Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

"Why don't we retreat? I still have a fifth-level teleportation talisman in my hand." Zhang Xuan thought to himself.

However, if he retreated, not only would the cultivators of the three treasure domains here die, but the cultivators of the Chaoxi Sea Domain could use this place as a base to march straight in, and the Fairy Cat Valley would be in danger!

But Zhang Xuan knew that the result of holding on like this would be death.

For a moment, Zhang Xuan was in a dilemma.

At this time, even the Taoist Master Ti Hun had recovered.

If two half-step gods could barely cope with this, Zhang Xuan would have no chance of dealing with another half-step god.

"Zhi——"

The ape beast transformed by the Taoist Master Ti Hun let out a long cry.

Zhang Xuan felt that his head was about to split in the middle, and he felt dizzy.

Big stars hit him, and pieces of flesh and blood were thrown out of his body, and even the white bones inside could be seen.

The purple Yaksha, which had returned to normal human size, punched into Zhang Xuan's chest and grabbed a sternum out.

Blood was pouring down.

"I will tear your bones one by one." Zi Yasha said fiercely.

Zi Yasha punched again and broke Zhang Xuan's other sternum.

Zhang Xuan's eyes were blurred, and blood flowed down his cheeks, but he knew that he could not fall down.

He took a deep breath, forced to suppress the pain, and the true energy in his body rushed like a mad dragon, trying to reconnect the broken sternum.

Hunjianglong showed a cruel smile on his face. He looked at Zhang Xuan's painful expression and felt happy.

He condensed the star abyss, and the big stars hit Zhang Xuan's heart one by one.

"Go to hell!" Hunjianglong roared, and the big stars whistled.

At this critical moment, a familiar figure appeared.

In Zhang Xuan's blurred vision, a sword, simple and gloomy, slashed directly at the three half-step gods.

"Old oil head..." Zhang Xuan smiled bitterly.

The old oily man saw Zhang Xuan was so badly injured, his eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot.

"I will make you pay a hundred times, a thousand times."

But the three half-step gods didn't take the old man who only had the Jindan cultivation in front of them seriously.

Zi Yaksha raised his hand lightly, intending to kill the old man with a wave of his hand.

"Swoosh--"

The sword swept across like a gust of wind.

It didn't cause any waves.

But in the surprised eyes of several people, Zi Yaksha's arm was cut off at the root.

"How could this happen?"

"Zi Yaksha is a half-step god of physical strength!"

"This old man, it's not good..."

The sword intent did not decrease, and it slashed towards the other two gods.

The weeping soul Taoist was about to let out a long cry.

But, it was too late.

The sword was already in front of him.

"Puff!"

The head of the weeping soul Taoist was chopped off.

A Yuanying little man who looked like the weeping soul Taoist fled in panic.

At this time, Hunjianglong didn't understand that he had met a tough opponent this time.

"Run away!"

Hunjianglong used Xingyuan to protect himself and ran away quickly.

But Xingyuan was still cut into two pieces by the sword of Laoyoutou.

"Swoosh--"

Hunjianglong was hit hard on the back by the sword.

The sword went into the bone marrow.

Hunjianglong's momentum suddenly dropped.

In less than a breath, Laoyoutou repelled three half-step incarnation gods.

Only the decapitated corpse of the Tihun Taoist was left on the spot.

The howling wind blew away the gray hair of Laoyoutou.

In the midst of the chaotic power, the frail body of the old oily head stood firmly there, his eyes looking at the direction where the half-step god-transforming escaped, and he sighed: "It's a pity that they still escaped."

Zhang Xuan limped to the back of the old oily head and said: "I didn't expect your sword intent to become more and more sophisticated!"

"Don't be sarcastic, the people have escaped, and the ten clan elders said so, but I am embarrassed."

"That's half-step god-transforming."

"Half-step god-transforming? What about god-transforming?"

"We are all family, don't force it, you must feel bad for cutting off this sword, right?"

"But I'm still alive." The old oily head said with a smile.

"Are you so low in your requirements for your situation?"

"For a cultivator, isn't it enough to be alive?"

Zhang Xuan looked at the old oily head and found that he had changed.

Maybe this is the real old oily head.

On the battlefield, the cultivators of the Chaoxi Sea Area had already fled.

Everyone began to clean up the battlefield.

"Um... do you still want this half-step god body?"

"What's the use of this unlucky thing?" The old oily head shook his head.

"Since you don't want it, I will convert it into contribution points for our Worry-Free City."

"Okay, you decide."

Zhang Xuan dragged the injured body again and collected the spoils from the half-step god.

A storage ring, which is the most valuable, Zhang Xuan took it directly in his hand.

"We'll count it after we go back."

Zhang Xuan took another look at the decapitated corpse.

"This is the half-step god body, let the ancient corpse puppet devour it. After the ancient corpse puppet devours the half-step god body, it may be able to advance to the peak of the fourth level."

Zhang Xuan immediately called the ancient corpse puppet over.

The ancient corpse puppet smelled the blood of the half-step god and pounced on it.

It began to refine and absorb the flesh and blood of the half-step god.

The scene was bloody, and Zhang Xuan couldn't bear to look at it any more.

"Hey, what is that?" Zhang Xuan was shocked.

He accidentally glanced at it and saw a faint aura in the body of the Taoist Crying Soul.

He waved his hand and absorbed the aura into his hand.

"This... is this half a wisp of Hongmeng purple qi?!" Zhang Xuan's eyes widened.

He had seen this Hongmeng purple qi once in the Chaoxi Sea.

That was the half a wisp of Hongmeng purple qi he got when Mo Yuan was promoted to the God of Transformation.

He also had half a wisp of Hongmeng purple qi in his hand now.

The ancient corpse puppet saw that the owner had taken its things.

Out of the instinct to protect food, it even howled at Zhang Xuan twice.

Seeing that Zhang Xuan had no intention of returning it, the ancient corpse puppet had to give up and devoured the corpse of the half-step God of Transformation in a few seconds and began to refine it.

"This Taoist Crying Soul has the strongest magical power among the three half-step God of Transformation. He probably relied on this half a wisp of Hongmeng purple qi to advance to the half-step God of Transformation. I didn't expect it to be a bargain for me."

At this time, Zhang Xuan was ecstatic.

Although there is only half a wisp of this Hongmeng purple qi.

However, for cultivators, this is a good thing that they would fight for.

You should know that if you refine this half wisp of Hongmeng purple qi, if you are lucky, you can directly advance to the God of Transformation like Mo Yuan.

Even if you are unlucky and fail to advance to the God of Transformation, refining this half wisp of Hongmeng purple qi can also advance to the Half-Step God of Transformation like the Taoist Crying Soul, and it is also the top existence among the Half-Step God of Transformation.

At this moment, a Shenzhou rushed over from a distance.

"They are coming." Old Oilhead said.

"Who?"

"Of course, they are the tribesmen of Wuyou City. They heard that you are in danger here, and they all came to support. In order to save time, I slashed this sword tens of thousands of miles away. The Shenzhou did not come, and I arrived first with the sword. Fortunately, I arrived in time."

Zhang Xuan was shocked again.

Unexpectedly, the sword that made the three gods flee was slashed by Old Oilhead tens of thousands of miles away.

"What kind of monster is this?" Zhang Xuan looked at Old Oilhead and fell into deep thought.