Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 425: Guardian (Subscribe!)
A volcanic eruption occurred in the Mist Hidden Sea area of ​​the South China Sea, giving rise to countless spiritual creatures of heaven and earth.

The Taiqing Sect, one of the nine sects of the human race, and the Sansheng Wendao Mountain, Taisu Qingyun Mansion, and Wuxiang Yinyang Sect, three of the thirty-six sects of the human race, are confronting each other in the South China Sea. The three sects have formed a secret alliance to resist the pressure from the Taiqing Sect.

A standoff formed between the four factions within a short period of time.

On the deck of the Demon-Slaying Spirit Ship, Lu Cheng was walking fast, holding a brocade box in his hand.

In the distance, the sea of ​​clouds was rolling, and other Taiqing Sect spirit ships could be vaguely seen floating in the air, like thirteen floating fairy mountains suppressing the South China Sea.

These thirteen giant spirit ships are still okay for cultivators, but if mortals are in them, they are equivalent to thirteen worlds for them. The space inside is infinitely changing, and it may be difficult to complete them in their lifetime.

"Master Lu, Master Xuan is already waiting in Qingyin Pavilion. Please follow me." A boy in a plain white Taoist robe came towards him and saluted respectfully.

Lu Cheng nodded slightly and followed the boy through the many restrictions.

The interior of the Demon-Slaying Spirit Ship is hundreds of times more spacious than it appears from the outside. After passing through the restriction, one can see pavilions and towers arranged in an orderly manner, dotted with spiritual springs and waterfalls, flying cranes and rainbow bridges. It is like a blessed land and a fairy mountain scenery.

Qingyin Pavilion is located at the highest peak here, surrounded by clouds and mist.

From the pavilion came the sound of harmonious music of zither and qin, sometimes clear and melodious like the cry of a crane, sometimes low and deep like the roar of a dragon.

"Disciple Lu Cheng, hello to Master Yu." Lu Cheng stood outside the pavilion and saluted respectfully.

"Well, come in." A gentle and elegant voice came from the pavilion, making people feel like a spring breeze on their faces.

Walking in, Lu Cheng saw Yu Ding Xuan Jun sitting lazily in the main seat, wearing a moon-white Taoist robe that was spotless. He had a gaunt face, eyes like stars, and long hair mixed with black and white, which was particularly eye-catching.

At this time, there were twelve other musicians in the pavilion, playing "Yin Feng Qu".

The sound lingers in the air for three days, and it is so wonderful!

"I'm sorry to bother you so much, but I've prepared a small gift to thank Master Yu for introducing me to you." Lu Cheng handed over the jade box with both hands.

Yu Ding Xuanjun took the jade box, touched the box surface with his fingertips, and the lid slid open silently. In the box lay a red giant clam gem, a seventh-level fire-type spiritual object.

"This..." Yu Ding Xuanjun's eyes flashed with surprise: "This thing is precious, are you really willing to give it up?"

Lu Cheng's expression remained unchanged: "If it weren't for Master Yu's support, how could I be where I am today? Although this item is precious, it is not even one tenth as valuable as Master Yu's kindness back then."

Yu Ding Xuan Jun stared at Lu Cheng for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "Good! What a grateful Lu Zhen Jun!"

He closed the jade box, casually placed it on the table beside him and said, "Since you are here, please sit down and listen to the "Twelve Wonderful Fairies Attracting the Phoenix" with me."

Lu Cheng sat down as he was told. As the music of the piano flowed, Yu Ding Xuanjun tapped the table in front of him with his fingers, keeping the rhythm, with an intoxicated look on his face.

At this time, he asked casually, "I heard that you killed a Divine Transformation cultivator from the Patrolling Demon Bull Clan in the South China Sea?"

"It was just luck." Lu Cheng replied seriously, "The demon bull had just survived the heavenly tribulation and wanted to devour our human race's Nascent Soul to replenish its mana, but its own realm was not stable yet, and my disciple happened to have the Four Symbols Soul Sealing Talisman Formation, so we found an opportunity to win by a narrow margin."

Yu Ding Xuan Jun shook his head upon hearing this and said, "From ancient times to the present, how many people have not had a chance of success in any battle? Talismans are dead, but people are alive. You can adapt to the situation and defeat the strong with the weak, which shows that you have the mentality to fight to the death."

When Yan said this, Yu Ding paused for a moment and then asked, "Do you know the origin of Wan Shuang'er?"

Hearing her suddenly mention this, Lu Cheng was startled and replied: "Disciple only knows that she is an outstanding disciple of a noble family..."

"Her parents are both heroes of our Taiqing Sect." Yu Ding Xuanjun's tone suddenly became low: "Three hundred years ago, the ancient demon clan invaded. Her parents died in the battle to protect the evacuation of the low-level monks of the sect and guard the formation. Although the sect counterattacked the ancient demon clan thousands of miles away afterwards, it was ultimately unable to save the lives of the deceased..."

Lu Cheng's heart was also shocked when he heard this. At this moment, all his previous doubts were answered.

The immortal path values ​​privacy, especially for independent cultivators. However, cultivators in sects have been practicing in the sect for hundreds or even thousands of years since childhood. They have feelings and a sense of belonging to the sect, so sometimes they will choose to sacrifice themselves in order to protect the greater interests of the sect.

Moreover, to allow their orphan daughter to be directly listed as a true disciple, Wan Shuang'er's parents must have been high-level monks of the Taiqing Sect.

At this moment, Yu Ding Xuan Jun beside him suddenly stood up and walked to a big drum in the middle of the pavilion. He reached out and took the drumstick and hit it hard!
"Boom-"

The drums sounded like thunder, stirring the spiritual energy in the pavilion. The twelve musicians changed their tunes at the same time, and the sounds of the zithers became more passionate.

"Burning oneself to pass on the torch and continue yin and yang, the heaven and earth are merciless and protect the loyal heart; those who carry the snow go deep and prove the great way, the universe has its destiny and may not let them be trapped in the mysterious gate. Those who carry the snow go deep and prove the great way, the universe has its destiny and may not let them be trapped in the mysterious gate!" Yuding Xuanjun chanted loudly and beat the drum once for every sentence.

His voice was so vigorous and powerful that it seemed to pierce the sky.

They feasted, sang, talked about philosophy, and when the music ended and everyone left, the moon was already at its highest point in the sky.

Yu Ding Xuanjun personally escorted Lu Cheng to the outside of Qingyin Pavilion, and suddenly said: "Wan Shuang'er is stubborn and never talks about her parents. She wants to avenge her parents, so she studied the most powerful of the seven true teachings, "Male and Female Dragon and Tiger Sword Refining Manual". If you have the energy to spare in the future, you might as well take care of her."

Hearing this, Lu Cheng nodded and said, "Disciple understands."

Leaving Qingyin Pavilion, Lu Cheng strolled along the corridor of the spirit ship. The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the gilded eaves, creating a cold and clear glow.

"Those who carry firewood for everyone should not be allowed to freeze to death in the wind and snow... Master Yu can be said to be a model of the master-disciple lineage in the sect, but even he has to look differently at Wan Shuang'er, who has no future in practicing Taoism. It seems that the situation back then was indeed critical and dangerous." Lu Cheng whispered to himself.

Two days later, Lu Cheng was regulating his breathing in the quiet room when he suddenly sensed a powerful and sinister magical power outside the cave.

He reached out to take it and saw that it was an ink-colored flying communication talisman. Lu Cheng opened it and read it.

Xingluo Pavilion is located at the stern of the Demon Refining Ship. It is shaped like a chessboard, with black and white tiles paved in an alternating pattern.

When Lu Cheng arrived, Yin Jinxi was already sitting in front of the jade chessboard in the center of the pavilion, waiting. She was wearing a dark Taoist robe, her hair was tied up high, and her eyebrows were picturesque but stern.

"Disciple pays homage to Lord Yin Xuan." Lu Cheng saluted.

The person in front of him was also one of the high-ranking members of Taiqing Sect, just like Master Yu. Although he had only reached the level of Lianxu Realm, his alchemy skills were unparalleled. In comparison, Master Yu's expertise in Taoism might not be as important as that of the other party in Taiqing Sect, which was already known for its Taoism.

At the same time, this person was also the master of Zhao Qingyu, the former lord of Danxia City.

Yin Jinxi raised her eyes to look at him, her lips slightly raised: "Sit down. I heard that you are good at chess, Lu Cheng. I have nothing to do today, how about playing a game with me?"

It is true that Lu Cheng can play chess, but he is not good at the art of chess. What's more, the chess rules for cultivators are ten thousand times more complicated than those for mortals. Many cultivators have integrated them into their own cultivation system. Skilled chess players can even deduce and evolve their future destiny on the path of cultivation through playing chess.

Compared to Lu Cheng, Yin Jinxi was obviously a master in this field. After just a few moves, she had already put Lu Cheng at a disadvantage. However, she was not in a hurry to win. Instead, she controlled the rhythm, making Lu Cheng at a disadvantage but unable to lose in a short time.

"What did Senior Brother Yu Ding tell you a few days ago?"

Lu Cheng was slightly startled when he heard this, but he didn't show it on his face: "Master Yu and his disciple enjoyed the song of attracting the phoenix together, and also talked about some matters of cultivation."

"Is it?"

"Did he mention Wan Shuang'er's parents?"

On the chessboard, the black piece's situation suddenly deteriorated because of this move. Lu Cheng replied cautiously: "Master Yu mentioned that Junior Sister Wan is the descendant of a heroic hero of the sect."

Yin Jinxi suddenly sighed, and then said: "Senior Brother Yuding is always too soft-hearted, which is also a common problem among disciples of large sects. Without going through many hardships, it is easy to miss opportunities sometimes."

Her slender jade hand tapped the chessboard and she continued, "When the four factions are facing off, we can't intervene in the fight between the younger generations, so as not to embarrass Senior Brother Xuan Zhenzi. If you are willing to help, it will make Senior Brother Yu Ding feel better, and it can be considered a favor to me."

"Disciple obeys the order." At this point, Lu Cheng knew he couldn't refuse and agreed directly.

Yin Jinxi nodded in satisfaction, and suddenly placed a piece on the chessboard in front of him: "You see, sometimes a seemingly dead end game can be revived with just one variable."

At this moment, because of the white piece's move, all the black pieces on the board are alive.

Victory or defeat, yin and yang, seemed to be entirely in her hands.

The female cultivator surnamed Yin smiled and said, "Since you have won, I, as your elder, cannot fail to show my appreciation. These bottles of elixirs should be beneficial to your mana. Go down."

Yin Jinxi turned and left, his figure soon disappeared among the misty clouds and mountains, leaving only Lu Cheng and the four bottles of pills on the chessboard in front of him.

Master Yu from the master-disciple lineage and Uncle Yin from the aristocratic family lineage both want Wan Shuang'er to be alive. This seems to be the love of the sect's elders for their younger generations.

But in Lu Cheng's opinion, this is more because Wan Shuang'er has a vested interest in the two forces of Taiqing Sect.

"It is rumored that this Uncle Yin was originally a cultivator of the master-disciple lineage, but later on, he switched to a noble family lineage and now holds a very high position in it. Is this because he misses his family?"

All cultivators know that when a sect is controlled by a few aristocratic families, it is often the beginning of the sect's decline. The advantage of a sect over a family is that it can better select talents and maintain the sect's destiny. But it is also human nature to miss one's family. Many times, knowing may not necessarily mean being able to do it.

Therefore, the common focus points of the two veins like Wan Shuang'er become very important. The existence of these focus points can eliminate disputes, form a joint force, and resolve contradictions to a certain extent.

Therefore, even though Wan Shuang'er's aptitude for cultivation was not outstanding, she was still able to obtain one of the seven true teachings of the Taiqing Sect, and with many wise masters giving her advice, she was able to continue her cultivation relatively smoothly.

Wan Shuang'er went with Xiao Ming, Mo Xuan, Duan Tianyan, Shang Qingyu and others to explore the South China Sea in search of spiritual objects. They were not acting rashly without a plan, so they needed some time to prepare.

During this period, Lu Cheng met with Shang Qingyu and chatted with her for a while. He also planted the Five Elements Gu worm in her body. Then he returned to his own cave to practice and did not have much interaction with Wan Shuang'er and others.

Although Wan Shuang'er has won the favor of many high-level monks in Taiqing Sect, her area is also the eye of the storm. Those high-level monks are cunning and experienced. If they approach Wan Shuang'er with special purposes, they will probably die without knowing how they died. Lu Cheng has no intention of having too much interaction with them and just wants to do his own thing.

……

Inside the retreat cave, a green lotus formed by the Samadhi True Fire was spinning slowly in the air. Lu Cheng was sitting cross-legged on a jade platform, with the Tianyuan talisman hanging in the purple mansion and the Wanling Blood Pearl sinking in his dantian.

From time to time, a wisp of the Samadhi True Fire would split out and land on the two magic weapons. The two magic weapons would flicker with the Taoist's breathing, forming a red and white interwoven light cocoon three feet around his body.

Before obtaining the seventh-level Mars Heart Bead, Lu Cheng would definitely not dare to waste it like this. Using the Samadhi True Fire to refine the magic weapon to improve its spirituality and mastery?

This must not be done, because the true fire condensed every day is not enough to even refine one's own body.

"Congeal!"

Lu Cheng pinched the Ziwu Jue with his hands, and the talisman suddenly split into nine jade seals. The wind seal attracted the spiritual energy of the Xun position, and the thunder seal swallowed and spit out lightning, each with its own function.

The Wanling Blood Pearl pulsated like a living thing, repeatedly refining and purifying the powerful blood energy obtained from killing the Divine Transformation Monk of the Patrolling Demon Bull clan, and transforming it into its own power.

At this moment, a hideous human face suddenly appeared on the surface of the Wanling Blood Pearl. It turned out to be the regret of the first batch of black-hearted people who were swallowed into it that year: "How dare you, youngster..."

Before the resentful roar ended, the Samadhi True Fire suspended between Lu Cheng's eyebrows poured into the blood bead, and the impurities inside were burned away amidst the screams.

"The hatred that Blackhearted Master has for me is actually stronger than that of the Divine Transformation cultivator? On the one hand, the human cultivators are more skilled in spiritual cultivation, and on the other hand, his resentment is truly astonishing."

'But in this case, the more resentful you are, the more powerful my magic weapon will be. Cultivate your obsession into a demon in your heart, promote your cultivation, and sever your worldly thoughts. Use the daily suffering as nourishment to enhance the power of this magic weapon.'

Just as he was realizing this unexpected gain, the Five Elements Spirit Gu hidden in the Jiuli Ding suddenly shook violently, flew around, and hummed.

"boom!"

All the blood beads of spirits surged up, and the atmosphere was pierced and torn apart by the blood-colored light column. Lu Cheng's body turned into a blood-red light that crossed the South China Sea and escaped from the spirit ship.

The clouds automatically parted wherever it passed, and it was actually using the power of the Tianyuan Seal to slightly rewrite the laws of heaven and earth within the Nascent Soul Domain, so that its escape light would no longer be hindered by the atmosphere.

At this moment, time has moved forward a little, and the Wuyin area of ​​the South China Sea is shrouded in thick fog.

The two flying swords that Wan Shuang'er was controlling at the same time, one black and one white, made mournful sounds as they could not bear the heavy burden. Behind her, Shang Qingyu's left arm was covered with frost, his face was pale, and he could no longer play the piano to disturb the enemy.

The Samadhi True Fire that Duan Tianyan was proud of flickered after he sacrificed it, and was actually suppressed by the formation formed by the flags of three patrolling demon bull monks.

Xiao Ming and Mo Xuan each encountered tough opponents. On one side was a group of giant ratmen as tall as a man, and on the other side was a group of winged eagle-like birdmen. For a moment, both of them were at a disadvantage. Not to mention getting help, even protecting themselves became increasingly difficult.

"How dare the young people of the human race come and steal our sacred objects?"

A monk covered in a black robe and holding a bone chain gun stomped on the reef with a grim smile. A breeze blew by, slightly lifting his black robe, revealing a white skeleton with dark red eye sockets underneath.

Wan Shuang'er was just now aware that those alien races that should have fled after the arrival of the four sects actually formed a strange alliance at this moment.

At this moment, Shang Qingyu behind him suddenly crushed a jade pendant, and a protective body appeared in a green light, wrapping around Shang Qingyu and Wan Shuang'er.

Almost at the same time, three blood-red needles shot out from the fog, piercing the green light, creating spider-web-like cracks.

"Be careful in the dark!" Duan Tianyan became more and more furious, roaring and spewing out his true fire, but the flames turned back strangely and almost burned himself.

A light laugh came from the fog, and the figure of a monk in Taoist robes appeared and disappeared. It seemed that his spell just now reflected everyone else's spell.

"That is the Yin-Yang Realm Daoism of the Wuxiang Yin-Yang Sect! Damn it, we and these alien races have all fallen into the trap."

Wan Shuang'er finally understood—these foreign monks were clearly being used as guns!
She urged the magic power of the "Demon Sword Sutra" to control the black and white swords to transform into dragon and tiger phantoms and pounce into the fog.

Just as the sword was about to hit, a mirror-like light flashed in the mist, and the black and white swords suddenly changed direction. The murderous aura exhaled by a Bone Clan monk with all his strength collided with the sword light.

"boom!"

The blast blew away everyone nearby. Wan Shuang'er hit the rock wall and coughed up blood foam. She saw Shang Qingyu being cornered by two Shadow Clan monks, and Duan Tianyan had his shoulder blade smashed by the heavy hammer of a Patrolling Demon Bull monk.

The most terrifying thing is always the monk of the Wuxiang Yin-Yang Sect who is always on the edge of the battle. There is no doubt that he will be the final winner of this battle.

"I see..." Wan Shuang'er just remembered what the sect master said: "The Wuxiang Yinyang Sect is best at 'using disasters to practice'. These sinister demon cultivators deliberately cause conflicts and use them to gain benefits for themselves, but they don't cause trouble themselves."

When a patrolling Demon Bull monk's heavy hammer hit her crown with a bloody smell, Wan Shuang'er had exhausted all her magic power and closed her eyes in despair.

However, after waiting for a while, the expected severe pain did not come.

Instead, he suddenly heard a clear "ding" sound, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the heavy hammer hanging several inches above his head, held down by a seemingly small jade talisman.

"Tianyuan Jade Seal!?" Wan Shuang'er's heart was pounding.

This thing is clearly Senior Brother Lu Cheng’s natal magic weapon!
From ancient times to the present, important disciples of large sects are always followed by people to protect them.

But this is a secret matter, and the important disciples of the sect don’t even know that they are important disciples.

Even if they knew, they probably wouldn’t know that most of the time, they have teachers around them to protect them.

If jade is not cut and polished, it cannot become a useful object. But if it is over-carved, many people will find it difficult to bear it.

The real and fake force involved has always been difficult to grasp.

The sea of ​​fog was suddenly split open by a blood-red rainbow light. Lu Cheng descended from the sky with the domineering magic power condensed from the blood beads of all spirits. The wind seal raised up strong wind chains to bind the Demon Bull Monk, and the purple lightning from the thunder seal nailed the three Shadow Clan monks to the rock wall.

Then he clenched his left hand and directly imprisoned the spiritual energy within a hundred feet without any seal. The cultivator holding the Yin-Yang Mirror suddenly froze.

"Senior Brother Lu!" Shang Qingyu's surprised cry was drowned out by the deafening roar of the talisman.

Lu Cheng didn't even look at those aliens. Dozens of talismans flew out of his sleeves, each shining brightly, pouring down like an inverted galaxy and flooding the battlefield.

The flesh and blood of the Bone Clan monks melted away in the holy white light, and the Shadow Clan monks were purified into wisps of black smoke by the lightning of thunder.

Although both the monks from their own side and the monks from other races present had strong magical powers, the power displayed by Lu Cheng after he entered the field and took action was like a hot knife cutting butter, breaking everything in his path.

The skillful use of talismans and the accurate grasp of the opportunity to fight frightened the cultivators on both sides of the enemy.

The monk of the Wuxiang Yin-Yang Sect, who had been hiding in the dark, finally changed color upon seeing this, and frantically made hand gestures, trying to activate his escape technique to escape.

Upon seeing this, Lu Cheng waved his finger and the All-Spirits Blood Pearl suddenly turned into a hundred-foot-long blood light and rushed over. At the same time, a fire dragon jumped out from behind and bit his neck.

The combined attack of the two had forced him into life-threatening situations several times in a very short period of time.

In fact, this person's scheming and methods are quite impressive. It's a pity that even though they are both Nascent Soul cultivators, his methods are still inferior to those of Lu Cheng, a cultivator who ascended from the lower realm and was selected by the top leaders of Taiqing Sect.

"Fellow Daoist, wait a minute!" At this moment, three monks wearing Wuxiang Yinyang Taoist robes flashed out from the mist. They were all a little old. The leader held a whisk and said hurriedly, "We are..."

However, Lu Cheng did not give this person a chance to finish speaking. He knew of course that these three people were the protectors of the true teachings of the Wuxiang Yin-Yang Sect in front of him. The seal of the Tianyuan talisman suddenly reversed, almost draining the spiritual energy of the world within a radius of nearly a hundred miles into a vacuum.

Amidst everyone's suffocating horror, the dozen or so talismans that Lu Cheng had just cast out suddenly flew back, and the remaining talisman power gathered into a torrent of magical power, which, after layer upon layer, crushed through the body of the true disciple of the Wuxiang Yin-Yang Sect with a loud bang.

The torrent of talismans and the attack of the seventh-level divine transformation realm were too much for the disciple of the Wuxiang Yin-Yang sect, who was already overwhelmed. How could he withstand it? In an instant, his entire body was crushed into bloody mist.

(End of this chapter)