Chapter 60: Three Turns of the Golden Bridge

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  Fierce, crazy, boundless purple thunder sea, Wang Qian is like the god of death walking on the edge of hell, cruel to his enemies, but even more ruthless to himself.

  Bolts of fierce lightning struck his body, large pieces of bone and flesh constantly shattering, although the mysterious power was invincible, that kind of lingering pain was not something anyone could endure.

  Boom!

  The Divine Phoenix Ancient Cauldron was shattered, this treasure of a magical artifact, with its dazzling spiritual light and shocking divine power, is absolutely an artifact of the utmost quality. It's also the most formidable magical artifact that Wang Qian has ever seen so far. Now, first, the Purple Thunderbolt continuously struck down, cutting the artifact in half, then Wang Qian went all out, using the Suffering Sea Seal to its limits, and with one move of the Transcendence Seal, finally shattered this precious artifact into pieces.

  "What a pity! This treasure, shaped like a large tripod, is suitable for refining equipment, alchemy, or defense. Now it's been destroyed by my own hands, what a shame!"

  Wang Gan sighed in his heart, his feet treading on thunder as he stepped closer and closer to the two elderly men of the Phoenix Clan.

  "Wang Qian, you are so ruthless and poisonous, but the divine power of our Phoenix Clan is not something you can imagine, Ancient Phoenix God's Blood, Heaven-Defying and Earth-Penetrating!"

  Two old men exchanged a glance, revealing tragic and majestic eyes. Then they let out a loud roar, and their entire bodies burst into flames of golden red color.

  Whoosh!

  Two streaks of flame, speeding to the extreme, almost with a legendary teleportation effect, just now in front of Wang Qian, turned around, and only two red lines were left on the horizon.

  "It's incredible, what kind of escape method is this? It was too fast, in less than the blink of an eye, they must have already left the Mingyue Mountains, I don't know where they went."

  Wang Gan's eyes widened in shock, and he attached even more importance to the Feng family in his heart. This ancient family had countless divine arts and unparalleled depth, sometimes even more formidable than many major sects. Due to their long history, they maintained a low profile, and no one knew what means they had at their disposal.

  "This is a kind of escape technique used by the Phoenix descendants, it's very fast, but don't be envious, these two young ones have used this escape technique once, and the loss they suffered was not ordinary, at least half of the undying blood in their bodies had to be burned, and their life force and lifespan were greatly reduced, this is a real lifesaving trick, with a huge price to pay."

  Bi Fang's spiritual fluctuations transmitted to Wang Qian's heart, just now when he triggered the thunder, this old bird directly slipped away without knowing where it went, and now it has contacted Wang Qian again.

  Wang Qian nodded, this escape method is powerful, but the cost is too great, it's simply a self-mutilating technique.

  Purple light flashed, previously it was the Purple Thunderbolt condensing into a blue dragon, thundering down, with boundless power, having a grand destructive atmosphere, a crazy demon's realm.

  Then came a hail of spherical lightning bolts, equivalent to countless high explosives, ceaselessly pounding down.

  Bang!

  Wang Qian let out a mournful cry as a spherical lightning bolt struck his shoulder, blowing half of his body into a bloody pulp once again.

  Too tragic, too ruthless, too painful.

  Feng Ge was just wildly shouting and cursing, but now the second wave of spherical lightning came down, he could no longer hold on. At the same time, four or five thunderballs exploded on his body, instantly blasting his physical body to destruction. A wisp of essence barely escaped from the shattered flesh, only to be struck by a series of electric arcs, exploding into a wisp of cyan smoke.

  Feng Ge, the talented young man of the Feng tribe, took a wrong step and entered the realm of death. Now he is both physically and spiritually extinct, not even an immortal descending to the mortal world can revive him.

  Wang Qian saw Feng Ge's miserable state and a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.

  Although cultivators seem powerful and omnipotent, sometimes their lives are so fragile, even weaker than ordinary people.

  For example, Feng Ge is only about thirty years old this year. He is in the prime of his life, but now he has been buried in the mountains of Mingyu. Even as an enemy, Wang Qian's heart also rose with a sense of sadness, which is a lament for life, without personal grudges.

  "On the long journey of life, there are many demonic obstacles; when can I obtain the true scriptures?"

  Suddenly a sentence emerged in his mind, and he quickly calmed down, struggling to survive in the thunderstorm sea.

  Spherical lightning, purple thunderbolt soldiers, human-headed bird-bodied thunder spirits, various thunderbolts and killings came down, Wang Qian's life was like a candle in the wind, suddenly bright and dark, but always reserved a thread of vitality, without completely sinking.

  This is where his soul is strong, he has cultivated his primordial spirit, gained insight into the great Tao, and when crossing the tribulation, there are also great benefits.

  The Nine Turns of Refining the Body, is indeed a sacred and mysterious art. It's unknown what kind of existence left behind this path to enlightenment. The more Wang Qian cultivates, the more he gains from it, obtaining many heavenly principles.

  Destruction, vitality, reincarnation, withering and flourishing, all sorts of thoughts surged in his mind.

  Time flies, the vast purple thunder ocean is drying up, and this disaster is about to pass.

  Wang Qian's soul was numb under the endless thunder, and he didn't even know how many times his body had been destroyed, or how many times he had walked on the edge of life and death.

  Shattered, recast, destroyed, reborn, in the thunder, his body was like a piece of stubborn iron, forged under the heavenly thunder, into an indestructible divine material.

  Boom!

  The air was filled with a thunderous roar, and the dantian churned violently. In the final moment, Wang Qian's bitter sea finally reached a stable size of ten zhang, a full ten zhang of space that was as deep as the ocean. The surroundings were shrouded in a boundless expanse of cyan-colored nothingness, with no one knowing where it led to.

  A magnificent golden bridge emerged from the sea of suffering, with dense symbols and a flowing Taoist rhythm. It truly has a kind of transcendent connotation imprinted on it, but now this Taoist rhythm is still very shallow, apparently his cultivation is not yet profound enough.

  "Bitter sea, golden bridge, bitter sea, golden bridge."

  Wang Qian muttered to himself, and finally began to gradually understand the cultivation of the Nine Turns Body Refining Technique.

  The atmosphere is majestic and boundless, with countless great praises that can be applied to this divine skill.

  At the first turn, Wang Qian returned to his origin and reverted to his primordial state, with his physical body preceding heaven.

  The second turning is opening up the sea of suffering.

  The third turning begins to cast a golden bridge, step by step, gradually deepening.

  In this process, his physical body became increasingly solid, with boundless strength, as if he were a divine beast king.

  Rumble!

  With a casual punch, Wang Qian's entire aura surged violently, a virtual golden bridge emerged, emitting an immortal divine light that illuminated the world, spanning the void and piercing into the thunderclouds in the sky.

  This Golden Bridge is a manifestation of Wang Qian's cultivation and also a kind of majestic and overbearing fist method called Pishan Shenquan.

  This boxing method has only one move, but it contains all things, its meaning, Tao rhyme, continuous like the endless ancient sea, one move comes out, and the color of heaven and earth changes.

  Wang Qian first used this martial art divine ability, and with one move, the sky collapsed and shattered. A large amount of purple lightning clouds were blown apart from their smallest structure, then the Golden Bridge stretched out and retracted, absorbing a large amount of energy into his body.

  Powerful, overbearing, Wang Qian's fist shattered the tribulation clouds, and he forged his body with the thunder of heaven and earth. This is a great courage, a great determination, and a great divine power.

  The sky is clear and the air is fresh, with a gentle breeze blowing. Just now it was thundering and lightning was flashing, but now everything is calm as water.

  The calamity has passed.

  Wang Gan felt a surge of joy in his heart, and he finally understood that his cultivation could be like this. Every time he transcended the heavenly tribulation, every time he battled against the thunderbolts of the heavens, it was all a precious experience. At this moment, his understanding of the way of cultivation truly began to explode.

  "Haha, Wang Qian, you played a beautiful move today! I thought you were indecisive and couldn't achieve great things. Earlier in Phoenix Valley, it was clear that you could have taken down Feng Ge's group of young masters, but instead you let them leave safely. It turns out you were waiting for them here."

  Bi Fang this old bird, transformed into a sparrow-like appearance, swaying and swaying from afar, also unknown where he had just been.

  "Hmph, why didn't you appear earlier and just chase them away? You had to let me go on a killing spree, thinking it's all fun and games? Do you know how powerful the Feng family is? What if one day a powerful immortal suddenly appears and slaps me to death with one palm?"

  When Wang Gan heard Bi Fang's words, he felt extremely resentful in his heart. Indeed, if Bi Fang had revealed his divine powers and shown his true identity as a great demon of the Undying Realm earlier, those people from the Feng family would not have dared to be so arrogant. They would have left with their tails between their legs, and Wang Gan wouldn't have had to make such a big fuss.

  Although he wasn't afraid of trouble, his current cultivation was low and his strength was weak, which was an indisputable fact. Compared to those thousand-year-old monsters, there was a huge gap between them. This time, he had offended the Feng family, and who knows how many more troubles were waiting for him in the future?