The extraordinary daily life of people with super powers

Punch after punch landed directly on Huan Baichen.

Just like driving a pile, he wanted to beat Huan Baichen to death.

"Pfft!"

"I, poof!"

"Kill...poof!"

Each punch was faster and stronger than the last. Even though Huan Baichen was a Yuanying Zhenjun, he was beaten to the point of losing his temper. As long as the spiritual energy in his body was gathered, it was immediately dispersed.

"Ten thousand souls!"

Huan Baichen waved his hand suddenly, and at the critical moment, a black flag appeared in his hand. With a wave of the flag, he directly cut off Tang Ansheng's attack.

"vomit!"

Protected by the black flag, Huan Baichen opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

"Haha, what other means do you have?" asked Huan Baichen.

Tang Ansheng frowned as he looked at Huan Baichen. He took advantage of the opponent's unpreparedness and threw twenty or thirty punches in one second, but he only managed to break the opponent's protective spiritual energy.

"Is this Yuanying Zhenjun?"

"His recovery speed is amazing. He broke two or three ribs and was spitting blood, but now he seems to be fine."

Tang Ansheng understood that this was the effect of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The cultivator's physical body was infected by the spiritual energy, and his Nascent Soul was almost completely transformed with almost no fatal weaknesses.

Even if Yuanying Zhenjun suffers a fatal injury, he can recover instantly if there is sufficient spiritual energy.

"It seems that we can only kill him directly."

Tang Ansheng looked at Huan Baichen and said, "I am just a newcomer in Qi training, what methods do I have?"

"..."

Huan Baichen had never seen such a shameless person. A newcomer in the Qi training stage?

Can practicing Qi defeat a Yuanying Zhenjun like him?

"No matter how well you practice the Qi-gathering Secret Technique, you will die here today."

Huan Baichen pointed at his own flag and said, "My Ten Thousand Souls Banner has been used to sacrifice the blood of 100,000 people. From the beginning to now, I have only sacrificed one Yuanying Zhenjun. Today you will be the second one."

For the sake of this Ten Thousand Souls Banner, Huan Baichen almost went insane and was only awake half of the time every day.

"Not bad." Tang Ansheng nodded. "How about yesterday?"

"What do you mean?"

"Huh? So it's the total." Tang Ansheng curled his lips, "This is considered magic cultivation, it's a bit embarrassing for me."

"Hu... Don't be angry. Don't argue with him." Huan Baichen took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Then he swung his right hand and cut off his left arm. Countless wronged souls rushed out from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and gnawed at his flesh and blood.

This is a flag sacrifice.

The innocent people who died in vain held such deep resentment against him that every time the flag was used, a part of his body was required as a sacrifice.

Tang Ansheng looked at this scene and sighed: "Alas, they are all a group of pitiful people who are trapped in the flag and cannot be freed."

"Don't worry, I will save your souls immediately and let you be free."

Huan Baichen sneered: "The cat cries over the rat, false compassion. You have so much blood in your veins, you have killed as many people as I have, why are you pretending to be so?"

"I am not killing people, I am saving people. Those who have committed heinous crimes have been saved by me and their sins have been washed away." Tang Ansheng said, "Their death is beneficial to the world and to the innocent people."

"What about my daughter? She was such a kind-hearted child, but she died at the hands of a demon like you!"

Tears welled up in Huan Baichen's eyes, "Devil, today I will use you as a sacrifice."

It was a very strange scene. Tang Ansheng stood in the void, looking down at everything with a calm face.

Huan Baichen, who was holding the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls and was entangled by countless wronged souls, had tears in his eyes as he accused him of his evil behavior.

In the eyes of an uninformed person, this would look like a righteous hero being attacked by the devil with the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Tang Ansheng did not answer him, but just looked somewhere in the city. Then he waved his hand, and the Xuanshui Flag suddenly broke through the air.

"You have not been able to transform, perhaps because you lack a sacrifice."

Two people stood in the void, a one-armed young man in white holding a black Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and a young man in a black Taoist robe holding a blood-red Mysterious Water Flag.

"I have a feeling that today, perhaps everything will come to an end." Tang Ansheng thought to himself as he looked at the silent Xuanshui flag in his hand.

When the Xuanshui Flag transforms, it will probably be the time when he leaves this world.

In an instant, Tang Ansheng exploded the first golden elixir in his body and at the same time pushed the Demon-Suppressing Array to its limit.

Chapter 47: The Birth of a Spiritual Treasure

Huan Baichen, who was missing an arm, stared at Tang Ansheng fiercely.

Logically speaking, Yuanying Zhenjun could recover instantly even if he lost some limbs, but his Ten Thousand Souls Banner absorbed all of that part's energy and spirit.

Even if he grew arms again in a short period of time, they would only be for show, without any spiritual power, which would affect his performance.

"Devil, today I will avenge my poor daughter who died."

Huan Baichen held the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his right hand, and then waved it violently, "Ten Thousand Souls!"

Countless black skeleton spirits flew out from the flags and headed towards the only living creature within a thousand-meter radius—Tang Ansheng.

"Swish."

Countless evil skeletons suddenly covered the surroundings, and these evil skeletons attacked indiscriminately.

Every time Huan Baichen was activated, he would sacrifice a part of his own body to the flag. This was not only because the skeleton spirits in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner had too much resentment towards him, but also because after the sacrifice, the opponent would temporarily regard him as a part of it and would not attack him.

"My Ten Thousand Souls Banner will melt if touched by anyone below the Nascent Soul stage. Even if you are a Nascent Soul True Lord, your cultivation will be reduced and your body will be corroded."

With this magic weapon, Huan Baichen killed a Yuanying.

"Haha, today not only you will die, but all the people under your command will die!"

Huan Baichen directly assigned the Wumian City under the jurisdiction of the Huashen Sect to Tang Ansheng. In his opinion, the person in front of him was definitely a Nascent Soul. What was wrong with occupying a broken city of the Huashen Sect?

"call……"

Countless vengeful skeletons rushed straight towards Tang Ansheng. The magnitude of their resentment was the first time Tang Ansheng had seen such a huge amount in several worlds.

"Blood!"

Tang Ansheng waved the Xuanshui flag, and the surging blood energy suddenly formed a blood-red dragon.

"Roar!"

The dragon roared and rushed directly into the black skeleton ghost. Just the contact made a crackling sound like water dropping into a frying pan.

All of a sudden, countless vengeful spirits were melted and dissolved, but the next moment, more vengeful spirits pounced up and devoured the bloody dragon.

With a "bang", Tang Ansheng took a step forward, crossed dozens of meters in the blink of an eye, and ran straight to Huan Baichen.

At this moment, the golden elixir in his body exploded, and the Demon-Suppressing Array was also pushed to the limit. The surging power rolled in his body, and every move he made was of absolute power, and he wanted to kill Huan Baichen with one move.

"Soul-Destroying Hand!"

It was just an ordinary move, but in Huan Baichen's eyes it looked like an overwhelming fishing net that could not be avoided at all.

The move was silent, and seemed as if it was going to land a palm on his head and blow his brain apart.

Even if it was a Yuanying Zhenjun, if his head was blown up and his upper Dantian was broken, he would be dead and could not die any more. The most he could do was to take over another body and be reborn.

"You want to kill me, dream!"

Huan Baichen waved his right hand, and countless vengeful spirits once again jumped out from his Ten Thousand Souls Banner and rushed towards Tang Ansheng's right hand like moths to a flame.

"Oh, go and be free." Tang Ansheng pressed down with his right hand, like a red-hot steel ball falling on the snow, passing through countless resentful spirits without any hindrance, and finally landed on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

"boom!"

Huan Baichen felt a huge force being transmitted to him through the flag. His right arm broke in an instant, then healed in an instant, then broke again and healed again.

"Bang!" At this moment, the huge sonic boom sounded and exploded a small cloud.

The sound resounded throughout the entire Faceless City. The civilians, who didn't know what was happening, stopped what they were doing and looked up.

"I can't...lose..."

Huan Baichen's eyes turned red, and all the spiritual power in his body was stimulated to the extreme in an instant. He actually pushed upwards and forced Tang Ansheng to retreat a step.

"Huh?" After the brief fight, Tang Ansheng realized that in terms of physical strength alone, Yuanying Zhenjun Huan Baichen was not as good as him. Such close combat was obviously his strong point, but he did not expect that he was the first to retreat.

"kill!"

Huan Baichen held the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand and drew it forward. In an instant, a bright light flashed.

This speed clearly exceeded the speed of sound, but there was no sound at all, not even a sonic boom, as if the laws of physics were invalid here.

Just as Tang Ansheng was forced to take a step back, he saw a ray of bright light sweeping across his neck, as if it was going to cut off his head in one stroke.

Huan Baichen has lived for thousands of years and has extremely rich combat experience. The opportunity he chose was the time when Tang Ansheng's old strength had just gone and his new strength had not yet been generated.

"Go to hell, I will chop off your head and extract your soul as the main spirit of my Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

"fry!"

Tang Ansheng uttered a word lightly, and another golden elixir in his body exploded. He actually moved back a step and narrowly avoided the attack.

"Impossible!" Huan Baichen glared, raised his hand and released several black flames filled with spiritual energy, and chased after him directly.

Tang Ansheng did not dodge or evade. He stretched out his left hand and the black flames were instantly extinguished.

If the sporadic flames had not fallen into the black vengeful spirit and the blood-red dragon that were still fighting nearby, creating sparks, Huan Baichen would have even thought that his move had no power.

"Body cultivator, you are a physical cultivator, a physical cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage!" Huan Baichen's heart instantly fell to the bottom.

Physical cultivators, especially those in the Nascent Soul stage, are known to be able to break all magic with one punch. Any magic moves aimed at the opponent will be destroyed by just one punch.

But Huan Baichen just couldn't understand why the method of physical cultivation had long since declined. The last physical cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage was thousands of years ago, and the highest level of martial arts today is only the sixth level of mortals.

But to him, the six realms of mortals are just bigger ants, and he could crush countless of them with one kick.

"Okay, okay, since magic moves are useless, I will use this Ten Thousand Souls Banner to cut off his head." Huan Baichen made up his mind.

As he was changing his mind, Tang Ansheng stood still and looked at him calmly, "Is that all you have?"

"I crushed your daughter's head."

"Ahhh, you deserve to die!"

When he heard the name of his daughter, Huan Baichen's already unstable mental state became even more unstable and boiling.

"Kill."

Huan Baichen held the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and swept it across recklessly. Every strike carried a terrifying force. Even with Tang Ansheng's mortal body, if he was really hit by it, he would probably be cut in half.

"call out!"

After dodging the attack again by leaning sideways, Tang Ansheng gradually came to understand.

"This Ten Thousand Souls Banner is definitely a top-grade magic weapon, and its hardness is far superior to my physical body."

"Although the swing exceeded the speed of sound, there was no sound. Why is that? Is it the blessing of the Nascent Soul Realm?"

This was very fatal. When the opponent was dancing, it seemed as if there was no air resistance and his speed was extremely fast. Tang Ansheng's body movement speed alone could not keep up with the slashing speed of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The reason why Tang Ansheng was able to dodge was entirely because his martial arts level was far superior to that of the opponent and he was able to predict it in advance.

That's right, sometimes he has to explode the golden elixir in his body to assist himself.

"If I use the Xuanshui Flag, I won't have to be so passive."

However, the Xuanshui Flag fell into silence. Tang Ansheng could only use it to assist the Demon Subduing Formation and summon a blood-red dragon. He was reluctant to use it to fight the enemy head-on.

"Wow!"

Huan Baichen made a vertical chop that brushed past Tang Ansheng's cheek and fell down. The terrifying force left a thousand-meter-long black line in the sky.

A strand of black hair fell from mid-air. It was the hair by Tang Ansheng's ear.

Huan Baichen stretched out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and the strand of black hair fell on the tip of his flag and was swallowed by the skeleton spirit in the blink of an eye.