Donghuang Ziji

Chapter 633: Rotten Heart and Shattered Mask

Looking at the ancient oil lamp in his hand and the coffin floating in the sea.

The true Qi in Chu Tai's palm rotated and he let his hand drop casually. The light of the sun washed over layer by layer, simply cleansing the oil lamp and coffin, thus revealing their true nature and revealing their origins.

"Sure enough, the refining technique bears traces of the Wutai lineage. It seems that the Wutai lineage has not been idle in recent years. This is good. With these two things as a guide, let me see what you want to do."

With the power of many Dao Fruit fragments gathered together, the [Matchmaker]'s perception of "fate", [Yun Zhongjun]'s exploration of the unknown, and the ability of Dongjun's incarnation to deduce the secrets of heaven, Chu Tai gradually saw a dark shadow and two overlapping figures.

One figure was surrounded by clear air, and the five-colored rays of light were rotating inward, emitting bursts of soft breath, which was quite like the aura of an immortal. Although the other figure looked evil at first glance, a closer look revealed a sense of ruthlessness and indifference in his ferocity. It was an authentic aura of the devil that was righteous and not evil, pure and not scattered.

"The Taoist Wutai actually split? It's not the incarnation of the body, the differentiation and expansion of the foundation of the second soul, but the direct split of the foundation of the Xuanmen and the foundation of the magic. Did Yu Guifang's death have such a big impact on him?"

This discovery surprised Chu Tai a little, but it was expected when he thought about it carefully. After all, when the mountain gate was reopened, the power displayed by the Taoist Wutai was indeed a little weaker. If he had already split at that time, then many things could be explained clearly.

Chu Tai wanted to explore deeper, but the two forces under the shadow kept entangled, interfering with each other, and protecting each other. It was difficult for him to see some details clearly without disturbing the other party.

Just when Chu Tai was about to try other methods, the aura of the Wutai Taoist, who symbolized the foundation of the magic path, suddenly surged and showed a significant improvement.

"What happened?"

Chu Tai was shocked and tried to find out what was happening, but under the rising demonic energy, heavy shadows obscured all the secrets, making it impossible for him to see the changes clearly.

At the same time, on an island in the coastal area of ​​the East China Sea, Sikong Xi was held down by the back of his neck. Wisps of demonic energy spread from his neck to his limbs and bones. Strange demonic patterns continued to emerge, eroding his foundation and the embryonic form of his Tao fruit.

"Why... why?"

Sikong Xi spoke with some difficulty. His throat was already filled with demonic energy, and the sound seemed to be squeezed out from a gap, sharp and unpleasant.

"Why? I also want to know why you helped outsiders and killed Guifang."

Taoist Wutai, with a dark face, stood behind Sikong Xi, clasping the bones of Sikong Xi's neck with his five fingers. Two iron chains flew out and pierced Sikong Xi's scapula. Cloud patterns emerged, further blocking Sikong Xi's true Qi.

"I do not have……"

Sikong Xi refuted with difficulty, but before he could finish his words, Taoist Wutai no longer wanted to listen, and exerted further force with his five fingers, and the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth gathered together and directly crushed his neck. At the same time, a Nuo mask appeared beside him, making bursts of mocking sounds at the fallen Sikong Xi.

"It's you? Haha, Old Ancestor! What did you say to my brother?"

After all, Sikong Xi was a cultivator of the fourth level of the Heavenly Man Realm. Years of cultivation had endowed him with powerful mental strength. With the Wutai Taoist's hand gone, he had recovered some of his abilities and was able to directly vibrate the air and make sounds. The Nuo mask shook, making bursts of laughter: "I didn't say anything, I just removed the secrets that we had concealed. The rest were all deduced by your senior brother himself. Look, haven't I been caught by him now?"

'What do you want to do?'

Sikong Xi felt a little cold in his heart. He had always thought that he could guess the thoughts of this ancient witch. He thought that the other party was just looking for further possibilities, so he wanted to learn the methods of Buddhism, immortality and magic.

Trying to condense the Nuo masks of the Five Elders of the Five Directions is, in Sikong Xi's opinion, also an attempt by Haha Patriarch to explore the Shinto Five Emperors system.

But now it seems that this person's calculations are not as simple as he thought. The so-called Five Emperors' Nuo Masks are not the core of his pursuit at all.

Was my previous cooperation with him a deception?
Then what was the reason why Haha Ancestor did this?
Sikong Xi was a little confused. He could see that the Nuo mask caught by Taoist Wutai also had the essence of the fourth grade. It should not be easy for Patriarch Haha to condense this thing into shape. How could he just give it up so easily?

Taoist Wutai reached out and grabbed Nuo Mask, and said coldly: "Now, he has lost his ability to resist, it's time for you to show your value."

"Don't worry, don't worry. I will help you filter some of your junior brother's Dao Fruit power so that you can safely inherit his cultivation. But aren't you afraid that when you refine me, I will leave some tricks behind?"

Taoist Wutai sneered when he heard this: "Do you think I will let you die easily? The means of refining you are naturally as clean and thorough as possible."

"Sounds like some terrible methods. It seems that you still have some feelings for your junior brother and are unwilling to use those methods on him."

As he spoke, the Nuo mask flew out from the hands of the Taoist Wutai and landed lightly on Sikong Xi's face. As waves of distorted sounds rang out, Sikong Xi's body began to swell, shrink, twist, and mutate, and finally turned into a Nuo mask with a half-smile and a bit of compassion in its eyes and fell into the hands of the Taoist Wutai.

"Come on, let me see your skills, to see whether the magic you created is more powerful or the witchcraft I have passed down from generation to generation is better. Let's see who will marry whom..."

Before he could finish his words, the Taoist priest Wutai had already crushed the Nuo mask.

"A mere sect abandoned by history wants to fight against the immortals and demons? If the Wu Dao had this ability, it would not have been eliminated together with the Shinto by the Saint King and the Immortal Dao. Things that have been abandoned should stay in a dark corner peacefully."

Lines of black air rolled, evil spirits rose, and the Nuo mask turned into countless powders. As Taoist Wutai raised his hand, the powders gathered around him and were ground twice by the evil spirit wheel rotating behind him, leaving a little bit of spiritual light to be absorbed by Taoist Wutai, constantly improving his cultivation.

Ancestor Haha, who was thousands of miles away, instantly sensed something and looked towards the direction of the East China Sea.

“He just swallowed it like that? Are you confident in your own method, or do you look down on me? But it doesn’t matter. Wutai or Emei are just appetizers compared to what’s coming next. If it can delay Chu Tai and the others, it doesn’t matter if they are abandoned. Now…”

Haha, as the old ancestor said this, his eyes couldn't help but look towards the direction of the capital of Middle-earth.

(End of this chapter)