CHAPTER 720: TEN THOUSAND-YEAR SPIRIT MILK

Wang Hong's avatar takes the form of a golden Demon Bull sta

Wang Hong's avatar takes the form of a golden Demon Bull standing over ten zhang tall. However, spatial rifts abound in this area. If the avatar were to appear in its true form, it would likely be cut into pieces by the spatial rifts without the need for the opponent to take action.

The avatar wields a golden hammer and with a swift movement, strikes towards a member of the Abyss Clan.

The Abyss Clan member wields a hammer made of white bones, covered with fierce bone spurs.

The clash of their hammers resounds loudly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The violent clashes cause the surrounding spatial rifts to tremble, and for a moment, the two are evenly matched in their struggle.

Taking advantage of the avatar engaging one opponent, he now forms a Grand Formation with sixty-four Flying Swords, instantly enveloping the remaining two Demon Race members.

Within the Grand Formation, a swamp emerges, trapping one of the Demon Race members, rendering them unable to move.

Simultaneously, the Golden Crow Fire, birthed from the Flying Swords, emerges, engulfing the trapped Demon Race member like an ocean, consuming them.

All of his primary Flying Swords are refined from the Ten Thousand-Year Fusang Wood core, capable of releasing the Golden Crow Fire.

Their extraordinary material quality makes them unattainable even for a Soul Transformation Cultivator.

After refining his primary Flying Swords, he nurtured them within his dantian for many years, greatly enhancing their quality and power.

Previously, due to his insufficient strength, he couldn't unleash the full potential of this set of Flying Swords. Now, driven by his Soul Transformation cultivation level, their power is incomparable to before.

After being engulfed by flames, the Demon Race member struggles for a moment but soon falls silent.

Then, under Wang Hong's control, the flames swiftly move towards another Demon Race member.

While Wang Hong faces three opponents alone, Bai Wushuang, on the other hand, is already at a disadvantage under the joint attack of a demon and a ghost, facing imminent danger.

Fortunately, this lad possesses numerous life-saving treasures and always manages to produce new ones to resolve crises, truly resembling a treasure trove.

Wang Hong's avatar brings down the golden hammer once again, shattering the bone hammer in the Abyss Clan member's hand into several pieces.

Seeing his two companions trapped in the array, the Abyss Clan member, in panic, spews out a mouthful of black blood.

This black blood gathers before him, coalescing into countless evil ghost skulls that soar towards Wang Hong's golden avatar.

The golden hammer continuously flies out, emitting several loud bangs as it smashes the evil ghost skulls to pieces, turning them into black smoke.

However, this black smoke does not dissipate but gathers together again, reforming into evil ghost skulls and rushing towards the avatar once more.

Facing the relentless assault of the evil ghost skulls, chunks of flesh have already been torn from the avatar's body, devoured by the skulls.

After consuming the flesh, the evil ghost skulls become even more powerful, their malevolence increasing.

At this moment, the avatar simply retracts the golden hammer, forming seals with both hands as a golden light radiates from his palms.

The golden light emanating from his palms grows larger, spreading and enveloping his entire body.

The evil ghost skulls rushing towards him are illuminated by the golden light, melting away like snow meeting sunlight.

These evil ghost skulls emit a series of miserable screams before dissipating into the void.

After these skulls disappear, the aura of the Abyss Clan member across from him significantly diminishes.

Wang Hong's avatar doesn't miss such a perfect opportunity. All the golden light converges and shoots forward.

The Abyss Clan member facing him is bathed in the golden light, as if scorched by fire, emitting sizzling sounds from their body.

In agony, the Abyss Clan member howls within the golden light, eventually ceasing all movement.

A Nascent Soul emerges as a black light from the corpse, quietly flying out along the ground, fleeing into the distance.

At this moment, Wang Hong has just dealt with two opponents, and the sword formation has yet to be withdrawn.

Seeing the Nascent Soul attempting to escape, he immediately adjusts the sword formation, swiftly enveloping the Nascent Soul within it.

The formation activates, capturing the Nascent Soul, then using various seals to completely subdue it.

Seeing Wang Hong swiftly deal with three opponents, the two who were attacking Bai Wushuang dare not linger and promptly flee.

Bai Wushuang, also ruthless, disregards his injuries at this moment, desperately entangling one Demon Race member. He refuses to let go despite the fierce attacks until Wang Hong arrives to assist, and together they slay the Demon Race member.

"Finally dead! You tried to kill me!"

After uttering these words, Bai Wushuang collapses, panting heavily.

After catching his breath for a moment, seemingly recalling something, he glances at Wang Hong and then takes out a pill, swallowing it.

As the pill enters his stomach, the depleted Spiritual Power in his body slowly begins to recover.

Bai Wushuang is covered in injuries at this moment, no longer resembling a whole person.

During the previous journey to pluck the immortal fruit, he lost an arm to a spatial rift, which has yet to regenerate.

In the recent treasure hunt, he lost half of an ear, and one leg was severed at the knee. Fortunately, his cultivation level has reached this realm, so even without a leg, his mobility is unaffected.

During the recent battle, he gained several more bloody holes in his body, making his appearance terrifying.

Fortunately, after reaching the Nascent Soul Realm, his damaged limbs and organs can regenerate; otherwise, with his current appearance, he would probably never find a suitable Dao Companion in this lifetime.

Despite being so severely injured, his first thought is to restore his Spiritual Power to maintain combat effectiveness.

It's evident that he still maintains some wariness towards Wang Hong, but Wang Hong doesn't mind. He would make the same choice in such a situation.

Who knows if a teammate is morally upright or would take advantage of another's peril?

After Bai Wushuang consumes a pill to restore his vitality, and his Spiritual Power has somewhat recovered, he takes another pill to heal his injuries.

"Many thanks to Fellow Daoist Wang for saving my life! This is a small token of appreciation."

Bai Wushuang, as a young master of a sect, is straightforward in expressing his gratitude, directly presenting a thumb-sized jade vial to Wang Hong.

Wang Hong has seen him use the liquid inside before, instantly restoring Spiritual Power, even faster than his Spirit Wine.

"This is the Ten Thousand-Year Spirit Milk, a special product of the Lingxiao Sword Sect. Please accept it, Fellow Daoist Wang."

Seeing Bai Wushuang's sincerity, Wang Hong reluctantly accepts the Ten Thousand-Year Spirit Milk.

This Ten Thousand-Year Spirit Milk is quite valuable. Even if he has no use for it with his Ten Thousand-Year Spirit Wine, he can auction it off for a hefty sum.

"I owe my life to Fellow Daoist Wang's timely arrival. Otherwise, I would have long lost it. Your strength is remarkable, Fellow Daoist Wang. Facing three opponents of the same tier and winning single-handedly is truly rare."

After expressing his gratitude, Bai Wushuang doesn't forget to flatter Wang Hong.

Wang Hong waits for Bai Wushuang to recover for a while before the two set off towards the exit once again.

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