Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 453: The Blood-Refined Divine Sword Leads to the Netherworld, the Nine Nether Demon Shadow Reveals Its True Form (Please Subscribe!)

A total of four ghost saints, including the Ghost Mother of No Life, Demon Eye, Illusionary Heart, and Devouring Heart, all died under Lu Cheng's flying sword and thunder talisman.

The Black Horned Ghost Saint was seriously injured by Zhang Aofeng's conspiracy, so he was suppressed by Han Qingyun, the Lord of Huangyun Palace.

Yalina, the only divine cultivator of the Wing Clan, and Yin Luo and Buluo, the only divine cultivators of the Eight-Hand Clan, all died under the Blood River Divine Sword.

Even in the world of earthly immortals, the gods are not ordinary people. The death of so many high-level alien cultivators led to the entire alien army being defeated and unable to be suppressed. The counterattack of the human cultivators became more and more fierce.

Because it devoured a large amount of blood in a short period of time and successively killed three alien monks who were in the middle stage of the God Transformation, among whom Yalina and Guluo were still in the middle stage of the God Transformation, the All-Spirit Blood Pearl was truly condensed into a seventh-level magic weapon, and also stimulated the revival of the Blood Sea Flag, a magic weapon of unknown grade.

Lu Cheng waved his sleeves and put away the blood-red divine sword that had turned into a ball of tangled blood light.

His figure soared into the air, and he smiled at Han Qingyun, and then they worked together to eliminate the aliens within a radius of hundreds of miles.

In the world of immortal cultivation where all great power belongs to oneself, in fact, most conflicts and disputes can be basically resolved by the two cultivators with the highest cultivation levels in two forces.

When two Nascent Soul-level sects clash, the winner can basically be determined by having the Nascent Soul ancestors of the two sects duel with swords.

The Yuanying Patriarch won the sword fight, and he also won when he lost.

The Yuanying Patriarch was defeated in the sword fight, so he lost even if he won.

In fact, the reason behind this can be understood by looking at the Winged Clan’s Divine Transformation Monk Yalina, the Eight-Handed Clan’s Divine Transformation Monk Yin Luo, and the two Guluo.

They were originally leading their respective clansmen to attack the sacred mountain of cultivators in Huangyun Mansion, looting people and wealth.

After all, this place is the sphere of influence of the Taiqing Sect, a major human clan. They can plunder it, but occupying it for a long time would mean an all-out war with the Taiqing Sect. These alien races don't actually have this idea.

But once there is an abnormality in the direction of Huanglong City, Yalina, Yin Luo, Guluo and other gods can fly to Huanglong City from thousands of miles away in a cup of tea.

If it weren't for the fact that Taoist Lu Cheng was so quick in killing people, when these alien gods gathered together, Huanglong City would still not escape the fate of being massacred:
There is no need to question why these different races do not unite together, not to mention the conflicts among themselves.

Even if they really joined forces in one place, Han Qingyun would have just run away with the Huangyun Taoist Palace, and even Lu Cheng would not have appeared. The number of people and property looted afterwards was too small, and in the end people would have to question why they joined forces in the first place, as in the end neither side would have been able to get enough food.

In order to maximize benefits, it is inevitable to take some risks, which is acceptable in the eyes of these foreign monks. The human monks would probably do the same.

Although Han Qingyun and Lu Cheng were very tired at this moment, they began to lead the human cultivators to fight back and kill them.

In any battlefield from ancient times to the present, the number of enemies killed in battle is far less than that killed in defeat.

The time to reduce the manpower of the alien races on the border and collect a large number of prisoners of war is at this time. If the two choose to rest, by the time they have recovered, the defeated alien races will have also recovered.

This is the real time to collect the spoils. Even if you are mentally exhausted or out of magic power, you have to force yourself to get through it.

The divine sword transformed from the Wanling Blood Pearl entered a mysterious state. Without the divine sword, Lu Cheng's magic power declined significantly, but it still maintained a state of roughly the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation.

The Xuehe Taoist soldiers under the Taiqing Taoist Army Command devoured countless blood foods in this battle and were loyal at the moment, but it is hard to say what will happen after some time.

The soldiers of the Blood River Road are born rebellious. They will rebel if they don't have blood food. They will also rebel if they have too much blood food and their magic power increases greatly. However, they probably won't rebel for now.

If one wants to truly subdue them, he may have to refine the blood sea flag hidden in their blood and become the true master of these demon soldiers.

Eight thousand miles northwest of Huangyun Prefecture, the mountain protection formation on Wu Jiayanlai Peak is crumbling.

The contemporary ancestor of the Wu family, Wu Mingyuan, had his hair and beard standing on end, and his hands were pressed tightly on the formation plate, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

The old monk in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul had blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and cracks appeared on the altar beneath his feet.

Through the translucent light curtain, one could see the dark army of water cultivators surging outside the peak like a tide. Every time they gathered their magic power to impact, the mountain protection formation would groan under the heavy burden.

This is because the Wu family's ancestor was a meticulous person and left behind the Eight Gate Locking Array, a sixth-level (Nascent Soul) formation for this family. Otherwise, the family would have been destroyed by now.

"Ancestor! The spirit stones at the east side of the formation have been used up!" A member of the Wu family staggered over, holding a broken formation flag in his arms.

Before Wu Mingyuan could reply, the entire mountain suddenly shook violently.

Outside the light curtain of the formation, a one-horned dragon that was a hundred feet long was slamming its body against the barrier. At the head of the dragon stood a graceful figure with scales, blue hair and black pupils.

It was Du Miaoqing, a water tribe psychic who had reached the divine level. Every time she waved her long nails, huge waves would be created that smashed onto the light curtain.

"Old Wu, if you keep holding on like this, your entire family will be buried with you!"

The female cultivator from the water tribe standing on the dragon's head spoke in a low voice but it was like thunder: "Release the forbidden spell now, hand over the collection of the Wu family of Yanlai Peak for many years, and I will let one of your Wu family's bloodlines survive!"

Before he finished speaking, another figure came out from the waves behind the dragon.

This man had a thin figure, with fish gills on his face and transparent silk threads wrapped around his ten fingers. He was none other than Yin Jiuyuan, another psychic cultivator from the water tribe.

Those silk threads drifted in the wind, actually penetrating the gaps in the magic power of the formation and silently entangled the necks of several Wu family members.

"Ah!" Amidst a series of screams, the eyes of the three elite monks of the Wu family suddenly bulged out, and the blood and essence in their bodies were drawn out along the silk threads.

Yin Jiuyuan licked his lips and laughed strangely: "Miaoqing, why do you have to waste your time talking to this old man? Once I drain the blood of these Wu family cultivators, this formation will collapse on its own."

Watching those outstanding clan members falling to the ground one after another, Wu Mingyuan's eyes were bloodshot. Just as he was about to burn his Nascent Soul and risk his life to fight back, a clear sword sound suddenly came from the sky.

A ray of sword light broke through the air from the southwest. Wherever it passed, the clouds automatically parted, revealing a Taoist priest who escaped from the sword light.

"The water creatures are so brave!" Lu Cheng stood on the wave with his hands behind his back, looking down.

When he glanced at the battlefield below and saw the Wu family members who had been sucked dry, a hint of anger appeared on his face.

Du Miaoqing's face suddenly changed, and she held the sword across her chest: "Lu Zhenshou! You are not in Huanglong City to clean up the mess, but you come here..."

Before he could finish his words, the whole sky suddenly darkened.

Han Qingyun had been hanging a hundred feet behind Du Miaoqing without anyone noticing, and the shadow of the Taoist Palace was looming in the clouds behind him.

At this moment, the Lord of Huangyun Mansion did not look injured at all. The Qiantian True Yang Divine Thunder that was surging around his body was so piercing that he could not open his eyes.

"You two have been killing people in my Huangyun Prefecture. Do you really think that there is no one in my Taiqing Sect?" Han Qingyun sneered, holding the magic formula in his hand as if he was ready to attack at any time.

The transparent silk thread of Yin Jiuyuan, the water tribe's divine cultivator, suddenly loosened and fell off. The divine cultivator was shocked to find that his invisible thread had been severed by an invisible flying sword.

With one sword, he appears and disappears without a trace.

"It's this newly arrived Lord Lu who's making his move. What a superb swordsmanship! Even if a person like him has weaker magic power, he'd still be a tough opponent in a fight."

“Lord Lu…Lord Lu.” Yin Jiuyuan suppressed his fear, his thoughts were scattered and his eyes were darting around, the transparent thread retracted like a poisonous snake: “This is a misunderstanding, we will…”

"Too late." Han Qingyun suddenly made a hand gesture, and a pillar of lightning suddenly fell from the distance, killing some aquatic creatures.

Du Miaoqing's one-horned dragon mount let out a sharp roar, which was both intimidating and contained fear.

"Since you have already taken action, you must leave some price. Otherwise, we will not be able to give an explanation to our disciples."

Hearing this, Du Miaoqing and Yin Jiuyuan looked at each other and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was actually a good thing that the other party was willing to talk.

The human race is a powerful and wealthy race among all races in the spiritual world. A lean camel is bigger than a horse in the Taiqing Sect. In comparison, their aquatic race is not that strong at all. Facing the Divine Transformation cultivators from these big sects, the Divine Transformation cultivators from ordinary small tribes are often inferior to them.

In terms of Taoist magic powers and magical weapons, they are often inferior to others.

"After signing this spiritual contract, we'll be done with what happened here." A scroll flew out from Han Qingyun's sleeves and landed in front of the two water tribe gods.

Lu Cheng knew that this was the immortal document of the Taiqing Sect. Only cultivators who were proficient in spells and at least at the Return to Void stage could refine it. It also had a great restraint on the Return to Void cultivators. If the Transformation cultivator violated it, it would almost certainly lead to death.

Although it is not as fierce as the ghost cultivator's Netherworld Blood Contract, Han Qingyun cannot possibly show off his skills in a place like this by using the Netherworld Blood Contract.

"What? How can we sign such a contract?!"

After reading the contents of the document, Du Miaoqing's expression changed drastically, and Yin Jiuyuan beside her also had a gloomy face.

Because the content of the document was to let the two serve as guest elders of Huangyun Mansion for two thousand years, and the supply of all spirit stones would be only half of that of normal guest elders. In addition, the two tribes would have to relocate their people to live in the area designated by Huangyun Mansion, and they would have to offer a lot of spirit water and spirit beads every year.

Lu Cheng and Han Qingyun both knew clearly that unless there were major changes, these alien races in the spiritual world would not be able to be eliminated within ten thousand years. In fact, their numbers would most likely increase after ten thousand years.

Because the spiritual world is connected to the world of the heavens, many planes of the world may be connected to the spiritual world of earthly immortals, and then be assimilated into it, including the races therein.

In this case, after all the effort and magic power in killing, as long as the spiritual land cannot be occupied, new ethnic groups will migrate there.

Instead of doing this, it would be better to rule, enslave and exploit the alien races, plunder more resources for the Taiqing Sect, and use them to strengthen itself.

"Two thousand years is but a blink of an eye compared to life. If you two die here, do you think your clan will survive alone?"

At this time, Lu Cheng said something to add fuel to the fire.

Du Miaoqing and Yin Jiuyuan looked at each other after hearing this. A fierce light flashed in Du Miaoqing's eyes, and she wanted to drag Yin Jiuyuan along for a fight to the death.

However, she had not made up her mind yet. After a moment, Yin Jiuyuan sighed and signed his name on the fairy document.

"Miao Qing, you and I are now in the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, almost equivalent to two against three, not to mention that our magical powers are not as good as those of the two senior cultivators of Taiqing Sect, so why should we sacrifice our lives in vain?

You and I have long lives, and it is not time to fight to the death yet!"

Hearing this, Du Miaoqing finally sighed and signed the fairy document. If she didn't sign it now, she would be outnumbered by four and would surely die.

"Once this contract is signed, you and I will both become sinners of our clan!"

"Some room for maneuver is better than death and annihilation of the clan at this moment." Half an hour later, outside Yanlai Peak.

"Brother Han, you and I will act separately from now on, but be careful. The ghosts are cunning and may hide in the dark and launch a surprise attack.

It is better to make less money than to lose money unexpectedly."

After controlling the escape light and helping Wu Jiayan to come to the peak, Lu Cheng and Han Qingyun said this. At this moment, each of them was followed by a guest elder of the water tribe, and they continued their previous actions.

Yin Jiuyuan followed Han Qingyun, and Du Miaoqing followed Lu Cheng.

"Take care, Junior Brother Lu. I'm waiting for you to come back to the city to have a drink together."

"Take care, senior brother." Lu Cheng and Han Qingyun each bowed and then went their separate ways.

Du Miaoqing's escape light was not slow. She was a water beastmaster with a seventh-level spirit beast. Beastmastering was the same as physical cultivation and sword cultivation. When cultivated to a high level, it could greatly enhance the magic power and supernatural powers.

If an ordinary cultivator in the early stage of the Spiritual Transformation had a seventh-order natal spirit beast to protect him, cultivators in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation would not be willing to provoke him easily.

"Shou Lu really has a good strategy. He first lured the tribes to attack, and then turned the tables. This time, he plundered so many slaves from various tribes. The monks of Huangyun Mansion can enjoy a thousand years of wealth and prosperity."

After all, I'm still a little upset, Du Miaoqing said with a hint of sarcasm.

The guest elder is also an elder, and Taoist Lu Cheng would not really fall out with him over a few words of gossip.

"No, by taking in many foreign captives, we will only reduce the resources for your tribe to advance upward, and we will even give you some preferential treatment in terms of a better life.

The people and monks of Huangyun Mansion will not gain much benefit from this, and it is even more impossible for them to enslave you and enjoy wealth and honor."

'Since ancient times, there have been rise and fall. The first generation was covered in blood and mud, and dared to fight and conquer a large territory. The second to fifth generations were still able to endure hardships. After that, hedonism prevailed from top to bottom, and there was no control. Ordinary mortal dynasties had a reincarnation of about 300 years, and powerful immortal sects had a reincarnation of 3,000 years. What about the Taiqing Sect? I am afraid that this trend is also the same. If our generation does more, the people after us will lose more, just like the first generation: If we don't fight this battle, it will be left to our sons, grandsons, and future generations to fight. Let us fight it. '

In this way, Lu Cheng and Han Qingyun, with more and more foreign cultivators around them, turned into light and ran around.

They suppressed the disaster in Huangyun Mansion and even robbed a large number of foreign cultivators and people.

Next, they will be allocated a piece of territory to allow them to reproduce and provide high-level spiritual resources to Taiqing Sect, making it relatively easy for the true disciples of Taiqing Sect to practice.

Of course, a large portion of these resources will fall into the hands of aristocratic families such as Duan Tianyan of Huoling Peak and Sun Fei of Lingxiao Mountain. However, each race in the spiritual world has its own problems, and sometimes the competition for survival depends on which race has fewer problems.

Seven days later, the war in Huangyun Mansion ended and everything returned to normal.

It was noon in Huanglong City. Under the gaze of countless monks, two monks from the Law Enforcement Hall escorted Zhuo Xuelan onto the platform.

This beautiful nun who used to be so graceful now had her hair disheveled, her robe stained with blood, and there was no trace of charm on her face anymore.

"Zhuo Xuelan, do you admit your guilt?" Han Qingyun asked in a deep voice.

Zhuo Xuelan looked up at the people below the stage and suddenly smiled sadly: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, why bother to say more? I just hate that Senior Brother Zhang is too soft-hearted. If he had listened to me earlier and taken the initiative, why would it have come to this?"

"She is stubborn and refuses to change her ways." Han Qingyun shook his head and ordered, "She will be deprived of all her cultivation and thrown into the Black Prison from now on."

Zhang Aofeng died to apologize for his crime. Since ancient times, people like him would have their crimes reduced by three levels. However, the disaster at Huangyun Mansion caused countless casualties, so someone had to take the blame for such a major incident.

Zhao Deyan, Zhuo Xuelan, and many of Zhao Deyan's disciples lost their families in the following days.

The Taiqing Sect is a Taoist sect that emphasizes the way of immortality and the importance of life, so in most cases there is no death penalty. The main offenders such as Zhao Deyan and Zhuo Xuelan had their magic powers sealed, imprisoned in the Black Prison to mine for the rest of their lives, and will never be pardoned.

At this time, immortality is actually a torture.

……

Lu Cheng has little interest in these power struggle games.

Anyway, considering Senior Brother Han’s intelligence, I think he wouldn’t dare to take less of his share of the harvest.

After finishing the necessary matters, Lu Cheng returned to the cave to practice magic power and refine the magic sword.

In Lu Cheng's opinion, all kinds of treacherous schemes and countless open and secret struggles are not as reassuring as having magical powers and profound Taoism.

A monk's great power comes from himself, and there is no other power except himself.

Deep in the cave, the starlight from the seven mystical beads hung down like an inverted river in the sky.

Lu Cheng sat cross-legged under the ruby ​​coral tree, with the constantly twisting and changing Blood River Divine Sword suspended in front of him.

The runes on the surface of the blade, which were formed by devouring high-level monks, were wriggling like living things, sometimes convex and sometimes concave, making a strange "chi chi" sound.

Lu Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, and the red-gold flames in his eyes surged. The ground of the entire cave had turned into a pool of blood without knowing when, and the sticky blood plasma was spreading upward along the stone wall, dyeing the roots of the ruby ​​coral dark red.

Inside the cave, a pool of blood suddenly boiled.

"rise!"

Lu Cheng pointed his sword, and the spiritual light in the Qiankun bag on his waist became stronger. A large number of foreign captives poured out like a tide, but they were torn into blood mist by invisible forces the moment they appeared.

The blood mist did not dissipate, but instead turned into scarlet threads that entangled the Blood River Divine Sword floating in the air.

"Ahhh!"

One of the monks of the Eight-Hand Clan who had great magical powers did not die immediately, and let out a howl that was not like a human voice. He held on for three breaths longer than the other alien races, and then his body exploded.

The essence and blood of this demon general at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage was extremely rich. When it was absorbed by the divine sword, it actually condensed into a micro rune on the sword.

Lu Cheng watched this scene expressionlessly:
The Taiqing Sect emphasizes the way of immortality and values ​​life, but this does not include man-eating monsters. At least this is not the case for cultivators of Xuan Zhenzi's generation, and it is not the case for Lu Cheng either.

As those aliens died one after another and turned into blood mist, the shape of the Blood River Divine Sword became increasingly unstable.

The blade sometimes stretched into a giant blade several feet long, sometimes shrank into a three-inch small sword, and finally kept switching between reality and illusion, with vague signs of breaking through the constraints of space.

"Sure enough, there is something hidden..."

Lu Cheng suddenly bit his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of his own blood. After the blood left his body, it immediately turned into six blood-colored spells, forming a Taiqing Soul Locking Array in the air.

Almost at the same time, a pale ghost hand suddenly stretched out from the violently shaking Blood River Divine Sword, and its five fingers were like hooks grabbing towards Lu Cheng's face!
"clang!"

Amid the sound of metal clashing, Lu Cheng condensed his magic power and pointed his fingers like swords. The sharp sword energy bursting out from his fingertips collided with the ghost hand.

The ghost hand retracted in pain, and a vicious roar came from the inside of the blade: "How dare you, youngster, ruin my good deeds!"

The sound waves stirred up a fishy wind, and the talismans for warding off evil spirits on the walls of the cave spontaneously combusted one after another.

Lu Cheng's Taoist robe rustled, but a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes: "This is clearly the unique blood art of the Asura clan. It seems that the witch left a backup plan in the blood sea flag."

"town!"

Lu Cheng suddenly pointed his sword at the top of his head, and the little man three inches above his head suddenly opened his eyes.

As Yuanshen clasped his hands together, the spiritual energy of the entire cave was forcibly extracted and condensed into twelve golden chains in the void, which tightly bound the restless Blood River Divine Sword.

The existence inside the blade seemed to be enraged, and suddenly uttered an obscure curse.

The residual souls of the alien races that had just been absorbed actually emerged on the surface of the blade, transforming into painful human faces, chanting strange scriptures in unison.

"…The sea of ​​blood is endless, turn back now…"

“…In the depths of the underworld, only then can I see my true self…”

The chanting became louder and louder, and Lu Cheng was shocked to find that his magic power was stagnant. Even more terrifying was that fine bloodshot appeared on the face of the little soul in the Niwan Palace, as if countless red earthworms were crawling under the skin.

"What a powerful blood demon transformation technique."

Lu Cheng was not surprised but laughed, suddenly removing all defenses. The demon in the knife was overjoyed when he saw this, and controlled the magic knife to turn into blood light and pierce his forehead. But at the moment when the blade touched his body, he saw the Taoist's mouth curled up with a hint of sneer.

"I'm waiting for you to come out."

A stream of true fire suddenly spit out of Lu Cheng's mouth, burning the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit, the three elements of heaven, earth and man, and the three lights of the sun, moon and stars, refining away everything that was not me.

"No! The True Explanation of Samadhi Fire Palace... Samadhi Fire! How is it possible that you have already obtained this spiritual power?"

The blade spirit in the blade screamed miserably, and it realized that the red lines had already penetrated every corner of its body. As the true fire beat, the threads tightened like living things, dragging it out of the divine sword.

It was a dwarf with blood-red body and curved goat horns on its head. At this moment, it was entangled in the red thread of Samadhi True Fire into a cocoon, still struggling: "Su Yuqing, this hypocrite! Back then, he promised to join me in the Great Dao, but he plotted against me... I hate him..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Lu Cheng put his fingers together like a sword, and a stream of Seven Emotions Sword Qi pierced through the blood cocoon. At the same time, a five-element poisonous insect flew out of his sleeve, devouring the screaming blood-red dwarf along with the true fire red thread.

After that, the Blood River Divine Sword floating in the air finally stopped moving.

The blade completely turned translucent, with a blood-colored galaxy slowly flowing inside. Looking closely, the "galaxy" was actually composed of countless fine runes, each of which corresponded to a blood-related secret technique.

"So this is the real Ashura Blood Path Magic Art..."

Lu Cheng stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the knife, and immediately a huge amount of information poured into his sea of ​​consciousness. The blade made a pleasant humming sound, and the runes seemed to have found their true owner, lighting up with a strange red light.

(End of this chapter)