Minglong

Chapter 230 Am I worthy?
Rumble…

Rumbling thunder echoed beneath Fire Phoenix Valley, while the endless Gobi Desert was swept by only the scorching autumn wind.

A group of more than forty people moved across the desolate plains under the cover of night. All the people around them were covered in black cloaks, and their dark blue skin covered with incantations was occasionally revealed as they moved forward. Their movements were so uniform that they were almost silent.

At the center of the procession was a palanquin with a black sand canopy above it, carried forward by eight figures.

Jiang Qizi leaned against the palanquin, his dim old eyes gazing at the familiar land that he hadn't set foot on for many years, his eyes filled with longing for the past glory.

When he was born, Linglu Valley was a major sect in the Southern Frontier, and it was also quite famous among the heretics.

Unfortunately, this period of prosperity was short-lived. After the destruction of the Corpse Ancestor, the Gu Poison Sect was exiled to the Southern Frontier. Then, the Ancestor Sikong began to use the excuse of "enduring injustice without changing one's mind, and then one can know a true gentleman" to start slaying demons and monsters in the Southern Frontier, and incidentally confiscating territory.

Jiang Qizi couldn't understand it. The Corpse Ancestor was called that because he had a background in witchcraft and could control puppets and could infinitely possess corpses and resurrect. However, his master was not a member of the Corpse Witch Sect. He was Sikong Shitang, and Sikong Tianyuan was the Corpse Ancestor's junior brother!
Your family has ravaged the world, how dare you come to the Southern Frontier to fight the Corpse Witch Sect and promote the righteous path?

However, in the end, cultivation depends on strength. Under pressure, Jiang Qizi could only flee to the muddy pool of Guikuze to eke out a living. All the wealth she had painstakingly accumulated through cultivation was lost in the Jian'an Incident.

Then his apprentice, Taishu Dan, seeing that his family had fallen on hard times, abducted the few puppets and his remaining property...

Now that Jiang Qizi is over a hundred years old, besides these walking corpses, he only has a few worthless disciples left. If nothing changes, he will surely die in despair, and Linglu Valley will be wiped out from the world.

With the blessing of the Lingguang God, he would have the opportunity to go further and perhaps even make a comeback; Fire Phoenix Valley was practically right on his doorstep.

Therefore, even though Jiang Qizi knew that He Tianqi was no good, he still had to come and see for himself, otherwise he would never have another chance in his life.

Unexpectedly, He Tianqi's news turned out to be true.

As soon as they arrived, unusual activity occurred in Fire Phoenix Valley, indicating that the opportunity had been taken away.

Then, a sound of flying in the air was heard in the distance, which seemed to indicate that Xu Guanfu and Yan Lang had gone to intercept the person.

Xie Jinhuan should have protectors by his side, so he won't die so easily. After both sides finish fighting, he can then step in and reap the benefits. He'll probably not only get the divine gift from Lingguang, but also obtain many other opportunities. Then he can just hide in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, hehe...

Jiang Qizi was filled with anticipation, but she also knew that this trip was dangerous, so she kept her eyes constantly scanning the wilderness for any movement.

But it's hard to say whether his luck has turned around or it's just fading away!
Just as Jiang Qizi was leading the team cautiously forward, two miles ahead, half a head suddenly peeked out from a crack shrouded in moonlight!
The newcomer first looked in the direction where Xu Guanfu and the others had gone, then looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on him.

Their eyes met!

The group of more than forty people stopped abruptly without any order.

Jiang Qizi stroked her skull cane, looking at the person peeking out from afar with a slightly puzzled expression.

Xie Jinhuan, who peeked through the crack, discovered more than forty cloaked figures clustered together on the Gobi Desert. He initially thought it was the Poison Rat who had come with his family to steal the treasure.

But as the forty-odd people suddenly stopped without warning, his heart skipped a beat, and he realized something was wrong:

This appears to be a lich!
Controlling more than forty puppets at the same time, it's obvious that he's a top-tier old ghost from the Corpse Witch Sect, a righteous and wicked evil cultist!

However, the Lich Faction is strong in puppets and imps, which are completely countered by the Zhenglun Sword and Yin-Yang Ruler, and it's a three-on-one situation...

So this is an unknown fellow cultivator who's giving out extra rewards...

Bu Yuehua and Nangong Ye were already terrified when they peeked out and found that there were still people blocking the way outside, so they frowned.

After all, if we were stopped here and two groups of people came after us, there would be no room for negotiation, and we would be doomed.

Nangong Ye asked, "What should we do?"

Bu Yuehua gripped her slender waist knife: "Fight or run?"

Xie Jinhuan observed the other party's movements:
"We've exhausted too much energy; if we run, we'll be finished if we get entangled. Focus all our fire on that old ghost on the sedan chair and try to wipe him out in one go."

Nangong Ye has already reached the Super Grade level. If he uses the Zhenglun Sword to suppress ghosts and unleashes the Immortal Slaughtering Formation with doubled thunder magic, the Corpse Witch will be as good as meeting the King of Hell. There is no way to fight him.

When she saw her master, she knew that Xie Jinhuan had the real Lun Sword, which she could use immediately.

Even though this meant Xie Jinhuan would recognize her even if he was blind, he was on the verge of death...

Seeing the distant ranks disperse in an orderly and silent manner, Nangong Ye gritted his teeth and drew the Zheng Lun sword from Xie Jinhuan's waist:

"on!"

Bu Yuehua didn't say anything more, and immediately leaped into the air, her dress swirling in the air:
Call ~
A dark green, poisonous mist spread out from all around, like the rapidly expanding eye of a typhoon!
On the surface, top-tier cultivators can draw upon the power of heaven and earth. The four realms of the Witchcraft Cult are called "divine descent," meaning the ancestral master possesses them, greatly enhancing their spiritual power and the range of their ability to control the power of heaven and earth.

The instant Bu Yuehua made her move, Xie Jinhuan felt the surrounding world darken for a moment. The eerie green poisonous mist, like a giant curtain, instantly covered the surrounding land, its scale so vast that it felt as if one were trapped in a sea of ​​fog.

But in the next instant, the three of them understood what it meant to be 'a small fry compared to a big fish!'

Jiang Qizi couldn't figure out the background of the person who had appeared. He had only intended to put pressure on them, but when he discovered that a top-grade poison master had jumped out from the other side, he felt something was wrong. He flew up and crashed through the sand tent, raising a black mist dragon along the way.

Then, the black smoke of corpses surged onto the earth like a tidal wave, turning everything in its path into a dark, polar night.

The corpse smoke was extremely corrosive, and thousands of ghostly figures emerged from it, like countless floating corpses washed ashore by a tidal wave, accompanied by chilling wails along the way:

"what--!!!"

More than forty puppets, each wielding a weapon, were mixed in among them, silently advancing through the black mist, making it impossible to distinguish their true form from their false ones due to the interference of their divine senses!

If it were just an ordinary opponent, they would have no chance of breaking through the sea of ​​fog to search for the true form hidden within such a massive, overwhelming formation.

But what Jiang Qizi didn't expect was that a poison sorcerer from the Gu poison sect could actually team up with the Taoist sect and even bring more than one immortal artifact!
Stab la la——

As the black and green mists converged, a vast and mighty force descended upon the Gobi Desert. Blue and white lightning flashed above the sea of ​​mist, and in the instant it appeared, the ghostly figures that had been darting about in the mist all retreated!
Jiang Qizi looked up and saw a celestial maiden in black hanging above the sea of ​​mist, holding a magic sword that was entirely emerald green, with dazzling lightning emanating from the sword and the two golden characters 'Zheng Lun' faintly visible!
The vast power of the heavens converged on the sword, rapidly condensing to its extreme. Just by looking at the slightly trembling sword tip, one could feel the terrifying power that was enough to slay immortals and Buddhas.

But that wasn't all. The sea of ​​mist he unleashed, which instinctively corroded cultivators' bodies, inexplicably created a hollow several feet in diameter. A white-robed man, wielding a heavy iron mace, stood at the center of the hollow, his left hand gripping the Yin-Sealing Ruler. He forced aside the surrounding sea of ​​mist, and like a white wolf charging across the wasteland, he swept away the puppets that pounced on him, heading straight for his hiding place.

Meanwhile, another woman, moving like a shuttle, wielded a slender waist knife, her body surrounded by black flying blades that danced like butterflies. With extremely ghostly movements, she bypassed the puppet and followed the white-robed man straight into battle.

???

Jiang Qizi was a well-traveled and knowledgeable old man, and he recognized the two great immortal artifacts of the Dan Ding Sect at a glance—the Yin Yang Ruler and the Zheng Lun Sword.

Incidentally, there's also the Qixia Old Demon's forced headlock...

It can be said that the Dan Ding Sect had the same kind of force when they fought the Corpse Ancestor back then, and they are fighting him now!
But does he deserve this treatment?

Jiang Qizi didn't possess the half-demon physique and resurrection technique of the Corpse Ancestor. With the double seal of the Zhenglun Sword and the Yin-Yang Ruler, and the puppet's quality being low, the only thing she could use was the Divine Soul Incantation.

Even so, Xie Jinhuan locked his head, preventing him from hiding his true form, and the Immortal Slaughtering Array was pointed directly at his forehead!
Jiang Qizi glanced at the lineup and knew that his life was over! He controlled the puppet to intercept, his figure turning into a black ghost shadow, darting through the sea of ​​mist, trying to avoid the thunderous bombardment and escape back to the Ghost Cry Marsh lair.

But the next moment!
Boom——

Xie Jinhuan unleashed a powerful slash, sending a gust of wind sweeping across the land. It was as if an immortal had cleaved through the sea of ​​mist with a sword, leaving a hundred-foot-long trench that briefly exposed the ghostly figures lurking within.

clap--

Lightning then tore through the sky, illuminating the entire sea of ​​fog!
Nangong Ye raised his hand and swung it forward. The Zheng Lun Sword, wrapped in blue and white lightning, transformed into a dazzling lightning dragon, shooting towards the wandering old ghost along the vast land that had been cleaved open.

A terrifying divine force pressed down from behind. Jiang Qizi tried her best to dodge, but the Zheng Lun Sword was controlled by Nangong Ye. It dragged the lightning and drew a zigzag pattern in the air, striking her in a flash with a deafening roar.

Boom——

Jiang Qizi's shoulder was instantly blasted into pieces by the lightning, and the rest of her torso froze in mid-air before falling towards the Gobi Desert below.

Bu Yuehua followed closely behind Lei Guang, dragging a line of blade light with her left hand, her dark red eyes fixed on the old ghost's eyes, and she slashed at his neck with all her might!

clang--

Jiang Qizi was ruthless enough to narrowly block a fatal blow with her bone staff even when completely outmatched. Facing the soul-shaking impact caused by the fox eyes, she directly opened her mouth and uttered a sound:
"what--"

The sound was like the howl of a vengeful ghost!

Bu Yuehua was suppressed from the opposite direction, and her mind went blank and she lost her balance.

But Xie Jinhuan had already rushed down at full speed, and his Black Dragon Strike against the pillar was like an eagle soaring through the sky, creating a black and green tornado in the sea of ​​fog, which struck Jiang Qizi's left foot.

Boom——

Bu Yuehua was momentarily dazed, but quickly regained her senses, dragging her blade and flashing back in mid-air as she chased after Jiang Qizi.

The Zheng Lun Sword, dragging the lightning, flew like a shuttle and struck the torso again.

Boom boom boom——

Under the night sky, lightning and sword flashes clashed!
The roar was as dense as rain, and in just one wave of attack, countless pieces of flesh and blood were scattered in mid-air.

The elderly Jiang Qizi might have a chance to clean up the mess, but he was powerless to fight back against this completely unreasonable gang attack.

After only two rounds of attacks, Jiang Qizi's body was mangled and damaged by the bombardment. His cloudy old eyes revealed a ferocious ferocity like a beast. With the ruthless determination to exchange one life for another before dying, black blood gushed from his right arm, staining his bone staff. Then, gathering the last of his strength, he hurled it at the pursuing first-rank ants below:
"die!"

hum-

The bone staff struck the earth, piercing a hole through the sea of ​​fog!
Xie Jinhuan was standing in front of the void, his figure as small as an ant. Sensing something was wrong, he immediately dodged at full speed.

Knowing the power of this near-death counterattack, Bu Yuehua unleashed her full power before the Bone Spear could strike, slashing horizontally through the air.

Boom——

Under the flash of the blade, the black bone spear shattered into pieces.

However, the impact on the soul contained within almost shattered Bu Yuehua's three souls and seven spirits, causing her to crash into the ground from mid-air.

At the same time, Zheng Lun's sword, dragging the lightning, pierced through Jiang Qizi's chest, blasting the remaining half of her body into pieces!
Seeing this, Xie Jinhuan leaped into the air, catching the falling body, and shouted:
"go!"

At the same time, he dodged and attacked, grabbing two items that fell from the flying pieces of flesh.

Nangong Ye soared through the sea of ​​mist, grabbed Xie Jinhuan's shoulder from above, and used the Thousand Mile Divine Travel Spell.

sough--

In just a few flashes, the three figures disappeared at the edge of the wasteland.

.........

Shashasha~~
Blood, flesh, and ashes rained down like raindrops, and the crosswinds quickly dispersed the uncontrolled black-green sea of ​​mist.

Dozens of black-robed puppets lay on the ground, while a golden-armored figure emerged from the sea of ​​mist, his red hair fluttering in the wind. He gazed in the direction the three had left, his eyes filled with approval.

After all, she had originally planned to secretly help him out, but now that she saw it, this young man was no weaker than the old demon Gao, and he would definitely have a place on the mountain peak in the future.

Last time, Gao Laomo relied on a stroke of luck to completely overwhelm her, but this time, it's as if a divine intervention is on her side. If she clashes with that ruthless bandit again...

hum...

Seeing the three disappear into the horizon, the golden-armored woman did not return to the underground where the spiritual energy had collapsed. Instead, she soared into the sky, flying from the cloud peaks towards Northern Zhou, and vanished without a trace in an instant...

(End of this chapter)