Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 527 Strange Murals

On the other side, Abu, shrouded in thick darkness, stared blankly ahead, seemingly waiting for his companions to reunite with him.

The sounds of thunderous fighting echoed in his ears, and the chaotic footsteps continued to reverberate, as if many people were walking towards him.

The next moment, a figure walked through the darkness and entered. The newcomer was a burly man, none other than Afar.

"Fellow Daoist Aibu, I've finally found you! Someone was impersonating you and attacked me. Luckily..."

Before he finished speaking, blood-red threads suddenly appeared, binding him tightly like steel wires.

With a series of clicking sounds, Afar's body slowly deformed as he struggled, turning into a dark shadow with no facial features or limbs, only a rough outline.

With a swift pull, the crimson threads flashed with light, instantly piercing through the dark shadow and tearing it to shreds.

The shadowy figure was torn into pieces, turning into black mist that disappeared into the darkness.

"Don't even think about escaping." Abu shouted in a low voice, and the blood-red threads followed the black shadow like a shadow.

"Got you." Abu's eyes narrowed, he clasped his hands together, and countless blood-red threads appeared around him, swarming into the darkness.

The sound of clattering echoed in the darkness, like gold threads rubbing against stone.

Abu clasped his hands tightly together, as if he were struggling against someone. Through these blood-red threads, he could clearly sense that the other party was already entangled.

These blood-red threads are an auxiliary supernatural power of his main cultivation technique. They are infused with his essence and blood, making them extremely tough. Even a demon beast would find it difficult to escape once entangled in them.

He had said those words earlier to lure out the enemy in the darkness, and he had already secretly laid a blood-red thread trap around himself, waiting for the enemy to enter so he could capture him.

He knew that their every move was being observed by the other party, and that the other party would definitely not let them gather easily and would surely sabotage them.

Since the opponent can imitate the voices of several people and has previously created paper avatars identical to them using secret techniques, there is a high probability that they will launch a surprise attack that is indistinguishable from the real thing.

He just hadn't expected the other party to be so cautious, using only a shadowy figure.

Fortunately, his crimson threads were able to pinpoint the opponent's location precisely by using the divine sense attached to the shadow.

………………

In the darkness, a monster with disheveled hair, a human body, a ghostly face, and covered in scales was wrapped in countless blood-red threads, like a cocoon enveloping it.

The thread slowly contracted, and a hissing, ear-piercing friction sound rang out continuously.

The next moment, thick black mist seeped out from within, and the blood-red threads softened visibly under the erosion of the black mist, breaking off one after another in no time.

Sensing something amiss, Abu's expression changed slightly. A crimson light burst forth from his hands, and a small crimson sword condensed in his palms, which he then swung into the darkness.

In an instant, the crimson sword appeared out of nowhere in front of the scaled monster.

The monster had just escaped from the crimson threads and hadn't even had time to react before it was struck by the crimson dagger.

Without a sound, the crimson sword pierced straight into the monster's chest, and its scales shattered with a crack.

The monster roared, its body radiating a dazzling black light, and a large amount of black mist surged from its body, enveloping it.

The crimson sword had pierced the monster's scales, but the black light gathered around it acted as a barrier, blocking the sword.

Under the immense power of the crimson sword, the black light barrier visibly twisted and deformed.

Black mist surged up, and under its corrosive influence, the crimson sword trembled slightly.

The monster's face was contorted in rage, and it roared repeatedly, clearly indicating that the crimson sword had already wounded it.

Just then, a ball of dark blue fire came hurtling in from the left.

The monster was locked in a stalemate with the crimson sword, unable to break free, but it sensed the immense power contained within the azure fireball. It roared, and a sphere radiating black light condensed, heading towards the azure fireball.

With a loud bang, the black sphere and the dark blue fireball collided.

The ghostly blue flames instantly engulfed the sphere, and the entire world was covered by the ghostly blue flames, turning into a blue sea of ​​fire.

The black mist surrounding the monster evaporated rapidly under the burning blue flames, and its body melted visibly. Its mouth was open, as if it were roaring, but no sound came out.

The residual power of the ghostly blue flames naturally affected the others as well, but they had already protected their bodies with magical artifacts and were therefore unharmed.

After the monster's body was burned through by the flames, the thick darkness immediately dissipated.

Song Xian quickly withdrew the Taiyin Netherfire, and the dark blue flames that had been burning in the world soon went out without support.

From the very beginning, none of the monster's supernatural powers could escape his notice. Although, like everyone else, his divine sense was limited to a radius of one zhang, his True Eye of Observation saw everything clearly.

That's why he warned Afar to be careful when he was attacked.

He had seen the monster make its move. But as soon as he spoke, he regretted it, because everyone else was blind, and exposing himself at this moment would surely make him a target of the monster.

Others might not be able to provide support, but fortunately, the ghost didn't take his offhand remark to heart.

Later, he witnessed the monster mimicking the voices and shapes of several people to disrupt their movements, which further solidified his resolve to remain hidden.

He pretended to be just like everyone else, but in reality, he was secretly looking for an opportunity.

Once Abu made his move, accurately located the monster's position, and established a stalemate with it, he decisively unleashed the Yin Netherfire, annihilating the monster in one fell swoop.

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"what happened?"

"How is this going?"

After the darkness receded, everyone visibly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the monster's remains in unison. Niss and Afar's voices rang out at the same time.

Because the monster created a variety of chaotic sounds, making it impossible to distinguish between real and false noises, the two had no idea what was going on.

Aibu looked at Song Xian with a meaningful gaze: "It was Fellow Daoist Song who took action to resolve this ghost."

Both of them naturally witnessed Song Xian retracting the Taiyin Netherfire. Their intention was not to ask who killed the monster, but to know the specific process.

Upon hearing this, everyone, including Apu, turned their gazes to Song Xian.

"I heard the roars and fighting of ghosts, which didn't sound fake, so I tried to attack it and luckily killed it," Song Xian casually remarked.

The group didn't know whether to believe it or not, so naturally they didn't press the matter further.

"Could this monster have escaped from that palace?" Afar gazed at the solitary palace in front of him, its doors now open, whereas they had been closed before.

Song Xian remained silent. He had personally witnessed the ghost emerging from within, but he could not speak of it. What puzzled him was that he had not discovered it when he had scanned it with his divine sense earlier.

This ghost isn't an incarnation of the talisman; it has no life force and no spiritual power.

How did it evade the spiritual detection of several people?

He wasn't the only one with the same question; Nice asked directly, "If this monster really came out of there, how come we didn't notice it?"

“Whether it was hiding inside the hall before or not, it’s dead now, so there’s no need to worry about it,” Abu said, and then strode towards the lonely hall.

Because the monster had been hiding inside the main hall and had evaded his divine sense detection, Song Xian was very vigilant and walked at the back of the group. Only after the others had entered the inner room without any incidents did he slowly enter.

But when he entered the main hall, he was dumbfounded by what he saw. The spacious hall was empty and completely bare, with nothing in sight.

There wasn't a single person in sight, and even basic furnishings like tables, chairs, and counters were nowhere to be found.

A thin layer of ash had accumulated on the stone walls and floor inside the hall.

The expressions on their faces varied, and none of them looked well.

After putting in so much effort, only to end up with nothing, no one would be happy.

“There should be hidden passages,” Song Xian said in a deep voice.

He personally witnessed the ghost push open the door of the hall and emerge from within, but there were neither any restrictions that could conceal divine sense from exploring the place, nor did it seem like anyone had been there.

This means that the ghost is hiding in some secret place in this hall.

The group began to search the main hall, trying to find secret passages or mechanisms.

"Fellow Daoist Abu, what are you looking at?" While the others were searching for the secret passage, Abu stood motionless in front of the stone wall on the left side of the hall. Nis noticed his unusual behavior and asked.

“Look at these murals, they seem a bit strange.”

The group was at a loss when they heard him say this, so they all came to his side and began to examine the mural.

The stone wall shows no signs of chiseling, and the murals on it are seamless, giving the impression that the stone wall was originally like this.

The murals are nothing special; they depict ordinary scenery such as blue sky, white clouds, grass, flowers, desert, and river.

“What’s so strange about this? Fellow Daoist Abu, have you perhaps discovered some mystery?” Niss looked for a while but didn’t find anything unusual, then turned to look at Abu.

“I can’t quite put my finger on what’s wrong, it just feels strange.” Abu touched the mural, and the next moment, the mural suddenly emitted a black light, and in an instant, the entire hall was enveloped in light.

All five people remained in their original positions, as if time and space had frozen at that moment.

(End of this chapter)