Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

”It’s that guy!”

At the first moment when Qingyang’s Great Handprint appeared, Yan Qianji recognized the user.

It was the nightmare that brought him ten years of agony!

From his panicked shout, everyone roughly understood that the newcomer might be the strong fighter who severely wounded Yan Qianji ten years ago. But under the pressure of the handprint, there was no time to think carefully.

Each person used their extreme moves, either wearing down, counterattacking, or staunchly defending.

In an instant, only deafening explosions were heard at the foot of Yanfu Mountain.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Seven consecutive explosions erupted simultaneously.

The terrifying shockwaves even flipped over the Xuan Turtle lying prone.

If Bai Meiling hadn’t been shielded by the Xuanhuang Seal, she would probably have been blown to bits.

The intense tremors shook the heavens and the earth, reaching up to the mountain.

The people on the mountain seemed to hear the commotion too, their eyes, glowing with ghostly green flames, looked toward the foot of the mountain, but due to the lingering prohibition, they couldn’t see clearly.

They couldn’t see, but the participants of this battle saw it all too clearly.

Threads of ghost qi, swirling in the howling wind, continuously gathered and reformed into their original bodies.

But compared to before, it was much thinner.

Even Yan Qianji, after being severely injured by Wang Yuan earlier, couldn’t gather his ghost body now.

Seven pairs of eyes simultaneously looked upward.

A young man dressed in a luxurious Feather Robe, with a handsome face, looked at them coldly.

His eyes were profound, making people unconsciously sink into them.

His gaze was brilliant, as if it could pierce through the Nine You, making it hard for people to look directly.

Because his aura was too powerful, even the man in yellow beside him was subconsciously ignored.

Exclamations came out of the mouths of the Ghost Emperors.

”Who is he?”

”How could there be such a strong person in the Nether Abyss?”

”With just one hand, he destroyed the protective dharma treasure I painstakingly found.”

The exclamations were full of fear.

Because not one of the Seven Great Ghost Emperors took the prior strike head-on.

This meant that the man in the Feather Robe’s strength was not just above any individual but above all of them!

And at this moment!

The cold man slowly spoke.

”Trying to escape?”

He reached out his hand, grasping at the void as if catching something.

In the void, an ethereal figure stumbled and fell out, unable to break free from the oppressive force no matter how the surrounding ghostly fog gathered.

He screamed pitiably, ”Spare me! Spare me!”

It was Yan Qianji!

The Ghost Emperors didn’t expect that his inability to gather his soul body was just a facade.

In reality, he had long secretly withdrawn, intending to leave this place.

This cautiousness is indeed worthy of the old tortoise’s origins, Yan Qianji.

But the most terrifying thing was that everyone failed to notice the man in the Feather Robe had already found out in advance and even forced him out.

This required what sort of powerful divine soul endowment?

The next moment.

The man in the Feather Robe slightly moved his lips, then lightly shouted.

”Too late!”

His right hand suddenly clenched.

Yan Qianji’s screams came to an abrupt halt, leaving only a wisp of blue smoke that dissipated in Yanfu Mountain.

A large amount of ghost qi, without the divine soul to gather it, began to surge around wildly.

Seeing this scene as if King Yan himself had come calling, the six remaining Ghost Emperors all became terrified.

Ghost Cultivators, abandoning their bodies, mainly cultivate Yin Souls, forming their bodies with large amounts of ghost qi.

Although there are many drawbacks to this, such as slow cultivation, fear of the Ultimate Yang and Firm Power, and weak attack strength, they also have benefits that ordinary Immortal Cultivators can’t enjoy.

That is a strong immunity to some physical attacks, such as magic items, techniques, fists, and feet.

After all, even if the bodies are formed of ghost qi, once scattered, they can quickly regather.

But right now, this advantage was utterly meaningless against the man in front of them.

His qi power was dignified, upright, ultimate, firm, and yang!

His techniques came with a trace of cyan flames, which would unleash vigorous vitality upon contacting their soul bodies, quickly eroding the dead qi, ghost qi, and even Yin energy they relied on.

”This man is powerful, unbeatable!”

This thought almost simultaneously occurred to each of the six Great Ghost Emperors.

The next moment!

Someone acted, summoning a black Flood Dragon with teeth bared, charging at Luo Chen.

Someone resolutely fled outward.

Another turned into mist, making it impossible to capture their real body.

Like birds and beasts scattering!

The man in the Feather Robe snorted coldly, raising his hands and giving a light shout.

”Go!”

A Fire Phoenix soared into the sky, extinguishing the oncoming black Flood Dragon, incinerating the slowest Ghost Emperor, then with momentum undiminished, charging toward the remaining enemies.

In just a few breaths, continuous screams echoed from the foot of Yanfu Mountain.

Finally, the significantly weakened Fire Phoenix pursued up the mountain.

Luo Chen didn’t bother with the final result, his gaze sweeping over a figure in the distance that had reformed its soul body and quickly disappeared, his expression slightly darkening.

”These ghost cultivators are truly hard to kill!”

Beside him, Deng Taiyue, dressed in a yellow Daoist Robe, opened his mouth but didn’t know how to respond.

One move to severely injure the Seven Great Ghost Emperors!

One move to annihilate five ghosts, with only one ghost escaping Yanfu Mountain, and one heading toward the mountain top, its fate still unknown.

With such battle results achieved, and you say it’s hard to kill?

What more do you want!

In the end, he could only squeeze out five words.

”Friend, you’re too modest!”

Then, Deng Taiyue waved his hand, and the Xuanhuang Seal covering Bai Meiling immediately shrunk, spinning its way into his hand before disappearing in a flash.