Chapter 483: Life-and-Death Calamity! Great Lingzong Wang and Ganxuan Ling Wang

Zhaishou realm, Inner Dan nine turns, three-three changes.

Every three realms, there is a qualitative leap and change.

Zhang Fan's accumulation is so deep, nourished by the Water Mansion, intercepting the Xu family's luck, and having the incense spiritual power of the Xijiang area, and now obtaining the life essence of two great demons, everything is finally achieved.

The big snake Mingshan is the fourth turn of the Inner Dan, with profound cultivation, having absorbed the essence of the Qin Ling big dragon.

The black pool Qiu Hou is the third turn of the Inner Dan, with complete demon law, washed and refined by the black pool mud swamp.

The Inner Dan and Nascent Soul of such two great demons allowed Zhang Fan to have such a transformation, finally stepping into the second major level of the Zhaishou realm, and refining the fourth turn of the Inner Dan.

The empty valley that had fallen to the ground had long since turned into a ruin, smoke and dust dispersing, true fire flying.

The terrifying fluctuations left by the spiritual platform divine light were still raging and spreading in the air.

Two behemoths fell in front of him, their fierce auras still remaining.

The scales of the black big snake mixed with scarlet flesh and blood scattered all over the ground, and the pink earthworm shattered into one piece after another, stained with viscous and fishy liquid, no longer having any vitality.

In the distance, Wang Zhaolin looked at everything in front of him, his gaze falling on Zhang Fan, his eyes filled with deep awe and fear.

Two overlord-level great demons died like this in the Yin Ruins, died in this dark underground world, died on this man who was about the same age as him.

Breaking the flesh body, refining the Inner Dan, swallowing the Nascent Soul... these coherent actions were done in one go, must be experienced in a hundred battles, experienced heavy calamities, thus cultivating such means and spirit, and refining such demeanor and momentum.

"God-Demon Sacred Fetus... besides Great Lingzong Wang, there is actually a second person in this world who has refined this method."

At this moment, a voice seemed to be roaring in Wang Zhaolin's heart.

He certainly hadn't forgotten the terrifying oppressive feeling when Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul left his body just now.

Before the Nascent Soul, that kind of power was like Heaven and Earth, like God-Demon.

According to his cognition, the Nine Methods are supreme, and in the same world, there should only be one person who can refine it.

"The extermination disaster of the Southern Zhang created such a strange number," An Wuyang looked at Zhang Fan, his heart filled with thousands of thoughts.

Hum...

At this moment, Zhang Fan turned around, took a step, and fell into the empty valley that had turned into ruins, walking to the front of that strange big stone.

That cut of strange life-root, like human meridians attached to the big stone, the latter seemed to be breathing.

Zhang Fan could feel a trace of airflow, constantly spraying out from the stone, with a trace of water vapor, revealing a trace of temperature, as if hiding the rhythm of life.

"Finally got it," Zhang Fan sighed.

With this thing, he could find that Tomb of the Living Dead and enter it.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan reached out his right hand and grabbed that cut of life-root. A strange feeling came from his fingertips.

Suddenly, all kinds of strange phenomena appeared in Zhang Fan's eyes. The surrounding empty valley actually returned to its original appearance in an instant, flowers blooming and falling, life and death in an instant.

What he held was like a ball of fire, and like a pool of water, Yin and Yang merged, not distinguishing between each other.

"This..."

Zhang Fan looked down subconsciously, and his right hand holding the 【Life-root】 had actually turned into a skeleton.

His skin, his flesh, his meridians... all the tangible essence shed at the moment, just like the residual flowers all over the ground, returning to the soil, reviving and blooming.

At this moment, Zhang Fan seemed to have become a part of that life-and-death interval, becoming a section in the cycle of birth, death, existence, and non-existence.

"The Great Dao originally has no life-and-death gate, the four seasons turn, which is Heaven's grace. Outside the calamity, leisurely watch the stars change, in the silence, laugh and watch the moon sink..."

Suddenly, a strange sound echoed in Zhang Fan's ears, like scripture chanting, like Sanskrit singing.

He looked up abruptly. The stubborn stone in front of him, mysterious light soared into the sky, light was boundless, as if a human figure was hidden in that place where life and death shone, mysterious places seemed to have Dao rhyme born, and ethereal places seemed to have Dharma formed.

At this moment, that stubborn stone was no longer a stubborn stone.

He seemed to have transcended life and death, merged with the Dao, truly understood the principle that life and death are the transformation of nature. The coming and going of life and death in the mortal world could no longer disturb him in the slightest, and even everything that approached him was settled in the eternal unchanging constant Dao, becoming a part of that spring, summer, autumn, and winter, dusk and dawn, flowers blooming and falling...

Who knows the realm of true constancy, the stubborn stone here is the true king.

Rumble...

Suddenly, the empty valley deep underground shook violently. That stubborn stone bloomed with boundless light, and within the 【Life-root】 attached to it, it actually glowed with the luster of stars in the void.

In that luster, Zhang Fan's figure became blurred, as if he was about to become that stubborn stone, become that blooming flower, and become a part of that empty valley.

"Little Aunt? What is the situation?"

Wang Zhaolin looked on, fascinated, and couldn't help but ask.

"Senior..."

At this moment, even An Wuyang turned his head and looked at Wang Zhaolin, his brows filled with a trace of worry.

"You young people don't know the mystery of the Nine Methods at all."

"Jia Sheng Gui Si is the method of breaking through the constancy of life and death. That cut of life-root is the immortal substance left by its practitioner," Wang Qiluo said in a deep voice.

"Unless you bear this method, that thing cannot be touched at will," Wang Qiluo's beautiful eyes flowed.

"Touching it at will is breaking the boundary of life and death, touching the forbidden realm."

"Heaven cannot tolerate it, Earth cannot forgive it."

"Then will he die?" Wang Zhaolin couldn't help but say.

Wang Qiluo remained silent. She looked at Zhang Fan in the empty valley, whose figure was becoming more and more blurred, and her tightly clenched jade hand loosened suddenly.

Immediately after, she took a step and actually stepped into the empty valley.

"Little Aunt." Seeing this, Wang Zhaolin's expression changed drastically, exclaiming in shock, but it was already too late.

Wang Qiluo appeared by Zhang Fan's side, and her boundary also became blurred, as if melting into that boundless light.

The interior of the life-root was visible in her eyes, everything filled with luster like stars.

Suddenly, Wang Qiluo's jade hand lifted and fell on Zhang Fan's shoulder.

Hum...

In an instant, Wang Qiluo's Nascent Soul floated, her delicate body trembled violently, and the mysterious frequency actually resonated with that cut of life-root.

"Hmm!?"

Just at this moment, An Wuyang's eyes widened, his primordial spirit observing, and he saw that within Wang Qiluo's body, there actually emerged that star-like brilliance, almost identical to the life root, only it was not as pure and intense.

Rumble...

At Wang Qiluo's dantian, the inner core rotated mysteriously, blooming with golden radiance; the star-like brilliance within her body was like a galaxy inverted, actually flowing horizontally toward Zhang Fan's body.

Suddenly, little bits of star-like brilliance appeared within Zhang Fan's body, and his originally blurred figure actually became clear once again.

At this moment, he seemed to have leaped out from that cycle of life and death without interval.

Rumble...

At the same time, countless light and shadows and sounds splashed out from that star-like brilliance, staining Zhang Fan's primordial spirit, appearing one by one before his eyes.

"Even if I die, I want to die with you."

In the dim underground world, a delicate yet unyielding voice rang out.

Yin winds howled, demonic Qi crisscrossed, and terrifying visions shook the underground world, as if they wanted to lift the dome.

In a pool of blood, a young girl held a blood-covered youth in her arms, like the final barrier protecting him; letting the demonic wind rage and tear at her snow-white body, she never relaxed even a bit.

At this moment, her gaze was incomparably firm.

"I have entered the tribulation and have not escaped; if you stay here, you will only die in vain," the youth gritted his teeth and shouted.

His eyes were deep, like the endless long night; at this life-and-death juncture, he remained surprisingly calm, only his gaze toward the girl revealed a trace of worry.

"Even if I die, I want to die with you," the girl said incomparably stubbornly.

She held the youth tightly in her arms; the surrounding demonic wind cut into her body like knives, and fresh blood flowed, yet it never made her loosen her grip even a fraction.

"Zhang Lingzong, the people of the Southern Zhang are all dead, how can you still live?"

Suddenly, an insidious voice came from an unknown direction.

Hum...