Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

Just then, Chen Tian suddenly said, "How is it, Senior? Surely you believe me now, right?"

Hearing Chen Tian's words, Lü Jing couldn't help but feel depressed. He really couldn't understand how a celestial treasure that usually required hundreds of years of sacrificial refinement could be activated by Chen Tian in an instant.

"Could it be that this kid has something strange about him?"

After staring at Chen Tian intently again, Lü Jing suddenly had this thought.

His eyes flickered rapidly a few times, and Lü Jing finally sighed and nodded, "Alright, I'll believe you! You can indeed use the Sword Sealing Technique!"

Although he didn't want to admit it, Lü Jing still compromised in the face of the current reality.

Seeing Lü Jing like this, Chen Tian smiled in his heart and said calmly, "Senior, you should know that with just a thought from me, your primordial spirit will be pierced by ten thousand sword shadows in the next moment. Once your primordial spirit is destroyed, even if you have a physical body, it will be useless. At this point, are you still unwilling to agree to my condition and become my servant?"

Lü Jing never would have imagined that the reason Chen Tian could activate this Xuan Forbidden Immortal Sword in such a short time was simply because he had secretly used the power of immortals. As the former overlord of the world, no magic weapon could resist the power of immortals, so Chen Tian was able to barely drive the Xuan Forbidden Immortal Sword.

Of course, Chen Tian was only forcibly driving it with brute force at this time, and if he wanted to achieve the unity of mind and sword, he would still need to slowly refine it after returning.

However, for Chen Tian at this time, it was not difficult to use the Xuan Forbidden Immortal Sword to perform the Sword Sealing Technique, thereby obliterating Lü Jing's primordial spirit.

It was precisely because of this that Chen Tian had the courage to subdue Lü Jing.

"Heh heh, kid, I admit that if you want to, you can indeed kill my primordial spirit, but whether I will die or not is not certain." However, facing Chen Tian's renewed coercion, Lü Jing changed his previous surprised expression and sneered.

"Huh? Senior, what do you mean by that?" Chen Tian was a little confused and said, "Although your cultivation has reached the late stage of the凝海 (Ninghai) realm, if you lose your primordial spirit, you will still become a walking corpse. Are you really not afraid?"

Chen Tian didn't understand why Lü Jing could still laugh at this time.

As if he had noticed Chen Tian's doubts at this time, Lü Jing sneered again and said unhurriedly, "Alright, I didn't want to say it originally, but now it seems I have to. Kid, you just watch!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lü Jing's eyes suddenly became sinister, and after silently chanting a magic formula, suddenly, a gust of blood-red腥风 (xīng fēng, foul wind) roared out from his body!

This red腥风 (xīng fēng, foul wind) contained an extremely vast aura. As soon as it rushed out, it frightened Chen Tian and He Busi, causing them to retreat repeatedly, their faces full of horror.

The腥风 (xīng fēng, foul wind) filled the sky, and in a short while, it had rendered the surrounding sky completely blood-red. At this time, sounds like babies crying came rapidly from all directions.

These cries were extremely sharp, and when Chen Tian and He Busi heard them, they made their ears buzz.

"Yang, look quickly, what is that?"

Suddenly, He Busi seemed to have noticed something and hurriedly pointed to the sky above the two of them, horrified.

After hearing this, Chen Tian quickly looked up, but as soon as he took a look, his face was also full of surprise.

At this time, above the two of them, under the shroud of a blood-red腥风 (xīng fēng, foul wind), an infant who seemed to have just been born was slowly falling down.

The right half of this infant's skin was pink and soft, like a jade sculpture, but the left half of his skin was covered with white maggots, constantly gnawing at the flesh on his body. The dense mass made one's scalp tingle!

This scene was one of the most bizarre scenes Chen Tian had ever seen. Under the wriggling of those white maggots, the left half of the skin had completely rotted away, and the black flesh and solidified瘀血 (yū xuè, congealed blood) were so shocking.

And under the gnawing of countless maggots, the infant's crying became louder and louder, and when Chen Tian heard it in his ears, it made his heart suddenly clench!

"What is this?" After withdrawing his gaze from the infant, Chen Tian's expression was gloomy, and he asked Lü Jing again.

"Heh heh, kid, do you think that this old man's Corpse Puppet Soul Severing Art can only condense three clones?" Seeing Chen Tian's surprised expression, Lü Jing smiled triumphantly.

"Huh? Could it be..."

After hearing Lü Jing's words, Chen Tian seemed to have realized something and hurriedly looked up again, looking at the infant in the sky.

Although the left half of this infant's face was also covered with maggots, after careful identification, Chen Tian could still see that this infant's appearance was somewhat similar to the Lü Jing in front of him, just like when he was just born!

Thinking of this, Chen Tian's heart immediately set off a滔天巨浪 (tāo tiān jù làng, monstrous wave), pointing at the infant and asking Lü Jing, "Could this also be your clone?"

"Haha, kid, you finally understand!" The more surprised Chen Tian was, the more proud Lü Jing became, and he nodded without thinking, "You guessed right, this is the fourth clone that this old man has condensed!"

"That's impossible!" However, just as Lü Jing finished speaking, He Busi beside Chen Tian hurriedly interjected, "I have also studied this Corpse Puppet Soul Severing Art before. It is written on it that only three clones can be condensed by performing this technique. How could you possibly have a fourth clone?"

Indeed, although this Corpse Puppet Soul Severing Art was incredibly magical, it had certain limitations, that is, at most, one could only condense a total of总而言之 (zǒng ér yán zhī, in short)

In other words, the number of clones could not exceed three no matter what!

And Lü Jing's three clones had already been completely destroyed in the previous fierce battle. Logically speaking, his clones should have all died out, and it was impossible for there to be any new clones.

Could it be that this was really the fourth clone that Lü Jing condensed after breaking the limitations of the Corpse Puppet Soul Severing Art?