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Chapter 191 - 191: 177: Heart Refining in the Fallen Immortal Realm

One was in the final stage of foundation establishment and the other was in the mid-stage of the golden core.

Although Zhang Qianmo had a lower realm, his techniques were far more profound than those of Song Hesong.

Moreover, the magic tools in his hands were far superior to his opponent.

So for a while, the two of them were evenly matched.

With Li Fan slowly gaining the upper hand on this side.

The situation seemed to be shifting in favor of the two Violet Firmament Sect members.

“Brother Song, things aren’t looking so good!”

One of the men attacking Li Fan shouted out loud.

“Fellow Daoist Song, don’t hesitate, activate the Great Array now!” Chu Liang also called out.

A flash of hesitation crossed Song Hesong’s face.

Then a fierce look appeared.

Retreating swiftly, his blood-coloured long sword transformed into a large bell, enveloping Zhang Qianmo within.

Craziness flashed in his eyes as he slapped his hands towards Ningyuan City below.

In the city of Ningyuan, there were suddenly cries of panic and screams from mortals.

Li Fan saw a large amount of substantial blood qi rise to the sky, coming to Song Hesong’s side.

Within the bloodlight, there were countless faces of agony and distortion.

Song Hesong grabbed this cluster of blood colour and poured it into the bloody bell.

Countless faces howled in pain and charged towards Zhang Qianmo.

Zhang Qianmo’s face changed, and he used purple energy to protect his body, trying to repel them.

But it was in vain.

One by one, the bloody faces charged into Zhang Qianmo’s spirit consciousness. He then stood dazedly on the spot, his facial expression changing continuously.

Sometimes in pain, sometimes showing a weird smile.

Seeing that Zhang Qianmo was temporarily held back, Song Hesong turned to look over at Li Fan.

Li Fan had a bad premonition.

But at this moment, Chu Liang and the other two redoubled their attacks, trying to pin down Li Fan and prevent him from escaping.

Song Hesong arrived in a flash.

One mid-stage Golden Core, three final-stage Foundation Establishment.

Under the joint attack, Li Fan was severely injured after a brief resistance.

“It seems that this first exploration of the Fallen Immortal Realm has come to an end.”

As his injuries worsened, his consciousness blurred.

A hallucinatory voice seemed to be echoing in his ears.

Illusionary whispers, rustling and whispering. Sometimes urgent, sometimes slow.

Like a mournful cry, like a roar of rage.

But he could not make out the specific content.

Soon, Li Fan could no longer resist or fend off the attacks. Song Hesong’s bloody palm slapped hard on top of Li Fan’s head.

“Bang!”

Li Fan’s head burst open like a watermelon.

Once the body is destroyed, according to normal circumstances, Li Fan should return to the real world.

But…

He fell into a strange state.

The remaining divine consciousness core, like a black hole, slowly devoured the body that was Li Chen.

There were no memories left of Li Chen.

Just a pure divine consciousness energy, slowly absorbed by Li Fan.

The whispers in his ears grew louder.

The whispers turned into indescribable roars.

Anger, fear, sadness, and other negative emotions came rushing in like a tidal wave.

They swore to engulf Li Fan.

But Li Fan’s mind stood firm like a rock by the sea, unmovable.

Because the one driving all of this was the Heart-Refining Spell that Li Fan had been diligently practicing since he first stepped into the Immortal Way.

After entering the Fallen Immortal Realm, the Heart-Refining Spell had remained dormant and had not produced any special effects. But it was only after the physical body Li Chen was destroyed.

It began to operate spontaneously and madly.

Like a giant grinding stone, it ground down the powers that made up Violet Firmament Sect’s Li Chen.

Transforming it into the purest supplement, nourishing Li Fan’s mind and spirit.

Although Li Chen was dead, Li Fan’s divine consciousness was slowly growing stronger.

A brand new divine consciousness incarnation belonging to Li Fan himself.

It was brewing beneath the headless body of Li Chen.

Li Fan remained calm, his mind not wavering in the slightest.

He watched coldly as the surrounding “plot” continued to unfold.

Song Hesong took the Storage Ring from Li Fan’s hand and then allowed the corpse to fall from the sky.

Then he turned his head to look at Zhang Qianmo, who was trapped inside the blood-coloured bell.

“It’s surprising that this man is so strong-willed. He has managed to endure so long under the [Array of Divine Refinement of All Beings], where he was blood sacramented by tens of thousands of people,” Song Hesong exclaimed.

“Unfortunately, the more extraordinary you are, the more you have to die today!”

Song Hesong slapped towards Ningyuan City below several times again.

The bloodlight formed by countless faces surged towards Zhang Qianmo once more.

Horrifyingly fierce expressions appeared on his face, becoming more horrifying by the moment.

Several large tumours bulged from his forehead, moving about as if they were alive.

“Puff!”

A tumor burst open, and a large hole blew open in Zhang Qianmo’s head.

What ensued was like a chain reaction.

All the tumors on Zhang Qianmo’s head burst one after another.

Half of his head was gone.

Zhang Qianmo’s presence at this moment was like a candle in the wind, ready to disappear at any moment.

But some unknown force inside him was keeping him alive.

Even with just half a head left, he was still stubbornly surviving.

“What on earth is happening?” Chu Liang exclaimed in shock.

“It seems that this boy has a big secret.” The look on Song Hesong’s face was grim.

He looked at Zhang Qianmo, menacingly saying, “Even so, you are like a turtle in a pot now, I don’t believe you can turn things around!”

Red light came from the blood-colored great clock, piercing through Zhang Qianmo’s body.

The red light was like a knife, crisscrossing and flickering.

In an instant, Zhang Qianmo was sliced into countless pieces. “You’re this far gone, I don’t believe you can still survive!” Song Hesong sneered.

Chu Liang and the others were also relieved.

But it did not take long for their faces to turn pale.

Because…

They found that the life force of Zhang Qianmo had not vanished!

“What the hell! What kind of demon technique is he cultivating!”

Song Hesong finally showed a look of horror.

“Fire! Use fire!” This time, Chu Liang shouted.

Song Hesong made a gesture, and a ball of red fire appeared underneath the pile of broken flesh.

Under the intense heat, the flesh turned into flying ashes.

But within the flames, something persisted.

No matter how fierce the fire, it could not be destroyed.

It was a purple Gold Core.

“Gold Core? Isn’t he in the Foundation Establishment Phase? How could he generate a Gold Core inside his body?” This scene was clearly beyond the understanding of Song Hesong and others. They all changed color.

In fear, Song Hesong used all his magic to attack this purple Gold Core.

But no matter what he did, he could not even shake the Gold Core.

He tried to put it inside his Storage Ring, but he couldn’t do that either.

Because Zhang Qianmo’s aura was still hovering over it.

Moreover, it was burning brighter and brighter.

“Hence it stands, you fringe cultivators, without Tao lineage, don’t know the classics.”

“Even if you’ve learned some new techniques, you only have the superficial realm.”

“So how can you compare with us, the orthodox Magic Way?” Zhang Qianmo’s cold voice emanated from the Gold Core.

The Gold Core suddenly shone brightly.

The flames were pushed back.

A body slowly took shape in the light.

The light faded and transformed into clothes.

“I’ve told you, I am going to kill you today!”

Zhang Qianmo looked at Song Hesong and said coldly.

song Hesong began to snake all over.

He kept slapping downwards, amid the screams of countless mortals, countless bands of blood forming substantial ribbons surged towards Zhang Qianmo.

And Song Hesong himself, not caring about the shivering Chu Liang and others, turned into a streak of blood light and fled far away.

Zhang Qianmo stepped out, turning into purple lightning, arriving after the blood light.

Song Hesong couldn’t believe that his speed was so fast, unable to dodge in time, and crashed head-on.

“Boom!”

In the intense collision sound, Song Hesong seemed to lose his control ability.

Zhang Qianmo stretched out his right hand, grabbed Song Hesong’s neck, and lifted him up.

“Betrayer of the sect, die!”

Zhang Qianmo judged.

A streak of Purple Thunder descended from the sky.

It slammed fiercely onto Zhang Qianmo.

He emerged unscathed from the thunderous light, and the person he was holding, Song Hesong, let out a scream.

Then he died.

Zhang Qianmo looked at Chu Liang and others who were escaping in different directions.

He sneered coldly.

With a light tap of his finger.

Three streaks of Purple Thunder fell in response.

The life force disappeared, and three black dots fell from the sky.

Zhang Qianmo did not bother with them anymore.

“To think I was pushed this far… ‘

“New Technique…” He wore a thoughtful expression.

Likewise, as if discovering something, he flew to the ground.

Where, the body that once belonged to his junior fellow Li Chen.

It seemed to have melted like a candle.

Zhang Qianmo found that under the remaining layer of skin, there was another completely unknown person.

He was waking up..