Chapter 179: Fallen Immortal Realm, Venerable Heart Refinement Mantra

Chapter 179: Fallen Immortal Realm, Venerable Heart Refinement Mantra

As for Zhang Qianmo and Song Hesong on the other side, one was in the late Foundation Establishment stage, and the other was in the mid Golden Core stage.

Although Zhang Qianmo's cultivation level was lower, the techniques he cultivated were more exquisite than Song Hesong's by no small measure.

Moreover, the spiritual weapon in his hand was far superior to his opponent's.

So, for a while, the two of them were evenly matched.

Meanwhile, Li Fan was gradually gaining the upper hand.

The situation seemed to be developing in favor of the two from the Purple Heaven Sect.

"Brother Song, the situation seemed a bit unfavorable!"

One of the attackers against Li Fan shouted loudly.

"Fellow Daoist Song, don't hesitate, quickly activate the grand formation!"

Chu Liang also called out.

A moment of hesitation flashed across Song Hesong's face.

It was followed by a grimace.

He retreated rapidly, and his blood-red longsword transformed into a large bell, enveloping Zhang Qianmo within.

A crazed expression filled his eyes as he slammed both hands towards the direction of Ningyuan City below.

In Ningyuan City, there were cries and screams of mortals.

Li Fan observed as blood-colored malevolent spiritual energy soared into the air, gathering beside Song Hesong.

Within the bloody light were human faces twisted in agony.

Song Hesong seized this blood-colored mass and poured it into the blood-red bell.

Countless human faces wailed as they rushed toward Zhang Qianmo.

Zhang Qianmo's expression changed, and purple energy shielded him as he attempted to resist.

But it was in vain.

One after another, blood-colored faces rushed into Zhang Qianmo's mind, leaving him stunned.

The expression on Zhang Qianmo's face changed constantly, sometimes in pain, sometimes revealing a bizarre smile.

Seeing that Zhang Qianmo was temporarily trapped, Song Hesong looked towards Li Fan.

Li Fan sensed trouble.

However, Chu Liang and the others were currently intensifying their attacks, preventing Li Fan from escaping.

Song Hesong arrived in an instant.

One in the mid Golden Core stage and three in the late Foundation Establishment stage.

Under the joint attack, Li Fan withstood only for a moment before sustaining heavy injuries.

"It seems that this first exploration of the Fallen Immortal Realm is going to end here."

As his injuries worsened and consciousness blurred, Li Fan heard what seemed like hallucinations.

Illusory whispers, soft and rustling. Sometimes urgent, sometimes soothing.

Seemingly wailing, resembling roars of anger.

However, the specific content could not be distinguished.

Before long, Li Fan could no longer resist.

Song Hesong's blood-colored giant palm ruthlessly slammed onto Li Fan's head.

"Bang!"

Li Fan's head exploded like a watermelon.

By all logic, with his body destroyed, Li Fan should have returned to the real world.

But...

He entered a strange state.

The remaining spiritual consciousness, like a black hole, slowly devoured the body of Li Chen, who was a shell.

There were no remnants of Li Chen's memories.

Just pure spiritual energy, gradually absorbed by Li Fan.

But within this flame, something persisted.

No matter how vigorous the flame, it couldn't destroy it.

It was a purple-colored Golden Core.

"Golden Core? Wasn't he in the Foundation Establishment stage? How could a Golden Core be formed inside his body?" This scene clearly exceeded the understanding of Song Hesong and others, and their faces all changed color.

In fear, Song Hesong used all his techniques to attack the purple Golden Core.

However, no matter what, they couldn't shake the Golden Core even a bit.

Trying to put it into the storage ring was also impossible.

Because the aura belonging to Zhang Qianmo still lingered above it.

Moreover, it was growing stronger and more vigorous.

"You miscellaneous cultivators, without orthodox teachings, not studying the classics."

"Even if you learn a new method, it's nothing more than having a high cultivation level."

"How can you be compared to us orthodox sects?"

Zhang Qianmo's cold words emanated from the Golden Core.

The Golden Core immediately radiated brightly, forcing the flames to retreat.

A body slowly took shape from the radiance.

As the radiance converged, it transformed into clothing.

"I said that I will kill you today!"

Zhang Qianmo looked at Song Hesong and spoke in a cold tone.

Song Hesong trembled all over.

He continuously struck downward, and amid the miserable cries of countless mortals, strands of blood-colored light materialized and surged toward Zhang Qianmo.

As for Song Hesong himself, he didn't care about Chu Liang and the others trembling in fear; he turned into blood-colored light and fled far away.

Zhang Qianmo took a step, turning into purple lightning, arriving before the blood-colored light.

Song Hesong couldn't believe how fast Zhang Qianmo was. Unable to dodge in time, he collided head-on.

"Boom!"

Amidst the intense collision, Song Hesong seemed to lose control of his own body.

Zhang Qianmo reached out with his right hand, gripping Song Hesong's neck and lifting him up.

"Traitor, die!"

Zhang Qianmo pronounced the verdict.

A purple lightning bolt descended from the sky.

It fiercely struck Zhang Qianmo, who remained unharmed in the lightning, but Song Hesong, caught in his grip, let out a miserable scream.

He then died.

Zhang Qianmo looked towards Chu Liang and others, who had fled in different directions.

He sneered.

Pointing his finger lightly.

Three purple lightning bolts descended.

Their auras vanished, and three black dots fell from the sky.

Zhang Qianmo didn't bother with them anymore.

"To be forced to this extent..."

"A new method..."

He showed a contemplative expression.

Then, as if sensing something, he flew down to the ground.

There, the corpse that originally belonged to his junior brother Li Chen seemed to have melted like a candle.

Zhang Qianmo discovered that beneath the remaining layer of skin was another completely unfamiliar person.

It was awakening.