As the hundred-odd Demonic Dao sect disciples watched the monk slowly approach Blood Spirit Island, they immediately hesitated.
If the shock waves from the clash spread out, they could easily kill a Minor Primal Core Venerate.
The island was not very large, and when one looked around, there was no sign of life at all. It was a scene of desolation, a wasteland.
The true inheritors of a Rank 6 sect were probably only second to a Holy Venerate.
The current situation was what Yan Chen hoped to see. The Taiji Dao was sufficient to resolve this problem.
"Whoosh!"
This Buddhist sect expert was already as strong as the true inheritors of the two sects.
"A Buddhist sect expert?"
There was a small island in ruins in the center of the lake. It was very messy and devoid of life.
After passing through the dense forest, the scene before Yan Chen suddenly opened up. Then, he saw a vast lake.
However, if Yan Chen wanted to use the Taiji Dao to balance the two Veritable Essence Energies and gently merge them, he still needed some time.
The truly capable experts could easily flatten Blood Spirit Island. However, they did not care about the Blood Spirit Grass at all.
However, just as Yan Chen was about to refine the śarīra, the śarīra giving off a gentle Buddhist light automatically disintegrated.
Yan Chen muttered to himself as he walked forward step by step.
However, Xiao Chen had expected this long ago.
Yan Chen was like a cool breeze that contained an irresistible Buddhist Might. As he spoke, he resolved all danger.
Instead, Yan Chen's body turned colder, so cold that he trembled.
A true inheritor of such a large sect would either become an Elder or the successor of the Sect Master in the future. He would definitely become an overlord of a region.
Xiao Chen withdrew his hand and revealed a doubtful expression. At some point in time, a perfect Taiji diagram had appeared under his feet.
Anyone below Holy Venerate would die if they went to Blood Spirit Island.
Lake Heart Island?
Xiao Chen was not in a rush. He had already survived the greatest danger, so there was no need to be anxious now.
As Xiao Chen used the Taiji Dao to balance the two vast Veritable Essence Energies in his body, Xiao Chen's eyes lit up.
I can't open my eyes. I can't open my eyes. I can't open my eyes …
The danger was immediately resolved.
Yan Chen closed his eyes and silently circulated his energy. His body immediately sank to the bottom like a rock.
A Buddhist light containing boundless beneficence spread out continuously, permeating every inch of his skin, every inch of his bones, and every inch of his flesh.
This lake is quiet and clear, and it is very vast. If I hide at the bottom and use the Buddhist sect's Turtle Breath Technique, I might be able to escape this calamity!
"My sins! My sins! This little monk has nowhere to go. I have no choice but to do such a thing. If I am able to escape, I will definitely send Senior to the afterlife.
I have no choice but to do this forbidden land.
Thus, this forbidden ground had existed for a very long time. There had always been people from the three great demon sects who went there out of admiration and wanted to challenge it.
"Damn it! That bald monk is really strong! To think that he could still kill so many people from our two sects even after suffering such severe injuries!"
The Demon Demon Demonic Qi that mutated and mutated Qi had Qi. could not control.
"Oh no, he ran in the direction of the forbidden area of the Blood Spirit Island."
"Flame Qi from Sect sect of Hand Chen Spirit Spirit Chen." Qi, Xiao. one. and said Blood Chen Mountain Sect sect Spirit Chen, Shen and Star.
The so-called chill was formed by the accumulation of these killing intents.
This was a great humiliation. When Yan Chen thought of this, he could not help cursing again. The people of the Demonic Dao sects were extremely despicable and shameless. How hateful!
Yan Chen rejoiced and immediately leaped up. Without even thinking, he silently entered the lake.
Yan Chen paled in fright. Without even thinking, he used the last of his Veritable Essence Energy to leap out.
However, it was simply too cold, so cold that Yan Chen could no longer endure it.
Could it be that this place is where I, Yan Chen, am buried?
Soon, this group of Demonic Dao sect disciples made up their minds and gave chase.
Hateful. Had I known, I would not have listened to that scholar and come here to seek fortuitous encounters.
Yan Chen did not understand why the śarīra broke apart on its own. He thought that the Maheśvara Buddha might still have some lingering thoughts in it. Using his benevolent heart, he chose to sacrifice himself at the last moment, helping Xiao Chen survive this calamity.
Suddenly, dust flew up, and a terrifying aura erupted from Xiao Chen's body as he threw a palm strike.
"After him!"
Boundless beneficence, immeasurable!
The seemingly gentle Buddhist light actually contained horrifying energy, condensing all the beneficence that the Maheśvara Buddha cultivated when he was alive.
However, Yan Chen, who executed the Tortoise Breathing Technique, could not enter a state of oblivion and unconsciousness.
"Anyone below Holy Venerate will definitely die if they go to Blood Spirit Island. Even Holy Venerates do not dare to go there casually."
Unexpectedly, Yan Chen would fall in such a place, at the hands of two Rank 6 Demonic Dao sect disciples.
The two vast Veritable Essence Energy in Xiao Chen's dantian nearly filled up the entire space. The two Demonic Dao sects continuously clashed with each other, intensely clashing at every moment, not leaving any gaps.
The gentle Buddhist light soothed Xiao Chen's limbs, bones, and internal organs. It was like a feather drifting in the wind. With a slight tremble, it cleared away all the impurities in Xiao Chen's body.
Yan Chen opened his eyes and looked around. It would have been fine if he had not looked. The moment he looked, his body trembled even more intensely.
Yan Chen kept reminding himself that the moment he opened his eyes, the Tortoise Breathing Technique would be broken, and his only chance of survival would be gone.
Xiao Chen closed his eyes and did not think about it in detail.
After that, there was no more.
Yan Chen used his supreme beneficence to personally modify Xiao Chen's Primal Core, strengthening it and forming an unbreakable barrier.
Yan Chen instantly leaped out of the lake and landed on the island.
That place was filled with Blood Spirit Grass that everyone yearned for. However, no one dared to go there, as all those who went had died.
Xiao Chen calmed down, knowing that the danger was over.
"After him. We absolutely cannot let him escape."
This was the so-called conquering hardness with softness.
Finally, the essence of the śarīra dripped onto the 9-Star Primal Core.
Yan Chen sighed softly. He saw a white-clad person sitting cross-legged in a pile of rubble in front.
The white-clad person was covered in dust. He did not breathe or show any signs of life.
Given my cultivation, how can my physical body fear the cold?
Two strands of Veritable Essence Energy intertwined with each other as they surged out from Xiao Chen's hands.
Si Shengjie and Qiao Jiansheng were the top core disciples of their respective sects.
It was not strange for an additional dead person to appear.
Even a regular Holy Venerate would not be absolutely confident of making them stay.
The thousand-odd fish monsters in the lake slowly approached. Countless pairs of cold eyes carried a cold murderous intent as they looked at Yan Chen.
After narrowly escaping death, Yan Chen heaved a long sigh. As he looked at the somewhat strange island before him, he felt somewhat sorrowful.
That Buddhist sect expert was called Yan Chen. At this moment, all hope in his heart turned to dust, feeling heavy dissatisfaction.
Yan Chen entered deep thought. This place was in ruins, looking like a place where a huge battle had taken place.
If he removed the dirt on his face, he would look like a handsome youth. "Gurgle!
Gurgle! "
With the two working together, they paid such a heavy price to make that Buddhist sect expert stay.
Yan Chen vomited a mouthful of blood. He was already severely injured in the first place. Now, he cried out miserably as his body flew back.
Run!
Yan Chen shot out like a sharp arrow and dove into the lake, not causing a single splash.
There were many figures in the dense forest. The disciples of the Heavenly Eagle Castle and the Fantasy Cloud Sect chased after a monk with bloodstained monk robes and a Buddhist monk's Buddhist monk saber.
A fish monster leaped out of the water and opened its huge mouth, swallowing Yan Chen up.
However, no one knew what this person's cultivation was like when he was alive. Yan Chen raised his Buddhist monk's Buddhist monk saber and walked over casually. To think that he wanted to touch the corpse.
Never mind, I should quickly execute the Tortoise Breathing Art. I do not know when the people behind will catch up.
"Hey, why is there a dead person here?"
The Demonic Dao sect disciples familiar with the one hundred thousand great peaks all knew that Blood Spirit Island was a forbidden land.
Yan Chen immediately felt stunned, unable to react.
After refining this śarīra, he would be able to clear this stage.
The top two core disciples of the Heavenly Eagle Castle and the Fantasy Cloud Sect, Si Shengjie and Qiao Jiansheng, paid a heavy price and barely managed to make that Buddhist sect expert stay.
In the water, Yan Chen took a deep breath and felt greatly startled. Why is the lake water so cold?
However, just as Yan Chen was about to get within six meters of that person, the person that he thought was dead suddenly opened his eyes.
"Buddha, bless me. It looks like heaven does not want me dead!"
However, the true challenge to Xiao Chen had just begun.
On the other side, the pursuit of that Buddhist sect expert also reached its peak.
Under the illumination of this Buddhist light, Xiao Chen's berserk body and his Primal Core, which could explode at any moment, all calmed down.
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