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Of course, the reason Yan Xiaobao is so familiar with what’s happening is because he has returned to the "Spirit Stream Sect," and having suffered great disasters, he often finds himself in such situations. By now, he is very familiar with the feeling of being chased; in fact, he instinctively reacts to it.
Even as he fled, with the continued use of the "Immortal Eternal Life" technique, a rumbling sound surrounded him. The Blood Qi on the key made ten mad ghosts appear, and they quickly fused together.
As they rged and beca distinct, his aura grew ever stronger. After enough ti for half of an incense stick to burn had passed, he suddenly stopped in place, as a powerful rumble echoed from within him.
At that mont, the ten mad ghosts... fully fused together!
As the ghosts rged into one, a strong howling sound could be heard.
"This is ten ghosts, forming a Heavenly Demon Body!" he murmured, a strange light glimring in his eyes, unleashing shocking, earth-shattering energy from within him! The Immortal Heavenly King physique is divided into five different body types and four levels. The body types include Mammoth Body, Fierce Ghost Body, Heavenly Demon Body, Asura Body, and finally the Heavenly King Body!
In terms of levels, ten mammoths beco a mad ghost, ten mad ghosts beco a Heavenly Demon, ten demons beco an Asura, and ten Asuras beco a Heavenly King!
Few in the cultivation world can fully cultivate the Immortal Heavenly King. The resources required are incredible, hence most sects eternally dream of it.
If Yan Xiaobao had stayed with the "Spirit Stream Sect," it might not have been impossible for him to cultivate to the level of "Heavenly Demon Corpse," but at the least, it would have taken him 60 years with a lot of luck and fortune.
But... due to what happened in the "Blood Flow Sect," the ti was greatly reduced. Moreover, due to the seven-colored keys, he is now at the peak of the second layer of Undying Heavenly King!
At that level, ten mad ghosts rged together to form... a demonic body!
RUUUUUUUUUUMUM!
Every breath Yan Xiaobao took seed to fill the entire world with intense rumbling. Behind him appeared a pure white Heavenly Demon, its head thrown back in a roar. Ripples spread out, potentially toppling mountains and draining seas, as the power Yan Xiaobao emitted spread in all directions, forming a tornado reaching up to the sky.
The strong wind blew against other cultivators, forcing them to stop in place, expressions flashing with shock. Fear could be seen in the eyes of Song Zhen and Xiao Qing.
"Don’t tell this is the body refining magic of Little Swamp Peak??"
"Heavens! Such power... can a Foundation Establishnt Middle Cultivator produce sothing similar?"
"How many secrets has Nightcrypt just buried within himself!!!?" Even while panting, the killing intent flashed in Song Zhen’s eyes as he stepped forward, his right hand flashing with a spell stance. In response, Blood Qi surged forth, forming a deep red Sword Qi, shooting directly towards the tornado.
Almost at the sa mont he moved, Song Qu and other cultivators gritted their teeth and also launched attacks. In the blink of an eye, countless divine power and magic items sent multicolored rays shooting towards the tornado.
A gigantic rumbling echoed, the ground trembled. The sky quaked, the tornado twisted instantly, then exploded. Yan Xiaobao was revealed, with the Heavenly Demon roaring, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. anwhile, killing intent flashed in his eyes.
"We belong to the sa sect, so I don’t want to start fighting and killing. I didn’t intentionally absorb those keys! You’ve pushed things too far!
"With the incense stick ti left until the fourteenth hour, let’s see if your people can eradicate during that ti, or... if I can eradicate you!" Yan Xiaobao seed on the brink of releasing a massacre. Having worked in the "Blood Flow Sect" for years, after mixing with these fierce cultivators for so long, he began to understand truths about them.
The only way to make them listen to reason is to be more brutal than they are!
Even as the words left his mouth, he suddenly moved, appearing directly in front of Song Zhen. As Song Zhen lunged towards Yan Xiaobao, the pupils of the students shrank, his hand turning crimson.
"Back off!" Yan Xiaobao roared, releasing the Mountain Shaking Fist. As Yan Xiaobao slamd into Song Zhen, Song Zhen’s face fell. A rumbling sound rang out, as he was pushed back, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Yan Xiaobao flew past him, reaching the rest of the dozen Dharma Protectors, clenching his right fist. As he struck, the full power of the Heavenly Demon Corpse was unleashed.
That was the power of ten mad ghosts and a hundred giant mammoths. No Foundation Establishnt Middle Cultivator could believe this was the level of physical strength. As the fist smashed into the late Foundation Establishnt cultivator, a loud sound echoed. As he realized he was defenseless, his eyes imdiately widened. In an instant, his bones were completely shattered, and as he flipped backward like a kite with its string cut, blood sprayed from his mouth.
Even as the person scread, Yan Xiaobao stepped forward again. By then, the surrounding cultivators’ magic techniques and divine abilities were closing in. There were six Blood Swords, a Blood Dragon, and three ordinary Flying Swords.
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