C4 Old man

Hong Ling's Primordial Spirit was quickly moving forward in the passage they had created. His body constantly flashed, and in a few jumps, he had already traveled a long distance.

In the spatial and temporal pressure of the void tunnel, his Primordial Spirit was on the verge of collapsing. Hong Ling clenched his teeth and endured.

The Primordial Spirit's power was already a type of mystical soul power, and now that it circulated within his Primordial Spirit's meridian points, it actually began to expand like a snowball. It became more and more powerful, and forced the spatial and temporal power that had invaded the Primordial Spirit out of his body.

"This Primordial Spirit power is really mysterious!" Hong Ling clenched his illusory fists, he was extremely excited.

In the vast sky, there were countless stars. Hong Ling's Primordial Spirit appeared from within the shattered void, and like a meteor, it quickly fell into a dense forest.

Even though he had used the body of a Primordial Spirit to circulate the《 Jiuzhuan Profound Technique》 and barely managed to withstand the impact of the spatial and temporal turbulence, the huge consumption of soul energy had still made it difficult for him. At this time, his Primordial Spirit was dim and his consciousness was a little blurry.

A gigantic vortex instantly appeared in front of his eyes. Before Hong Ling could regain his senses, he quickly swallowed his Primordial Spirit.

"What's going on?"

When Hong Ling opened his eyes again, he discovered that his body was currently wet. And he could feel that his body had actually shrunk.

He touched his own face, then his own arms, and even lowered his head to look at his crotch.

There was no doubt that Hong Ling was certain that he had completed the reincarnation process. Moreover, his body was being corroded by another drop of the ancestor's blood, and was almost completely transformed by the vampire.

"How could the transformation of the Blood of the Ancestor be completed so quickly?"

Hong Ling looked at his mind. The drop of dark red Ancestral Blood was intertwined with a golden pupil, continuously corroding it and transforming it.

Legend has it that in the depths of the human brain, there is a third eye, the legendary Heavenly Eye. The sixth sense of a human comes from this.

Once one's fate had evolved again and left the trajectory of the heavenly dao, one would turn into a Divine Substance. From now on, one's fate would be in their own hands, and there would be no way to predict the future.

Of course, to turn one's fate into that of a Divine Substance, the pain one had to endure would completely exceed the limits of what an ordinary person could endure.

In the process of turning his fate into a Divine Substance, it was actually destructive, and could endanger his soul. If it was serious, his soul might even dissipate.

To the current Hong Ling, the destructive power produced by the formation of Divine Substance would not pose much of a threat to his soul.

His soul was already a powerful Primordial Spirit and his body had already been turned into a vampire by the Blood of the Ancestral Founder during the period of time his soul was in deep sleep. At this moment, Hong Ling was waiting for the Divine Substance to form and fall out of his sea of consciousness.

Each of them only had one Heaven's Eye in their entire lives. Hong Ling originally thought that he had already used one Heaven's Eye before, and would never be able to condense another one in his life.

But he forgot, at this moment, his body was in his second life, so he obtained a second Divine Substance.

Once he used this second Divine Substance and completed his transformation into the ancestor's body, his cultivation of the [Jiuzhuan Profound Technique] would no longer be a barrier to him. When he thought of this, he could not help but laugh out loud.

When the woman, who was dashing through the forest, heard the happy laughter of a baby, a trace of love flashed in her eyes.

There was blood at the corner of her mouth and tears in her eyes. Her exceptional face was filled with sadness.

A figure quickly flashed and appeared by her side. She saw that his previously fluttering white clothes had already been dyed red with blood. Tears flowed from her eyes.

"Darling, is your injury serious?"

She trembled as she reached out her hand, gently pressing it against the man's back. Her fair palm circulated with energy, as she continuously sent Authentic Qi into his body to help heal his injuries, and also replenished his consumed Authentic Qi.

Xue'er, I'm fine, don't waste any more Authentic Qi s for me, you just gave birth to Lin'er, you've consumed too much of your blood, if you continue to extend my life like this, I'm afraid my foundation will be damaged!

The man smiled elegantly and lovingly wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her with him as he continuously leaped through the air into the depths of the forest.

Not far behind them, a group of masked black-clothed people looked at each other, looking at the dozen or so companions who were half-kneeling on the ground, tightly clutching their throats.

The men were half-kneeling, trying to cover the spray of blood from their throats with their hands, but it was futile.

Hot blood oozed out of their fingers like a flood. They held onto their necks tightly, and the heads on their shoulders suddenly fell backwards, leaving behind only headless corpses that were spurting blood.

"As expected of the number one marquis in the Chu Army. He was able to kill dozens of our brothers in a row even though he was severely injured. We can't let him live!"

A leader in black stood up, the long sword in his hand unsheathed with a clang, flashing coldly in the fragmented sunlight.

"Hong Qing, as one of the Twins of the Great Chu Empire, and also from the Great Chu Royal Clan, is naturally a peerless Heaven's Pride. In the entire world, people like him, who are considered top-notch, are few in number!"

"Moreover, his wife, Shang Xue, is also a top martial artist, her cultivation is unfathomable. If it were not for the two of them forcibly activating the Heavenly Fate Rankings in the Great Chu and getting heavily injured by the legendary Ghost Xiong Sword, we would not have been so easily injured!"

"Rumor has it that his wife, Shang Xue, comes from a powerful underworld clan. I wonder if that's true or not!"

The group of people quickly flew past the treetops. It was as if countless streaks of black lightning were piercing through the sky. Their interweaving tyrannical auras created a storm in the sky, bringing with it a monstrous killing intent.

Hong Qing quickly moved his body, the Qi around his body revolved unceasingly, he looked at the majestic wave of Qi behind him, the killing intent in his eyes rising once again.

His figure flashed, and he had already dashed backwards. The pitch-black longsword in his hand hummed as it flowed with a dense, cold light.

He did not make any unnecessary movements, as if he was a ghost from hell. The long sword in his hand slashed, and he fiercely swung out a majestic arc of sword Qi.

Chi. The two men in black who were charging at the front suddenly stopped. They lowered their heads in disbelief. When they saw the blood flowing out from their stomachs, their bodies slanted and their upper torsos fell from their waists, landing heavily on the ground.

"Hmph. A group of jumping clowns actually dare to be impudent in front of me. Do you really think I don't dare to kill people?"

Hong Qing snorted coldly, turned and continued to rush forward, he knew that he did not have much time left.

Shang Xue stood silently on the treetops with her arms wrapped around her baby, smiling sweetly as she watched the man return.

The pair of husband and wife moved once again, raising their speed to the limit as they continued to rush towards the dense forest.

The group of men in black looked at each other in dismay, looking at the two leaders lying in a pool of blood.

"Two adults who are at the peak of the Void Refinement Realm are actually no match for the severely injured Marquis one and the other. This legendary Marquis who is one of the champion of Great Chu Empire, just how strong was he at the peak?"

All the men in black stared ahead in shock. The two figures had already disappeared.

"The mission is over. Everyone from the Lingxiao Pavilion, listen up. This mission has been cancelled. I will report this to the upper echelons of the organization. They will explain the entire purpose of this mission!"

A man in black stood up and said. This caused all the men in black to be overjoyed, and they all rushed out of the forest.

The champion, Hong Qing, was just too terrifying. Even these top assassins were terrified.

The Soaring Sky Pavilion, which had been rampaging across the continent for so long, had never thought about the current situation. Two legendary assassins had been killed in a single blow, and more than half of their elite troops had been killed.

In a teahouse outside the forest, an old man was leisurely sipping on some bad tea. His messy beard was stained with muddy tea, which was hanging down wet.

At this moment, the expression in his eyes turned serious, as if he felt some dissatisfaction. He let out a long sigh.

He stood up and put a golden leaf on the table. The old man picked up the porcelain tea bowl and sipped on it as he walked.

The two burly men stared at the golden leaf on the table with burning gazes. They looked at each other, picked up the large saber leaning against the table and quietly followed.

"Sigh, people of today, truly do not have a human heart!"

The old man let out a long sigh and staggered into the jungle without another word.

Chi. The two brawny men suddenly stopped in their tracks. They wanted to move forward, but they realized that they were unable to do so no matter what. A thin line of blood was spreading from their brows and down the bridge of their nose.

A burly man wanted to say something, but blood gushed out from his body in an instant. It was as if he was choking on air, making him look extremely ferocious.

With a pfft, he finally spat out that air current that made him feel even more depressed, and then his body instantly split into two halves.

The people standing on the side gasped in shock. They looked at the two big men's corpses as if they had been split open by an invisible giant axe. Their eyes couldn't help trembling.

The old man leisurely walked through the forest with a teacup in his hand. As he leisurely strolled, he suddenly stopped after walking for a few hundred feet in a single step. A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes as he looked at the assassins of the Lingxiao Pavilion resting at the edge of the forest.

"Your Breaking Heaven Pavilion is truly untrustworthy. This isn't good!"

Disappointed, he waved his hand in the middle of the bowl. The entire bowl was split into two along with the tea. The turbid tea was blocked by an invisible force and didn't flow out.

Picking up half a cup of tea with his right hand, the old man lowered his head and took a sip.

The assassins in black quickly formed a formation, their hair standing on end. They looked at the old man with fear in their eyes.

"Sigh, die then. I don't want to see all of you losing your interest in drinking tea here!"

The old man nagged while the half bowl of tea in his left hand slowly fell down. The flowing tea turned into a long river and rolled towards all the men in black.

All the assassins couldn't move their bodies. They were completely submerged in the tea. That small, inferior tea bowl was like a huge river, swallowing everything they saw.

Looking at the killer who was struggling in the teacup with satisfaction, the old man extended a finger from his left hand and tapped lightly on the river. Crack crack crack. The entire river instantly froze.

With a casual wave of his hand, that river of ice instantly turned into a translucent ice awl. The old man grabbed it and threw it into his mouth.

Beng! The old man gently bit down on his remaining yellow teeth. Instantly, that icicle was shattered into pieces and he chewed it into pieces before swallowing it.

"The weather is so hot!"

Letting out a long breath of cold air, the old man wiped his face with a dirty towel that was draped over his shoulder. Satisfied, he put the towel back on his shoulder and bent over to pick up the half bowl of tea that had been thrown on the ground.

He took a deep breath and blew at the dust on the porcelain bowl. Then, he put it into his mouth and bit down on it. With a "kacha" sound, a clear chewing sound rang out. Then, it slowly resounded through the dense forest.

The old man slowly gnawed on half of the porcelain bowl on his left hand while carrying half a cup of tea in his right hand. He then unsteadily walked into the depths of the forest.