I Cultivate Immortality With Scientific Thinking

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The original area of ​​Xuanyin Mountain has now become a blood-colored lake covering thousands of miles, with an illusory blood lotus floating on it.

At the moment the blood lotus appeared, the blood lake rolled out waves and rushed towards it frantically.

After a short moment, the blood lake completely disappeared, leaving only an illusory blood lotus standing in the dark abyss, and even the originally crimson sky returned to normal, as if everything had returned to its original state.

But Qingyang Zhenjun knew that this was just a prelude to the coming storm.

Through the news from Gu Jiancheng, a visitor from the Middle Earth, he naturally learned that the Shura clone in front of him was not originally a Nascent Soul, but a real God of Transformation!

After all, Shura is a terrible alien race living in the boundless sea of ​​blood. Once they reach adulthood, they can automatically condense the Blood Sea Yuanshen and possess the top combat power of the God of Transformation. Even if it is just a clone, ordinary Gods of Transformation are no match!

If he had not been cut off by the most top sword cultivator in the world, the Transformation God behind the Taiyi Immortal Sword Sect, one of the nine major forces of the Immortal Alliance, and beaten to the Nascent Soul stage, he would have been refined into the Blood God Son in one encounter, not to mention using the sect's spiritual domain to fight against him!

"You leave here first." True Lord Qingyang did not take the initiative to attack, but turned back to Changqing Zhenren and others.

Now they are not in the Qingyun Sect area, without the help of the three thousand years of foundation, if they really fight, True Lord Qingyang believes that he has no confidence in protecting them, let alone fighting, so he has to send them away first.

'But then again, why did Junior Brother Lin suddenly disappear? I can be sure that he is still alive, but why can't I find his location recently? 'Thinking of this, True Lord Qingyang frowned.

Even if the other party is quite mysterious, he is a true disciple of Qingyun Sect after all, not to mention that the other party has made great efforts to protect himself from breaking through the Nascent Soul. True Lord Qingyang can't really sit back and watch.

But at this critical moment, the other party disappeared as if he had disappeared.

‘Forget it, there is no time to think so much, we have to send the others out first.’ True Lord Qingyang retracted his thoughts and moved without stopping.

True Lord Changqing nodded. He also knew that Jindan cultivators were no different from bigger ants on such a battlefield. Staying would only affect True Lord Qingyang, so it would be better to leave early.

“Okay! Then I will send you off…” True Lord Qingyang was just talking, but suddenly paused, because he saw True Lord Changqing’s eyes suddenly widened and his face showed astonishment.

The other party took action? !

True Lord Qingyang’s face changed, but why didn’t he feel anything at all? !

He turned back suddenly and saw that the illusory blood lotus had quietly bloomed at some point, but silently, as if it was just a flower that suddenly bloomed, giving people a feeling of returning to nature.

But what shocked Qingyang Zhenjun was that the one sitting in the blood lotus was not the blood demon monster he had fought in the past, but the naked... Taiyin Old Demon!

What's going on? !

Qingyang Zhenjun's pupils shrank.

Could it be that Taiyin Old Demon was not dead, but was enslaved by the blood demon in front of him?

No, that's not right, the aura is totally different, it's definitely not him!

Before Qingyang Zhenjun could figure out what was going on, the bloody 'Taiyin Old Demon' started to attack.

He raised his right hand and pressed it into the air, and then, he actually left a bloody handprint in the air.

And what was terrifying was that this red blood handprint did not disappear, but instead moved strangely and spread out to the surroundings, as if an invisible person was making a handprint with blood flowing.

Even Qingyang Zhenjun's flame realm, the surging sea of ​​fire, began to dissipate one by one after touching the blood handprint.

Afterwards, the dense blood handprints completely surrounded Qingyang Zhenjun and others.

Each blood handprint exuded an extremely strong evil spirit and curse, and any cultivator who did not reach the golden elixir would probably die if touched!

"Ancestor!"

"Brother!"

The remaining Qingyun Sect cultivators saw this and their faces changed drastically, shouting.

Although in their perception, there was nothing in front of them, but looking at the dense, strange blood prints that surrounded them for hundreds of meters, everyone could sense the crisis that was coming!

Qingyang Zhenjun's face was gloomy and terrifying, with golden flames burning in his pupils, and his whole body seemed to be burning. The surging sea of ​​fire raged out, forming a small sun between the whole world!

But what he didn't expect was that the golden-red sea of ​​fire raged away, but each blood handprint exuded the evil spirit that corroded everything at this moment. Under the superposition of tens of thousands of blood prints, it actually offset the surging sea of ​​fire!

Not only did the sea of ​​fire fail to erase these strange handprints, on the contrary, under the light of the flames, countless people appeared in the blink of an eye in the empty world.

They were men and women, of different ages, some were covered in blood, some were broken, and some were even no longer human, leaving only a mass of blood and flesh...

What was even more surprising was that many of them were wearing the clothes of the Xuanyin Sect or Qingyun Sect. These people... were the tens of thousands of monks who had just died in the collapse!

As if they had sensed the gaze of the living, these countless dead souls raised their heads in unison, staring at Qingyang Zhenjun and others with empty and dead eyes, and then stretched out their bloody hands, as if they wanted to turn the living into one of them!

At this moment, in everyone's eyes, the sky, which had originally returned to normal, once again showed endless red!

And in this bloody sky, countless densely packed, overlapping, cold and dead dead, were all sending the most resentful curses to them, trying to drag the only remaining living people into that endless death!

"Is this a spell - Soul-stealing?!" At this moment, it seemed that he understood something, and Qingyang Zhenjun's face was shocked and angry.

He vaguely understood that the other party had learned, or imitated, the Taiyin Old Demon's innate spell by some means and launched this attack.

But whether it is learning or imitating, a certain amount of wisdom is required as a prerequisite. When fighting in Qingyun Sect, even the cunning of wild beasts may not be comparable to the Shura clone, but for some reason, wisdom was born.

And the most important thing is that even the original "He" needs Qingyang Zhenjun to integrate Qingyun's foundation to deal with it, not to mention that it has wisdom, even if it is only a little weak!

Just when Qingyang Zhenjun wanted to understand this, the souls of thousands of cultivators and the terrifying blood sea evil spirits, which eventually formed a dense and insoluble terrifying curse, attacked everyone!

At this moment, all the cultivators, including Qingyang Zhenjun, felt as if they had fallen into an endless blood color, and there were countless dead souls around them staring at themselves!

"No!" Even with the protection of Qingyang Zhenjun's Dao domain, casualties occurred after just a short moment.

I saw a wounded cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, who first let out a shrill wail, then his skin quickly turned pale, and his body instantly turned into a mummy. Finally, a bloody resentful soul similar to the other dead emerged from the mummy, and also stared at the remaining living person!

This is a terrible curse method, which can turn the cultivator into a part of the curse, thus continuously strengthening.

If the curse cannot be resisted or even eliminated in the first time, as time passes and casualties increase, its power will be superimposed to a terrible degree. By the time the last person is left, he will be cursed by thousands of dead people!

Qingyang Zhenjun naturally understood this, but at this time he could not protect himself.

He only felt a deep chill that penetrated into his bones and could not be driven away by fire, eroding his body and even his soul.

What made him even more horrified was that every frame of his memory began to be stained with a faint blood color. Even Lin Chen and others in his memory were bleeding from all seven orifices, with wooden eyes, and turned into dead dead, and they all stretched out their bloody hands to him!

True Lord Qingyang was sure that as long as this bloody scene occupied all his memories, he himself would probably be refined into a Yuanying blood demon in this boundless sea of ​​blood!

At this moment, a trace of wisdom was generated, and the blood demon monster that learned to imitate others played a part of the horror of the legendary Blood Sea Shura!

These terrible alien races originally had extremely terrifying talents. When they had the ability to imitate and learn from humans, even if they were seriously injured, their combat power was even higher!

In this life-and-death crisis, True Lord Qingyang no longer cared about his face, and hysterically shouted to the sky: "Fellow Daoist from the Central Plains, if you don't take action now, when will you take action!"

The next moment, the thousands of blood souls around True Lord Qingyang suddenly paused, and a sword mark suddenly appeared on their bodies, and then they all dissipated.

Then, a figure quietly appeared in front of True Lord Qingyang and others.

He stretched out his right hand, placed it in front of his chest, and clenched it in the air, saying lightly: "Sword."

In an instant, the clear sound of the sword resounded through thousands of miles, and a dazzling sword light illuminated the world!