With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 453 - 418: Eight-Armed Immortal Demon! Prototype of

Unable to think too much, Chen Xuan’s voice beca heavy and hoarse, a sinister laugh echoing endlessly.

Simultaneously, a sudden change occurred.

Behind him suddenly unfolded eight crimson arms ford from incense flas.

The outlines of the arms were sowhat fragnted and hollow, because Zheng Chengcheng had just interrupted the opponent’s absorption of incense power.

Among the eight arms, two stretching from each side of the neck were the most robust and substantial.

Chen Xuan’s Fourth Grade True Martial had already been pulled out, and these two arms lifted the sword high over the head.

In the next mont, enormous demonic qi engulfed in crimson flas assembled on the sword, causing Zheng Chengcheng to break out in a sweat.

The montum of this sword descending, he was sure he couldn’t withstand...

Whoosh—!

As the crimson sword edge fell, the entire room suddenly collapsed into a bloody vertical line.

Zheng Chengcheng crossed his arms to gather the montum of the dragon and tiger to block, but the Protective True Qi tore apart like thin paper.

Before the sword blade arrived, his knees first succumbed under the burden, crushing into the tiles below.

Demonic flas soared into the sky, accompanied by twisted laughter. With the sword’s force, the chant of annihilation echoed, the demonic sound pierced the ears.

Nurous incense beliefs were now entirely transford into the fuel for this sword.

Luckily, Zheng Chengcheng carried a treasure that protected spiritual power, barely resisting the Celestial Demon’s temptation.

As he staggered backward, he glimpsed Chen Xuan’s pupils.

The left eye was black without white, while the right eye had turned into a gilt orb akin to the statue of Lüzu!

...

"Damn, I really can’t beat this thing. Xuan brother, you’re on your own..."

Zheng Chengcheng decided to leave first, to bring in reinforcents to handle it.

As for whether Chen Xuan would die as a result, he didn’t know, nor did he have a way.

Though he had the backup given by his grandmother, the opponent was possessing Chen Xuan, and at this mont, they were one entity.

If the Celestial King’s attack struck, Chen Xuan would vaporize along with the Celestial Demon...

On the premise of safeguarding himself, Zheng Chengcheng was still thinking about whether he could find soone to rescue him.

Bricks were shattered and exploded underfoot, his figure moved swiftly over the broken walls and ruins like a dragon and tiger.

But the pursue closely followed.

Behind him, the eight arms of "Chen Xuan" clasped together at the chest, forty fingers simultaneously vibrating.

The sword resonated with a loud boom, its brightness intersecting like snow!

The Fourth Grade True Martial "Inversion" broke the air with a sound like tearing silk, dragging the tails of crimson incense fire divine power, fiercely striking!

Zheng Chengcheng’s back erupted with goosebumps, the sharp blade leaving an afterimage as it slashed in the air, the sword tip’s chilling glow pierced through his back garnt.

"Gonna die!"

In a critical mont, Zheng Chengcheng instinctively twisted his waist and rolled.

The sword edge grazed his waist, spraying out a burst of blood droplets.

Too dangerous, he was nearly tempted to use his full strength!

However, the second sword ca even faster.

The index fingers of "Chen Xuan’s" eight arms joined together, the sword body erupted with brilliant red light, suddenly extended by three inches, the edge directly targeted the neck!

Zheng Chengcheng didn’t look back, pulled his sword with a reverse hand, performing "Su Qin Back Sword" slanted on his back.

The sword had just reached horizontal position when it was struck with a loud "clang" and flew far away.

Suspended mid-air, it spun a circle, weaving a crimson but chilly sword net that ca down!

Zheng Chengcheng’s sense spread to the pocket lining, the shadow of death lood, at this mont his mind had only one thought!

Chen Xuan could only be sacrificed, if he didn’t use his grandmother’s backup now, he would surely die when this sword fell!

His Martial Arts will was about to connect with the "Shooting Stone," in an instant, he pulled back from the brink at the final mont.

Boom!!!

In this critical mont, a profound black giant shadow fell like a teor to earth!

ng Chuan had long since fully released his flesh, a ten-ter-high body like cast bronze, vertebrae an arching dragon escalating.

The terrifying muscles and tendons behind the scapula intertwined densely, from the back flipping to the front, gathered around the chest flower-like center, pushing the body armor high.

"Ferocity" like molten armor plates crevices, supported by muscles into undulating mountain forms, viewed from afar they crisscross, like a fire peacock spreading its tail!

As the sword rain poured down, his right arm swept across the air, muscle fibers erupted with a tallic clang, forcibly clutching the crimson sword net into his palm.

The sharp light split through True Qi and blue-purple hard skill armor, then penetrated the ferocious armor, finally reaching the black mbrane.

Sparks burst forth in succession, yet unable to advance an inch!

"Scram!"

ng Chuan’s throat rolled with not a human voice, but tallic vibrations to the utmost!

He swung his arm to fling his right fist, fiercely smashing into the void.

The sonic cloud whipped up by the punch wind halted the sword net in place, manifesting the true form of the sword.

The air twisted, the raging wind folded the sword rain back in reversal.

Slash!

ng Chuan’s speed at this mont was unimaginably fast, only his fist’s blade at the bridgehead moon black light pierced the air, surpassing the speed of sound aiming at "Chen Xuan’s" waist.

Taking so damage was inevitable, as long as Chen Xuan could survive, don’t ask for too much!

The bridgehead moon’s blade tip transmitted an "empty" feeling, this attack felt like it missed.

But ng Chuan’s expression remained unchanged, being possessed by the "conceptual type" Celestial Demon, indeed the host’s body also acquired the "virtualization" attribute.

Cannot be physically attacked, it can only be hard through martial will, montum, and further advanced spiritual power.

Sowhat like the feature of non-corporeal void types, but more bizarre than such types of Celestial Demons.

Although it was his first ti encountering such a rare Celestial Demon,

he had prepared for this scenario before during his first descent into the Demon Nest.

The "Bridge to the Moon" is a rare Third Grade True Martial, perfect for dealing with this kind of threat.

Slash!

The blade tip sliced across, the wound’s edge neat as a line, with no blood or fluid flowing out.

ng Chuan felt as if he were cutting through a "dummy" body.

This sensation made him frown slightly, and he quickly dodged away without further thought.

Simultaneously, the crimson flying sword fiercely descended.

Piercing through the white mist, it firmly pinned the spot where he had just been standing.

The white mist was steam produced by ng Chuan’s rapid movent, creating friction and heat with the air.

The mist was dense, as "Chen Xuan" made a gesture with his eight arms, the flying sword flared up with crimson light again.

Then with a swish, it whistled through the air, launching another assault.

At the sa ti, his figure wasn’t much slower than ng Chuan’s.

Following behind the treasured sword, he appeared instantly above ng Chuan, with eight arms, four supporting the sky and four touching the ground, forcefully overturning the heavens!

ng Chuan’s double fists collided with the eight arms and a Fourth Grade True Martial weapon in rapid succession, producing a series of explosive collisions, making Zheng Chengcheng on the side jump nervously!

At this mont, the temple-sized dojo was being jarred continuously, with only the distant outer walls struggling to stand.

The flooring had long disappeared, revealing the cent ground beneath, which was also battered out of shape.

Broken and uneven, as if the two of them had turned it into a quarry.

The abilities demonstrated by ng Chuan and the monstrous opponent were the peak among the two-limit level.

The destructive power displayed in their exchanges was akin to multiple bulldozers repeatedly running over, imnsely terrifying!

The white mist scattered under the furious exchanges of the two, arriving policen stood firing from a distance, only able to see two shadows, one large and one small, clashing countless tis in an instant, separating for a mont and crashing into each other again, making aiming impossible.

Moreover, near where the two were fighting, only the police chief and Zheng Chengcheng could remain, looking for opportunities to help.

Aside from them, any bullets that entered were crushed into dust by an invisible magnetic field.

"Monsters..."

The police chief murmured, unsure if he was referring to the larger one, or the smaller, eight-ard one...

He had already called for backup, the only Martial Arts Master within the city defense army of Fu City.

He was reportedly rushing out from the Demon Nest upon hearing a report from his subordinates.

"Hold on, support is arriving soon..."

The police chief had tried several tis to jump into the battlefield to help.

But each attempt left him in pain from the cutting winds and, like Zheng Chengcheng, he had to choose to spectate from the edges.

The gap between the two limits was much larger than imagined.

However, the two had considerable faith in ng Chuan. Despite his opponent’s many arms, ng Chuan was big...

Moreover, he had no visible injuries, staying in a balanced state.

Cracks in the armor shone with golden-red light, like flowing magma.

At the sa ti, his aura was high with no sign of decline.

As they thought, ng Chuan was indeed not at a disadvantage for now, but it was only temporary...

His savage "Strength Mode" and ultimate release form had a ti limit.

Though he stood proudly at the mont, his ten-ter fra strong like a titan, capable of fiercely battling the peak of the second limit, "Eight-Ard Chen Xuan".

But once the "Ultraman red light flashes", he would quickly falter...

ng Chuan’s two arms fiercely transford into countless fist shadows, clashing with nine residual shadows in succession.

Even though ti was tight, he remained utterly composed, fighting while thinking.

Firstly, he had a trump card.

As Zheng Chengcheng thought before, if it really didn’t work, Principal Yang had to step in...

Principal Yang had previously ntioned his full-force strike, integrating spiritual and physical power, was a supre force far beyond Martial Arts Intention.

Secondly, if he chose not to use the trump card.

What thod could remove the conceptual Celestial Demon from Chen Xuan before his state ended?

His choice was Martial Arts Montum, a stronger Martial Arts Montum.

Only the spiritual force contained within, coupled with the Bridge to the Moon, could slay this formless demon.

The Xingyi Sect’s Martial Arts Montum, when further advanced, manifests as the Martial Arts Intention.

And this step requires filling the Martial Arts Heaven star points inside the body.

Then, with the release of Martial Arts Will after three transformations, it could connect with the inner and outer heavens, demonstrating the power of Intention.

Therefore, he absolutely couldn’t accomplish it now, but he could attempt the embryonic form of Intention.

The embryonic form of Intention is essentially the impoverished version of Martial Arts Intention.

Those who grasp the embryonic form of Intention in the two limits could imdiately manifest their complete version of Martial Arts Intention after breaking through to the Three-Limit Master.

In the urgent situation, ng Chuan had no ti to think too far ahead.

He rely followed what his master and Grandmaster Chen Qiushui previously described, experinting slowly in real combat.

His eyes were calm as a still well, his lungs expanding like a drum, with steaming hot air colliding and creating a white mist around his organs.

This was Qi blood surging through his ridians like a tide.

What ng Chuan needed to do was thoroughly ld his boiling Martial Arts Will, surging Qi blood force, and condensed spiritual power into one.

At the sa ti, the Martial Arts Will strength of the two limits was insufficient to support the manifestation of the embryonic form of Intention.

What he needed was to integrate the power of killing intent he mastered earlier into it!