Two-Life Present Buddha

Almost at the very instant the scalp plunged into the spring eye, in less than one ten-thousandth of a moment, a bolt of Lunar Divine Lightning shot from Liu Feng's brow.

With all three paths perfected, his divine soul was now incomparably powerful. Before truly breaking through, it had already approached the initial stage of the Two-Body Immortal realm. Even the slightest changes around him lay within the senses of his divine consciousness.

For any other cultivator below the Two-Body Immortal realm, let alone escaping his inner heaven and earth, at such close range, they would be dead or crippled upon meeting him. Only an old monster like Luo Shenghun possessed the means to flee and still reach the spring eye.

With a muffled bang, a piece of scalp flew out from the spring eye, rolling up yin qi to block the attack.

Purple-gold radiance flowed around Liu Feng's body, while the light of the six-colored relics shining through from within him gradually intensified. His aura became ever more vast and majestic.

His eyes opened slightly. The scalp floating on the water's surface was only thirty percent of its original size. Clearly, Luo Shenghun had left it behind to delay him.

Flesh and blood stretched out beneath the scalp, forming a long-faced man. It was the battered Dao slave shell Liu Feng had once thrown to Luo Shenghun.

Old Ghost Luo had put away this shell and nurtured it for a mere few centuries, yet it had improved considerably, entering the initial stage of the One-Body Immortal realm. Coupled with the portion of divine soul Luo Shenghun had split off, even ordinary One-Body Immortals would likely be no match for it.

But for the current Liu Feng, killing it would not be difficult.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, would it not be