Tianyuan Xuanxian

Chapter 130 Putting the blame on
Everyone was shocked when they saw this. They didn't expect that Chen Xuan would actually dare to come out and kill them.

But after a moment, joy appeared on their faces. No matter how strong Chen Xuan was, he was just one person. Even if the eighteen Jindan ghosts behind him were added, what could they do?

At this moment, almost all the cultivators on the ferry gathered here. There were no less than thirty people with Jindan cultivation, not to mention nearly three hundred foundation-building cultivators present.

The advantage in numbers completely dissipated the fear in their hearts, and they all looked at Chen Xuan as if he were a fool.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect you to actually dare to come out. In that case, then leave your life behind!"

A group of people rushed towards Chen Xuan shouting, using all kinds of magic weapons, spells and supernatural powers, all wanting to kill Chen Xuan first.

Chen Xuan's mind moved, and a Jindan-stage ghost stood uncontrollably in front of him. The Jindan-stage ghost showed a look of horror on his face, but was unable to break free from Chen Xuan's control, and immediately used his strongest means of defense.

"boom!"

After a loud bang, the ghost of this Jindan stage cultivator completely dissipated without leaving any trace.

"Everyone, continue and see how many waves of attacks he can withstand!"

A Jindan stage cultivator shouted and took out an ancient seal with runes flowing on it. It was his natal magic weapon.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt dizzy and saw his headless body slowly falling down. Behind him, another Chen Xuan had a sneer on his face, and drops of blood were dripping from the sharp blade transformed from the dark energy in his hand.

"Shh!"

A pitch-black chain suddenly appeared and pierced into his head, trapping his soul. He screamed and sank into the Soul Refining Flag.

The next moment, the man appeared again from the soul refining flag and became one of the ghosts.

There are a large number of Jindan ghosts in the Soul Refining Flag, no less than a thousand, but Chen Xuan's current realm has not yet reached the Jindan realm. With the strength of his soul, summoning eighteen Jindan ghosts at the same time is already the limit. If there are more, it will affect his own combat effectiveness.

Chen Xuan led eighteen ghosts and rushed straight into the crowd. No one could stop them wherever they went. Every time a ghost was killed, a new ghost would immediately appear from the soul refining flag to fill the vacancy.

When everyone saw this, several people immediately wanted to snatch the Soul Refining Flag first. The three Jindan cultivators broke away from the crowd, flew up, and grabbed the Soul Refining Flag in mid-air.

But before they could get close, several pitch-black chains suddenly shot out from the Soul Refining Flag, binding him tightly in mid-air. Then a strong wave was emitted, crushing his body into powder, and his soul was taken into the flag.

This scene frightened everyone and they no longer dared to take the Soul Refining Flag. Instead, they turned around and surrounded and killed Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan held the Blood-Crying Knife in his hand and swung out a ten-zhang-long blood-red blade light, which immediately cut the five Foundation Establishment cultivators who were rushing towards him in half. All the blood on their bodies was absorbed by the Blood-Crying Knife, and the blade became more enchanting, and there were even signs of a breakthrough in grade.

Then the Soul-Suppressing Tower above their heads shook violently, causing the three Jindan-stage cultivators to fly backwards and spit out blood.

He unleashed the Nine Shadows of Lan Cang, and rushed to a Jindan cultivator with incredible speed in an instant. Before the cultivator could react, he punched him in the forehead. The Jindan cultivator immediately let out a scream, his head shattered, and his brains splattered everywhere.

Above the battlefield, another clone of Chen Xuan appeared, surrounded by mysterious energy. Lines of mysterious energy the size of a human head emerged from his palms and were thrown towards the crowd. Lines of black and white fields unfolded, and the cultivators below turned into ashes and were completely annihilated.

"This guy is unbeatable, run away!"

Immediately, more than ten cultivators were frightened by this scene and fled in all directions with their hearts and souls trembling. Among them was a cultivator in the early stage of Jindan.

Chen Xuan's other clone held a sharp blade transformed from the dark energy in one hand, and the treasure seal that the golden elixir had just sacrificed in the other hand, chasing after the fleeing person.

"Fellow Daoist, please spare my life. I know I was wrong and I promise I will never offend you again!"

Some people saw Chen Xuan coming towards them with a look of horror. They didn't care about their face at all, and knelt down to beg for mercy, trembling all over. Compared with life and death, they had already thrown face behind their minds.

However, Chen Xuan did not give him a chance. He slashed with the long knife in his hand, and his head immediately flew high.

"kill!"

Chen Xuan shouted loudly, and his aura became even stronger. He cast a thunder spell, and endless thunder and lightning turned into a Kui Niu, which let out a deafening roar and rushed towards the crowd.

Chen Xuan awakened the Xuantian Thunder Body. Now, even if he cast the most basic lightning spell, it had infinite power. He immediately electrocuted a group of people, causing them to twitch all over and their bodies to be charred. Even a few people with weaker cultivation were directly turned into ashes.

At this moment, there was a vibration in the void, and then the void suddenly cracked into a huge crack of thirty feet. A figure covered in blood flew out of it, and strings of blood beads fell from the air.

It was Zhou Yang, the Nascent Soul cultivator guarding the ferry. At this moment, his body was covered with scars, his clothes were torn to pieces, and there were several bloody holes on his chest and abdomen, which could be seen through at a glance.

His left arm had disappeared, and even his neck was mostly severed by the sharp blade, leaving only a layer of skin and flesh connecting it. He looked extremely miserable.

Behind him, a figure in snow-white clothes stepped out slowly, waving the silver spear in his hand, and beams of spear light slashed towards Zhou Yang.

At this moment, the snow-white clothes of Gu Jinxue's incarnation were stained with blood, like delicate red plum blossoms falling on the snow, making her look even more beautiful and charming.

Although each of his moves appears to be overbearing, they have a unique beauty that is breathtaking.

Zhou Yang vomited blood, and blood gushed out from the fatal wound on his neck. His eyes were full of despair.

The woman in front of him was so strong that even if he tried his best, he couldn't hurt her at all, and was almost killed by her.

Seeing this scene, the cultivators below were all frightened and confused. Even Zhan Jinfeng subconsciously fought and retreated all the way to the edge of the formation, trying to find the weak point of the formation and escape.

He was extremely regretful at this moment. He had originally wanted to seize the secret treasures and inheritance from Chen Xuan, but he didn't expect that Chen Xuan would have so many trump cards.

His bad premonition had come true, but it was too late to leave.

The spider web formation that covered the entire ferry was extremely sophisticated. Even all the formation masters in Baizhan City where he was could not compare with the person who set up the formation.

He couldn't help but look down at Zhu Yin, who was surrounded by thirty-six large formations. This formation must have been set up by this monster. A monster in the Foundation Establishment Stage could have such a high level of attainment in the art of formations.

But at this moment, he and Chen Xuan had become mortal enemies, and the relationship between them could never be healed, which made him even more upset.

He couldn't help but look at the rolling thunderclouds in the sky. As long as he could hold on until the heavenly calamity descended, the formation covering the ferry would surely dissipate under the might of heaven, and that would be the time to escape.

But at this moment, the thunderclouds in the sky no longer condensed, and even showed signs of disintegration. Deep in the thunderclouds, it seemed as if there was a breath that was constantly scanning the crowd, looking for the target of the heavenly calamity.

He looked at the hazy light surrounding Chen Xuan, which was another formation.

However, just when he was distracted, Qing Ling suddenly regained his original form, and a giant snake a hundred feet long appeared. A human face faintly appeared on its four heads. It opened four bloody mouths and spewed out billowing poisonous mist from four directions, covering it.

He immediately opened a dazzling golden light curtain to cover his whole body to keep the poisonous fog out, but this golden light curtain was being quickly dissolved by the green poisonous fog and would soon dissipate completely.

This is a deadly game!

The battle below was drawing to a close, with only seven Jindan cultivators and a dozen or so Foundation Establishment cultivators remaining. They gathered together, summoning several defensive magic weapons to desperately resist the attacks of Chen Xuan's two clones. Chen Xuan's true form was not far away, his eyes slightly closed. As a drop of blood emerged from his brow, his aura instantly surged, making the two Nascent Soul cultivators feel threatened.

"I offer my bloody body as a sacrifice, my life and soul as a sacrifice, I control the underworld, bring down the underworld silence, and destroy all living things!"

Chen Xuan cast a spell, and in an instant, an extremely magnificent giant gate appeared behind him. Nearly half of the corpses on the deck turned into blood mist and floated towards the giant gate. The eighteen Jindan stage ghosts behind Chen Xuan also turned into black mist and were sucked in.

"Netherworld. Annihilation!"

A tall black shadow walked out of the giant gate and entered Chen Xuan's body. Then he pointed a finger and a black light shot towards the cultivators, creating a black hole the size of a fist, swallowing up everything around it, including the only twenty-three remaining cultivators.

From then on, all the monks who besieged Chen Xuan were killed!

Chen Xuan raised his eyes and glanced at Zhou Yang who was being chased and beaten by Gu Jinxue's incarnation in mid-air, and Zhan Jinfeng who was struggling to hold on in the Qingling poisonous fog, then he looked away. He didn't need to intervene in the battle at the Nascent Soul level.

The next moment, he disappeared from the spot and appeared near the two rows of guest rooms in the distance.

Chen Xuan could sense that there were still quite a few cultivators in these guest rooms, including some powerful ones. Some of them were in seclusion, while others were sitting quietly, just watching the show.

The next moment, with a loud bang, Chen Xuan swung his fist and turned a Foundation Establishment guard guarding the door into a bloody mist, and shattered the door, turning it into wood chips that fell all over the sky.

"Chen Xuan, I have never provoked you. Why are you here?"

An angry shout came from the room, echoing across half of the ferry.

Chen Xuan ignored it and turned into a stream of light and rushed straight in. A beautiful maid stopped in front of Chen Xuan, and her body also emitted energy fluctuations of the foundation-building period.

"My fellow Taoist, please follow the rules on the ferry. This guest didn't attack you, let alone provoke you. Why did he come to attack you?"

Without saying a word, Chen Xuan slapped her without any mercy, turning her into a ball of bloody mist.

"Chen Xuan, you are so outrageous!"

The monk in the room shouted loudly and rushed out immediately, his whole body filled with murderous intent.

Chen Xuan had a blank expression on his face, and murderous intent filled his gray pupils.

The old man's cultivation was at the early stage of the Golden Core Realm. He raised a battle flag and charged towards Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan didn't even look at him. He raised his sword and cut the old man in two. The broken body fell to the ground with a thud, and even his soul was refined by Chen Xuan's Tongming Soul Refining Technique.

After killing the old man, Chen Xuan walked towards the next room with people in it...

At this moment, the huge formation that concealed the secrets of heaven above Chen Xuan's head shattered with a bang, and the aura in the clouds instantly locked onto Chen Xuan again.

Thunderclouds began to gather again, emitting terrifying roars.

Chen Xuan just glanced at the thundercloud indifferently. He knew that time was running out, so he quickened his pace again. Without waiting for the guards at the door to react, he rushed in and killed one of the young men who was building their foundation, leaving a mortal maid trembling with fear on his bed.

Feeling the speed at which the thunderclouds were gathering in the sky, Chen Xuan frowned. It was too slow to kill them one by one, and he didn't have much time left.

Thinking of this, Chen Xuan immediately floated up, looked down, and locked onto the cultivators in all the rooms below with his powerful spiritual sense. He spoke calmly:
"Today, all those with cultivation abilities on this ferry will be killed by Chen. Please come out and accept your death!"

"Arrogant! We have no past or present grudges against you, so why are you being so aggressive and refusing to let me live?"

A foundation-building cultivator immediately rushed out, wanting to kill Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan just stood in the air and pointed with one finger. A gray mysterious energy burst out from his fingertips, instantly piercing through his head and splashing a ball of blood.

"Ugh!"

At the same time, a sigh came from an ordinary room. It was from an old man over fifty years old, who exuded the aura of an early Golden Core.

"Friend Chen, we know you've been wronged, but don't let your momentary display of power lead to a serious mistake..."

When the old man said this, a girl who was only seven or eight years old stood beside him with her arms open to block the old man. Judging from the aura emanating from her, she must have just started practicing cultivation.

Although her face was filled with fear, she did not retreat a single step. She stared at Chen Xuan with her bright eyes and said with all her courage:

"Grandpa said you're not a bad person, can you please not hurt my grandpa!"

Seeing this, Chen Xuan's body trembled, and he was silent for a while. Finally, he put away the magic he was brewing in his hand.

He glanced at the girl and the old man calmly, then said:

"There are still cultivators on the ferry. If you hand over your soul and blood within three breaths, I will spare your lives. After three breaths, don't blame me, a demonic cultivator, for using my demonic methods!"

As soon as these words were spoken, figures appeared from the room below, all standing in the void, but no one spoke, and no one moved.

Finally, the old man slowly stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pointed at his forehead, a drop of bright red blood appeared, then he stretched out his hand and tremblingly handed the drop of soul blood to Chen Xuan.

Seeing this, the girl beside him did the same.

Handing over soul and blood is equivalent to handing over one's life to Chen Xuan. Chen Xuan can even monitor their every move through soul and blood, so these cultivators are extremely reluctant.

But they had also witnessed Chen Xuan's strength and ruthlessness. Although they looked unfriendly, they had no choice but to hand over their souls and blood. Even the maid on the ferry who had cultivated was the same.

In the end, there were still more than a dozen people who did not hand over their soul and blood. They looked fierce and rushed directly towards Chen Xuan. The spiritual energy in their bodies reversed, and they wanted to self-destruct to drag Chen Xuan to death with them.

Chen Xuan showed no mercy to these people. He swung the Blood-Crying Knife in his hand repeatedly and killed them all.

Chen Xuan controlled the soul and blood and modified all the memories of the other cultivators about themselves. He replaced the person who caused trouble on the ferry in their memories with a Soul-Devouring Sect cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, who was Mo Yan, whose Nascent Soul was still in his hands.

Then he transformed into the appearance of Mo Yan, surrounded by dark energy. After these monks woke up, he grinned and said:
"For the sake of the eternal cause of my Soul Devouring Sect, you can die now!"

The monks below all looked terrified and fled towards the ferry.

At the same time, under Chen Xuan's secret instructions, Zhu Yin opened a corner of the ferry formation, allowing all the cultivators to leave the ship.

On the other side, Zhan Jinfeng, who was trapped in the poisonous fog, suddenly noticed something wrong with the formation. Without hesitation, he tore the space in front of him with one blow, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the space crack.

(End of this chapter)