Immortality and Cultivation: Starting with Improved Spirit Rice

Chapter 62 Crimson Flame Demon

You Ruofeng's shoulders trembled slightly at this conjecture.

He turned his head sharply, only to see Lin Tan looking at him with a gentle expression, and putting a finger to her lips in a shushing gesture.

"You saw nothing here today."

You Ruofeng nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice, a layer of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

Such comprehension and talent are truly terrifying.

In a barren and remote place like the Seven Kingdoms, it was already incredible that he could figure out a prototype of a modular spellcasting theory similar to that of Dao soldiers, and that this kid could actually implement it to a certain extent.

In comparison, although Luo Qingyi was also a top genius, she was still within his comprehension.

But this Zhao Cheng'an was already somewhat beyond his comprehension.

During their conversation, the scene inside the tower changed once again.

As the last Bewitching Demon was beheaded by Zhao Cheng'an with a single sword strike, the fourth wave of monsters finally began to materialize.

There was only one monster this time.

It was a giant ape, five meters tall, engulfed in crimson flames.

As soon as it appeared, it let out a deafening roar.

Crimson Flame Demon.

Looking at the enormous creature, Zhao Cheng'an couldn't help but let out a wry smile.

"Sixth level of Qi Refining..."

This is a powerful demon beast with the strength equivalent to the sixth level of Qi Refining.

The difference in strength between the two was simply too great. Furthermore, having already depleted most of his spiritual energy from the previous consecutive trials, Zhao Cheng'an was no match for him at this moment.

boom!

The Crimson Flame Demon was incredibly fast, rushing forward in the blink of an eye and slamming down with a ferocious slap.

Although Zhao Cheng'an managed to block the attack with his rattan armor technique at the last second, he was still sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into an ancient tree behind him.

His rattan armor shattered, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat, spitting out a mouthful of blood, severely injured.

As the monster roared and charged again, Zhao Cheng'an wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and held his breath.

He squeezed out the last bit of spiritual energy remaining in his meridians and poured it all into the bamboo bone sword grass, gritting his teeth as he thrust forward.

Unfortunately, this monster's hide was far too thick.

The blade was firmly stuck in the muscle, failing to strike any vital organs.

Meanwhile, the Crimson Flame Demon's other giant hand, accompanied by a howling wind, slammed down towards his forehead.

Zhao Cheng'an's vision went black instantly, and he lost consciousness.

……

……

Inside the Demon-Slaying Tower, in another completely independent illusionary space.

The violent, scorching heatwave scorched all the surrounding trees, filling the air with a pungent, burnt smell.

Chen Heng moved like a white streak of light, swiftly weaving through the charred remains of the trees.

Behind her, the enormous Crimson Flame Demon roared furiously, each massive foot striking the ground and creating a deep, burning crater.

Chen Heng did not choose to confront the monster head-on.

She took a deep breath, and the two runes in her dantian circulated rapidly. She lightly touched the charred tree trunk with her toes, and her whole body floated lightly several feet away.

This was the lightness technique that Zhao Cheng'an had taught her before.

Thanks to this exquisite technique, Chen Heng maintained a safe distance from the Crimson Flame Demon.

Whenever the monster misses its target and reveals an opening, the sword-leaf grass at her fingertips transforms into a sharp golden light, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on the monster's flesh.

The golden sword energy continuously eroded the monster's health.

The flames on Crimson Flame Demon's body gradually dimmed, and its movements became sluggish due to excessive blood loss.

"Now."

Chen Heng's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

In an instant, all the spiritual energy in her body poured into her legs, and the Qi-raising technique erupted instantly.

The ground exploded, creating a ring of soil.

Chen Heng's figure vanished from the spot in an instant, transforming into a dazzling golden lightning bolt that pierced straight through the chest of the Crimson Flame Demon.

"Pfft."

Large amounts of scalding blood sprayed onto the scorched earth.

The Crimson Flame Demon's massive body stiffened for a moment before crashing to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

Chen Heng landed on the ground, her long sword pointing diagonally at the ground, and knelt down, feeling somewhat exhausted.

She was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down her face and onto the soil.

"Buzz."

Above the sky, a white light slowly gathered, eventually forming two large characters.

In section A.

Looking at the two words that were shimmering with a faint light, a relieved smile finally appeared on Chen Heng's usually cold face.

……

In another space, which is entirely composed of ice, snow and water vapor.

The battle is nearing its end.

Luo Qingyi floated quietly in mid-air, her white clothes fluttering in the wind, like a goddess high above.

Below her, the Crimson Flame Demon was roaring in anger and despair, but its legs were frozen to the ground by thick ice crystals, making it impossible for it to move an inch.

Luo Qingyi's expression was calm, and the crescent moon pattern between her eyebrows emitted a faint blue light.

She raised her right hand and gently tapped the air.

The moonlight power surrounding him seemed to be summoned, transforming into countless blue light blades several meters long, which rained down from all directions.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of explosions was deafening.

The roar of the Crimson Flame Demon was quickly torn apart by the violent water flow and ice crystals.

In the blink of an eye, the enormous monster was completely dismembered by the dense moonlight blades, turning into countless blue fragments that dissipated into the air.

Luo Qingyi raised her head and looked at the two large characters that appeared in the sky.

A.

Her expression remained calm and undisturbed, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.

……

Meanwhile, in another desolate space filled with a chilling atmosphere.

Ning Zixu and the Crimson Flame Demon stood facing each other.

Sandstorms raged.

Ning Zixu remained expressionless, his right hand slowly gripping the hilt of the black heavy sword behind him.

next moment.

Two figures passed each other in an instant.

when.

The crisp sound of a sword being sheathed echoed across the wasteland.

Behind Ning Zixu, the Crimson Flame Demon's massive body had a straight red line appearing from the very center of its head.

Then, the entire monster was neatly split in two and collapsed with a crash.

The rating for "Top Grade" also appeared in the sky.

Ning Zixu did not turn around; his figure vanished instantly, enveloped in white light.

……

On the huge white jade plaza of the Asking Platform.

With a slight spatial fluctuation, Zhao Cheng'an's figure appeared out of thin air.

He shook his head, which was feeling a bit throbbing, and felt a slight soreness in his meridians, a side effect of excessive consumption of spiritual energy.

He looked around and found that quite a few people were already standing in the square.

Many students from the Imperial Academy were gathered together, their faces pale, discussing their experience inside the tower.

At the same time, deep within Zhao Cheng'an's consciousness, he naturally received his score for the second round of assessment.

A below.

"call."

Zhao Chengan let out a long sigh of relief, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.