After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 748 Sangjie is offline, Kunlun Mountain Monarch Seal!

It's incredibly profitable.

Trading the lives of a dozen disciples for the lives of two great masters and three subordinates of the wandering master is an incredibly good deal.

But who could have imagined that Chen Yang would suddenly appear?

This guy, a mere early stage Creation Realm cultivator, is even more powerful than a wandering master. I don't know what kind of drugs he took, but his combat strength is terrifyingly high.

This kid's arrival directly disrupted the balance of the battlefield and ruined his entire plan.

He is truly not a son.

Sanjay is now so greedy for Chen Yang that he feels like he's been cheated out of everything, leaving him with nothing but a hasty retreat.

The key point is that even though I've already run away and stopped fighting you, this kid is still shooting arrows to prevent me from leaving.

I really wanted to break the bow for him.

"Whoosh!"

The distance quickly closed to about fifty meters. Zhou Mingyuan ran in the lead, and with a flick of his right hand, a small cyan sword flew out of his sleeve.

The primordial spirit wields a sword.

The small sword transformed into a streak of blue light, striking directly at Sanjay's back.

"Keng!"

Xiao Jian is extremely fast; he doesn't look like someone to be trifled with.

Sanjay reached out and pulled the arrow that Chen Yang had just shot from a rock by the roadside.

It suddenly jerked into the air.

It hit Xiao Jian right in the face.

Sparks flew as the small sword was sent flying, spinning several times in the air before hurtling towards Sanjay again.

Sanjay held the arrows and swung them repeatedly, knocking the small swords away time and time again.

"Humph!"

In just a short while, seeing that Zhou Mingyuan and the others had caught up, Sangjie snorted coldly and decided to stop.

"call out."

Xiao Jian made several attempts to attack, but failed to injure Sanjay. However, he successfully forced him to stop.

The next second, the little sword circled in the air and quickly flew back into Zhou Mingyuan's sleeve.

Sanjay, holding a deformed arrow, coldly watched the three pursuers, letting them spread out and surround him.

"Junior Brother Sangjie, where are you running to?"

Xuan Jing shouted sharply, his monk's staff clanging loudly.

Now that the pretense of civility has been laid bare, there's no need to conceal the murderous intent.

The three men formed a triangle, surrounding Sanjay and blocking all his escape routes.

Today, we can't let Sanjay get away.

"Amitabha."

Through the rain, Sangjie sneered, "What's wrong with this old monk helping you exorcise evil spirits? What is the meaning of this, Senior Brother Xuanjing?"

"Humph."

Xuan Jing snorted lightly, "You would be so kind? It's just a pity that it seems you have no chance with any of the three wandering masters. It's not a good feeling to try to steal a chicken and lose the rice instead, is it?"

Sangjie's eyes were cold, but he wasn't angry. His gaze fell on Chen Yang. "Boy, you really surprise me. Where did you get the Soul-Capturing Bell you just used?"

Sanjay had already seen the tourmaline toad use the Soul-Capturing Bell earlier.

That soul-capturing bell was a personal item of his disciple, Dorje.

How did it end up in this kid's hands?
Thinking back to the incident a few days ago when he felt Dorje's life force had been extinguished, he initially thought it was a hallucination.

After all, Dorje's strength was not low; he could not find many opponents below the Dao True Realm. How could he have suddenly died inexplicably?

Even though he hadn't received Dorje's life-giving fire, he still held a sliver of hope that Dorje might still be alive.

But just now, the moment Sanjay saw the Soul-Capturing Bell, he already understood a few things.

It seems that Duoji's chances of survival are slim.

Even the Soul-Capturing Bell has been broken; how can a person survive?

"Pick it up."

Chen Yang's answer was concise and to the point.

Sanjay's face was dark with rage; he looked like he wanted to devour Chen Yang alive.

"hehe."

He chuckled. "Judging by your attitude, you're really determined to keep me here today?"

"if not?"

Xuan Jing spoke calmly, "You actually dared to sacrifice the lives of Shenhuo Sect disciples, your crime is heinous. I advise you to surrender and obediently return to Emei with me, otherwise..."

He verbally told them to surrender, but in reality, he didn't leave Sanjay any way out, because he knew that Sanjay would definitely fight them to the death.

"Humph."

Sanjay scoffed, "Don't let your words carry too much weight..."

Because Zhou Mingyuan was there, Sangjie wasn't confident he could win, but if he was only focused on escaping, he was still confident.

Zhou Mingyuan said, "The secret sect's fire offering technique does have some unique aspects, but your cultivation level is only temporarily boosted, and it probably won't last long. Let me say a few more words; I hope your cultivation level won't drop..."

Sanjay raised an eyebrow. "You've reminded me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the arrow in his hand, pulled it with his right hand, and with a bang, a burst of flames rose from the arrow.

Swish!
Sanjay raised his arrow and slashed through the air. A terrifying sword aura formed a curtain of fire, directly slashing towards Zhou Mingyuan, the strongest member of the three-person formation.

"Humph!"

Zhou Mingyuan snorted coldly, waved his right hand, and a sword light slashed through the rain and struck the flames.

Sanjay did not engage with him, but went straight to Chen Yang.

Of the three, Chen Yang's side is the weakest. This kid is annoying enough, so escaping from here is the best option. We can also take care of him along the way.

He was fast and his intentions were clear. Xuanjing was not about to let him have his way. He took a step forward, raised his staff, and struck Sangjie in the back.

Sanjay completely ignored it.

"Oh!"

The staff struck with a solid blow.

"puff!"

Sangjie spat out a mouthful of blood, but completely ignored Xuan Jing. Instead, he used the momentum to leap forward and arrived in front of Chen Yang. His primordial spirit power erupted, instantly locking onto Chen Yang. The arrow in his hand was like a knife, drawing up a huge curtain of flames, and he slashed down directly at Chen Yang's head.

Being locked in by the power of the primordial spirit is a really bad feeling.

It felt like being targeted by a ferocious beast; instinctively, I was unable to move an inch.

Although he was protected by dragon scales, Chen Yang did not want to suffer this blow for nothing.

hum!
The Three Corpse Divine Tree intervened, using its primordial spirit power to forcibly help Chen Yang break free of the lock.

Chen Yang felt a sudden relaxation as a scorching wave of fire rushed towards him, its power immense.

"Humph!"

Chen Yang grunted, mustered all his strength, swung the Mountain-Suppressing Sword, and charged straight at the attacker.

"Ok?"

Sanjay was shocked, never expecting that Chen Yang could break free from his primordial spirit lock and even launch a counterattack.

"boom!"

The immense power of the ten dragons, carrying the enormous weight of the Mountain-Suppressing Sword, was like a bulldozer. The flames were extinguished by the Mountain-Suppressing Sword, and the terrifying power directly shattered the long arrow in Sanjay's hand.

The residual force had not yet dissipated, and the terrifying power forced Sanjay to retreat repeatedly.

Although Sanjay's strength is probably equivalent to that of ten dragons, his weaponry is far inferior.

With the same amount of force, one person wields a hammer while the other uses chopsticks, and the difference is enormous.

Sanjay's face twitched slightly. This was really strange. He had risked injury to withstand Xuan Jing's blow in exchange for a chance to kill Chen Yang, but he never expected this outcome.

Wasn't he just taking that blow for nothing?

He staggered back a few steps, when suddenly a warning bell rang in his mind.

"Shh!"

A sword light flew from behind him. Sanjay sensed danger and instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late.

The sword light pierced his back and exited through his chest, right at his heart.

Zhou Mingyuan's flying sword.

The sword light didn't stop; it circled around and flew towards his neck again.

"Humph!"

Sanjay grunted, a bone knife appeared in his hand, and he slashed at the flying sword.

"Keng!"

The flying sword was knocked away.

At this moment, Xuanjing rushed over and, taking him by surprise, struck him on the back with his staff.

Sanjay was instantly sent flying.

"die!"

Chen Yang swung his Mountain-Suppressing Sword with the force of Mount Tai pressing down on Sang Jie.

"boom!"

The sword struck Sanjay squarely on the shoulder.

"Buzz!"

At that moment, Sanjay released a powerful mental fluctuation, like a nuclear explosion, with a powerful shockwave radiating outwards.

Chen Yang was shocked. The dragon scales hanging on his chest immediately reacted, and an energy barrier was instantly generated to block the impact.

The man and his sword were blasted dozens of meters away.

Xuan Jing, who was also nearby, was not spared either, as she was also thrown back by the shockwave.

Sanjay stood there, disheveled, looking like a devil.

His body was almost entirely covered in blood and gore; his face and feet were covered in bloody bones, and his chest was so badly blasted that his internal organs were visible.

It was like an evil god who had crawled out of hell.

Such severe injuries are painful to look at, yet Sanjay seems to feel no pain at all. Not only is he not dead, but he is also standing firmly in place.

You must know, Zhou Mingyuan's sword strike earlier pierced his heart; an ordinary person would have been dead by now. "Amitabha."

He uttered a Buddhist chant, and his skeletal hands clasped together in front of him.

boom!
The crimson flames instantly ignited his entire body.

I don't know what kind of evil magic it is.

As the flames burned, his aura actually continued to rise.

The art of fire offering!

He is sacrificing himself!

A thought suddenly flashed through Chen Yang's mind.

Almost simultaneously, Zhou Mingyuan and Xuan Jing reacted and rushed forward to stop them.

Chen Yang and his companions were well aware of the power of the secret sect's fire offering technique, having just witnessed it firsthand.

This guy sacrificed more than ten Spirit Realm disciples in exchange for a sudden surge in cultivation, temporarily advancing to the late stage of Dao True Realm, where he could fight Zhou Mingyuan to a standstill. Now, he's gone so far as to sacrifice himself. What exactly is he trying to do?
"boom!"

Just as the two had closed in, a shockwave suddenly erupted from Sanjay's body, forcing them back once again.

A beam of golden light shot out from the flames.

Chen Yang activated his Heavenly Eye and looked at the golden light.

But then the golden light, suspended in the air, quickly solidified into a physical form, and a figure emerged.

A golden figure over a meter tall was Sanjay's image.

Primordial Spirit!

Sanjay's primordial spirit.

call.

As his physical body continued to burn, an invisible pressure suddenly appeared, and Sanjie's primordial spirit seemed to receive an infusion of some kind of power, rapidly growing larger...

He used the fire offering technique to sacrifice his physical body and strengthen his primordial spirit!
Sanjay's intentions are not hard to imagine.

The three of them would never let him have his way.

Zhou Mingyuan immediately released his flying sword and slashed at the primordial spirit.

"Om..."

The flying sword stopped abruptly when it was less than half a meter away from Sangjie's primordial spirit, blocked by the power of the primordial spirit, and could not advance any further.

Zhou Mingyuan frowned, about to make a move, when he saw Xuan Jing run towards the fire.

Xuan Jing disregarded her image, unzipped her pants, and sprayed wildly at Sang Jie's burning body.

What is this operation?
When Chen Yang saw this scene, his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"what……"

At this moment, Sangye's primordial spirit let out a shrill scream.

His primordial spirit, which had grown to nearly two meters tall and was so solid it was almost like a physical entity, was like a porcelain doll. It seemed to have been subjected to some violent impact, and cracks appeared on its surface.

"You bastard, Xuan Jing, I'll kill you!"

When Sangjie opened his eyes, he noticed Xuanjing's subtle actions and was immediately enraged.

A burst of primordial energy slashed directly towards Xuan Jing.

Xuan Jing was prepared; she pulled up her pants, rolled backward, and barely dodged the attack.

"Ah ah ah..."

Sanjay seemed to be enduring immense pain; his primordial spirit was wailing in agony, and the cracks on the surface of his primordial spirit were becoming more numerous and denser.

"Kakaka..."

Sanjay's primordial spirit cracked inch by inch.

I curse you all, may you suffer a terrible death!

A roar, both angry and shrill.

"boom!"

Finally, as if unable to withstand the internal energy, he exploded.

Chen Yang and his two companions quickly retreated to avoid the impact.

A burst of flame shot into the sky, attempting to escape.

Zhou Mingyuan was prepared; as his sword flashed, the flames were instantly extinguished.

Everyone knows that the cultivators of the Divine Fire Sect possess a life-fire, so how could they let it escape?
As the dust settled, the flames on Sanjaya's still-burning body quickly went out.

The only thing on the scene was rain; suddenly it got dark and quiet.

"A rebound, a rebound."

Thinking of the curse that Sangjie's primordial spirit had just collapsed, Chen Yang and the other two began to chant it in perfect unison.

Letting the rain lash their faces, the three waited a while before approaching Sanjay's body.

It's been burned beyond recognition.

"call!"

ended.

All three of them breathed a long sigh of relief.

This Sanjay is really hard to kill!

Even Zhou Mingyuan, who had dealt with the people of the Secret Sect before, was still sweating bullets.

"Master, what kind of move was that just now?"

Chen Yang wiped his face, not knowing whether it was rainwater or sweat, and started asking Xuan Jing questions that he clearly didn't want to bring up.

Xuan Jing's act of directly taking off her pants and releasing water left a considerable shock on Chen Yang's young and innocent mind.

"This fire offering ritual is to offer sacrifices to gods and Buddhas in exchange for their blessings. So I thought the sacrifices must be clean and spotless and could not be defiled. If I urinate on them, who would want the sacrifices?" Xuan Jing did not feel embarrassed at all, and even felt somewhat pleased with himself.

"Master, you have the most ideas." Zhou Mingyuan, listening from the side, was both amused and exasperated.

Only someone like Hyun Jung could come up with such a tactic.

Imagine you're offering sacrifices to gods and Buddhas, and they're enjoying the offerings when suddenly, bang! A stream of urine spills into the bowl. Would they be happy? They'd explode in a heartbeat!
Xuan Jing's actions are theoretically explainable.

After all, in the Xuanmen (Taoist) tradition, there is a saying that a child's urine can dispel evil spirits.

A dignified and revered monk of the Secret Sect ultimately died from a pee.

However, Xuanjing, a boy's urine?
Chen Yang glanced at Xuan Jing, but still didn't blurt out the question.

The urine of a child aged one or two hundred years is indeed very potent.

All three of them were actually a little scared. If Sanjay had completed the final fire offering ritual, his primordial spirit would have been fully formed, and his strength would have reached an unknown level.

But in any case, Sanjay is dead, and he is dead.

Through the efforts of the three, he was completely buried in Dawa Mountain.

Such a wicked person, who doesn't even spare his own disciples and followers, and casually uses living people as sacrifices, doesn't deserve to live.

Xuanjing used his staff to rummage through Sangjie's bones.

Sangjie's belongings had been almost completely burned. After searching for a while, Xuanjing seemed to have discovered something. With a flick of his staff, a dark, lumpy object flew into his hand.

The rain washed it away, revealing its true form.

Upon seeing this, a strange look flashed in Chen Yang's eyes.

"Mountain Lord Seal?"

It was a seal, similar in size and shape to the Shushan Mountain Lord Seal in Chen Yang's hand.

Or rather, they are exactly the same, except for the text under the seal.

This is a seal of a mountain king.

Sanjay's ability to conjure objects out of thin air must be due to the storage space of this seal.

Xuan Jing flipped it over and looked at the words under the seal, a strange look flashing between her brows.

"Seal of the Lord of Kunlun Mountain".

It was actually the seal of the Lord of Kunlun Mountain.

Zhou Mingyuan walked over and glanced at it as well. "I didn't expect that this seal would actually be in the hands of the Divine Fire Sect."

The Shu Mountains have their own Mountain Lord, who suppresses the thousands of mountains and peaks in Shu, while the Kunlun Mountain Lord is the common ruler of the thousands of mountains in the western frontier.

Of course, this happened many, many years ago. Shushan has been without a mountain lord for four hundred years, and the Western Frontier has been even longer. The situation in the Western Frontier is complicated. The three major secret sects firmly control everything in the Western Frontier. Being a mountain lord in the Western Frontier is quite dangerous. As early as six hundred years ago, there was no mountain lord.

Xuan Jing was just about to see what was inside.

"Woooooooo..."

At that moment, the sound of horns came from the direction of Corpse Eye Pool.

The three exchanged a glance and then quickly ran towards the valley.

The wandering master undergoing tribulation was forced into the Corpse Eye Pool by Chen Yang, and there hasn't been time to deal with him yet.

If this thing gets away, it will be a disaster.

……

Yuan Ming and the others guarded the valley entrance, preventing any of the rampaging soldiers from leaving the valley.

The three arrived at the Corpse Eye Pool.

The bone-eating beetle swarm was nearing the end of the battle, with only twenty or thirty remaining rabid soldiers putting up a last-ditch resistance.

Chen Yang charged in with the Mountain-Suppressing Sword, and in a few rounds, he wiped out the twenty or thirty rampaging soldiers.

The rampant soldiers were wiped out, but the bone-eating beetle swarm also suffered considerable losses.

Of the nearly 50,000 bone-eating beetles that Chen Yang brought out of the underground palace, probably 40% have died, leaving only about 30,000.

However, there are gains and losses. After consuming a large amount of Yin energy, those bone-eating beetles that survived all made significant progress in strength.

Chen Yang ignored them, retrieved the insect seed bag, and headed towards the edge of the Corpse Eye Pool.

Xuan Jing and Zhou Mingyuan stood by the pool, staring at a corpse on the ground.

Although the dark clouds had not yet dispersed, the tribulation of lightning had ended, and only the rain was still falling.

The corpse by the pool was decapitated, lifeless, pale-faced, and covered in wounds.

It was the same Tribulation Transcending Master that Chen Yang had fought against before.

"died?"

Chen Yang was somewhat taken aback and looked at Xuan Jing and the others, "You killed them?"

(End of this chapter)