The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 625 - 356 Replace_2

The short and plump man struggled, but the White Robed Leader had placed several restrictions on him, instantly rendering him immobile.

The man in the white robe brought him back to the center of the site, then stuck a Black Talisman on him and turned his head to shout at Bai Songhan, "Cast the spell, quick!"

The short and plump man knew his time was near, his eyes involuntarily showing a desolate look. Bai Songhan’s eyebrows relaxed, he patted his shoulder as a gesture of comfort, then began chanting and casting the spell.

Oddly, a black and a white talisman paper burned without fire, slowly burning from bottom to top until completely consumed. At the same time, the green stains on the wounds of the man in the brocade robe began to shrink and the area of the wounds gradually reduced. When the white talisman paper was entirely consumed, all the wounds on his body healed, leaving no scars. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

In contrast to the man struck with the Black Curse, he began to show plague-inflicted wounds on his arms, abdomen, and chest, exactly mirroring the original wounds of the man in the brocade robe. However, without the chill to contain it, the plague poison acted very swiftly, turning half of his body green in just a few moments.

Such inhuman torture was naturally unbearable for him. The short and plump man cried out in a few miserable wails, suddenly realizing that he could move.

He abruptly sat up from his upper body, casting a resentful glance at the White Robed Leader, and suddenly his left hand shaped like scissors with his index and middle fingers, brutally plunged into the eyes of another white-robed man nearby.

The second White Robed man, after having his leg severed, was taking an elixir, resting with his back against a big stone. The severing of a leg wasn’t a fatal wound, with his Divine Power Cultivation, combined with the elixir given by the brocade-robed gentleman, he could grow back his right leg within a month, so he wasn’t particularly panicked, just relaxed and resting. Little did he expect that the seemingly helpless short and plump man could suddenly lash out, and because they were sitting relatively close, he was hit directly in a critical area.

It was his bad luck, at that moment, when he was surrounded by plague species, his Protective Gang Qi and Magic Artifact were exhausted, leaving his body unprotected. Otherwise, even if the cultivation of the short and plump man increased by one realm, he couldn’t have breached his Protective Gang Qi.

The White Robed Leader was examining the wounds of the man in the brocade robe, suddenly hearing the tragic cry of his brother behind him, he turned his head back, furious to the extreme, a cold flash in his sleeve, already chopping off the head of the short and plump man! The large head rolled twice on the ground, when it stopped, the pitch-black eyes seemed to fixate a silent mockery at him.

However angry and annoyed he was, it was to no avail, because the green, oily fingers of the short and plump man plunged into his brother’s eyes, it goes without saying that the plague poison had already moved in through the wound. Injured in the crucial eyes, this body was no longer salvageable. The White Robed Leader rushed forward, not caring about the spreading plague poison, and shook his brother’s shoulders, shouting, "Soul Emergence, quick!"

Soul Emergence is the last resort for cultivators, that is, to separate the Primordial Spirit from the body about to disintegrate, either to reincarnate or find another flesh body. In this way, although the previous cultivation is completely lost, starting all over again, at least the Divine Sense is preserved. If a good body is found, the cultivation speed could be faster as well.

The itching in the eyes of the second White Robed man was more intense than pain, and he couldn’t wait to be freed, so he nodded with difficulty, his words unclear, "Do it!"

The heart of the White Robed Leader was sorrowful, not long ago he had chopped off his brother’s leg, and now he had to personally destroy his body. Although cultivators are heartless, after hundreds of years of mutual support, even the stone held within one’s arms warms the heart, let alone blood-related brothers. But he was also a decisive person, knowing that the opportunity was fleeting, he gritted his teeth to endure the pain, and with one sword stroke opened up his brother’s head.

The scene looked indeed terrifying, yet there wasn’t the bloodiness Ning Xiaoxian imagined; the head of the second White Robed man had no blood left, only a golden tiny man the size of a finger jumped out and looked around.

"Is this the Primordial Spirit?" It was her first time seeing the Primordial Spirit, and she couldn’t help being curious. This little golden man’s facial features were exactly like the man in the white robe, only shrunk dozens of times.

The White-robed Elder felt somewhat melancholic, taking out a Magic Artifact for soul nourishment to collect his brother’s Primordial Spirit.

Now, only four people remained in the arena. The man in the brocade robe was also surprisingly silent, just blankly lost in thought. Suddenly, he moved his eyes and said, "How was the restriction on Zhu San removed?"

The White Robed Leader suddenly raised his head!

He had indeed applied restrictions on Zhu San, so how could he have suddenly lashed out and injured someone? He was always confident in his techniques, unless...unless someone had undone it!

He slowly turned around, glaring at Bai Songhan who was approaching, "Was it you?!"

Bai Songhan was shocked, stopped in his tracks, and waved his hands repeatedly, "Xing Da, don’t talk nonsense, I didn’t do anything!"

Xing Da’s eyes were red, "Only you were near Zhu San, if not you, how could my brother have been harmed!" He clearly remembered that before casting the spell, Bai Songhan had patted Zhu San on the shoulder twice, probably that was when he had undone his restriction.

In his fury, Xing Da’s sword had already swung out.

He and his brother entered the path of cultivation through the sword, their Spiritual Power refined, even if their cultivation wasn’t as profound as Bai Qing, the Sect Leader of Chaoyun Sect, the sword he brandished carried a faint wail of ghosts, apparently the oppressed wrath within him turned into a raging Sword Intent, sealing off all of Bai Songhan’s escape routes, truly leaving no place to dodge!(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast a recommendation ticket, Monthly Ticket, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)