Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

Feeling the fluctuations of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth lingering on Yan Qiren gradually weakening, Jiang Ran's eyebrows and eyes were twitching, and he was clearly extremely angry.

In the past, such emotional fluctuations would never have been able to break through the surface of the lake and create the slightest ripple due to the transcendent suppression of the soul in the Tribulation Realm.

He stepped on the blood-stained ground, moving forward step by step. The murderous intent in his eyes was as solid as substance, and his usually indifferent voice was as majestic as the sea.

"How dare you destroy the anchor of my breakout?"

"how dare you?!"

The last calm before the storm was what Jiang Ran and Bai Feng said almost at the same time.

"Who are you?" Bai Feng's handsome and charming face was full of arrogance, and his words were full of arrogance.

He didn't quite understand words like anchor point and breakthrough, but that didn't stop the cat-and-mouse-like teasing in their words.

As soon as the question was uttered, thunder cracked the darkness and wind and rain suddenly arrived.

Listening carefully, it turned out that Jiang Ran's body suddenly rushed several feet away at a speed invisible to the naked eye. When he was just a few feet in front of Bai Feng, he raised his right hand high, and with the blood surging in his body, he swung his arm and slapped him.

Bai Feng had just pretended to be cool by dispersing the blood mist around him and asked a question in a condescending manner when he felt a gust of wind coming. He felt like a small boat in a tsunami, and even his body was shaking.

What a terrifying force it was! The leisurely and complacent look in his eyes disappeared in an instant. He urged the blood mist outside his body to surge, trying to block the slap that was swung in the air like a full moon.

Before he could make a substantial reaction, he was slapped in the face by a huge force, which spread from the skin to the flesh, and finally broke half of the teeth in his mouth. As half of his face was squeezed, blood gushed out.

Even his whole body was spun several times by this inhuman slap, and for a moment he saw stars and couldn't tell east from west.

Yan Qiren, whose death was delayed by He Lu's feeding of several secret healing medicines handed down from Feiyan Sect, saw this scene out of the corner of his eye and was so stunned that he thought he was dreaming.

The beauty is in full bloom, but the water is calm? Why did Brother Jiang come up and slap me in the face without any rules?

Bai Feng had no time to care about Yan Qiren who was dying beside him. When Jiang Ran slapped half of his face and almost broke it, he was so angry that he seemed to want to eat the person in front of him alive.

He prided himself on his extraordinary strategy. After obtaining the Demon Sutra, he divided it into three parts and scattered them in all directions. With the help of the power of the Golden Eyed Tiger, he gradually took advantage of the loopholes and developed himself. He never suffered such a big loss from the beginning to the end.

As the blood mist around him surged and enveloped him again, the injuries on his face were quickly healed, and the fear hidden in Bai Feng's eyes slowly dissipated. His unclear voice concealed the anger of being offended.

"You damned mortal, you reptile-like thing, I will make you wish you were dead, but you can't live!"

The blood mist spread out like tentacles. When it reached Jiang Ran, it opened like a bloody mouth and swallowed him up.

Before it touched the skin, it was repelled by an inexplicable force. Bai Feng's determined sneer lasted only a few seconds before turning into surprise and suspicion.

Little did he know that Jiang Ran had just as many doubts as he did.

The Nine Tribulations Qi dissipated, and what had just shaken away the bloody tentacles was the power of the deepest soul.

Essence, energy and spirit are a trinity, with the spirit soul sitting at the center. Unless Bai Feng breaks the power of the spirit soul, it will be impossible for him to absorb even a bit of his essence.

Logically speaking, the recoil force of the soul in the Tribulation Realm is definitely not something that a quick-learning, half-baked cultivator like Bai Feng can resist. Even if his mind is not shattered, he will at least suffer serious damage.

But from the situation just now, it was clear that the power of the soul was firmly suppressed in the body, and it only served to protect the body.

Jiang Ran looked a little solemn.

If he guessed correctly, this situation was still related to this world. The spiritual power of heaven and earth blocked his possibility of exerting any extraordinary power.

Yan Qiren cannot die.

Jiang Ran had a flash of inspiration in his mind. He could use the power of his soul to hint to Yan Qiren to break through his mental barrier, but he couldn't use it against Bai Feng, which meant that his previous inference was correct.

A single horse crossing Yanshan is the only anchor between him and this world.

Apart from this, neither past memories nor current experiences have anything to do with Yanshan in 1820.

Jiang Ran glanced at Yan Qiren, whose life was about to fade away, and made up his mind.

The only way to save the other party now is to kill Bai Feng and replenish his energy before it disappears.

Jiang Ran was not clear about the chain reaction that Yan Qiren’s death would trigger, but he could vaguely sense that if the anchor point did not exist, he would be stuck here for a short period of time.

Bai Feng's doubts came from the fact that the current situation was somewhat similar to the one he faced just now against Yan Qiren. Both of them were unable to absorb the essence from the other party's body, and they couldn't even sense it.

The surprise on his face lasted only for a moment, and then he saw Jiang Ran, who was standing in front of him just now, disappeared in an instant.

When I came back to my senses, the sound of strong wind came from my ears again, this time from the other side.

Bai Feng looked at the figure who was coming towards him with his right arm swung, and his eyes subconsciously jumped.

No way...are you coming again?

Just as he was about to dodge subconsciously, he found that Jiang Ran's powerful slap landed on the blood mist. Only a slight impact was felt, but it was blocked and he could not move forward any further.

He was slightly startled, then burst into laughter.

"Mortals are mortals after all. Even if you have mastered martial arts to perfection and have a strong physique, you can never hurt me in the slightest. How can a mortal know the power of the immortal way and magic?"

Jiang Ran shook his slightly numb right hand and looked at the crimson mist, his solemn expression becoming more intense.

If the Nine Tribulations Qi was still in his body, a blazing flame connecting heaven and earth would be enough to turn this idiot into ashes, and there would be no way he could keep talking nonsense.

Unfortunately, his soul power was locked by heaven and earth, and the Nine Tribulations Qi no longer existed. He could only rely on his physical strength to fight the enemy.

How to fight this?

"Shut up." Jiang Ran was concerned about Yan Qi's life and death, and knew that he had to fight quickly and decisively. After a little thought, he took action again.

The blood mist that condensed after Bai Feng practiced the Demonic Sutra outside his body is a power that is higher than that of ordinary martial arts. It is an absolutely extraordinary energy that crushes ordinary martial artists in terms of quality.

His own fighting ability was very weak. When Jiang Ran approached him, he couldn't even use any moves to fight the enemy at the first moment.

"Twelve waves."

With a low groan, one punch was faster than the other, and the twelve punches were almost connected in a line, landing in the blood mist in front of Bai Feng at the same time.

Even though there was a blood-colored barrier between them, Bai Feng was still so shocked by the fierce punch that he couldn't help but take several steps back. After the twelve punches were thrown, the shock in his eyes subsided a little, and he realized that Jiang Ran couldn't hurt him at all.

Bai Feng finally understood how magical the Demonic Sutra was. If it weren't for the extraordinary blood mist, any punch from Jiang Ran would have caused blood and flesh to fly everywhere. If he punched twelve times in a row, his head would probably have turned into a pool of meat paste.

"The game ends here."

The panic on his face completely disappeared, revealing a playful expression of having the situation under control.

Recalling the secret method recorded in the Demon Sutra, the outermost layer of blood mist quickly gathered and soon condensed into a blood sword in its infancy.

"As a mortal, dying under the blood sword of Demon Luo is something you should be proud of."

Facing the blood sword condensed by the extremely crude condensation method coming straight at him, Jiang Ran hesitated for a moment.

Relying on physical strength alone to fight against a cultivator is still not enough. If Yan Qiren dies, then finding a way to break the deadlock will be...

Just as Fang thought of this and had not yet made a decision, he saw a figure leap forward.

He was obviously seriously injured, but he finally used up his last bit of strength to hit the sword.

"Brother Jiang, let's go!"

"In Yanshan, you are the only one who can restrain this devil. You must not die here."

Yan Qiren was pierced through the abdomen by a bloody sword. With his last breath, he looked at Jiang Ran, who looked hesitant, with a smile.

He saw the hesitation.

But he doesn't complain.

"Let's go...Brother Jiang."