I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 226 Immortal War!

"kill!"

A few low shouts echoed through the gloomy abyss of the fifth layer, like the whispers of the dead.

The air around them instantly stagnated, and with a violent wave of air, several "ancient immortals" used their magic powers together, and murderous intent surged out of the endless darkness, and they pounced towards Li Qingyun in an instant.

The tall "ancient immortal" in the lead took action first. His face was stern, and he had double pupils in his eyes. His eyes were like blades, shining with cold light.

This "ancient immortal" took a step forward, his momentum suddenly rising, he raised his fist and struck, the tip of his fist filled with a chilling purple-black aura.

The fist shadow expanded like a raging tide, and instantly condensed into a thousand-foot-high mountain in the air. Purple-black dark light surged between the mountains, as if it was formed by the gathering of countless evil creatures, and it enveloped Li Qingyun's head with a heart-pounding and terrifying aura.

Wherever the fist shadow went, the surrounding space twisted like ripples. The terrifying pressure made the entire fifth layer of the abyss tremble slightly, as deep and powerful as the heartbeat of a giant beast.

Li Qingyun's robe fluttered slightly, but his eyes were as deep as the abyss, without any joy or sadness.

After his title was transmitted into the dream world, his strength had far surpassed that of ordinary "outer immortals", and the means available to him were far beyond those of the sixth-level cultivators in the human world.

At the moment when the fist shadow was about to suppress him, he simply raised a finger and pointed it upwards lightly.

With this seemingly casual finger, the majestic purple-black mountain suddenly stopped in an instant, blocked by an invisible force, and even began to tremble slightly. Then it was covered with cracks and collapsed with a bang!
The huge fragments dissipated into mist in mid-air, while Li Qingyun still stood still, without even the corner of his clothes being lifted.

Upon seeing this, a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of those "ancient immortals", but they did not hesitate and launched another attack.

Two "ancient immortals" rushed out from the left side at the same time, as fast as ghosts, and approached Li Qingyun's side in the blink of an eye.

The person on the left raised his hand and swung out a strange blue blade of light. The blade was several feet long and as sharp as a tiger roaring in the mountains. It slashed towards Li Qingyun's neck with a sound of breaking through the air. The person on the right put his hands together, chanted a spell, and black flames emerged from the palms of his hands. A hideous ghost face faintly emerged in the flames. The ghost face let out a shrill laugh, and then pounced on Li Qingyun's chest like lightning.

Li Qingyun remained motionless, his eyes were stern and he looked calm and composed.

At the moment when the light blade was approaching, he waved his hand lightly, and an invisible force suddenly emerged in the void. The blue light blade was blocked in mid-air as if encountering an invisible barrier, unable to move forward at all!

At the same time, the ghost face in the black flames also stopped just a few feet away from his body. The ghost face screamed, and its hideous face gradually distorted, as if it was under some powerful suppression.

The offensive of the "ancient immortals" collapsed like clay figures in front of Li Qingyun!

However, instead of showing any fear on their faces, their expressions became even more ferocious, as if the temporary setback had aroused their bloodthirstiness.

The leading "Ancient Immortal" with double pupils smiled coldly, suddenly opened his mouth, and uttered a spell with an evil aura.

As soon as the spell was cast, the surrounding dark space began to distort, and an oppressive, cold atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire abyss.

The spell tumbled in the air and actually condensed into an invisible giant beast. Its ferocious fangs and dark eyes were looming. The shape of the beast was unclear, but it carried a terrifying aura.

Li Qingyun stood under the shadow of the giant beast, his expression unchanged. He just stared for a moment. Suddenly, a strange green light appeared in his eyes, and he also whispered a rune.

The rune appeared like a dream, floating up and down, carrying some kind of irresistible pressure, instantly filling every inch of the abyss.

As soon as the rune appeared, the spell beast began to struggle violently as if it was bound. Its fangs and eyes gradually disintegrated, and its roar revealed endless pain and fear.

In the end, the giant beast was swallowed by the rune and turned into a wisp of silent smoke and disappeared, completely annihilated, and the spell in the mouth of the leading "Ancient Immortal" also collapsed!
Seeing this scene, several "ancient immortals" were horrified, and the fear in their eyes gradually deepened.

But at this critical moment of life and death, their will to fight remains unabated, but becomes even more determined.

Several immortals had ferocious faces and they used their magic power again to release their power completely. The air was suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood and the entire space began to vibrate because of their power.

The three "ancient immortals" raised their hands at the same time, and a scarlet blood rune appeared on their palms.

The rune contained an extremely strong evil aura, even with a hint of black mist.

This was their most powerful combined move, which they used all their strength to attack Li Qingyun fiercely with irreversible destructive intent!

The blood-colored runes suddenly flew out and gathered into a blood-colored torrent in mid-air, like a raging evil water, rushing towards Li Qingyun.

The faces of countless dead souls appeared faintly in the torrent, looking hideous and terrifying, screaming loudly, as if they wanted to devour Li Qingyun.

Li Qingyun's eyes turned cold, his robe fluttered in the wind, and his breath gradually became deeper.

He raised his hands and formed a strange and bizarre seal. A huge black figure appeared behind him, with an aura as deep as the ocean, as if it was an ancient existence in the boundless darkness.

The black figure, with an irresistible pressure, confronted the evil energy in the torrent.

"Disperse!"

Li Qingyun uttered a word. Although his voice was not loud, it echoed around like the sound of a bell.

The black figure stretched out his arm and waved it gently, as if the clouds were clearing away and the sun was revealed.

The next moment, the bloody torrent was violently cut apart and collapsed instantly!
The sky was filled with blood mist that exploded in the air. The faces of countless dead souls turned into smoke and dust under the suppression of the dark power and gradually dissipated. The shrill screams lingered in the air and then disappeared silently.

Several "ancient immortals" watched as their final attack was easily resolved by Li Qingyun like dust, and there was no trace of blood in their eyes.

Their bodies trembled, obviously they were completely shocked by the power before them, and realized that the "foreign immortal" in front of them was an existence that they could not contend with.

Li Qingyun raised his eyes slightly, his gaze like the moon in a cold night, coldly sweeping over several "ancient immortals".

He raised his finger slightly, and an invisible force suddenly gathered in the void, like an invisible sword, pointing directly at the throats of several people.

The bodies of several "ancient immortals" collapsed instantly under the invisible blade, turning into wisps of deep dark smoke that slowly dispersed in the air. Guided by some invisible force, they circled and condensed around Li Qingyun, with remnants of unwillingness, but were irresistibly swallowed up by a more powerful attraction.

The murderous intent in Li Qingyun's eyes faded away. He raised his hand and waved it. A vortex quietly formed in the void. The center of the vortex was as deep and unfathomable as an abyss. Dark power surged in it, filled with the breath of devouring everything.

The scattered aura and power turned into wisps of smoke, rushing into the vortex and gradually merging into Li Qingyun's body.

The entire dream world, including the abyss and these "ancient immortals", are all transformed by the will of the "fallen immortal". It does not contain foul air, and cannot be transformed into qi and blood power by the "soul-swallowing" magical power. However, this pure breath and power can still be used as nourishment for the "outer immortal" to enhance his status and strength.

The moment the smoke touched Li Qingyun's skin, it spread rapidly like blood. A large amount of mellow energy suddenly surged into his meridians, and the spiritual power in his body surged like a tide. Under the impetus of this force, his tendons, bones, and blood gradually changed. Every inch of his skin was reforged, giving birth to an incomparably powerful power.

His eyes became deeper and deeper, and the aura around him gradually became dark and heavy, as if he had merged with the abyss itself, filled with a mysterious sense of oppression.

These ancient immortals have survived in the abyss for who knows how many years. The power they have accumulated is thick and mysterious, with a hint of coldness from the underworld.

After Li Qingyun absorbed these powers, the spiritual power and aura in his body underwent unprecedented changes, as if he had undergone some kind of essential transformation. His aura carried a deep sense of coldness, like a god awakening from the darkness, faintly emitting a chilling power that oppressed the world.

Behind him, a huge and blurry shadow appeared faintly. The shadow seemed to be formed by endless darkness. The aura was like the silence at the bottom of the abyss, and like the vast nebula outside the sky, with an otherworldly and weird feeling.

The phantom opened and closed, breathing together with Li Qingyun, and fluctuated faintly with the flow of his breath, forming an unshakable pressure that caused the space in the surrounding abyss to constantly distort.

Li Qingyun looked down at his hands, clenched his palms lightly, and a dark light emerged in his palms, cold and sharp, like a blade.

He felt an unprecedented powerful force in his body, as if he could crush everything in the world into dust with just a thought.

The chill in the blood, the explosive power of the muscles, and even the spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness have all been greatly increased due to the power of these ancient immortals.

After absorbing the aura of these ancient immortals, Li Qingyun's aura became cold and deep, almost merging with this layer of abyss. His gaze slowly swept through the boundless darkness with a cold and contemptuous look in his eyes.

The surrounding space seemed to sense his presence. The creatures, ghosts, and dead in the shadows all trembled in fear under this pressure, bowed their heads in submission, and dared not move under his aura.

Although everything had been going smoothly so far, a lingering doubt passed through his mind.

Killing the "ancient immortals" and directly depriving them of their power and status does seem to be the best way to improve oneself.

No wonder the Heavenly Masters and Taoists of all generations have emphasized this method in their notes, and have written that as long as one is strong enough, one can keep killing until one attains godhood.

But if this method is so simple and effective, why did the divination give the revelation of "great disaster" at that time?

Is there some hidden secret behind this?
Feeling the gradually rising cultivation level and unprecedented powerful strength in his body, Li Qingyun became alert, but he had already entered the game and could not extricate himself.

What else can I do? I don't have the ability to leave the underground abyss yet, and I can't just watch the "Ancient Immortal" kill me.

Thinking of this, Li Qingyun sighed slightly, raised his head, and walked towards the next level of the abyss...

……

In the blink of an eye, another ten days passed.

Dream world.

Liang State, Erlong Mountain.

Several monks drove their horses, with smoke and dust rolling, and headed straight for the mountain temple halfway up the mountain.

The mountain path is winding and rugged, desolate and deserted. The temple is hidden in the clouds, revealing a sense of mystery and depth.

When they arrived at the temple gate, they quickly dismounted, straightened their robes, and knocked on the door with solemn expressions.

After a while, a voice came from the temple gate:

"Who is coming?"

Several monks answered in unison:

"'Ji Xian' has compassion and protects all living things!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the temple door creaked open, and a young man dressed as a servant walked out of the door. He glanced at the few people and immediately saluted respectfully:
"My dear deacons, the leader is in the main hall and has been waiting for you for a long time."

The tall monk in the lead nodded and led the others in one after another.

After passing through the corridor of the temple, the view in front suddenly opened up. On the high platform in the main hall, sat a young man with an upright posture, handsome features, and a hint of sternness between his eyebrows. It was the leader of the "Jingxian Sect" - Fang Ping.

Fang Ping was resting with his eyes closed. His breath was long and deep, and there was a faint sense of pressure around him. Although he did not make any movements, he made everyone present feel inexplicably palpitating.

Sensing several people coming in, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flickering with a gleam as cold and sharp as a beast hunting.

"See the leader!"

Everyone quickly stepped forward to salute.

Fang Ping nodded, motioned for everyone to take a seat, and after a few simple greetings, he asked:

"I'd like to ask you guys to go around and gather information. How is our 'Silent Immortal Sect' developing now?"

The leading monk said:
"The Immortal Ji has mercy on the world and generously bestowed the Immortal Law, so that mortals like us can also have the opportunity to glimpse the Immortal Fate. Such a compassionate and kind act will naturally attract a lot of response.

"There are countless people practicing immortal arts in Daliang Country now. We have been giving lectures and spreading the teachings in various places these days. Every session is packed with people. Many people are gifted and have entered the first realm on the spot, completely transformed and reborn."

The young leader was Fang Ping. After receiving the teachings from Li Qingyun and avenging his family, he followed his promise and established the "Jingxian Sect" in the Liang State area and began to recruit followers.

At this time, he heard that the new religion was developing smoothly, and he couldn't help but feel very proud. He secretly planned in his heart that he would pray to "Jixian" in a few days to get more benefits.

At this moment, the monk suddenly changed the subject:
"However, the Daliang court has noticed this in recent days and has suppressed our preaching meetings more than once. It seems that they are very dissatisfied with our preaching. I wonder what instructions the leader has?"

Fang Ping snorted coldly upon hearing this:
"Don't be afraid. We have the support of 'Jixian'. Even if the imperial court's masters come, what can they do to me?"

But just as he finished speaking, a loud and clear voice came from outside the temple gate:

"Amitabha! Donor Fang, you are really arrogant. I would like to see how effective the 'Ji Xian' behind you is..."

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(End of this chapter)