Chapter 179: Refining the Heart in the Fallen Fairyland

Meanwhile, on Zhang Qianmo and Song He Song's side.

One was a Late Stage Foundation Establishment, and the other was a Golden Core Middle Stage.

Although Zhang Qianmo's Realm was lower, the Cultivation Technique he cultivated was far more exquisite than Song He Song's, not by a small margin.

Moreover, the Magical Artifacts in his hand were far superior to the opponent's.

Therefore, the two were evenly matched for a time.

And as Li Fan slowly gained the upper hand, the situation seemed to be developing in a direction favorable to the two Zixiao Sect members.

"Brother Song, the situation seems a bit bad!" one of the people besieging Li Fan shouted loudly.

"Fellow Daoist Song, don't hesitate, quickly activate the great formation!" Chu Liang also shouted.

A flicker of hesitation crossed Song He Song's face.

Then a hint of ferocity appeared.

He retreated sharply, and his blood-colored longsword transformed into a large bell, enveloping Zhang Qianmo within it.

A look of madness appeared in his eyes, and he clapped his hands down towards Ningyuan City below.

In Ningyuan City, the screams and cries of Mortals immediately echoed.

Li Fan saw countless almost solidified blood-colored Evil Qi soar into the sky, arriving beside Song He Song.

Within the blood-light, there were many agonizing and distorted faces.

Song He Song grabbed this mass of blood-color and poured it into the blood-colored great bell.

Countless faces wailed as they rushed towards Zhang Qianmo.

Zhang Qianmo's expression changed, and purple Qi protected his body, attempting to block them.

But it was useless.

One after another, blood-colored faces rushed into Zhang Qianmo's mind, and he immediately stood frozen on the spot, his facial expression constantly changing.

Sometimes in pain, sometimes revealing a strange smile.

Seeing that Zhang Qianmo was temporarily trapped, Song He Song looked over at Li Fan.

Li Fan inwardly thought, "This isn't good."

But Chu Liang and the other two intensified their attacks desperately, holding Li Fan back, preventing him from escaping.

Song He Song arrived in an instant.

One Golden Core Middle Stage, three Late Stage Foundation Establishment.

Under their combined assault, Li Fan only held on for a moment before he was already severely wounded.

"It seems this first exploration trip into the Fallen Immortal Realm is about to end here."

As his injuries worsened and his consciousness blurred, illusory whispers seemed to reach his ears.

Faint murmurs, rustling. Sometimes urgent, sometimes slow.

Like wails, like roars.

But the specific content could not be discerned.

Not long after, Li Fan could no longer hold on and resist.

Song He Song's blood-colored giant palm slammed heavily onto Li Fan's head.

"Bang!"

Li Fan's head burst open like a watermelon.

With his body destroyed, according to common sense, Li Fan should have returned to the real world at this point.

But…

He fell into a peculiar state.

The remaining core of his Divine Sense, like a black hole, slowly devoured Li Chen, who served as his body.

There were no lingering memories of Li Chen.

Only a pure Divine Sense energy was gradually absorbed by Li Fan.

The noise in his ears grew louder.

The soft whispers turned into indescribable roars.

Negative emotions such as anger, fear, and sorrow surged like a tsunami in an instant.

Threatening to engulf Li Fan.

But Li Fan's mind was like a rock by the sea, unmoving.

Because what drove all this was precisely what Li Fan had been diligently cultivating since the moment he stepped onto the Immortal Dao.

The Mystic Yellow Heart Refining Mantra.

After entering the Fallen Immortal Realm, the Heart Refining Mantra had also silently lain dormant, without any special effects.

But just after the body, Li Chen, was annihilated, it began to operate madly on its own.

Like a giant millstone, it ground down the power that made up Li Chen of the Zixiao Sect.

Transforming it into the most refined nourishment, moisturizing Li Fan's mind.

Although Li Chen died, Li Fan's Divine Sense was slowly growing stronger.

A brand new Incarnation of Divine Sense, belonging to Li Fan himself, was brewing beneath Li Chen's headless corpse.

Li Fan's ancient well was undisturbed, his heart without the slightest ripple.

He coldly watched as the surrounding "plot" continued to unfold.

Song He Song collected the storage ring from Li Fan's hand, then allowed the corpse to fall from high in the sky.

He then turned to look at Zhang Qianmo, who was trapped within the blood-colored great bell.

"This person's will is surprisingly tough. He can persist for so long under the All Souls Refine Divinity Formation, which sacrifices tens of thousands of people," Song He Song sighed.

"Unfortunately, the more extraordinary you are, the more you must die today!"

Song He Song clapped a few more times towards Ningyuan City below.

The blood-light composed of countless faces surged towards Zhang Qianmo again.

His face immediately became even more hideous and terrifying.

Several large tumors bulged on his forehead, moving and active as if alive.

"Poof!"

A tumor burst open, and a large hole immediately exploded in Zhang Qianmo's head.

Then, like a chain reaction, the tumors on Zhang Qianmo's head exploded one after another.

Half of his head disappeared.

At this moment, Zhang Qianmo's Qi was like a candle in the wind, threatening to extinguish at any moment.

But some unknown power within his body kept him alive.

Even with only a small part of his head remaining, he stubbornly clung to life.

"What's going on?" Chu Liang exclaimed.

"It seems this kid still has a big secret," Song He Song said with a grim expression.

He looked at Zhang Qianmo and said viciously, "Even so, you are now a turtle in a jar. I don't believe you can turn the tables!"

The blood-colored great bell emitted rays of red light, piercing through Zhang Qianmo's body.

The red light, like blades, crisscrossed and flashed.

In an instant, Zhang Qianmo was cut into countless pieces of flesh.

"Even like this, I don't believe you can still live!" Song He Song snorted coldly.

Chu Liang and the others also breathed a sigh of relief.

But not long after, their faces gradually turned pale.

Because…

They discovered that Zhang Qianmo's Qi had still not disappeared!

"Damn it! What kind of demonic Spell does he cultivate!"

Song He Song finally showed a look of horror.

"Fire! Use fire!" At this moment, Chu Liang shouted.

Song He Song formed a hand seal, and a ball of red fire appeared beneath the pile of fragmented flesh.

Under the scorching high temperature, the flesh and blood turned to ashes.

But something always remained within this flame.

No matter how strong the flames, they could not destroy it.

It was a purple Golden Core.

"A Golden Core? Wasn't he a Foundation Establishment Stage? How could a Golden Core form within his body?" This scene clearly exceeded the understanding of Song He Song and the others; their expressions all changed.

In fear, Song He Song used all his Spells to attack this purple Golden Core.

But no matter what, he couldn't shake the Golden Core in the slightest.

He also couldn't put it into his storage ring.

Because Zhang Qianmo's Qi still lingered above it.

In fact, it was growing stronger.

"So, you side-gate Loose Cultivators, without a Dao lineage, don't study the classics."

"Even if you learn some New Law, you only have the Realm in vain."

"How can you compare with us orthodox Xuanmen sects?"

Zhang Qianmo's cold voice came from within the Golden Core.

The Golden Core immediately burst into brilliant light, forcing back the flames.

A body slowly formed from within the light.

The light converged, turning into clothing.

"I said, I will kill you today!"

Zhang Qianmo looked at Song He Song and said coldly.

Song He Song trembled all over.

He continuously slapped downwards, and amidst the screams of countless Mortals, streaks of blood-light formed substantial ribbons, surging towards Zhang Qianmo.

And Song He Song himself, ignoring the trembling Chu Liang and others, transformed into a blood-light and fled.

Zhang Qianmo stepped out, transforming into purple lightning, arriving first.

He appeared before the blood-light.

Song He Song didn't expect him to be so fast and couldn't dodge in time, colliding head-on.

"Boom!"

Amidst the violent collision, Song He Song seemed to lose control of himself.

Zhang Qianmo stretched out his right hand, grabbed Song He Song's neck, and lifted him up.

"Traitor, die!"

Zhang Qianmo declared.

A bolt of purple lightning descended from the sky, striking Zhang Qianmo fiercely.

He was unharmed in the lightning, but Song He Song, whom he was holding, let out a scream and then died.

Zhang Qianmo looked at Chu Liang and the others, who were fleeing in three different directions in the distance.

He sneered.

He lightly pointed his finger.

Three bolts of purple lightning fell in response.

Their Qi disappeared, and three black dots fell from the sky.

Zhang Qianmo did not bother with them anymore.

"To be forced to such an extent…"

"New Law…"

He fell into deep thought.

Then, as if sensing something, he flew down to the ground.

There, the corpse that originally belonged to his Junior Brother Li Chen had melted like a candle.

Zhang Qianmo discovered that beneath the only remaining layer of skin, there was another completely unfamiliar person who was awakening.