Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 241 The Turtle and Snake Elders Plot Against the Soul Seal
"Submit, or die."

Lu Wubing slowly stepped forward, with a faint blue-purple halo swirling around him.

The sword light slashing in from all directions only caused a few sparks of starlight to ripple across the halo; it couldn't penetrate it at all.

Under the powerful backlash.

All the Zhenwu disciples who attacked Lu Wubing were thrown backward, their tendons and bones broken, spitting blood as they flew backward.

By this point, Lu Wubing no longer cared whether his Hunyuan True Qi trump card was revealed.

In fact, he didn't bother to hide the secret of his unparalleled physique and boundless vitality.

Since he killed King Yuwen Chui of Jinyang under the walls of Weijing City, annihilated 100,000 barbarian soldiers, and then turned around to attack and subdue Dafan Temple.

His reputation, his cultivation level, and his combat prowess can no longer be hidden from anyone.

In a corner unknown to most people.

Lu Wubing could imagine that countless experts were constantly studying his past life, his cultivation, his learning, and all the skills he had mastered...

Most of the Zhenwu Sword Sect disciples and elders in front of them, who were filled with anger and fighting to the death, actually knew this as well.

However, due to some special reasons.

Some people are pretending to be ignorant when they know the truth.

Just like the middle-aged man in his forties standing before me, whose eyes faintly gleamed with purple light and whose swordsmanship was sharp and fierce...

A sword thrust forward, subtly shaking the void and causing one's mind to tremble.

He's not that simple.

"Our Zhenwu Sect only has disciples who die in battle, not disciples who surrender."

The middle-aged Taoist priest roared and unleashed the True Martial Demon Subduing Sword Technique, drawing upon wisps of void energy that caused the Taiqing Qi around Lu Wubing to ripple slightly.

"Hey, this is a case of false advertising."

Lu Wubing casually reached out and grabbed all the sword lights in his hand, then crushed them in one swift motion. He raised his hand and looked at the black and white interwoven sword energy in his palm, crisscrossing and leaving red marks on his hand, and couldn't help but laugh.

"What a clever scheme by the Hall of Reincarnation! Every move is carefully planned. I knew it was here that the major sects of Northern Zhou were united as one and had no disputes."

He sneered, and the long sword on his back was already drawn. It seemed to move slightly, but it also seemed that he didn't swing the sword at all.

A streak of light flashed by.

With a pop, a deep blood hole appeared between the middle-aged Taoist priest's eyebrows, and he fell backward.

Amidst the splatter of blood on the back of his head, a wisp of smoke appeared, only to flicker briefly in the air before disappearing completely.

"Senior Brother Linghe."

"Big brother."

Cries of grief echoed from all directions.

Several more fearless elders rushed forward and drew their swords at Lu Wubing.

Midway through the sword's flight, a thin black streak appeared in the void.

It flashed past their necks.

Several heads rolled silently to the ground.

"Senior Brother Xuyuan, this person is not someone you can defeat by force. Do you intend to disregard the legacy of our ancestors today?"

The old Taoist priests around Master Xuyuan were deeply shocked.

Some people couldn't help but shout out loud.

Looking around, he saw his disciples falling one after another, and his heart ached as if it were being stabbed with a knife.

The elders who rushed forward, as well as the sect leader's eldest disciple Linghe, failed to even break through Lu Wubing's protective aura, and their deaths were utterly meaningless.

Although the opposing force is small in number, their strength is extremely high. At this rate, it will only be a matter of time before they wipe out the entire Zhenwu Sect.

"Our Zhenwu Sword Sect started by exorcising demons, and since its founding, we have suppressed all directions with a single sword. How could we possibly submit to a demon?"

Master Xuyuan chuckled and said, "The higher the righteous path, the greater the demonic path. The day is now to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path."

Lu Wubing looked at the leader of the Zhenwu Sect and saw that the other party had an indifferent expression, seemingly not caring about the lives of the disciples and elders present.

He was slightly surprised, thinking to himself that even Abbot Fazheng of Dafan Temple was extremely anxious when faced with an unfavorable situation.

This old Taoist priest is quite something.

"I'd like to see how you're going to exorcise demons and uphold justice!"

Lu Wubing swayed slightly and was already in front of Xu Yuan, slashing out with his sword.

The three-zhang-high void before him folded and folded layer by layer before rapidly annihilating into a vacuum.

Master Xuyuan's quick thinking was remarkable.

As soon as Lu Wubing approached, his long sword flickered slightly, drawing a looping path around him before he soared into the sky.

It turned out that he had already foreseen that a direct confrontation with Lu Wubing in terms of sword power and speed would be a dead end.

Therefore, one should not seek merit, but only to avoid mistakes.

With a single thrust of his sword, he escaped.

His mastery of the Great True Martial Demon-Subduing Sword is incredibly agile and unpredictable when first drawn, the sword as fine as a thread.

As the figure moved, these sword threads transformed into a vast and mighty torrent of sword energy...

Finally, it transformed into a vast ocean, engulfing Lu Wubing's body, which was ten zhang in size.

The sword-like threads wriggled and penetrated every nook and cranny.

"Excellent swordsmanship!"

Seeing his opponent retreat and attack, Lu Wubing praised him, but a murderous intent flickered in his eyes.

A sword suddenly pierced into the void and disappeared.

The mighty, roaring True Martial Demon-Subduing Sword Intent suddenly froze, scattering into countless specks of light.

A drop of blood spurted from the throat of Daoist Xuyuan, and he made a gurgling sound as he looked on in disbelief.

Before he could exhaust all his strength, he mustered his remaining courage and charged toward Lu Wubing.

Even if he were to be struck by several more swords, he would not feel any fear whatsoever.

Halfway there.

Xu Yuan's aura vanished completely, and he collapsed forward.

Before the cries of pain and grief could be heard from all around, Lu Wubing's vision went slightly dark. He then saw a gray shadow suddenly appear on the body of Daoist Xuyuan, which rushed towards him with the speed of a flashing light.

"I was prepared for this move."

Lu Wubing sneered, a faint light flashed between his brows, and his Yuanling sword intent crashed down.

chi...

Like cutting butter with a hot knife.

That tiny gray shadow, hissing, shrank countless times.

Despite being blocked by Lu Wubing's Primordial Chaos Qi, it still managed to slowly penetrate deeper.

It passed through the pure energy and then touched Lu Wubing's skin.

Before the gray shadow could actually penetrate his chest.

A thick white light emanated from Lu Wubing's body.

"what……"

A faint scream could be heard in the air.

The gray shadows scattered into wisps of smoke, flying in all directions, about to merge into the wind.

Lu Wubing grunted, but did not draw his sword.

With just a slight thought, a crimson, illusory flame suddenly ignited within a ten-foot radius around him.

The smoke from the burning wood turned fiery red, emitting a squeaking and crackling sound.

Finally, it quieted down.

As the mountain breeze blows.

There was a lingering burnt smell in the air, making one want to vomit.

"What is this thing? It's so hard to kill!"

Ouyang Lan and Shen Xinzhu were not trying to be brave at all.

He had retreated immediately and stayed by Lu Wubing's side.

Having just witnessed the death of Daoist Xuyuan from a sword wound, they had already noticed his strangeness and were now on guard.

However, before they could even raise their swords, the clash between the gray figure and Lu Wubing had already ended.

Moreover, the transitions between gray, white, and red light were extremely strange, leaving them somewhat bewildered.

All I know is that the gray figure seemed to have been burned away by fire.

"This is a soul puppet."

A sigh came from afar, and a hunchbacked, old Taoist priest appeared before the group.

His voice was extremely old, yet it carried a calming power.

The Zhenwu disciples, who were burning with murderous intent and ready to die even though they knew they were no match for the enemy, were suddenly jolted back to reality as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over their heads.

Looking at the old Taoist priest, they couldn't help but shed tears.

The hunchbacked, aged Taoist priest seemed to be carrying a heavy load on his back. Although his movements appeared slow, he covered the entire square in the blink of an eye.

One figure after another emerged from his body, only to re-enter it once more.

Only after a long sigh did his body split in two.

Standing on the left was a tall, thin, and aged Taoist priest, while on the right stood a short, stout Taoist priest with a small head and a round, plump body. The two stood together, their auras connected, seemingly intertwined with the entire Zhenwu Mountain, appearing both near and far.

Ouyang Lan and Shen Xinzhu exchanged a glance and quietly retreated behind Lu Wubing.

Both of them knew their stuff.

Just a moment ago, I didn't even see how the hunchbacked old Taoist priest, who was split in two, got there.

Moreover, they had a feeling that they couldn't pinpoint the exact location of the two old Taoist priests at all.

It seemed as if the other party was not a living person, but a phantom imagined in one's mind.

"What is a Soul Puppet? Your True Martial Sword Sect leader has cultivated such a sinister technique. Seniors Turtle and Snake, you must have failed to do so."

Ouyang Lan said whatever came to mind.

She didn't think that the legendary senior master of the Zhenwu Sect, who had been famous for over two hundred years, would stay and practice the proper Taoist skills instead of cultivating some strange and evil secret techniques.

The Zhenwu Sword Sect, following the orders of the Northern Zhou, joined the army and invaded the Dali in the south. Such an act of betraying their ancestors is probably something they wouldn't do.

Most of them have other reasons.

The legendary Zhenwu Ancestor spent his life slaying demons and monsters, and he had absolutely no tolerance for evil and heretical sects.

Moreover, he was a staunch racist who believed that those who were not of his race were bound to have different intentions.

In ancient times, the patriarch once wielded only a sword, slaying all the demons and monsters in the world, and striking fear into the hearts of all other races.

Such a person, his sect not only did not associate with the barbarians of Northern Zhou, but if any of his disciples practiced demonic arts or evil spells, he would immediately expel them from the sect.

No one knows exactly how long the two elders, the tortoise and the snake, have lived. According to the old folklore, they have been in a deep sleep for many years and never traveled the world. Living is practically the same as being dead.

"Living is living. Even if you sleep for a hundred or a thousand years, you are still alive. How can it be the same as being dead? You have no knowledge, little girl."

The short, stout, pointed-headed old Taoist priest said with a grin.

This startled Ouyang Lan.

He thought to himself, "Could this old Taoist priest read minds? That's too dangerous. I wonder if my junior brother Wubing can kill him?"
"Uh……"

The short, stout old Taoist priest with a pointed head changed his expression drastically, took several steps back, and forced out a fawning smile: "Wait a minute, it's not good to fight and kill in this beautiful place."

In my opinion, the Zhenwu Sect's involvement is a machination by the Demonic Sect, and certainly not our sect's intention. Why don't we all sit down, have a good cup of tea, and turn hostility into friendship?

The tall, thin old Taoist priest also shook his head and said helplessly, "Master Hunyuan passed on his teachings to three friends. He was good at teaching according to their aptitude, and each of the three lineages he passed down became extraordinary."

In particular, the Tianxing lineage has not only produced a brilliant and talented figure like Master Hanhai, but now, just over two hundred years later, another figure like you, young brother, has emerged.

All the talents in the world have been gathered into one school, completely surpassing the True Martial Sword Sect.

He looked at Lu Wubing with awe.

"Not only did he cultivate an indestructible body, but he also mastered several laws of heaven and earth. Why does the heavens favor one person so much?"
If the old Taoist wasn't mistaken, the Six Qi Transformation into Fire Technique earlier must have disrupted the balance of the six energies, launching a full-scale attack from the physical body to the soul. The person who secretly made the move is in for a good show.

"The senior's eyesight is exceptional; he saw through my tricks at a glance. I truly admire him."

The two seniors, working together, have already stepped into the Unity Realm, merging with heaven and earth, and are already invincible. They shouldn't have failed to discover the whereabouts of the demonic sect's fiends. I wonder why…”

“Young brother, you overestimate us. Back then, to ensure the survival of the Zhenwu lineage, we made a bet with someone. Due to a moment of carelessness, we were confined to the mountain for the rest of our lives to ensure the survival of the Zhenwu lineage.”

Just as that little girl thought, aside from passing on the martial arts technique, the two of us spent most of our time in a deep slumber...

The villain acts secretly, targeting the depths of the soul without disturbing others; how could we possibly discover him?

If it weren't for the young brother's attack, the sect would have suffered heavy casualties and been in grave danger of being wiped out.

I'm afraid we are still fast asleep, unaware of being awakened.

"The legacy will never perish?"

Lu Wubing understood immediately upon hearing this.

The two elders, the tortoise and the snake, on the mountain of the Zhenwu Sword Sect are probably similar to the old Taoist priest in the ancestral cave of the Tianxing Sect.

They all lived a life of seclusion, aiming to live a long life; this was also the last method left behind by the founders of their respective schools.

As for the disciples within the sect, whether they have any grudges with anyone or have been killed, they don't care.

They call this "life and death are preordained, wealth and honor are determined by fate."

Of course, if anyone wants to suppress a faction by force, wipe out its entire family, and cut off its lineage, then...

These old guys really have some desperate tricks up their sleeves.

Thinking back to the hunchbacked old Taoist priest who had transformed from the combined form of the tortoise and snake.

Even Lu Wubing had to admit that the other party was really not easy to deal with.

Even if you were to kill them, you'd still have to cough up blood.

His goal was simply to subdue the Zhenwu Sword Sect, take its elite troops to join the army, deal with the Northern Zhou army, and destroy Zhou in one battle.

I never intended to destroy the lineage of the Zhenwu Sword Sect.

Whether or not the faction is eliminated is secondary; the primary concern is establishing sovereignty.

Before he could even speak, the short, stout old Taoist priest with the pointed head let out a long sigh: "If you want the Zhenwu Sword Sect to help you unify the world, destroy the Zhou and kill the barbarians, that's a small matter."

Even the two old Taoist priests can accompany you on a trip to Black Dragon City. However, after this matter is over, there must be no further repercussions; we must at least treat them the same as the Great Brahma Temple.”

"That's natural."

Lu Wubing suddenly laughed.

He knew that the two old, cunning turtle and snake elders, who had lived for who knows how long, were certainly shrewd and calculating. They believed that the monks of Dafan Temple were habitually adept at social maneuvering and never suffered any loss in their lives. So he wanted to receive the same treatment as the monks.

This idea is generally correct.

The monks of Dafan Temple do indeed have this ability: they can quickly back down.

Having witnessed numerous dynastic changes, they never suffered a loss.

However, the two elders, the tortoise and the snake, never imagined that they were completely different from the rulers of all dynasties.

This effectively prevented the land consolidation from taking root.

Furthermore, the number of people allowed to become monks or nuns was limited, and all of them, whether Buddhist monks or Taoist priests, were required to farm and pay taxes.

I wonder if the two elders, the tortoise and the snake, will be so angry that they vomit blood when they learn the truth?

"It's a word."

"A word is settled!"

Lu Wubing readily agreed.

Then, he instructed Ouyang Lan and Shen Xinzhu to take stock of the Zhenwu Sect's money, grain, and land, and to send a message to the Dali troops at the foot of the mountain to come up the mountain and receive the thousands of disciples of the Zhenwu Sword Sect.

At the same time, the remaining innate elders were also assigned official positions of varying ranks.

Finally, he recruited the two elders, the tortoise and the snake, into his assault team.

This time, he had no interest in dealing with the major families and gangs, and instead planned to head directly to Shuofang Dragon City.

To catch the thief, first catch the king. If we don't give the Northern Zhou royal family a good beating, who knows how long this entanglement will last?
When he fought against Master Xuyuan and the eldest disciple of Linghe, the gray aura emanating from their bodies made Lu Wubing feel even more anxious.

The method by which the other party possessed a person and turned them into a puppet was truly bizarre.

Without anyone noticing, they can turn a sect or a gang against their will... It's truly difficult to defend against.

Not everyone has unlimited vitality protecting them, or an indestructible body.

And virtually no one can use the technique of imbalance of the six qi to outmaneuver their opponent.

From a certain perspective, the opponent's method of spiritual solidification and soul transmigration is basically unsolvable for people in the martial arts world.

Most martial arts techniques appear pale and powerless when faced with an attack launched from the spiritual and soul level.

It's like the difference between martial arts and immortal magic/demonic arts, separated by mountains and seas.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a "dimensional reduction attack".

No need to ask, this kind of power, apart from the Ten Directions Seal, is probably the only other possibility.

It's most likely that it's the Lord of the Wheel of Reincarnation, Ye Wushuang... This Ten Directions Seal is very likely in his hands.

Lu Wubing wasn't worried at all about a direct confrontation.

The fact that the other party made such a sneaky move is rather troublesome.

Thinking about his own Yuanling Sword Technique, he realized that there were still some flaws in its mental aspects.

A longing arose in Lu Wubing's heart.

Once you obtain this true seal, you will have no weaknesses in your soul, body, or cultivation of vital energy.

Breaking through to the level of Grandmaster is just around the corner.

Instead of running around searching for that person's whereabouts, it would be better to attack where the enemy must defend and take a trip to Black Dragon City.

For so many years, the Demonic Sect and the Northern Zhou have been as close as if they were one and the same.

Before the main army moves, the Demonic Sect goes first...

Lu Wubing would never believe it if you said there was no connection between them.

He had even imagined some melodramatic scenarios, such as starting a relationship only to abandon the partner, father and son killing each other, and a real and fake crown prince.

Regardless of the reason.

Ye Wushuang and the Northern Zhou royal family must have had a very close relationship.

Therefore, as long as we break into Heilongtai and kill Emperor Yuwen Zhao of Northern Zhou, Ye Wushuang will definitely show up.

The masters of the Demonic Sect will certainly not stand idly by.

This is the best opportunity.

If we miss this opportunity, once the Demon Lord, who merely manipulates souls from afar, steps into the Supreme Grandmaster realm and gains the ability to shatter the void...

The chances of obtaining the true seal of the Ten Directions Seal concerning the soul are slim.

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(End of this chapter)