Longevity begins with alchemy master

Chapter 820: Slaughter-like Killing, White Fist

How deep is Luo Chen's murderous intent?

Hard to estimate!

Throughout his life, he killed people everywhere and engaged in endless bloody battles. He was particularly fond of large-scale offensive spells.

The number of lives that died at his hands is countless.

When practicing normally, he often used the Cleansing Technique and the Dragon-Slaying Technique to remove the bloody evil energy from his body because he was afraid that the remaining bloody evil energy after slaughtering living creatures would affect him.

But although the evil spirit was gone, the murderous intent became more pure and condensed.

For so many years, this murderous intent has been suppressed.

Until now!

When the murderous intent spread out undisguisedly, all those who were at the same level were terrified and felt as if a thorn in their backs was in danger.

Especially when they saw that the darkness that had previously enveloped Luo Chen had disappeared, everyone became extremely clear about what this scene meant.

The Lightless Demon Emperor has fallen!
Another fourth-level demon king died in his hands!
Then, who in Ba Dao Domain can stop him next?
Once he joins a battle group somewhere, who will have the confidence in the situation that the demon clan is already struggling to sustain?

Almost at the same time when Luo Chen's murderous intent spread, the situation in various battle groups changed slightly.

The Demon King's attacks became more fierce and the range of his movements became wider.

The aftermath of the Nascent Soul level battle brought immeasurable impact to this land.

boom!
boom!
boom!
A vein of the earth was pierced, and hot magma shot up into the sky.

Amidst the bloody storm, there was another glimmer of brilliant war.

Luo Chen stood on a pillar of magma fire and had no intention of joining a battle group of the same level.

A pair of bright and brilliant eyes swept in all directions.

The bloody sword in his hand made a clanging sound.

"Are you excited too?"

"Are you excited by my unrestrained murderous intent?"

Luo Chen slowly raised his right hand, and the Yuan Tu Sword reflected his young and enchanting face.

"In that case, let's go!"

As if talking to himself, Luo Chen threw it casually and started to make hand gestures with both hands.

The Yuan Tu Sword made a low sound and suddenly broke through the air.

It transformed into a streak of blood and rushed into the group of low-level monsters on the earth like headless flies.

chi chi chi...

It is so fast that it is invisible to the naked eye.

Its momentum is so strong that even the human body cannot stop it.

Wherever the sword flashes, no one survives.

The third-level demon king, which was dozens of feet long, opened his bloody mouth and forcefully swallowed the sword light.

But in just a moment, the Yuantu Sword broke out of the body.

The huge demon king froze in place, and finally fell down with a loud bang.

The blood in the body seemed to be pulled by something and followed the sword light.

The sword light showed no sign of stopping. With Luo Chen as the center, it moved freely within a radius of a thousand miles, and there was no enemy that could match it.

Luo Chen stepped on the flaming pillars and kept moving quickly on the tragic battlefield filled with blood, rain, wind, flames and black smoke.

All he could see was the growing blood cloud.

Swish!
There was a dazzling sword light, which turned into a thousand feet high and slashed down with a loud bang.

The beast tide that originally surrounded the Black Iron Taoist Temple was slashed to pieces by this blow, and the remaining monsters completely collapsed, and their instinct for survival made them run outside the Tyrant Blade Domain.

Luo Chen and Taoist Tieguan looked at each other, said nothing, and continued to change the battlefield.

The latter accepted the favor, and took the opportunity to recall the two guardians of the temple, the Turtle and the Snake, and simultaneously attacked the shirtless Demon King. The balance of victory was completely tilted.

Luo Chen didn't care much whether the other party appreciated it or not.

He only swung this sword because there were enough monsters gathered here before.

He controlled the Yuantu Sword to hunt down low-level monsters all the way, and the blood cloud following the sword light became thicker and thicker.

Suddenly!
A sword as thin as a cicada's wing passed by his face.

It really brushed past his face and almost pierced his head.

A cicada chirped in the air, as if it was extremely surprised that its fatal move had failed.

Luo Chen's expression remained unchanged as he reached out to grab the sword.

Golden light burst out violently, as if it could cut through everything.

But Luo Chen did not stop at all. He grabbed the sword at the critical moment before it could escape.

Pull it suddenly!
Wow...

A large amount of blood spurted out from the void.

Looking at the sharp sword in Luo Chen's hand that was as thin as a cicada's wing, it was not a flying sword at all, it was just a thin golden cicada's wing!

"Six-winged golden cicada, the Dark-singing Demon King?"

In the void, An Ming appeared in a mess, but he no longer had six wings, only five cicada wings.

There was indignation in his eyes.

"You bully the weak with your power and wantonly slaughter low-level monsters. Don't you have any demeanor of a real person, Dan Zong?"

"demeanor?"

Luo Chen smiled contemptuously, "You attacked me without warning, is this how you behave as a demon king?"

Then, he suddenly shouted in a low voice: "How many low-level disciples of mine have died at the hands of your demon kings and demon emperors? Did you ever talk about grace at that time?"

An Ming was stunned, and before he could reply, he had an extremely dangerous intuition.

laugh!
A flash of sword light suddenly slashed down from behind.

An Ming dodged at the last moment, but a golden cicada wing remained in the void.

Just as An Ming appeared again in panic, a giant with golden armor, like a heavenly soldier, descended from the sky and grabbed him.

Old Fu stood on top of the golden-armored giant, panting, and looked at Luo Chen with an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, I failed to stop this demon, and she disturbed you, Taoist friend."

Luo Chen held the two cicada wings in his hands and smiled slightly, "It's okay, I'll leave the rest to you."

After saying that, he put the still steaming cicada wings into his storage ring and stepped into the blood cloud.

The Yuan Tu Sword made a clanging sound and began to fly towards the edge of the Ba Dao Domain.

Too many low-level monsters did not dare to face the battle at the Nascent Soul level and were forced to flee to the edge of the area.

They want to run!

However, due to the restrictions of the Twelve Divine Demons of Dutian Formation, he was trapped in the Ba Dao Domain.

At this moment, in front of Luo Chen, he was a lamb to be slaughtered.

The Yuantu sword rose and fell, and magic power was sprayed out.

Luo Chen could feel that the sword spirit sealed in the third layer was now emitting a lively will.

Luo Chen looked at the blood cloud under his feet, with a thoughtful look.

Compared with the Chixiao sword energy that was forcibly refined, it seems that the blood cloud that accompanies the killing is the Yuantu sword spirit's favorite thing?
Why is this so?

"When this sword first came into being, it was named the God-Slaying Sword because it was rumored to have killed a powerful god."

"And that great god-transforming being, if nothing unexpected happens, should be the Blood Sea Ancestor of the Yuan Mo Sect."

"So, the Yuan Tu Sword Spirit has also been infected with the habits of the Blood Sea Ancestor?"

Just as Luo Chen was thinking, a loud cry came from his ears.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, be careful!"

Luo Chen looked up suddenly, and saw a huge fist that broke through the light curtain of the formation, broke through the air from outside the domain, and smashed towards him.

He didn't hesitate at all and threw out the same punch.

boom!
The void trembled and the blood cloud collapsed.

Luo Chen stood in the air, allowing the blood cloud under his feet to gather again.

His eyes, on the giant fist that was slowly being retracted, met the angry eyes of its owner.

A fourth-level demon king who cultivates both magic and body?
It was a bald man. Looking at the sword light that had not stopped the rhythm of slaughter, he shouted angrily: "Come out!"

Luo Chen curled the corners of his mouth and didn't respond to him at all.

Instead, he looked at another hurried figure who arrived a step later.

"Is this what you agreed to do to help intercept?"

The True Man of Divine Fire smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, I let this monster find a loophole. I won't do it again next time." "Humph!"

Luo Chen snorted coldly, turned around and left.

Blood clouds stretched across the sky, casting shadows over the earth.

The killings continue.

The war is still raging.

There were shrill screams that shook the earth.

That meant that another fourth-level demon king had completely perished.

Luo Chen once saw with his own eyes how Master Jin Ling shattered the physical body of a Demon King. The Demon King's Nascent Soul kept teleporting but was ultimately blocked by the Dutian Twelve Divine Devils Formation.

A golden feather pierced through the Nascent Soul and strung it together like a candied haws.

Looking at the Nascent Soul that looked like a young beast, Jin Ling Zhenren said contemptuously in front of Luo Chen: "You are not of my human race, but you want to learn the method of transforming into a human form and refining your soul. In the end, you will end up with a weird ending."

Then the golden feather vibrated, and the Nascent Soul suddenly shattered.

True Man Jin Ling took a deep look at Luo Chen before floating away to chase after the other Demon King who had previously besieged him.

Luo Chen looked calm and didn't care about this provocation at all.

Standing above the blood cloud, he continued his slaughtering work.

However, unlike the previous large-scale killing, he became more and more familiar with the techniques of "Qianxiao Wanhua Sword Sutra" in the process of controlling the Yuantu Sword to fight.

The sword light split into two parts, and the sword energy turned into a dragon.

Thousands of sword threads, even giant sword techniques, merging swords and escaping...

These skills that seemed extremely profound before became more and more proficient in battle.

Pavilion Master Li of Wanjian Pavilion, who had already defeated his opponent, followed Luo Chen at some point and watched him experimenting with complicated expressions in his eyes.

Others thought it was an extremely dangerous raid.

But for Luo Chen, it turned into a trial to temper himself.

"I regard life-and-death battles as a test stone for sharpening my sword. This kind of mentality is in line with my path of sword cultivation."

"No wonder he agreed to talk to me in detail about the Jade Emperor Pupil Clearing Fluid!"

"This medicine will be of great use to him too!"

Luo Chen didn't care about Pavilion Master Li's spying.

What he did at this moment was very different from his usual style.

He seldom uses life-and-death battles as a means to hone himself, and usually gives it his all.

The reason we do this now is that the overall situation has been decided!

When the great formation of the Twelve Divine Devils of Dutian was put into place, when the six mid-Nascent Soul stage warriors and even the powerful Jiuling Yuanjun, who was comparable to a great cultivator, joined forces to attack the Ba Dao Domain, the outcome had actually already been determined.

hum...

The terrifying cicada chirping suddenly spread over thousands of miles.

Luo Chen looked up and saw a giant in golden armor shattered into pieces.

Then, the disheveled figure of Mr. Fu walked out from inside.

Although he was in a miserable state, he survived in the end.

And after Luo Chen broke two of the wings of the six-winged golden cicada, it could no longer be a match for Master Fu.

Swish!
The Taoist holding an iron ruler in one hand flew to the vicinity of Luo Chen and Pavilion Master Li.

It’s Tieguan Taoist.

"I've already solved it."

Pavilion Master Li exclaimed: "Fellow Daoist Tieguan is very capable. He was able to kill the powerful enemy Demon King even when surrounded by so many demon beasts."

Taoist Tieguan was neither sad nor happy, his expression was calm, "You are too kind. Your tricks are not as fast as Dan Zong's instant destruction of the enemy, nor can they compare to Fellow Daoist Jin Ling's one against two. Even if Pavilion Master Li personally killed one of the only two fourth-level mid-stage demon kings present, it is still not comparable to me."

Pavilion Master Li smiled casually, stroking his flowing beard, looking somewhat contented.

However, when his eyes swept across the Nascent Soul True Men scattered everywhere, he couldn't help but feel a little fearful.

In the past, when there was peace, everyone kept a low profile and only judged one’s superiority based on the level of their realm.

Because of the sword cultivator's advantage in killing, he gradually gained the reputation of being the strongest sword cultivator of the same level.

But when it really came to a life-and-death fight, each and every one of these people used various methods, and none of them was weaker than them, the sword practitioners.

Especially the Nine Spirits Yuanjun!

In the past, people always said that the other party only had magical powers but not sophisticated methods.

But at this moment, he has trapped the Thunder Prison Divine Peng and fought with him for a whole day and night. Who dares to say that his opponent's methods are not sophisticated?
The five Yuanyings stood in each place, looking down at a battle group that had reached the depths of the earth veins without knowing when.

The nine-colored river of light continues to flow.

The lightning flashed, but became weaker and weaker.

"This monster will be defeated!" Pavilion Master Li observed for a while and came to the conclusion.

The others nodded in tacit understanding.

Rumor has it that this Thunder Prison Divine Peng once had a fierce battle with the Five Elements Divine Sect's supreme elder, Shen Yuan Zhenren, and still survived. He must have been a great cultivator.

Now it seems that it was overestimated.

Luo Chen's eyes flickered and he muttered to himself.

A hundred years have passed, and there has been no improvement in the realm of Thunder Prison Divine Peng!

Is it that the demon race's cultivation speed is slow? Or is it that they were injured so badly in the battle a hundred years ago that they have been recovering from their injuries for a hundred years and have not made any progress?
If Jiuling Yuanjun really kills it, it would be a good thing.

No matter how stupid this monster is, he should still remember me.

If I pass my news back to Cangwu Mountain, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble.

"No matter whether Jiuling Yuanjun can kill him or not, as long as he is still alive, I will give him one more blow and smash him to pieces!"

Just as Luo Chen was muttering, the battle deep in the earth was nearing its end.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The earth's crust shook and the ground cracked.

Countless magma gushed out and then flowed back.

The originally weak lightning suddenly became very bright.

boom!
There was a loud bang, and the nine-colored river of light suddenly broke open.

A stream of light flew out from it.

Looking closely, there was no majestic thunder and lightning bird, only a flashing ball of light.

It is the Nascent Soul of the Thunder Prison God Peng!
"Don't let this thief escape!"

Luo Chen acted decisively and shouted loudly.

The others also attacked without hesitation.

In the night sky, sword lights, iron rulers, golden feathers, and talismans hit the Nascent Soul from all directions.

Luo Chen’s attack was also included, and the Yuan Tu Sword turned into a beam of blood light and broke through the air.

At this critical moment, the light curtain covering the Ba Dao Domain disappeared in an instant.

There are ripples in the void.

A white fist slowly stretched out from the ripples in the void.

He opened his fist and grasped the Nascent Soul light ball of Leiyu Shenpeng, seeming to ignore the attacks coming at him.

boom!
There was a loud bang, and all the attacks exploded like fireworks.

Beautiful, yet non-threatening.

The moment Luo Chen saw the white fist, his pupils suddenly shrank, but he did not stop.

The tip of the blood sword spun wildly and pierced the fist.

Ding!
The blood sword was hit hard and bounced back.

A dull roar was heard from the earth, and Jiuling Yuanjun rose into the sky like a god, with nine colorful light bands surrounding him.

But as fast as it appears, it will go back just as fast.

Almost no one could see clearly how the owner of the white fist made the move. The next moment, Jiuling Yuanjun fell to the ground with his shoulders drooping limply.

The ripples in the void slowly dissipated.

The six monks who had achieved fruitful results were now looking at each other in bewilderment.

The ever-turbulent Ba Dao Domain was still bustling, but here they were eerily quiet.

Luo Chen held the blood sword, his right hand trembling constantly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a red dot on the tip of the sword.

(End of this chapter)