Mortals cultivate immortality, and their IQ is playing with their heartbeats

#816 - Kill the Favored Ancestor

At the same time, Li Chengfeng waved his hand again, and a shadow slowly emerged from the void. It was his inner demon doppelganger.

The inner demon doppelganger had also reached the realm of half-step Transformation God. Demonic energy surged, demonic flames soared, and a cynical sneer hung on his lips. He stood shoulder to shoulder with Ancestor Ear, like two overlords, overlooking the battle together.

On the battlefield, only two half-step Transformation God elders remained standing: Ancestor Bias and Ancestor Grief.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with ferocity and determination.

They glared fiercely at Li Chengfeng, as if they wanted to devour him alive.

“I didn’t expect you to have so many tricks, but so what? You are destined to die, with no burial ground!” Ancestor Bias’s voice was filled with endless resentment and unwillingness.

Li Chengfeng smiled playfully at these words and said slowly, “Is that so?”

Then, he once again formed a hand seal and prepared to launch a new attack.

“Didn’t you want to use a human wave tactic? I’m going to kill you one by one.”

His voice was cold and firm, as if he had already made a decision.

With a flick of his finger, a small pagoda suddenly shot through the air, heading straight for Ancestor Grief.

Countless figures appeared on this small pagoda, roaring with anger and rage. They transformed into demon heads for a while, and Buddha statues for another, eventually turning into a giant Black Lotus Buddha Heart Pagoda, directly suppressing Ancestor Grief beneath it.

Ancestor Grief was terrified. He used various spells to attack the Black Lotus Buddha Heart Pagoda, but all to no avail. The pagoda's defense was astonishing, seemingly indestructible, and its volume was enormous, like a small mountain, firmly trapping Ancestor Grief.

At this moment, within the Black Lotus Buddha Heart Pagoda, among the many heads of the Buddha, one Buddha head was chanting Buddhist scriptures. It was the heretical monk, Bu Zhi.

His chanting sounded like rolling waves, deafening and overwhelming, combined with the simultaneous chanting of hundreds of thousands of people, the sound waves surged, and the Buddhist aura soared.

He sneered and said, “You grieve, your sins are profound, you have killed countless people, and you have an affinity with my Buddha.

Moreover, you are now heartbroken and grieving, which is indeed an incurable disease.

I will let you know what true great compassion and great karma are.”

As the rolling chanting continued to reverberate, the anger in Ancestor Grief's heart was completely ignited. He had to urgently seal off his six senses to desperately resist the tide of Buddhist power.

However, the chanting sounds in the sky transformed into dazzling Buddha seals, densely packed and overwhelmingly attacking him.

He used the Grief Technique, and arrows of grief containing endless sorrow shot through the air, attempting to contend with these Buddha seals.

However, these Buddha seals seemed endless. After colliding with his Grief Arrows, they actually held him firmly in place, preventing him from escaping, and forcing him to watch Ancestor Bias face Li Chengfeng's powerful offensive alone.

Ancestor Grief's heart was filled with unease and fear. The scene of Li Chengfeng instantly killing Ancestor Wrath still lingered in his mind, completely shocking his soul.

The gap between himself and Li Chengfeng was not only a difference in cultivation, but also a huge chasm in mental state and methods.

On the other side, Ancestor Bias, seeing Ancestor Grief trapped, was instantly engulfed in a crimson mist. She glared at Li Chengfeng and said through gritted teeth, “You are so venomous!”

However, facing Li Chengfeng's power, she had no other choice but to bite the bullet and fight.

She took a deep breath, adjusted her state, and then shouted charmingly, “You villain, prepare to die!”

Accompanied by the wailing of the wind, an illusion of the God of Love suddenly appeared behind Ancestor Bias. The aura of this God of Love was even stronger than Ancestor Bias.

The arrows in her hand flickered with a crimson color, as if they could pierce through everything, shooting directly at Li Chengfeng.

At the same time, with a wave of her hand, eighteen love-heart flying swords also roared out, heading straight for Li Chengfeng. Under her feet, green smoke lingered, forming pink giant dragons. She lay on the dragon's head, shot through the air, and engaged in a guerrilla battle with Li Chengfeng.

She could not get close to Li Chengfeng, otherwise, she would surely fall into a bottomless abyss.

Therefore, she could only use her speed and flexibility to maneuver around Li Chengfeng and look for flaws.

Li Chengfeng had now returned to his original appearance. He looked coldly at Ancestor Bias, a mocking smile on his lips: “A trapped beast still fighting. Now I will let you know what a real gap is.”

His voice was cold and firm, as if he had seen through all of Ancestor Bias's methods.

Then, his gaze fell on Ancestor Bias, and a strange light flashed in his eyes: “As for you, the reason I kept you is because you are very important next.

You are suitable for my spells, because your life's love and bewitchment techniques are exactly what I need.”

After saying that, Li Chengfeng directly attacked. His movements were swift and decisive, giving Ancestor Bias no chance to breathe.

With a wave of his hand, twenty-three flying swords densely appeared in the air.

Each flying sword bloomed with its own unique light, and the aura of spiritual treasures filled the air. They shot through the air with a whooshing sound, like twenty-three lightning bolts, instantly forming a sword formation, firmly enveloping Ancestor Bias within it.

This sword formation was already taking shape, and the towering sword intent it emitted was as deep as the sea, inspiring awe.

One of the swords, named “A Glance of Ten Thousand Years,” was surrounded by sword light, as if it could travel through time and space, instantly shining on Ancestor Bias.

Ancestor Bias only felt that her body seemed to stagnate for a moment, and time seemed to slow down.

As a half-step Transformation God expert, she was very sensitive to all aspects of the Dao of Time, and immediately felt a hint of ominousness.

With her usual skill and agility, she could have escaped in an instant and stayed away from this dangerous sword formation.

However, three breaths of time had now passed, and she found that she could not escape the shackles of this sword formation.

At this moment, another flying sword pierced through the air. It was the “Sword of Twilight,” carrying the aura of twilight and dusk. The sword intent was like a tide, sweeping in, leaving Ancestor Bias with nowhere to hide.

She could no longer dodge and had to endure this sword head-on.

Immediately, she let out a shrill scream, filled with pain and despair.

The originally beautiful Ancestor Bias instantly became like an old woman under this sword. Wrinkles piled up on her face, crisscrossing, and her waist was also hunched, as if all vitality had been taken away.

Her bones also seemed to have lost their vitality. With a slight movement, they cracked with a snap, causing unbearable pain.

At this time, Ancestor Bias had reached the end of her rope, and her life force was constantly draining away.