This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 51: The murderous intent is so strong, just like a ghost (thanks to the leader of 'No Time for Fox Trouble' for the reward)

Xiang Yuan chopped the ghost disguised as a villager in front of him in half with one sword. He glanced around and noticed someone secretly watching him with bad intentions. He pretended not to know and lured the enemy closer.

Feeling danger coming from behind, he turned around abruptly, and his sight met the thick fog, but he saw nothing. Although he was confused, he swept out with the long sword in his hand.

The knife pierced into the thick fog, fast as lightning, cruel as a poisonous snake, coupled with the cold eyes that were decisive in killing, it was like a siphon sucking the energy of heaven and earth, full of oppression.

The blade whizzed past without touching anything. There was nothing in front of it.

Xiang Yuan's sword strike missed, but it made him more certain that there was an ambush ahead. The blade did not touch the enemy, but a breeze wrapped around the Tiger Roar Sword did.

Now that you are here, just stay!
The blade flashed like a bolt of lightning that cut through the thick fog, stirring up a vortex of negative energy that swept in all directions, spreading the wind to capture the enemy while also devouring the opponent's will and courage.

The narrow road meets the brave to win!

The man in black robe was already afraid of Xiang Yuan, and seeing that he was so brave even though he could not see, he became even more cautious and did not dare to take any risks. He relied on the small flag in his hand to remain invincible, dodging repeatedly and calling in a group of ghosts to protect him.

He decided not to confront Xiang Yuan head-on, but just wait for the ghosts to drag him to exhaustion, or to attack him from behind when he showed a flaw.

Ghosts came roaring, and the fog was hazy and dazzling. In just a blink of an eye, Xiang Yuan was surrounded by ghosts. Every time he killed a ghost, two more would follow. The sword lights became faster and faster, but he still could not find a way out.

What a ferocious swordsmanship! Is it true that he has no fear at all?

The man in black robe was secretly shocked to see Xiang Yuan was surrounded and caught in a dilemma. This was a great opportunity for a sneak attack. After hesitating for three or five seconds, he gritted his teeth and slowly approached.

He restrained his breath, not daring to raise any murderous intent in his heart. He waited until he was lurking close before suddenly using the most penetrating killing move of "Fierce Yin Wind".

I think this is a safe bet!

Hiss!

The sharp claws were silent, with only a slight chilly wind, and were not noticeable among the hundreds of ghosts. They touched Xiang Yuan's black robe, tearing four holes in it. Xiang Yuan himself was like a ghost, and at the moment when the sharp claws touched the black robe, he dodged the fatal blow with an incredible speed and angle.

The man in black robe failed to hit him and became very scared, so he withdrew.

This attack was his last act of courage. He vowed that he would not seek credit but avoid mistakes in the future and would never take the initiative to attack no matter what.

But at this moment, something strange happened.

A red light bloomed from under Xiang Yuan's black robe, like a torch in the dark night, driving away the thick fog, dispersing the yin energy, and illuminating the surrounding darkness.

Wang Wenxu’s righteousness!

Xiang Yuan pasted six calligraphy works of Wang Wenxu on the inside of his black robe. They were of no use when he was calm, but suddenly appeared when he was cold-blooded.

Wang Wenxu felt guilty, and every stroke of his pen contained a righteous spirit. He put all his heart and soul into every scroll, and each scroll was far beyond the "human effort" he had given Xiao He. When they were stimulated at the same time, one can imagine how powerful they were.

The negative energy around was like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun, melting away one after another. The ghosts let out sharp wails under the red light, as if they were being burned by invisible flames and in great pain.

The righteous energy can overcome evil spirits. The drastic changes caused by this blow were no less than pouring cold water on boiling oil. A large area of ​​thick fog exploded directly, tearing a hole in the air.

The fog dispersed, revealing the night sky that had been obscured. The sky was dotted with stars and regained some clarity. It also caused the aura of the projection of the Yellow Spring Mother Tree to leak out. If there were any righteous people nearby, they would surely notice it and come to help.

Xiang Yuan stood in the red light. His not-so-tall figure seemed extremely tall at this moment. The ghosts surrounding him had no time to escape, and without the protection of the thick fog, they had no place to stand under the impact of the righteous energy. After a brief wail, they disappeared without a trace.

Without the thick fog, not only could the ghosts not hide, but the man in the black robe holding the small flag also had nowhere to go. He looked around and found himself extremely conspicuous, a sitting duck.

You and I both came from the underworld, why are you using such evil things?

A cold light accompanied by murderous intent came over him. The man in black robe's teeth trembled and his knees weakened. How could he dare to fight with Xiang Yuan? He turned around and ran out of the formation.

"Elder brother, save me!"

A ruthless cold light flashed and disappeared, Xiang Yuan jumped over the black robe, snatched the small flag, and left behind a headless body staggering forward and a head that had not yet fallen to the ground.

The murderous intent is so strong that it seems like that of a ghost or god!

Xiang Yuan got the small flag and stepped out of the formation easily. He saw Duan Wei's back who was offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods in front of him. Red light surged around his body, and surging righteous energy vented everywhere.

The righteous energy that was vented was not directed at Duan Wei, but at the extremely strange projection of the Yellow Spring Mother Tree. This tree was in the Yellow Spring and had existed for countless years. It was the most yin thing in the world, full of the power of death and corruption. Countless dead souls gathered under it, making it the habitat of ghosts and evil spirits.

Because of the matter of reincarnation, the Yellow Spring Mother Tree connects life and death, and is also a divine object that represents the coexistence of yin and yang.

With Duan Wei's vision and means, yin and yang are too far away for him to comprehend. He can only use death and corruption, and borrow the mysterious yin of the Yellow Spring Mother Tree to sacrifice living beings and refine his own ghosts and gods.

How can a righteous person tolerate such an evil method!
The root tentacles of the mother tree's projection covered the entire surface of the formation, entwining four hundred villagers, drawing souls out of the body, fighting for nourishment, and deciding which of the strongest, most vicious and powerful ghosts would emerge and obtain the aura of the Yellow Springs Mother Tree. They would have a limitless future and could be called a ghost or god.

If we don't stop it, Duan Wei will really be doomed.

A blinding red light came from behind, and Duan Wei's face suddenly changed. This was the critical period for offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods. If he was interrupted by Xiang Yuan, not only would his efforts fail, but all his investment would also be burned.

Damn it, you ruined my future!
Damn it, you take human life lightly!
The two pairs of cold eyes met, and they noticed the other's fierce murderous intent. They said nothing, and used their unique skills to make a fatal blow.

Duan Wei was surrounded by a sinister and ghostly aura, and his sharp claws tore through the air, causing his black robe to whistle. He transformed into a phantom of a resentful and evil ghost, with fangs and claws, dancing with black mist that wrapped his entire body.

The phantom of the evil ghost was created at an unknown time, and it carried a unique aura of the underworld. The yin energy changed, causing the temperature around it to drop sharply, and a rotten smell seemed to permeate the air.

With just one strike, he showed his ruthless determination to make a decisive move. Xiang Yuan was not afraid at all. If Duan Weiruo was wandering around, it would inevitably take him a lot of effort to fight him. A head-on confrontation was exactly what he wanted.

Heavenly Sword Style: Lone Star Chasing the Moon!
A cold star appeared, and the light of a knife began to appear, just like a lone star in the cold night, weak and cold.

In a flash, the accumulated sword force burst out, and the Lone Star Chasing the Moon's sharp edge took the lead and was unstoppable.

With an unmatched sharp edge, tear apart everything along the way; with a body that forgets life and death, disregard life and death for the sake of that one glorious strike; with a heart as calm as still water, exclude all fears, hesitations, and distracting thoughts.

This sword strike is not only extremely fast, but also very persistent. If one can grasp the essence of it, one can create one's own sword technique, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that one can establish a school of swordsmanship.

The light of the lone star pierced through the darkness, bringing a brief illumination, touching the shadow of the evil spirit, and instantly passed through and left.

He walked a few steps forward, stopped his charge, raised his hand and brushed across the Tiger Roar blade, a hint of joy appearing on his stern face.

Nice knife!

This time, it was his turn to taste the sharpness of the tool.

Behind him, half of Duan Wei's palm was cut off, the blade was flush, and the iron claws he had worked so hard to obtain were unable to protect him.

Duan Wei's fingers were connected to his heart. His face turned pale with beads of sweat dripping down his face. He gritted his teeth and didn't utter a single cry of pain.

If he uses this move, he will certainly be powerless to continue. If he hesitates at this moment, he will definitely lose the opportunity to fight.

Duan Wei's eyes flashed fiercely, and he controlled the dark wind with his left hand to pounce on Xiang Yuan. They were both in the awakening stage, and he judged Xiang Yuan by himself and guessed that Xiang Yuan's spiritual energy was exhausted. He used half of his palm to exchange for Xiang Yuan's life, which was not a loss, but a gain.

Xiang Yuan snorted coldly, left the game coldly, came back online calmly, grabbed a scroll of calligraphy, and fought with Duan Wei with a knife.

The spirit is full of energy, so there is no sign of exhaustion.

Duan Wei only exchanged three or five moves before he realized something was going on. He suppressed his doubts and decisively chose to run away.

He pretended to be weak and hastily revealed a flaw. When Xiang Yuan swung his sword at him, he used exquisite footwork, raised the cold wind and rushed straight to the road leading to the outside of the village.

Don't chase a desperate enemy. Xiang Yuan did not chase after him. He raised the ink treasure in his hand, with strength reaching his waist and abdomen, and he was like a fully drawn bow, and his long sword was like an arrow, shooting straight at Duan Wei.

The long sword pierced through the calligraphy, tearing the wind and catching up with Duan Wei. The righteous spirit dispelled the negative energy, and the tiger-roaring blade emerged from Duan Wei's chest.

This promising senior brother of the inner sect staggered forward, spitting blood, and fell to the ground with unwilling eyes.

Soldiers are the track!
Xiang Yuan walked forward slowly, then suddenly accelerated three meters away, drew out the Tiger Roaring Knife, and jumped away.

Duan Wei was still breathing hard, as he raised a dark wind with one hand, transforming into countless skeleton shadows, intending to die together with Xiang Yuan.

Even if it's not possible, a heavy blow is also good.

Xiang Yuan retreated step by step, using his calligraphy to dispel the evil wind. He did nothing else but killed the bleeding Duan Wei.

Looking at the latter's self-immolating body, Xiang Yuan shook his head slightly: "Pretending to be dead is good, but you Huangquan Dao... remember to pretend to be ashes when you pretend to be dead in the next life, maybe I will believe it."

After saying that, he strode to the shadow of the Yellow Springs Mother Tree.

There were ghostly shadows everywhere in the root system. Even if they were just projections, one could still sense the terrifying aura of these ghosts. It was speculated that Duan Wei must have used the aura of an old ghost among them to offer sacrifices to the ghosts and gods.

There is also Huangquan's unique Yin energy. If it can be borrowed for one's own use, the power of the simulated Three Yin Book of Life and Death will surely be reached to a higher level.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yuan did not hesitate and directly destroyed the four red lights, broke the formation magic weapon, and raised the projection of the Yellow Spring Mother Tree.

He had no wish to exchange four hundred lives for the Three Yin Book of Life and Death. He despised it and felt it was dirty.

Once the formation was broken, the projection of the Yellow Springs Mother Tree disappeared, and the blood-colored root veins all around also disappeared. More than 400 people in Songjiazhuang breathed evenly and slept very well. They only had a nightmare and didn't know that they almost lost their lives.

"If I leave it alone, the adults will be fine, but the old and the young will definitely catch a cold. But with so many people, I can't move them all..."

Xiang Yuan had a very dark face. Others were chivalrous and righteous, and the villagers provided them with food and drink, and they even worked like slaves in this life. But for him, he had to carry more than 400 sacks in a row.

Obviously the funny guy is not online, so why does the style of the painting become distorted?
Just as he was speechlessly preparing to take action, a large group of footsteps sounded.

There are experts too!

Xiang Yuan's face darkened and he turned cold-blooded, fighting the enemy with his insufficient spiritual energy, hoping to catch the enemy off guard and fight his way out.

From the beginning till now, there has been no Wang Wenxu hiding in the dark in his plans.

The footsteps were approaching. They were a group of knights dressed in martial arts costumes. They were all young, both men and women, Taoists and Buddhists. Their uniforms were in disarray and they were making a lot of noise.

"The black robe of Huangquan Dao is him!"

Everyone saw that Xiang Yuan had cold eyes and a face full of murderous intent. He didn't look at people's faces, but only at their necks, chests, abdomens and other vital parts. Under pressure, they drew their weapons and wanted to exorcise the demon.

A strong monk stepped forward, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, everyone, please take a closer look. Although this donor is wearing a black robe, he has a great spirit inside. He must be the one who protected everyone in Songjiazhuang."

"It's true. There's words all over him."

(End of this chapter)