Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 451: The Blood River Swallows the Holy Casting Divine Weapon, Settles the Old Accounts and Rectifies the Universe (Please Subscribe!)
The Heart-Eating Ghost Saint didn't move, but his monstrous ghost energy was already sweeping across heaven and earth like a tsunami from the underworld.

As the wind howled, the grass and trees within a hundred miles suddenly turned yellow and withered, and even the sand and gravel were corroded into honeycomb-shaped holes.

"Youngster, today I will let you see the true power of the Nether Bone Art!"

The blue robe fluttered like waves, and the hand sticking out from the sleeve was as thin as a stick, but it carried an oppressive aura that made people tremble instinctively.

As the Heart-Eating Ghost Saint pointed his finger, nine twisted cracks appeared in the void.

Viscous black water oozed out of each crack, emitting a disgusting smell of decay. Seeing this, Lu Cheng's pupils slightly dilated:
This is the real water of the Styx, the legendary thing from hell that can corrode everything.

'Has this fang-demon skill been cultivated to the point where it can draw the most yin, cold, poisonous and evil things from the unpredictable netherworld? If he could go one step further, it would be a piece of cake for him to achieve the state of returning to the void.

His comprehension of the ghost clan's skills has reached an extremely high level! '

Lu Cheng was surrounded by green divine light, and there seemed to be countless talismans flowing in it. The Nine Chapter Jade Talisman was hanging beside him, and there were several talismans flying around him.

At this moment, all the talismans were activated, but the talisman power was not exhausted at once. Instead, it continued to bless Lu Cheng, allowing him to use the North Sea Kunpeng Dance technique to its full potential.

Beihai Kunpeng Dance is an extremely advanced physical training technique. With the help of external techniques, Lu Cheng's figure flashed in an instant and disappeared without a trace as if he had teleported.

In essence, it is an act of flying with extremely high-level escape techniques.

However, the Heart-Eating Ghost Saint's magic spell did not stop at all. Lu Cheng did not dare to block it head-on, so he used the Yellow Spring Finger on Han Qingyun.

"boom!"

Qiantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Ball suddenly burst out with a dazzling golden light, and thousands of electric snakes intertwined into a net around Lu Cheng.

The black water collided with the golden thunder, making a teeth-grinding "hissing" sound and steaming up a gray fog that covered the sky.

Han Qingyun immediately made a hand gesture and his own palace lord's seal flew into the air.

The Huangyun Taoist Palace in his sleeve, which had been in rituals for a thousand years, suddenly flew out and shook violently. The seventy-two coiled dragon pillars inside it lit up runes at the same time, transformed into golden lights and sank into the lightning net.

"Junior Brother Lu, I will use my thousand-year-old Taoist foundation to help you today!"

As Han Qingyun let out a long roar, a Yuanshen that looked exactly like him appeared faintly behind him. The Yuanshen held a whisk in his arms and waved it a few times, which turned into several streams of light and plunged into the Qiantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Ball.

With the blessing of the vital energy and magic power of the innate spirit cultivator, the size of the thunder ball suddenly increased, and mysterious cloud-shaped thunder patterns appeared on the surface.

This is not only Han Qingyun's own vitality and magic power, but also the vitality and magic power of countless cultivators hidden in the Huangyun Taoist Palace.

In fact, Han Qingyun's actions have already violated the sect rules. The Lord of the Border Mansion owns a space Taoist palace, which can accommodate the elite monks of the mansion. In the most critical moment, the Lord can escape with the Taoist palace, and can even order the monks hiding in the Taoist palace to inject magic power into himself.

This actually means using the monks in the Taoist Palace as one's own Taoist soldiers. It is a means to save lives in the most critical moments. It also causes great damage to the Taoist Palace. Although it is powerful, it is not a conventional means.

Moreover, those cultivators were not Taoist soldiers after all, and the magic power they could barely condense into a force caused alarming losses due to various collisions.

"I won't let my brother lose money."

"Xuantian borrows the power, and the thunder of the gods shakes!"

As the spell sounded, a little man suddenly appeared three inches above Lu Cheng's head. The little man looked exactly like Lu Cheng, but he was wearing a Taoist robe and his body was as white as jade. He held a talisman surrounded by lightning in his hands and threw it into the air.

The moment the talisman fell into the chaotic sky light, the whole world became silent.

"Rumble--"

The next moment, a bolt of lightning that was ten times more violent than the previous Qiantian True Yang Divine Thunder burst out from the sky and fell.

The golden and purple lightning flashed like a river in the sky rolling back, colliding with the nine turbid currents of the Styx.

The terrifying shock wave flattened all the buildings within a thousand feet radius, and even the monks and ghosts fighting in the distance were blown away.

He had worked so hard and planned for so long, and all he had created was an opportunity to trap the three Ghost Saints in the lightning array of the Divine Transformation Realm.

Now that the opportunity has been created, if we can still fight them with swords and magic normally, wouldn't all the efforts before be in vain?
If the power of the Divine Transformation level formation connected to the earth veins is fully unleashed, it can allow a Divine Transformation level cultivator to be undefeated against a Return to Void level cultivator in the formation.

If one fights with cultivators of the same realm, outnumbering many, one would need at least five or more Jindan cultivators to have a chance of escaping unscathed and escaping from the formation.

Because Zhang Aofeng, Zhuo Xuelan and others leaked information, with the help of internal and external forces, the entire Huangyun Mansion's formation collapsed and was broken, and its power was greatly reduced.

Zhang Aofeng and Zhuo Xuelan originally wanted to use the power of the alien race to put pressure on the sect, suppress and transfer Lu Cheng away. From a rational and long-term calculation, the Netherworld Ghost Clan should be unwilling to give up this source of Yin Sui Jade resources.

However, the Heart-Eating Ghost Saint wanted to directly obtain the resources to return to the void, so he chose to kill the goose that lays the eggs, resulting in the current situation.

Not everyone will choose to "rationally look at it" and "plan for the long term", not to mention that some beings are not human at all.

At this moment, it was three against two, and the power of the Qiantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Net Array, which had originally been greatly reduced, was forced to be pushed to nearly its full strength under the effect of Lu Cheng's two Fanxu Thunder Talismans.

That's why the three ghost saints, Heart-Eating, Phantom Heart and Demon Eye, were so terrified and fought back desperately. The situation right now was too unfavorable and if they were not careful all the ghosts would die here.

A brilliant purple-gold lightning bolt of heavenly punishment descended, and with the help of talismans, formations, and the combined efforts of Lu Cheng and Han Qingyun's spiritual powers, they brought this divine thunder to an unimaginable level.

"Ah!"

The three Ghost Saints, Heart-Devouring, Illusionary Heart and Demonic Eye, almost merged at this moment, condensing into a ball of ghost energy, which was pushed up into the sky by the combined efforts of the three Ghost Saints.

Rumble, rumble, rumble...

The thunder punishment and the yin energy collided at one place, the sky collapsed and the earth broke apart, and the whole world seemed to stop for a moment. Then, in the endless gray fog, the Heart-Eating Ghost Saint's wild laughter suddenly turned into a scream.

His left arm was broken at the shoulder, with lightning and fire entangled in the broken part that was difficult to extinguish. What was even more terrifying was that the lightning and fire were spreading along the ghost energy veins towards his heart.

The three great Ghost Saints attacked together, but the impact backfired and the Demon Eye Ghost Saint with the weakest magic power was the first to perish, his ghost body disintegrated and dissipated.

The ghostly ball was rapidly dissipating, but so was the lightning column.

But at this moment, a ray of sword light took advantage of the opportunity to slash over again, fast, fierce, and sharp, with a sense of cutting off everything.

"Impossible! You have only just entered the Yuanshen stage... How can you still use your sword at full strength after offering the Return to Void Thunder Talisman!?" The Heart-Eating Ghost Saint staggered back, his only eye left, which was constantly corroded by lightning and fire, full of disbelief.

Lu Cheng did not answer, but attacked with his sword again. He had just converted the life force of Kunpeng in his body into magic power, and restored his magic power at the cost of using up one life force.

"The Fifteen Transformations of Xuantian are truly amazing. I only have one life force, but I can achieve this. If my main body has fifteen life forces, which overlap and exchange with each other and can even be reborn at any time, what kind of magical power would it be!?"

But in fact, Lu Cheng's real body cannot switch life force as freely as his incarnation. It is like there is only one apple on a plate. The owner can put it anywhere on the plate. But if the plate is full, the owner will move the fruit at will and even cause the plate to overturn.

If the true Taoist transformation and ascension technique is practiced to the highest level, it may be possible to reach the state where all lives are borrowed from each other, they are reborn as soon as they die, they are reborn with a drop of blood, and they combine their strength. However, Lu Cheng's self-created Xuantian Fifteen Changes are far from reaching this level.

"Master... I have always regarded you as my father!" The Ghost Saint of Illusionary Heart instantly transformed into the appearance of a little girl, but tears of blood flowed from his eyes: "Why did you abandon Zhaodi..."

"Zheng!"

If it were someone else, they would inevitably be shaken at this moment. But Lu Cheng's eyes were full of fire, and the five elements sword light swept across without hesitation.

The petite body of "Zhang Zhaodi" was cut into two pieces in an instant. When it landed on the ground, it had turned into the appearance of a shriveled old ghost. Then it was swallowed up by lightning and turned into ashes.

"Illusionary Heart!" The Heart-Eating Ghost Saint let out a shrill wail. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, he suddenly opened his mouth and sucked all the strong ghost energy that was scattered all over the sky into his stomach.

The remaining magic power of the two ghost saints, the remaining souls of the ghosts killed in Huanglong City, and the resentment of the human monks who died in the battle, all became his supplements at this moment.

The two great Ghost Saints, Huanxin and Motong, had already died in the battle, leaving only the Heart-devouring Ghost Saint. No matter how powerful his magic was, and no matter how profound and powerful his practice of the "Underworld Bone Sutra" was, he could no longer withstand the lightning pillar at this moment, so he suddenly turned into a ray of spiritual light and escaped.

The spiritual light of Huangquan can travel a thousand miles in an instant.

Above the entire Huanglong City, the night sky for tens of millions of miles was like a giant sword slashing diagonally, and the strong wind and the evil spirits of the earth were dancing wildly and entangled between heaven and earth.

Amid the raging wind and thunder, billions of lightning flashes danced wildly like silver snakes, weaving a huge thunder net in the sky.

The Yellow Springs spiritual light that spanned the sky was like a lightning needle, drawing in all the boiling murderous energy between heaven and earth, turning it into a pouring rainstorm of thunder and lightning. Billions of lightning bolts, dense and continuous, struck repeatedly.

Eventually, this spiritual light disappeared near the border of Huangyun Prefecture. Many people saw that the spiritual light representing the escape method of the Heart-Eating Ghost Saint was completely evaporated under the heavy blow of hundreds of billions of lightning bolts, and not even a trace of residue was left.

However, a sword light, and at the same time the technique of sword energy and thunder sound, which combined man and sword, followed closely behind him. Lu Cheng could not feel at ease unless he killed such a genius with natural talent with his own hands.

Finally, in a forest on the border of Huangyun Prefecture, the few remaining remains of the Heart-Eating Ghost Saint fell down.

At this moment, he no longer had the strength to perform any escape techniques. All that was left was the only obsession with surviving.

"I want to live... I can't die... I want to become a ghost fairy, how can I, how can I fall here"

With only half of his body left, the Heart-Eating Ghost Saint was crawling forward like a maggot, trying to get rid of the terrifying sword light behind him.

However, in the next moment, a five-colored flying sword appeared in the air, and the man and the sword were separated. Taoist Lu Cheng appeared and slashed with one sword, destroying the last remnant of the Heart-Eating Ghost Saint and completely reducing it to ashes.

'Is the heart of Tao a crazy obsession to survive? It is indeed a very scary mentality, incredibly strong and almost unshakable. Unfortunately, it was a mistake.'

Lu Cheng scanned the area with his fiery golden eyes, making sure that he was completely dead before he fled away with his sword.

Just now, when the Heart-Eating Ghost Saint was escaping with all his might, he threw many treasures in all directions, and finally even threw away the Qiankun Ring, hoping that Lu Cheng would change his target. However, he didn't know that the Taoist behind him was still determined to kill him, and now he wanted to return immediately to pick up the treasures and make up for the loss.

At the same time, in Huanglong City, with the addition of two Return to Void Thunder Talismans, the Qiantian True Yang Divine Thunder Net was a little unstable, but it was still holding up.

Under the flickering lightning, some ghosts with lower magic power levels would even be directly destroyed, and those with stronger magic power would also be trembling with fear, unable to exert their full strength in the city alley battles. Looking down from the sky, the entire huge city was full of magic lights flying and blood and fire intertwined.

Zhao Hanshan was covered in blood, but he still did not retreat. He led the remaining Yellow Dragon Taoist soldiers into the ghost clan's formation. Nearly half of the Yellow Dragon Taoist soldiers behind him had been killed. Everyone was injured, but they were still full of fighting spirit.

On the one hand, this is a war between races for living space, and there is no way to retreat or escape.

On the other hand, the Qiantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Net, with the City Lord's Mansion as the core, spread out again, giving everyone infinite confidence.

"Formation!"

Following Zhao Hanshan's loud shout, the remaining Taoist soldiers quickly formed the Taiqing Demon Subduing Formation. This formation was the basic formation of the Taiqing Sect, but it was also very durable and easy to use.

The gathered magic power lit up on the blood-stained city walls, echoing with the lightning net in the air, and forced back the ghosts that rushed into the city.

At this time, a group of elite monks from the Yanhuo clan rushed out from the flank, their bodies burning with red flames, and the ghosts turned into ashes wherever they passed.

Although Master Nong Yan has fallen, these Yanhuo tribe warriors have become more brave and courageous. Thunder and fire have the power to restrain evil spirits and ghosts, so at this moment they are naturally doing their best to gain military merits.

"Together with these fellow believers, kill! Kill all these aliens without leaving a single one alive!"

Wherever Zhao Hanshan pointed his sword, the Yellow Dragon Dao soldiers surged forward like a tide. They stepped on the Seven Stars, and the magic swords in their hands formed a sword net, dividing and surrounding the ghosts.

Every time a ghost soldier was killed, a golden rune appeared on the wall of Huanglong City, and the power of the formation increased accordingly.

At this moment, a shrill ghost howl came from the east of the city. A ghost saint with three heads and six arms broke through the lightning net, each holding an evil weapon in its six arms. Wherever it passed, the Taoist soldiers fell down like wheat being cut.

"It's the Black Horned Ghost Saint, one of the Seven Saints of the Ghost Clan. It's already injured." Zhao Hanshan's pupils shrank: "We can't let it escape!"

If we are afraid of fighting today, who knows how many casualties the human race will suffer in the future.

However, Zhao Hanshan knew clearly in his heart that with his current magical power and the Yellow Dragon Taoist soldiers under his command, they would probably not be able to stop the Black Horned Ghost Saint even if they tried their best.

At this moment, a red rainbow broke through the sky.

It was the law enforcement elder Zhang Aofeng who was standing on the fire cloud, with the evil-slaying sword on his waist already unsheathed. This usually arrogant law enforcement elder now had his hair and beard standing up, and his robe was covered in blood, but he couldn't hide the sharp sword intent around him.

"Junior Brother Zhao, leave this to me."

His voice was hoarse, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Ghost Saints kept dying in Huanglong City. Although Xuanjiao, Youdeng and Shiying did not see it with their own eyes, they could sense it.

In addition, the formation in the city was propped up again, and they couldn't help but have the bad thought that they had already lost the battle.

The Black Horned Ghost Saint was killing people wantonly at this time, hoping to make one last fortune before escaping the encirclement.

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out in his heart: "Xuanjiao Divine Lord, come here quickly with me, and work together to kill this man. Huanglong City will surely be destroyed!"

The Black Horned Ghost Saint was slightly stunned, and soon noticed Zhang Aofeng and Zhao Hanshan. The green flame in his eyes suddenly lit up:
If one of the two Nascent Soul cultivators died and the other betrayed them, one can imagine how huge the blow to the morale of these human cultivators would be.

Even if we can't turn the situation around with this, it would be good to be able to take away two more Nascent Souls of the human cultivators!
"Master Ao Feng, you have done a great job. I will join you right away."

"In order to succeed in one strike, the God will have to perform a show with me to gain his trust..."

"It's natural."

The Black Horned Ghost Saint controlled the ghosts and various ghost weapons around him and rushed towards Zhang Aofeng and Zhao Hanshan.

"Elder Zhang, don't be reckless!" Zhao Hanshan shouted urgently, but saw that Zhang Aofeng had already led the crowd to meet the Black Horned Ghost Saint.

The sword light and the ghost weapon collided fiercely in the air. Zhang Aofeng's swordsmanship was sharp, and each sword went straight to the ghost saint's vital points. His disciples who followed him also showed their strengths, using spells and magic weapons to temporarily resist the ghost saint's attack.

Even the Black Horned Ghost Saint felt that Zhang Aofeng's performance was very realistic. He used all his strength in every strike of the sword, as if he really wanted to die together with him.

At this moment, Xuanjiao Ghost Saint saw Taoist Zhang Aofeng looking deeply in the direction of Huanglong City with an inexplicably complicated expression.

Just as the Black Horned Ghost Saint was about to speak, he suddenly saw Zhang Aofeng move to his side and shoot a sword towards Zhao Hanshan.

"Didn't you just say you were going to plot against him?"

As soon as the doubts arose at this moment, the Black Horned Ghost Saint sensed an unusual fluctuation of magical power coming from Zhang Aofeng's body, and there was a faint sword energy coming from his Dantian. This seemed to be a sign before the Nascent Soul self-destructed!
"Didn't you say you were going to plot against him?"

"Master Ao Feng, you?"

"Brother Zhang, you..."

'My father was an alcoholic and gambler, and my family was poor in his early years. The reason I was able to go to the Taoist temple was because the villagers raised money for me, one spiritual stone at a time. Although it was not much, it was only enough for me to work and study part-time, but I have always been grateful in my heart.

Reselling spiritual objects was, on the one hand, to support cultivation, on the other hand, to cultivate forces loyal to oneself, but more importantly, it was also to create a thousand years of peace for this place... but in the end it turned out like this.'

'That Master Lu, no, Master Lu is so powerful that he actually hid his skills and found out the situation in a very short time. Now if I don't want to implicate my relatives and teachers, I have no choice but to die. If I can die together with a Ghost Saint, maybe I can leave some reputation behind. But I feel sorry for my junior sister.' Thinking of this, Zhang Aofeng smiled miserably, and the next moment he turned into a red rainbow and rushed straight towards the Black Horned Ghost Saint.

The two sides were too close to each other, and while Xuanjiao Ghost Saint was shocked, he had already rushed within three feet.

"Let's hit the road together."

Zhang Aofeng suddenly opened his arms, and golden light shone brightly in his dantian. The Ghost Saint realized that something was wrong and was about to retreat, but was firmly restrained by an invisible force - this was the Taiqing Sect's secret method "Demon Binding Spell", which could lock up a powerful enemy for a moment at the cost of a huge consumption of mana.

"Boom!!!"

The brilliant light from the Nascent Soul's self-explosion engulfed an area of ​​a hundred feet.

The law enforcement elder chose to die with the enemy, and coupled with Zhang Aofeng's previous prestige, all the soldiers were moved. Their morale soared in grief, and they ignored the casualties and held on to the seriously injured Xuanjiao Ghost Saint and refused to let him go. Until this time, Xuanjiao Ghost Saint was still confused.

Although ghosts are cunning, how can they understand the ever-changing human heart? Good and evil are all in it.

When Lu Cheng flew back to Huanglong City, two beams of blood light flew towards him. They were the Blood River Dao Bingbing Talisman carrying the Wanling Blood Pearl.

Lu Cheng took over the Taiqing Daoist military command (military talisman), and knowing that True Lord Nong Yan had died in the battle, he couldn't help but sigh.

Although this was inevitable, in the end, an old friend died because of his own plan.

At this moment, the Taiqing Taoist Soldier Command had turned a dark red blood color, with violent magic power constantly surging from it.

Lu Cheng had studied the Blood Dao technique for a period of time, so he chose the Blood River Dao soldiers. This group of Dao soldiers had been suppressed for many years under Fulongyuan, and had fought with the Fulongyuan Jiaolong clan for many years. They actually had many Nascent Soul and Golden Core realm magic powers, which was very rare.

Although the blood of the dragon has great spiritual power, if one only swallows the blood of the dragon, it will be too pure. The blood path technique actually takes a powerful approach, at least in most cases.

Draw the blood of all living beings and use force to suppress others.

So Lu Cheng thought at that time that if he could lead this Taoist army out of Fulongyuan and perform several blood sacrifices on alien creatures, their magic power would surely increase dramatically in a relatively short period of time. Even if he was promoted to the Yuanshen realm, it would still be a killer move.

After True Lord Nong Yan died in battle, the Blood River Soldiers could have escaped with the All-Spirit Blood Pearl, but they did not do so. Instead, they went to Lu Cheng again.

Obviously, he sensed that there were many beings in the Spirit Transformation Realm in Huanglong City at that moment, and they wanted to make blood sacrifices and enjoy blood food.

Of course, it would be best if the opponent is no longer the ghost clan, which has no essence or blood at all.

At this moment, Lu Cheng saw from afar a white light flying rapidly towards Huanglong City from afar.

Looking carefully, he saw a female cultivator from the Winged Clan who had a pair of pure white wings on her back. She was tall and beautiful. It was obvious that she had noticed something was wrong in Huanglong City and had come to provide support.

A number of other alien races, including the Eight-Handed Tribe, Water Tribe, Winged Tribe, etc., near the Xuanyin Demon Gorge, invaded the Huanglong Mansion under the leadership of the Netherworld Ghost Tribe. Some of them planned to make a quick buck and leave, but when they saw the situation had changed, they immediately retreated under the leadership of their own tribe's gods, or at least waited and saw.

Some of them, however, planned to directly destroy the human race in Huangyun Mansion, and the Wing Clan cultivator in front of him seemed to be among them.

"It just so happens that the soldiers of the Blood River Road haven't had their blood food yet, so I'm using you to make up the number."

Lu Cheng immediately understood the whole cause and effect, his eyes turned cold, and the murderous intent in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

The moment the Blood River Divine Sword was unsheathed, the entire sky suddenly darkened.

The vengeful barbarian spirits entangled on the blade screamed shrilly. As soon as the Winged Clan female cultivator flew over the sky near Huanglong City, she saw a blood-colored streak across the sky!
Her pupils were not sharp enough, and Lu Cheng discovered her, but she didn't discover Lu Cheng, so she had already lost the opportunity.

"cut!"

Before the sword light came, the murderous intent had already chilled her bones. The wings behind the female cultivator of the Winged Clan fluttered rapidly, and thousands of feathers turned into white arrows and shot out, but they were corroded into ashes the moment they touched the sword light.

The Wing Clan female cultivator's face suddenly changed, and she once again summoned a long sword engraved with a star map. Seven bright stars appeared on the sword body. It was her natal treasure, the Beidou Xuanguan Sword.

The flashes of swords and sabers intertwined: "Swish——"

The moment the Blood River Divine Sword slashed at the Xuan Guang Flying Sword, the seven bright stars on it exploded one after another.

The blade's force did not decrease but increased, and it actually split the entire Xuanguan flying sword along the lines of the star map!

"What a sharp sword technique! What amazing magic power! Who is he?" This thought flashed through the mind of the Winged Clan female cultivator, and at the same time, her wings flapped rapidly and she retreated violently. The space where she was originally standing was torn into spider-web-like cracks by the blood-colored sword energy.

It was at this moment that an invisible and tangible flying sword suddenly pierced out from the void and nailed one of the wings of the female cultivator of the Wing Clan. The next moment, a bloody knife flashed, and the female cultivator who had reached the state of transformation was cut in half.

(End of this chapter)