Embers of Sword

Chapter 493 Beheading the Corpse
Dark clouds obscured the sky, and the sound of the zither was mournful.

The flowing light dancing in the main hall was enveloped by the sound of the zither, and the battle resumed.

Qian San put down the Heart-Soothing Flute, his expression grim, and murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

the other side.

Qin Qianlian also turned around and gripped the thunder in her palm.

The enormous dark cloud eventually slowly descended to the ground, and the group from the Heavenly Puppet Sect landed in front of the main hall's main entrance.

The leader was a thin cultivator draped in a black feather cloak, standing side by side with the woman playing the zither. On either side, the Corpse Daoist and Dog Daoist, the "capable henchmen" under the command of the Ink Daoist, bowed and served him. Then, dozens of disciples of the Heavenly Puppet Sect stood respectfully and dispersed.

"The Plague Taoist".

Qian San narrowed his eyes and slowly spoke.

He recognized the leader, clad in a black feather cloak, as Mo Daoren's eldest disciple. The sect leaders of the three major sects in the Southern Frontier were trapped by the interrupted Great Dao and unable to achieve Yang Shen status. Therefore, they hid in the deep mountains, rarely appearing in public. Over the years, they had been biding their time and cultivating a group of quite powerful juniors.

For example, the eldest disciple of the White Demon, the White Crane Daoist, named "Renzu."

The man before them was a heretical cultivator who had reached the pinnacle of Yin Spirit cultivation, on par with Daoist Baihe, and was also Daoist Mo's top disciple.

"Manager Qian, it's been a long time."

The Plague Taoist smiled and spoke.

The Heavenly Puppet Sect usually hides deep in the mountains, but in recent years they have ventured out.

By chance.

He once left southern Xinjiang for Li Kingdom and had a brief encounter with Qian San...

Of course, at that time, Qian San was still the manager of Fangyuanfang in Liguo and had not yet returned to Da Chu.

"Miss Qin, this is an old friend of mine."

The Plague Taoist stood with his hands behind his back, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze. He looked at Qian San with a soft gaze, as if he were seeing a long-lost friend.

only.

The conversation took a sudden turn.

With a smile, the Plague Taoist said seriously, "I don't care how Miss Qin deals with the others... but this person is someone I'll leave to kill."

The spring breeze has dissipated, leaving only the chill of winter.

The dark cloud that had been carrying the disciples of the Heavenly Puppet Sect gradually dissipated, and a thick fog enveloped the main hall and the surrounding hundred feet.

"understood."

The woman playing the zither spoke expressionlessly, then plucked the strings heavily, and the sound suddenly became sharp, like a sudden storm.

In an instant, dozens of energy blades spun through the air—

"His!"

Near the main hall, several cultivators from Xuanzhui Mountain exploded, turning into a bloody mist.

The ambergris they were fighting over was also caught up in the cyclone.

The woman playing the zither pressed down on the strings, preparing to retrieve the treasure. The next moment, the main hall was illuminated by lightning. Qin Qianlian unleashed his Palm Lightning, the lightning transforming into a long whip that crashed down heavily, shattering the Qi string. But this was not the end. This time, the Righteous Heart Lightning shot directly out of the main hall, striking the place where the dark clouds were hanging down.

The disciples of the Heavenly Puppet Sect scattered in horror, but some were still struck by lightning and died on the spot.

The dark hall was illuminated by lightning.

Only then did the people of the Heavenly Puppet Sect get a clear look at the white-clad figure.

"Qin Qianlian?"

The Corpse Taoist was deathly pale, terrified.

Tonight's attack on Qingfu Mountain was a sure thing for the Corpse Daoist, who thought he could catch them off guard. However, although the attack succeeded, his own men suffered heavy casualties. Qin Qianlian was simply a madman who fought his way out of the Blood Refining Array and almost killed him on the spot... Fortunately, he ran fast, otherwise he would have become a ghost under the lightning spell.

It’s not that enemies don’t get together.

"It's true that mountains and rivers bring us together again."

Qin Qianlian withdrew his lightning technique and said expressionlessly, "Corpse Daoist, we meet again."

"...It is quite a coincidence."

Corpse Daoist responded with a forced smile, subtly moving closer to Plague Daoist: "Senior Brother... this person is Qin Qianlian."

"A Taoist genius of the Longevity Sect."

The Plague Taoist smiled and said, "I've heard of you before, and seeing you today, I can see you're indeed extraordinary."

"The one whose surname is Qian."

Qin Qianlian weighed the ambergris incense in his hand and whispered, "If you don't take these treasures soon, the evil sect cultivators will take them for you."

See this scene.

Qian San no longer hesitated. He sighed and formed a hand seal. His robe swept out a stream of light, and thousands of colorful rays cascaded from the ground, turning into thin lines of fire that swept and grabbed the "soulless" cultivators who were fighting. At the same time, they also entangled the suspended treasures. If the woman playing the zither had not arrived, the Heart-Soothing Flute might have been able to control the situation... but now it was not so simple.

The Heavenly Puppet Sect will surely storm into the main hall, wreak havoc, and vie for the secret treasure.

These guys are different from the "armored giants"; they can't be stopped by destroying the array's core.

As soon as the flames from Qian San's sleeves shot out, the Tiankui Sect cultivators on the other side of the dark clouds suddenly erupted in a frenzy.

"Kill! Kill them all!"

The Plague Taoist spoke in a low voice.

He had spotted the grand hall from afar during a time of chaos. A sweep of his divine sense revealed a shocking truth: each of the armored giants possessed a Yin spirit physique… Seizing the hall's treasures from these Yin spirit giants would be no easy task, but it was truly a case of finding something without effort. By the time he arrived, everything had calmed down; now, all he needed to do was kill and steal the treasures.

Is there anything simpler in this world?

In an instant, dark clouds and blazing fire collided.

Rumble!
The already chaotic hall was completely drowned out by the sounds of fighting—

Qin Baihuang took a deep breath, remained calm, and took the initiative to retreat to the back. He took out the array artifact and arranged for a group of disciples from the Refining Division to place array flags at the back of the main hall.

The disciples of Changshengzhai and the cultivators of Beijun were fighting against the "corpse puppets" created by Tiankui Sect. The Venerable Baocheng, who had lost an arm, took the "dragon saliva incense" thrown by Qian San and swallowed it without hesitation. Then he stopped the Dog Daoist who had deliberately crashed into the main hall.

A dazzling thunderclap resounded across the heavens.

Qin Qianlian took the initiative to attack the Corpse Daoist. Tonight's attack resulted in the deaths and injuries of nearly half of the Changshengzhai disciples. He chased him for a hundred miles to this place, all for the purpose of beheading the Corpse Daoist.

Zhengxin Lei, having calmed down, actually left his post and deliberately crashed into the dark clouds!
"Senior brother, save me!"

The Corpse Taoist screamed in horror.

He didn't enter the hall to fight like the Dog Daoist because he was afraid of Qin Qianlian... He never expected that this madman would chase him out of the hall just to kill him.
The Plague Taoist stared expressionlessly at the lightning bolt that entered the formation.

The black feather cloak he wore was billowed by the wind and turned white by the lightning.

After a moment's thought.

Plague Taoist reached out and grabbed Corpse Taoist by the collar, using his supernatural powers to restrain him. The next moment, he deliberately threw him toward the lightning!

"???"

The Corpse Taoist was deathly pale.

He never expected his senior brother to treat him like this.

The moment the Corpse Taoist was thrown out, the Plague Taoist raised his palm and, without hesitation, struck Qin Qianlian—

This is a life in exchange for life!
He didn't care at all about the death of the Corpse Daoist.

If Qin Qianlian insists on killing the Corpse Daoist, then he will kill Qin Qianlian!
Lightning converged into a blade, piercing the Corpse Daoist's brow. Without hesitation, Qin Qianlian decisively used "Righteous Heart Lightning" to penetrate the Corpse Daoist's divine sea, instantly killing the culprit who had attacked Qingfu Mountain! Not even a trace of his soul remained! The Righteous Heart Lightning detonated immediately after piercing the brow, and the Corpse Daoist's hunched body exploded violently—

for exchange.

Qin Qianlian was struck by the Plague Taoist's palm, and the pure white lightning was instantly stained with a layer of plague-like filth.

He groaned and retreated back into the main hall.

"Brother Qin, what a fine demeanor you possess!"

Looking at the corpses of the Corpse Daoist falling from the sky, the Plague Daoist felt no sadness or grief. Instead, he clapped his hands and laughed, applauding the lightning spell he had just used.

It was as if the one who had died was not his junior brother, but a complete stranger.

Having cultivated together in the Heavenly Puppet Sect, he and the Corpse Daoist had a friendship spanning decades.

Decades of friendship.

It wasn't entirely without merit... The Plague Daoist let the blood rain fall on him, then withdrew his divine sense and felt the remaining "warmth" of his junior brother, thus fulfilling his duty as a fellow disciple.

The Plague Taoist stretched out his palm, staring at his pitch-black palm, where bloodstains fell.

He remarked with emotion, "The Taoist sect hasn't seen such a decisive and ruthless figure in a long time... He'd rather die than let his enemy die. He's truly admirable."

"..."

Qin Qianlian's face was slightly pale, but his eyes were full of disgust.

This plague-ridden Taoist is truly disgusting... What he detests most is this filthy, gloomy, hypocritical person.

The Corpse Taoist was respectful when he came to Qingfu Mountain during the day, but he didn't hesitate at all when he attacked him at night.

In terms of darkness and ugliness... the Plague Taoist at this moment is even worse than the Corpse Taoist.

The three major commodities are all of this kind.

No wonder they wanted to exorcise the demon!

These guys should all be wiped out!
"You have been struck by my 'Great Plague Palm'."

The Plague Daoist said regretfully, "Without an antidote, at most half an hour, they will bleed from all seven orifices and their divine sea will rupture... If Fellow Daoist Qin is willing to take the lead in giving up the struggle as a warning to others, I can make an exception and spare the life of the Changshengzhai disciple."

"Is it?"

Qin Qianlian coldly said, "If you are willing to offer your neck for slaughter, I can spare the lives of these cultivators from the Heavenly Puppet Sect."

The Plague Taoist was taken aback.

A chill flashed in his eyes, which he suppressed with difficulty, and he lowered his head and smiled, "...Miss Qin?"

"The main hall must not be damaged."

The woman playing the zither said expressionlessly, "The rest is none of my business."

"clear."

The Plague Taoist said softly, "Please ask Miss Qin to take good care of my other junior brother. I will be right back."

The words fell to the ground.

He formed a hand seal, then raised his palm and gestured from afar!
Qin Qianlian's protective lightning was now tinged with black. He groaned again, clearly feeling an irresistible "pulling force" coming from his body, as if it was trying to drag him out of the main hall.

Take a deep breath.

Qin Qianlian cleared his mind and organized his thoughts.

He decided to grant the plague priest's wish.

Qin Qianlian rode the lightning and charged out again, deliberately crashing into the dark Dao Domain where the Plague Daoist was located. The two Dao Domains, one black and one white, collided and instantly turned into streams of light, entangled and fighting as they went far away.

"..."

The woman playing the zither watched this scene in silence, her fingers pausing for a moment before continuing.

The battle raged fiercely in the main hall at that moment.

Those disciples of the Longevity Sect wanted to leave as well after seeing their Uncle Qianlian depart, but they were all suppressed by the sound of the zither in the great formation.

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