Dao Companions Help Me Live Forever

Chapter 68: Victory Belongs to Voldemort

Facing the skeletal giant hand.

Lin Zhen's combat power had plummeted at this moment. The spiritual shield in front of him was as fragile as paper, completely powerless to resist. The skeletal hand pierced through his chest, causing a burst of blood to splatter.

"No, it's impossible. Under the tribulation, locking the soul, no cultivator can escape!" Lin Zhen looked at the remaining skeletal frame of Jiang Xuanwu, blood foaming from his mouth, unwilling to believe that he was still alive.

"Under the tribulation, there is no escape, of course. Jiang Xuanwu is dead, and the one who is alive now is Jiang Xing!" A middle-aged man wearing imperial robes and with a dignified appearance walked out from the palace.

As soon as his words fell, the skeletal giant hand closed and clenched, not giving Lin Zhen any time to react. His whole person turned into a pile of rotten flesh, with no chance of survival.

A third-grade escape symbol like this was a precious treasure, even in the hands of a Gold Core cultivator, and there couldn't be a second one.

The originally dignified man in imperial robes had just walked out of the hall when he was stimulated by the corpses all over the ground. His gaze flickered with a hint of struggle, and there was a touch of cowardice in his expression.

"What is going on? How did I end up here?"

"Ancestor! Ancestor, where are you?!"

"Idiot, shut up!"

The man's face changed, not expecting his suppressed soul to suddenly awaken. He scolded in a low voice.

"There are still tens of thousands of chaotic soldiers outside. Take off the imperial robes now and put on the clothes of the chaotic soldiers. Leave the palace first."

"Who are you? Why are you inside my body?"

"I am from the Jiang family, your ancestor. Now that a great change has occurred, I had no choice but to possess your body. Hurry up and leave the palace. I can already sense that someone is coming!"

The voice became more urgent.

Jiang Xuanwu inside the man's body was secretly annoyed.

He was not a reckless person, so naturally, he left himself a way out.

In order to completely avoid the tribulation's lock, he had long used secret techniques to leave behind a trace of extremely weak remnant soul in this body that he had refined for more than ten years.

Once he couldn't survive the tribulation, he would still have a chance to start over.

However, the remnant soul he left behind was too weak, not enough to immediately possess this body. It could only temporarily exist in the form of attachment.

Once he recovered some strength, he would be able to suppress the original soul and then be reborn using this body.

This kind of possession couldn't inherit his cultivation, he could only start from scratch. Originally, it was just his backup plan.

But with his experience of crossing the tribulation, coupled with this body that was connected to his bloodline and had been tempered by the tribulation to a quasi-third-grade golden body, Jiang Xuanwu was confident that he could return to the peak of Foundation Building before the deadline and continue on the path to Gold Core.

However, the man in imperial robes had been refined in the blood pool for more than ten years.

At this moment, his memories were still stuck in more than ten years ago, when he was the supreme ruler. How could he easily listen to a voice that suddenly appeared in his mind?

"What exactly happened? Where are my guards? What happened to my kingdom?"

"Damn it!"

Jiang Xuanwu saw that this guy was obstinate and unenlightened, so he had to stimulate the last bit of power from his remnant soul and once again forcibly control the man.

He was about to take off the imperial robes when he saw a white-haired young man quickly climbing over from a distance, like a monkey.

"Where is the president?"

With a sweep of his gaze, he saw Jiang Xuanwu standing on Lin Zhen's broken head, but he didn't recognize him at all.

When Lin Zhen served as the president of the Azure Dragon Society, he always wore a mask, making him mysterious to the point that no one knew his true identity even after his death.

"Are you the emperor?"

The white-haired man didn't see the president and turned his gaze to Jiang Xuanwu, his eyes full of contempt.

"Everyone is dead, and you're still alive?"

Jiang Xuanwu suppressed the urge to let the skeleton kill the white-haired man.

His remnant soul had little power left, and controlling the emperor was almost impossible. He could only use the bloodline instinct to control the skeleton to launch one last attack, which was his means of self-preservation and couldn't be wasted here.

"I am the ruler of the Yue Kingdom. Even if I lose, I should still be treated with the etiquette of a monarch."

Upon hearing this, the white-haired man kicked Jiang Xuanwu, causing him to fall heavily.

"You call yourself an emperor?"

"Damn it, I've wanted to deal with you for a long time!"

"For so many years, where did you hide? Do you know what the outside world has become? You haven't attended to state affairs for more than ten years, and you really have something special."

"I was living a peaceful life farming and fishing, but because you didn't take care of things, my fields were robbed and my wife ran away."

"Still want to make me respectful? Your mother's the one who should be!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The white-haired man stomped his foot, venting his anger.

Jiang Xuanwu was being trampled by an ordinary martial artist, and his lungs were about to explode.

But he kept telling himself to endure. He had only been a peripheral member of the Jiang family, and step by step, he had come to where he was today, all relying on the word "endurance".

However, he didn't know that because of his unyielding nature, a pair of eyes in the dark were becoming brighter and brighter.

...

Yu Xian thought he was just a salted fish waiting to be thrown away. Anyway, you guys can fight as you please, he'll just lie here and not move.

But when he saw Jiang Laozu and Lin Zhen die together, he suddenly realized.

If you persist until the end, you can have everything!

He, this Voldemort, seemed to have become the biggest winner behind the scenes.

As heaven and earth are my witness, he really was just here to watch the battle. The thought of taking advantage had long been thrown far away.

It's just that he can't avoid this advantage now, otherwise he won't be able to hide from the heavens feeding him.

Yu Xian had a thought.

A faint voice sounded in the white-haired man's ear.

"Kill the wicked demon lord, and you will be the hero in the hearts of the people! I will grant you the path to becoming an immortal."

The white-haired man paused, knowing that there was a cultivator secretly approaching.

But he spat and sneered disdainfully, "Don't try to deceive me. There must be something strange about this little emperor. Otherwise, why don't you kill him?"

"I'll do it!"

Another bold martial artist arrived after the white-haired man.

The previous two Foundation Building battles had caused countless casualties, and the peak Foundation Building crossing of the Heavenly Tribulation had caused too much commotion, scaring away the chaotic troops long ago.

In addition, without the guidance of the leader, many people were filled with fear and had already left with the treasures they had looted.

Only a few bold people remained.

Even though it was only a small portion, the base number was too large, and there were still many people left.

Especially these martial artists from the Qinglong Society.

They were even more reckless, not caring about right or wrong. Among them were those who sought the path of cultivation. Now that someone was offering to exchange for the path of cultivation, they were willing to try even if there was danger.

Yu Xian simultaneously transmitted his thoughts to more than a dozen martial artists, and naturally, some people agreed.

A flash of knife light, and a martial artist slashed down a blade qi in mid-air, aiming directly at Jiang Xuanwu.

The white-haired man didn't make a move himself, but he didn't stop the others either.

Anger flashed in Jiang Xuanwu's eyes, and bloodshot veins appeared behind him. He swung his fist forward, and the martial artist holding the knife exploded in mid-air like a watermelon.

"As the ruler of the world, I have the protection of the cultivation world behind me. If you want to attack me, your entire clan will suffer. Otherwise, why don't the people behind you make a move?"

"If you can turn back now, I can promise you that whether it's wealth, power, or the path of cultivation, I can bestow them upon you."

"Really?"

Many people were tempted.

"Be careful!"

Jiang Xuanwu heard the warning, but his mortal body couldn't react in time. He saw a green light emerge from the ground, directly splitting him in half.

"Ah!!!"

Jiang Xuanwu's remnant soul was forced out of his physical body, and his gaze stared directly at the hidden old Yinbi beneath the ruins.

"Come out!"

"Come out!"

His remnant soul wanted to enter his own skeleton and regain control of his power, but he saw a flash of electricity on the skeleton. It was the residual power of the Heavenly Tribulation. Jiang Xuanwu's last trace of remnant soul was annihilated in mid-air.

Others didn't understand, but they felt a tremendous pressure in the air.

The martial artists in the field had severe headaches, and even their movements became difficult. When they came to their senses, the three bodies on the ground had all disappeared.

From beginning to end, no one saw who made the move.

Afterwards, cultivators from the Jiang and Lin families arrived from the cultivation world. They captured these invading martial artists and used various secret methods to extract confessions, but not a single person could provide any clues. They could only speculate that the person who made the move was a Foundation Building cultivator.

Over time, this incident became an unsolved case.

(End of this chapter)