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

Chapter 837 Slaying the Blood Dragon King: The Backlash of the Nailhead Technique!
The three of them stared at the skull in Chen Yang's hand, stunned for a long while.

They were so focused on dealing with the horde of three-corpse-faced worms that they didn't notice anything happening outside the valley.

Chen Yang gave a wry smile and briefly explained the situation.

"I don't know what happened, he was really fierce at first, but suddenly he was weak. When I saw that he was weak, I knew I couldn't let this opportunity slip by, so I fought him with all my might..."

……

The three people stared at him blankly, seemingly unable to process what he was seeing.

A Dao Realm late-stage expert with a Celestial Body was killed by a young man in the mid-stage Creation Realm?

It sounds like he's just bragging.

But they could sense the true aura of heaven and earth emanating from the skull in Chen Yang's hand.

Especially the monk Kongming, who cultivated the Marrow Cleansing Scripture and whose physical body was already approaching the celestial body, was extremely familiar with this aura.

In other words, Chen Yang wasn't bragging.

Now is not the time to argue with Chen Yang about these things.

Zhou Mingyuan's gaze fell on the top of Chen Yang's head, "What are you doing...?"

Several silver needles were stuck in Chen Yang's head, shining brightly like antennas, which looked quite out of place.

"My old problem has flared up again; I have a bit of a headache!"

Chen Yang chuckled, naturally not telling them that he had taken Qi Ling San.

Zhou Mingyuan nodded slightly. "Let's go, let's get out of here first!"

"What to do with these?"

Chen Yang looked around; the wildfire was raging and showing signs of spreading.

"Don't worry about it, someone will handle it!"

Daoist Yunting said something.

Chen Yang was slightly taken aback, then followed the three of them out of the valley.

In the distance, the eight-winged centipedes and their companions were locked in a fierce battle with the old dragon, neither able to gain the upper hand.

But the old dragon was clearly already considering retreating and wanted to run away, but it was being harassed by the eight-winged centipede and the little white snake, and it was moving closer to the direction where Chen Yang and the others were.

The distance is only two or three miles.

The three of them looked and saw three Dao True Realm cultivators?
He was about to make a move.

Chen Yang hurriedly said, "Those two are my friends. Could the three seniors please help me capture that old dragon?"

"Oh?"

The monk and the Taoist priest were both somewhat taken aback upon hearing this.

friend?

This young man is quite extraordinary; he actually has two such capable generals under his command.

Since they are our own forces, there's no need for them all to come.

"Let me do it!"

Yun Ting Daoist said something and then rushed towards the giant dragon.

"Taoist Master, please spare its last breath!"

Chen Yang called out, but he didn't know if Daoist Yun Ting had heard him.

He quickly followed.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

……

The old dragon was thoroughly annoyed by the eight-winged centipede and the little white snake. The repeated battles left it exhausted and covered in wounds.

Suddenly, Daoist Yunting appeared and unleashed a series of lightning spells.

The old dragon was struck squarely.

"Roar!"

When it cried out in extreme pain, it was almost instantly severely injured by Daoist Yunting.

Don't talk about martial ethics.

It's one thing to outnumber the enemy, but why resort to a sneak attack?

Old Jiao felt dizzy and his whole body was in excruciating pain from being electrocuted, and he was about to collapse.

At this moment, Chen Yang and the others arrived, and Zhou Mingyuan released his flying sword without saying a word.

A sword light flew out, weaving back and forth, and opened several wounds on the old dragon's body.

"Shh!"

The final sword pierced through its seven-inch mark.

"Roar!"

The old dragon looked up at the sky and let out a mournful roar, its blood splattering everywhere. Then, its massive body pressed down.

A beam of light shot out from its head, attempting to escape.

It is its primordial spirit.

At this moment, the old dragon's primordial spirit was extremely weak, and its physical body had been struck in a vital spot, leaving it with no chance of survival. It could only flee with its primordial spirit, seeking a sliver of hope.

"let me!"

Chen Yang shouted, disregarding everything else, and leaped forward, striking the primordial spirit with a palm.

"boom!"

Fortunately, the lightning energy stored in his lightning veins had not been touched.

As he struck out with his palm, an arc of light shot directly toward the primordial spirit light.

There was a bang.

"Roar!"

A mournful cry echoed from the void, then vanished into thin air.

"Ding, mission complete. Hunted SS-level spirit beast [Blood Dragon King]. Reward: [Sword Offering Stone] *1, experience points +100000."

……

As the primordial spirit light cluster dissipated, a notification appeared in Chen Yang's mind.

"call!"

Chen Yang breathed a long sigh of relief.

I was a bit exhausted and almost couldn't stand up.

"boom!"

The old dragon's massive body crashed down.

The enormous dragon head slammed heavily in front of Chen Yang.

Mud splashes.

Its body was covered in wounds, from sword wounds to electric shocks.

A pair of eyes, lifeless and empty, staring ahead.

If you look closely, you can also see the resentment and despair hidden deep in its eyes.

Who can blame it?
You can only blame yourself for following the wrong person.

It's still quite awe-inspiring to see such a huge dragon standing right in front of you.

In front of Zhou Mingyuan and the others, Chen Yang couldn't very well take the dragon away. Such a valuable thing could only be confiscated.

Just as he was thinking, Zhou Mingyuan didn't stand on ceremony. He stepped forward and slashed the Blood Dragon King's vital spot with his sword, ripping out its heart.

He took a thermos and forced out the Blood Dragon King's life essence, filling the thermos to the brim.

Then she gave Chen Yang a wink, and Chen Yang understood, so he also took a bottle and went over to catch it.

After about 500 milliliters were collected, the bleeding from the heart stopped.

The old dragon had just died, and its inner core had dissolved into its blood. Blood is the most nourishing, especially the blood from its heart, which is the essence of blood.

"A dragon in the late stage of Dao Zhen Realm is truly rare. I'll keep these two horns and see if I can refine a magic weapon for them when I get back."

Without any hesitation, Daoist Yunting removed the two horns from the Blood Dragon King.

If you don't take it, and I don't take it, how will anyone else take it?
The monk Kongming was even more ruthless, cutting open the Blood Dragon King's belly and taking away its gall bladder.

Chen Yang looked at their practiced manners and was both amused and exasperated. He had initially worried that his eating habits would be unsightly.

The way everyone ate was not very good.

In just a short while, the four of them had divided up everything of value on the dragon.

The eight-winged centipede had already climbed to the top of the Blood Dragon King's head, and its pair of large red fangs directly bit through the Blood Dragon King's skull, happily sucking out the brain marrow.

It has been waiting for this moment for far too long.

Being able to absorb the brain marrow of a late-stage Dao Realm dragon makes this trip to Raojiang with Chen Yang worthwhile.

Master Yunting looked at Chen Yang, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

The monk Kongming looked at Chen Yang, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

……

-

Sichuan, Mount Emei.

Inside Tianhua Temple, on the altar, a wooden doll lies quietly.

A piece of yellow paper was pasted on the back of the doll, with some messy writing on it.

The doll was soaked in blood, as if it had been submerged in blood, and several nails had been driven into it.

Huang Daolin, trembling, picked up another nail and was about to hammer it into the doll.

At that moment, a hand reached out from the side and grabbed his wrist.

It is Xuanjing.

Xuan Jing shook her head. "That's enough. This technique has already consumed too much of your energy. It has probably damaged your foundation and shortened your lifespan considerably. If you continue, it will bring about the Five Signs of Decay of Heaven and Man..."

clang!
Huang Daolin loosened his grip on his blood-stained hand, and the blood-stained nail fell onto the table. The backlash from the spell was far too strong.

The other party's level was too high, exceeding my own by a whole realm.

In addition, the nailing technique requires praying for forty-nine days and nailing the head forty-nine times, so that the practitioner has time to recover from the damage to their body.

Huang Daolin, however, persevered and performed the ritual nine times and the nail nine times in one day.

This consumption and backlash are naturally even stronger.

He didn't know how much of his lifeblood he had consumed, nor how much of his lifespan he had lost.

Xuan Jing couldn't bear to watch any longer. If she didn't step in to stop him, Huang Daolin might get himself into trouble.

The nail rolled off the table and landed on the floor.

Huang Daolin gasped for breath, his face pale.

He braced his hands on the table, his gaze falling on the blood-stained doll on it, and shook his head helplessly. "Never mind, even if it doesn't kill him, it'll be severely injured..."

"Don't say any more. Come inside. I still have a Great Rejuvenation Pill from Faxiang Temple. I'll save your life first."

Xuan Jing helped him up and walked him into the hall. "You too, with so many experts around, why did you have to join in? Now look what's happened, not only has all your cultivation these past few days been wasted, but you don't even know how much of your lifespan you've lost..."

His words were full of complaints.

Huang Daolin smiled slightly and offered no explanation, simply saying, "When I break through to the Dao True Realm in the future, my lifespan will naturally be made up for. Master, there's no need to feel sorry for me..."

"Alright, that's enough."

He has broken his vows today, actually tolerating Huang Daolin performing such harmful evil magic in the pure Buddhist temple right in front of him.

Xuan Jing shook her head with a wry smile.

It's fortunate it was him; if it were anyone else, they probably wouldn't have let Huang Daolin do that.

……

-

Raojiang, Wuliang Mountain.

For ordinary people, this night was just an ordinary night, nothing out of the ordinary.

More than a dozen drones flew back and forth over Wuliang Mountain all night.

The many experts who participated in sealing off the mountain began to tighten their encirclement in the latter half of the night.

With drones providing support and ground forces advancing, after searching through most of the night, by dawn, the final cleanup and capture of the remnants of the Gu God Cult was basically completed.

As for wildfires.

The association sent a cultivator at the late stage of the Spirit Realm to break through directly in Wuliang Mountain.

As lightning struck, torrential rain poured down, a truly effective form of artificial rain that quickly extinguished the wildfire.

Big Black Mountain.

The 29th day of the sixth lunar month is the Great Heat.

Today should have been the day of the Immortal Slaying Ceremony.

The torrential rain had just stopped, leaving only a muddy ruin on the mountain.

Ruins and rubble were everywhere, houses collapsed, burned, and the scene was devastated.

It's completely unrecognizable from its former glory.

The association sent many people over, transported by helicopter. At Daheishan and Xiaoheishan, busy figures could be seen coming and going.

Cleaning up the scene, inventorying valuables, collecting the body, etc...

The same scene also occurred at Xiaoheishan.

As for Jin Ding Mountain, the cleanup work is a bit difficult. The bunker buster blasted the cave halfway up the mountain, and a huge rock is blocking the entrance. Without large lifting equipment, it is impossible to move it.

When the monk Kongming arrived at the scene, he smashed the boulder to pieces with just two punches.

However, the cave interior had collapsed, making it impossible to clean.

Helpless, the group stood in front of the cave and used their mental energy to search the cave several times.

Chen Yang also used radar to probe for a while, but found nothing useful, so he gave up like the others.

He looked at the collapsed cave in front of him, where Ding Huanchun had spent decades of his life.

It's quite sad to think about.

Originally, he had also thought that he might come here to see if he could find the 315 Tooth Sutra that Ding Huanchun had practiced in the place where he had lived, and compare it with the sutra in his own hands. He was sure he might gain something from it.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see."

By this time, it was already daylight, and a faint smell of gunpowder still lingered in the air; the heavy rain had not washed everything clean.

Zhou Mingyuan patted Chen Yang on the shoulder.

They had all heard Chen Yang recount what happened last night, and they were all deeply saddened.

Who would have thought that such a powerful figure would die so inexplicably at the hands of Chen Yang?

They even doubted the veracity of Ding Huanchun's death.

It feels a bit unbelievable.

However, there is currently no evidence to prove that Ding Huanchun was capable of escaping under those circumstances, so no one is making any unfounded speculations.

Standing on the cliff, the group looked out at the Wuliang Mountains, which stretched endlessly, still covered with evergreen pines and cypresses, and were lush and green all over.

The Gu God Cult has been destroyed and its leader has been executed. This mission can be described as a close call, and we have lived up to expectations and are able to report back to our superiors.

There are quite a few injured, but so far there have been no reports of casualties on our side.

This operation came at a very low cost, and in retrospect, it went very smoothly and achieved the expected results.

Those who deserve to be killed should be killed, those who deserve to be arrested should be arrested, and those who deserve to be deterred should be deterred.

The destruction of the Gu God Cult should deter many restless villains in the cultivation world.

Raojiang has twelve villages, thirty-six grottoes, and seventy-two mountain gates. After this incident, who knows how many will still dare to have improper thoughts?

……

Outside the mountains lies Yugong Village.

After leaving the mountain, the group rested temporarily at Yugong Village.

On a flat area in the village, a large number of tents were set up. After some of the wounded were transported out of the mountains, some of the seriously injured, along with the captured remnants of the Gu God Cult, were transported away by helicopter. The lightly injured received temporary treatment here.

The treatment was overseen by members of the Meligu family.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yang also ran into Gu Lingshan here.

She had now entered the spiritual realm and was following behind a beautiful woman, busy applying medicine and bandaging the wounded.

Chen Yang had seen that beautiful woman before; she had come to Huangjia Village with Gu Lingshan.

Gu Lingshan's mother, Gu Qian'er, was the former number one beauty of Raojiang, who was said in Qinzhou to possess twelve out of ten beauties among the women of Raojiang, while other women owed her two.

It has to be said that even in her forties or fifties, she still retains her charm. As soon as she stepped into the tent, all the groans and moans from her injuries disappeared.

It turns out that beautiful women can also relieve pain.

But for Chen Yang, this headache was something he couldn't stop.

Since last night, he has had silver needles stuck in his head to relieve the pain. Once they are removed, his head will ache terribly.

The medicinal properties of the Qiling Powder adhered to the inner wall of the Lingtai (spirit platform), and Chen Yang tried many methods, but could not remove it at all.

I don't know when the drug's effects will kick in again.

The burst of medicinal power was nothing to worry about, but the surge in mental energy could be quickly depleted using the Golden Body Technique, preventing it from forcibly expanding the spiritual platform and causing significant damage to the spiritual platform walls.

However, the medicinal properties adhere to the Lingtai wall, causing continuous stimulation. Over time, this will cause the Lingtai wall to shrink, solidify, and lose its activity.

This is still bearable, after all, Chen Yang only took Qi Ling San once. As long as he can endure it, the medicinal effects attached to the Lingtai wall will take effect a few times and then be metabolized naturally.

Taking Qi Ling San once or twice, under Chen Yang's current technique, will not cause much damage to the Lingtai wall. After the medicinal effects are completely metabolized, it will gradually ease and recover.

After all, the Lingtai wall is also active and has the ability to repair itself.

As long as it doesn't turn into something like Jingchen's, it's fine.

Jingchen's condition is likely due to long-term medication use in the past, followed by a delay in treatment, which led to the solidification of the posterior wall of the cerebral palpebrae, almost completely losing its activity and the possibility of recovery.

For Chen Yang now, the other side effects are not a problem. The key issue is that the drug's effects stimulate the Lingtai wall, causing him headaches.

If it weren't for the Yin-Yang acupuncture technique to relieve his pain, he doubted whether he could have made it out of the mountains.

No wonder people who have taken Qiling Powder have experienced mental breakdowns; the pain is so intense, anyone would go crazy.

One way to alleviate this situation is to continue taking Qiling San.

However, after taking Qiling Powder, the headache could be stopped, but the medicinal effects would adhere more and more to the Lingtai wall, causing the condition to worsen.

Once you get into a vicious cycle, it will be very difficult to quit using Qiling San (启灵散).

Unless, like Jingchen, they simply lock her up somewhere and force her to quit taking the drugs.

But Jingchen's ending can only be described as tragic.

Chen Yang originally wanted to talk to Gu Lingshan and ask her to help him see if there was any way to relieve his pain.

Otherwise, with silver needles constantly stuck in his head, like several antennas, he would look strange wherever he went, and everyone would take a second look at him.

But Gu Lingshan was busy treating the injured, so Chen Yang didn't bother her for the time being, planning to wait until she was done.

He and Ke Shaohua walked around the village.

"How many demons did you subdue last night? How many evil spirits did you slay?" Chen Yang asked Ke Shaohua with a smile as the village roads became somewhat muddy.

This guy came here with the intention of cultivating the path of killing. Chen Yang saw that overnight, it seemed that not only his state of mind, but also his cultivation level had broken through to the late stage of the Creation Realm.

That guy must have had a great time last night.

Upon hearing this, Ke Shaohua chuckled awkwardly, "Following Master Xuanqing and the others, we managed to catch some small fish that slipped through the net. It's not too bad. We've achieved our goal of going down the mountain for training this time."

Chen Yang nodded slightly, "The sword spirit of the Seven Star Sword seemed to have suffered considerable losses last night..."

Ke Shaohua waved his hand, "Slaying demons and eliminating evil, Senior Sword Spirit won't mind. Just take some time to recover. Besides, it's called the Seven Star Thunderclap Sword."

"Uh, haha."

It has to be said that Ke Shaohua can be quite immature at times.

"Give me the sword." Chen Yang stopped and held out his hand.

"how?"

Ke Shaohua paused for a moment, looking at Chen Yang with a puzzled expression, but still took the large sword, which looked like a door panel, off his back and handed it to Chen Yang.

(End of this chapter)