Minglong

Chapter 133 The Abyss of the Cold Wave
Linghu Qingmo was initially puzzled, but soon found himself feeling dizzy and disoriented, as if he had been possessed by an evil spirit.

She followed the instructions without resisting, and then found herself seemingly to have 'realized' it!
The once dark forest suddenly became clear, and the sounds of wind and rain became distinct. Although the view could not penetrate the overwhelming black fog in front, it was possible to determine that there was a person inside by observing the direction of the fog's energy.

Linghu Qingmo didn't know how he saw it, but he could sense the location, feeling as if the patriarch had possessed him and was guiding him from the shadows...

Is this the art of summoning spirits?

That's incredibly impressive...

Just as she was wondering about this, Linghu Qingmo glanced at Xie Jinhuan's tall and straight back as if by some strange impulse. Then she discovered that she could detect the movement inside Xie Jinhuan's body. At this moment, his surging energy was centered on his dantian and flowed around his meridians, ready to be unleashed.

The primordial yang energy, which had not yet been depleted, lingered below the dantian, like a blazing sun suspended in the air...

Huh? What the heck is this...?

Didn't he sleep with Dr. Lin?

Sleeping soundly? Then wouldn't I be...?

blah blah blah...

Linghu Qingmo felt that his thoughts were getting a little too active and his mind was wandering, so he quickly calmed himself down and focused his attention on the ghostly mist.

Xie Jinhuan sensed Mo Mo's gaze wandering around and knew she had 'grasped the truth'. He said nothing more, leaned slightly forward with his sword in hand, and then:
boom--

Wow…

A torrential downpour and a sudden gust of wind swept through the forest!
Xie Jinhuan pointed his three-foot sword diagonally at the ground, his figure almost turning into a flying shuttle, instantly tearing through the mud behind him. His cloak fluttered, revealing a white robe, which shot towards the black mist ghost face that covered the sky like a white arrow!
While Kui Yunya was still pondering the usefulness of this 'divine summoning technique,' he discovered that Xie Jinhuan was forcibly approaching him like a mad dog unleashed. He immediately raised his five-foot-long soul-guiding banner, the black banner swirling and drifting with the flow of energy. Falling into the black mist's overwhelming rain, it seemed to be drawn by something invisible, instantly stretching and transforming into tens of thousands of ice needles. Then:
Boom——

The black fog, obscuring the sky, transformed into churning waves, swept forward and crushed by the cold wind, accompanied by a dense, sharp roar:

hum-

Xie Jinhuan was in front of the ghostly mist. When the strange movement appeared in the black mist, he did not dodge. Instead, he stepped heavily and his body was like white lightning. He pointed the Zhenglun Sword diagonally behind him, flashing blue and white lightning. He flipped out the Yellow Scale Seal with his left hand.

call--

As the Qi flowed in, the Yellow Qilin Seal turned into a red-hot branding iron. A line of fire as thick as a thumb spewed from the Qilin's mouth, exploding three feet away from the body and turning into a blazing wave of flames strong enough to melt refined iron!

The next instant, a biting chill swept over us. The swarm of ice crystal locusts burst out of the black mist, leaving trails of black smoke. They crashed into the flames and instantly vaporized. From a distance, it looked like an avalanche hitting a furnace, tearing a rift in its path!
Seeing this scene, Kui Yunya thought that Xie Jinhuan really had a lot of magical treasures. He pointed the Soul-Guiding Banner forward, and a bone-chilling cold aura emanated from his body, instantly turning the surrounding area into frost. The frost spread rapidly outwards, and before the raindrops could fall, they turned into ice crystals and smashed onto the frozen ground.

Crackling...

Xie Jinhuan had only rushed out a few feet when it was as if he had crashed into an extremely cold death prison. The flames spewed out by Huang Linyin were extinguished instantly, and even his limbs felt sluggish under the extreme cold.

But at that moment, a deafening thunderclap rang out from behind!
As Xie Jinhuan rushed out, Linghu Qingmo had already sensed what move the ghost cultivator was about to use. He quickly held his sword upright in front of him, his left hand forming a lightning seal as he silently chanted:

"Nine Heavens Dipper, Five Elements Transformation, Earthly Fiends Draw Thunder, Yinglong Subdues Form... So be it!"

thunderbolt--

Thunderous roar shakes the mountains, electric power illuminates the azure sky!
A beam of bluish-white lightning, as thick as a bowl, surged from the sword. In the instant it appeared, it had already pierced through the air, passing through the raindrops and ice crystals, and landed on Wei Yunya, who was standing holding the banner!

The man and the sword were connected by a blinding arc of electricity, which from a distance looked like a blazing white rift suddenly torn open in the dark forest, giving no room for reaction.

Kui Yunya, whose figure was hidden in the ghostly mist, never expected that a mere Daoist nun of the mid-fourth rank could directly lock her head with lightning magic.

Thunder magic is hailed as the king of all magic, meaning that regardless of one's cultivation level, the speed of lightning is roughly the same; the only difference lies in its power.

The Taoist priest was chanting incantations, preparing a powerful attack, while he struck a pose in the mist. It would be a miracle if he could dodge it!

The moment he was struck by the Supreme Yang Thunder Technique, Wei Yunya's body tensed up instantly, and then he fell straight backward!

Seeing the lightning rip through the night sky, Xie Jinhuan didn't hesitate at all. Following the lightning's guidance, he charged forward, gathering his energy into his sword. His steps were as swift as a drawn bow, and he let out a thunderous roar:
"drink--"

Boom——

The three-foot-long sword, imbued with terrifying force, slashed down from the sky with the momentum of a half-moon!

The ice crystals and permafrost along the way shattered, and the rain-laden storm transformed into an ice crystal tornado that crashed into the deciduous forest!
In just a moment, a clearing more than ten feet wide was carved out of the forest, revealing the black soil below!

The violent energy, shaped like a crescent moon, surged forward, instantly cleaving through the churning black mist and splitting open the spreading frigid death zone, directly overwhelming the point where the lightning struck!
However, Kui Yunya was a demonic cultivator. Although his physical body was not as strong as that of a physical cultivator, it was not as fragile as that of a wizard who would break at the slightest touch.

Before Wei Yunya even fell to the ground, the stiffness in his limbs caused by the lightning strike had already begun to recover. Black ghostly mist surged around him, and he instantly dashed more than ten feet to the side, like a squid fart, disappearing into the sky full of black mist.

bang~
Then it became silent and stealthy, moving swiftly like a ghost. At first, it wanted to attack Xie Jinhuan, but it immediately sensed something was wrong!

The young Taoist nun in the distance seemed to have truly been possessed by the patriarch!

Linghu Qingmo unleashed the strongest lightning technique he had mastered so far, only to find that his opponent was unharmed. Realizing that his own cultivation was somewhat shallow, he immediately switched to a beginner-level lightning technique. Although it was only as thick as a thumb and could only be used for scraping, its advantage lay in its astonishing frequency:

Thunder, thunder, thunder...

Thunder magic cannot automatically target enemies, but it can hit wherever you point it!
Kui Yunya hid in the ghostly mist, moving silently and stealthily. Logically, it should have been difficult to pinpoint his location, but from a distance, streaks of lightning could be seen drifting from afar, striking directly at the top of his head!
He anticipated the landing point and moved around wildly, but his opponent anticipated his prediction.

From a distance, it looked as if Lei Fa had grown legs and was flying up to his head!
Linghu Qingmo was actually quite puzzled as he unleashed his lightning technique at full speed.

After all, this was the first time she had ever seen such a cooperative opponent. Wherever she hit, the ghost cultivator would respond. Occasionally, if she 'accidentally' missed, the ghost cultivator would actually twist his waist with extraordinary agility and run headfirst into the lightning, as if afraid that she would miss and embarrass herself in front of Brother Jin Huan!
If slaying demons and monsters is this easy, I think I could be the sect leader too!

I can't kill you in one hit, but I can't kill you in a hundred?

Is this what it feels like to be possessed by the patriarch?

No wonder the Singing and Dancing Clan can form their own distinct style...

……

After being struck by lightning several times in a row, Wei Yunya was completely dumbfounded. Although his cultivation level far surpassed everyone else's, it was impossible for him to remain unaffected by the electric shocks the little Taoist pointed at his forehead. Instant numbness was unavoidable.

Although Yang Dabiao and the others could not see the person in the fog, they could see flashes of electricity connecting to the person's forehead. After being hit, they could even see the general outline through the black fog.

Since they could spot the evil spirits with their naked eyes, a few crude martial artists would naturally know how to fight them.

Constable Xiao Wang picked up the crossbow and fired arrows at the figure like a string of pearls. The crossbow bolts, specially made by the Armory, exploded upon release, turning into paralyzing poison needles invisible to the naked eye, like shrapnel.

Liu Qingzhi and his partner took out several spheres and threw them at the ghostly figure, which transformed into 'Binding Immortal Ropes' in mid-air.

Although these things are unlikely to encounter high-level cultivators, they can still block out movement points.

Xie Jinhuan launched a full-scale attack along with the lightning, giving the ghost cultivator no chance to attack from the rear.

Kui Yunya's body jerked from the electric shocks. Seeing that no matter how he feigned his movements, he was actively taking the lightning, he refused to believe it and burst out of his body with a cloud of black mist.

bang~
Then two shadows burst out of the mist, darting left and right, then splitting into two, then four, then eight...

In an instant, dozens of figures shrouded in black mist appeared in the mountains and forests, darting off in different directions.

This move is the "Myriad Manifestations of the Yin Demon" of the Underworld God Cult. It involves sacrificing one's own essence and blood to merge with the corpse smoke and controlling it with the power of the soul, making the shape and aura of the shadow look exactly the same. Once mastered, one person is equivalent to a thousand troops. It is used to deal with the various point-killing supernatural abilities of various sects and schools, and is extremely domineering!

Logically speaking, even with the art of observing qi, it would be difficult to capture the true form.

but……

Thunder, thunder, thunder...

Linghu Qingmo sensed dozens of figures appearing in the mist, but one of them possessed an aura so vast it was almost blinding. He wondered to himself—was this illusion meant to deceive him? The demonic cultivators were indeed different from humans…

As Constable Xiao Wang followed the lightning bolt and pulled the trigger of his crossbow, he couldn't see the powerful sorcerer he had only heard about from storytellers through the black mist.

Xie Jinhuan did see the ghostly figure, but he ignored Mo Mo and attacked whoever she attacked.

?

When Wei Yunya took out the Netherworld God Sect's most secret life-saving technique, he found that everyone else was not shocked at all, but he was obviously shocked!
So, after all that wit and skill I put on, you all just told me you didn't care?
Could the patriarch we invited be the founder of Taoism?
If you're going to be so unreasonable, then I won't try to reason with you either!

After being struck dozens of times by lightning bolts as thick as fingers, Kui Yunya couldn't shake them off no matter what she did. Enraged, she abruptly stopped in the forest, then forcefully slammed the black banner into the ground with both hands, causing it to explode with power.
boom--

Chachacha...

In an instant, a sharp ice ring appeared on the muddy mountain, spreading outwards and instantly freezing the muddy black soil and the rain curtain. Ice spikes several feet long broke through the soil from the deciduous forest!

Xie Jinhuan crashed headfirst into the ice ring, his robes and cloak soaked through, and he was almost instantly frozen solid. Sensing danger, he flew backward, making a cracking sound as his robes snapped.

Chachacha...

A series of ice spikes spread forward, each one aimed directly at Xie Jinhuan's footing. The ice rings continued to chase him for over twenty feet before reaching their limit, forcing Xie Jinhuan back to the front of the circular formation.

Boom boom boom——

A series of small lightning bolts still lingered above Wei Yunya's head. Although Wei Yunya's head was now bald, with faint traces of burnt aroma appearing on the top, he no longer futilely tried to dodge. Instead, he held the Soul-Guiding Banner in one hand, glaring angrily at the little Taoist nun behind the wall of people who was still attacking him:

"You want to have a battle of wits, huh? Come on! This old man will keep you company!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Yunya held the Soul-Guiding Banner and spun it rapidly in front of him!
Huhu——

The autumn leaves in the mountains and forests, and even the rain curtain, were all deflected by the invisible force!
The biting wind was like a tornado, carrying a curtain of rain that turned into endless ice spikes that shot towards the seven people!
Rumbling--

From a distance, it looks like a white glacier that suddenly appears in the forest and brutally crushes everything in its path!
The lightning that travels against the current is like a small electric snake in a frozen river!

Seeing the biting cold wind carrying countless ice crystals rushing towards him, Xie Jinhuan immediately swung his sword in his right hand like the wind, and activated the fire technique with the Yellow Scale Seal in his left hand, instantly creating a wheel of fire in front of him!
Whispering rustling——

Boom——

The next instant, ice spikes and cold currents, enough to engulf seven people, crashed into the fire wheel, and the crimson flames visibly extinguished and then quickly reappeared.

Liu Qingzhi and his partner, positioned at the rear, first felt an intense heat, followed by a bone-chilling cold that pressed down on them like a tidal wave, almost instantly freezing their limbs.

The two men brandished their spears, attempting to sweep away the endless ice crystals, but their movements became visibly slow after only a moment. Their black armor was then smashed and crackled, gradually forming ice crystals that slowly turned into ice sculptures.

The two constables were not skilled enough to do anything but kneel on the ground, supporting the round shield. Their left hands, which were holding the shield, almost instantly lost all feeling, their fingers froze, and they froze directly to the shield!
Seeing this, Yang Dabiao, relying on his tall stature, drew his sword and stood in front of Linghu Qingmo, desperately resisting the icy cold current, and said urgently:
"Quickly, quickly, kill him..."

Rumbling--

Blocked by the human wall, Linghu Qingmo was not affected by the ice spikes, and most of the bone-chilling cold was worn away by the flames. He only used his secret divine power with all his might, and bolts of lightning struck the heads of the ghost cultivators in the distance one after another.

But Kui Yunya's strength was overwhelming; even if the Dao Ancestor were brought in to fight on his behalf, he could only grind it down.

Xie Jinhuan stood at the forefront, holding his sword and using it to contain the scorching flames emanating from the Yellow Scale Seal, resisting the extreme cold that could freeze the seven of them into ice sculptures.

However, this method could not protect the whole body. In an instant, several bloody marks were pierced from the ice spikes on his legs, and he was frozen directly to the black soil.

Realizing that the group was struggling to hold on, Xie Jinhuan swiftly sheathed his sword, snatched the spear from Liu Qingzhi's hand, and then:
woohoo-

The seven-foot-long spear was like a dragon coiling around a mountain, its tip carrying the flames that spewed out from the Yellow Scale Seal. The powerful energy instantly swept away the torrent of cold tide!

The fire ring was so large that it instantly turned Liu Qingzhi and the others from facing a headwind and cold wave into having a tailwind. Even the shattered ice crystals on their bodies were being pulled towards the fire ring in front of them, as if a spear was piercing a fire dragon, sweeping away everything around them!
Kui Yunya activated all the energy within his body to stir up the Soul-Guiding Banner. An endless cold tide, accompanied by a curtain of rain, swept across the white ice plain like a torrent, attempting to drown Xie Jinhuan directly.

But Xie Jinhuan was a tough and resilient martial artist. With the Yellow Scale Seal protecting him from the cold and the Dragon Coiling Mountain barrier around him, he really wouldn't die anytime soon. He even raised his spear and stabbed forward halfway through!
Boom——

The spearhead, carrying an endless stream of cold air, thrust forward like an ice dragon breaking through waves, going against the current and creating a hole in the raging cold current, aiming straight for Kui Yunya. But unfortunately, it was only three or five zhang away before it reached its limit and was forced back by the cold tide.

Meanwhile, Wei Yunya was being bombarded on the top of his head by Xiao Lei, feeling as if there was an electric wire hanging on his head. He was obviously not in good pain either. After a while, his robes were even flaming, and he could no longer stabilize his qi.

Seeing that Xie Jinhuan was holding his ground despite relying on his magical artifacts and martial arts skills, and that the little Taoist nun behind him was using her head-locking techniques, he couldn't help but consider retreating.

But to everyone's surprise, just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a voice suddenly came from the forest behind Wei Yunya:
"Duwu——"

A mysterious whistle rang out, instantly creating a ring of sound waves in the rain, striking Kui Yunya's back with the force of thunder.

Kui Yunya's scalp tingled from being struck by lightning, completely unprepared for someone to reach into his backside at such a moment.

The "Ghost Cry Curse" of the Gu Poison Sect is a spell that attacks the soul; those affected will fall into a daze or even lose consciousness on the spot.

The instant he was struck by the sound wave, Wei Yunya's murderous eyes momentarily glazed over, and the chilling cold wave immediately stopped.

In an instant, Wei Yunya realized that a fellow Daoist had launched a sneak attack, and immediately turned the black banner around, sweeping it towards the source of the sound wave:
call--

The biting white frost, like splashed ink, instantly turned the forest behind it white!

Boom——

Almost at the same moment, Xie Jinhuan swung his spear forward, creating a spiral vortex amidst the ice crystals on the ground, and instantly crashed into Wei Yunya!

Kui Yunya was suddenly attacked from both sides by three cultivators, and he was clearly overwhelmed. By the time the attack landed, Xie Jinhuan had already thrust his spear straight at the center of the attack. Immediately, the Soul-Guiding Banner swept across, like a five-foot black stick, striking at the incoming attack!
clang--

Xie Jinhuan's spearhead was snapped off by the blow, causing him to stagger. However, his reaction was incredibly swift. He immediately spun around in mid-air and delivered a powerful whip kick, like a dragon's tail, striking towards Wei Yunya's head with a loud bang.
Snapped--

A third-rank martial artist unleashing his full power, striking the head squarely, could instantly kill any cultivator of the same realm except for the demonic body cultivator.

Faced with this attack, Wei Yunya raised the Soul-Guiding Banner to block, but the fine five-foot-long banner was bent into a crescent shape by the kick. The remaining force still pushed Wei Yunya back several steps. Before he could land, the Head-Locking Thunder Technique struck his head, causing him to freeze for a moment!
Xie Jinhuan seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As his whip-like kick landed, the Heavenly Mace was already unsheathed, and he hurled it forward with all his might:
"Die!"

Boom——

The thirty-six-section Heavenly Gang Mace transformed into a flying wheel, tearing through the air in the blink of an eye and striking directly at Kui Yunya's chest and abdomen!

Despite facing this almost certain death attack, Kui Yunya remained alert in time. Seeing the swirling heavy mace coming at him, he forcefully turned to the side, grabbing the Heavenly Gang Mace with his left hand and pointing the Soul-Guiding Banner forward with his right!

bang——

The Heavenly Mace fell into his left hand, and with a loud bang, Kui Yunya's entire arm and left shoulder were instantly blown into a bloody mist and shattered bones.

But the soul-guiding banner pointing to Xie Jinhuan fluttered forward with its black cloth!
Xie Jinhuan brought many weapons this time. When he threw out the Heavenly Gang Mace, he had already drawn the Zheng Lun Sword. Before the sword was fully drawn, blue and white lightning had already emerged!
But this time it wasn't some kind of ghostly trick. Xie Jinhuan rushed forward for only three steps before he found himself as if a god had grabbed his body. His limbs felt incredibly heavy, making it difficult for him to move. Blood mist emanated from his blood-soaked arms, turning into two red mist snakes that seeped into the banner. He felt a sense of exhaustion deep within his soul!

"Beware!"

Upon seeing this, Linghu Qingmo's expression changed drastically. He unleashed a barrage of lightning strikes at Wei Yunya, attempting to stop the 'Soul-Stealing Demon Technique' from extracting his essence and blood.

Seeing this, Yang Dabiao, Liu Qingzhi, and the others dragged their frostbitten limbs, picked up their weapons, and rushed towards Wei Yunya!
Xie Jinhuan knew the other party's intention, but with half of his body gone, Wei Yunya couldn't kill him instantly. So he resisted the restraints and pressed forward with all his might, forcing Wei Yunya to keep his hand from being pulled away.

Kui Yunya's left shoulder was shattered, blood gushing out as he lay on his side, but his back remained straight. He gripped the Soul-Guiding Banner with one hand, his scarlet eyes meeting Xie Jinhuan's gaze. There was no panic or fear in his eyes; he simply uttered a hoarse sentence:
"No wonder those two little brats are terrified of you; you're really hard to kill..."

chap——

Yang Dabiao charged forward at full speed, leaping several feet away and slashing at the neck with both hands.

Under the heavy blow, Kui Yunya's head was immediately severed from his body, leaving a trail of blood.

Liu Qingzhi took the spear from his partner and almost simultaneously thrust it into his chest and abdomen, knocking his body to the ground.

The moment the restraints disappeared, Xie Jinhuan leaped forward at full speed, his sword flashing with brilliant light as he cleaved the flying head in two!

chap——

Linghu Qingmo flew forward and plunged his sword into the chest cavity of the headless corpse!
Stab la la——

The sword flashed with lightning, and in the blink of an eye, the corpse was charred black by the lightning!

The howling wind in the forest fell silent instantly under the flashing lightning, leaving only the torrential rain washing over the entire icy plain.

Crackling...

Xie Jinhuan was shrouded in rain, holding a banner emitting black smoke in his hand, and cautiously looking around with his sword in hand.

Yang Dabiao and the others trembled on the spot, ice crystals falling from their armor and robes.

Constable Xiao Wang and his partner, their hair, beards, and robes all covered in white ice crystals, were frozen to the black soil, shield in hand.

Liu Qingzhi, still shaken, pressed his spear against the charred corpse and asked:

"Dead yet?"

Linghu Qingmo, having used lightning magic for an extended period, was already feeling unsteady on his feet, but he still held his sword in both hands, thrusting it into the charred corpse and striking it with electricity, while glancing around at the surrounding forest:
“Ghost cultivators are hard to kill, but destroying their bodies is equivalent to breaking a top-grade magic weapon. They will definitely lose their fighting power for a short time.”

"What kind of magic does this old ghost possess? He took over fifty bolts of lightning and almost managed to kill us all. It's fucking outrageous..."

"Looks like they've reached the first rank. This place is no place to stay any longer, let's go!"

Yang Dabiao and the others quickly ran over and lifted the two constables who were frozen in place, and carried them away.

Xie Jinhuan then ran to the source of the whistle to investigate.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Wanyi, wearing a black cloak, was shivering from the cold, her cloak covered in ice crystals from the rain and the extreme cold. She was leaning against a tree.

"Wanyi?!"

"I...I'm fine...What the hell is this thing?! From this distance, it almost killed me with a single lash..."

"Stop talking..."

Xie Jinhuan quickly ran over, carried Wanyi on his back, and ran outside.

Lin Wanyi got the clue to the 'Jiazi Lotus' from Uncle-Master Bu at noon. She originally wanted to discuss it with Xie Jinhuan, but found that Xie Jinhuan had come to Hongzhang County. Because she didn't know when he would return and needed to give an answer to her sect, she came to ask. Little did she expect to encounter such a ruthless character.

Her body was already filled with extremely cold and yin energy, making her less resistant to cold and yin techniques. At this moment, she felt her thighs were frozen numb. Lying on the man's back, warmth and a sense of security surged into her heart, and she immediately closed her eyes...
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