Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

At midnight, the moonlight sprinkled on the ground like water, and the mountains in the distance vaguely showed their outlines. Deep in the dense forest, Lin Fan sat cross-legged on a rock, holding the Qiankun Axe lightly in both hands, closing his eyes to rest. The night breeze was slightly cool, carrying a hint of the murderous atmosphere before the battle. The roar of the beasts in the woods gradually subsided, as if they were also alert to some impending danger.

Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps came from a distance, approaching quickly and silently. Ye Wuhen appeared in front of Lin Fan like a phantom, and whispered: "Brother Lin, the enemy is coming, there are about a dozen of them, and their cultivation is not weak. The leader is the Blood Cloud Ancestor."

Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He nodded without any panic, and said in a deep voice: "Very good, everyone prepare for battle!"

Then, Lin Fan's voice was transmitted to the ears of each of his companions through his divine thoughts. Jin Buke drew out his long sword, and the sword blade flashed coldly in the moonlight, like a cold wave of water. Zhong Ling'er and Jiang Shuiling stood behind the formation, their hands had already formed complex seals, and as their gestures changed, vines and stones slowly moved, laying out an exquisite defensive formation, as if the dense forest itself had become their weapon.

Not long after, a group of figures appeared at the edge of the dense forest. The leader was none other than the Blood Cloud Ancestor, and behind him followed several cultivators, each with a strong murderous intent in their eyes. Each of these cultivators was above the Nascent Soul stage, with a strong aura, and their pressure was like an invisible mountain pressing down on the land.

The Blood Cloud Patriarch stood at the front of the team, wearing a blood-red robe, and the top of the black scepter in his hand was inlaid with a blood-red gem, which shone with a strange luster under the moonlight. He took a deep breath, and slammed the scepter to the ground. A blood-colored spiritual power wave instantly spread out, shaking the surrounding trees.

"Lin Fan, come out and die!" The Blood Cloud Ancestor shouted sternly. His voice was filled with strong murderous intent, as if he wanted to tear the night sky apart.

"Oh, why are you so anxious?" Lin Fan's voice came from the depths of the dense forest, cold and steady. The next moment, Lin Fan's figure appeared in front of the Blood Cloud Ancestor like a ghost, and the Qiankun Axe slashed down with a sharp gust of wind. The axe light was like a golden lightning, tearing the night sky.

The Blood Cloud Patriarch's face changed slightly, and he suddenly held the scepter across his chest. A blood-red light suddenly burst out, turning into a blood-red shield to block him. The Qiankun Axe hit the shield heavily, making a loud bang. The powerful impact made the Blood Cloud Patriarch retreat several steps, and his legs sank deeply into the soft soil.

"What are you still standing there for? Come on!" The Blood Cloud Ancestor shouted angrily, his eyes full of murderous intent and disdain, as if he was extremely angry about the fact that he had retreated a few steps.

Following his order, the monks behind him immediately rushed towards Lin Fan. However, as soon as they stepped into the dense forest, they triggered the formation set up by Zhong Ling'er. Countless vines sprang up from the ground and tightly wrapped around them like living things. Those monks were shocked and struggled desperately, but the vines were as unbreakable as iron chains, and the more they struggled, the tighter they became.

"It's my turn!" Jin Buke sneered, and his figure flashed in front of the entangled monks like lightning. The long sword in his hand turned into a silver light and slashed down suddenly. The sword light flashed, blood splattered, and several monks fell to the ground screaming.

Seeing this, the Blood Cloud Ancestor's eyes flashed with fear and anger. He didn't expect that Lin Fan's team was so strong and had already set a trap for them. He knew that if they didn't change the situation quickly, they would be in great danger this time.

"Don't even think about succeeding!" The Blood Cloud Ancestor gritted his teeth and shouted angrily. The blood-colored gem on the scepter suddenly burst into a dazzling light. A strong bloody smell instantly spread out and turned into a huge blood-colored ghost, pouncing towards Lin Fan with fangs and claws.

Lin Fan snorted coldly, and swung the Qiankun Axe violently. A ray of golden light instantly chopped the bloody ghost into pieces. The axe blade, with unparalleled power, went straight to the face of the Blood Cloud Ancestor.

At this moment, Blood Cloud Patriarch suddenly roared, and several cultivators behind him each took out a black talisman and crushed it. In an instant, the spiritual power between heaven and earth was turbulent, and the air seemed to become heavy, and a repressive force rose from the ground. It was a teleportation talisman, and several cultivators used the talisman to instantly move to the vicinity of Lin Fan, forming a siege.

Lin Fan's face darkened slightly, knowing that these cultivators were extraordinary, and his fighting spirit rose. But at this moment, the scepter in the hands of the Blood Cloud Ancestor was raised high again, and blood rushed towards Lin Fan like a tide, surrounding him.

"Blood Sea Purgatory!" Blood Cloud Patriarch shouted fiercely, and the blood light turned into a sea of ​​blood, engulfing Lin Fan. Countless blood-red skulls emerged from the sea of ​​blood, and pounced on Lin Fan with a grim smile, trying to tear him to pieces.

Lin Fan's heart trembled, knowing that his opponent was serious this time. He no longer held back, and swung the Qiankun Axe in his hand violently, and the golden axe light split a sky-high crack in the sea of ​​blood. However, the crack was instantly filled with more blood, as if it was endless, and no matter how he attacked, he could not completely tear through the sea of ​​blood.

"Brother Lin!" Jiang Shuiling's face turned pale when she saw this scene. She and Zhong Ling'er tried their best to activate the formation, trying to seal the sea of ​​blood inside the formation, but the power of the Blood Cloud Ancestor was too strong. The formation was constantly impacted, and the vines and stones broke one after another.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ye Wuhen rushed towards the Blood Cloud Patriarch like lightning, and the flying sword in his hand turned into a stream of light and pierced his throat. However, the Blood Cloud Patriarch sneered, and the scepter moved slightly, and a blood-colored shield blocked Ye Wuhen's attack.

"Hmph, a mere trifle!" Ancestor Xueyun snorted coldly, and blood light in his hand surged, knocking Ye Wuhen several feet away.

Lin Fan was trapped in the sea of ​​blood at the moment, and he knew that he had to get out of it as soon as possible, otherwise the situation would become increasingly unfavorable. He gritted his teeth, formed seals with both hands, and the spiritual power in his body circulated frantically. Then, the Chaos Tower shot out from his sea of ​​consciousness and hovered above his head.

"Chaos Tower, suppress everything!"

Lin Fan shouted, and the Chaos Tower suddenly grew larger. Ancient runes were engraved on the tower, emitting an eternal pressure. The Chaos Tower suddenly fell down and smashed directly into the sea of ​​blood. As the Chaos Tower fell, the sea of ​​blood began to shake violently, as if it was suppressed by an irresistible force.

"What kind of magic weapon is this!" The moment Blood Cloud Patriarch saw the Chaos Tower, his face changed drastically. He felt an irresistible sense of oppression, as if he was facing the origin of heaven and earth, and his soul was trembling.

The Chaos Tower continued to press down, and the blood-colored skulls in the sea of ​​blood were crushed one after another, emitting shrill screams. The entire sea of ​​blood quickly dissipated under the pressure of chaos, turning into blood mist and being absorbed by the Chaos Tower. Lin Fan reappeared from the sea of ​​blood, his body shining with golden light, like a god of war descending. His eyes flashed with a cold light, and his gaze was firmly fixed on the Blood Cloud Ancestor.

The face of Blood Cloud Ancestor was extremely pale. He obviously did not expect that the "Blood Sea Purgatory" that he was so proud of would be broken in such a short time. He retreated, trying to distance himself from Lin Fan, but the pressure of the Chaos Tower followed him like a shadow, leaving him nowhere to escape.

"Do you think you can take my life with these evil techniques?" Lin Fan snorted coldly and raised the Qiankun Axe in his hand again. Powerful spiritual power was injected into the axe blade, and the axe edge became brighter, like the rising sun, illuminating the dark forest.

Ancestor Xueyun knew that he could not just sit there and wait for death. He gritted his teeth and roared, the spiritual power in his body surged wildly, and the scepter in his hand emitted the last ray of light, condensing into a huge blood-red shield, blocking in front of him.

"Go to hell!" Lin Fan shouted, and the Qiankun Axe chopped down with earth-shaking force. The axe blade tore through the air and collided with the blood-colored shield, causing a loud earth-shaking noise. The huge spiritual power wave spread out, breaking all the surrounding trees in half, and the ground cracked with countless cracks.

The blood-colored shield lasted less than a moment under the axe of Qiankun Axe before it shattered. The axe blade continued to move forward, pressing directly against the face of Blood Cloud Ancestor. A trace of despair flashed in Blood Cloud Ancestor's eyes, and before he could launch a final counterattack, he was split in half by the axe, and blood was spilled on the spot.

In the dense forest, the corpse of the Blood Cloud Ancestor fell down. The surrounding cultivators looked ashen. They thought they could easily defeat Lin Fan with their advantages in numbers and cultivation, but they didn't expect the situation to be reversed in such a short time. Their eyes were filled with fear, and they began to hesitate whether to continue the attack.

"Hurry up!" One of the monks shouted and turned to run away first. However, Ye Wuhen's speed was much faster than theirs. He appeared in front of the monks like a ghost, and the flying sword in his hand turned into a silver lightning and cut down in an instant. The sword flashed, blood splattered, and the monks fell to the ground screaming.

Zhong Ling'er and Jiang Shuiling did not relax their vigilance either. They continued to activate the formation. Vines and stones shuttled through the dense forest like living things, tripping and entangled those monks who tried to escape. Jin Buke followed behind and killed them one by one.

In just a few moments, all the enemies in the dense forest were wiped out, and the battle was declared over. Lin Fan slowly put away the Qiankun Axe, and the Chaos Tower gradually shrank, turning into a ray of light and returning to his sea of ​​consciousness. The air around him was filled with a bloody smell, and broken bodies lay on the ground in all directions. The night wind blew, bringing a hint of coolness.

Jin Buke walked up to Lin Fan and sneered, "It seems that the leaders of Cangmang Province still underestimated us."

Lin Fan nodded, his eyes still stern: "They won't give up. There may be stronger enemies coming to retaliate next. We must always remain vigilant and not let down our guard."

Jiang Shuiling's eyes flashed with worry. She stepped forward and said softly, "Brother Lin, you just used the Chaos Tower to suppress the blood sea. It seems that you have consumed a lot of spiritual energy. We need to find a safe place to rest."

"Miss Jiang is right," Zhong Ling'er nodded. "Although the enemy was repelled, we also lost a lot of resources. We need to be fully prepared in case more enemies arrive."

Lin Fan looked at his teammates, and seeing the determination and unflinching expressions on their faces, a warm current surged in his heart. He took a deep breath and nodded: "Everyone, along the way, we have experienced countless battles, and each time we were on the verge of life and death, but it is precisely because of this that we can constantly break through ourselves and become stronger."

He looked into the distance, his eyes burning with a raging fighting spirit: "Cangmang Province is just the beginning. No matter how many enemies come next, we will face them head-on and never retreat!"

Jin Buk showed a hint of sneer at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with anticipation of fighting: "That's right, let them come, we will use victory to show them what a real strong man is!"

Ye Wuhen didn't say anything, but the determination and resolve in his eyes said it all. They walked together, and although there were many dangers, he knew that Lin Fan was a person worth following. For the sake of their beliefs and the goals in their hearts, no matter how powerful the enemy in front of them was, they would not retreat.

"In that case, let's go to the village to rest for a while." Lin Fan said, he turned to look at Jiang Shuiling and Zhong Ling'er, "Next we need to work more closely together. Ling'er's formation and Miss Jiang's elemental power played a key role in the battle."

Zhong Ling'er chuckled and said, "Brother Lin, don't worry. We will definitely do a good job of assisting and prevent the enemy from getting close again."

Jiang Shuiling also nodded in response, her eyes showing a hint of tenderness, but also a firm light: "Yes, we have proven our abilities, and the road ahead will definitely become wider and wider."

Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction, and then led everyone to quickly evacuate the dense forest and head towards the village. Along the way, they remained highly alert, and Ye Wuhen kept patrolling back and forth in front and behind the team to ensure that there were no enemies following them.

After returning to the village, the villagers all showed awe. After the previous battle, they already knew that Lin Fan and his teammates were very powerful. Those strong men who came to encircle and suppress them were defeated one by one, but Lin Fan and his team were unscathed. Such strength made people have to admire it.

Lin Fan and his teammates found a secluded place in the village and settled down. They sat cross-legged on the ground and began to recover their consumed spiritual energy. Zhong Ling'er and Jiang Shuiling each took out a few spiritual stones and placed their hands on their knees. The spiritual stones gradually dimmed in their hands, and spiritual energy continued to flow into their bodies.

Jin Buke held the sword and closed his eyes in meditation, the sword intent was looming in his body, and it was obvious that he had a new understanding in the previous battle. Ye Wuhen leaned against an old tree with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was relaxing his tense nerves.

Lin Fan sat cross-legged in the center, his eyes deep, feeling the power of the Chaos Tower flowing through his body. Although the Chaos Tower consumed a huge amount of power just now, it is one of the most mysterious treasures in the world after all, and its recovery speed is far faster than other magic weapons. Lin Fan silently practiced the skills, and the spiritual power rushed through his meridians, and his body was gradually filled with new power.