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

Bai Feng has been exploring the Demonic Scripture alone since he obtained it. Even though he is extremely talented, it took him several years to succeed with the help of Yan Qiren's successive kills of the Golden-Eyed Biao and the feast of blood and essence brought by a dozen of his subordinates.

In practical terms, he is similar to a devilish cultivator who takes advantage of the world of cultivation. However, in this world, there are naturally no disciples from famous sects who can enforce justice on behalf of heaven. Instead, he has entered the realm of Qi Refining by killing people and taking their blood.

No matter if he was just taking shortcuts or his skills were crude, he had finally entered the Qi Refining Realm and could be called a cultivator.

No matter how crudely made the Demon Blood Sword was, and even if it collapsed after piercing through the abdomen of a mortal like Yan Qiren, it was still a spell cast by a cultivator.

The most fundamental way for physical cultivators in the world of cultivation to deal with Qi-refining cultivators is still to rely on the transformed true Qi in their bodies, which is the Nine Tribulations Qi condensed by Jiang Ran when he practiced the Nine Tribulations Mysterious Art.

Only with the help of the Qi energy from the physical training techniques can a physical practitioner have the ability to hurt a Qi training practitioner.

Otherwise, he would be like Jiang Ran at this moment, whose soul was blocked by heaven and earth in the Tribulation Realm, and he could not break through this ridiculous blood mist barrier with his physical strength alone.

In the world of cultivation, being one realm higher means an absolute advantage. It has been unheard of for thousands of years for a Qi-refining cultivator to defeat a foundation-building cultivator, not to mention the physical strength of a mortal man compared to a Qi-refining cultivator.

This is the level of life, or the absolute suppression of true qi over physical force.

Jiang Ran is in an awkward situation that is unsolvable. Even if 99% of the returning to the void monsters in the world of cultivation were gathered here, when they can only use their physical strength to fight the enemy, they will most likely choose to avoid the enemy's attack and find another way.

The reason why he hesitated just now was not because he thought it would be too embarrassing for him to cross the Tribulation Realm if he chose to escape in the face of this half-baked demon cultivator.

The hesitation was just because he was thinking that if Yan Qiren, the anchor, died, would he have to spend a few more years in this place?

Jiang Ran actually had ten thousand ways to escape when the Demon Blood Sword attacked, and he could even take Arya with him.

The only thing he couldn't expect was that Yan Qiren flew forward to block the sword, dragging his body on the verge of breaking into pieces and trying to make a final effort to delay even for a moment.

Knowing that Yan Qiren did this, he made the decision knowing that his life was coming to an end.

He knew very well that even if the opponent didn't block it, the Demon Blood Sword wouldn't be able to hurt him at all.

But when the blood sword pierced through Yan Qiren's body, burst out of his body and shattered into blood all over the sky, Jiang Ranfan's heart was still trembling and almost jumped out of his chest.

As if in deep darkness without a single ray of light, only his own heartbeat was getting faster and faster, more and more intense. His soul, trapped by heaven and earth, was unable to suppress the boiling passion that had not been seen for hundreds of years.

The arteries beneath Jiang Ran's skin emitted the sound of rushing rivers, and along with the sound of his heartbeat that almost spread out from within his body, it set off a huge wave.

thump—

thump—

"Blood Rage Fist."

The capillaries on Jiang Ran's body could not withstand the violent blood turbulence and burst, and the blood instantly soaked his clothes.

A piercing roar sounded in Bai Feng's ears. The only scene he could see was Yan Qiren falling to the ground and a figure crashing into him in the blood rain formed after the Demon Blood Sword shattered.

The sharp howl penetrated the thick blood mist barrier, and the mockery on Bai Feng's face turned into shock again.

What is this? What is this?!

Is this the kind of power that humans can possess?

Bai Feng discovered that his eyesight, which had been enhanced by the magic energy, could clearly see the trajectory of Yan Qiren's attacks, but now he couldn't even catch Jiang Ran's afterimage.

The afterimages that kept flashing in his eyes instantly threw down countless fist shadows, each of which carried the force of wind and thunder, accompanied by a hair-raising sound of breaking wind.

Bai Feng frantically activated the blood mist tentacles, attacking in all directions randomly, but none of the attacks could provide any real sense of touch, and all fell into nothing.

What made Bai Feng feel relieved was that even with such a terrifying punch, when it landed within the blood mist around him, it could only send a faint sense of touch, preventing him from even moving his body.

It was not until this moment that he understood what the words of the person who taught him the Māra Sutra meant.

"Even a martial arts master is still a mortal."

After mastering the Māra Sutra, he naturally transcends the world and is superior to all other people in the world.

How can the attacks of lowly mortals break through the blood barrier of Demon Luo?

"He is just a mortal. He will die if he wants to. Why are you so angry?"

Although Bai Feng was determined to make Jiang Ran look bad, for some psychological reason, he tightened the Demon Blood Mist even more while trying to win over the enemy.

"Why don't you just stop here, and we can make peace. When I swallow up the world and become an immortal, I will give you a chance to be an immortal."

Apart from the non-stop sound of wind-breaking fists, there was no other response.

Bai Feng was completely out of patience now. He felt that this man was like a madman. How long could such a horrible consumption of physical energy last? When the other party was exhausted, he would have the final say on how to roll him into a ball or flatten him.

"Give up. The Demon Blood Barrier is a true immortal technique. Even if you are a hundred times stronger, it will be in vain."

The fist paused, and just when Bai Feng looked up happily, thinking that Jiang Ran had exhausted his strength and it was his turn to perform, he suddenly heard a voice in his ears, as if a breath was carrying a hot air wave.

"When the Yan Qiren dies, you and the millions of people in Yanshan will be buried with him."

When Jiang Ran realized that the surging spiritual energy of heaven and earth was gradually becoming inaccessible as Yan Qiren's vitality faded, he suddenly raised his head and blood trickled down his face.

He smiled in a somewhat embarrassed manner, a kind of embarrassment of being abandoned by the future and of his own miscalculation.

It should have been the destined future for Yan Qi to cross Yanshan alone on horseback.

However, under the influence of his tribulation period, he died in his destined future.

What is this? Are you saying that he is not even as good as a mortal in this corrupt world?

Was it a satire on what he had been adhering to and practicing for hundreds of years, yet was helpless in the face of such a ridiculous opponent?

Jiang Ran laughed silently, then his eyes suddenly turned cold. He tapped the acupuncture points all over his body with his fingers, and each word he tapped sounded as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Xiu, Sheng, Shang, Du, Jing, Si, Jing."

"Eight-door-hole-"

"open!!"

With a shocking shout, the whites of Jiang Ran's eyes were completely covered in crimson.

Blood mixed with lung fragments spurted out of his mouth, and then a circle of air waves spread out from under his feet.

The floor exploded into thousands of pieces, which were swept into the air by the air wave.

"It's no use..." Bai Feng raised his hand to cover his eyes. As he expected, the surging gray-white air waves spread along the blood mist around his body.

Before he could finish his words, he heard a terrifying noise like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting. Then in front of him, beside him, and even wherever he could see, there were fists everywhere.

The wind and rain were violent and the waves were huge, with ten punches, a hundred punches, or even thousands of punches.

Jiang Ran seemed to have transformed into thunder and lightning, intending to devour everything.

The moment Bai Feng uttered these four words, the blood mist had been stirred up by the fist shadow, and then it was tightened inch by inch.

Bai Feng also saw the shrinking range of the Demonic Blood Barrier. He felt that he could no longer see anything, only afterimages kept flashing in front of him.

As the area covered by the blood mist became smaller and smaller, Bai Feng finally realized that his body was being beaten back by the impact force under the endless attack.

A moment passed, and the pressure reached a point that he could no longer ignore.

Bai Feng felt a little panicked. He wanted to control the blood mist to break through Jiang Ran's blockade and escape, but he found that the blood mist, which he could control at will, seemed to have shrunk to the surface of his skin and could not extend at all.

Cracks appeared on every inch of Jiang Ran's skin, like dry earth cracking bit by bit.

There was no intention of stopping in his eyes, he only punched and landed.

bang——

There was a loud bang, and the blood mist on Bai Feng's body finally couldn't withstand this unparalleled force, and was knocked back by a punch.

While his body was still in the air, he was knocked back by a punch from behind.

He was like a tennis ball that could not land on the ground, being held firmly in the air by endless fist shadows, bearing the power to destroy everything.

Until the blood mist on his body began to fade, even though he still couldn't control his body, fear still spread in his eyes.

"Rare..."

He opened his mouth with great difficulty amid the whistling wind, and just as he uttered half a word, he was punched by hundreds of punches that completely pierced through the blood mist, and another punch smashed his head.

Even so, Jiang Ran did not stop his actions. He swooped down from the sky, smashing his head into a ball of blood foam, and even blasted Bai Feng's body into meat paste inch by inch.

Even as the ball of flesh fell to the ground, Jiang Ran, who was tireless, continued to punch it into the floor, drilling through the soil without stopping.

"Master Jiang, Hero Yan seems to be..."

bang——

After a roar, billowing smoke and dust spread in all directions.

Jiang Ran was standing in a huge deep pit with blood gushing out of his body, and suddenly turned around.