roar!
hold head high--
The sounds of tigers roaring and dragons howling rose and fell in the gradually decaying blessed land, interspersed with occasional howls, which vaguely revealed a hint of pain and anger.
"not bad!"
Standing in the air, surrounded by three dragons and three tigers, Feng Bingwen looked down at the relatively tiny existence in the circular sinkhole below, his eyes filled with surging fighting spirit.
This was a bitter battle. This was the most terrifying opponent he had encountered since he began cultivating. Even though its status was nothing compared to the mythical creatures that Feng Bingwen had fought in the past, this monster truly wanted to kill him.
However, Feng Bingwen also wanted to erase this monster that had caused the great famine from this land and sky, leaving no trace of it.
Because of its terrifying physique, which was so strong that even a human immortal could not break through its defenses, Feng Bingwen had given up on using magic and supernatural powers to fight it. Even the immortal sword in his hand could not break through the drought demon's defenses.
He chose to engage it in close combat, using the most primitive and violent methods to fight fiercely with the drought demon, trying to dismember its body.
Even if he received the legacy of a primordial deity, he still couldn't gain an overwhelming advantage in close combat against this monster, who was famous throughout the world for his ridiculously powerful body.
After all, although that supreme being left behind his innate essence, that essence only transformed Feng Bingwen's body to a level that matched his current realm, without elevating him to a level comparable to that supreme being. It merely endowed him with the potential to reach that realm.
Therefore, Feng Bingwen suffered some minor losses at the beginning of the close combat, but after adapting to the combat rhythm of the drought demon, he was able to turn the tables and gain a certain advantage.
To be fair, this drought demon's fighting style is like that of a raging beast that has lost its mind, completely chaotic. However, combined with its powerful physique, many immortal cultivators cannot adapt to this fighting style. Once they cannot suppress it, they will be torn apart.
"Truly worthy of being called a drought demon!"
Feng Bingwen raised his right arm and glanced at it. His Taoist robe had long been torn to shreds in the previous fierce battle, leaving no trace of his body. On his bare arm, which had no clothes to cover it, four dark claw marks were so conspicuous and eye-catching.
Amidst the churning flesh, one could even see bones with a crystalline texture. However, these jade bones were also tainted by the intense corpse aura and scorching flames, turning a heartbreaking grayish-white color.
However, the shocking injuries were reversing; golden blood was gushing out, and the death aura, so intense that it could turn an ordinary cultivator into a zombie, was being gradually expelled.
As the death energy that repelled the blood energy of the living gradually dissipated, the blazing true essence unique to the drought demon became insignificant. Feng Bingwen didn't even need to do anything; his body began to actively accept or devour that power.
In just a few breaths, Feng Bingwen's severe injuries from the previous battle had almost completely healed, leaving only a few faint scars. These scars also gradually disappeared without a trace with each breath, becoming completely undetectable.
roar!
Below, at the very bottom of the circular sinkhole formed by the terrifying impact, a red-haired monster, its legs already submerged in shallow lava, roared to the sky.
That thick, smooth red fur is now torn in many places, and you can vaguely see its robust physique and ugly, ferocious face.
It is difficult to determine what race this drought demon was in life, it may have been human, although ordinary humans would not be able to have a body several meters tall.
However, among cultivators, there are quite a few who, upon reaching a high level of cultivation, have completely lost their human form; merely having a larger body is really nothing special.
Winter~
A shallow lava spray rose dozens of feet high, and the drought demon, which was hundreds of feet away from Feng Bingwen, appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye. Its sharp claws, with many of their nails broken, once again reached for Feng Bingwen's heart.
The beast-like instincts and the fighting style of attacking the prey's vitals at all costs were easily countered by Feng Bingwen, who had now adapted to it.
boom!
A burst of energy erupted at close range, with a deafening roar like thunder. Feng Bingwen barely had time to think before calmly deflecting the attack, which even the drought demon could barely see.
This drought demon doesn't possess any supernatural powers or spells; compared to its body, which can directly withstand the attacks of immortal artifacts, those are all too flashy and unorthodox.
Even so, with such a powerful physique, every move he makes can unleash terrifying power that is not much less than that of supernatural abilities.
Its speed, which is like teleportation, is the best proof. Even cultivators who possess the skills of "extending the distance by a foot" or "shrinking the earth into an inch" would probably not be able to teleport continuously without thinking like it.
Faced with such an opponent, Feng Bingwen gradually gave up using his brain. It was too fast. Once he thought about it before making an attack, he was already a step too slow. So, it was better to leave everything to his physical instincts.
Although it was a bit strenuous at first, once he adapted to the rhythm, the potential contained in Feng Bingwen's body was gradually stimulated.
Although Feng Bingwen is not a martial artist, he is better than one. Martial artists often train in battle, and the sweat they shed on a daily basis can only hone their skills.
"It's still a little short!"
Being able to feel yourself getting stronger or your potential being stimulated and unleashed at a very intuitive speed is a process that can be intoxicating and addictive.
The three dragons and three tigers, imbued with various divine powers, constantly roamed around Feng Bingwen's body and even danced with his every move; this was the best proof of their existence.
When he first underwent his tribulation, he only manifested as a dragon and a tiger. However, after fighting this drought demon with a life-or-death struggle aimed solely at destroying it, in terms of pure strength, Feng Bingwen could easily defeat his former self before the battle.
Of course, it's not to say that the Heavenly Tribulation was inferior to a drought demon, but Feng Bingwen's existence was too special, so much so that when he underwent his tribulation, the Heavenly Dao subtly gave him leeway, not putting him under much pressure, let alone a life-or-death crisis, and naturally this could not stimulate the hidden power within him.
"What a pity!"
Although it's regrettable, the pressure exerted by an opponent whose combat strength is constant and has even declined is limited, especially given that Feng Bingwen is getting stronger with each battle.
Kacha!
A sour cracking sound rang out, followed by the drought demon's roar filled with pain. Feng Bingwen held its claws in his hands, golden blood energy permeating the air, and the sound came from within.
When Feng Bingwen released his hand, a mixture of almost entirely grayish-black minced meat and bone fragments appeared at the end of the drought demon's arm.
"roar!"
The drought demon didn't say much; it didn't even have the most basic thinking ability. However, even so, in addition to its initial indifference, a strong resentment and a faint fear surfaced in its eyes as it looked at Feng Bingwen.
Meanwhile, the claws that Feng Bingwen had almost crippled were healing and recovering at an extremely rapid pace.
If a human martial artist cultivates their physique to this level, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they've achieved physical sainthood. Not to mention limb regeneration, even if their head were to be removed and a new one grew back, it wouldn't be a problem.
"This is my lucky place!"
Seeing the drought demon's expression of determination to tear him apart or face certain death, Feng Bingwen was naturally very pleased.
If this monster insisted on running away, he was genuinely worried that it would escape, after all, he wasn't a celestial being yet, and his blessed land couldn't be considered a true blessed land.
However, there's no need to worry about that now. This drought demon is much more stubborn than he imagined, and even when it's at a disadvantage, it doesn't have the slightest intention of running away.
This battle turned into a war of attrition, and under these circumstances, the outcome seemed obvious.
In the blessed land, it is impossible to exhaust its controller to death. Either the controller is crushed and defeated, or the person obediently runs away, or they are foolish enough to become fertilizer.
Clearly, this drought demon, lacking much wisdom, chose to transform into fertilizer, nourishing this barren blessed land.
Even so, Feng Bingwen paid a terrible price to achieve such results. He, who had hardly ever been injured since his debut, was repeatedly and severely wounded by that monster.
These injuries were repaired by the vigorous blood energy in a very short time, restoring them to their best condition. In contrast, Feng Bingwen left even more severe wounds on the drought demon.
Although the drought demon is an ancestor of monsters like zombies, it still needs to consume a lot of vital energy to repair its body after it is injured.
No matter how defiant or contrary to the laws of nature a monster may be, it still has to abide by basic principles. For example, although the power contained in its body may be immense, it is still finite. If it cannot be replenished and is constantly being consumed, it will inevitably be exhausted in a certain period of time.
Feng Bingwen had no idea how long he had been fighting the drought demon. He not only lost track of time, but he also lost track of how many times he had been injured. At first, he kept track of it in his mind, but he gradually became numb to it.
A powerful physique inevitably comes with extreme speed. To fight against such an opponent, one must skip the step of thinking and, upon sensing danger, directly retaliate with the body.
Perhaps it was ten days, perhaps a month, or perhaps even longer. Without anyone disturbing him, Feng Bingwen fought the drought demon fiercely in the blessed land.
His blessed land, which was only commendable in its vastness, was also ravaged by destruction, with more than half of its territory shattered and riddled with craters, leaving it in a state of utter chaos.
However, this became unimportant after Feng Bingwen tore off the drought demon's limbs and head as well.
"it's over?!"
Standing on the ravaged land, Feng Bingwen looked at the devastated earth beneath his feet, then his gaze fell upon the mangled remains of the drought demon that he had torn to pieces before him. His eyes were somewhat dazed, and his tone was not entirely certain.
He had completely forgotten the terrifying regenerative abilities that this drought demon had displayed each time he thought he could end the battle.
Of course, he wasn't much worse off. No matter how terrible the injury, as long as it didn't destroy more than half of his body in an instant, he could recover in a very short time.
In terms of recovery ability alone, Feng Bingwen should be above limb regeneration and below blood regeneration. However, if his physique really reaches the level of blood regeneration, then the Heavenly Immortal status is irrelevant.
"..."
Looking at the mass of the drought demon's remains, which hadn't been reassembled and whose internal organs were about to be ripped out of his chest, Feng Bingwen fell into deep thought.
Completely destroying this simple and pure monster is much more difficult than he imagined.
Don't be fooled by the fact that this drought demon looks like it's dead. In reality, if you bury part of its remains in a "feng shui treasure land" with abundant earth vein energy, after a while, a perfectly intact drought demon will emerge from the ground, lively and energetic.
Such a monster, intolerable to the laws of Heaven, is so terrifying that conventional methods of exorcising evil and destroying demons are almost ineffective against it. It seems that the only suitable method is suppression and sealing.
"Speaking of which, drought demons are considered a great calamity, aren't they?"
Feng Bingwen wasn't troubled by this simple problem for long. He had already defeated the drought demon, so worrying about how to deal with it was simply a joke.
The young man, now exuding a wild power, whose naked body embodies the beauty of strength, directly pulled out an exquisite ancient pagoda, though not particularly tall.
"Can you train this thing? If so, I'll hand it over to you to handle!"
Feng Bingwen directly communicated with the ancient sword tower's spirit, which was somewhat bewildered and not much stronger than a human child.
"Delicious! I can eat it!"
This immortal artifact, reborn from the ashes and returning to its peak once more, merely conveyed a simple thought to him.
"very good!"
Having received a satisfactory answer, Feng Bingwen tossed the immortal artifact away and then focused his attention back on his sea of consciousness.
The moment he defeated the drought demon, the celestial book in his consciousness underwent an unprecedented change.
Record of good deeds
Suppress and kill the drought demon (remnant), good deeds, one million
The simple line of record made Feng Bingwen hold his breath. In Feng Bingwen's eyes, this line of record reflected a golden radiance. No, this record was truly shining. However, compared to this dazzling record, Feng Bingwen also noticed the word "incomplete" marked in parentheses.
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