Chapter 545 De Zi Is Like This

Xu Han was very sure that this change was caused by the blood essence that had already been injected into his body. However, he couldn't be sure whether this was an illusion or something that was actually happening.

In fact, regardless of whether everything in front of him was an illusion or a real thing, Xu Han was unable to do anything. He tried to shout at the crowd, but the crowd ignored him, and his voice could not reach their ears.

On the contrary, the blood essence within his body seemed to have some sort of profound connection with its true owner, Xing Tian Sword. It began to continuously strengthen and spread, attempting to infect Xu Han's body.

At the very least, Xu Han was certain that this was true and what was happening. If Xu Han allowed that blood essence to continue like this, he would probably be completely devoured by the power that Xing Tian Sword had left in his body in less than two hours.

He didn't care whether the scene in front of him was real or not. He began to use the power in his body to try to stop the riot of blood essence. However, the Heavenly Hunt Realm sword intent was like an ant shaking a tree under the might of the blood essence. It simply couldn't stop the blood essence from advancing. It only touched it slightly and instantly collapsed.

Feeling this situation, Xu Han's expression darkened. He suddenly came to an understanding. Perhaps what happened before him was a real thing, or else it could not be explained as the blood essence that had been hibernating for a long time would riot at this moment. However, such enlightenment did not help Xu Han's current situation at all. He frowned and thought hard about how to solve the predicament in front of him.

His sword intent was unable to contend against this blood essence. Once he used the demonic power in his right arm, regardless of whether he could stop this blood essence, it would definitely bring him even greater harm. This method of tearing down the walls and repairing the walls was obviously not the right way to solve this matter. Then the only thing he could rely on now was the starlight left behind by the watcher!

When he thought of this, Xu Han did not hesitate at all.

He knew very well that this was his only choice.

The starlight seemed to have intelligence. With a thought, it suddenly surged out of Xu Han's internal organs and turned into a resplendent light in Xu Han's chest.

Xu Han's eyebrows sank as he shouted softly, "Go!"

As soon as this sound faded, the starlight suddenly surged towards the place where Xu Han's blood essence was wanton.

Boom!

A loud explosion exploded in Xu Han's body at that time. Xu Han's body shook and his head went blank.

His face turned pale again, and even a wisp of blood oozed out from the corner of his mouth.

The power of the starlight was truly boundless, capable of restraining this blood essence to a large extent. However, his body had already become the battlefield of these two powerful forces. Although the starlight had restrained this blood essence, the aftermath of the collision between the two was constantly destroying Xu Han's internal organs.

When Xu Han thought of this, a bitter smile appeared on his face.

Could it be that the heavens are going to kill me?

He thought to himself, but he began to think of a way to break the situation.

Just as this thought arose, Xu Han's expression became strange. He remembered the "Great Dragon Elephant Seal" he had just read.

Wasn't the power of starlight and the blood essence that Xing Tian Sword had injected into his body the two powers of fire and water mentioned in the Great Dragon Elephant Seal?

Thinking of this, Xu Han did not hesitate at all. He began to activate his' Great Dragon Elephant Seal 'according to the method he had previously recorded. At the same time, he formed seals with both of his hands, constantly changing. He poured the power generated by the collision of the starlight power and the blood elemental power into his body to temper it.

It had to be said that the techniques used by the Great Dragon Elephant Seal and the hand seals used in conjunction with it were indeed extremely compatible with the cultivation of the fleshly body, His attainments in this aspect far exceeded those of the Asura Technique by countless levels. With the activation of this technique, the power generated by the collision of starlight and blood essence began to pour into Xu Han's body. At that time, he could clearly feel that his physical body cultivation was increasing at a rapid rate.

"It's you!!!" However, just as Xu Han was enjoying the pleasure of the transformation of his physical body, an exclamation came from his ear.

Xu Han was stunned. He looked up and discovered that the person who exclaimed was actually the white-clothed immortal in the illusion stimulated by the blood essence.

…

Sikong Bai 's body started to tremble, and he started to involuntarily tremble.

He stared at the figure holding the Heavenly Punishment Sword, his eyes wide open. At this moment, it was as if he had seen the most unbelievable scene in the world.

"Didn't you… die…"

Sikong Bai asked. The trembling voice in his tone revealed the turbulence in his heart at this moment. He didn't have the bearing of a Great Zhou State Master, nor did he lose the bearing of an immortal.

A figure dressed in red gently lifted the Heavenly Punishment Sword in his hand. He smiled slightly and calmly looked at the white-robed immortal. "Of course I'm dead, can't Martial Uncle tell?" He said.

Hearing this, Sikong Bai was stunned again. He seemed to have thought of something. His gaze narrowed as he looked at the figure. At that time, he said in a deep voice, "Spirit Soul?"

"I am stupid. I will never reach the Immortal Realm for the rest of my life. Fortunately, I have cultivated my True Spirit into a Sword Spirit and placed it in Yueming's body. That is why I am destined to meet Martial Uncle today." Zhong Changhen said with a smile, but the sword intent around him surged out and wrapped around his body.

Whether it was Buddhism, Taoism, or Confucianism, there was a saying that everything had a spirit.

People have their spirits, and swords have their spirits.

When a sword cultivator's understanding of the Dao of the Sword reached a level that was difficult for ordinary people to reach, he could cultivate a Sword Spirit and completely fuse his Dao with the Dao of the Sword, thus producing a Sword Spirit that could be integrated into a sword. This could be said to be the greatest achievement of a sword cultivator outside the Immortal Ascension Realm. Of course, many Immortal Realm powerhouses were far from being able to accomplish this.

"Do you think you can kill me with just a single sword spirit?" Sikong Bai's expression became incomparably gloomy. He stared at Zhong Changhen and said in a deep voice, "Back then, you were no match for me even if you went all out. Now, there is only one spirit soul left. What can you do? I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time."

After Sikong Bai finished speaking, his white robes started to stir up. Black sword intent and his body surged. Nine ferocious black flood dragons once again poked their heads out from behind him and looked at Zhong Changhen with open teeth and claws.

Humph!

With a cold snort from Sikong Bai 's mouth, the nine black flood dragons responded and roared towards Zhong Changhen.

How powerful was the black flood dragon summoned by the power of an immortal? As they whistled away, the strong winds and black gas that swept up could be said to cover the sky and cover the sun. Just the aftershocks caused the bodies of the surrounding soldiers to shake. Many of the weaker cultivators' faces turned pale and fell to the ground.

However, Zhong Changhen, who was at the center of the nine-headed flood dragon's attack, did not show any change in expression. With a swing of his sword, a dazzling bloody light surged from the Xingtian Sword's blade. Wherever he passed, the blood-colored sword shadow lingered around him, forming a sword shadow barrier around him.

The seemingly menacing black flood dragon shattered before the sword shadow barrier like a crushed leather. The blood-colored sword shadows directly shattered it into pieces, making it impossible for it to enter Zhong Changhen's body by half an inch.

However, Zhong Changhen, who had obtained such a result, did not stop. He went straight forward and stabbed the sword in his hand straight at the white-clothed immortal's face.

Seeing that Zhong Changhen was able to decipher his attack so easily, Sikong Bai's expression naturally became extremely ugly.

He finally understood what Song Yueming, or Zhong Changhen, was relying on.

He had driven the origin power of the Heavenly Punishment Sword. Although he could not understand how the Sword Spirit that Zhong Changhen had yet to reach the Immortal Realm did this, the truth was clearly placed in front of him.

However, he was an Immortal Sovereign after all. Naturally, he would not only have this ability. At that time, his expression turned cold. He suddenly stretched out one hand, causing the space where his palm touched to distort irregularly. His palm extended into the distorted space.

Then he suddenly pulled a pitch-black sword out of the distorted space.

The sword in his hand trembled, and the black gas and flood dragon that filled the sky began to surge towards the black sword like a royal edict. They transformed into sword intent that wrapped around the black sword.

Clang!

Then, he raised his sword and faced the Heaven Punishing Sword in Zhong Changhen's hand.

The two collided and a loud golden roar came from beneath the dragon platform. Then, the bloody light and black qi collided with each other in the area where the two swords met, stirring up strong winds. However, no one was able to defeat them completely for a time.

…

Seeing this scene, Ning Zhumang's expression changed, and the joy of seeing his old friend again for a long time passed in his heart.

He could clearly see that in this confrontation, Zhong Changhen's spirit body was becoming blurry at a speed visible to the naked eye. The price he paid for activating the Heavenly Punishment Sword was his spirit soul itself!

However, Ning Zhumang was still unable to make a move because he knew that he only had one chance. He could not fail. He could only watch as his long-lost friend slowly walked towards death again. This feeling was not pleasant. His heart felt like it was being torn apart, but it was also this intense pain that made him even more determined.

Compared to Ning Zhumang, who was filled with surprise and sorrow, Song Yueming's expression was much more indifferent.

He had already done everything he had promised, but could he really defeat Sikong?

He stared at the red figure that was constantly being devoured by the black sword intent, and his expression became gloomy.

…

Rain Night.

A rainy night that rained heavily.

It moistened Zhong Ju Peak as well as the clothes and bun of the youth.

"Martial Uncle!" His face was drenched in rain, and his eyes were wide with fear. He took a few steps back, as if a ghost was standing in front of him.

"This is the only way!" The red-clothed old man, who was also soaked all over, took a step forward. He grabbed the youth's shoulder with both of his hands. He used up all of his strength, so much so that the pain coming from the shoulder almost made the youth faint.

"There must be another way! I can, I can definitely kill Zhu Longqi, so Elder Sikong can't do anything …" The youth shook his head, his tone filled with disappointing tears.

"You can't do it." The red-clothed old man's tone was incomparably calm, so calm that no one could deny what he said. They all knew that this was the truth. "Sikong Bai is far more powerful than you think. There is an indescribable power in his body. He has entered the Devil Dao like my master!"

"Kill me and my sword spirit will remain in your body. You must survive, gain his trust, and then obtain the Heavenly Punishment Sword. Only by relying on this ancient vicious creature can we defeat him!"

"But" The youth still hesitated. If possible, he would rather die than do such a thing.

"No buts! You are a disciple of Linglong Pavilion, you have to shoulder this responsibility!" The old man said loudly, his tone carrying an irrefutable solemnity. It was not a request, but an order.

The soaked youth's body began to tremble. He looked at the red-clothed old man and felt the determination in the old man's eyes. His gaze gradually softened under this determination, and finally, it turned into something similar to that of the old man.

He stood up and fell silent for a few more breaths, when the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard from the courtyard.

He knew that time was running out, so he bowed deeply to the old man and said, "Disciple, accept my orders."

Thus, on that day, it was no longer only Zhong Changhen, who was known as the Great Evolution Sword Immortal, that died.

And that stubborn teenager…

…

Song Yueming stood up and looked at the red figure.

He did not hesitate too much. His purple robe stirred up at that time. His body suddenly moved forward to the red figure. He extended his hand and also held the hilt of the Heavenly Punishment Sword.

A terrifying power surged out from the Heavenly Punishment Sword. Blood-red poisonous snakes formed from the hilt of the sword and circled around Song Yueming's arm.

At that time, Song Yueming's True Essence of the Great Evolution Realm was devoured by the poisonous snake like a whale. The bloody light emitted from the Heavenly Punishment Sword became even more violent because of Song Yueming's addition, and it actually suppressed the black gas that filled the sky in Sikong Bai.

"Yueming!" Zhong Changhen turned to look at the youth beside him, his eyes filled with shock and worry.

The name of the Heavenly Punishment Sword was not false. It was a sharp weapon, but it was also a vicious weapon that devoured its master. When it activated this sword to injure the enemy, it would also devour the cultivation and vitality of the person who activated it.

Zhong Changhen was a dead man. Unless he could enter such a majestic place as the Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum, it was only a matter of time before he dissipated.

Zhong Changhen thought that it was worth it to do something with such a broken body for the shattered Linglong Pavilion. However, Song Yueming was different. He had a great life and a great future. It was not a wise move to sacrifice his life for a sect that was close to death in name. Furthermore, he had already done enough and was also good enough.

"Martial Uncle" Facing Zhong Changhen's astonishment, Song Yueming, who wore a purple robe, spoke in an extremely calm tone. He did not even turn his head to look at Zhong Changhen. "Do you know what my greatest regret is?" He said in a tone that was close to greeting.

"Huh?" Zhong Changhen obviously did not expect to get such a question from Song Yueming, so he couldn't help but be stunned.

But at that time, Song Yueming turned to look at Zhong Changhen. Suddenly, a smile appeared on the youth's face. The smile was incomparably brilliant, like the stars. "That rainy night didn't have time to stand side by side with Martial Uncle's headmasters."

"The Linglong Pavilion is the sect that Martial Uncle is in charge of, and it is also Song's sect."

"I can do whatever you can. I have no less determination than you."

After saying that, Song Yueming's aura surged. He poured all the vitality and true essence in his body into the Heaven Punishing Sword. As a result, the bloody light grew even more vigorous, completely suppressing the black gas that Sikong Bai had triggered.

Hearing this, Zhong Changhen was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses.

"Alright!" He suddenly smiled happily, "Let's risk our lives for the Linglong Pavilion today!"

After he finished speaking, the sword intent in his body also surged out at that time, and the blood light became a little hotter. However, his body gradually became blurry at that time, as if it had already reached the edge of dissipation. However, the smile on his face did not fade away, instead, it became even more intense.

If De Zi was like this, then what kind of inheritance was broken?

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