460: Undercurrents, Nine

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Yuan Cheng opened his eyes wide, which had just turned completely silvery-white, when Zhang Rongfang snapped his neck with one hand. He then collapsed to the ground and quickly turned into black ash.

"This is what I wanted to tell you," Zhang Rongfang said with a smile, opening his arms wide.

"The right path."

".!!?" Zhou Yan was dumbfounded, his heart pounding, and he was completely unaware that his arm was rapidly recovering.

In that instant, Yuan Cheng!

Who is this guy?! Who is he?!

"The Daoist Sect of today have long since gone astray." Zhang Rongfang walked forward step by step.

"We cultivators should seize the creations of heaven and earth, and refine the infinite potential of all living beings. The Three Flowers Gather on Crown, the Five Energies Merge to Origin!!"

He slowly turned to the side, revealing the Blooming Blood Lotus pattern behind him.

"Now I have cultivated the First Essence Blood Flower! I have truly embarked on the path of high cultivation in the Daoist Sect!"

"No God Worshipping!"

"The Not Limit Realm!"

"Only cultivate oneself! Comprehend the changes of the heavens and the infinity of all things!!"

Zhang Rongfang's expression was solemn, like that of a devout Qi Refiner in ancient times, solemnly pursuing the Dao Path.

Zhou Yan watched him approach.

He could tell that Zhang Rongfang really hadn't Worship God! And he really wasn't at the Extreme Realm! He wasn't even at the Facing Solution; he was just in a state similar to the Final Form, yet he completely overwhelmed everyone else.

Can a person truly reach this level? No God Worshipping? To achieve such a height? Then why did he Worship God in the first place?

Why entrust your life and death to Gods and Buddhas? Why?

If only he had met this person sooner! "You've touched my Dao heart! You deserve to die!!"

Zhou Yan suddenly realized what was happening.

As he was in the Final Form, his eyes suddenly cleared.

With his feet planted firmly on the ground, his muscles compressed, twisted, and twitched like springs.

'Secret Assassination! Void Step Through the Sky, Shadow Annihilation!!!'

In an instant, without a sound, his figure vanished from the spot.

In that instant, Zhou Yan suddenly appeared in mid-air behind Zhang Rongfang.

His figures were scattered in a fan shape, and the fingertips of each figure were tinged with silver, pointing downwards.

At the same time, a total of eighteen figures, indistinguishable from real ones, fell down from various different angles.

Every finger shadow was real! Zhang Rongfang took a deep breath, pulled his arms back, and hugged them.

'The Twelve Immortal Arts!'

'Yin Rainbow!!'

In an instant, he spread his arms wide, blood dripping from his skin, and his hands swung like a vortex, forming a huge, dark red vortex in front of him.

That was a real vortex formed by the mixture of blood droplets and airflow!!

Hiss hiss hiss hiss!

The finger shadows crashed into the blood-red vortex, emitting a piercing shriek.

Zhang Rongfang's body trembled continuously, but he remained motionless, his legs sinking deeper and deeper into the ground.

One-tenth of a breath later.

Zhou Yan's last finger fell.

The two were thrown backwards and separated at the same time.

Zhou Yan landed from the air, staggered back more than ten steps, and raised his hand in shock.

His hands, at this moment, were covered with countless wrinkles and pits, just like those of an old man.

"Sorcery!!" he shouted angrily.

Zhang Rongfang stood firm, and his Essence, Qi, and Spirit seemed to have improved even more.

Although he has several more bloody holes in his chest, judging by the speed of his healing, he will be back to normal in just a few seconds.

"This is the Immortal Method! You demons, who feed on human lives, how could you possibly understand the true essence of our Immortal Path?"

He remained expressionless, showing no concern whatsoever.

By this point, he had fully understood his limits.

As Great Grandmaster of the Snow Rainbow Pavilion, Zhou Yan was about the same as him in terms of Enemy Anticipation, while Cong Shan was even inferior to him in this aspect.

In terms of physical strength, he and Zhou Yan are almost the same.

The only difference is their recovery ability and martial arts techniques.

"I see." Zhou Yan stared at him, as if he suddenly understood something.

"Is the Immortal Path to immortality your heart as a grandmaster?"

"If that's the case, then I'll destroy your Dao heart!!"

His legs were spread apart in a T-shape.

"I'll show you what true worship of Worship God is!!"

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

His pupils rapidly changed from black to silver-white.

Whoosh! An invisible stream of air emanated from him, spreading outwards in all directions and dispersing the surrounding mist.

Soon, the fog dissipated, and the surrounding environment was revealed again.

They were standing on a hilly highland.

Behind the two was a large, rotten, foul-smelling black swamp.

Further away, the sounds of intense, thunderous clashes could be faintly heard.

But at this moment, Zhang Rongfang had no time to pay attention to the rest of the commotion.

He stared intently at Zhou Yan.

He sensed a peculiar threat emanating from the other person.

That was similar to the feeling he had when he first saw the Blood God and the Wish Woman.

Call.

A ring of air slowly dispersed around Zhou Yan.

His eyes had now turned completely silver. He stood there, looking down at Zhang Rongfang.

"Kill!!!"

With a snap, he took a step forward.

A blurry Silver Shadow rose up from behind it.

It was the countless streams of heat emanating from his body that converged and wove together to form the Daoist Silhouette several meters high.

From a distance, the Daoist Silhouette was hollow, and one could vaguely make out that he was wearing a Daoist robe and Daoist Crown, with Ruyi scepter in his left hand and Golden Whip in his right.

Boom! The airflow exploded, and Zhou Yan charged towards Zhang Rongfang again.

This time, his speed and strength were not much better than before.

But a strange sense of unease made Zhang Rongfang's heart race even before it got close.

He tried to gaze intently at the other person, slowly, as Zhou Yan drew closer.

Everything around slowed down.

This is a special condition that Zhang Rongfang discovered during the last special training session with Di Jiang.

He discovered that as long as he entered this state, he could slow down everything around him.

He was directly in front of him at that moment.

Zhou Yan, who was approaching at lightning speed, was like a cannonball, his body half-suspended and parallel to the ground, moving closer to this side.

He swung his right fist, and the Daoist phantom behind him also swung his right fist.

An invisible stream of air enveloped his actual right fist, as if they were one, and struck towards Zhang Rongfang.

"I," Zhang Rongfang, felt my muscles bulging, preparing to use the Twelve Immortal Arts to fight back.

But a sudden, sharp pain blurred his vision.

He can't see clearly! And that's not all.

A strange sense of panic came from behind him, as if something dangerous and deadly was approaching.

Swish! He swung his fist backward with force.

But the shot missed. There was nothing behind him.

In that brief moment of delay, Zhou Yan had already moved closer again.

The white mist mixed with the heavy punch looked like a pale shockwave when viewed from above.

Flying, impacting, hitting!

Boom!!! As expected, the punch landed perfectly on Zhang Rongfang's chest and heart.

His eyes widened, and he couldn't even tell where the attack was coming from.

Bang!

Zhang Rongfang's chest collapsed, his bones were broken, and a slight bulge appeared on his back from the impact.

"See that?" Zhou Yan raised his silvery-white eyes, staring intently at the other person. "Who do you think you are!? Restraint? No one can ever be a match for us. That was true then, and it's true now."

He seemed like a different person at this moment; his humanity seemed to combine with something else to form another Zhou Yan.

*Pfft! Zhang Rongfang suddenly opened his mouth, and blood gushed from the corner of his lips.

Suddenly, a faint, peculiar sound rang out from between the two.

The sound grew louder and louder, from soft to loud, "!!?" Suddenly, Zhou Yan realized something was wrong and looked down.

He was horrified to discover that the skin on the part of his arm that was pressed against the other person's body was rapidly Azure Elder, losing its luster and moisture.

Instead, Zhang Rongfang's injuries were healing and recovering at an alarming rate.

"Die!!" Zhou Yan's knee slammed into Zhang Rongfang's abdomen.

However, his incredibly strong and terrifying physical toughness prevented him from breaking a person; he could only cause muscle damage and rupture.

Puff.

Zhang Rongfang spread his arms wide and hugged him tightly.

He was laughing, even though he was spitting blood, his lips were still smiling! And he was getting happier and happier! Thump thump thump!! Zhou Yan sensed something was wrong and frantically tried to break free. He kicked out repeatedly with lightning speed, hitting Zhang Rongfang's body.

If it were any other Worship God Great Grandmaster, their bodies would probably be smashed to pieces by now.

But for Zhang Rongfang at this moment, after the Blood Lotus had been activated, it meant that he had just broken a bone.

His current physical strength is already far superior to that of the Worship God.

Blood kept gushing from his mouth, but his arms were like iron clamps, holding Zhou Yan tightly.

You can't kill me.

He said in a low voice.

"I have already condensed the Three Flowers. In the future, the Five Energies Merge to Origin!"

"I am the true Immortal Path!!"

Puff puff puff puff! In an instant, countless Silver Thread pierced through his body, like silver streams, stabbing into the ground from behind and penetrating to an unknown depth.

While spitting out blood, Zhang Rongfang laughed loudly, dodging a punch aimed at his face.

He lunged forward and bit Zhou Yan's cheek hard.

A huge amount of blood gushed into his mouth.

The body's injuries healed and recovered at an accelerated pace.

Zhang Rongfang sucked frantically, feeling the destruction and regeneration of his body.

Pain is nothing to me.

Getting injured doesn't matter.

He just wants to win!

Time passed little by little, and finally, I don't know how much time had passed.

He felt his body getting better and his injuries getting fewer.

Zhou Yan's struggles in his arms grew weaker and weaker.

That eerie state seemed to exist only after the Divine Descent, and he was completely unable to predict the opponent's approach or attack.

Enemy Anticipation is tantamount to complete failure.

In addition, there is some kind of mental and conscious interference, as well as perceptual influence.

Ultimately, this rendered him completely unable to cope with the attack.

But it's okay, it's okay. Clatter

Zhang Rongfang released Zhou Yan, who had become a dried-up corpse, rolled to the side, covered in blood, and looked up at the sky.

"I can form the Three Flowers Outer Dao, it can't kill me!!"

"You can't kill me!!"

"Unkillable!!"

"Hahahahahahahaha!!!" He suddenly burst into laughter.

His whole body convulsed, as if he were having a nervous breakdown, and he burst into laughter at the sky.

At this moment, lying on the ground beside the desiccated corpse, he felt an An Ning he had never known before.

Smack

A familiar boot slowly came into his view from behind.

Di Jiang held a wine jar in his hand, his expression gentle, and remained silent.

He tilted his head back and took a sip of wine, listening quietly to his laughter, and to the distant sound of the wind like weeping.

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