Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 462: Sand rolls and souls burn, sword breaks the sky and blood sings (woo woo woo woo, please subscribe!)
As night falls, the stars disappear, leaving only a cold moon hanging alone in the sky.

A female fairy in white clothes whiter than snow, her sleeves fluttering in the wind, seemed like a banished celestial being descending to earth. Her slender fingers pressed the strings, and the sound was like a clear spring washing jade, but suddenly it turned into the sound of iron horses and weapons, the strings vibrated like thunder, and the sound waves swept across the fields, even the mountain mist was torn into cracks and spread far away.

At this time, Lu Cheng and the six friends of Hanshan were still discussing countermeasures in the Taoist temple in the mountains.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a distant piano, which at first was like the sound of clear spring water washing over jade, and suddenly turned into the sound of iron horses and golden swords.

It seemed to be because the sound of the piano was extremely beautiful, and it also seemed to be because there was some mystery behind it.

Lu Cheng only felt his soul sink slightly, and suddenly in his mind emerged scenes of himself gathering with his friends a thousand years ago when he was still a mortal.

"No, this kind of piano music that goes straight to the heart is clearly the art of soul-transforming sound attack!"

After all, Lu Cheng was a man of high attainment in Taoism and had practiced the Seven Emotions Secret Technique. He was only slightly addicted before he broke free and looked around after his mind came back to him.

There were only Mo Wen and Han Qingyun in the room, and they looked like they were struggling.

"Zheng!"

The long sword on his back unsheathed three inches by itself, and Mo Wen just managed to break free from it.

I just happened to see Lu Cheng quickly escaping from the Taoist temple.

"It's Jiuyou Tianyin, everyone calm down!" The next moment Han Qingyun finally broke free and shouted loudly, while at the same time he sacrificed a magic bell that rang without wind.

After hearing these two sounds, everyone suddenly woke up.

However, at this time, outside the Taoist temple.

The sky has turned into a chaotic vortex, and a giant blue-gray palm covering a hundred miles is slowly closing its five fingers.

He stretched out his five fingers and reached into the air, and instantly the dome burst into a thousand-foot-long magical light.

But one could see an endless array of giant blue-grey palms falling from the clouds, with dark magic runes flowing between the palm lines.

The seal condensed into a star vortex at the fingertips, and the ethereal and deadly Sanskrit chanting spread out like a tide, bringing all the mountains and rivers below into the cage of law.

The giant palm fell down with the force of the sky collapsing. Lu Cheng, who was already high above the Taoist temple, was suddenly changed in expression when he saw this.

"Buddha Kingdom in the Palm!? No, this aura is the Demon Kingdom in the Palm. How powerful!"

With a wave of his sleeve, Lu Cheng summoned the Infinite Blood Sea Divine Sword, and at the same time, he used all his strength to absorb the magic power of the Blood River Demon Soldiers in the Taiqing Taoist Soldier Order. As a result, the magic power was so powerful that the sword's momentum was like a mountain, slashing from bottom to top.

A dazzling sword light suddenly burst out beside Lu Cheng. It was Mo Wen, the Taoist Xuanjian who had arrived with his sword at some point in time. He also burst out all his magic power and slashed out a dazzling and sharp sword light that seemed to connect the heaven and the earth.

The blood-red knife light and the sharp sword light flew towards him together, but they were stuck in a quagmire when they touched the edge of the palm. It was clear that the devil kingdom in the palm had already been established, and the laws of heaven and earth were operating in it.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The giant palm slammed down.

Lu Cheng sacrificed the Qingyin Bell and the Wanling Blood Pearl, and at the same time merged his body with the flying sword, becoming one with the sword.

However, when he opened his eyes again, he found himself still in the Taoist temple, and everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion.

'wrong! ’

Lu Cheng and Mo Wen looked at each other, then flew out of the Taoist temple together.

The others present were not confused and followed immediately, but the situation in all directions at this time seemed to be no different from normal times.

"The world is different now. We are now in the Demonic Kingdom in the Palm of Your Hand."

After Lu Cheng activated his golden eyes and looked around, he sighed softly.

It was because after he activated his pupil technique, he could no longer see clearly beyond a hundred miles. Everything was blurry and hazy. He couldn't even see clearly, let alone get close.

Lu Cheng's words, as well as his and Mo Wen's performance, shocked everyone present, and then they each used their escape lights to fly away.

However, in just a moment, all the cultivators would fly back to the sky above the Taoist temple in the mountains from all angles and directions, as if they had been blocked in a space.

At the same time, sandstorms began to blow between heaven and earth.

As the sand and wind blew on his body, Lu Cheng's protective magic power made a slight rustling sound.

This gust of wind and sand seemed to be able to dissolve the magic power and blow away everything.

"This is the Soul-Falling Magic Sand of the Zoroastrianism. Everyone, be careful not to let this magic sand fall on you. It contains a hidden fire poison that is insidious and fierce. It is called the Soul-Falling Magic Sand!"

Taoist Mo Wen of Xuanjian stretched out his palm and absorbed some of the wind and sand into his hand. He frowned and watched for a moment, and said this, which made the faces of all the cultivators present change.

Everyone present had heard of the power of the Zoroastrianism's Soul-Losing Sand.

At the same time, the world outside the magic kingdom in the palm of your hand.

The Five Heroes of Longshan were standing above the Taoist temple in the deep mountains where Lu Cheng and others were originally, staring at the palm of Fei Gaojun's right hand:

I saw a mountain and a temple on top of it, and cultivators flying in all directions: they were the cultivators from Lucheng.

The whole process seems simple, but in fact it is the result of the joint efforts of four of the Five Heroes of Longshan.

The second brother, Shan Shuning, is skilled in the art of making elixirs. He planted a medicinal fragrance on Liu Qingmei's green snake Gu, which was almost impossible for human cultivators to sense. However, the spiritual insects he raised could sense it from afar.

After determining the locations of the Seven Friends of Hanshan, the third brother Fei Gaojun chanted incantations and cast spells from afar, using his space-based innate magic weapon to perform magic. The fifth brother Ming Youyao used the art of sound attack, confusing everyone's minds for a moment, and then pressed down with one palm.

The Buddha Kingdom in the Palm is a great magical skill of Buddhism. Once a cultivator falls into it, it is almost impossible for him to escape on his own. Although the Buddhist cultivator cannot harm the cultivator in it, it is easy to bring him back to the mountain gate and suppress him under the pagoda under the care of the sect's master.

Fei Gaojun was born into a great magic sect. Although the magic kingdom in his palm is not as powerful as the Buddhist kingdom in his palm, it also has its own unique and exquisite features.

Lin Qiuxia, the fourth sister among the Five Heroes of Longshan, was born into the Zoroastrianism and even possessed a magical treasure of the Return to Void level that recognized its master.

If the Soul-Falling Divine Sand Technique is used at this time, it won’t take long before the Seven Friends of Hanshan will be trapped and killed inside, and not even their souls can escape.

The Demon Kingdom in the palm of your hand is similar to a cultivator refining a formation into his body. It is like refining a mountain protection formation into the palm of your hand. Although it is troublesome to activate, it is indeed powerful after it is practiced.

"These seven people are indeed very powerful. If it weren't for that Thousand Machines Wanderer Zhou Buyi who took away our spiritual objects, I wouldn't want to provoke them. But since they were the first to attack, we can't blame them."

Wan Zhian, the leader of the Longshan Five Heroes, said this.

"Hiss, they are starting to break the formation with all their strength. Fourth sister and fifth sister, come and help me. I can't control them anymore."

Fei Gaojun's face suddenly changed and he said this.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiuxia and Ming Youyao immediately stepped forward and placed both palms on the back of the third brother Fei Gaojun to input magic power.

The former stepped forward and made hand gestures, allowing the Soul-Falling Divine Sand Spell in the Demon Kingdom to operate more violently.

A moment later, she took out a yellowish-brown, ordinary-looking gourd and blew out more Soul-Falling Divine Sand from it, which poured into the Demon Kingdom in her palm.

"Second brother, you come and protect us. Third brother, let me in. I want to see what level the Seven Friends of Hanshan are at."

"Okay, boss, be careful."

Fei Gaojun knew that his elder brother Wan Zhian was a sword cultivator, and his sword skills were fierce and unstoppable, so he made a gesture with his left hand and pointed, taking Wan Zhian into the magic kingdom in his palm.

Shan Shuning carefully used talismans to set up a simple formation around the five people to avoid accidents and prevent interference from others.

"Hoohoo!"

Soul-Falling Divine Sand was blown up in all directions. The sand was dark red in color, and each grain seemed to contain some kind of curse as it twisted and swirled in the air.

Wherever the sand and wind passed, the monks' protective magic power was like snow meeting boiling water, melting and disintegrating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What was even more terrifying was the sinister fire hidden in the sand, which penetrated into the meridians through magic power, burning everyone's magic power so much that it became three points slower.

As the fire poison accumulates, everyone will die.

Lu Cheng stood in a five-colored light shield, his brows slightly furrowed.

He flicked his fingertips, and five talismans flew out, forming a five-cornered formation three feet around him. The talismans turned into five-colored streams of light, which bounced off all the sand that was attacking. But as time went by, the light of the talismans dimmed with each grain of sand that was bounced off.

"If we don't break out of this predicament soon, we will surely die!" Han Qingyun said with a frown.

"Okay, let's use all our magic power to forcibly break this magic. Life and death will depend on this one strike!"

Taoist Xuanjian Mo Wen is a very decisive person and said this.

Lu Cheng's sleeves rustled as he stretched out his hand and clenched his five fingers. The Blood Sea Infinite Divine Sword burst out with a dazzling red light. At the same time, he absorbed the powerful magic power from the magic weapons floating nearby and the Taiqing Taoist Soldier's Order, and forcibly increased his own magic power to the late stage of the God Transformation.

"cut!"

When he pointed his finger and the blood-red blade passed by, the originally stable heaven and earth actually shook slightly in front of the blood-red streak.

"Cut!" The ancient sword behind Mo Wen suddenly vibrated like thunder, and seven blue-gold sword lights flew out with a clang.

The sword cultivator's finger gestures changed and together they formed a giant sword, swallowing all the wind and sand within a radius of several miles into the sword energy void.

"Taiqing Thunder Method, break!" Before the spell ended, the thunder seal in Han Qingyun's palm had exploded into three layers of purple lightning, striking the weakest part of the sandstorm vortex that was sensed by spiritual consciousness, and instantly blasted out a hundred feet of clarity.

The other people also used their best magic, and the entire space of the Demon Kingdom in their palms began to shake violently.

While Lu Cheng was performing hand gestures with his right hand and activating the Infinite Blood Sea Divine Sword, his left hand was constantly calculating something.

The mysteries of Taoism contained in the magical power of the Demon Kingdom in the palm of his hand are astonishing. Lu Cheng used the Tongxuan Yijian Tianmo algorithm to continuously calculate and gradually figured out something.

Suddenly he shouted:
"Watch your head!"

Suddenly, a strange sound was heard in the sand and wind. Countless gravels condensed into several hideous skeleton sand monsters.

These monsters were red all over, with green ghost fire flickering in their eye sockets, and claws as sharp as knives. As soon as they took shape, they pounced towards Liu Qingmei.

"Third sister, be careful!" Bai Zhi shouted tenderly, and nine silver needles flew out of her sleeves. The silver needles shuttled back and forth like lightning, nailing the sand monster that was rushing towards her in mid-air.

Liu Qingmei, who had already turned into a puppet, raised his hand, gathered golden and red energy in his palm, and the light burst out, smashing several skeleton sand monsters into pieces.

"How dare you take advantage of me!" Liu Qingmei said hatefully.

However, a golden light flashed in Lu Cheng's eyes, and his fiery golden eyes saw through the illusion, but he found that there were more and more sand monsters and ghosts increasing in all directions.

'How can the Soul-Falling Divine Sand spell of the Zoroastrianism be so powerful... I understand. This person probably has a magical treasure that can help him return to the Void. He came to this Heavenly Fire Secret Realm to collect the souls of the soldiers who died in this world. As long as there are enough of them, and they are combined, the power of this spell will naturally become stronger and stronger!'

"These sand monsters can use the sand to escape and it's hard to kill them all in a short time. Be careful!" Lu Cheng reminded in a deep voice, and at the same time, he once again summoned the Infinite Blood Sword.

The blood-red blade light rotated, temporarily isolating the sand and wind within a radius of ten feet.

"If we continue to waste time like this, we will have no choice but to die. We cannot just sit there and wait for death." Mo Wen pointed his sword to the sky, and two sword lights were released again. The nine sword lights merged into one, turning into a ten-foot-long dazzling sword rainbow that pierced the sky. "Break!"

The sword rainbow hit the invisible barrier, bursting out with dazzling white light.

"Friend Mo is right. We should force our way through here."

This was indeed the only solution. Lu Cheng let out a long roar, and used the power of his Dharma body and the skills of a Taoist soldier to drive the blood knife towards somewhere in the void.

Wherever the knife flashed, the space was torn into a crack like cloth, and the starlight from the outside world could be vaguely seen.

However, while Lu Cheng was controlling the sword with his right hand, the five fingers of his left hand were quickly calculating and searching for the most appropriate opportunity to break the deadlock.

Han Qingyun and Ge Xiu understood each other and attacked at the same time. Han Qingyun raised an ancient mirror and shot out a beam of light, followed by Ge Xiu's flying sword. The three forces bombarded the gap at the same time.

"boom--!"

Amidst the earth-shaking roar, the gap continued to expand to more than ten feet.

However, before everyone could rejoice, a black shadow suddenly penetrated from the gap, and the sword light was as fast as lightning, going straight for Lu Cheng's throat!
"Ding!"

At the critical moment, Taoist Lu Cheng still had enough strength to wield his blood sword to block in the air, and the sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the area.

The attacker missed his attack and disappeared like smoke in the sand and wind, leaving only a sneer echoing in everyone's ears.

"Wan Zhian!" Han Qingyun's expression suddenly changed, "How dare this guy enter the battle formation in person!"

Lu Cheng stood in mid-air holding a spell, the blood-red divine sword flying in the air, and his eyes scanned the surroundings.

In the brief exchange of blows just now, he had already sensed that the opponent's sword intent was extremely sharp, and he was definitely a sword master in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

What's even more troublesome is that in this devil's kingdom, Wan Zhian can use the force to escape, making him even more elusive and difficult to defend against.

The Five Heroes of Longshan dared to take the initiative to attack the Seven Friends of Hanshan. They were indeed very smart. Even based on their performance at this time, Lu Cheng even doubted how Liu Qingmei had escaped the attack before?
Or maybe the other party let her escape intentionally so that they could locate the other Seven Friends of Hanshan.

Due to Wan Zhian’s quick attack just now, he was intercepted by Quick Sword.

The gap that was finally opened was closed. Although they could attack again, if they did this a few times, the cultivators' spirit and magic power would be exhausted.

The soul-falling sand wind around suddenly became violent, and more and more skeletons and ghosts condensed and hid in the countless sands, strangling them from all directions.

It was obvious that the cultivator who was casting the Soul-Falling Divine Sand spell outside also put in more effort, not wanting to give the other cultivators any chance to turn the tables.

Lu Cheng used the Fire Pupil and Golden Eye Technique to look around, but the flying sand was chaotic and he couldn't see clearly.

"I was reluctant to consume too much Samadhi True Fire on my external incarnation, but now I have to bear the consequences. If the realm of Fire Pupil and Golden Eye was higher, it would not be difficult to break through this obstacle."

At this moment, all the cultivators had to face the invasion of a large number of monsters and ghosts transformed by the Soul-Falling Divine Sand, and they also had to divide their attention to guard against Wan Zhian's sudden attack with a hidden sword. The mental consumption was more than doubled than before.

Such a bitter fight among the group of cultivators lasted for several hours.

"Fellow Daoist Lu?" Bai Zhi called out urgently as her spiritual power was almost exhausted.

She is relatively not good at fighting, so in such a situation, her spiritual power and magic power are consumed even more.

If the cultivators had the energy to spare, they would still take care of her, but as time went on, everyone present had less and less energy to spare.

In fact, compared to Bai Zhi, Liu Qingmei's condition is even more miserable. How much of her original combat power can she exert by controlling the seventh-level puppet? I'm afraid it's not even at the sixth or seventh level.

At this moment, the puppet body was already badly injured, but she gritted her teeth and refused to say a word.

Liu Qingmei will fight until her death and will not call for help from others. This is the natural difference in their personalities.

Bai Zhi didn't know why she called Lu Cheng. Considering their close relationship and magical powers, she should have asked her elder brother, Taoist Xuanjian Mo Wen, for help, but she called Lu Cheng instinctively.

Lu Cheng seemed to have heard nothing. He kept his consciousness inward and kept calculating with his left hand. Suddenly, three feet behind him, the trajectory of a flying sand showed subtle and unnecessary changes.

"Got you."

The blood knife swung back without warning, and the knife light rose into the sky like a blood moon.

A muffled groan was heard from the void, and Wan Zhian was forced to reveal his figure.

In front of him, a blue-grey flying sword blocked the blood knife. The sword body was engraved with star patterns. It was his natal magic weapon, the "Meteoric Flying Sword".

Wan Zhian originally wanted to launch a sneak attack, but at the moment before he could make his move, Lu Cheng figured out his whereabouts and forced him to defend with a single blow of his sword. Naturally, he suffered a loss as his magic power changed drastically.

"Such a keen sense of perception, such powerful magic power!" Wan Zhian's voice was hoarse, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"If you are the strongest, I will kill you first!"

He pounced and merged with the sword light. The next moment, he split into seven afterimages. Each afterimage used different sword techniques and attacked Lu Cheng in a way that was difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

Lu Cheng was not in a hurry. He made a gesture with his right hand to control the sword. The magic power of the Blood River Demon Soldier was drawn to the extreme. A river of blood was already rolling and surging around it. Wherever the sword light passed, six afterimages shattered like bubbles, leaving only the real body, which was forced to retreat again and again.

In other words, all seven afterimages are real, and the one you missed is the real one.

However, Lu Cheng's sword techniques were so exquisite that they were beyond Wan Zhian's imagination. He could fly in the air with one sword, and he was mysterious and domineering.

"What a great sword technique! Which Taoist method of the Taiqing Sect is this? Why have I never heard of it before?"

"I just randomly used some random techniques."

To put it bluntly, a sword is nothing more than a sharp piece of iron. Physically speaking, its force-bearing surface is narrow, so it has the function of cutting flesh and blood.

However, the flying swords and flying knives used by Lu Cheng Yu are different. They are more of a legal kind of killing, destruction, tearing, cutting, pointing at the sharp edge, and all laws are destroyed!

In Lu Cheng's opinion, there is no difference between controlling a flying sword and controlling a flying knife. At most, the flying sword is lighter and the flying knife is more powerful.

"What a reckless move! Even the cultivator of Taiqing Sect who practices the Male and Female Dragon and Tiger Demon Sword Sutra may not be as good as your sword moves at the same level."

Wan Zhian exclaimed in admiration, and then the Falling Star Sword suddenly burst into dazzling starlight. He seemed to have turned into a falling star, rushing towards Lucheng with unstoppable momentum.

The more talented, the more amazing the talent, the brighter the future, the more we must kill off the enemy without leaving any chance.

This sword contained almost the power of heaven and earth like falling stars; before the sword light arrived, the sharp sword energy had already plowed deep ripples in the surrounding void, spreading like water waves.

Lu Cheng did not dare to delay. The Infinite Blood Sea Divine Sword spun around him. He wiped the blade with his left hand, and nine talismans lit up at the same time.

"The sea of ​​blood is endless, the nine dragons protect you!"

The Taiqing Taoist Soldier's Imperial Order flying beside Taoist Lu Cheng was emitting a blindingly bloody red color, as if it was about to drip blood.

Nine blood dragons flew out from the blade, each one was lifelike, with scales and claws flying. The blood dragon collided with the star sword light, and there was a huge explosion. The shock wave of the explosion cleared the sand and wind within a radius of a hundred feet, creating a vacuum.

As the sword and the knife were fighting each other, the Taoist Lu Cheng's aura suddenly changed, and a dazzling green light spread out from his body.

Then he put his fingers together like a sword and pointed it at Wan Zhian's forehead.

Taoist transformation and ascension technique: reviving the dead!

The person is still the same person, but the inner vitality is completely different.

Two hundred years ago, during the catastrophe at Huangyun Mansion, Lu Cheng used up all of his Kunpeng life force, but with these two hundred years of recuperation, he has now cultivated himself back to health.

This is also of great benefit to the main body. Lu Cheng has fifteen levels of vitality after practicing the Fifteen Changes of Xuantian. He cannot use it freely now, but if he dies many times in a row and only has less vitality left, Lu Cheng can be like an incarnation, borrow a corpse to revive, and operate and replace vitality relatively freely, thus achieving an almost incredible effect.

Just like at this moment, Lu Cheng put his fingers together like a sword and struck out, catching the sword immortal Wan Zhiping off guard, and was hit by Lu Cheng's sword finger.

The powerful, endless and seemingly infinite Yi Mu sword energy was forcibly poured into Wan Zhian's body by Lu Cheng in a very short time.

Wan Zhian was infused with magic power by those two fingers, which forcibly broke through the limits of his physical body, causing the meridians and acupoints in his body to suffer irreparable damage in a short period of time.

'How can it be? ’

At this time, Wan Zhian's body was emitting green light and he flew backwards.

"how is this possible?"

Fei Gaojun, who had been keeping an eye on his eldest brother, was equally in disbelief. He simply couldn't understand how, with his eldest brother's swordsmanship and cultivation, he could have been defeated so quickly and so miserably.

But without giving it much thought, he immediately used his Taoist magic to forcibly move his elder brother Wan Zhian out, just like his elder brother had rescued him countless years before.

'don't want! ’

Wan Zhian also thought of something at this moment and suddenly looked up and conveyed his thoughts.

But it was too late. There was chaos between heaven and earth, and a magical light descended from the sky onto Wan Zhian.

It was like a wisp of spider silk falling into a dark and deep ancient well.

Although Wan Zhian's body gradually faded as the magic light fell, his eyes already revealed a bitter smile and despair.

Because Lu Cheng's Tongxuan sword had always been designed to target Fei Gaojun.

At this moment, the bloody sword light slashed out again, and with one sword, the world turned upside down.

Rumble…

The demon kingdom in the palm of the hand of the gray-robed Taoist Fei Gaojun suddenly collapsed, and several rays of light flew out from it.

However, what Fei Gaojun saw was that his elder brother Wan Zhian had fallen in a blood mist, and then the blood mist swept towards him.

"Brother! How is that possible? Even so, you can't kill me... What's with that knife?"

The Tongxuan sword, after it is fully accumulated, can be considered a sure kill at the same level.

Fei Gaojun had never had a direct confrontation with Lu Cheng, so he didn't even have the slightest understanding that Wan Zhian had.

With a flash of blood-red blade light, his body was cut into two pieces, and at the same time, his soul was devoured, making him become a ghost under the blade without knowing it.

At this time, Taoist Mo Wen of Xuanjian finally recovered his magic power, released his flying sword, and directly killed the female fairy Ming Youyao who was unable to react in time. He used the sword energy to stabilize her spirit and prepared to use it to search her soul.

The other few people summoned up their remaining courage and used their magic weapons and various methods. Ge Xiu clasped his hands together and summoned a flying sword. The sword shone like a dragon and went straight for Lin Qiuxia's throat.

Although Bai Zhi was not good at fighting, she gritted her teeth and urged three silver needles, the needle tips glowed with cold blue light, and shot towards Shan Shuning like a rainstorm. Shan Shuning hurriedly waved his sleeves and threw out several magic talismans to form a barrier to resist, but was still pierced by a silver needle, which pierced into his shoulder and arm, and half of his body was paralyzed, and his magic power was stagnant.

Shan Shuning and Lin Qiuxia, who had lost their minds, were defeated and retreated. In the end, seeing that three of the Five Heroes of Longshan were dead, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and turn into light to escape separately.

Until the very end, the two of them still hadn't figured out how they lost the battle. It was clear that most of the seven people's spiritual power had been exhausted, and the chance of victory was right in front of them, but it was all lost in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)