Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 591 Slaughter

Before Yinshan.

In the distance, the ever-fluctuating blue-yellow light of the earth emanates from the land. The battle between the evil land and the ancient ship remains confined to the pure land, yet its impact is immense.

The land south of Daidi was transformed into a desolate wasteland, barren of vegetation and filled with rolling yellow sand. Many herders knelt in panic, praying to heaven, but one by one they could only fall in the sandstorm.

The earth cracked open, and demons and monsters emerged from the shadows, roaming freely in the sandstorm, but all of them avoided the battlefield and fled outwards.

The river of blood surges and flows ceaselessly.

Feng Yan's gaze was deep and unfathomable. His various injuries were slowly healing, though his platinum armor was somewhat dull. His blood energy surged, making him shine like the midday sun. In contrast, the three people on the other side were all injured and in far worse condition than him.

Arashiyama wielded the [Heavenly Departure Axe], a powerful fire-based spiritual treasure specializing in attack and causing the most damage to Feng Yan. However, it was difficult to suppress the opponent's recovery speed.

Fu Yun appeared, his robes tattered and dripping with blood. He fell into the air and transformed into white cranes, flying away. The terrifying divine intent emanated from his body, and the interplay of light and dark forces greatly diminished his aura.

The spiritual clouds rose up, from which nine mysterious pearls condensed, carrying illusory true qi light that shot out like rain, striking Feng Yan.

A mysterious token rose up, bearing the pattern of the Black Tortoise. It was none other than the spiritual treasure of Mu Wushan, the [Taihe Black Tortoise Token]. It was this token that his elder, the [Xuya] True Man, held in his possession before being killed by Feng Yan.

Ignoring his injuries, Fu Yun coldly looked around and began chanting a prayer. A Taoist altar materialized out of thin air, and the Xuan Token landed above it.

He began chanting around the altar, the rhythm ethereal, his figure mysterious, and with each step he took, there was a scene of visiting immortals in the Jade Capital and the opening of the Golden Palace Gate, with a vast and powerful aura faintly descending from the void.

"The Great Dao is profound and mysterious; all thoughts resonate with it. By refining one's essence, one enters the realm of immortals, thus achieving an immaculate body."

As he continued chanting the Taoist scriptures, the energy within the void grew increasingly terrifying, and the vast true energy and spiritual light were drawn down by the [Taihe Xuanwu Decree].

【Nian Xuanzhen】

Feng Yan seemed to sense something was wrong. He swung his fists and charged like a meteor, only to collide with the King of Lanshan's Fire-Burning Axe. Instantly, billowing apricot-yellow and vermilion fire rose and burned.

He paid no attention, his hand glowing with blood-red light as he broke through the treasure axe. Above him, another figure clad in azure armor charged forward, accompanied by surging thunder that struck the vengeful spirits.

Feng Yan roared, his blood energy radiating, and he unleashed a punch that shattered the lightning in the sky. Meanwhile, cracks like those on porcelain appeared on Zhuoxie's body.

The Heavenly Fire Net descended instantly, binding him tightly. Lanshan seemed to have used all his strength in this move, and its power far surpassed that of the past. Even Feng Yan would find it difficult to break free in the short term.

[Falling into the net]

Sensing the terrifying aura emanating from the other end of the Fire Net, Lanshan dared not hesitate and immediately summoned a jade bottle from which flowed a dark blue-black gel.

This object seems to belong to Guangmu, but it has fallen into the net of Li Huo, instantly causing the fire to burn even more fiercely. The bluish-black colloid has become scorching and viscous, tightly binding the wind within.

Taking advantage of this moment, the fire attached itself to the opponent's armor, rising up in a fiery display, almost merging with the platinum armor.

[Attached: Saint Li]

If Ding Fire is extremely adept at attaching itself to human life, then Li Fire is even more capable of attaching itself to objects, phenomena, and even spells. The effect of 【Attaching to the Holy Beauty】 is to bring this characteristic to its extreme, not only burning the solid but also refining the illusory.

The blood energy phenomenon beside the opponent was absorbed by the fire and burned away, leaving only a figure trapped in a net and bound with wood glue.

Without hesitation, Zhuoxie suppressed his internal injuries, pointed the [Change of Year] wooden sword in his hand forward, and the primordial wood energy was generated, which was enhanced by the nature of thunder. At the same time, a thunderous sound like the awakening of insects rang out.

[Awakening of Insects and Crying]

The long-hidden third supernatural power manifested. Although it was not as powerful as Zhen Lei's [Zhen Tian Qu], this [Qi Zhe Ming] had the effect of startling the soul and disturbing the spiritual consciousness.

As Zhuo Xie made his move, the figure trapped in the Li Huo Luo Wang indeed swayed, and blood flowed from both ears.

Arashiyama suddenly rose up, his body transforming into a beam of light. The [Heavenly Separation Axe] in his hand shone with brilliant light, wave after wave, its power increasing rapidly and almost without ceasing.

[Ming Lianghui]

The great axe of fire slashed down, aiming straight for Feng Yan's neck. Then, a wooden sword, crackling with lightning, pierced out, heading straight for his heart. But Feng Yan, trapped in the fire net, did not move at all, seemingly firmly bound.

"cut!"

Arashiyama roared, and in an instant the sky transformed into a blazing inferno, scorching hot as if it were midsummer, making the fiery glow on his axe even more imbued with the power of the sun.

[Scorching Summer]

The nature of fire is to follow the two yangs. It uses "lesser yang" to represent the transformation of yin within yang, and "greater yang" to represent the bright summer. Therefore, this fire has rarely declined in history. When the Great Xia Dynasty rose, it attached itself to the sun, and when the East China Flower opened, it followed the example of lesser yang.

At this moment, this person, who had fought for many years and possessed profound cultivation, and whose Li Huo cultivation was nearing perfection, was exerting his full power. With another high-level cultivator from Shangxiao supporting him, the power naturally reached an extremely terrifying level.

Feng Yan's head was instantly shattered by the two weapons, but his body remained completely still, as steady as Mount Tai. His armor peeled off inch by inch and was put away by him. Xuan light flowed, and his lower body transformed into a pure white dragon and snake body.

Blood and energy quickly surged from his neck, reshaping his head, while the general merely glanced coldly at the people around him.

"Have you had enough trouble?"

Feng Chang took a deep breath, and a strong wind rose up, blowing away the net of fire. The blood energy around him almost solidified, and the wood glue that had been entangled was burned away by bursts of blood fire.

He gently shook his wrist, and the Taiyin Spirit Bracelet finally shone brightly, an aura that could ward off calamity swirling around him. He slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of divine and majestic eyes.

"It's my turn."

He slowly twisted his body, assuming an ancient fist stance, while countless blood-red clouds rose up between heaven and earth, piercing the sky, and a soul-stirring pressure descended.

At this moment, Feng Yan spat out a mouthful of foul blood, and long, blood-red hairs grew on his left side, looking extremely eerie. However, they were burned away by a burst of blood fire in an instant.

He suddenly exerted his strength, slamming his fist down with a roar:
"[The Heavens Open]!"

The entire sky was torn apart by a vast divine will, and a force as powerful as the sun and moon descended from the sky, directly facing the three cultivators present. Then, King Lanshan summoned a treasure umbrella with a strong golden light to protect them.

The umbrella opened, rose into the sky, changed from golden white to deep red, transformed into a perfect circle, and slowly rotated, resisting that powerful fist force.

Boom!

The Qianjin spiritual treasure, the Qianyang Umbrella, was instantly knocked askew. A bloody shadow fell from the sky, and when the umbrella was opened, a torrent of blood flowed towards Fuyun, who was still chanting sutras at the altar.

Feng Yan's figure suddenly appeared from the blood river. He punched out, and the void shattered and collapsed inch by inch, leaving only the altar in front of him and Fu Yun standing there.

"Disciple Zhang Wenkong respectfully requests that the late master bestow his divine powers."

Fu Yun's voice suddenly rang out, and a bright and dazzling star rose from the void, surrounded by the light of true qi. It was none other than the [Xuanzhen] star, which represented the true qi in its proper position.

A vast expanse of true energy surged forth, empowering Fu Yun. His eyes turned completely white, while his supernatural powers continued to rise, approaching their peak from the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm!

Fu Yun reached out and deflected the opponent's punch with a circular motion. A smile appeared on his lips, and his demeanor changed drastically, as if he were a completely different person from before.

"Who are you, you old ghost?!"

Feng Yan roared and clenched his fists, slamming them down towards the opponent's head. But a radiant platform, where white cranes perched, rose out of thin air, and the light of true qi subduing demons erupted from above, overturning him.

Ascension Platform

"What a temper."

Fu Yun spoke leisurely. At this moment, under the blessing of that true Qi light, his cultivation was infinitely close to the peak of the Purple Mansion. The one who truly controlled this body was the ancestor enshrined in the Ancestral Hall.

“Xuya is my third-generation disciple. You killed him, and there are consequences for that. So, I have come today.”

Fu Yun's gaze grew colder. He raised his hand and summoned the [Taihe Xuanwu Token]. At the same time, he summoned a jade sword with crane patterns, surrounded by water and fire. The pure and immaculate light he received enhanced his body, preventing the opponent's blood cloud from getting close.

【Immaculate Body】

"He bumped into me himself, so it's not my fault."

Feng Yan's tone grew colder as he looked around. His agile dragon-snake body swayed slowly, like the Yi line in Tai Chi, naturally carrying the ultimate Daoist charm.

"As expected, it is Fu Yi Xuan blood. Even if it is a descendant of the Great Sage, it is probably inferior. It should be the top-level demon blood."

Fu Yun seemed to be praising him, but these words only made Feng Yan's expression grow colder. Blood clouds rose, and Feng Yan stood alone, while the surrounding Purple Mansions had already surrounded him again. A cry of alarm seemed to come from afar, and a surge of pure energy was seen being slashed down by a Gengjin sword light.

"Du Tu, you're useless!"

He cursed, seemingly having made up his mind, and looked coldly at the men surrounding him:

“Today, one of you will die here.”

Feng Yan raised his hand, and a series of booming sounds came from the void, as if something extremely heavy was being dragged. The Xuanqing Qi flowed continuously, with the effect of changing Yin and Yang and elucidating the Five Virtues.

The azure aura dissipated, revealing a long spear at its center.

This gun has an ancient design; the spearhead is like a ball of blue light, while the shaft is simply carved from a tree branch from the mortal world, without any other supernatural features.

Feng Yan slowly gripped the spear, pointed it at the cultivators before him, and calmly said:
"Since you want to stop me, then let me see your resolve."
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Shengle.

Within the city, a pure land radiates light, and the sound of rebirth echoes throughout. The few mortals who originally lived around the city were converted and entered a radiant and brilliant land of liberation.

A majestic golden statue, its chest and abdomen exposed and draped in a white lotus robe, sat in the city, with hundreds of arms growing from its back to support the entire sacred land. But now, its arms were being cut off one after another.

A bolt of lightning flashed, cleaving through everything in one stroke.

Clad in golden armor, Wei Hua possessed a majestic and imposing presence. As the de facto master of the Great Li Thunder Department, his cultivation was extraordinary. Although he was currently far from the Li Land and no longer blessed by the divine path, having fallen to the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm, dealing with this Bodhi level one master before him was still a piece of cake.

He wielded a long, crescent-shaped blade wreathed in golden lightning, wielding it with impenetrable speed and bursts of golden thunder, so fast it blurred the viewer's vision. In an instant, he severed the hundred or so arms of the golden body.

"[Di'an], why aren't you helping me!"

The golden statue of the Bodhisattva below let out a mournful cry. At this moment, a ball of azure lightning shot down from the sky. It was a Purple Mansion cultivator who had cultivated the Dao of Heavenly Thunder and already possessed two supernatural powers.

The Dao of Thunder and Lightning takes the Upper Heaven of the Great Li as its orthodox lineage. However, there are also lineages within the Liao region, but they are more primitive Daoist practices, far inferior to the wondrous connection between Heaven and Man in the Upper Heaven.

Then a man with a bare upper body, embroidered with divine patterns, stepped out, holding a long cone in his hand. He activated the weapon, and a light rain of thunder and lightning fell, while dark thunder surged in the sky, striking the old general.

【You Yuting】

Wei Hua had a full head of white hair and an aged face, and he looked no longer in his prime. However, his experience in combat and even his cultivation level were far superior to these newly promoted Purple Mansion cultivators.

Not to mention that his divine thunder cultivation technique is of a high grade, and he also has the supplement of the Xuan Shu lineage, which is far superior to those thunder cultivators who started halfway through their careers.

With a single slash, golden lightning pierced the sky, rising like the sun, instantly wiping out the thunder and rain.

Wei Hua dragged his sword as he moved, using the wondrous speed of the "As the Law Commands" technique to dodge and weave across the majestic golden body, allowing the opponent's arm to strike him without ever touching him.

In the blink of an eye, he was standing on the smooth, golden crown of the heavens, and without the slightest hesitation, he slashed down with his sword.

Boom!

Golden divine lightning burst forth, like thousands of swords piercing into the golden body of the monk. The entire Pure Land began to shake violently. When the golden light dissipated, a monk's head was seen to have been vertically severed, revealing a white lotus inside.

"【Minglian】!"

The ancestral spirit named Di'an had a gloomy expression. The Thunder of Heaven he cultivated was the lowest grade, not to mention that this path was not good at direct combat. How could he withstand the opponent?

Seeing this great master of the Daoist lineage in peril, Di'an was truly anxious and could only look towards another battlefield, urgently calling out:
"[Slaughtering Demon], come to our aid at once!"

In the distance, billowing evil energy surged into the sky, shattering a patch of starlight. Emerging from the void, a girl in a blood-red dress emerged, her eyes gleaming with excitement. In her hands were a pair of strangely shaped long blades, resembling coiled snakes, gleaming with a metallic sheen.

She slashed with her twin blades, and a cloud of blood mist exploded in front of her. From it fell an old cultivator dressed in purple, with a slender face and an air of otherworldly grace. However, his cultivation was truly inadequate. He unleashed a dark, ethereal light, but it was instantly cleaved in two.

【Huanyuan】True Man, Zhang Xuyuan, is in the early stage of the Purple Mansion realm, which is associated with the Wood element, and has barely cultivated two supernatural powers.

As the only Purple Mansion in the Zhang family, he originally had a thousand reasons not to go to the battlefield, but for the sake of his descendants' future, he had no choice but to go to Kunwei. He originally had a lucky thought, but how could he hide it from that National Preceptor Qi?

He pretended to be in seclusion at home and intended not to come out, but suddenly lotus flowers bloomed in his cave, which startled Huan Yuan so much that he immediately volunteered to go to the battlefield.

A beautiful young woman in a blood-red dress charged in with a playful laugh, her two blades slashing across the ground, unleashing a burst of gray-white light and a murderous aura.

"not good!"

Huan Yuan's expression changed drastically. He felt a chill in his intestines, as if a sharp weapon was about to cut him open. He gritted his teeth and took out a small figure made of willow branches.

As the eerie light of the forbidden wood rose, the willow-man was instantly split in two, and he seized the opportunity to retreat. However, the murderer stared intently at him, then raised his weapon with a grin and charged at him.

The void shifted, and gray mist dissipated. Han Chenzi, dressed in a silver-gray star-patterned Daoist robe, stepped out, picked up Huan Yuan, and shifted his position backward with her, pulling her away in an instant.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Huan Yuan looked surprised and uneasy, as if she was frightened by the murderous aura.

Han Chenzi, standing to the side, had an unfriendly expression. He slowly raised a star chart in his hand and subtly sensed the aura of the old cultivator beside him, feeling a surge of dissatisfaction.

'You old good-for-nothing, what are you doing here!'

But with a formidable enemy at hand, he had to swallow all the words he wanted to say, no matter how much he wanted to curse.

The girl in the blood-red dress smiled wildly, with a breathtaking beauty and a murderous aura. Even the many believers in the Pure Land were blown apart by this supernatural power and turned into blood mist.

A deep, dark abyss appeared behind it, taking in countless starlight, as if coiled serpents were emerging and intertwining.

A flush rose on Sha Nie's pale face. He extended his long, blood-red tongue and gently licked the corner of his mouth, revealing the aura of a mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivator. A terrifying demonic light also arose.

"The inheritance of the Immortal Path of [Sinking Abyss] was stolen by your Demonic Land and made into the true name of this demonic form. Truly..."

Han Chenzi's gaze was deep. He looked back and saw that the Divine General Wei Hua was about to suppress the Great Master and the Ancestral Spirit. His heart gradually calmed down.

Just drag it out until Weihua makes a move.

When it comes to preserving his life, he cultivates the Great Dao of Yuqing, which is the ancient "Xuqi" (Void Qi), the way of spatial transformation, and is most adept at escaping.

My only fear is being possessed.

Every person facing the demonic possession of pleasure experiences this pressure. Demonic possession is no joke, especially with the blessing of a True Lord.

Who will die first?

With a sly laugh, the wind lifted her blood-red dress, revealing her slender figure, which seemed completely out of place with the pair of huge, strange gold-plated serpent blades in her hands.

Countless hot winds began to blow out from the abyss behind her, as if from the depths of the underworld, and a naked female corpse with the same appearance and figure as her slowly crawled out.

The monstrous corpse fell with the wind, and upon merging with it, red lines appeared on the originally porcelain-white face of the murderous creature, and a drought-like aura arose around it.

The power of evil spirits, [the demon's wrath].

The drought demon emerged from the earth, and the world suffered a great drought. But after this strange phenomenon, a dark ray of sunlight floated in the abyss of the earth, and a few black feathers could be faintly seen.

In the past, when Jiaoyang reaffirmed his mastery of the Great Dao, his pursuit of the supreme power of the Sun's malevolent energy was realized through this divine ability, which was adapted into the "Drought as Torture".

The murderer drew his sword, his face like a demonic corpse, and a wave of heat emanated from the heavens and earth. The oppressive aura caused Han Chenzi and Huan Yuan to change color.

Any one of the Six Desires Demon Forms is at the level of a direct descendant of the Golden Core stage, or even stronger. With their current cultivation levels, it is already extremely difficult for them to remain alive. If it weren't for the protection of their Void Qi, they would have been killed long ago.

The Killer was getting bored and no longer wanted to play around. He stepped through the air and attacked, his Golden Serpent Blade tightly binding Huan Yuan. Huan Yuan opened her mouth and spat out a burst of demonic light that surrounded Huan Yuan's face.

The old master was immediately in trouble. His eyes were unfocused, and he barely managed to activate his supernatural powers. Strands of wood spirits shot out to stop the murderous aggressor, but the demonic energy in his own eyes grew even stronger.

Han Chenzi's expression changed drastically, and he wished he could kick this person away.

'That old man, he's always putting on airs, but he's a complete hindrance when it comes to actually doing something!'

(End of this chapter)