The phoenix true fire pierced through the heavens and earth, soaring straight into the clouds, turning the surrounding wasteland as hot as lava.
Engulfed in the raging flames, Luo Nianping emitted a shrill scream. Through the burning fire, one could vaguely see his charred figure, rolling incessantly on the ground.
Chen Changsheng frowned slightly. The Nine Nether Yellow Springs Sword suddenly soared, dividing into one hundred and eight sword shadows in the sky, forming the Grand Yi Heavenly Dipper Sword Formation to suppress downwards.
The figure in the flames continued to struggle and roll, then was pierced by countless sword shadows, his miserable cries echoing continuously.
Yet no matter how Luo Nianping was tormented by the flames and sword shadows, he never died, constantly screaming and rolling, which appeared extremely bizarre.
He seemed to possess an immortal and indestructible body…
“This doesn't seem like a demon cultivator's technique, but more like a sorcery or demonic art.”
Chen Changsheng thought inwardly, once again manipulating the sword formation to suppress down, cutting Luo Nianping's body into four pieces.
The next moment, an astonishing scene appeared!
Even after being severed into limbs and head, Luo Nianping still did not die.
Dense, purplish-black small hands grew from the severed limbs and bloody wounds, like the legs of small people, carrying the severed limbs and running in the air, reattaching them to the other parts!
The Luo Nianping who had been torn apart just moments before was now restored as if nothing had happened.
Pairs of purplish-black palms enveloped his heavily injured body, surging with monstrous demonic energy. When countless palms bloomed like flowers,
Luo Nianping was standing unharmed in place, simultaneously emitting both demonic and demonic energy!
“Fan Mo?”
Chen Changsheng's eyes narrowed, instantly recognizing this old friend who left a particularly deep impression on him.
This purplish-black palm technique was precisely Fan Mo's move!
The 'Luo Nianping' before him had been replaced by Fan Mo at some unknown time. Fan Mo inherited all his memories, as well as his personality and thoughts.
“Fan Mo? So the technique I've mastered is called Fan Mo?”
Luo Nianping looked at his intact hands, and laughed with surprise: "Although I don't understand what's going on, this feeling is quite good. I didn't expect to master such an heaven-defying technique. Heaven is really helping me, hahahahaha!!"
Purplish-black demonic aura erupted from his body, Luo Nianping's eyes flashed with purple light, and the intense true qi pressure caused the wasteland beneath his feet to explode and rise into the air, as a living demon descended.
Chen Changsheng's expression was calm as he muttered to himself: "No memory of Fan Mo? Or is the memory not awakened yet?"
Judging from Luo Nianping's expression, he didn't know that he was Fan Mo, let alone what Fan Mo was.
From this, it was inferred that Luo Nianping did not awaken the memory of Fan Mo like Chen Xizhong.
Chen Changsheng didn't understand why the difference between the two was so great.
However, it was certain that the Xin Sheng Sect had completely mastered the means of refining human-shaped magic treasures.
This method of replacing the original owner with a magic treasure was unprecedented.
If the important figures of the major sects were quietly replaced by Fan Mo, when the day of the outbreak came, it would definitely be a more dangerous situation than the chaotic world!
The Xin Sheng Sect was probably brewing a conspiracy that was more brutal than the chaotic world.
“But it's not like I haven't killed Fan Mo before. Even immortals will dissolve in high-temperature soup!”
Chen Changsheng's expression was calm, and he immediately sacrificed the furnace magic treasure, smashing it towards Luo Nianping, who was erupting with demonic energy.
Luo Nianping suddenly raised his head, and countless palms rose from the ground, like the golden horses and iron cavalry of a guardian general, rushing forward head-on.
Four golden talismans suddenly condensed, and flew out from Chen Changsheng's fingertips with a light flick.
Rumble!
The talismans transformed into thirty-six golden thunderbolts mid-flight, and the overwhelming lightning bombarded Luo Nianping.
Ten Thunder Divine Curse!
Each divine curse seals nine blood thunders, from Jade Pivot Thunder to Supreme Firmament Thunder.
The fierce power of the thunder shook the heavens and the earth, colliding with the dense purplish-black palms, tearing out voids and cracks in space.
At the same time, the furnace magic treasure covered the two and rapidly contracted, the flames scorched, and the surrounding temperature gradually increased.
“What is this thing, another magic treasure?”
In the fierce confrontation with the thunder technique, Luo Nianping realized that the situation was not right.
He immediately switched from attack to defense, flying towards the edge of the furnace.
The Grand Yi Heavenly Dipper Sword Formation hovering in the sky immediately suppressed down, and countless purplish-black handprints were crushed by the densely distributed sword qi.
Luo Nianping was careless, and was pierced through his body by the sword shadows during his escape, falling embarrassedly into the wasteland.
As soon as he raised his head, he saw Chen Changsheng walking out of the void, the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Dipper Fist directly hitting him.
Bang!
Luo Nianping suddenly leaned forward, his head hitting the ground, and the terrifying force directly shattered his skull. Fortunately, the Fan Mo technique made him almost immortal and indestructible, and the shattered skull was repaired at an alarming rate.
A demon claw suddenly raised, grabbing towards Chen Changsheng's neck.
As a result, instead of grabbing the neck, it touched a hazy azure glow, and countless sword qi bloomed and burst out from within the azure glow.
Nine Heavens Moon Shadow Sword!
Shua! Shua! Shua!
Luo Nianping's arm was shattered by the sword qi in the blink of an eye, and scarlet flesh and blood splattered across the sky, making him grit his teeth in pain.
Although the Fan Mo technique could infinitely regenerate severed limbs, the pain was a real stimulus to the nerves, and he couldn't block the pain.
“Damn it, how deep is the foundation of this guy's techniques?”
Luo Nianping was secretly shocked.
He thought that with the blessing of the Fan Mo technique, he could easily suppress Chen Changsheng, but he didn't expect that he was still completely crushed by the other party. Chen Changsheng's techniques emerged one after another, so powerful and outrageous that it was difficult to resist!
Luo Nianping didn't have much time to think, and Chen Changsheng's technique had already struck again.
His pupils suddenly shrank sharply, and he saw a familiar full moon descending from the sky, like a huge meteorite falling, and the surrounding purplish-black palms were instantly annihilated like clouds and smoke!
Falling Moon Cuts the Azure Sky!
The ultimate skill of the Falling Moon Sect! Back then, Chen Changsheng relied on this move alone to crush all the Foundation Establishment stage cultivators and become the most dazzling genius in the sect competition.
Now this move has fallen on him, Luo Nianping.
The deafening roar, accompanied by scorching energy, attacked at the same time. Luo Nianping only felt unbearably hot all over, as if his bones were broken by thousands of pounds of huge objects.
“Cough cough cough…”
The smoke and dust dissipated, and Luo Nianping crawled up from the center of the annihilated technique, his wounds healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Looking at his invincible body, he couldn't help laughing loudly: "Come on! Continue to kill me! Even if you kill me a hundred times, a thousand times, I will still stand here. I can't kill you, but you can't kill me either!"
“The last person who said he was immortal and indestructible now has grass growing a foot high on his grave.”
Chen Changsheng's figure appeared from the sky full of azure glow.
He suddenly waved his sleeves, put away the Grand Yi Heavenly Dipper Sword Formation, the surrounding hazy azure glow slowly dissipated, and even the three gold and red arm rings on his arm were fading and disappearing.
Just when Luo Nianping thought that Chen Changsheng was just being stubborn and would eventually put away his hand obediently,
Chen Changsheng suddenly turned his palm over and jumped out of the furnace.
The flames burning the heavens and the earth suddenly condensed and contracted, and the high temperature of the fire soared in an instant. Luo Nianping was shocked and tried his best to release his techniques to resist the high temperature.
“You shouldn't be lonely on the Yellow Springs Road. The last Fan Mo also died in this furnace.”
The furnace shrank to the size of a palm, and Luo Nianping in the furnace was like an ant in the palm of his hand. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape Chen Changsheng's palm.
“Even the immortal and indestructible Fan Mo, I can easily suppress and kill him!”
As Chen Changsheng's words fell, Luo Nianping screamed heart-wrenchingly in the furnace, and his body slowly dissolved into a pool of pus and blood…
