Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?!

"Senior Brother Li is dead?"

Seeing the headless corpse, all the disciples of the North Cold Sect were extremely aghast, unable to refrain from letting out an exclamation.

They couldn't even dream of it.

One moment, Senior Brother Li was ordering Lu Yuan to bind his hands and kneel for mercy, and the next moment, his head was slapped off?

"Such a vicious tactic, to suddenly strike so ruthlessly when Senior Brother Li was unprepared!"

"Kill him, avenge Senior Brother Li!"

But in any case, these were elite disciples of the North Cold Sect who quickly reacted.

Outraged to the extreme, they disdained Lu Yuan's sneaky attack methods, clamoring for revenge for the young man with triangular eyes.

"Go!"

The remaining thirty-plus disciples of the North Cold Sect immediately joined forces to cast spells.

Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy converged in this space, forming large swaths of ice cones, ice blades, and ice spikes, attacking Lu Yuan like a violent storm, making it impossible for him to evade.

The North Cold Sect specialized in the art of Condensing Qi into Ice, and now with dozens of disciples working together, the power of this technique reached an unimaginable level.

Faced with this strike, ordinary cultivators were doomed to die, even Core Formation cultivators would lose a layer of skin!

"This move is incredibly powerful, even Core Formation cultivators wouldn't dare to take it head-on, this son is dead for sure!"

"To reach Foundation Establishment at eight, what a shame for such talent, if I had such aptitude, I'd probably form a Nascent Soul within thirty years."

"Hmph, what's there to pity, this son's heart is evil, letting him grow would certainly cause disaster in the future!"

All the disciples of the North Cold Sect had somewhat pale faces, clearly, casting this move was quite a burden to them.

However, in their eyes, Lu Yuan was already a dead man, unable to cause any further ripples.

Just as they thought the matter was settled.

Lu Yuan stood there, his expression calm and indifferent, as if the sky full of ice cones and ice blades didn't exist at all.

"Bang bang bang!"

All those dense ice cones rained down from the sky, crashing onto Lu Yuan heavily.

But the thin-looking golden film on his body was, in fact, unbreakable with astounding defensive power.

The sharp ice cones left not a trace on the golden film, as if merely scratching an itch, utterly unable to inflict any harm on Lu Yuan!

The Indestructible Golden Body Technique was the ultimate skill of the Vajra Lineage. When trained to perfection, a person becomes as indestructible as an unbreakable iron lump.

Capable of regenerating severed limbs, tearing apart Nascent Soul strong persons.

Even after thousands of years, the bones wouldn't decay!

Lu Yuan's Vajra Gu reached the Third Transformation, corresponding to the Core Formation Realm, with a terrifying defense deemed invincible amongst the same level in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Not just the thirty-plus disciples in front, even if all the geniuses of the North Cold Sect's trial joined forces, they might still not breach the defense of the Vajra Gu!

"Boom!"

The dust rose, and the hard ground was blasted into bottomless pits by the ice cones.

Yet, in the face of this fierce storm-like assault, Lu Yuan's expression never changed from beginning to end.

He walked leisurely through the battlefield, strolling aimlessly towards the North Cold Sect disciples, like a Demon God walking out of the depths of hell, having grown impossibly powerful!

"How is this possible, he actually withstood all the attacks with just his flesh body?"

All the disciples of the North Cold Sect turned pale, scared out of their wits, speaking with trembling lips.

Originally, they assumed that Lu Yuan flashed-killed the young man with triangular eyes merely by catching Senior Brother Li off guard.

As long as they, thirty-plus Foundation Establishment cultivators, worked together, wasn't Lu Yuan destined to die?

But who could have thought.

The true battle power of Lu Yuan turned out to be so terrifying, holding off everyone's attack by himself!

Run!

Run immediately!

Run as far as possible!

Looking at the invincible figure cloaked in golden light not far away, all the North Cold Sect disciples finally abandoned all illusions, no longer daring to be enemies with Lu Yuan, fleeing in a panic.

But unfortunately.

In front of Lu Yuan, who possessed the Divine Movement Gu, where could these terrified North Cold Sect disciples escape to?

Lu Yuan leapt into a golden light, like a tiger into a flock of sheep, began a massacre directly!

He, with fingers like a sword, activated the Blood Blade Gu, a substantial crescent-like blood blade shot out, decapitating several disciples along the way.

With his current power, he could even contend with Core Formation cultivators.

And although those before him were North Cold Sect elite geniuses, in Lu Yuan's eyes, they were nothing more than fragile fowls and feeble dogs, utterly unable to withstand an attack.

Witnessing all this firsthand, all surviving North Cold Sect disciples collapsed.

They couldn't fight, couldn't escape, wasn't this forcing them to a dead end?

"Thud!"

Facing imminent death, many North Cold Sect disciples kneeled, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Lord Lu Yuan, we have no grievances, please show mercy and spare us."

"Yes, as long as you spare our lives, we'll Be a slave, never dare to think of rebellion in the future!"

These disciples wept bitterly, their heads bowed with blood, remaining unaware.

But Lu Yuan was unmoved.

Only now did they beg for mercy, what were they doing earlier?

Lu Yuan's gaze was icy cold, casually flicking several blood blades, severing their limbs, sealing all their meridians and cultivation.

Soon after.

More than thirty North Cold Sect disciples were all reduced to human sticks by Lu Yuan, like stakes, aligned in the open area.

Lu Yuan did this not for any perverse hobby but merely to seize the opportunity to research the parasites within their bodies.

Yet for these proud North Cold Sect disciples, being mutilated and manipulated was undoubtedly a torture far more painful than a thousand cuts.

All North Cold Sect disciples cried, filled with regret.

What was wrong with what they did, why provoke this demon in human skin?

A half-day later.

After thoroughly dissecting, Lu Yuan finally extracted a worm-like parasite the size of half a human head from inside a disciple.

The long legs and tentacles of this parasite had already replaced the meridians and blood vessels, completely integrating with that disciple.

Its main body occupied the Dantian, continuously absorbing Polluted Spiritual Qi to hasten its growth.

According to Lu Yuan's observation, this parasite had passed its juvenile stage, probably cocooning soon.

When it was grasped by Lu Yuan, it seemed to sense some lethal threat, twisting and struggling, emitting sharp, ear-piercing insect cries.

Moreover.

A chilling coldness, colder than Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice, spread from Lu Yuan's palm throughout his body, nearly freezing his blood within his veins!

This cold was a million times colder than Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice, sufficient to instantly freeze a Foundation Establishment cultivator to death.

Even with Lu Yuan's formidable flesh body, there was a vague tendency to solidify at this moment!

Fortunately, the Vajra Gu emitted a faint glow, making Lu Yuan's blood as searing and boiling as magma, promptly dispelling the cold into nothing.

"Spirit Root is intangible, but once a cultivator succeeds in Foundation Establishment, the parasite replaces the Spirit Root, becoming a bridge for the cultivator to connect with heaven and earth."

"Moreover, the Attributeless Insect Eggs within the Foundation Establishment Pill will also take root and germinate inside the cultivator, then evolve into higher-level Parasite Insect Race."

"North Cold Sect focuses on Ice Attribute Techniques, thus, this parasite should belong to the Ice Insect Race."

Sensing Lu Yuan's action, the parasite's struggle intensified.

However, Lu Yuan's hand was like a vice, firmly holding it, no matter how it struggled, it was unable to escape Lu Yuan's grasp!

Yet when the dissected North Cold Sect disciple saw the worm wriggling in Lu Yuan's hand.

Though he was on his last breath, like a dying flicker of life, he surprisingly regained temporary clarity and angrily questioned.

"You damn little bastard, what did you do to me?"

"What the hell is this disgusting thing!"

Lu Yuan was indifferent to his curses, but hearing the last sentence, he suddenly lifted his head, his eyes fixed on that North Cold Sect disciple.

"You can see it?"