Chapter 179: Refining the Heart in the Fallen Fairyland

As for Zhang Qianmo and Song Hesong.

One is in the late stage of foundation building, and the other is in the middle stage of golden elixir.

Although Zhang Qianmo's realm is lower, the skills he practices are much more sophisticated than Song Hesong.

And the magic weapon in his hand is far superior to the other party.

So the two of them fought evenly for a while.

As Li Fan was slowly gaining the upper hand.

The situation seemed to be developing in a direction that was favorable to the two people from Zixiao Sect.

"Brother Song, the situation seems a bit bad!"

One of the people who was besieging Li Fan shouted loudly.

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

Chu Liang also shouted.

Song Hesong's face was hesitant for a moment.

Then a trace of ferocity appeared.

He retreated violently, and the blood-colored long sword turned into a big bell, covering Zhang Qianmo.

There was a mad look in his eyes, and he slapped his hands towards Ningyuan City below.

In Ningyuan City, the exclamations and screams of mortals were heard immediately.

Li Fan saw countless bloody evil spirits that were almost substantial, rising into the sky and coming to Song Hesong's side.

In the bloody light, there were faces twisted in pain.

Song Hesong grabbed the blood and poured it into the bloody bell.

Countless faces wailed and rushed towards Zhang Qianmo.

Zhang Qianmo's face changed, and he tried to stop him with purple air protecting his body.

But it was useless.

Bloody faces rushed into Zhang Qianmo's mind, and he stood there in a daze, his expression changing constantly.

Sometimes in pain, sometimes with a weird smile.

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

Li Fan secretly thought it was not good.

But Chu Liang and the other two were desperately stepping up their offensive at this moment, dragging Li Fan and preventing him from escaping.

Song Hesong arrived in an instant.

One Jindan mid-stage, three foundation building late-stage.

Under the joint offensive, Li Fan only held on for a moment before he was seriously injured.

"It seems that the first exploration journey of this Fallen Fairyland is about to end here."

As the injury became more serious, his consciousness became blurred.

He seemed to hear hallucinations in his ears.

Unreal whispers, rustling. Sometimes rapid, sometimes slow.

Like wailing, like roaring.

But it was impossible to distinguish the specific content.

Soon after, Li Fan could no longer support and resist.

Song Hesong's bloody giant palm slapped Li Fan's head fiercely.

"Bang!"

Li Fan's head exploded like a watermelon.

His body was destroyed. According to common sense, Li Fan should have returned to the real world at this time.

But...

He fell into a strange state.

The remaining spiritual core was like a black hole, slowly swallowing Li Chen as a body.

There was no remaining memory of Li Chen.

Just a pure spiritual energy, which was gradually absorbed by Li Fan.

The ears became more and more noisy.

The whisper turned into an indescribable roar.

Anger, fear, sadness and other negative emotions surged like a tsunami in an instant.

They vowed to swallow Li Fan.

But Li Fan's mind was as still as a reef on the seashore.

Because what drove all this was Li Fan's hard practice since the moment he stepped into the immortal path.

Xuanhuang Refining Heart Mantra.

After entering the Meteorite Immortal Realm, the Refining Heart Mantra also lay dormant silently, and there was no special effect.

But just after the body Li Chen was killed.

It started to run madly and spontaneously.

Like a giant stone mill, it grinded the power of Li Chen of the Purple Sky Sect.

It turned into the most refined supply, nourishing Li Fan's mind.

Although Li Chen died, Li Fan's consciousness was slowly growing.

A brand new incarnation of Li Fan's consciousness.

It was brewing under Li Chen's headless body.

Li Fan was calm and there was no fluctuation in his heart.

Coldly watching the "plot" around him continue to develop.

Song Hesong put away the storage ring in Li Fan's hand, and then let the body fall from the sky.

Then he turned his head and looked at Zhang Qianmo who was trapped in the blood-colored bell.

"This person's will is so tenacious. Under the blood sacrifice of tens of thousands of people, he can still hold on for so long." Song Hesong sighed.

"Unfortunately, the more extraordinary you are, the more you will die today!"

Song Hesong slapped Ningyuan City below a few more times.

The blood light composed of countless faces rushed towards Zhang Qianmo again.

His face suddenly became more and more hideous and terrifying.

Several huge tumors bulged on his forehead, as if they had life, wandering and moving.

"Puff!"

A tumor exploded, and a big hole suddenly exploded in Zhang Qianmo's head.

Then it was like a chain reaction.

The tumors on Zhang Qianmo's head exploded one after another.

Half of his head disappeared.

At this time, the breath of Zhang Qianmo was like a candle in the wind, which could disappear at any time.

But he didn't know what kind of power in his body helped him to maintain his vitality.

Even though only half of his head was left, he was still alive.

"What's going on?" Chu Liang cried out.

"It seems that this kid has a big secret." Song Hesong's face was gloomy.

He looked at Zhang Qianmo and said viciously: "Even so, you are now a turtle in a jar. I don't believe you can still turn the world upside down!"

The blood-colored bell emitted red light and pierced Zhang Qianmo's body.

The red light was like a knife, crossing and flashing.

In an instant, Zhang Qianmo was cut into countless pieces of meat.

"It's like this, I don't believe you can still live!" Song Hesong snorted coldly.

Chu Liang and others also breathed a sigh of relief.

But before long, their faces gradually turned pale.

because……

They discovered that Zhang Qianmo's aura still hadn't disappeared!

"Damn it! What kind of evil magic is he practicing!"

Song Hesong finally showed a horrified look.

"Fire! Use fire!" At this time, Chu Liang shouted.

Song Hesong made a seal with his hands, and a red ball of fire appeared under the pile of minced meat.

Under the blazing heat, flesh and blood turned into fly ash.

But in this flame, there is always something present.

No matter how strong the flame is, it cannot be destroyed.

It was a purple golden elixir.

"Golden elixir? Isn't he in the foundation building stage? How could he generate a golden elixir in his body?" This scene was obviously beyond the understanding of Song Hesong and others, and their expressions changed.

In fear, Song Hesong used all his magic to attack the purple golden elixir.

But no matter what, nothing can shake this golden elixir.

Even if you want to put it into the storage ring, you can't do it.

Because the aura belonging to Zhang Qianmo is still hovering over it.

Even more and more vigorous.

"So, you sectarian cultivators have no orthodoxy and do not study the classics."

"Even if you learn any new methods, it's just an empty realm."

"How can you compare with me and other Xuanmen authentic sects?"

Zhang Qianmo's cold words came from the golden elixir.

The golden elixir suddenly shone brightly.

Force the fire back.

A body slowly took shape from the light.

The light converged and turned into clothes.

"I said, I will kill you today!"

Zhang Qianmo looked at Song Hesong and said coldly.

Song Hesong trembled all over.

He slapped downwards one after another, and amid the screams of countless mortals, streaks of blood formed into substantial ribbons and surged towards Zhang Qianmo.

Song Hesong himself, however, ignored the trembling Chu Liang and others and turned into blood and escaped.

Zhang Qianmo stepped out and turned into purple thunder and lightning, which struck first and came last.

Arriving before the bloody light.

Song Hesong didn't expect him to be so fast, so he didn't dodge quickly and collided head-on.

"boom!"

In the violent collision, Song Hesong seemed to have lost his ability to control himself.

Zhang Qianmo stretched out his right hand, grabbed Song Hesong's neck, and picked him up.

"Rebel, die!"

Zhang Qianmo pronounced the verdict.

A purple thunder fell from the sky.

He struck Zhang Qianmo hard.

He was unharmed in the lightning, but Song Hesong, who was holding him, let out a scream.

Then died.

Zhang Qianmo looked at Chu Liang and others who were fleeing in three directions in the distance.

Sneered.

Finger tap.

Three purple thunders fell in response.

The breath disappeared and three black spots fell from the sky.

Zhang Qianmo didn't care about them anymore.

"To be forced to this point..."

"New law..."

He looked thoughtful.

Then, as if he noticed something, he flew to the ground.

There was the body that originally belonged to junior brother Li Chen.

It has been melted like a candle.

Zhang Qianmo discovered that beneath the remaining layer of skin was another complete stranger.

Awakening.