Life is a series of challenges, a constant overcoming of inner fears and uncertainties.
In the challenge, one either reaches sublimation or faces death.
Bang, bang, bang!
The two collided once more, fists clashing against each other, power versus power.
Repeated collision, punch after punch, simple and direct, like mortal martial artists clashing together.
At their realm, the mont of confrontation becos more plain and straightforward.
But it is precisely because of its simplicity that the killing intent surges.
Every punch aims at the enemy’s vital spots, each punch is a concentration of essence, Qi, and spirit, each punch is one that shakes the spirit. Any hesitation, fear, or doubt during the confrontation could lead to eternal damnation.
This kind of confrontation consus not only magical power, spiritual power, and Qi and blood, but also the spirit and will.
In less than ten breaths, they had already exchanged hundreds of moves.
A palm strikes down like a humanoid weapon, and Shi Yan shouts, "Die!"
This strike seems to aim to destroy everything.
Lu Xuanji braces with both hands, taking this move head-on.
His arms go numb, unable to bear it, spitting out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
The Thirty-Three Heavens Supre Treasure also appeared damaged amid the clash, many arrays shattering, runes collapsing, seemingly on the brink of collapse.
Too powerful!
This Shi Yan’s cultivation is too strong. Whether it’s power, speed, explosiveness, reaction, agility, or anything else, all are terrifyingly powerful, with an invincible montum sweeping all. Even though he relied on the power of a magical treasure and used various ans, it still wasn’t enough.
Boom, boom, boom!
Shi Yan’s steps flickered, blasting out three successive punches.
The Qi force vibrated, emitting a tearing howl.
Lu Xuanji bled from his nose and mouth, falling on the spot.
"Finally killed him!"
Shi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but the next mont he noticed sothing was amiss, seeing the corpse on the ground vanish.
He saw Lu Xuanji appear at the doorway, flashing a few tis and disappearing inside.
"Courting death!"
Shi Yan roared angrily, pursuing him.
But he could no longer find a trace of Lu Xuanji; this Creation Daoist seed cunning, using so opportunity to escape perfectly, shedding his shell to avoid various crises. Such danger perception, such a brilliant escape speed, was truly astonishing.
Amazed.
There was no ti to marvel; Shi Yan entered the cave mansion, searching for the Purple Mansion Order.
The Purple Mansion Order is the key.
As for the rest, they are just minor matters.
...
His figure flickering, once inside the cave mansion, he reached a certain location.
Lu Xuanji could bear it no longer, imdiately spitting blood as he opened his mouth, his breath weakening.
Running the cultivation technique, his injuries began to heal instantly.
Recalling that battle, his mind fluctuated, his cultivation refined, and his spiritual will enhanced.
Initially, his cultivation improved rapidly, leading to a relative decline in combat power, but after experiencing that battle, it beca stable.
Pressing down the restlessness in his heart, Lu Xuanji continued to advance deeper into the palace, proceeding through the corridors, cautiously observing the surroundings, sensing the changes in arrays, carefully guarding against various dangers, and avoiding unknown risks. Walking step by step, he reached a room and swung a punch.
But only a slight sound remained on the wall, not even a fist seal left.
In front of the large door, carefully observing, analyzing, with runes flashing on it, changing.
Lu Xuanji stroked his chin, beginning to speculate.
Beginning to combine the runes, the runes changed.
At a certain mont, the door creaked open, slowly opening.
Lu Xuanji’s steps flickered as he stepped inside.
"So many Immortal Crystals?"
Lu Xuanji looked ahead, slightly surprised.
At that mont, in front, there was a great mountain, over a hundred ters high, but it was a mountain made entirely of Immortal Crystals, forming such a massive peak.
Immortal Crystals, condensed from Immortal Qi, greatly benefit cultivators in cultivation. Just a fist-sized piece of Immortal Crystal could incite a battle among Harmonization Cultivators, and such a mountain of Immortal Crystals would make many Tribulation Crossing Cultivators green with envy, triggering life-and-death battles.
Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Lu Xuanji activated a secret technique, collecting all these Immortal Crystals.
With these Immortal Crystals in hand, resources for future cultivation would never be lacking, at least not before ascension.
Furthermore, he could leave so for the clan as a family inheritance.
Just as he finished collecting the items in the room and was about to change locations, footsteps were heard from outside.
Three cultivators appeared at the door, looking at Lu Xuanji and said, "Fellow Daoist, what did you just obtain."
"I just got here, and this place is empty."
Lu Xuanji lied without batting an eye.
"Kid, do you think we’re fools?" A cultivator sneered, calling the others to block the way.
"Yes, I do think you’re fools!"
Lu Xuanji said indifferently.
Now limited in cultivation, he couldn’t defeat Shi Yan, but couldn’t he beat you?
"Kill him!"
The three exchanged a glance, waved, and attacked.
As they say, n die for wealth, birds for food.
Or rather, the three were confident in their cultivation.
Lu Xuanji was not polite, directly activating the Nine-Colored Divine Saber, slashing with the long saber. The long saber flickered, sword light flashed, and in the horrified gazes of the three in front, he directly cut one cultivator into two, falling to the ground, his body damaged, lying there,
The other two’s faces changed dramatically, clearly not expecting this scene.
They imdiately stopped, fleeing towards the door in haste.
"Can you escape?"
Lu Xuanji snorted coldly, wielding the Nine-Colored Divine Saber, slashing continuously, obliterating everything.
Ahhh!
The two fell to the ground, screaming in misery.
Vitality dissipated, eyes filled with regret and unwillingness.
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.
The inequality among all things is made equal only in death.
The death of mortals and Tribulation Crossing Cultivators is no different; both harbor fear and unwillingness.
Lu Xuanji watched this scene, proceeding to the task of searching the corpses, scavenging so treasures before beginning to leave.
At this mont, many cultivators had entered the secret realm, various palaces, and many places bustling with figures, extrely chaotic, clashing in bloody battles and dying. It seed that so had already obtained so good magical treasures and elixirs, quickly attracting the attention of others.
Then, it becos a matter of killing and seizing treasures.
Continuous fighting among them, various killing moves, endless battles, so calling friends, joining in, fighting over it eagerly.
Fortunately, the secret realm was vast, the palaces were grand, passages crisscrossed, and Lu Xuanji had not encountered other cultivators yet.
Following his senses, he proceeded towards a certain direction.
After reaching the palace, it seed like supre laws shielded everything, even the phone malfunctioned, and Baidu Map couldn’t display normal visuals; many places beca blurry.
In such an environnt, one could only follow their instincts.
One can deceive oneself with anything, eyes can deceive, ears can deceive, but only feeling does not deceive. If one’s instincts deceive them, then they are destined to face a calamity.
Walking on, a sword light flickered, a cultivator appeared.
He wielded a long saber slashing forward, Lu Xuanji counterattacked without hesitation.
After an intense thirty-move battle, he slew him.
After scavenging so treasures, he continued forward, gradually reaching an altar.
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