speak of might find it difficult to surpass her in terms of magic.

Xi Heng clenched his left hand and pulled it back, then looked at the burly man who had been knocked away in the distance. Despite his potentially fatal injuries, the man actually managed to stand up, his body twisting.

The burly man coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, splattering it on the ground, and struggled to raise his trembling right hand:

"Kill her! This demon has no spiritual power left, attack! All of you, attack!"

"Are you sure?" Xi Heng tilted his head.

At first, the mortals around her hesitated when faced with this demon.

However, as several martial artists beside the guardian deacon rushed forward first, the ordinary believers followed suit.

These cultists didn't know any of the formations used by the military to deal with warriors, nor did they have any threatening bows or crossbows. In fact, many of them were carrying pitchforks and shovels, and they came at her aggressively.

Xi Heng raised his hand to catch the shovel that was being slapped at him, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw the man into the crowd, smashing him into a pile of people like a bowling ball.

Most of the people who collapsed were carrying sharp weapons; a mere scratch or touch would leave a bloody mark.

The followers hadn't even gotten close before they were almost all wounded by their own weapons.

The next moment, Xi Heng grabbed his longsword again and ran alone towards the place where the cultists were most concentrated.

The ground cracked like spiderwebs as the toes stomped on the ground, and the sword slashed horizontally, instantly drawing a line of blood.

The blood-red sword energy roared and surged, slicing through the waists of more than a dozen heretics who were only covered by a layer of coarse cloth, as if cutting grass. Then it passed through the crowd that had fallen like cut wheat, and then swung its sword further back.

With each slash of the blade, a head flew off; with each thrust, blood gushed forth.

In just a few breaths at the start, five or six long swords pressed down on her from all sides. Xi Heng then bent over and stretched out her five fingers, and her bones grew wildly, instantly becoming the shape of a tree canopy.

"open!"

She has become increasingly proficient at using this spell.

Countless skeletal branches first formed a shield to block the incoming blades, then suddenly shattered and exploded, spraying countless bone fragments in all directions.

This caused more than a dozen people to collapse to the ground, their faces contorted in agony, screaming in pain.

This move is not as gentle and painless as a sword strike. When the bone pierces the flesh, there will be an unbearable, intense pain that constantly stimulates the body with each movement.

Instantly, a dozen or so figures, writhing and crying out in pain, were piled up on the ground.

Xi Heng ignored it, and after Jing Gu Bian exploded, he rushed to the side and began wildly swinging his sword.

Wherever the sword wind passed, it stirred up a bloody storm.

As Qi and blood surged through his meridians, Xi Heng's originally light red eyes gradually turned bright red.

Her pupils reflected the surrounding blood-red hues, and the furious roars of ordinary mortals in front of her, who were raising their weapons high and fighting with all their might to decide a life-or-death struggle with her.

The light rain fell on my cheeks, bringing a slight chill.

Xi Heng focused his attention, and it felt as if time had slowed down.

Her own movements gradually slowed down, and the large knife that was about to fall on her head moved even slower, as if she could easily push the blade in another direction with just a gentle touch.

The torch whistled in the wind, the raindrops hissed as they hit the flames, and all around were the whistling of blades cutting through the air and desperate shouts, while in the distance came continuous cries of pain.

"It's all so slow..."

Xi Heng realized that he seemed to have entered a rather special state.

In that instant, she was no longer excited by the sight of bloodshed; instead, she felt a sense of peace.

It was as if she were not on a fierce battlefield, but rather enjoying tea alone at a stone table under a mulberry tree—in an instant, her emotions changed from surging to 'still as water'.

In this state, the clear and tranquil mind will not be shaken in the slightest.

As she watched the blade fall, she could instantly come up with more than a dozen ways to deal with it, and her body was able to execute them with remarkable fluidity.

With a flick of the wrist, the sword was severed, and then the tip of the sword was pressed against the side of the falling longsword.

With a flick of his wrist, he deflected the longsword flying through the air.

The white blade spun twice and slashed into the head of another person behind her.

Xi Heng rolled his eyes, swung his sword backward, and severed the neck of another person.

The wound on his neck slowly opened after the blade passed through, and blood first oozed out for a while before spurting out.

Xi Heng kicked backward with all his might, sending a strong figure flying backward as if hit by a truck, knocking down more than a dozen people before finally stopping and falling to the ground.

"This state is truly peculiar... but why is it like this? Could it be that my sword intent has been honed to perfection?"

Xi Heng casually blocked the attack, silently thinking to himself.

After deflecting the enemy's broadsword, she sheathed her longsword, then twisted her wrist and unleashed a powerful sword strike—

A sudden burst of surging sword wind knocked down several people, and at the same time, it sliced ​​open the necks of three people at an extremely clever angle.

Although the sword wind doesn't deal much damage, hitting a weak point can still kill.

The men dropped their blades, clutched their neck wounds, and tried to flee, but were met with a surge of Jingming Cult members shouting the word "demon," leaving them nowhere to run.

The movement tore open their wounds, causing them to bleed profusely. One by one, they fell to the ground, their blood pooling together.

The cultists continued their frenzied advance, stepping over their corpses.

With their overwhelming numbers and deafening shouts of battle, ordinary believers were inevitably drawn into the atmosphere and thronged forward.

By the time Xi Heng had chopped off their heads, it was too late for him to back out.

Seeing the enemy crowding together more and more, the girl unleashed another wave of blood-red sword energy, sweeping across the area.

Enemies within three or four meters were scattered on the ground like wheat cut by a sickle, looking down in terror at their severed waists, frantically reaching out to pull back their hands.

Those nearby believers, seeing this horrific sight, finally turned back and tried to flee.

However, the Jingming Sect followers on the periphery could not see what was happening inside. They still fantasized about becoming heroes who could slay demons and continued to crowd forward.

Those outside want to get in, and those inside want to get out.

The chaos led to even greater chaos; the sounds of angry hacking and slashing clashed with the panicked fleeing, causing many cult members to fight each other.

"Get lost! I don't want to die!"