Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 134: Blood and Fire of the Origin, Sacrificing the Sword with Blood
The Yinfeng Ghost Cave is a good place for cultivation, but it is not very safe. There is a conflict between the Ten Thousand Beasts Incarnation Palace and the Nine Palaces Demon Realm, and the search and suppression of the Thousand Corpse Cult. Even if all these did not happen, sometimes a tide of ghosts would erupt from the depths of the ghost cave.

At that time, the red-haired ancestor Gongsun Lie had the power to command all the cultivators, and sometimes he even needed the support of the sect to block the impact of the tide of ghosts and spirits.

But Lu Cheng had good luck. He devoted himself to practicing Taoism for fifteen years and had not encountered any major problems. Of course, this was also related to his low-key personality. For fifteen years, almost no one knew that Lu Cheng was stationed here.

Retreat in the stone chamber.

There are statues of gods and the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls in front of him. The Taoist has been reciting the "Miraculous Sutra for the Salvation of Suffering" for fifteen years, but for some reason, the resentful aura on this magic banner has become increasingly stronger in recent days.

"Even if I have low moral standards and a lack of aspirations for the Way, how could my resentment increase instead of decreasing after fifteen years of hard work?"

As if sensing the doubts in Lu Cheng's heart, the wisps of gray-black aura on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner gradually condensed and finally turned into water, forming a black banner surface, like a black mirror placed on the ground.

The next moment, a face that could be either a boy or a girl popped out from the body. It was quite handsome and pretty, and looked towards Lu Cheng.

"Do you know why you have been unable to convert me?"

"..."

The Taoist who was chanting stopped talking when he heard this and instinctively opened his eyes to look into that face.

In a flash, the inner demon took over, and Lu Cheng's eyes turned pitch black.

"...I, I don't know."

"Because you killed me? You are the person I hate the most. How could you possibly convert me?"

The dark face that could suit both men and women was getting closer, little by little, like a wolf eyeing its prey, so excited that it was almost going crazy, but still getting closer, little by little.

"Do you want to convert me?" A pitch-black face covered Lu Cheng's body like black mud, and whispered in his ear.

"……think."

Lu Cheng, with dark eyes, paused for a moment before finally answering.

"Then follow me, follow me into the banner, and I will forgive you once you enter. From now on, you and I will become one, devouring thousands of souls and roaming the world!"

"……it is good."

Inside the stone chamber, in front of the statue of Chijun, the Taoist was bewitched by the evil spirit and slowly stood up.

Then, he walked step by step towards the long banner that looked like a black mirror.

"Okay, go in, and I'll forgive you if you go in! I'll forgive you!"

The twisted human face like black mud surrounded Lu Cheng, turning in circles and urging him on.

The Taoist walked forward step by step, but just when he was about to step into the black mirror, perhaps because of the life-and-death crisis, an expression of struggle and pain appeared on the Taoist's face, and he was reluctant to take the last step.

"Go in, go in! Go in!"

The urgent urging seemed to have the opposite effect, and the Taoist's last foot, which was about to step down, retreated instead.

"Die with me!"

The human face like black mud suddenly pounced towards Lu Cheng's body, and the darkness quickly spread and covered it. To forcibly control his body, it only took a moment to control it, just one step to control it!
However, at this moment, a fierce and overbearing Dharma will, like a red-hot blade or thunder, suddenly cut the black mud man's face in half:
The magic of thunder and fire, the divine power of the Red King.

At the same time, inside the stone chamber, the statue of the Red-Hearted God suddenly changed, taking on the appearance of the young Taoist priest.

Smile at people's faces.

Li Dai Tao Jiang, inviting you into the trap! ?

A similar thought instantly flashed through the man's mind.

If it does not accumulate enough power, it cannot easily leave the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. A magical weapon like the Ten Thousand Souls Banner has no fewer internal defensive restrictions than its external defensive restrictions, or even more.

Therefore, if this Taoist was alert and intentionally set up a trap to harm me, there is a high possibility that I would not be able to notice it.

When he thought about being schemed against by the other party again, a strong resentment surged in his heart.

“We’ll die together!!”

A large piece of black mud-like filth broke free from the Taoist priest that was originally wrapped around it and pounced on the Taoist priest who was sitting there and smiling.

Just at this moment, a sword technique that gathered the five elements of sword energy and sword intent hit the black mud-like filth from behind, directly smashing the man's face into pieces, and both his body and soul were destroyed.

"How?"

Turning around, he saw the Taoist priest, whom he had just determined to be an illusion, with a sharp sword intent emanating from his body.

The five elements sword intent, the sword intent becomes momentum.

The being that can unleash this attack combining body and mind is, of course, the real body.

"Yinshi, you are still the same, suspicious and worried but not confident. The Five Elements Sword Intentions cannot bring out the sword intentions to the extreme, but it is one of the most stable sword intentions... Just you are not enough to shake my mind."

Along with these words, the Five Elements Sword Qi and the sword techniques bloomed as if in chaos and disorder, and every sword strike hit the place where the Yin Corpse's Qi gathered.

Even the phantom body formed by the divine power suddenly pounced forward, condensed the sword with the power of thunder and fire, and stabbed the sword into the black mud and filth, attacking from the front and back.

“Ahhhhh… Lu Cheng, why are you pretending to be a good person… Saving the souls of ten thousand souls? Either you destroy the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, or you and I are evil demons. Saving the souls of ten thousand souls? Dream on… As long as I am here, don’t even think about it… You can’t kill me!”

Suddenly, countless shrill roars erupted from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Countless bloody souls poured out from the banner, but instead of helping the Yinshi Master, they tried desperately to bite it. However, the Yinshi Master laughed wildly and bit those souls in return.

These bloody souls are all people who were killed and souls collected by Yinshi Master during his lifetime. They hate Yinshi Master deeply and do not want him to be free, so they bite him and want to go to hell with him.

But this is the essence and danger of the magic formula. The more hatred these souls have, the more likely the Yinshi Master can use it to remain immortal. As long as the evil heart is not extinguished, it will be immortal in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Alternatively, destroying the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and annihilating the souls harmed by it is the only way to truly kill it and scatter its souls, but doing so would also lead to falling into the evil path and being unable to escape.

Watching the Yinshi Master and those souls biting each other, and finally being dragged into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, Lu Cheng closed his eyes and opened them again. He found himself still in the meditation room. In front of him was the Ten Thousand Souls Banner placed horizontally, facing the statue of Red Heart God. Everything that just happened seemed like a dream.

But in fact, if you fall into it, when future generations open the quiet room several years later, they will find that you have passed away peacefully, but there is a Ten Thousand Souls Banner and a broken statue of the Red Heart God lying in front of you.

"Using demons to control demons, using demons to control demons, it seems very clever, but in the end it falls into the shackles of the devil's way... The great way is originally one, so how can there be four paths of Taoism, God, Buddha and demons?"

At this moment, Lu Cheng had an epiphany and immediately swallowed a Qigong pill and began to use his magic power to reach the Ningsha realm.

In fifteen years, he was promoted to the eighth and ninth levels of foundation building, which was both slow and fast.

It is said to be slow because the combination of the Heaven-stealing and Spirit-transforming Method with the Five Qi Foundation Building Method and Devouring Heaven and Earth could have been many years faster, bringing the advantage of the rapid advancement of the magic path to the extreme.

The reason why it is said to be soon is that Lu Cheng originally planned to further strengthen his foundation and lay an extremely solid foundation for future advancement.

He really had not thought that he would be able to reach the Condensed Evil Realm so soon, but today, when he had transcended the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, seen the Yin corpses and destroyed the Yin corpses, he did not know if this guy had done too many evil things in his life. At the moment of defeating it, Lu Cheng actually felt that his spirit was complete. This was a ray of hope.

The opportunity has arrived. If you miss it, it will take many years to have such an insight again. Sensing this, Lu Cheng, who is already very decisive, immediately set about breaking through.

Lu Cheng built his foundation with the five elements and five qi, and took the five elements sword intent as the guide and used the sword to circulate the qi. Although it was the sword intent that followed, it was the way of both sword and qi.

After fifteen years of intensive cultivation and tempering his body with cold wind, his body and soul became one, and there was no part of him that was not tempered and did not go against his will. Therefore, the most difficult step for many ninth-level foundation-building cultivators was very easy for him, and he felt that it was a natural outcome.

Soon, a vortex of mana appeared in the meditation room and continued to expand. However, this was originally a meditation room for the cultivators of the Liangang realm, so how could the supply of spiritual energy be insufficient? Even if Lu Cheng's Taoism foundation was ten times stronger, there would still be a gap between his mana throughput and that of a cultivator in the Liangang realm.

Inside the quiet room, Lu Cheng sat upright on a cushion, practicing the magic formula step by step to change his tendons and marrow and improve his physique.

But at this moment, a glimmer of blood that had been lurking in his body for who knows how many years suddenly emerged and joined in.

This moment was the critical moment for Lu Cheng to condense his own innate magical power in the realm of Condensing Evil. The injection of this blood light immediately caused a series of changes.

At this moment, Lu Cheng's mind was like sitting in a quiet room full of fog. Rays of blood light were flying around, evolving into countless figures. Through his previous cultivation, he could roughly understand the meaning contained in them:
This diagram shows that the Blood Sword is psychic. If you choose it as your innate magical power, you can refine your own sword energy into your blood, integrating offense and defense, and becoming one with the sword. You will be sharp and vicious, and will never be weaker than a physical cultivator of the same level. Moreover, every time you kill a person, you can absorb their essence and soul and devour them, thus improving your own cultivation by leaps and bounds.

"This is a fusion of the Blood God Dao method and my swordsmanship. However, in terms of devouring the essence and spirit of others, it is generally more of the Blood God Dao method. As for the two steps of Condensing Evil and Refining Gang, the focus is not on increasing mana. I won't learn it."

He pointed his sword and swung it to pieces.

Previously, Lu Cheng had taken the Yuxuyan Dao Fruit and entered a state of sudden enlightenment, which greatly increased his Daoist foundation, and his comprehension of the Blood God Dao had also reached a certain depth. At this moment, everything was manifested.

Another streak of blood flew out from the endless fog.

This picture shows the transformation of a blood dragon. The blood dragon is born from the confluence of the polluted blood, corpses, and souls of heaven and earth. It is extremely filthy and feeds on the blood of all living beings. The more powerful the creature's essence and blood, the more beneficial it is to it. With proper understanding, one can transform into a blood dragon, and after nine changes and ten transformations, can fly directly to the upper realm.

The Blood God Taoism that Lu Cheng has comprehended so far is enough to get started with this method, but if he wants to study it in depth, he will have to search for more collections in the nine volumes and thirteen chapters of the Blood God Taoism.

"This is a fusion of the Blood Nerve Technique and the Technique of my Ten Thousand Beasts Incarnation Palace. However, the Blood Dragon was not a particularly powerful True Spirit in the ancient times. I have the True Dragon, the Sky Phoenix, and the Golden Peng Demon Ape, but I don't want to transform them. Why do I want to transform into a Blood Dragon? If the Blood Nerve Technique is fully practiced, it can even ascend to the upper realm. I will not learn this method."

He pointed his sword and swung it to pieces.

After a while, another ray of blood flew out from the endless fog.

Burning blood essence can make one's own magic power alienated, burning blood and burning essence is extremely domineering. It looks simple, but it is actually powerful and has a wide range of applications.

"But the new method of refining swords into silk has not become more powerful. I won't learn it."

He pointed his sword and swung it to pieces.

In fact, Lu Cheng knew in his heart that these innate magical powers were all condensed from the combination of his own essence, energy and spirit.

Every time it is shattered, the combination of one's own essence, energy and spirit will be weakened a bit. If one succeeds in breaking through the realm in the end, then one will be able to refine the body and spirit and refine the essence. But if one fails in the final breakthrough and falls back, the essence lost this time will be enough for one to not be able to recover for another sixty years.

For a cultivator, if he falls behind by one step, he will fall behind step by step. The loss of these sixty years will also affect his path in the future when he reaches a higher level of cultivation.

No matter how many internal injuries one has, as long as the blood swallowed is large enough and high quality, one can recover quickly and revive the essence. This method can even prolong life and double one's natural lifespan.

In other words, by choosing this method as his innate magical power, Lu Cheng can live to be eight hundred, one thousand years old as a cultivator in the Condensing Sha Refining Gang realm.

"With life but no sword, how can I protect the Dao? I won't learn, I won't learn."

The filthy source blood can pollute the origin of all things, break spells, destroy magic weapons, and even make the gods filthy and corrupt, and one's own consciousness can be integrated into it and replace it.

"If you defile your body and mind, you will not learn."

……

After using the incantation to break the condensation nine times in a row, Lu Cheng could now clearly feel his extreme weakness. His three treasures, essence, energy and spirit, had been cut nine times in a row, and he could no longer sustain it.

However, Lu Cheng's heart was calm:

"It seems that I will have to continue seeking the truth for another sixty years under the protection of my master."

"My two feet go wherever they want, my soul always follows my breath. Sometimes I feel intoxicated by the four elements, so I ask the heavens, who am I?"

Hitting his knees with his hands, singing and sighing, Lu Cheng wanted to jump out of the Three Realms and gain the foundation of immortality that was not in the Five Elements. If he did not have such a foundation, he would rather not take this step.

When the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit had been weakened to the extreme, and because of Lu Cheng's calm state of mind, the last ray of blood-light pattern condensed out.

Lu Cheng had originally given up hope, but he finally looked at it intently, and after a glance, he was immersed in it:

The blood and fire of one's own life can be measured and controlled by oneself, and one can control life and death. Those who have cultivated this magical power can measure their own lifespan, judge their own life and death, and control their own lifespan...

"Good, this is the blood way I want!"

The previous nine magical powers of the Blood God Dao were all about plundering and demanding, all about devouring the vitality of all living things in the world and integrating them into one's own body.

It was not until the tenth magical power of the Blood God Taoism that one began to experience the Taoist taste of self-control, self-awareness, and understanding of oneself.

"The devils plunder the world for themselves, but the Taoists believe that only by giving can one gain. Rather than greedily seeking the world, it is better to improve oneself, which is the foundation of the great way."

At this moment, Lu Cheng was already exhausted, but when he stretched out his finger and touched the blood-red pattern in the mist, the whole world suddenly shattered and disintegrated like a world of colored glaze.

Only the Taoist priest was left sitting upright on the cushion with his head lowered, but his body, like a black hole, slowly and steadily swallowed up the vast amount of vitality and spiritual energy around him, condensing his evil state and achieving success.

In the endless darkness, he didn't know how long he had been walking. When Lu Cheng regained his consciousness, he first moved his fingers, and then he felt the magic power in his body running, which was very different from before.

According to some Taoist texts, this is the successful opening of the Purple Mansion, and the amount of magic power absorbed will be dozens or hundreds of times that of the foundation-building stage.

Three months later, Lu Cheng, who had gradually recovered his vitality by taking jade bee jelly, was still in seclusion in the stone chamber, comprehending the changes in his own body.

The cultivators in the Xiantian realm were still almost unable to use spells and control magical instruments. The cultivators in the Qi training realm could use spells and control magical instruments, but they could not concentrate their spiritual consciousness.

The foundation-building cultivators concentrate their spiritual consciousness and control their spells and magic tools as they wish. They can observe everything with a single thought. However, when facing cultivators in the Condensing Sha and Refining Gang realms, the difference in magic power is ten or even dozens of times.

Therefore, it makes sense that the senior monks drew distinctions among these realms of cultivation.

At this moment, Lu Cheng felt that his body was like an empty valley. His magic power was once again refined and refined, but the power flowing through his meridians was as thin as a stream of water that was about to dry up.

Of course, this is also because Lu Cheng’s first innate magical power is the Qi Sea. His physique is more suitable for accommodating magic power than ordinary cultivators of the same realm, so after he has just broken through the realm, this feeling of "missing" will be more intense.

Lu Cheng's second innate magical power is the Great Five Elements Earthly True Fire, which can refine external chaotic energy and slowly improve the cultivator himself, but the efficiency is relatively low. If Lu Cheng cultivates to more than two hundred years old, he will probably have the physique of a body-refining cultivator of the same level, and a spiritual awareness that is higher than most cultivators of the same level.

"My own blood and fire, I can measure and judge for myself, I can control life and death!"

The Taoist holding the sword slightly closed his eyes in the stone chamber, feeling a blood flame burning and spreading at his Tanzhong acupoint.

"I probably still have... about 280 years of life left. My innate blood fire cannot consume my life indefinitely. If I consume too much at once, I will die suddenly... My innate blood fire, I will sacrifice blood to the sword!"

Lu Cheng did not directly use this magical power, but he had already roughly understood the effect of this magical power in his heart.

Judging from the increase in combat power at this time, it is indeed stronger than the previous nine blood god magic powers. However, the previous nine blood god magic powers were all cruel to others, while this blood fire magic power is cruel to oneself.

But in Lu Cheng's opinion, when the time comes to fight to the death, he won't care about that anymore.

In a sword fight, at the critical moment of life and death, if you are too cautious and dare not injure yourself, you will lose everything if your head is chopped off by a sword.

Moreover, self-testing and self-control are in line with Lu Cheng's understanding of the Heavenly Dao of Blood and the Blood Nerves. It is said that this Taoist method was not originally a magic skill, but a mysterious skill left behind by a Taoist immortal who ascended to heaven. It expounded the "essence and blood" of the Taoist three treasures of essence, energy and spirit to the extreme.

Lu Cheng believed that his choice was at least closer to the essence of Taoism than the previous nine choices.

(End of this chapter)