Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 426: One versus Three, the Lord of Yin and Yang Realm (Subscribe!)

Use talismans to form an array, and one call will attract a hundred responses.

The many broken talismans turned into a powerful force, and the torrent of talismans merged together like a dragon and crushed the true disciple of the Formless Yin-Yang Sect. At that moment, Lu Cheng had already made a hand gesture and changed his moves.

The reversal momentum of the Tianyuan Talisman had not yet disappeared, and the vacuum of spiritual energy within a hundred miles suddenly formed a strange vortex, which sucked all the exploding blood mist into it.

The Nascent Soul of that true disciple was unable to escape and was killed by the All-Spirit Blood Pearl.

The series of killing moves is overwhelming.

"Shu Zi'an dare!"

The three old Taoists who had just appeared were watching with bloodshot eyes. The man just now was a talented person in the sect, a direct disciple of Elder Li. He had a special spiritual body and had hope of cultivating to the level of Spirit Transformation, Return to Void or even higher levels in the future. But now everything was in vain.

"die."

The leading old man swung the whisk in his hand forward violently, exploding into thousands of silver threads, each of which extended infinitely and pierced towards the major acupoints on Lu Cheng's body like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

He used a whisk, but it had the sharpness of a swordsman's attack.

The old Taoist on the left put his palms together, and a Yin-Yang fish image appeared behind him. He used the Yin-Yang energies to disrupt the spiritual energy of the world within a hundred miles.

The old Taoist on the far right took out an ancient bronze mirror. The mirror surface flickered with dim light, faintly illuminating Lu Cheng's figure, giving people a sense of the greatest threat!

Although these three guardian Taoist priests of the Wuxiang Yinyang Sect are not at the level of Divine Transformation themselves, they are obviously good at the art of joint attack, and their own magic power has reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. In addition, the Taoist methods of the Wuxiang Yinyang Sect are mysterious, so it is not an exaggeration to regard them as half-Divine Transformation cultivators.

With their combined forces, a strong pressure was like a collapsing mountain. Wan Shuang'er and the others were already seriously injured, and now they were affected by the aftermath, their expressions became even more bleak.

As for the original foreign cultivators, when they saw the three cultivators of the Wuxiang Yin-Yang Sect taking action, even the dumbest cultivator from the Patrolling Demon Bull clan realized that something was wrong, and those who still had the strength to spare exchanged glances with each other and retreated.

"Disperse!"

Lu Cheng let out a low shout, and the All-Spirit Blood Pearl suddenly exploded into a blood mist barrier.

The silver threads of the whisks hit the blood mist and were swallowed up like a drop of water in the sea.

The Wanling Blood Pearl is a treasure that has both offensive and defensive capabilities. Recently, it has devoured and refined the essence, blood and soul of a Jindan cultivator, greatly increasing its power.

The sixth-order peak fire dragon took the opportunity to let out a long roar and flew into the blood mist barrier. It became more lively and ferocious, becoming more vigorous.

"A true disciple of the Taiqing Sect, the leader of the Three Pure Ones, actually refined a magic treasure like the All-Spirit Blood Pearl, and even refined it to such a level. The difference between good and evil is really interesting." The old man in the lead on the opposite side sneered upon seeing this, and seven bone nails slipped out of his sleeves.

The seven bone nails were wrapped in a layer of dark demonic energy. They were actually made from the brow bones of a powerful and vicious man in the Jindan realm.

People in the evil path love to use the bodies of cultivators as precious materials for refining weapons, especially those who devour each other in evil, so the intrigues among the evil path far exceed those between cultivators of the righteous path.

But in this case, it is basically difficult for the demon cultivators to have powerful helpers around them, and once they are besieged by the righteous sects, they are often doomed to defeat.

Even between masters and apprentices, they are often controlled by secret methods such as the devil's control, and are enslaved and exploited extremely severely.

Therefore, even though the three Wuxiang Yin-Yang Sect monks clearly saw that Lu Cheng's talisman technique was extremely powerful, they did not dare to retreat easily, otherwise they would be subjected to extremely cruel punishment when they returned to the sect.

"Yin and Yang are in chaos, the Seven Evils lock the soul!"

The seven bone nails made a sharp scream like a baby crying when they broke through the air, which immediately made Lu Cheng feel as if the Nascent Soul in his body was bound by invisible chains.

The seven bone nails were like seven flying swords, which penetrated into the blood mist of all spirits and were not disturbed by the filth at all. They locked onto Lu Cheng's Nascent Soul and attacked him, while guiding the silver threads that were originally in a mess.

The fire dragon in the blood mist wanted to resist, but it was no match for the seven bone nails that came flying through the air.

Seeing this, Lu Cheng's expression remained unchanged, and seven five-colored sword lights slid out from the sleeve of his left hand: the Heavenly Demon Killing Sword, the Insect Sword Technique, and the Hundred Poisons and Heavenly Filth Divine Light Sword Technique.

Among the three guardians of the Wuxiang Yin Yang Sect, the leading old Taoist couldn't help but sneer when he saw this. These seven bone nails of his were his most precious magic weapon, even above his own life magic weapon. Not only were the main bodies of them refined with the brow bones of seven powerful and vicious Jindan realm men, but several Nascent Soul cultivators of both the righteous and evil paths were also sacrificed into them. Their power was horrifying, how could the other party be able to resist them with just seven sword lights?

It must be the sword light that broke and rolled past.

However: Ding ding dang dang, the seven bone nails and the seven sword lights of different colors were entangled together, and they were indeed entangled.

Although their speed and strength were slightly inferior, the seven sword lights each displayed exquisite sword skills and were not at a disadvantage for a while.

At the same time, at this moment, a purple seal talisman slipped out of Lu Cheng's sleeve. Holding it, the Taoist kept chanting the spell quickly to inject magic power.

"The formless demon appears!"

The old Taoist priest who was holding the mirror on the right was chanting a spell, and at that moment, a faint light suddenly shone brightly on his ancient bronze mirror.

The mirror surface was rippling like water, and a hideous monster with a translucent body that looked like a spider and a human crawled out.

Although only half of his body had crawled out at this time, his aura had already reached the initial stage of the Spiritual Transformation realm!

His eyes were fixed on Lu Cheng, and it was obvious that he had just used the mirror to shine his magic in order to lock onto the target.

"The formless demon?" Lu Cheng frowned slightly.

He can actually use magic to summon a demon that is one level higher than himself, even if it consumes a lot of magic power and has to pay some other prices. The Taoist tradition of the Wuxiang Yinyang Sect still has its tricks.

The purpose of providing offerings to the devil, praying to the devil god, controlling and subduing devils is to use them for one's own benefit and reduce self-damage. Any devil sect that can do this is a master, otherwise it is just a jack of all trades.

“It’s a pity that you are playing tricks in front of the Taoist master. You take it seriously and don’t know whether you live or die.”

Rumble, rumble, and the next moment behind Lu Cheng, thunderclouds gathered between heaven and earth, and electric snakes danced wildly.

"The Divine Thunder Talisman?!"

Whether it was the old Taoist who was using the magic seal to control the bone nails, or the Taoist who was summoning the Yin demon, their pupils suddenly shrank, like a mouse meeting a cat, and they hurriedly made magic seals and changed their moves.

But it was too late -

"boom!"

A demon-subduing thunderbolt as thick as a bucket struck down from the sky, instantly shattering the several layers of defense surrounding the old Taoist priest who controlled the bone nails.

It was normal for the three guardians of the Wuxiang Yinyang Sect to be unprepared, because even if a normal Nascent Soul cultivator could sacrifice the Divine Thunder Talisman, it would be impossible for him to use it as quickly and fiercely as Lu Cheng.

The previous method of "using talismans to form an array and get a hundred responses with one call" was indeed extraordinary, but it was still within the scope of a talented sixth-level talisman master. He might not have the chance to use it in front of a cultivator of the same level as himself who was good at fighting.

However, Lu Cheng was not only a sixth-rank talisman master, he also used the Divine Thunder Talisman, which was enhanced by his innate magical powers and his innate magic weapon. When the two were combined, the time to activate the Thunder Talisman was too short and the sound was too small.

At the moment when the thunder roared in the nine heavens, the Taoist who summoned the Yin Demon reversed the spell and, regardless of the backlash to himself, summoned the formless Yin Demon back.

Because he knew in his heart that if he did not recall the Yin Demon, he would be the first one to be struck by the lightning from the Taiqing Sect cultivator in front of him.

If he were to be struck by the Divine Thunder Talisman and then attacked by the Yin Demon, he would die miserably. If it were the Nascent Soul Thunder Technique, he would not be so afraid.

But the thunder magic breaks the devil and the realm suppression...

On the other hand, the monk who controlled the bone nails kept adding protection to himself, hoping to divert the disaster away, but his thoughts were slow.

"clever!"

At the moment when Lu Cheng was furious, he was also admiring the man's decisiveness in his heart.

Even for a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, it is not an easy task to summon a spirit-transforming Yin Demon with magic power. If he is then struck to death by the spirit-transforming Thunder Talisman, he will surely be counterattacked by the Yin Demon and die.

But by reversing the summoning and reducing his own threat to zero, he avoided this imminent death. Although he no longer had the magic power to summon the Yin Demon again, he still had some magic power left that could be used to escape.

The next moment, before the lightning between heaven and earth dissipated, Lu Cheng had already approached the third guardian monk of the Wuxiang Yin-Yang Sect like a ghost.

Two of the three guardians will fight with Lu Cheng, and the other will attack Wan Shuang'er, Duan Tianyan and others. If they want to capture the next one quickly, even if the two guardians join forces, they can't take Lu Cheng down, but at least they can use Wan Shuang'er, Duan Tianyan and others to force Lu Cheng to surrender.

Normally this was a very ingenious arrangement, but the three of them never expected that in just a few moves, switching between offense and defense, Lu Cheng had quickly defeated two of the three guardians.

At this moment, the five fingers of Lu Cheng's right hand formed into claws, and the fingertips showed a blue-black edge, which was exactly the dragon-splitting claw in the Kunpeng Dance of the North Sea.

The sharp claws trembled slightly, and their shadows were like mountains upon mountains, crushing down with overwhelming force. Even the ancient blue dragon would have its bones broken and tendons destroyed under the wind of the claws.

"boom!"

The third guardian Taoist priest hastily displayed the Yin-Yang Fish Diagram around his body to block the attack. He was one of the few cultivators in the Wuxiang Yin-Yang Sect who used Qi to refine his body.

He improved his cultivation by practicing the dual cultivation of Yin and Yang, and used Yin and Yang Taoism to disturb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth during battles. Although he himself was also affected, because of the true skills taught by the Wuxiang Yin and Yang sect, his own magic power was extremely powerful, and his body cultivation had reached the level of a great cultivator, so naturally the suppression he suffered was minimal.

Among the three guardians, he is the youngest and has the broadest path ahead of him. He even has a great chance of cultivating to the level of Divine Transformation in the future.

However, today, his most relied upon powerful magic power and strong physique were useless, as his defense was torn apart by this claw.

Lu Cheng changed his claws into fists and punched out continuously. Layers of fist shadows overlapped and hit heavily on his chest.

The sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard, and the old Taoist flew backwards with blood spurting out, falling into the sea and causing huge waves.

The old Taoist was also alert. After falling into the sea, he knew that there was nothing he could do. Although he was reluctant, his Nascent Soul still separated from his physical body that he had cultivated for thousands of years and was about to escape. However, at this moment, the mouth and nose of the old Nascent Soul were suddenly filled with a fishy smell. He turned his head suddenly and saw a bloody light suddenly rushing towards him.

The next moment, he was swallowed by the All-Spirit Blood Pearl. He didn't even have time to scream before his soul was bound.

From then on, as long as the Blood Pearl of All Souls was not destroyed, the souls entangled and biting each other in it would never be freed.

At the same time, the old Taoist leader, who had been struck to the seventh level by the Divine Thunder Talisman, was hit hard by the fire dragon that pounced on him head-on. His protective shield was shattered, and he vomited blood and even vomited fragments of his internal organs.

The Taoist who was controlling the Yin-Yang Mirror saw that it was impossible to save the situation, so he let out a strange cry and suddenly turned into a blood rainbow, then picked up the leading old Taoist and fled away.

"Young man, just wait. You have insulted the Yin Yang Sect so much today, and you will be punished in the future!"

Hearing these words full of resentment, Lu Cheng dropped another seventh-level thunder talisman from his sleeve, but after a slight hesitation, he did not make a move in the end.

The opponent was performing the Blood Escape Technique at this moment. Even with his own attainments in talisman techniques, he might not be able to kill the opponent by activating the talisman at this moment. Moreover, the gain from killing the opponent might not be enough to recover the cost of using the seventh-level thunder talisman.

Another thing is that killing two people and seriously injuring two people can be regarded as reaching a certain limit. Cutting the grass and eradicating all the roots without leaving any alive. The Yin-Yang Realm Master, the combined cultivator of the Wuxiang Yin-Yang Sect, may not forcibly take action and kill himself. At worst, he can withdraw from the Wuyin Sea area of ​​the South China Sea and give up this opportunity.

Although this possibility is not high, your own life is still the most important thing.

Those who practice Taoism must exercise self-control and sometimes have to suppress their murderous nature.

As the blood-red light disappeared into the sky, Lu Cheng quietly took back the seventh-level thunder talisman in his sleeve.

He turned around and looked at the people behind him. Wan Shuang'er was barely standing on the ground with the help of her sword. Her Taoist robe was covered in blood, but her black and white eyes were burning with a strange light.

"Senior Brother Lu, cough cough..." She started coughing violently as soon as she opened her mouth, with blood oozing from the corners of her lips.

Shang Qingyu, who was beside him, hurriedly supported him, but he also staggered.

Duan Tianyan, Xiao Ming, Mo Xuan and the others were also all seriously injured. They were first besieged by a group of foreign cultivators, which consumed a lot of their magic power. Then they were attacked by the guardians of the Wuxiang Yinyang Sect, whose magic power and fighting experience were far superior to theirs. The fact that they were able to remain unharmed at this time showed that these Taiqing Sect's aristocratic families had a solid foundation in Taoism and possessed impressive protective treasures.

"Heal your internal injuries first, and we can deal with the rest later. No one else should dare to come here in the short term."

As he spoke, five jade-green wood-type talismans flew out from Lu Cheng's sleeves and floated above the heads of the five people. Streams of clear air descended and flowed along their meridians, slowly forcing out the stagnant injuries that had invaded their bodies.

After recovering from their injuries, Xiao Ming and Mo Xuan came over, supporting each other. Xiao Ming's Taoist robe was a little tattered, but he still maintained the demeanor of a child from an aristocratic family. He solemnly said, "Brother Lu has saved the day today. Xiao..."

"Senior Brother Lu is also injured?" A cry of surprise suddenly interrupted Xiao Ming's words. Wan Shuang'er had been sitting cross-legged to regulate her breathing for a while. After opening her eyes, she accidentally saw Lu Cheng's right sleeve. There was an inconspicuous crack there, and a faint trace of black air was faintly revealed.

Wan Shuang'er exclaimed in surprise, her voice revealing an urgency that she herself was not aware of.

Lu Cheng shook his head slightly, and a piece of yellow talisman paper slipped out of his sleeve. The talisman paper spontaneously ignited the moment it touched the black air, burning away the evil air.

"It's just the residual poison of the Seven Evils Soul-Locking Nail of the Formless Yin and Yang Sect. It's no big deal." It is a common tactic for a physical cultivator to bear some damage in exchange for more attacking opportunities. His body refining techniques are not the second-rate ones of the Formless Yin and Yang Sect.

Lu Cheng said it lightly, but everyone was secretly shocked. The Seven Evil Soul Locking Nail is a famous poison weapon of the Wuxiang Yinyang Sect. This matter can be a big deal or a small one.

"Brother Lu." Mo Xuan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke. This usually stern cultivator took out a jade box from his arms and said, "This is the 'Jade Liquid Rejuvenating Pill' given by our ancestor. It seems to be quite effective in dispelling the evil."

The moment the jade box was opened, a refreshing fragrance filled the air. The three pills in the box were as crystal clear as jade, with seven natural cloud patterns on the surface.

This kind of elixir would be enough to cause a fight among Nascent Soul cultivators in the outside world, but Mo Xuan pushed it to Lucheng without hesitation.

"Junior Brother Mo, you are thoughtful." Lu Cheng only took one pill and pushed the rest back: "This pill is not very effective for me. You can use magic water to dissolve it and take it in portions so that it can exert its medicinal effect."

He himself was not poisoned and had the Samadhi True Fire to protect him. He took the one just to avoid embarrassing Mo Xuan. After a cup of tea, he saw a faint flickering green light among the waves thousands of feet in the sky - it was the signal to be picked up by the Taiqing Sect's spirit ship.

A moment later, a beam of silver-white light pierced through the clouds. When the light faded, everyone was already standing on the deck of the demon-killing ship.

"Senior Brother Lu." Shang Qingyu suddenly grabbed Lu Cheng's sleeve. This action made her stunned. She quickly let go of his hand and whispered:

"If it weren't for my senior brother today... Qingyu would like to invite my senior brother to Qingluan Pavilion to chat another day. My uncle has just received a batch of 'Snow-topped Mist Buds'"

Her voice got lower and lower until it was barely audible. The collar of her Taoist robe revealed a section of her fair neck, which was now stained with a faint crimson color.

At the same time, the blood rainbow broke through the sky for thousands of miles and finally dissipated over the deserted island. Two figures smashed into the reefs like broken sacks, startling the seabirds in the sky.

Fortunately, both of them were Nascent Soul cultivators. The Wuxiang Yin Yang Sect's dual cultivation tradition included the use of furnaces to refine the body. The physical bodies of both of them were equivalent to those of Golden Core cultivators, so they were not killed by the fall.

"Ahem... Senior Brother..." The black-robed Taoist curled up in the crevice of the rock. His robe had been burned by the lightning and fire, revealing his charred skin. He trembled and reached for the Qiankun bag on his waist and said:

"That Taoist from the Taiqing Sect is too terrifying. I'm afraid that you and I will never have the chance to avenge ourselves in this lifetime."

"I still have a... Red Yin Life-Sustaining Pill..."

Before he could finish his words, a pale sword suddenly pierced his chest.

"puff!"

Blood splattered on the jagged rocks. The old Taoist stared at his fellow disciple in disbelief. The sword energy on the magic sword penetrated into the wound like a living thing, and went straight to the purple palace along the meridians.

"Don't blame me, Junior Brother Zhao." The old Taoist who was controlling the magic mirror was slightly injured, and he made hand gestures with one hand, but his expression became more and more distorted and ferocious:

"The rules of the sect are strict. When a true disciple dies, the guardian will be buried with him. Someone has to go back and give an account. Now that you are all dead and the leader has no one to use, I will have the opportunity to redeem myself and make meritorious contributions!"

The black-robed Taoist priest who was nailed to the rock wall had his Adam's apple rolling, and his broken vocal cords squeezed out a scream: "You...had planned this a long time ago..."

"Plot?" Taoist Shi Jing suddenly started to cough violently, coughing up blood foam from the corners of his mouth. "If you didn't want to please Elder Li and take on this job, why would we do this?"

He twisted the hilt of the sword in his hand violently, and the sword's white bone body emitted more and more dark white sword energy: "Why don't you help me and use your blood to heal my wounds."

The magic power flowed into the meridians along the sword thread, and the body of the old Taoist in black robe shriveled visibly.

He tried desperately to make hand gestures to detonate his Nascent Soul, but found that his Purple Palace had already been sealed by the opponent's magic power. They were all people from the demonic world, so who would not be on guard against each other?

"Don't worry, my brother will avenge you. If we all die, there will be no one to avenge us." The old Taoist leaned close to the ear of his dying fellow disciple and whispered.

The pupils of the old Taoist in black robe began to dilate, and the last thing that came into view was the withered hand of his senior brother that took away his Qiankun bag.

How many lives had he killed in order to refine the seven soul-seeking bone nails?

When the tide flooded over the reefs, only a skeleton covered with human skin was left in the crevice, and then it was completely burned to nothing by the magic fire.

(End of this chapter)