Wu Tao chanted words, and under the urging of his divine sense, the golden rope seemed to come alive. It grew with the wind, and in an instant, it was several zhang long, standing upright.
"Bind!"
As the incantation was recited, the rope flew up, emitting a faint golden light. Like a sentient creature, it coiled around the last Longevity Fruit and brought it into his hand.
At his fastest speed, he placed the Longevity Fruit in his hand into a jade box and immediately stored it in his storage bag.
Then, Wu Tao suspended himself in mid-air, holding the special high-grade magic artifact, the Soulfall Bell.
The eerie bell tolls continued to vibrate. Wu Tao drew the bowstring of the Golden Python Bow with his right hand, and shot arrow after arrow of golden yellow.
Wu Tao's legs were also busy. He quickly moved towards the area with the fewest outer disciples and demonic beasts from the two factions, the weakest point.
With one controlling, one attacking, and one defending, Wu Tao fully displayed the strength and courage of an outer elite disciple of a top sect.
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Pitiably, the outer disciples and demonic beasts in front of Wu Tao had just recovered from the shock of the bell tolls.
They immediately saw a sea of golden arrows before their eyes, and were utterly terrified. Their reactions were only half completed.
They either reached into their bags, or tried to raise their protective spiritual energy shields.
Or they tilted their heads back, claws ready to strike, or crouched down, teeth bared.
Or they were bewildered... all sorts of postures, and so on...
Alas, the time left for them to react was too little. Even with all their might, it was in vain, and they could not be saved...
In an instant, behind the heads of a dozen outer disciples and demonic beasts from the two factions, there was a nearly sudden bulge, and streaks of blood-stained golden arrows pierced through.
The corpses of outer disciples and demonic beasts from the two factions lay in pools of blood.
Six cultivator corpses and eight demonic beast corpses were killed.
After dealing with them, Wu Tao was left with only three cultivators and seven demonic beasts blocking his path.
Of course, behind Wu Tao, dozens of outer disciples and hundreds of demonic beasts from the two factions were still hot on his heels.
"Dragon Tiger Subdues the Mountain Forest - Immortal Martial Arts Conquer the World!"
Wu Tao's right foot stomped forward fiercely, fully activating the "Dragon Tiger Yuan Gang Nine Transformations Art."
His skin surface flashed with dazzling golden light, and behind his head, layers of illusory golden halos appeared.
Combined with the power of "Armor-Piercing Dragon Whelp," the qi and blood in Wu Tao's body reached their limit with the circulation of spiritual energy.
Wu Tao threw a punch straight out. This strike actually broke through his own limits, unleashing ten thousand jin of strength, possessing an unstoppable aura that could kill gods and Buddhas alike.
Clang!
The punch exploded outwards, accompanied by roaring sounds. A powerful shockwave rippled, and the air around cracked into several folds. Endless power spread in all directions.
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Ahead, the panicked outer disciples and demonic beasts from the two factions could do nothing under the pull of this immense force.
They could only watch in despair as they were reduced to fragments under this vast power!
Gray dust billowed up into the sky, and at some point, it turned blood-red. The thick smell of blood was nauseating!
A rain of blood fell from the sky.
The outer disciples and demonic beasts in front were directly blown to pieces, turning into countless fragments of flesh and blood. Blood rained down on the ground.
Amidst the billowing dust, Wu Tao leaped up and threw another thick stack of talismans, blocking the outer disciples and demonic beasts from the two factions who were swarming from all directions.
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Immediately after, Wu Tao patted his storage bag and took out the Demon-Slaying Blood Saber, letting out a long roar, allowing the Demon-Slaying Blood Saber to absorb his essence blood.
With the saber in hand, he was unstoppable!
A terrifying killing intent immediately spread.
With the saber in hand, Wu Tao naturally exuded an unparalleled domineering aura! It was the confidence gained from twenty-odd years of fighting alone with his fists.
The saber light was like a bolt of silk, sharp and piercing, cold and brutal.
The outer disciples and demonic beasts from the two factions who had already charged over saw this and avoided hisιθ, dodging and weaving.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wu Tao cast several speed-related spells on himself. In a flash, he turned and fled, his movements seamless, as if he had practiced countless times.
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Without pausing, Wu Tao escaped the encirclement of the outer disciples and demonic beasts from the two factions and broke free from danger. He found a hidden cave and hid.
Sitting cross-legged in the cave, Wu Tao used earth-elemental spells to seal the cave entrance.
Then, in the next second, Wu Tao reached for his storage bag and with a swipe, a crystal-clear jade bottle appeared in his hand.
Wu Tao carefully brought the opening of the bottle to his mouth, poured a few drops, and then quickly put it away.
After all these actions, Wu Tao didn't look like a killer who had just massacred over twenty people, but more like a stingy miser.
Of course, deep down, Wu Tao was also full of reluctance, no different from a true miser in the mortal world.
The bottle contained the "Stone Zhong Ru Ling Liquid" that he had obtained after almost losing his life.
Although the previous attack, defense, and retreat had ended in an instant, and Wu Tao seemed to have done it with ease, without effort.
In reality, the spiritual energy in his body was now like a dried-up riverbed. A constant sense of depletion surged through his body.
Using powerful body-refining spells and attacking continuously, how could there be no cost?
Moreover, with his current cultivation at the Qi Refining stage, no matter how strong his combat power, he couldn't change the fact that his spiritual energy was insufficient.
A few drops of the spiritual liquid entered his mouth, like a gushing spring. A massive amount of spiritual energy erupted, surging through Wu Tao's body with irresistible force.
Apart from the mental exhaustion, his strength was restored by more than half in an instant.
Then, Wu Tao took several healing pills and meditated for several hours before fully replenishing his depleted spiritual energy.
Restored to his former state, Wu Tao stood up and set off at a rapid pace towards a distant location.
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One day later!
A place of extreme danger.
An eerie wind howled around, accompanied by faint roars of ghosts and mournful cries. Darkness intensified.
Wu Tao, who had just escaped danger, was once again cornered on a riverbank by a group of zombies that were neither human nor demon, nor ghost nor devil.
There were eight bronze zombies. Even a casual glance revealed their extraordinary nature. Not to mention their potent corpse aura, their synchronized movements alone indicated that their master was no easy opponent.
The eight bronze zombies carried a huge coffin. The coffin was ten feet long and three feet wide. It was pitch black and lusterless, not appearing to be made of wood, but rather carved from a single piece of black stone.
The coffin was heavy and profound, seeming to be a top-quality demonic artifact.
A strange, sinister, terrifying aura of death emanated from around the coffin.
If ordinary mortals saw the eight zombies carrying a black coffin walking on the land, they would likely faint on the spot, instinctively believing they had encountered some devil god, evil spirit, or demon.
However, Wu Tao had been a cultivator for over twenty years, and what fear would he have of such devil gods, evil spirits, or demons?
Slaying demons and eliminating evil was the duty of those on the righteous path.
Although strictly speaking, Wu Tao was not a righteous person, nor was he pure and kind. His hands were not clean, having taken hundreds of lives.
However, no matter what, Wu Tao would not use the corpses and souls of the dead to refine demonic artifacts.
To deprive the deceased of their chance of reincarnation.
This was his bottom line.
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There are countless methods of corpse refining in the demonic path, not tens of thousands, but thousands. However, the main methods can be divided into two categories.
One is that under specific circumstances, when a cultivator dies and their spiritual energy does not dissipate, it mixes with corpse qi. Over time, this can result in the body acting as a corpse.
At this point, if a living person comes to this place, their abundant qi and blood will trigger the cannibalistic desire in the cultivator's corpse that has become semi-zombified.
Ultimately, they become naturally born zombies who only know how to kill and suck blood.
The second type is artificially created, and the corpse refining lineage of the demonic path is particularly skilled in this. They can turn living cultivators into zombies. According to their corpse refining lineage, such zombies are called "Jia Shi" (Armored Zombies).
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