Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 2236: Chapter 820: Slaughter Like Butchery, Pristine Fists

Too many lower order demon beasts dare not face the battles of Nascent Soul level, forced to escape to the border areas.

They want to run!

Yet, due to the constraints of the Dutian Twelve Gods and Demons Formation, they’re trapped in the Domineering Domain.

At this moment, in front of Luo Chen, they are like lambs to the slaughter.

The Yuan Tu Sword rises and falls, mana is sprayed and swallowed.

Luo Chen can feel that the Sword Spirit, sealed in the third floor, is now radiating a lively consciousness.

Luo Chen looks at the blood cloud beneath his feet, revealing a thoughtful expression.

Compared to the forcibly refined Chi Xiao Sword Qi, it seems the blood cloud that follows after slaughter is what the Yuan Tu Sword Spirit likes most?

Why is it like this?

“This sword, when first born, was named the Godslayer Sword because it was rumored to have slain a Divine Transformation Great Power.”

“And that Divine Transformation Great Power, if there’s no accident, should be the Blood Sea Elder Ancestor of the Yuan Mo Sect.”

“So, has the Yuan Tu Sword Spirit also inherited the habits of the Blood Sea Elder Ancestor?”

While Luo Chen was pondering, a hurried shout reached his ears.

“Friend Luo, be careful!”

Luo Chen suddenly raised his head, in his vision appeared a giant fist, penetrating the light curtain of the big formation, breaking through from beyond the domain, crashing towards him.

Without any hesitation, he also punched out.

Boom!

The void trembled, and the blood cloud collapsed.

Luo Chen stood in the air, letting the blood cloud beneath his feet gather again.

His eyes looked at the slowly retracting giant fist, meeting the angry eyes of its owner.

A Fourth Order Demon Emperor with magic and body dual cultivation?

It was a bald man, at this moment staring fiercely at the still relentless rhythm of the sword light, angrily shouting: “Come out!”

Luo Chen tugged at his mouth corner, not responding to him at all.

Instead, he looked at another hurriedly late figure.

“Is this what you call helping with interception?”

True Master Shenhuo smiled sheepishly, “Sorry, this demon found a loophole, it won’t happen again.”

“Hmph!”

Luo Chen snorted coldly and turned to leave.

The blood cloud stretched across the sky, shadows shrouding the earth.

The slaughter continued.

War flames still burned hot.

Terrifying screams rose earth-shakingly.

That symbolized yet another Fourth Order Demon Emperor completely falling.

At one point, Luo Chen watched True Master Jin Ling disperse a Demon Emperor’s physical body, the opponent’s Nascent Soul kept teleporting, ultimately being blocked by the Dutian Twelve Gods and Demons Formation.

A golden feather pierced through the Nascent Soul, skewering it like candy fruit.

Looking at the Nascent Soul in a juvenile beast form, True Master Jin Ling sneered in front of Luo Chen: “Not of our Human Clan, yet trying to learn that transformation and spirit refining technique, ultimately ending in a neither fish nor fowl outcome.”

Then Jin Ling flicked, and the Nascent Soul suddenly shattered.

True Master Jin Ling took a deep look at Luo Chen before drifting away, pursuing another Demon Emperor who previously besieged him.

Luo Chen’s expression remained unchanged, indifferent to this provocative action.

Standing atop the blood cloud, he continued his slaughter work.

Just unlike the previous large-scale slaughter, during the battle wielding the Yuan Tu Sword, he became increasingly proficient with the techniques of the “Thousand Clouds and Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Scripture.”

Sword light differentiated, sword qi transformed into dragons.

Thousands of sword silk, even the Big Sword Technique, merged the sword and tunneled…

These techniques, previously seen as immensely profound, became increasingly adept in combat.

Master Li of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, who had long resolved his opponent, unbeknownst to Luo Chen, was following behind him, watching his exploration with eyes full of complexity.

Everyone else saw it as an extremely dangerous surprise attack battle.

But for Luo Chen, it seemed to become a trial to refine himself.

“To take life-and-death combat as a refining sharpening stone, such a mindset, indeed aligns with my sword cultivator path.”

“No wonder he agreed to speak with me in detail about the Jade Emperor Clear Pupil Liquid matter!”

“This medicine surely has great use for him too!”

Luo Chen didn’t mind Master Li’s peeping.

The actions at this moment were also quite different from his usual style.

He rarely regards a life-or-death battle as a means to hone himself, usually striving with all effort.

The reason for such action now, it’s merely because the overall situation is set!

When the Dutian Twelve Gods and Demons Formation descended, when six Middle Stage Nascent Soul combat powers, even formidable figures like Jiuling Yuanjun comparable to Great Cultivators, entered the Domineering Domain, the outcome was already determined.

Buzz…

A terrifying cicada cry suddenly spread across thousands of miles.

Luo Chen looked up and saw a giant golden-armored figure shattering.

Then, Elder Fu’s beaten silhouette emerged from within.

Though in distress, he ultimately survived.

And that Six-winged Golden Cicada, after Luo Chen broke two cicada wings, was no longer a match for Elder Fu.

Swish!

The Daoist holding an iron ruler flew near Luo Chen and Master Li.

It was Tie Guan Daoist.

“My side is settled.”

Master Li praised, “Friend Tie Guan, such skillful hands. To have killed a strong opponent of the same realm amidst so many demon beasts’ siege.”

Tie Guan Daoist remained unmoved, his expression calm, “Flattering me. My simple means can’t compare to that of the Alchemy Sect’s instant enemy annihilation, or Daoist Jin Ling’s feat of fighting two foes at once. Even with Master Li personally defeating one of the two Mid-Fourth Order Demon Emperors present, I cannot match that.”

Master Li chuckled freely, stroking his flowing beard with a little bit of pride.

Yet, as his eyes glanced over the Nascent Soul True Masters scattered around, a hint of dread involuntarily arose in his heart.

In peaceful times past, none showed their strength, superiority measured purely by realm.

Because of the sword cultivators’ reputation for lethal efficiency, they had long been famed as the strongest combat capability among their peers.

But when it truly came to life-and-death struggles, every one of them, without exception, revealed a myriad of techniques; none were weaker than these sword cultivators.

Especially that Jiuling Yuanjun!

It used to be said he had power but lacked skill.

Yet now, displaying the means to trap the Thunder Prison Divine Roc and battle day and night, who dares say he lacks skill?

The Five Great Nascent Souls stood each in their own spot, looking down at a battlefield that had unknowingly reached deep into the earth veins.

The nine-colored light river still flowed continuously.

The thunder light was surging yet growing weaker.

“This demon will be defeated!” Master Li observed for a while, arriving at a conclusion.

The others also nodded in tacit agreement.

Rumor had it this Thunder Prison Divine Roc once battled intensely against the Supreme Elder of the Five Elements Divine Sect, True Master Shenyuan, and survived, supposed to possess great cultivator capability.

But now it seems it was overestimated.

Luo Chen’s eyes flickered, murmuring inwardly.

A century has passed, and the Thunder Prison Divine Roc’s realm hasn’t seen much advancement!

Is it that the demon clan cultivates slowly, or did the severe injuries from that fight a hundred years ago hinder its progress, forcing recuperation all this time?

If Jiuling Yuanjun truly slays it, it would be a good thing.

No matter how foolish the demon is, it should still remember me.

If it were to bring news of me back to Cangwu Mountain, it would no doubt bring unnecessary trouble.

“Regardless of whether Jiuling Yuanjun can kill it, as long as it lives, I must strike again to break it to pieces!”

While Luo Chen murmured, the battle deep within the earth was nearing its end.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The earth’s crust vibrated, the ground cracked.

Countless magma spurted out and then flowed back in.

The originally weakened thunder light suddenly blazed brightly.

Boom!

With a loud explosion, the nine-colored light river was instantly torn apart.

A stream of light shot out from within.

Upon closer inspection, no longer is it the majestic Thunder Eagle, just a flashing light sphere.

It was the Nascent Soul of the Thunder Prison Divine Roc!

“Don’t let this villain escape!”

Luo Chen shouted without thinking.

The others, too, reacted swiftly to attack.

In the night sky, Sword Light, Iron Ruler, Jin Ling, Talismans, from all directions struck at that Nascent Soul.

Luo Chen’s attack was among them, the Yuan Tu Sword transformed into a blood beam, flying through the air.

At this critical moment, the light curtain of the big formation covering the Domineering Domain dissolved instantly.

In the void, ripples appeared.

A white fist slowly stretched out from the ripple in the void.

The fist opened, grasping the Nascent Soul light sphere of the Thunder Prison Divine Roc, heedless of the incoming attacks.

Boom!

With a booming explosion, all attacks bloomed like fireworks.

Beautiful, yet not threatening.

As soon as Luo Chen saw that white fist, his pupils contracted, but he did not stop.

The Blood Sword spun crazily, its tip piercing the fist.

Ding!

The Blood Sword, as if struck heavily, was bounced back.

From the ground came a dull roar; Jiuling Yuanjun, god-like, with nine colorful bands of light around him, soared upwards.

Yet as quickly as he appeared, he fell back just as fast.

Almost no one could catch how the owner of that white fist moved; the next moment, they saw Jiuling Yuanjun crash to the ground, his shoulder limp.

The ripples in the void slowly dissipated.

The six cultivators who had achieved great battle success were now looking at each other.

The restlessly tumultuous Domineering Domain remained chaotic, but here, it was terrifyingly quiet.

Luo Chen, gripping the Blood Sword, couldn’t stop the tremble of his right hand.

In the corner of his eyes, he spotted on the sword tip, a hint of red dot.