I was forced to cultivate immortality when I just wanted to lie down

Chapter 423 Slaying Demons and Exorcising Monsters, Turning the Tables

As the smoke and dust dissipated, the entire underground river fell silent.

Zhang Pingsheng and the others did not expect the cult leader to be so fickle. One moment they were chatting happily, and the next moment the cult leader pulled out a big, black sword in front of everyone and slammed it into their faces.

The dark light unleashed by the demon-slaying sword not only intimidated both sides, but even the fierce-looking skeleton servants around it were momentarily confused.

Wu Qi was stunned for a moment. "Where is my big brother?"

Looking at Xu Qing, who was known for his unpredictable temper and for leading the attack alone, he had already sheathed his demon-slaying sword and uttered two words indifferently:
"generally."

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It seemed that Xu Qing's contemptuous attitude touched the shame of the ancient shaman, for a skeletal warrior with a bull's head and a human body not far away suddenly let out a furious roar.

"I am the ancestral witch of the witch clan. My body coexists with heaven and earth, and I am immortal. Unless you have the means to destroy the world, you will not be able to harm me in the slightest!"

Is this a method of resurrection through possession?

No! Xu Qing looked at the shattered corpse of the ghost general beneath him and immediately understood.

The sorcerer originally possessed the supernatural ability of creating substitutes; the twelve skeleton warriors that split from the bone mountain were all clones of the opponent.

If he wants to truly eradicate the witch priest, he must first face the twelve skeletal warriors before him.
The twelve skeleton warriors, capable of regeneration and possessing cultivation no less than that of true immortals and gods, would be difficult to deal with the infinite reincarnation technique of the witch priest without the great supernatural power to destroy this ancient battlefield in one fell swoop.

Xu Qing blinked, but his composure remained perfectly intact.

What a coincidence! The Heavenly Gang Axe Technique he learned is precisely the divine power that can create heaven and earth!
However, he had more than one solution to deal with the current crisis.

Although the shaman was more stubborn than anyone else, Xu Qing did not believe that the other party truly existed with heaven and earth, nor did he believe that the other party was immortal.

If that were true, how could these two great sorcerers have turned into the inhuman, ghostly figures before us? Not to mention that after returning to the Void, they were even refined into puppet-like evil corpses by the underworld's magical corpses!

Having experience in exorcising ghosts and corpse demons, Xu Qing now had a vague understanding of the origins of the Twelve Gatekeepers of the Underworld and the abilities of the Underworld Corpse Masters upon seeing the appearance of the Witch Priest and Witch Qi.

The so-called Twelve Gatekeepers are nothing more than walking corpses formed from years of accumulated resentment and evil thoughts.

These walking corpses are like the three corpses that a person needs to sever when he wants to become an immortal. However, ordinary immortals and gods do not have the ability to condense the resentment and evil thoughts that have spread to the boundless land into 'corpse puppets'. The underworld corpses, which are formed by immortals, Buddhas, and saints severing their three corpses, just happen to have this innate supernatural power to create corpses out of thin air.

Xu Qing was extremely envious of this ability; the supernatural power to create corpses was no more powerful than any other spell.

Speaking of which, corpses and zombies are all corpses, so why wouldn't he have such supernatural powers?
Xu Qing looked at the shaman who had 'reincarnated,' his gaze showing no fear, only a faint sense of regret.

That pity in his eyes made the priest feel uneasy. He couldn't understand why this human cultivator who had not yet become an immortal showed no respect for him, even though the Azure Dragon God was a born saint.
Over here, seeing Xu Qing raise the Demon-Slaying Sword again, Ji and Qi exchanged a glance, and the two great shamans immediately chose to switch positions.

When magic powers have their limits, it is clear that using voodoo curses is more suitable to deal with a reckless young man like Xu Qing who is willing to fight with all his might from the start.

As one side grows stronger, the other will grow weaker. Once the opponent's power is exhausted, Xu Qing will be nothing more than fish on their plate!
"Master!"

When they saw Wu Qi summoning ten thousand plagues and manipulating the plague to spread towards Xu Qing, Zhang Pingsheng and the others rushed forward to help.

Faced with the surging five-colored plague, Xu Qing's heart stirred slightly, and he immediately stopped Zhang Pingsheng and the others from going forward.

The plague before us is not the common plague, malaria, or leprosy, but a malevolent corpse poison that can erode the bodies of gods and Buddhas and pollute the magical power of immortals.

This kind of voodoo magic has no negative effect on him, the zombie, but it requires others to be extremely careful to deal with it!

Xu Qing ordered Zhang Pingsheng and others to hold back the skeletal giants on the battlefield, while he went against the current and locked onto the witch Qi who was casting a spell on him in the sea of ​​plague.

Wu Qi watched as Xu Qing approached him steadily, but remained seated on the high platform. Before him was a skeleton with five types of plagues resembling five pairs of children's hands, constantly climbing upwards.

In the vast ocean of plague, countless skeletal ghosts floated and sank. Some tried to reach out and grab Xu Qing's ankles, while others transformed into invisible tentacles and wrapped around Xu Qing's body.

At the same time, the skeleton in front of Wu Qi began to change constantly. At one moment, the five-colored skeleton, which was being kneaded by the plague demon's little hands, transformed into the appearance of Xu Qing.

Seeing this, Wu Qi was overjoyed. The shaman in the distance didn't care about the Buddhist light and Dharma images that filled the battle formation, as well as the various Taoist supernatural powers.

He drew out several skeleton warriors and mobilized the military aura of the entire ancient battlefield to block Xu Qing outside the altar.

Ignoring the surrounding skeletal giants, Xu Qing casually used the Dismemberment Technique, ordering eight clones to block all the skeletons blocking his way, while he broke through the layers of plague and arrived at the side of the altar.

Wu Qi chuckled sinisterly and then spoke in the obscure and difficult-to-understand Wu language to the shaman priest.

Xu Qing glanced to the side and saw that the headless ghoul wielding a large axe in the distance suddenly broke away from the battle formation, then opened its belly-sized mouth, bared its large teeth, and roared as it charged toward the altar!

"Fancy."

Xu Qing could roughly tell that the shaman wanted to help the shaman perform some kind of incantation ritual, but he was least afraid of poisoning or casting curses.

That thing only works on the living. If you use it on a dead person, it might not only not damage the corpse, but it might also excite the corpse so much that it starts to rise from the dead.

Xu Qing drained the fire zombie's magic power and stacked the Heavenly Gang Axe to thirty-three layers again. However, this time he did not target the witch priest who could 'borrow a corpse to return to life,' but instead targeted the witch Qi who was skilled in voodoo curses.

The influence of witches and relatives on the secular world far exceeded that of witch rituals. Those plagues and disasters were the root cause of Yaozhou's descent into the abyss, and at the same time, they were the key to the Great Luo Sect ending the catastrophe in Yaozhou.

As for the shamans who rely on the 'resurrection' of corpses, Xu Qing already had a way to deal with them.

However, just as Xu Qing was bracing himself to withstand the headless ghoul's axe blow in order to destroy the altar, the headless ghoul, which was right in front of him, suddenly chopped down one of Xu Qing's clones with its large axe.

When the clone transformed into a piece of corpse hair and fell into the surging ocean of plague, countless tiny ghostly claws lifted the dull corpse hair and carried it to the altar where the witch resided.

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Xu Qing glanced at the headless giant who was watching the epidemic from the sidelines, and then looked at the witch on the altar who was showing him a mocking smile.

No, what are you guys amusing yourselves about?
Xu Qing broke free from the shackles of the sea of ​​plague and stood floating in the air, with the altar right in front of him.

Wu Qi raised his face, which was covered with witchcraft markings, and looked at the young man who had broken through numerous obstacles and arrived before him.

The moment Xu Qing raised the Demon-Slaying Sword, He not only did not choose to retreat, but laughed even more unrestrainedly.

Xu Qing frowned slightly, but his peripheral vision fell on the human-faced skull in front of Wu Qi.

Atop the skull sat a soul lamp emitting a ghostly blue flame.

In addition, there are two burning soul lamps on the left and right shoulders of the skull.

Is this the life-giving fire?

Xu Qing was puzzled. Although the skeleton in front of him looked very similar to him, he was certain that the life flame was not his.

He's a zombie, dead beyond any hope of survival, where would he get the life force?

The only explanation is that the flame burning in the lamp was just ordinary will-o'-the-wisp.

"Young man, do you think your sword is faster, or my arrow?"

Wu Qi held a precious bow engraved with eerie runes, and a dark-colored bone arrow was nocked on the bowstring, aimed directly at the skeleton as tall as Xu Qing. Xu Qing couldn't help but warn, "I'm over here, your arrow is way off target!"

As she spoke, Xu Qing tentatively took another step forward.

Wu Qi, unaware of the meaning, sneered, "If you take one more step forward, you will blind your left eye; if you take two more steps forward, you will blind both eyes! If you dare to swing your sword, you will die on the spot!"

Xu Qing estimated the distance at which he could absorb the full power of the Heavenly Gang Axe Technique, and silently took another step forward.

Upon seeing this, Wu Qi didn't hesitate and aimed an arrow at the skull's left eye!
Xu Qing blinked, then silently took another step forward, crossing the air.

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The witch doctor visibly tensed up and quickly aimed at the skull's right eye, firing another arrow.

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This time, Xu Qing took three steps toward the altar, arriving at a distance of about three zhang from Wu Qi.

Wu Qi was terrified. He immediately forgot about playing with his bow and arrow and stepped forward, raising his bone staff to smash the lamps on the top of the skull and on its shoulders!
With three crisp sounds, the three ghost flames were extinguished. At this moment, Xu Qing, who had taken an inch, had already reached the top of Wu Qi's head and raised the black and large ghost-slaying sword in his hand.

The terrifying aura contained within the sword instantly pulverized the skull in front of Wu Qi into dust.

Wu Qi raised his head, and exclaimed in shock, "You are..."

"I am your father!"

The response to Wu Qi was Xu Qing's profound paternal love, and a powerful strike that encapsulated thousands of years of his cultivation!
The altar, which was within arm's reach of the Demon-Slaying Sword, instantly collapsed. The compressed white rainbow axe shadow, centered on the altar, tore open a deep abyss rift over a thousand feet deep and stretching for over a thousand miles.

With the dust settled, Xu Qing sheathed his demon-slaying sword and leaped into the abyss.

At the bottom of the abyss, the severely injured Wu Qi still did not give up. He chanted incantations, hoping to exchange a drop in his realm for a temporary recovery of his physical body and magical power.

However, before Wu Qi could unleash his supernatural powers, a demonic whisper rang in his ear.

"It's probably a bit too late to repent now."

Wu Qi looked down at his chest, where a sword representing the authority of the underworld, the Yama Emperor's Sword, pierced through his body.

At the same time, the youth behind him used eight parts of the underworld emperor's fortune as fuel to summon the Mountain and River State Cauldron, suppressing all of His acupoints and preventing Him from using any witchcraft or supernatural powers.

Wu Qi was speechless with shock. Looking at the young man who had thrown him into the altar of the state, he used his last strength to ask:

"who are you?"

The response from Wu Qi was the sealed canopy of the Mountain and River State Cauldron, and a casual remark from Xu Qing.

"I told you he's your father! This silly child, how come he still can't understand human language? No wonder he does such inhuman things."

On the ancient Yinhe Road, the shaman's gaze fell upon the silent, deep abyss fissure, yet the unease in his heart grew stronger.

In the distance, Master Fuluan, who was responsible for restraining the twelve skeleton warriors, was dodging and weaving while shouting:

"The evil forces are powerful! The cult leader is likely in grave danger. We should return to the mortal world first and then devise a plan!"

Monk Xinyuan did not respond to Venerable Fuluan. He ripped off his patched monk's robe and said, "Go quickly to rescue the leader, even if it's his body, bring it back!"

On the monk's robe, hundreds of thousands of Buddha lights bloomed together, because the monk Xinyuan was willing to give up the good deeds he had accumulated over a thousand years in order to help Xu Xiaozi.

In this chaotic world, if there is one less person who dares to stand up for the common people, there will be countless more people suffering from calamities!

Zhang Pingsheng also awakened his primordial spirit from his previous life.

The old Taoist priest, dressed in a Yin-Yang robe and with his hands forming the Tai Chi seal, leaped out, hoping to buy the sect leader a chance to survive.

Master Fuluan was originally a complete opportunist. He still vividly remembered the lesson of how Xu Qing, together with the Exorcist True Lord, destroyed the Ghost Law, causing the Exorcist True Lord to return to nothingness.

He had no intention of following in the footsteps of the Exorcist Master.

But seeing that his two fellow Daoists were fighting to the death, Master Fuluan, for the first time ever, gritted his teeth, summoned all the swords in his sword box, and formed the Big Dipper Sword Formation to block the skeleton warrior heading towards the abyss.

The Venerable Fuluan had unspeakable suffering.

Two thousand years ago, the First Emperor gave him the hope of cultivating immortality; now, Xu Qing has given him the hope of becoming an immortal.

If he were to withdraw now, wouldn't everything he had done for the Great Luo Sect be in vain?
If he had been in charge of the Great Heavenly Array, he would have had a chance to become an immortal. But after damaging his foundation by presiding over the array, he only had one choice: to share the fate of the Great Luo Sect, for better or for worse.

Unless he doesn't want to become an immortal!
But he started a relationship and then abandoned it, betraying the founding emperor, all for the sake of becoming an immortal.

Master Fuluan suddenly realized that from the moment he met Xu Qing, he had no choice.

The sunk costs he invested in Xu Qing have reached a point where he can no longer turn back!

Not far away, Zhang Pingsheng saw Master Fuluan return and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they didn't understand why this cowardly Nuo Immortal had suddenly changed his nature, anything that could buy the leader a little more time was better than anything else.

At a certain moment, in the silent, deep crevice of the abyss.

A patchwork monk's robe, radiating Buddhist light, suddenly flew out as if it had encountered something dirty.

Behind the monk's robes, a figure dressed in the robes of a female demon followed closely behind, leaping out of the abyss.

Xu Qing used his teleportation ability to shrink the distance between them and stepped in front of the three people.

He looked at the patchwork robe worn by the monk Xinyuan with disdain in his eyes.

This slovenly monk's tattered clothes were considered dirty, while the clothes of the Heavenly Maiden and the Demoness showed him no disdain whatsoever!

Xu Qing dusted off his black feather cloak, feeling a little better afterward.

"Master, that lich..."

Xu Qing's gaze fell on the bewildered shaman in the distance, and he said calmly, "Take it."

In the distance, the shaman roared, "Faced with the calamity of this chaotic world, your righteous laws have no chance of subduing us. Just who are you, you demon?"

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The shaman's words only provoked Xu Qing to retort, "Who are you calling an old shaman?! I am the leader of the Great Luo Sect, the inheritor of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady's sword technique, and the godfather of the Great God of the Sea Gathering! You old corpse ghost, how dare you turn the tables on me!"

Xu Qing immediately took out the Shouyang Great Axe and swung it at the shaman in front of him.

Looking at the cult leader who attacked without saying a word, Master Fulan felt for some reason that the cult leader was not subduing demons, but silencing witnesses.
(End of this chapter)