A person in Japan, a sword that soars to immortality.

Chapter 146 was a victory, but things seem to be getting more complicated afterward.

You can block, dodge, or endure, but you can't counterattack.

Like an endless blizzard, Ran's attack sent a chill of despair through Huameiwan and the others.

"If this continues, we'll definitely die!"

Countless threads were pulled out, instantly forming a spider web to block the impact of true energy. Then, the lever immediately jumped up and cut off the stone spikes that were shooting out from the ground.

Huameiwan's eyes darted back and forth as she used her hands and feet to block attacks, while her body sometimes had to withstand attacks from blind spots in her defenses.

No, I can't think of a solution at all!

If things continue like this, we should either hold out until the very end and exhaust the true energy of this celestial being named Lan.

Otherwise, they'll just get killed.

"But does his inner energy truly have an end...?"

The Eyebrow-Painting Pill can also be used to observe the opponent's true energy.

At this moment, in his eyes, Lan's true energy was not only stronger than before, but also showed no signs of decreasing!

"What, are you waiting for me to run out of internal energy?"

Among the eight figures, one of them spoke, and his playful tone made Huameiwan frown.

Looking at the three people struggling to cope, Lan smiled wickedly, but she felt a little dissatisfied with Lian.

It turns out that Zhu Jin was right; Big Brother (Lian) really did keep too many things from us!

He was now in the state of Demon Corpse Release. If it were before, let alone the Eight Immortal Techniques of Wokchi in front of him, even ordinary fist and foot attacks would automatically dissipate if they lasted for too long.

Now, with his offensive techniques complete, his true energy is like a perpetual motion machine, continuously gushing out from his dantian.

"One by one, this is fucking enough!"

boom!

Lan's true energy was suddenly repelled, and the source of all this was Akaza, whose eyes were shooting out blue plasma.

Rings of air emanated from his feet, causing the ground to drop and countless pebbles and dirt to rise. Blue arcs of electricity crackled and danced in the air.

Akaza's hair stood on end, and his mandarin jacket fluttered in the wind.

"This feeling... is the lord's secret technique for transforming essence, energy, and spirit!"

"Why does he know how to use it?!"

Huameiwan landed steadily with a backflip, standing next to Gang. The two looked at each other, both puzzled.

However, Yiwozu did not have the skill to answer their questions at this moment.

At this moment, he felt as if countless energies were coursing through his body, and his body, filled with power, seemed capable of shattering a small mountain with a casual punch.

The attack that had just given him trouble now seemed like a mere tickle to him.

This change in mindset shocked not only his opponent but also himself.

"Has this fully activated the power that Lord Muzan left within me?"

After careful consideration, he immediately dismissed the idea.

"No, this was originally my own power, but I used the energy left in my body by Taiyi to fully unleash it!"

"Hahahaha!"

"What kind of celestial being are you? I'll beat you to a pulp right now!"

Of course, he also wanted to say something else: What Upper Moon One? I can kill ten Kokushibo with one punch now!

Whoosh!

He vanished from his spot in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of one of Lan's clones.

Akaza unleashed a powerful punch, shattering his opponent into pieces with a single blow.

not good!

Lan Xin was shocked, her pupils contracted instantly, and after sensing the fluctuations in her opponent's true energy, she immediately drew a conclusion for herself.

I will die!

But why am I not afraid...?

One by one, his clones were destroyed, and all he could do was split again and use other immortal techniques to kill.

But no matter what it is, none of it can withstand Akaza's punch now.

"Anger makes humans stronger, but we celestials..."

"Neither love nor hate."

puff!

The thought had barely formed in Ran's mind when she realized that all her clones had been destroyed, and that Akaza's fist had pierced through her abdomen.

"Haha, I found you!"

"Become a ghost... Die!"

He was about to say the lines from before, but now that his soul had been restored, he felt a strong aversion to them, and even had a certain thought.

After we get out this time, we'll kill all the ghosts!

boom!

An energy explosion engulfed Lan, and as his body disintegrated, he gazed deeply at the three figures standing in the distant sky.

"Big brother, I think I failed..."

Almost simultaneously, on other battlefields.

The demon corpse's disintegration form resembled a ballerina's peony, kneeling on the ground, slowly dissipating into petals.

Meanwhile, Kokushibo, whose face had returned to a human appearance and who no longer had six eyes, was slowly sheathing his katana while wearing the face of Kokushibo.

Ignoring the three people behind him—Sakiri, Senta, and Fuchi—who were supporting each other, he nodded to the sky and flew swiftly towards the direction of Penglai Palace.

"Sister Zouchi, is this samurai one of our allies?"

Senta, wearing glasses with one lens missing, gritted his teeth and endured the slowly growing severed finger, asking Sakiri a question.

The other person first placed the unconscious Fu Zhi against a tree, then turned their back to him and said softly:

"Not an ally, but an enemy."

"Huh? Then why didn't he kill us?"

Senta's face paled as he instantly recalled the scene of the tall samurai fighting against Botan.

Even though the three of them had tried their best to fight, and even resorted to drinking tears and activating the transformation technique, they still could not defeat Mudan.

But at the critical moment, Ji Guoyan suddenly appeared and swung his sword, which was as bright as a silver moon descending to earth, blocking all of Mudan's true energy.

The two then engaged in battle, during which Jiguo Yansheng was on the verge of death several times, and even in the final clash, his head was severed by Mudan.

But just as Peony was mocking them, about to cross Gu Jiguo Yansheng's body.

He suddenly grew a head and, with a magnificent sword-drawing slash, severed the peony's dantian, thus winning the victory.

"I don't know, maybe it's like what Taiichi said..."

"Once you find yourself again and live as a person once more, you should feel deep remorse for that lost past."

Zuoqie's legs trembled. He used his knife to prop himself up on the ground and slowly leaned against the tree roots, sitting down next to the unconscious Fuzhi.

Then she gazed at the three black dots in the sky and muttered to herself:

"Taiyi, it seems you were right. There will indeed be a third-party force involved."

"But right now it seems like we are..."

"The weakest side."