I use myths to create immortality

Chapter 86 85: New Vest, Green Robe Patriarch of the Central and Southern Sect

Seeing the old woman collapse in fear, the short Taoist in yellow cursed, loosened his grip, and threw the child off the cliff.

Anyway, since he had poisoned the two Lingbao Taoists, his mission was accomplished. As for those mortals involved, he would kill them no matter what.

The little boy wailed and screamed, his limbs tumbling, and he fell off the cliff.

"Whoosh!" A gust of wind several feet long blew by, and the invisible force wrapped the child and flew towards the bamboo shed and tavern.

"How is it possible..." The dwarf Taoist suddenly felt something was wrong and was shocked and then frightened.

What was surprising was that the pollen that had always been able to paralyze the monks' magical bodies had no effect.

What he was afraid of was that those two people could cast spells from dozens of miles away, and their Taoist power and magic were far superior to his own.

In addition, he came here alone, under the order of Peak Master Ling Che to hold back Ji Yuan and the other two, and he had no help. For a moment, he had no will to fight and turned around to escape into the fog.

"Take it away!" Chen Hai shouted, his face full of excitement, he stood up in the mist with his sword in hand, and in the blink of an eye, he chased after him.

“Catch him alive!” Ji Yuan also raised his head and waved his sleeves. Wind swept across the sky, carrying the child like a meteor and landing in the arms of the old woman on the ground.

"My Lord! Thank you so much!" The old woman cried with joy and wanted to kowtow to her grandson while hugging him, but was stopped by Ji Yuan.

The old woman did not move when the Taoist in yellow urged her just now because Ji Yuan used his magical power to convey a message to her, telling her not to move and that he would definitely return her grandson to her.

While the Taoist in yellow was talking, Ji Yuan realized that he was the only one nearby, so he sent Chen Hai, who had just mastered the sword technique, to capture him.

Chen Hai chased after him with all his might in the fog, and the short Taoist priest also climbed the wind and crossed the fog, trying his best to escape. In just a cup of tea, they had traveled hundreds of miles.

Both of them were using the magic of riding the mist, but Chen Hai's magic power was much more profound and his speed was also slightly faster. After flying for more than a thousand miles, he caught up with the Taoist priest a hundred feet behind him.

“Don’t run!” Chen Hai chased after him with a sword in hand, shouting loudly, breaking through the clouds.

"I am Lingshen, Brother Zui, you are also a disciple of Xuanwei. Why are you chasing me?" The short Taoist Lingshen was frightened and ran away even faster.

Ling Shen didn't recognize Chen Hai, but he knew that he was a drunkard, known as the 'Drunken Taoist' and was quite famous in the inner sect of Xuanwei Sect.

"Brother, please let me go. I have a hundred jars of fine wine, all made from magical herbs. I would like to offer them to you, Brother!"

"Hahaha! What a joke! Even if I kill you, the wine will be mine!" Chen Hai chased after him desperately, not believing it at all.

As he spoke, he was already more than twenty feet behind Ling Shen, almost close enough to hold his body.

"Die!" Ling Shen's face turned fierce, and he suddenly exploded. Black smoke flew out of his sleeves, and it exploded dozens of feet in an instant, sweeping towards Chen Hai behind him.

Although Ling Shen's magical powers have been cultivated for no more than a hundred years, he is no ordinary person. He once worshipped the famous left-handed ancestor Xiao Xiao, nicknamed "Poison Tooth Fairy" in the Wolf Poison Cave of Changdi Mountain in the Southern Wilderness, as his adoptive father. He learned a book on pharmacology and is good at refining magical poisons. That is why Ling Che and his men spent a lot of money to invite him and assigned him to delay Ji Yuan and the other person.

Xuanwei Dao is not a mixture of Taoism, demons, or unorthodox practices; but among the hundreds of thousands of disciples in each generation, only a few can advance to the true teachings. The rest can only fend for themselves. Those who have the opportunity may become disciples of unorthodox practices or learn secret Zen.

The black smoke is called 'blood-returning poison', which contains countless fine poison powders. Lingshen collects hundreds of kinds of snake venom and medicinal poisons from deep mountains and valleys, and mixes them together. It is usually loaded into bamboo tube springs and hidden in the sleeves.

Once released, the poison will instantly corrode thousands of feet of flesh. If a trace of it touches any living thing's hair or skin, it will seep into the body through the pores and take effect within a few breaths, causing the qi and blood in the body to flow backwards, and the person will die in various tragic ways. It is extremely vicious.

When Chen Hai saw the black smoke and the stench, he knew something was wrong and held his breath.

Fortunately, when he was within a hundred steps of Lingshen, he had already secretly gathered his strength and concentrated his mind, preparing the sword light, intending to combine his body and sword to catch up and capture him in one fell swoop. At this time, the poisonous fog hit his face, and he had no time to thank him and immediately used his sword skills.

The sword light shot up to a length of about ten feet, circled around the body, and wrapped around the body. There was a thunderous explosion, and a sword light of about ten feet shot out, rushing left and right in the black smoke. The sharp sword light scattered the black smoke and passed through it vertically.

It is the method of uniting body and sword.

If it were someone else, even if they had hundreds of years of magical powers and could fly underground, they would still be knocked out by the blood-depleting poison at such a close distance.

Fortunately, Chen Hai's swordsmanship was already at the entry level. At this moment, his body and sword became one, transforming into a sword light several feet long. The poisonous fog could not get close to the sword light at all. As soon as it got close, it was smashed into pieces by the sharp blade and sword energy.

Ling Shen was terrified and shouted, "Magic power? What kind of sword is this..."

Before he finished his words, the sword light traveled a hundred steps and was already in front of him, like a gust of evil wind blowing in his face. "Pa!" A slap landed hard on Ling Shen's cheek.

He immediately swallowed the rest of the words, and blood mist came out of his mouth. He felt stars in his eyes and his cheeks hurt so much that it went all the way to his bones, as if they were no longer his own flesh and blood.

Ling Shen screamed, covered his face and fell off the clouds.

"Puff!" The sword light came later but arrived first, like a line of light flashing past, circling around the fallen Ling Shen, accompanied by splashes of blood mist.

Ling Shen screamed miserably, and his two arms flew down and were instantly cut into human sticks by the sword light.

Chen Hai's figure appeared in the sword light, his face was pale, he held the sword in his left hand, and with his right hand, he grabbed Ling Shen's collar and captured him.

"Ah..." Ling Shen lost both arms and a bloody slap mark was left on his left cheek. His cheek trembled in pain and he screamed in pain.

He was shouting and spitting out broken teeth, because Chen Hai had slapped him so hard that not only did he break his left cheekbone, but also broke half of his teeth.

"You despicable villain, if my senior brother hadn't ordered you to stay alive, I would have cut you in half with my sword." Chen Hai was furious.

If I hadn't prepared to merge my body and sword and had done it just now, I might be the one screaming now.

Chen Hai was filled with anger and horror, and he gained a better understanding of this sinister world of cultivation.

Cutting off Ling Shen's arms is to prevent him from launching a sneak attack or poisoning you again.

No matter how advanced his poison skills are, without both arms, he cannot make spells, cannot mobilize his magic power, and can even hardly capture objects from a distance, so there is no need to be afraid of him.

Magic power is actually the innate Qi that is the result of the integration of essence, energy and spirit; it is not the so-called internal force or internal Qi shrunk in the Dantian; it seems to be inside the body, but it is actually outside the body.

It seems tangible, but it is actually intangible; it is real, but it seems like a Taoist practice, invisible and intangible.

If your realm and cultivation level have not reached a certain level, there is no way to mobilize your magical power without making hand gestures, thinking, and using some magic.

Many finger spells are like switches that activate magical power.

When the Suixian Sect accepts disciples, it only accepts those with all ten fingers intact. Monsters and wild beasts must first cultivate into human form before they can cast spells.

It's not that one cannot practice cultivation without fingers, but unless one is born into a noble family, the seniors in the immortal sect don't have the time and energy to reattach people's fingers or broken limbs.

Chen Hai picked up Ling Shen and flew back in the mist. After about an incense stick of time, he returned to the bamboo shed teahouse on the roadside. Ji Yuan was sitting there waiting for him.

Ling Shen, who had lost too much blood, was pale and dying, and was thrown to the ground.

"I have lived up to my senior brother's orders and captured the thief Dao Lingshen alive." Chen Hai proudly bowed to take credit.

"Ling Shen? Did Ling Che send you here?" Ji Yuan looked at Ling Shen, whose face was pale on the ground.

"Yes, he gave me 50,000 merit points and asked me to think of a way to hold the two brothers back for two days starting at 1:00 p.m. today..."

The fight has already failed to this point; Ling Shen has nothing to hide.

He endured the pain and shouted again, "Since I have miscalculated, Brother, you can kill me or let me go, just let me die."

It’s not that Ling Shen has much backbone.

Rather, it is an internal fight among fellow disciples, whether it is competition within the inner sect or a fight for the position of the head sect among the true sects; the other disciples and elders all have to take sides and place their bets; if they lose their sides, it is a convention that those who surrender will not be killed.

Of course, if they must be killed, no one will say anything; they will just be given a decent death.

After all, this is an internal fight, not a matter of capturing and killing foreign monsters. No one talks about loyalty, backbone, or righteousness. If you fail, just surrender decisively, it is not shameful.

Ji Yuan looked towards Chen Hai.

Chen Hai took a sip of wine and said, "This guy is bluffing openly and using poison secretly. He is not a good person and should be killed."

"Please, brother, let me kill you." Ling Shen did not beg for mercy. He suppressed his fear of death, stiffened his neck, and closed his eyes. "Don't worry, my sword is very fast."

Chen Hai drew his sword with his right hand and slashed it downwards. A white light flashed and blood spurted out of his cavity for several feet.

The head rolled seven or eight feet away and landed in front of an old woman holding her grandson, scaring both of them so much that they retreated in panic.

"These evil people all have some heroic spirit." Ji Yuan sighed as he looked at the ferocious head.

No wonder there is a legend that the evil ways in the mountains and five peaks should not be provoked, because once someone calls for help, a group of people will come and bring out the leader of the evil ways to challenge you to a fight.

Compared with some people who claim to be righteous but forget about their lives for the sake of small profits, these people do not practice Taoism deeply, forget about life and death, learn small tricks and go astray, and take unconventional approaches. On the contrary, they appear to be unusually united.

Just like Gu Lingmiao once took away an opportunity from Ling Che.

Ling Che is not a heretic, but he has close ties with the heretics. With a wave of his arm, people from all over the country gather together, and they put forward a "Master Wu Yin" as their leader to seek revenge on Ling Miao.

"Brother, he said that Ling Che and others agreed to take action at 1:15 p.m. in the ravine on the eastern border of Beiyang. Doesn't that mean that several quarters of an hour have passed now?" Chen Hai was a little worried.

Qian Valley, also known as Tianyuan, is bottomless and is formed by the split between two mountains. It is seven or eight hundred feet wide and is located in the eastern part of the Beiyang Dynasty. It is also the only way to enter Beiyang from the northern end of the Yue State.

It is not close to Caizhuling, more than 10,000 miles away.

Ling Shen explained Ling Che's entire plan, and gathered all his strength to attack Ling Miao first, and then turn back to destroy Ji Yuan.

Ling Shen's mission was to follow Ji Yuan and the others starting at noon today.

If Ji Yuan and the other person show any sign of heading northeast to support Ling Miao, try to stop them with poison.

As a result, Ling Shen was greedy for merit and thought himself clever. Knowing that Chen Hai loved wine, he poisoned the wine in a roadside tea shop and took the grandson of the old lady in the tea shop as a hostage.

He attempted to use the rare poison of the sheep flower to paralyze Ji Yuan and the other man so that he could harvest their heads and take credit for it.

As it turned out, Ji Yuan had already recognized the poison and could detect it as soon as he smelled the faint scent in the wine. He and Chen Hai held the wine in their mouths and did not swallow it.

In fact, even if he swallowed it, with the Samadhi Fire, no poisonous wine could hurt Ji Yuan.

"If we rush over now, it might be too late and we might fall into a trap. Besides, we don't know whether what this person says is true or not." Ji Yuan shook his head.

"What should I do?"

"Simple, you take the spiritual sand and rush to Beiyang; I will go to support Senior Sister Lingmiao."

Chen Hai pondered after hearing this. If anyone else said this, he would definitely not agree, as they would be weaker in comparison; besides, it would be extremely dangerous to go there now.

But although he didn't know how full Ji Yuan was at the moment, he believed that with Ji Yuan's ability, if he really encountered an irresistible danger, he might not be able to help and might even become a burden.

"Okay then. As long as I'm alive, I will definitely deliver the spiritual sand to you!" Chen Hai nodded heavily.

"Oh, you are stupid. Of course life is important. If all else fails, throw the spiritual sand to the enemy to save your life. Only when you are alive can you talk about the future."

"Besides, this is work for Ling Miao, not for me. You must not act out of loyalty and be inflexible."

Seeing Chen Hai nod, Ji Yuan handed him the treasure bag containing the spiritual objects and said, "Take a shortcut and use your body skills to move freely. Walk in the mountains and forests as much as possible. If you encounter danger, fight if you can. If you can't win, flee back to the mountains quickly."

"Yes!"

"I'll go to the trench first; if we don't encounter any enemies, we'll meet up in Yangdu." After Ji Yuan finished speaking, he leaped up into the air and flew a thousand miles away.

After Ji Yuan left, Chen Hai pinched his fingers and used fire magic to burn Ling Shen's body and head.

Then he did not take the official road, but went straight into the deep mountains and forests, leaped from the ground, and his figure was already several feet away, and his speed was also extremely fast.

...

Half a day later, Ji Yuan arrived near the ravine.

The ravines were hundreds of miles long and bottomless. After flying around for several times, I did not see any signs of monks fighting nearby.

However, when flying over the ravine, we saw a number of unburned corpses in the ashes at the foot of a mountain that was extremely conspicuous and had been burned to ashes by flames among the continuous green hills ahead.

"I don't know who used this fire magic, but his attainments are quite impressive." Ji Yuan praised.

The mountain was hundreds of feet high and stretched for hundreds of miles, but it was burned up in one breath by the magic.

It was indeed too late, the battle was already fought.

There are still traces of fire on the treetops, so they must have just left not long ago.

After going around a few more times, they found seventeen bodies.

These bodies were not burned and were intact.

But ten of them were cultivators from Tenghai Peak, and the remaining eight were also disciples of Xuanwei Dao.

Gu Lingmiao’s body was not found, so it seemed that she had escaped.

"It's just as expected; Gu Lingmiao is no match for Lingche and the others now. She sacrificed all the Tenghai monks and escaped by herself." Ji Yuan's face darkened.

Why do you say that.

Because the area within a thousand miles of the scene was not greatly affected, except for the mountain that was burned to ashes; this shows that the fight did not last long.

Even if it's just a quick one or two rounds, the battle is over.

There are only two possible outcomes: Gu Lingmiao is quickly captured; that is unlikely, because if Gu Lingmiao can be captured, these Tenghai monks can also be captured, and they will not all be knocked down by the enemy in one move.

Another result is that Gu Lingmiao used these people's lives to delay, cast a spell, and escaped.

"Wanli Longyan Arrow shot it, there really is something there."

The hundred-mile hill was reduced to ashes in an instant. It must have been Gu Lingmiao who did it.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Ji Yuan took a step forward, and his form changed rapidly.

In an instant, his body shrank continuously, from a nearly six-foot tall handsome boy to about two feet tall.

His head was as big as a bucket, with a head full of snow-white hair and a few sparse white beards on his chin. He was ugly like a wild ghost, with a small body, hands like chicken claws, and eyes that emitted green light, which was extremely terrifying.

"I am the founder of the Central and Southern Demon Sect in the White Bone Cave at Baiman Mountain. I have millions of demon soldiers under my command. I am also the Green Robe Patriarch!" Ji Yuan coughed and tried his tone.

The voice is like that of an old man, hoarse and like the sound of a cicada's wings.

However, Chen Hai's swordsmanship has improved rapidly in recent days, and Ji Yuan's invisibility skills have also improved rapidly.

The third level of invisibility has now reached the highest level of two levels, and has even reached half the level of the third level of bone transformation.

It is not certain that you will become bigger and more handsome, but becoming short and deformed is still very sufficient.

He took out the red-spotted blood spider silk scarf from the treasure bag in his sleeve.

Tie a two-foot long red silk scarf around your neck like a red scarf.

In an instant, the energy in his body was restrained and concealed.

(End of this chapter)