There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 148: The Red-Haired Monster and the Ghost Rakshasa

Da Guan Xian Zhou.

Within the twelfth immortal gate.

Luo Kong Mountain, Da Ye Ping.

Xia Ming, hiding behind a rock, was like a tightly stretched bow.

His gaze was fixed on a small figure in front of him.

This Zhao Xiu was specially invited by Xia Ming.

The challenge letter was written with a few big characters:

[Zhao, you dog, come and meet me at Luo Kong Mountain, Da Ye Ping, one day from now.]

[Come alone, don't make me look down on you!]

Although the content was simple,

The effect was outstanding.

Luo Kong Mountain was also a carefully chosen location by Xia Ming.

The rocks here were special, suppressing spiritual energy and souls to a greater extent.

In addition, Luo Kong Mountain was extremely remote, with few cultivators passing by.

It was truly a feng shui treasure trove for killing and robbing.

With such favorable conditions, and the Six Han Formation broken,

Xia Ming could be said to be fully prepared.

...

"You rat! You invited me here but dare not come out. Is all you can do just boast with words?"

Before Zhao Xiu finished speaking, a piercing sword sound came from behind him.

When Zhao Xiu turned his head, a mighty sword flow had already rushed towards him.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Xiu remained calm.

As the golden light flowed, Zhao Xiu's body was covered in golden light. He then let out a sinister laugh and charged straight into the Entering Spirit Sword's torrent.

The sword light was sharp, but it couldn't cut through the thin layer of golden light. Many of the spiritual swords were destroyed by Zhao Xiu's charge.

Boom--

Boom--Boom--

Without any hesitation, Xia Ming directly detonated the low-level spiritual swords. As the blades crossed, Zhao Xiu's speed slowed down slightly.

At this moment, twelve swift flying swords flew straight towards Zhao Xiu's vital points.

At this critical moment, a murderous intent flashed in Zhao Xiu's eyes, and then his chest directly lit up.

In the next moment, with Zhao Xiu at the center, a circle of golden shockwaves directly sent Xia Ming's twelve flying swords flying away.

Just as Zhao Xiu was about to chase after them, a streak of lightning shot directly towards his head.

The speed of the lightning was unbelievable.

Only a flash of golden light was seen, and Zhao Xiu's head suddenly shook.

Immediately after, a sound of breaking through the air was heard.

But unfortunately.

This strike did not pierce through Zhao Xiu's head.

Zhao Xiu, who withstood this strike, was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Although this thunderous strike did not take his life, it made his soul tremble violently.

Zhao Xiu felt his vision blur, the world spinning.

In a daze, Zhao Xiu saw a crimson Rakshasa rushing towards him.

Biting his tongue, Zhao Xiu shook his head abruptly, finally seeing the true face of this "Rakshasa."

This person was wearing a blood-red robe, with a fierce mask covering his face.

With angry eyes, jagged fangs, he truly looked like a man-eating Rakshasa.

In the midst of shock, Zhao Xiu, with his eyebrows furrowed, sensed that something was amiss.

That blood-colored robe, as well as the ferocious mask on that person's face, didn't seem like a protective Law Treasure, but rather like a floating mass of blood.

But how could blood have such a sinister aura!

What made Zhao Xiu even more uneasy was that his divine soul couldn't penetrate through that thin layer of blood.

He couldn't even see the true face of the person in front of him!

Just as Zhao Xiu was struggling, the two of them quickly closed in on each other.

Seeing the faint golden light surging on Zhao Xiu's body, Xia Ming's gaze sharpened, and he directly threw a punch.

In the vast and diverse land of Xianzhou, it was inevitable that there would be people who knew about magic treasures, so Xia Ming didn't use the "Duanque" technique.

Extreme Dao!

Sacrifice flesh and blood! Flesh and blood burst!

Plus the power of the Great Dao of swallowing!

As Xia Ming's fist approached, Zhao Xiu smirked and met it head-on.

What an ignorant fool, daring to clash head-on with a person of immortal bloodline, he was simply seeking death!

The golden and red colors collided directly.

Both sides were filled with confidence in their eyes.

One punch would determine the outcome!

Boom--

A surging wave of energy spread out, and both figures flew backwards.

Xia Ming's right arm was covered in blood, looking miserable, but the wounds were healing rapidly.

On the other hand, Zhao Xiu's golden light dimmed all over his body, and his right arm began to tremble slightly.

In this exchange, Xia Ming had the upper hand.

With a light swing of his arm, Xia Ming immediately attacked again.

Zhao Xiu's eyes narrowed, but his body took a half step back.

Having suffered from the physical collision, Zhao Xiu was unwilling to give Xia Ming another chance to get close.

But then, Zhao Xiu raised his hand, causing the earth to shake, and a series of rock dragons directly attacked Xia Ming.

While controlling the rock dragons, Zhao Xiu quickly distanced himself from Xia Ming.

Zhao Xiu knew where his advantage lay.

But Xia Ming's magnetic field perception had already been activated, how could he let Zhao Xiu have his way?

Biting down on the blood pill in his mouth, as thoughts surged in his mind, Xia Ming directly converted them all into killing intent.

Killing intent belonged to evil thoughts, and within the range of magnetic field perception, the killing intent surged and directly attacked Zhao Xiu's divine soul.

Soul snatching! It was a brain virus implantation!

As Zhao Xiu's divine soul trembled, Xia Ming punched through the rock dragon and then chased after him.

Seeing the blood-colored robe leaping towards him, Zhao Xiu also ignited his true fire.

Xia Ming's influence of killing intent, coupled with the fact that he was not a good person to begin with, finally erupted at this moment.

"You scoundrel! If you want to fight, then let's fight! When have I ever been afraid!"

Stabilizing his figure, Zhao Xiu directly activated the grand sun illusion within his body.

Then, to Xia Ming's astonished gaze, he saw a large sun illusion floating behind Zhao Xiu.

Immediately after, a sense of unease suddenly rose in Xia Ming's heart.

Before he could think too much, the grand sun of Zhao Xiu lit up, and a grand golden impact directly engulfed Xia Ming mercilessly.

"Die, you villain!"

In the golden torrent, Xia Ming could only fully activate his demonic body.

The blood-colored robe gradually dissipated, and Xia Ming started to panic.

Damn it!

This shockwave is simply outrageous!

Not only is it powerful, but it also lasts unusually long.

What's even more terrifying is that within the torrent, it has also cut off the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Running away is not an option, I can only resist.

"Brother! Save me!"

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

After three cries, Xia Ming was stunned.

This Han Liu must be asleep!

Helpless, Xia Ming could only activate his qi and blood, and forcefully activate the demonic body of the Outer Path.

Little by little, Xia Ming, facing the golden torrent, slowly approached Zhao Xiu.

Seeing Xia Ming going against the current in the torrent, Zhao Xiu's expression suddenly changed.

Damn it!

What is that!

In the torrent, Zhao Xiu saw a shadow of a large sun.

The edge of that large sun was actually black!

Before Zhao Xiu could react, Xia Ming had already arrived in front of him.

Extreme Dao! Open!

As Xia Ming's flesh and blood disintegrated, the golden light on Zhao Xiu's body became even more dazzling.

Then, Xia Ming directly threw a punch, and Zhao Xiu also met it head-on.

The golden light and the blood color intertwined directly, under the shroud of powerful killing intent, these two fought each other like wild beasts.

One punch after another, blood turned into mist, golden light disintegrated, both sides wanted to kill each other.

Zhao Xiu's protective golden light gradually dimmed, and Xia Ming's blood-colored robe was torn into strands of crimson threads.

At this moment, Xia Ming really seemed like a man-eating Rakshasa.

The Blood Wheel Heavenly Palace was madly activated, while his body was crumbling, it was also healing quickly.

In the end, Xia Ming emerged victorious.

After a long battle, Xia Ming first destroyed Zhao Xiu's right arm with a punch, and then another punch pierced through his chest.

But...

At this moment, Zhao Xiu seemed to be unaware of the pain, he just stared blankly at the shadow of the large sun behind Xia Ming.

"Hahaha! I didn't expect it was you!"

"So that's how it is... So that's how it is... So you are also Zhao..."

Ignoring Zhao Xiu's crazy words, Xia Ming tried hard to suppress the endless killing intent in his mind.

"Quick! Quickly hand over your cultivation technique, and I'll spare your life!"

Silently watching Xia Ming in front of him, Zhao Xiu suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! My cultivation technique? Shouldn't you know better than me?"

"We don't have any bullshit cultivation techniques, all we have to do is kill! Kill until the immortals are satisfied!"

"Zhao Xiu! Xiu Zhao! That's what we're called, Zhao Xiu! You idiot! We both cultivate the same character, Zhao!"

"And your path of cultivation... isn't it to kill me?"

Upon hearing Zhao Xiu's words, Xia Ming was instantly stunned.

What does that mean?

Before Xia Ming could react, Zhao Xiu's chest slowly lit up again.

"Come on! Come on! Let's die together!"

In a flash of golden light, Xia Ming directly punched and shattered Zhao Xiu's head.

"You bastard! You've been deceiving me all along! Dream on if you think we'll die together!"

Looking at his blood-stained fist, Xia Ming couldn't tell whose blood it was, Zhao Xiu's or his own.

All he knew was that his development of the third generation Blood Pill seemed to have failed.

Although there were more thoughts, the side effects were significant.

It had already started affecting the emotions of other cultivators.

Indeed, it was a Mad Pill!

Could it be that the fifty percent formula was not enough to deduce the third generation Blood Pill?

While Xia Ming was contemplating, the voice of Pò Liù Hán from afar rang out again.

"The wind is tight! Pull back!"

"Goo goo goo!"

That's right, this was the secret signal agreed upon by Xia Ming and Pò Liù Hán.

Three "goo" sounds indicated that the situation was urgent.

Cursing inwardly, Xia Ming reluctantly removed Zhao Xiu's dantian and immediately used his sword to escape.

Moments later, a sound of thunder and wind could be heard, and several black-robed cultivators appeared before Zhao Xiu's body.

The cultivators looked at the extremely bloody battlefield and furrowed their brows.

Where did this crazy Demonic Cultivator come from?

Severed limbs, disemboweled bodies, crushed skulls... This guy was simply a maniac!

Staring at the direction Xia Ming had gone, the leader of the men said coldly,

"Investigate! Investigate thoroughly! A great event is approaching, and such a calamity cannot remain within the Twelve Immortal Gates!"

Xia Ming really didn't expect that they would end up at the doorstep of the Eleventh Immortal Gate after running away.

What made Xia Ming even more speechless was that he didn't even know who was chasing them from behind.

Xia Ming didn't know, and Pò Liù Hán was even less aware.

When asked, he only had one response.

"Not sure, not sure."

Helpless, Xia Ming and Pò Liù Hán could only pay three large Guān coins and take refuge in the Eleventh Immortal Gate.

Xia Ming had left, but the Twelfth Gate was in an uproar.

Because of one person.

A man with great courage.

He actually smashed Zhao Xiu's head alive.

His methods were cruel, and the battle was bloody, it was unbearable to witness.

Moreover, the entire process of his attack was recorded by the Image Stone.

Some called him the Red-Haired Monster.

Because he had long, blood-colored hair hanging behind him.

Some called him the Ghost-Faced Rakshasa.

Because he wore a fierce Rakshasa mask.

But, on the surface, everyone referred to him as...

The Slayer of Zhao.

...

While the Twelfth Gate was intensely discussing the Red-Haired Monster, Xia Ming and Pò Liù Hán had already found a place to settle within the Eleventh Gate.

Reflecting on the previous lesson, Xia Ming felt that their team needed a scout, an outstanding scout.

After much consideration, Xia Ming slowly took out the jade token given by Huī Sān Shí Qī.

"It's decided. It's you."

"One-Eared!"

(End of this chapter)