The Secret Way of Immortality

The puppet's target was the soul grasped in Song Zongwu's hand, clearly intending to prevent him from examining its memories.

Ren Qing's expression was uncertain, his right hand gripping the large Miaodao tightly.

His double pupils rotated, allowing him to see numerous flaws in the puppet, and he sensed that its physique was even inferior to when it was alive.

The puppet was already half a meter away from Song Zongwu, its right arm extending weakly to grab him.

Clang!!!

Ren Qing drew the large Miaodao from his back, its sharp edge flashing across the room.

He gradually increased the frequency of his steps, but maintained his speed at the level of an ordinary martial artist.

Large stride, slash, retreat.

Ren Qing's movements were extremely decisive and efficient, as if every move had been planned in advance, even creating distance while swinging his blade.

The puppet's arm was severed at the root, falling to the ground and turning into mud.

It seems like there's not much danger after all?

Ren Qing was slightly incredulous, but his attacks became more proactive, constantly slashing his blade while twisting and turning.

The puppet had already been dismembered into eight pieces.

However, Ren Qing did not sheathe his large Miaodao; instead, his expression became solemn.

The mud reassembled into a human shape, mimicking Ren Qing's movements in a lifelike manner, appearing somewhat ridiculous.

To make matters worse, there was a loud noise outside the Si Bu Zhai, indicating that the Warden soldiers had likely entered, only to be blocked by unknown means.

"Either end the battle before the Warden soldiers arrive, or interrupt Song Zongwu in time."

Ren Qing realized that the puppet still posed no threat, so he switched to wielding the blade with both hands, the blade scraping against the ground, creating a piercing sound.

The blade pierced through the puppet like a spear.

But the puppet seemed immortal, reassembling with a form that more closely resembled Ren Qing, and its difficulty increased further.

"Damn it, what kind of techniques does that restricted area possess, and why are they so bizarre when combined?!"

Ren Qing dared not hesitate too much, slashing the puppet into pieces with each strike.

The two were entangled in a fierce battle, and on the surface, the puppet still had no power to retaliate, but its reassembly speed was accelerating.

Ren Qing was facing a tireless enemy, and it could seemingly become stronger without limit during battle, making it extremely troublesome.

Before long, wounds began to appear on his body.

If it were someone else, they might lose their composure and fall into a disadvantage.

But Ren Qing became even more focused, the rotation speed of his double pupils breaking through the limit, and wolf fur gradually grew on his legs.

Because he discovered the benefits of the battle, Ren Qing was also improving through combat, and the Divine Foot Scripture was becoming thoroughly mastered.

Anyway, if things got really bad, he could just interrupt Song Zongwu; he only needed to swing his blade without any worries.

Ren Qing was immersed in the battle, and the feeling of being able to improve with every breath made him feel refreshed and happy; he had even forgotten the pain from his wounds.

As time passed, although the large Miaodao could no longer harm the puppet, he was still invincible by predicting the enemy's moves.

But Ren Qing did not realize that the puppet was already showing signs of mutation.

Roar!!!

The puppet transformed into a werewolf, exuding an extremely strong aura.

Ren Qing retreated several steps and came back to his senses, only to realize that the puppet had copied his Divine Foot Scripture, and even taken it a step further.

Upon seeing this, he wanted to interrupt Song Zongwu, but his double pupils noticed something strange.

The puppet's aura seemed to have reached the peak of the Half-Corpse Realm, but in reality, it was like rootless water, its body turned into firewood burning with flames.

It would collapse in ten breaths at most...

Ren Qing raised his blade and stood in front of the puppet.

Bang!!!

The puppet turned into a blur, striking Ren Qing's chest with a claw, cracks spreading across his ribs, sending him flying.

The puppet refocused on Song Zongwu and immediately sprinted towards him.

Ren Qing knew that the puppet could not harm Song Zongwu; its purpose was to prevent the memories in the soul from being retrieved.

Reason told him not to be impulsive, but his body made the opposite decision.

Ren Qing adjusted his posture in mid-air, allowing himself to be in a balanced state.

Then, his legs pushed against the wall, the werewolf transformation covering his lower body, and the large Miaodao was returned to its scabbard.

Seven breaths left.

He could vaguely hear heavier footsteps outside, indicating that the Warden soldiers were gradually approaching.

Ren Qing only had one chance to strike; if the puppet did not die, he would inevitably suffer serious injuries.

Without the slightest hesitation, he briefly gathered his strength and then burst forth.

His figure chased after the puppet.

In the vision of his double pupils, the speed of time had been reduced several times, and he could even see every hair on the puppet's body.

The large Miaodao was drawn.

Ren Qing brushed past the puppet.

He appeared ten meters away, wrapping the large Miaodao with cloth while facing away from the puppet, and skillfully stopped the bleeding from his wounds.

Behind him, a large head soared into the sky, rolling a few times on the ground.

The puppet was still unwilling to give up, thinking of gathering itself, but its body had already begun to collapse, turning to ashes in the blink of an eye.

A moment later, a large hole was broken in the wall, and a three-meter-tall muscular giant stepped in.

Almost simultaneously, Song Zongwu opened his eyes, his face full of lingering gloom, his expression extremely frightening.

As soon as he awoke, he knocked Ren Qing unconscious, mainly because he didn't want him to interfere, so as not to put him in danger.

The muscular giant looked around and directly ignored Ren Qing, turning his gaze to Song Zongwu.

"Old Song, so much fanfare, and yet there isn't even a strange object..."

Whoosh!!!

A long sword came at a tricky angle, directly piercing the muscular giant's neck, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

The muscular giant's wound healed on its own, recovering most of it in a few breaths.

"Did I hear something about a strange object?"

Bai Guniang stepped into the room from the hole, conveniently pulling the long sword out of the wall and returning it to its scabbard.

The muscular giant smiled sheepishly and said nothing, obediently waiting for Song Zongwu to speak.

Song Zongwu pondered for a moment and said, "How many Warden soldiers are still in Sanxiang City now?"

The muscular giant said, "Apart from the Warden soldiers stationed in the southeast, northwest, and north districts, there are a total of... in the yamen..."

He suddenly realized something, and his expression became serious.

"The numbers are wrong."

Song Zongwu said in a calm tone, "Seven people are trapped and have died in the restricted area."

"How long has it been?"

"At least a month."

Bai Guniang rarely expressed an opinion: "Is it time to prepare to collect their corpses?"

Song Zongwu sighed deeply and said, "First, seal off the area near the restricted area, and then find an opportunity to take out the core strange object inside, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable."

The muscular giant nodded and asked, "Do the yamen's classics record the name of this restricted area?"

"No, but I already know what kind of technique constitutes the core of the restricted area."

"Calamity Elimination Art, this restricted area is called the Calamity Elimination Restricted Area."

"Calamity Elimination Art..."

Bai Guniang couldn't help but mutter a few times; she seemed to have heard of it as well.

[Calamity Elimination Art]

[Created by ***, those who cultivate this art must be Heavenly Lone Stars, born to kill their parents; anyone who gets close to them will surely die tragically. After cultivation, they can erase their own existence, thereby eliminating disasters.]

The cultivator who created the technique was nameless and unknown to anyone.

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