The immortals of the two worlds started from farming and refining pills.

Chapter 226: Soul-Breaking Abyss, Li Qing's Soul Dispersed (First Update)
Aoki Shingen's essence was pure and solid, and it brushed in front of Zheng Laozu without any fuss.

Patriarch Zheng couldn't help but let out a sigh, and said with a hint of meaning: "It is said that Daoist friend has a middle-grade spiritual root and a common foundation. How can he have such a strong true essence?"

He raised his hand and pointed, and the dark clouds above flew out and met Qingmu Zhenyuan. The two annihilated each other and dissipated at the same time.

Li Qing chuckled and said, "We have some opportunities when we build our foundation, so it's not surprising."

As he spoke, another surge of true energy gushed out, transforming into various spiritual forms and flying towards the other party.

"The law has a spirit?" Ancestor Zheng raised his eyebrows, and gray mist filled his body. "But this spiritual rice shape, how can it do anything to me!"

The spiritual rice transformed from Li Qingqing's wood essence fell "dududu" on the gray fog and took root in it, trying to absorb and utilize its power.

However, the gray fog surged like a tide, and after a few rolls, it submerged Lingmi, and then continued to move forward towards Li Qing.

Outside the peak, Sang Yuwan stroked his beard and watched the battle: "Hey, Brother Li's true essence at the second level of foundation building is a little too condensed. How could he fight with Brother Zheng at the late stage of foundation building?"

Niu Xinjing didn't care too much: "After all, he has also practiced the way of earthly immortals. With an earthly immortal world to support him, it is normal for the quality of his true essence to improve."

Li Hu was still young and had little experience in fighting. He asked anxiously, "Two seniors, can my ancestor win?"

This question revealed his timidity.

The young man from the Zheng family who came to watch the game sneered: "Hey, my ancestor has been building the foundation for a hundred years and has already entered the late stage of foundation building. Your ancestor..."

He didn't dare to judge the great foundation-building cultivator, but the implication was clear.

Many Zheng family cultivators were also laughing quietly, not taking the fight seriously at all.

"You!" Li Wei's pretty face turned red with anger. She wanted to retort, but Li Fang raised his hand to stop her.

"Don't get into a verbal dispute. Your uncle readily accepted the challenge at the banquet, so he must be confident."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the Li family suppressed their displeasure and focused their attention on the fight.

On the top of Changyun Mountain, Li Qing and Old Ancestor Zheng were fighting back and forth, countering each other's moves, and before they knew it, they were really angry with each other.

Then, Patriarch Zheng shouted, "Don't be so arrogant, youngster!" Then he slapped the crown on his head, and a black cloud flew out.

The black cloud spun around, and countless wronged souls poured out, some laughing strangely, some wailing in pain, and some crying, and they rushed straight towards Li Qing.

Li Qing frowned and did not choose to kill the wronged soul. He only used Qingmu Zhenyuan to protect himself and let it rush and eat him.

Outside the arena, Li Zhao showed disgust on his face: "The Zheng family is behaving like this, could it be the devil... Ugh!"

Niu Xinjing flicked his finger and used a stream of true energy to seal his mouth: "Shut up!" At the same time, he bowed to the Zheng family members and said, "I am ignorant, please forgive me, fellow Taoists!"

A great foundation-building cultivator who came with Old Ancestor Zheng and was also cultivating in the Soul-Mudding Abyss waved his hand generously, "It's okay. We're used to it."

Niu Xinjing then quietly explained to the younger generations of the Li family, "Muhunyuan is the place where the residual souls of many cultivators who died or were injured in the great war between immortals and demons more than a thousand years ago gathered."

"The Zheng family established their business here eight hundred years ago and have been committed to eliminating disasters and alleviating misfortunes."

"It may seem that Elder Zheng is driving the wronged souls to fight, but in fact, he is using his own Taoism to bear their karma as a compassionate act."

"After this battle, regardless of whether we win or lose, these wronged souls will be freed and ascend to heaven..."

Upon hearing this, the younger generations from the Zheng family raised their heads and looked proud.

Li Qing in the field naturally understood the key points and found it very difficult.

Because no matter what the original intention of Master Zheng was in summoning these wronged souls, they were ultimately fighting against him.

If he shows his divine power and disperses these wronged souls, he will be burdened with karma and his luck will be ruined.

Even if he won the fight, it would be a loss. If he ignored them, these wronged souls would still have some abilities, not only could they erode his true essence shield, but they could even damage his body.

If a spell is cast to seal it, Ancestor Zheng can still recall it and release it again.

Li Qing's actions not only failed, but also he didn't know where to start.

Meanwhile, Patriarch Zheng had already taken advantage of the fact that Li Qing was being held back by the wronged spirit and was preparing to perform a secret technique.

Li Qing couldn't help but shudder, as if a poisonous snake had bitten him on the back of his neck, and his entire body hair stood on end.

"This is a curse!"

In desperation, he simply took out the elf Nuo mask, put it on his face, chanted the "Nirvana Mantra", and secretly used his innate witchcraft to "redeem the souls of the wronged".

"The Supreme One has decreed that your lonely soul be liberated. All ghosts and spirits will be blessed..."

Suddenly, a faint white light spread around it.

Outside the arena, a disciple of the Zheng family curled his lips and smiled: "If a mere mantra of rebirth could save these wronged souls, my Muhunyuan would have been empty long ago!"

However, the slap in the face came unusually quickly.

As Li Qing continued to chant the mantra for the dead, a wronged soul that had been crying and making people uneasy first had a look of struggle in its eyes, and then its eyes became clear.

"The Supreme Commandment, your lonely soul will be saved..."

The wronged soul actually followed the chanting, and the gray and black color around its body gradually faded, turning into a white shadow, and then suddenly collapsed.

"Without any karma on his body, Fellow Daoist Li was able to liberate it so easily?" Even Sang Yuwan showed a surprised look on his face.

You must know that the wronged souls of Muhunyuan are no different from others. They are all transformed from the remnant souls of cultivators, not only cruel, but also stubborn.

It may be easy to kill one or two of them, but it is difficult to make them realize themselves, let go of their obsessions, and return to dust.

In the field, the black cloud in front of Old Ancestor Zheng was still spewing out wronged souls.

Li Qingze continued to chant the mantra for the afterlife, saving the souls one by one. The spirit Nuo mask faintly glowed with nine colors, adding a sacred aura to him.

Seeing the increasing number of wronged souls pouring in and the spell cast by Old Ancestor Zheng about to be completed, Li Qing suddenly had an idea.

He raised his hand and threw out a white lotus, casting the witchcraft of "saving the souls of the wronged" on it.

Then the white lotus gave rise to two, two gave rise to three, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a white lotus pond, collecting all the wronged souls into it.

Suddenly, the energy in the field became clear.

Just at this moment, Master Zheng's curse was completed.

He took out a scarecrow and made a vague grab towards Li Qing, as if he had drawn some kind of energy and threw himself into it.

"Disperse!" Old Ancestor Zheng shouted.

From nowhere, a strange aura descended directly onto Li Qing's spiritual platform, locking onto his soul, and then there was a clang of a bell.

Li Qing felt that his mind and spirit were turned upside down, and he even felt that his soul was separated. Even with the dual protection of Taihao Palace and the big banyan tree, it was of no avail.

Over there, Old Ancestor Zheng was holding the scarecrow and was about to strike again, but when he looked at the wronged souls who were saved by the White Lotus, he hesitated.

"It's actually the Soul-Dispersing Curse? Fellow Daoist Li is defeated!" Sang Yuwan sighed secretly, took a step forward, and was about to stop the fight.

After all, after the Soul-Dispersing Curse, there is also the Soul-Falling Curse. If the two are released at the same time, it will really be a battle of life and death, and there is no way back.

(End of this chapter)