Becoming a true immortal through my descendents' praying

He closed his eyes, thinking it was an illusion, and forcefully scanned with his Divine Sense.

Cultivators might not trust their own eyes, but they would always trust their Divine Sense.

But at this moment... Hui Ji’s Divine Sense encountered nothing but chaos!

Darkness completely enveloped them!

"Hunting stance of the Dark Night!"

A pale blue glow emanated from Yang Feng’s body, a pair of flesh wings unfolded behind him, and he flew out like an ethereal bat!

"Could this be... the domain of a Nascent Soul Stage?"

"Wood Ash Spirit Puppet, protect me!"

Hui Ji, at a loss, hastily recalled his Golden Core Stage Spirit Puppet to protect himself.

And the Jin Family were in total disarray.

Everyone had lost all Spiritual Sense and couldn’t perceive where their allies were.

Their Spirit Beasts were also in a state of panic, having lost their vision.

"You talk too much, time for you to go first."

Jin Ping felt a gust of wind sweep past him, then his Protective Magical Artifacts exploded one after another!

Bang bang bang!

He had just suffered a devastating blow!

"Protect me!"

He shouted, but no one could locate his position.

Chaos reigned, complete chaos!

A pair of black hands reached out from the clouds, grasping towards Jin Ping.

Jin Ping, sensing the danger and the fluctuations of magic, immediately ordered his Red Flame Horse to take the brunt of the attack from the giant hand in the sky.

But this time, Yang Feng’s magic had greatly increased in power during the "Dark Time," grabbing the Red Flame Horse and gripping it fiercely amid its screams and struggles!

Boom!

The Red Flame Horse exploded, sending flesh and blood flying.

Jin Ping turned pale with horror: "No! Where’s my horse? Wait... where’s my horse?"

Behind him, Yang Feng’s voice emerged like a ghost at the nape of his neck.

"Your horse is dead."

Jin Ping’s eyes widened as his sense of crisis peaked!

He rallied all his Spiritual Power to form a protective barrier around himself.

Puchi!

Yang Feng’s hand effortlessly broke through the protection and punched Jin Ping’s head to pieces!

Then black flames ignited, burning his soul to ash!

The Jin Family Head met with physical and spiritual demise!

Not even immortals could save him.

"Family Head! Family Head, what has happened to you?"

"Where are you? Where is the enemy?"

"Ah ah ah~ Where is this? I can’t tell, I can’t tell!"

Yang Feng tossed aside the corpse and spit.

"Arrogant old fool... think you can kill me? Maybe in your next life."

Whoosh!

A flash of Sword Qi attacked!

Yang Feng’s wings beat swiftly, and he narrowly avoided the strike with great speed!

A cut from the Gang Wind caused by the Sword Qi opened a deep gash on his body, from which red blood flowed.

The Wood Ash Swordsman Spirit Puppet had sensed him.

Yang Feng moved his wings and once again merged with the wind, vanishing into the darkness without a trace.

[Talent: Wind Walker]

As Feng Xun’s son, he inherited a bit of his father’s ability in the Wind Element, and since childhood, he could ride the wind without consuming Spiritual Power.

When flying, he merged with the wind, making it very difficult for a cultivator’s Spiritual Sense to detect him.

"Fake Pill Stage..."

Hui Ji frowned, sensing the combat strength Yang Feng had just unleashed, and determined his level of power.

"Four days, from the first level of Foundation Establishment to Fake Pill Stage, and to possess such a terrifying Domain Type Magical Treasure... just how deep are the Yang Family’s foundations."

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If the Yang Family had shown such terrifying strength from the start, perhaps he would have stayed out of it.

But now... he was in too deep to back out.

He could only press on!

And in this endless darkness, even as a Golden Core cultivator, he couldn’t perceive much.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Yang Feng’s three consecutive attacks were all blocked by his Wood Ash Spirit Puppet.

The Mechanical Creation Puppet was more sensitive in this environment than its master, dealing with the situation remarkably calmly.

Hui Ji was slightly relieved.

Though the Fake Pill Stage had certain abilities of the Golden Core Stage, it was still fake, unable to break his Golden Core, so he was still safe for now.

However, about the array... currently swathed in darkness, his Golden Mechanism Stick had already been taken by the Spirit Puppet to use as a weapon against the hidden Yang Feng.

At that moment, he casually pulled out another Breaking Formation Magic Treasure, the Seven Star Plate. Although not as exquisitely intricate as the Golden Mechanism Stick, it was still a Mid Grade Treasure and could be used to set up an Array or to break one.

Having adapted to the rhythm of Yang Feng’s attacks, he continued to play a game with Yang Feng using his Spirit Puppet, while he himself concentrated on breaking the formation.

Hui Ji knew that once he broke the formation, he would gain the upper hand, and no matter how much the Yang Family members struggled, they would fall into his grasp.

"Hmph! Do you think I would let you have your way?"

"Shadow Arrow!"

Yang Feng spread his hands, and a pitch-black arrow flew out of the courtyard’s Demon Realm Transmission Array; he flung the arrow straight out!

Rumbling~

The air and the ground thundered with an overwhelming momentum sweeping across like a landslide!

Whiz!

The Wood Ash Spirit Puppet swung its sword!

But a flash of black light on the Shadow Arrow allowed it to pierce through the Sword Qi and continue its trajectory, stabbing into Hui Ji’s back!

Splurt!

A Golden Silk Treasure Armor appeared on Hui Ji’s body, yet the arrow penetrated the armor and buried itself into Hui Ji’s flesh.

"Agh!"

Hui Ji cried out in pain, then furious Spiritual Power forced the Shadow Arrow out!

Blood spurted wildly!

The previously composed Hui Ji... was injured.

"What kind of arrow is this!"

It had pierced through the blockade made by his Spirit Puppet and his armor; such power... only a Golden Core cultivator of the same level could possibly achieve that!

How could Yang Feng, merely rushed to the Fake Pill Stage, accomplish this?

Whiu~

The Shadow Arrow vanished into the darkness, and moments later, reappeared in Yang Feng’s hand.

"Hehe~ Turns out Golden Core cultivators also bleed... I wonder, will you die if you are killed?"