Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 1760: Chapter 647 Wind Rises_2

But through years of exploration, Luo Chen had already devised a plan.

He slightly closed his eyes, and upon opening them again, it seemed as if flowers bloomed and wilted within them, and the moon waxed and waned.

At this moment, most of the resentment in the eyes of the horrifying ghost creature dissipated, replaced by even deeper confusion.

Furthermore, Luo Chen pinched a spiritual secret with one hand, elevating the Mirror Flower, Water Moon to another level!

With towering pavilions and shadowy ghosts!

Like celestial beings shrouded in dreams and illusions!

In an instant, the consciousness conjured by the ghost creature became lost within these ghostly towers, and Luo Chen’s divine consciousness took dominance.

”Kill!” Luo Chen murmured lowly.

”Kill!” the Ghost King responded.

Then, the enormous Ghost King surged with waves, charging toward the thousand demon beasts.

Watching this scene, Luo Chen could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

”Indeed, by using an illusion technique to confuse this conjured consciousness, I can command it for my purposes.”

He could roughly guess why the conjured consciousness would resist him.

After all, most of the original ghost creatures in this Ten Thousand Soul Banner had been completely slain by him, leaving only a dozen or so Second Order Ghost Generals.

And the tens of thousands of ghost creatures added later were either demon beasts killed by him or immortal cultivators who died fighting him.

These creatures all bore grudges against him!

Normally scattered and suppressed by the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, they could be controlled, but once fused, they easily took the lead and resisted Luo Chen.

This was not an unfounded assumption, but one supported by evidence.

The most notable were the several heads comparable to a Late Golden Core Stage Ghost King, a few of which were familiar to Luo Chen.

Yan Nantian!

Demon Spider Crab!

Qian Ting, at the Golden Core Seventh Level!

And those Golden Core Cultivators who died in the Coldlight Island battle, like the Wu Family’s Second Child, the Hundred Craft Mountain Old Woman, etc.

Luo Chen’s gaze was icy, staring at the one-sided slaughter below, his thoughts deeply pondering.

This Soul Fusion Secret Technique, he hadn’t mastered it deeply, at least not to the extent of the White-Clothed Cultivator creating a Ghost King with only one head.

However, even a Fusion Ghost King comparable to a Great Cultivator could serve as a trump card for him.

This concluding battle at Triple Pillar Gorge would offer more practice so that he wouldn’t be unprepared when the time came.

After observing for a while, Luo Chen sprang into action.

Standing on the summit, his robe fluttering, wisps of green flame poured down from his fingertips, landing on the severely wounded but still living demon beasts.

Burning, devouring!

When the green flame retracted, abundant vitality pulsed.

The cost was a scattering of ashes swallowed by the ocean.

The Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering’s independent cultivators, witnessing this battle firsthand, were all thoroughly shocked.

Fearful of the powerful creature fused and bewildered by Luo Chen’s fire control technique.

Especially, the casual manner of this slaughter made each person sweat down their spine, chilling their hearts.

”Is this the Demon King Qingyang?”

In astonishment, everyone gazed at the man standing on the summit, eyes filled with growing awe, even fear!

The battlefield was moving.

Luo Chen leaped from the peak, following behind the Fusion Ghost King, incinerating demon beasts while guiding the Ghost King into other areas of Triple Pillar Gorge.

The unique geographical environment here, where three seas meet, hosted a large gathering of demon beasts.

Luo Chen advanced, capturing nearby demon beasts along the way.

Massive vitality surged into his body, with the Prosperity and Decline True Fire growing ever more vigorous, no longer in the initial Fourth Order state painstakingly cultivated by the Flame Alliance years ago.

Receiving nourishment in return, Luo Chen also gained tremendous benefits.

His already red face now gleamed crimson, as though it could drip blood.

Luo Chen didn’t know what would happen if he continued devouring like this, but he intuitively knew it would undoubtedly benefit him.

Perhaps this expedition would become his chance to break through to the Primordial Fourth Order.

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On a turbulent sea surface.

A group of three, two men and one woman, formed an array around a demon beast resembling a toad.

Guan Xiaoping’s eyes brightened, saying as she manipulated the flying sleeve in her hands, ”Senior Brother Chang Feng Zi, if we kill this River-Swallowing Toad, we can be promoted to Four-Star Demon Hunters when we return, right?”

Beside her, Wu Tao was also thrilled, ”Midway through the Third Order, with advancement to later stages imminent, this Demon King will undoubtedly be worth a significant amount of merit points. Sister, let’s give it our all!”

”Alright.”

Chang Feng Zi, positioned at the array eye, cautioned.

”Remember, this is a battlefield, with treacherous, changing circumstances, so don’t waste too much qi power.”

The young pair murmured an acknowledgment, but clearly didn’t heed much, releasing several times more qi power than before.

To them, dealing with these foolish demon beasts didn’t require holding back; killing them quickly and leaving was preferred.

Chang Feng Zi shook his head, a talisman firmly clutched in his hand, ready just in case.

Gradually, the River-Swallowing Toad trapped in the center weakened, struggling less and less.

Great success was imminent!

Just as the three smiled in triumph.

Suddenly!

A massive suction force surged beneath their feet.

”Ah!”

”Senior Brother, save me!”

”What’s happening?”

Among them, Guan Xiaoping was the first to be pulled into the deep sea by the terrifying suction.

Shortly after, Wu Tao, who had nearly depleted his qi power, was also dragged down.

Chang Feng Zi unleashed all his qi power, brushing a finger across his eyes, revealing the scene in the deep sea.

A golden toad, only about ten feet in size, crouched on the sea bottom with its mouth wide open.

The terrifying suction was emanating from it.

Moreover, this golden toad was identical to the River-Swallowing Toad they had been combating, save for its different skin color.

”Cicada’s Shedding?”

No, it was the Cicada’s Shedding!

This Demon King was not a River-Swallowing Toad at all, but a Seizing Sea Golden Toad!