One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 291: No Lights in the Ghost Castle

Those who were still standing on Bai Zhi's floating cloud scarf seemed to be hit by a rolling wave of fire. They were blown away in an instant, scattered and fell into the mountains below in the sunlight.

Each of these people had a magical weapon or treasure on them, and they instinctively controlled it to extinguish the fire on their bodies.

But they simply couldn't do it. Someone took out the Youquan and drank it, but it only suppressed the effect for a while. Soon the effect of the Youquan disappeared, and the whole person began to burn quickly.

Some people hid in the ground, trying to combine the magic power in the talismans in their bodies with the earth's nature to extinguish the flames in their bodies, but their whole body was still burning after hiding in the ground, and finally they died in the earth.

Some people even took out magical tools such as substitute dolls, trying to transfer the magic on their bodies. However, the doll in his hand started to burn, and the flame on his body did not move away. At the moment when he wanted to transfer the flame away, he found that the flame was not only overbearing, but also heavy, pressing on his body and burning.

These foundation-building monks screamed in agony, and at this moment, they all used their abilities to escape for their lives. They could hardly see the road ahead, the sky, or the mountains. Only flames filled their consciousness and pupils.

Bai Wuhen was extremely shocked.

He had felt the sense of suppression before, and felt that Zhao Fuyun here was good at suppressing people. The closer they were to him, the stronger the suppression became. As for the flames, they could also feel it, but after all, they had not experienced it personally.

And now, with the light of the fire shining down, there was almost no way to escape in an instant. Not only was the sight impossible to avoid, the light of the fire seemed to be able to shine directly into the body and turn into a raging fire.

He practiced swordsmanship, yearning for the legendary sword that could cut through all kinds of magic. His body was cultivated into an invisible golden body. The last time he was suppressed by Zhao Fuyun, he would have died if he had not cultivated this kind of physical body. But now, he felt that his body was like refined metal, melting rapidly. To outsiders, his body looked like a wax figure, with liquid flowing down.

"Brother Wuhen, save me, Brother Wuhen..."

Bai Wuhen heard Xu Daiyu's screams. He opened his eyes and managed to see that not far from him, Xu Daiyu's delicate and fair body had been burned to charcoal.

He was in so much pain that he could no longer hold back and shouted, "Mr. Zhao, all the hatred is because of me. Let them go, but just burn me."

All he could hear were various screams from afar, but no answer from Zhao Fuyun.

Among the other Purple Mansion cultivators, Jing Yuan was the first to fly up on his sword. He tried hard to suppress the flames burning in his body.

He also cultivated a kind of magical body that prevented his body from being burned and collapsed when it came into contact with the flames, so he was able to bypass the Demon-Suppressing Wall and fall into the evil lake in front.

The water in the evil lake was extremely cold, and he wanted to use this water to extinguish the flames in his body.

He drank the water from the lake in big gulps, but the flames were burning in his internal organs and in his consciousness.

In the camp under the cliff, Fang Xiaoshan was going to go to the back mountain with the others, but at this moment, he saw a person falling into the lake. His sensitivity to sword intent made him feel that the person who fell into the lake was a sword practitioner. He immediately had an idea and headed towards the evil lake.

Ma Jiu was wearing a linen robe. The method he practiced was passed down from Magu's lineage. He was good at making clothes. His lineage weaved his own Dharma thoughts like clothes. When he combined the evil spirits, he also used this method to integrate the evil spirits. This enabled people of his lineage to better integrate the evil spirits.

However, this method also has a drawback, that is, the talismans formed may not convey the meaning of the Dharma, but often lack that kind of surprise, no spiritual manifestation from deep within the heart, as if they were just embroidering a painting according to a picture.

At this time, the talisman formed in his body emitted a magical light, and the image tried to wrap the flames, but it burned holes in the flames.

He sat there cross-legged, but there was fire coming out of his body.

"Ah!" He finally couldn't help but open his mouth and scream. It was not because of pain, but because he was unwilling to give up. Flames gushed out of his mouth.

Bai Zhi was shocked. He had only seen such a magnificent magic when some Jindan monks performed it.

Moreover, the magic formed by this kind of atmosphere when put into practice is surprisingly overbearing.

At this moment, he even suspected that the person living in the cave was a Jindan cultivator from the Red Flame Divine Sect.

However, he himself has been in the Purple Mansion for many years and is also striving to reach the Golden Core Realm, especially the talismans he made contain the rhythm of mountains and rivers.

The real evil that he combined in the talisman that year was the evil of Xuantu, with the purpose of better mastering the family's 'Sealing Mountains and Commanding Gods to Walk Through the Acupoints' in the future. The magic he practiced also included command spells.

This is a family heirloom of the Bai family, known as the Six Imperial Curses, which are invite, drive away, detain, send away, punish, and kill.

At this moment, flames suddenly burned in his body. He wrapped the floating cloud scarf around his body and fell to the ground, preventing the light from the sky from shining on him. After falling to the ground, his entire aura merged into one with Da Rong.

He sensed that someone had escaped into the ground and was still burned to death, and heard the cries of his nephew's girlfriend before she died.

I felt Taoist Jingyuan flying on his sword to escape.

He turned into a clay statue, with a white cloud covering his body. However, he found that he still could not suppress the flames in his body. The hand of the clay statue suddenly moved, and he waved a picture.

The picture was like a piece of ink gauze, which quickly spread out when it left the hand, as if it grew with the wind and opened with the light, covering the entire mountain range and then floating down to the ground.

"Imperial siege!"

Just as he was about to cast a spell, he heard such an imperial incantation in his heart.

The command spell that he had been brewing in his heart was interrupted in an instant. At the same time, his entire thoughts seemed to be rushed and suppressed at this moment, and they instantly became slow, as if he was tied up.

The fire in his body seemed to be without his own magic power to suppress it, and it quickly spread and burned in his internal organs.

at this time.

A huge man suddenly appeared in the clouds in the eastern sky.

The giant had face paint and was wearing armor.

The man spoke down like a god, "Stop, Ghost Swallowing Castle has issued an order, both families please stop."

Before, a paper man took Bai Wuhen away with a piece of torn paper, but now, there was a god-like man standing in the dark clouds, overlooking the earth, emitting boundless divine power.

At this time, many people in the palace also came to the back mountain. They were shocked when they saw the giant who looked like a god. They were moved: "It's someone from the Ghost Devouring Castle."

Yu Huaian pursed his lips, he was furious. Wei Danfeng from the Ghost Swallowing Castle had clearly said before that he would not help either side, but now he came to rescue people. How could this be called not helping either side?

The sound of his opening not only alarmed the foundation-building monks in the camp, but also gave a glimmer of hope to those who were still struggling in the mountains.

Bai Wuhen was even more surprised. "It's the Ghost Tunbao. My uncle is here."

Bai Zhi sighed in his heart, thinking that from now on, he would have to bow his head when he saw his brother-in-law from the Ghost Swallowing Castle.

Despite this, he still thanked the other party for coming to rescue him at this time, and he would prepare a generous gift when he returned.

However, the voice of the divine general in the clouds seemed to have alarmed the sun in the sky, and the sun's rays flashed and shone directly towards the divine general in the clouds.

The god general's painted face showed a look of rage: "How dare you."

He raised his hand from the clouds to block the light, but he was a step too slow. The light was incredibly fast and had already landed on his face, instantly burning a black hole on his face.

But he didn't seem to care, and the huge hammer in his hand smashed down towards the Demon-Suppressing Wall.

The giant hammer looked extremely heavy. It whistled down and created a strong wind. If it could be brought to the ground, it would probably even crack the mountain wall.

In the direction where the giant hammer was about to fall, some monks flew away in fright like frightened moths and butterflies.

But when they flew away to avoid the wall, the magic rhythm on the giant hammer quickly dissipated in the sunlight, and then suddenly burned up. It turned out to be a bamboo hammer made of bamboo with a layer of paper pasted on it.

The giant in the cloud, who looked like a god, was now burning with flames and tumbling down under the clouds. He turned out to be just a man made of bamboo, with a layer of paper pasted on the surface and paintings on the paper.

Wei Danfeng, who was in the Ghost-Swallowing Castle, was sitting in front of a mirror. In the mirror, he was looking at the mountain with the eyes of the Bamboo-Zha God General.

Suddenly, a fire started and there was a glow in the mirror. When the glow was about to go out, it seemed as if a ray of light was about to penetrate through the void and burn onto the mirror.

Wei Danfeng waved his sleeves, and the flames on the mirror quickly dissipated. At this moment, the fire in the lamp behind him flickered.

He immediately turned around and looked at the light. Faintly, he saw an eye on the flame of the lamp looking at him.

"So brave."

Wei Danfeng was furious. No one had dared to invade his Ghost-Swallowing Castle like this for many years.

"Looking for death." This was Wei Danfeng's second sentence. He had the intention to kill at that moment.

However, at this moment, a sound came from the lamp, and the sound was transmitted through the vast void by the light of the fire.

"The identity of a disciple of Tiandu Mountain is the respect I give you. If you don't recognize it, you are nothing to me. Since you have been guarding the dark for a hundred years, I will not bother you. But please don't bother me again, and don't let me know what evil you have done. I am responsible for inspecting the words and deeds of the disciples of Tiandu Mountain. If I know that you have done evil things by relying on the magic you learned in Tiandu Mountain, I will come to take back your magic."

After hearing this, Wei Danfeng became furious. He opened his mouth and a gust of black evil wind gushed out, and the flames immediately shook and dissipated.

Not only did the light in his room go out, but the wind he exhaled circulated in the castle, and all the lights went out.

Bai Huirou next to her saw all of this. She was a smart woman who knew when to speak and when not to.

At this time, even though she knew that her brother was on the verge of life and death, she did not dare to speak. Her heart was in her throat. She twirled her handkerchief in her hand and looked at Wei Danfeng. In her heart, Wei Danfeng was a first-rate figure under the Golden Dan level.

As long as the golden elixir does not come out, she feels that Wei Danfeng is not afraid of anyone.

As for this Zhao Fuyun, she knew that he was Wei Danfeng's junior, and had entered Tiandu Mountain many years later than Wei Danfeng. In her opinion, Zhao Fuyun was also unknown in the world, but the ability he displayed was so terrifying that even her brother with so many Purple Mansions was no match for him.

Moreover, he could enter the Ghost-Swallowing Castle silently. Could this be the ability of the secret disciples of Tiandu Mountain?

Wei Danfeng's breathing became heavy. He knew very well that there was an Inspection Office in Tiandu Mountain. There were disciples in the office patrolling to see if the people scattered around after coming down from Tiandu Mountain had done anything evil.

"This Zhao Fuyun actually has such an identity." Although he was angry, he thought very calmly.

"Husband, are you okay? Don't get sick from being angry." Bai Huirou said in a low voice.

"It's okay. From today on, no lights are allowed in the fort." Wei Danfeng said.

"Ah, but it's very inconvenient not to light the lights..." Bai Huirou was extremely surprised. She didn't expect Wei Danfeng to be so afraid of Zhao Fuyun.

"The method that Zhao Fuyun practices is quite mysterious. There is no need to rush. After a few days, when my Gang and Sha merge into one and form the golden elixir, I will capture him and refine him into my lamp-bearing divine general. Then I will have him patrol my fort day and night with a lamp." Wei Danfeng said, looking at the darkness outside.

"Then, my brothers..." She couldn't help but ask after all.

"Then there is no other way. Practitioners travel the world, searching for hidden caves, fighting and seeking enlightenment. This is always accompanied by disasters, and it is difficult for them to die of natural causes."

"Your brother and nephew were able to die in a fight, which means their lifelong cultivation was not in vain. It is better than those who sigh on their beds at the end of their lives."

"What's more, dying under the magic of Tiandu Mountain will not bring disgrace to you and your nephew." Wei Danfeng reached out and touched her hair.

He spoke gently, but Bai Huirou felt a chill in her heart. She felt the ruthlessness in Wei Danfeng's bones and the heart that only put cultivation above all else.
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Bai Zhi heard the word "how brave" and nothing else. He had a bad feeling. The mountain was silent, but he could hear the sound of the fire in his body burning his tendons and veins, and smell the fragrance of his own flesh.

He began to despair.

Afterwards, he heard his nephew Bai Wuhen shouting, "Uncle, save me, uncle, save me, uncle, save me, uncle, I don't want to die, Senior Zhao, let me go, I won't dare to do it again, please..."

The sound is getting smaller and smaller...

His consciousness began to blur. He didn't know whether he could no longer hear or his nephew was dead. He regretted that he should have escaped like Jingyuan. Perhaps if he ran away, he might have a chance of survival.

He struggled to stand up, and then his body rolled forward as his feet were burned to charcoal.

It rolled down into a ravine, still burning, and never rose again.

After the sunlight on the mountain wall disappeared into the clouds, a figure appeared in the last afterglow and condensed into a human at the place where Bai Zhi was.

Zhao Fuyun appeared here. He felt that there was a very good thing underground. He felt a sense of danger just now, so he used the suppression method to interrupt the man's control at that moment.

(End of this chapter)