In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone

“Mu Liang, don't charge!”

Zhou Zhengde's shout came to an abrupt halt.

Wang Jixuan, who was carrying the car door and charging forward, was sent flying backward by the impact.

Diamond Shield Talisman and Hemostasis Talisman lit up simultaneously. Wang Jixuan reacted swiftly, forcefully pushing off the ground the instant he landed and twisting his body, directly darting into the ditch on the other side of the main road, close to the sniper's direction, using the terrain to save his life.

Bang!

A sniper bullet struck beside Wang Jixuan's feet, missing his right foot by only half an inch.

Wang Jixuan formed a sword finger with his right hand and quickly tapped the wound on his left shoulder.

Even with the protection of the Diamond Shield Talisman and the car door slowing down the impact, his left shoulder was still pierced by the bullet, with a chunk of flesh exploding from the back of his shoulder.

The Hemostasis Talisman truly worked.

Excruciating pain surged.

He clenched his teeth, shrinking his body as much as possible into the stinky mud, and glared at the car door on the other side of the ditch, a corner of which had been shot through.

This thing looks so thick, why is it so fragile?

Wang Jixuan looked towards Zhou Zhengde's hiding place.

Bang!

Another gunshot rang out, adding another hole to the fuel tank of the car Zhou Zhengde was relying on.

It was already close to being riddled with holes.

The sniper in the distance was quickly reloading his magazine.

“Mu Liang!”

Zhou Zhengde shouted forward, straining his voice:

“Don't move! You can't outrun his reaction speed! If they can get this kind of sniper rifle, they can definitely get night vision goggles and thermal imaging! Just hide there! Wait for the Silver Party to come and support you!”

Wang Jixuan didn't reply, tightly closing his eyes, processing the intense pain in his body and the tremors in his Dao heart.

‘This poor Daoist miscalculated.’

Although it was because he didn't quite understand the materials of these things, he had already lost the opportunity to approach and eliminate the enemy.

After all, his Dao body had only just entered the Qi Refining Realm.

The Black Fire Gang didn't give him more time to cultivate.

The sound of the sniper rifle rang out again, still hitting the fuel tank of the car over there.

The lives of Zhou Zhengde and those Silver Party thugs had entered a countdown.

Leaving the car's cover would immediately result in being sniped; not leaving the vicinity of the car would eventually lead to the car's fuel tank being detonated by the opponent.

An almost unsolvable dead end.

‘What else can this poor Daoist do? Such ingenious things are so powerful. If this poor Daoist had a Core Formation Realm Dao body, he could perhaps withstand it head-on, but it is truly beyond this poor Daoist's ability to contend with at this moment.’

‘Ultimately, the cultivation time is insufficient.’

‘Could this second life be ending here…?’

Wang Jixuan inexplicably felt a sense of powerlessness. The intense pain in his body was instead ignored by him, but a series of images appeared in his Dao heart.

Those were the inner demons that he hadn't dared to recall for over twenty days, triggered by the powerlessness of this moment.

His Heavenly Tribulation;

The failed Heavenly Tribulation.

…

“Mu Liang! Don't move!”

Zhou Zhengde's loud shout poured into Lan Yuzai's ears in the bathroom of the hotel suite.

Lan Yuzai was stunned for a moment. He didn't know where the strength and drive came from. He covered his injured face, stood up shakily, and walked to the window to look outside.

The sound of the sniper rifle made him shiver. In the darkness of the opposite block, he vaguely saw a faint muzzle flash.

What's going on?

Did something happen to Lao when he went to save people?

Lan Yuzai's Adam's apple trembled a few times. He turned his head to run, but stopped after running two steps, raised his hand to touch the paper talisman stuck on his face, and Wang Jixuan's gaze flashed before his eyes.

Damn it!

He finally found an awesome big brother!

Suddenly, shouts from Silver Gang members came from the street outside: “Does anyone over there have flares! Expose the sniper's position!”

An echo came from the distance:

“Who the hell prepares this kind of thing on their own territory for no reason!”

Lan Yuzai thought of something. His goldfish eyes almost popped out. His breathing became chaotic, searching for something in the dark room.

Flashlight!

They bought several high-powered flashlights before coming down!

The power of this thing can only be used for a few minutes at maximum power. If the long-range mode is used, it can illuminate a long distance. There is also an instantaneous flash function. The floodlight mode can illuminate a large area in front.

Lan Yuzai trembled as he flipped out two flashlights that hadn't been used yet, turned one on and covered the light with his hand, grabbed the other two flashlights that they had used when they came down, and tied the four flashlights together with the nylon rope tied around his belt, frantically adjusting their directions so that all four buttons were on the outside.

Afterwards, Lan Yuzai approached the window, hiding behind the wall, his breathing becoming a little shaky.

He felt like he was definitely crazy!

In the beginning, he was still thinking about tricking Mu Liang into going to the forty-ninth floor;

Later, he inexplicably dismissed the idea, thinking that if he could learn the finger flicking skill, he could dominate the thirteenth floor without using a gun;

Now, he was even going to help this big shot deal with the Black Fire Gang!

If the Black Fire Gang found out… wouldn't it be fine if he didn't show his face? He'll just shine the light for a bit! What can happen if he just shines the light for a bit!

“I'm freaking crazy! Crazy!”

He gritted his teeth and cursed harshly. His left eye approached the window to observe, and he saw the faint muzzle flash again.

The four flashlights that had already been turned on were raised by Lan Yuzai's left hand, directly shining towards the area where the muzzle flash was located!

He shouted in a hoarse voice: “There! He's there! He's been exposed!”

Bang!

The light was suddenly interrupted!

On the street, Zhou Zhengde, who had just stood up, didn't have time to set up his gun and immediately crouched back down.

Inside the room, Lan Yuzai lay on his back on the ground, his left arm severed at the elbow;

The wall was covered in spurting blood.

The bundled flashlights were still in his left hand, but his left hand had fallen two meters away.

Most of his left forearm had been blown away, and one of the flashlights had been damaged due to the violent impact.

Lan Yuzai let out a miserable howl. Intense pain and fear mixed together, causing his body to twist continuously, crying and howling like crazy.

“Ah! My arm! Lao! Lao, my arm is gone! Ah—save me!”

On the street, Zhou Zhengde closed his eyes tightly, blood constantly gushing out of his abdomen.

Outside the ditch, Wang Jixuan lay in a pool of blood, his eyes staring blankly at the rock wall only a few dozen meters high.

Lan Yuzai's shouts came from the darkness.

Wang Jixuan's eyelids twitched slightly, and he suddenly shivered, forcibly reciting the Mind-Calming Mantra in an attempt to dispel the inner demons of his Dao heart.

He had to do something.

He absolutely couldn't sit still and wait for death!

“Supreme Stage Star, respond without ceasing. Wisdom is bright and pure, the mind and spirit are at peace.”

In the purple-black lightning pillar, the proud Daoist stood covered in blood, but the broken sword drooped weakly…

“Supreme Stage Star, respond without ceasing. Wisdom is bright and pure, the mind and spirit are at peace.”

The endless darkness invaded, and the pain of his body being shattered by the lightning tribulation lingered for a long time, the remnant soul drifting aimlessly in the darkness…

“Supreme Stage Star, respond without ceasing! Wisdom is bright and pure, the mind and spirit are at peace!”

‘Ji Xuan…'

Sect Leader?

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Sect Leader Martial Uncle?

…

‘Ji Xuan, I don't think you are ready to face the Heavenly Tribulation.’

‘Reporting to the Sect Leader, this disciple has reached the Great Perfection of the Dao Grade, how can I not face the Heavenly Tribulation?’

‘Because you are not yet you… Or rather, you don't yet know you are you. Ji Xuan, you are a perfect Daoist, but not a complete being. You have cultivated in seclusion in the mountains for so long, and have only stepped out of the mountain gate twice. You like to hear your fellow disciples' praise and amazement of you. You only like to do things within your grasp. Your cultivation has been too smooth. You have never experienced what it is to fail, what it is to reach the limit, what it is to suffer. Precisely because of this, the power of the Heavenly Tribulation is determined according to the Daoist's limit. It requires you to break through your own limits. It is the most uncontrollable thing for cultivators. You think you are ready, but in reality, you are not prepared properly.’

‘Sect Leader, I will meticulously allocate every bit of spiritual power.’

‘That is only technique. What I am talking to you about is here.’

‘Dao Heart? This disciple believes his Dao Heart is firm enough.’

‘Have you ever thought about what you would do or what kind of person you would be if you were a mortal?’

‘This disciple has never thought about it. This disciple is wholeheartedly devoted to the Dao and has no other wishes! I am willing to face the tribulation with my life! I will have no regrets even in death!’

‘Ji Xuan… You are the smartest and most talented disciple I have ever seen, but now my Dao realm is not as good as yours, and I cannot interfere with your cultivation. But if you trust me, this Sect Leader, seal your cultivation and experience the mortal world. Only ten years are needed, ten years are enough!’

‘A burst of energy will wane, and then decline. This disciple fears that my heart towards the Dao will be damaged, and then I will become fearful and retreat. Sect Leader, this disciple is going to prepare. The sect need not do anything more for me. Thank you for the Sect Leader's kindness.’

‘Ji Xuan! Ji Xuan! Worldly affairs are difficult to grasp, only self-determination! Immortal, immortal, to be an immortal, first be a human. You have suppressed even your nature for the sake of cultivation. You are only a Daoist now, only a Daoist! You are truly not ready, Ji Xuan… Alas, so be it. I hope you can break through your limits and ascend, and become an immortal on the spot.’

…

Wang Jixuan tightly closed his eyes, and those images in his heart quickly dissipated.

His lips trembled slightly, revealing a hint of bitter smile.

The Sect Leader was right.

For the sake of cultivation, he had even forgotten who he was. He hadn't even appeared when his parents passed away, failing to be a son and not learning how to be a human.

Worldly affairs are difficult to grasp, only self-determination!

Worldly affairs are difficult to grasp, only self-determination!

Wang Jixuan's pupils seemed to erupt with two balls of fire. His right hand slammed into the mud, and he flipped over and stood up!

The talismans on his body were almost burning, and a pale red flame appeared between his eyebrows!

Demonic Rakshasa Heaven Severing Art!

Wang Jixuan darted forward close to the ground, suddenly accelerating, so fast that he almost left behind flickering afterimages.

Whoosh—

A bullet almost grazed past his eyes.

The flames in Wang Jixuan's eyes trembled rapidly, and the bones, muscles, and internal organs of his body were instantly subjected to extreme pressure.

Not fast enough!

Still not fast enough!

Wang Jixuan strode forward, dodging and weaving, his movements becoming increasingly swift. The low building he had initially used as cover was now far behind him!

Bang!

Wang Jixuan unexpectedly dodged to the left!

Again, he narrowly avoided a bullet!

On the other side, Zhou Zhengde, who was pondering countermeasures, suddenly heard someone shout beside him:

"He's breaking through!"

Zhou Zhengde looked up at the third floor, where a bright light was flickering on the rooftop—the same light as before!

That was!

"Rotten fish! Light! Give me light! Lan Yuzai!"

"Ah—"

Lan Yuzai had actually climbed back to the window, but the faint light enveloping the stump of his left arm suddenly dissipated!

The hemostasis talisman's spiritual power was exhausted!

The pain was amplified tenfold!

"I… I'm going to become awesome!"

He gritted his teeth and roared, leaning out and wildly waving the makeshift flashlight in his right hand!

Down on the main road!

Zhou Zhengde held his breath, ignoring the deepening tear in his abdominal wound. He rose, shouldered his rifle, and steadily aimed at the briefly visible low rooftop, his eyes narrowed, and his lips tightly pressed together!

Two hundred and sixty-three meters away on the rooftop.

The sniper, Ye Ying, calm to the point of being emotionless, instinctively aimed at the third-floor window of the hotel and precisely squeezed the trigger.

Bang!

Ding!

A spray of blood erupted in the eight-power night scope of the sniper, Ye Ying, and the wildly flashing light was shattered.

A faint crack appeared on the bulletproof glass in front of Ye Ying. He was slightly surprised by the shooting accuracy of the person firing a rifle from the street.

Fortunately, as a retired elite special forces member, Ye Ying had extremely rich battlefield survival experience. Although it was a last-minute assignment, he still brought sufficient defensive equipment.

Such as the bulletproof glass shield in front of him.

Ye Ying subconsciously shifted his gun, trying to re-lock onto the spiritual energy user whose speed had suddenly increased.

That should be a spiritual energy user…

That guy's physical strength far exceeded the limits of ordinary people.

Huh? Where is he?

Ye Ying was stunned. He lost track of his target in the night-vision scope. According to his calculations, the target should still be some distance away…

Whoosh!

A dark shadow suddenly flashed across the scope. Ye Ying almost instinctively reacted to pull the trigger, but the shadow had already disappeared!

He stared blankly upward and saw the figure standing beside him, saw the black light flashing in the other's eyes, and the tiny flame burning on his forehead.

Swish, swish, swish!

Accompanied by afterimages, Ye Ying's forehead was instantly plastered with eight or nine paper talismans.

Wang Jixuan clenched his five fingers together with fierce force!

'Explode, you bastard!'