Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 449: The donkey of the production team and I were speechless and cried bitterly (Please subscribe!)

On the main peak of the mountain, a cave appears hidden in the clouds and mist.

The Seven Lights Mysterious Pearl was suspended on the red ruby ​​coral, and the starlight that fell from it was like a river in the sky rolling back, illuminating the entire cave as if it were a palace in heaven.

The jade bricks paving the ground emit a cold green light, and stepping on them has the effect of clearing the mind and removing worries.

On the east side of the jade disk is embedded with a nine-hole exquisite niche, in which is enshrined the statue of the Red Heart God.

A chalcedony spiritual spring is surging in the cold pond at the west end, and a twelve-level white lotus grows at the spring's eye. When its petals unfold, it reveals a flash of spiritual inspiration.

In the center of the cave stands a gilded cauldron with a coiled dragon wrapped around its pillar. The reliefs of seventy-two stars on the body of the cauldron flicker with the flow of the earth's energy.

“War is a matter of great importance to a country. It is a matter of life and death, a matter of survival and destruction. It must be carefully considered.”

"Master, what does this mean?"

"Think carefully before you take action whether you can win or not." The Taoist answered lazily, not afraid of disappointing his own disciple.

Lu Cheng seems to be very idle these days, even though the law enforcement elder Zhang Aofeng has already explained:

The local ethnic structure has been disrupted, and the Netherworld Ghost Clan deep in the Xuanyin Demon Gorge might make some moves. Lu Cheng only arranges drills frequently and does nothing else.

Most of the time, he stayed in the cave with Zhang Zhaodi reading Taoist books.

He even assigned the task of arranging drills in various counties to the law enforcement elder Zhang Aofeng, and Zhang Aofeng, for some reason, also worked diligently on the matter, and the two sides actually reached some kind of tacit understanding.

Inside the cave, Lu Cheng was lying on a rocking chair, and his little disciple Zhang Zhaodi was rocking the chair from behind, while looking curiously at the Taoist book in Lu Cheng's hand.

"The way of heaven is to reduce the surplus and replenish the deficiency; the way of man is to reduce the deficiency and increase the surplus. Zhaodi, do you know how a cultivator sect operates?"

"do not know."

The young disciple behind him shook his head and answered simply.

"Disciples with natural and special spiritual roots hide in the mountains to practice Taoism in seclusion, while disciples with second and third spiritual roots are sent out of the mountains to explore the four directions and obtain resources. Disciples with even poorer qualifications are responsible for mining, spiritual medicine, spiritual field planting, business travel, and mundane management.

It's just to give a hope. We are all cultivators, but in fact, most of the time, 80% to 90% of the cultivators in a sect will turn into dust within a hundred years."

“Of course, sometimes some talents cannot be measured. For example, some people are good at fighting, and some are good at general affairs management. These talents are also valuable to the sect, and their value may even exceed that of cultivation.

Sects with healthy internal environments will have a selection system to pick out these people, giving them treatment equal to or even better than that of disciples with outstanding qualifications. Miners may become weapon refiners, and those who grow herbs may become alchemists... Some people may become sect warriors, until they finally train a high-level cultivator and bring the entire sect to a new level. This is the operating model of sects in the mortal world."

"Zhao Di, you originally had no spiritual roots. After becoming my disciple, you don't have to worry about awakening your spirit. But you still have to go to the Taoist temple to listen to lectures in a few years. If you can't get into the top ten in Taoism, you will switch to physical training. If you can't achieve anything in physical training, I will not train you anymore. Then you can find a job in Huangyun Mansion. Relying on the relationship with your master, you can be rich and glorious, or be majestic and awe-inspiring, and live your life well."

"...Master, don't you want to be with Di anymore?"

Zhang Zhaodi didn't quite understand what was said, but she was still scared.

"No, if your cultivation of Taoism is not enough, you will not be able to accompany Master for too long. Continuing to stay together will only increase the sadness of separation in the future."

Lu Cheng said this as he reached out and gently stroked the little girl's head.

At this moment, a puppet maid stepped forward and saluted:
"Master, there are two strangers who want to see you. They claim to be your old friends."

"Tell them to come in."

"As ordered."

"Brother!"

The palace door suddenly opened, and two familiar figures walked in together.

The female cultivator on the left is wearing a moon-white robe, with her hair tied up in a high bun, and is as bright and beautiful as a young girl in her twenties; the man on the right has fiery red hair, but his brows have a more vicissitudes of life.

It was Chu Yibai and Yan Xiao, whom he hadn’t seen for several years.

Their magic power and flying ability could not compare with Lu Cheng's, and they also had some miscellaneous matters to deal with, so they came at night.

"Congratulations, senior brother, on your improvement in Taoism." Chu Yibai bowed and said so.

Yan Xiao raised his hands in salute, his red hair falling down: "Reporting to Senior Brother, the three thousand elite disciples of the Yanhuo Clan have secretly moved into the Huangyun Mansion."

Lu Cheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled: "You came just in time."

As Lu Cheng became a true disciple in Taiqing Sect, his status grew day by day. Due to his relationship, the war between the Yanhuo Clan and the Ying Clan ended long ago. The Ying Clan, which had clearly won the racial war, had to abandon their clan land and migrate to other areas. The Yanhuo Clan held on to this relationship tightly. Wherever Lu Cheng was sent, the elite members of the Yanhuo Clan would follow and reproduce.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

Although the Taiqing Sect does not have such a rule, any true monk who excessively promotes other races will be marginalized to a certain extent, unless he has really made great contributions.

Lu Cheng knew that this implicit rule was correct. If it did not continue for a long time, it would even lead to internal divisions in the Taiqing Sect. However, the Yanhuo Clan was a humanoid race, and as long as they mixed with humans over the years, their blood would gradually be diluted.

The five main Taoist soldiers of Taiqing Sect are the Black-armored Dragon Turtle Taoist soldiers, the Red Dragon Taoist soldiers, the White Tiger Taoist soldiers, the Blue Luan Sword Servant Taoist soldiers, and the Red-eyed Heavenly Wolf Taoist soldiers.

In order to make these Taoist soldiers fight to the death, the army leader often grants them the bait of "delisting", that is, after they have made enough military achievements, they will no longer be Taoist soldiers for generations, but will be delisted and become real monks of Taiqing Sect.

But most military leaders often go back on their words and enrich themselves.

Because the sect merits required to allow Taoist soldiers to "be released from the list" are too great, few military leaders are really willing to pay.

Over-promoting other races will greatly damage one's merits. Humanoid races like the Flame Clan are slightly better, but they should also be allowed to blend in with the local people as much as possible.

The sect will not explain these principles clearly, but cultivators at a high level will naturally have some understanding of them.

"Zhao Deyan, Zhang Aofeng, Zhuo Xuelan and others have been using their master-disciple relationship to mess around in Huangyun Mansion. They have been smuggling Yin Sui Jade and other prohibited items that are expressly prohibited by the sect out of the country, helping the enemy and selling out the sect.

Next, Zhang Aofeng will probably use his trading relationship with the Netherworld Ghost Clan to stir up trouble and put pressure on me, hoping to force me away and let his mentor Zhao Zhenjun take the position of the garrison commander."

"What? How dare they!"

Chu Yibai and Yan Xiao both changed color when they heard this, this was an earth-shattering event.

Some things are not as heavy as a few ounces if they are not weighed, and they weigh a thousand pounds if they are weighed!

Zhang Aofeng and Zhuo Xuelan are also talented people. With the help of their Master Zhao's connections, they can form a network. If no one notices, Huangyun Mansion will really usher in hundreds or even thousands of years of peace, and many outstanding people will emerge.

Because the Netherworld Ghost Clan of Xuanyin Demon Gorge can continuously obtain treasures such as Yinsui Jade through them, even if their strength increases greatly, they will attack other areas instead of attacking Huangyun Mansion.

But for the entire human race, this is still an enemy.

"We have been doing this for so many years, what else is there to be afraid of? Yibai, Yanxiao, you should prepare well during this period of time. In the next period of time, there will probably be many vacancies in the Huangyun Mansion, and you will be needed to fill them in time."

“…Senior Brother, if that’s the case, then the strength of the ghost tribe here has greatly increased. Should we report it to the sect?” Chu Yibai frowned slightly and said this with some concern.

Although Yan Xiao on the side did not say much, he also had a worried look on his face. He was gambling with Lu Cheng using his nine clans, so how could he not think about anything and not care about anything?

Upon hearing this, Lu Cheng did not say much. He just stretched out his hand, and a green ball of light appeared in his palm, which seemed to have countless spells flowing in it. Just a magical power made Chu Yibai and Yan Xiao feel like a mountain was pressing down on them - the magical power of the soul!
"Congratulations, senior brother!"

"Senior Brother Lu is truly extremely talented. If that's the case, what do we have to fear?"

Both of them bowed with expressions of ecstasy on their faces, which was the proper respect for Yuanshen God.

Qi training, foundation building, purple palace, golden elixir, primordial infant, spirit transformation, refining emptiness, fusion, and Mahayana.

A cultivator who has reached the state of Divine Transformation cannot be considered a high-level cultivator in the spiritual world, but he can also be called an earthly immortal. He has an infinite lifespan and endless enjoyment, and can support the prosperity of a family or a sect for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

Although the spiritual world's demigod masters are not worth much, when calculated based on population proportion, their proportion may be less than that in the mortal world. After all, the population of the spiritual world is too large.

At least one person from Taiqing Sect who has mastered the true art of incarnation is enough for the Yanhuo clan to put the entire clan under his control.

...

Spending money and food and rehearsing disaster avoidance drills over and over again was tiresome, but this time, the ghosts really came.

Above the Huangyun Mountains, the originally clear sky suddenly turned as dark as ink.

Rolling black clouds swept in from the direction of Xuanyin Demon Gorge, with countless hideous ghost faces appearing in the clouds, emitting shrill screams.

"Woo——"

A low horn sounded through the sky, and the Qiantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Net Array on the border of Huangyun Mansion instantly lit up with dazzling golden light.

However, the golden lightning lasted for less than three breaths before it was corroded by the ghostly energy in the air, making a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound.

"Not good! The formation is broken!" The monk stationed at the border turned pale, and the jade talisman in his hand was almost crushed. Before he finished speaking, a purple-black light column as thick as a bucket fell from the clouds and hit the core of the formation's energy interaction.

With a deafening explosion, the great formation that had guarded the Huangyun Mansion for hundreds of years shattered like colored glass and dissipated into light spots all over the sky.

"kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The next moment, the coalition forces of the Netherworld Ghost Tribe, Eight-Hand Tribe, Water Tribe, Wing Tribe and other alien races came like a tide.

Leading the group was a ten-foot-tall ghost king, clad in bone armor and holding a pitch-black soul flag. Wherever he passed, the wind howled and thick frost formed on the ground.

"Yellow Dragon Dao soldiers, form a formation to meet the enemy!"

Zhao Hanshan's robe rustled, and the magic sword at his waist was already unsheathed. Behind him, three thousand Yellow Dragon Taoist soldiers quickly formed a battle formation, and a dragon-shaped shadow appeared on each Taoist soldier, connecting with each other to form a golden light curtain.

However, the Ghost King just sneered and waved his soul flag. Thousands of evil ghosts rushed out and instantly crashed into the Taoist army formation.

"what!"

Screams came one after another. Those evil spirits drilled into the bodies of the Taoist soldiers and sucked the living people into mummies in an instant. The golden light curtain shattered like bubbles, and the Taoist soldiers were on the verge of collapse in the blink of an eye.

“How could this be!” Zhao Hanshan’s eyes were bloodshot, and the magic sword in his hand slashed out a red sword energy, but it was easily blocked by the Ghost King.

“You human ants, dare you stop me?” The Ghost King’s voice was as hoarse as the friction of metal. He slapped out with one palm, and the cold wind turned into a huge ghost claw, which blasted Zhao Hanshan back hundreds of feet, causing him to vomit blood.

At the same time, Eight-Handed Clan warriors poured into the border towns of Huangyun Prefecture like a tide.

These monsters, which are two meters tall, have eight thick arms, each holding a very long sword. They are good at body training and swordsmanship, and blood and flesh fly wherever they pass.

"Mother!"

A child of five or six years old stood in the middle of the street, too frightened to move. In front of him was an Eight-Handed Warrior, six of whose arms each held a long sword, and the remaining two were grabbing a headless corpse and stuffing it into his bloody mouth.

When the Eight-Handed Warrior saw the child, a cruel light flashed in his eyes, and one arm suddenly thrust out -

"puff!"

Blood splattered, but it was not from the child, but from a monk in green who suddenly rushed out. His chest was pierced, but he held on to the sword tightly, turned around and yelled at the child: "Run! Run!"

The child stood there for a moment, and finally reacted, stumbling and running away to the alley. The Eight-Handed Warrior was furious, and the other five long swords pierced into the body of the blue-robed monk at the same time, tearing him into pieces.

Normally, even if the blue-robed monk stopped the Eight-Handed Clan warrior for a moment, the human child would not be able to escape the subsequent pursuit.

However, the Eight-Handed Warrior chased after him and rushed into the alley, but he could no longer see the human child.

Meanwhile, deep underground.

The child's mother hugged her child tightly, and she was surrounded by densely packed ordinary mortals. This was a disaster avoidance drill. Sects like the Taiqing Sect and border areas like the Huangyun Mansion often had this kind of design under towns to prohibit spiritual consciousness and isolate the inside and outside. They could hold back the alien race for a certain period of time and wait for the sect's help.

"Don't cry, don't cry, your brother has died for you! Your brother has died for you!"

The child's mother shed tears and whispered.

At the same time, similar tragedies were staged in various places in Huangyun Mansion. The Water Tribe controlled the flood to submerge the village, and the Winged Tribe swooped down from the sky, their sharp claws easily tearing open the chests of mortals. The entire Huangyun Mansion fell into a purgatory of blood and fire.

"Retreat! Everyone retreat back to Huanglong City!"

Blood was oozing from the corners of Zhao Hanshan's mouth as he barely organized the remaining troops to retreat.

He was both shocked and angry: the strength of these alien races was far beyond his expectations, especially the Ghost King, who was probably already in the late Nascent Soul stage.

What frightened him even more was that the alien coalition seemed to know the defenses of Huang Yun Mansion very well and specifically targeted its weak points.

If not for this, the Qiantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Net Formation would not have been broken so quickly.

"Could it be..." A terrible thought came to Zhao Hanshan's mind, but he suppressed it forcefully. Now was not the time to think about these things. The most urgent task was to save more lives.

A few days later, there were flames and smoke everywhere.

Huanglong City, the last fortress of Huangyun Prefecture, had its gates wide open at this moment, and countless refugees poured in. The streets of the city were filled with frightened people, and the cries and wails were endless.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way, everyone!"

A team of law enforcement monks roughly pushed the crowd aside to clear a path for the subsequent retreating group of monks.

Behind them were more wounded and refugees, some covered in blood, while others were holding the bodies of their loved ones with numb expressions.

On the city wall, Lu Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching the alien army approaching in the distance.

Standing next to him was his young disciple Zhang Zhaodi. The girl had a pale face and her small hands were tightly clutching the corner of her master's clothes.

"Master...will we die?" Zhang Zhaodi's voice trembled.

Lu Cheng gently stroked her head: "Are you scared?"

Zhang Zhaodi bit her lip and shook her head: "I'm not afraid! It's just... just..." She looked at the scene of widespread grief outside the city, and finally couldn't hold back her tears and rolled down: "So many people died..."

"Then remember what you saw today. Immortal cultivators are the shield and sword of the human race. If we are weak, it will not only be our own lives that will die."

The Qiantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Net Array is a Divine Transformation-level array that is connected to the earth veins. If its power is fully unleashed, it can even allow a Divine Transformation cultivator to occupy the array and fight against a Return to Void cultivator without being defeated. If it is used against the most restrained ghost clan, it will be an extremely powerful blessing.

Qiantian True Yang Divine Thunder has the innate ability to restrain all kinds of evil demons and ghosts, and can cleanse all evil and foul air, with infinite power.

Therefore, these alien races scattered and attacked the entire Huangyun Mansion, causing destruction everywhere, in order to destroy the formation base and continuously weaken the power and influence range of this formation.

"Guard Lu!"

At this time, Zhao Hanshan finally retreated back to the city with the remaining soldiers, and rushed to Lu Cheng with blood all over his body: "The foreign race is powerful, Huanglong City is afraid..."

"Elder Zhao, you've worked hard." Lu Cheng interrupted him, his tone frighteningly calm: "You go down and heal your wounds first, I'm here."

Zhao Hanshan was stunned when he heard this, and wanted to say something, but he saw Lu Cheng had turned around and walked towards the other side of the city wall.

In order to break through Huanglong City this time, the power accumulated in the Xuanyin Demon Gorge for thousands of years was fully unleashed.

There were seven Divine Transformation Ghost Saints alone. With this lineup, even if they were facing an ordinary Divine Transformation formation, the Divine Transformation cultivators inside could still fight without any damage, let alone the current situation.

"Heart-biting, are you sure that old ghost Han Qingyun won't take action?"

A ghost woman with bone wings on her back asked in a hoarse voice.

"Han Qingyun cherishes his life and is afraid of death. Moreover, the duty entrusted to him by Taiqing Sect is to protect the hundreds of thousands of elite cultivators of Huangyun Mansion and evacuate them when things get out of hand. He will definitely take the elite cultivators of Huangyun Mansion and escape. Even if he takes action, he will not dare to use his full strength."

An old monk in a gray-blue robe who looked like a mortal with white hair said this. However, his pupils were black, as if covered with ink.

Half a month later, the seven great ghost saints came to Huanglong City together. The wind was howling and the ghostly aura was overwhelming.

The entire city seemed to be pressed into the netherworld by an invisible giant hand. The sky was completely darkened, and only the evil-repelling stone talismans inlaid on the city walls emitted a bleak halo.

"Get into formation!"

Lu Cheng shouted, and the jade seal in his sleeve soared into the sky. Nine golden talismans flew out of the seal, wrapping around the city wall like a dragon, instantly activating the remaining Qiantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Formation in the main city.

The originally dim array pattern suddenly lit up with dazzling golden light, interweaving into a huge thunder net on the city wall.

"boom!"

A purple-black lightning bolt struck from the sky, colliding with the golden lightning net, causing a deafening roar. The air wave blew away several defenders on the top of the city wall, and they screamed and fell off the city wall. Before they hit the ground, they were corroded by the ghost energy and turned into mummies.

During these days, this Lu Zhenshou would often charge into the ghost formation. He was indeed extremely brave and had extraordinary magical powers. He even escaped from the hands of a ghost cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Realm and fled back to Huanglong City. However, the magical powers of the Nascent Soul Realm had their limits. He could only kill a few thousand or nearly ten thousand ghost soldiers at most. Compared with the total number of ghost soldiers in front of him, it was just a drop in the bucket.

'It's ridiculous to think about it. Zhang Aofeng, Zhuo Xuelan and others smuggled contraband out of the country for their own selfish interests, but they brought hundreds of years of peace to Huangyun Prefecture. I wanted to cut off this poisonous wound, but it caused widespread grief. A hundred years later, when the people of Huangyun Prefecture know the truth, should they praise me or hate me?'

Standing on the city wall and gazing at the ghost army in front of him, this thought flashed through Lu Cheng's mind.

At this time, Zhang Zhaodi had been sent to a safe place. In the following fight, even Lu Cheng could no longer take care of her safety.

At this time, Zhang Aofeng and Zhuo Xuelan were also secretly anxious. They originally only planned to put pressure on Lu Cheng through the alien races, and it would be best if they could force him away, so they secretly gave a lot of information to the Netherworld Ghost Clan.

But they also did not expect that the Netherworld Ghost Clan would actually mobilize in large numbers.

(End of this chapter)