The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 112 Here I come!

Several hours earlier—

Ancient locust tree collection.

Yuan Danqiu sat before the altar, his heart calm yet turbulent. The power of the Taoist altar had been activated, giving him some means of self-protection. The old Taoist looked at Hui Niang, who was squatting beside him, watching ants crawl.

Hopefully, things will be resolved smoothly.

The old Taoist could only think this way, but suddenly, he saw Hui Niang, who was watching the ants crawl, stand up abruptly. A look of great fear suddenly appeared on her expressionless face.

The little girl retreated, so hastily that she fell to the ground.

Her face was already deathly pale, but now it was completely bloodless. Her dark pupils were fixed on the distant sky. Yuan Danqiu subconsciously got up to help the child, but then he noticed the little girl's eyes.

Hui Niang used evil magic to nail the living soul into the body.

Having received a bit of spiritual enlightenment from the spirit of Misty Peak, she was in a state between life and death. Therefore, like that Buddha lamp, she could see some special things. Yuan Danqiu saw the reflected glow in the little girl's eyes.

The rosy glow, like golden flames, was drifting towards the ancient locust tree village.

It drifted in?!

The old Taoist's pupils suddenly contracted, and he became agile.

He suddenly grabbed Xiao Huiniang with his right hand, retreated backward to create distance, and at the same time, pressed his left hand on the ground, opening the altar. A layer of invisible magical ripples spread outward and collided with the golden light.

The golden rays of light crashed against the barrier of the altar, producing a crackling sound.

Wisps of smoke drifted out.

Yuan Danqiu's heart was pounding.

He hurriedly placed Hui Niang on the ground, pinched a willow leaf between his fingers, dipped it in the prepared talisman water, and then swept it across his eyes, activating his divine eye. Looking into the distance, he saw the so-called rosy light.

The golden, winding path conceals not the glow of dawn, but countless tiny insects.

The insects flapped their wings and enveloped us.

The calamity of Wugong Town, and the great calamity that stretches for thousands of miles, has begun.

The old Taoist priest used the Xuan Tan laws and decrees to transform them into a protective Taoist ritual barrier.

However, these can only resist the swarms of insects coming from the outside.

These insects reacted when they discovered a high-ranking Taoist master inside.

Using his prepared countermeasure, insects appeared out of nowhere inside the Xuan Tan barrier, flapping their wings and attacking. The old Taoist used the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams footwork to dodge one of the insects, and with his left hand, he drew out the Heavenly Ruler and smashed it into the insect.

The insect was as big as a millstone, and the sound of its wings flapping was piercing and noisy.

Yuan Danqiu made a spell, slapping his token on the altar. A bolt of lightning appeared above the altar and crashed down, charring the insect black. Looking around, some slightly more powerful monsters had somehow bypassed the altar and entered.

These monsters headed straight for the various local deities who presided over the altar, as well as Yuan Danqiu.

The goal is to kill all those who preside over the altar, destroy the barrier-like spells set up by Yuan Danqiu, and invade this land on a large scale, attacking the last Daoist temple of the god of agriculture, Houji.

Yuan Danqiu's guardian deity had been lost, so he had to personally wield the decree. Fortunately, the altar had already been activated, which allowed the Taoist lineage to cast spells smoothly.

The surrounding insect demons were scattered and destroyed by the wind and thunder.

The altar borrows the law from heaven and earth.

If one's cultivation is sufficient, setting up an altar will not significantly deplete one's own magical power.

However, there were limitations on the area. Yuan Danqiu killed another giant insect that flew over. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw several monsters rushing towards Yin Zichuan, Lian Niang, and Hui Niang. He was anxious, but he could not leave the Xuan Tan.

Yuan Danqiu shouted, "Run!!!"

Hui Niang and her two companions were no match for the monsters. Lian Niang held the little girl in her arms and used her body to shield Hui Niang, while Yin Zichuan spread his arms to block the monsters.

This talkative scholar was now as brave and fierce as a general.

Just when he almost thought he was about to be annihilated.

Two faint sword cries rang out, and the two giant insects with ferocious mouthparts and strange carapaces fell to the ground, flowing out a pool of green, foul blood. Everyone was stunned and saw a cold and aloof woman standing in mid-air, holding two long swords in her hands.

Bihen's eyes, with their upturned corners, were extremely large, reflecting the entire Ancient Locust Village.

She should have followed her godmother's words and orders and brought Zhou Yan back, but for some reason, when she was outside, she always had some instincts that made her subconsciously ignore her godmother's orders.

She had forgotten that Zhu Zicheng had asked her to come here together.

Then she flapped her wings and went to a lake in the South Mountain. Looking at the vast sky and earth, she had a dream. In the dream, a group of people were telling her something. She was in a daze for a long time. When she returned to this place, she saw insect demons everywhere.

When I saw these insect demons slaughtering living beings.

The body produced a strong rejection reaction.

One was the order from his godmother, the Weaver Girl, who had raised him.

One is the original nature and foundation of this body and soul.

In the end, Bihen still took action to intercept the insect demon. Her eyes were calm, as if she was thinking. Yuan Danqiu said loudly, "You are, fellow Daoist. I see that you have a pure aura. You must be a spirit who cultivates in seclusion and does not eat blood. Please help me."

Bihen's tiny, broken teeth touched each other.

After a moment of silence, he realized that humans needed to communicate using language.

"I am ordered to take Zhou Yan back."

Yuan Danqiu looked at the slender, aloof, yet otherworldly woman:
"You know Zhou Yan? Are you his friend?"

Bihen said, "No."

"only……"

She thought for a moment and replied, "I need to wait for him to return here. If something happens to you, he probably won't come back."

"Therefore, I am not helping you."

"It's just that we need to protect this place to complete the mission."

"Don't overthink it."

Bihen descended, revealing a small and delicate oval face with clear contours and soft lines. Her pale skin was almost translucent, as if formed from moonlight or mist. With a wave of her hands, two slender swords swirled around her, protecting Huiniang and the others.

Although Yuan Danqiu didn't understand the woman's origins, judging from her spirit and the pure energy emanating from her head, she was clearly from a lineage of Taoist practitioners who lived a secluded life, subsisting on wind and dew. So he breathed a sigh of relief and looked into the distance. Insect demons had appeared here, and the situation in Zhou Yan and Shen Cangming would only worsen.

Zhou Yan...

Zheng! ! !
The heavy blade whistled, cleaving through the corpses of insects. Zhou Yan fought fiercely in the huge hollow beneath the Reclining Buddha Temple. The Hungry Ghost Jade Talisman desperately devoured the drought demon blood within Zhou Yan's body, a process that was extremely painful and caused immense damage to the body.

Zhou Yan used pain as a pretext for killing.

The power to restore the divine grain of the god of agriculture disappeared, replaced by the calamity fire of the drought demon. The insects were cleaved and severed, while the demon in human skin and insect molt was broken and shattered by Zhou Yan.

From initially employing swordsmanship techniques, to later instinctively swinging the sword purely for the purpose of fighting.

Shen Cangming only taught Zhou Yan how to slash, chop, and defend with a counter-slash.

Based on these three moves, Zhou Yan's swordsmanship began to rapidly transform under the onslaught of insects and monsters, becoming short and explosive, with clean and decisive moves. Simple moves were used in endless cycles, pursuing maximum efficiency in combat.

When a person's physical strength is exhausted and their body succumbs to pain, only pure willpower remains to wield the knife.

Suddenly, he felt the knife in his hand become lighter, as if he had broken through some kind of barrier, like a fish entering water. The blade became even sharper, and the speed and power of his moves underwent a significant transformation.

The insect demon Zhijun's face was grim as he watched Zhou Yan fight with his knife, his eyes twitching slightly.

This person has been killing for over an hour?

How many were killed?

Even swordsmanship underwent a transformation amidst this furious carnage.

The simple border guards' swordsmanship, through endless slaughter, has reached the level of a seasoned veteran.

Zhi Jun saw Zhou Yan panting heavily and noticed that the golden patterns on Zhou Yan's arm were spreading rapidly. The effect of the [Purification Spell] was fading. There was drought demon blood in his body and wounds from insect bites on his body. His magic power recovery speed had decreased, and the power of the magic sword was reduced.

Knowing that Zhou Yan's condition was getting worse, his confidence gradually rose.

With a flick of his heavy staff, he clasped his other four arms together in front of him and chanted, "Amitabha, benefactor, you have such a great murderous intent. Let this humble monk guide you."

"The doctrines of Taoism are empty and vague."

"Benefactor, why don't you sit down with me, recite some Buddhist scriptures, and contemplate the Dharma?"

Wielding his weapon, Zhou Yan pushed aside the approaching demons with overwhelming momentum. He raised his sword to block the heavy staff, his eyes fierce, his heart pounding, and the flames formed from the blood of the drought demon surging within him.

wow-

Above the tilting of the earth and the collapse of the heavens, a tiny, blazing fire burned.

Zhi Jun's expression changed: "You!"

Beacon fire and drought!

The hungry ghosts were gradually eroding and devouring this power, while the Earthly Soul and Heavenly Inclination were enough to withstand this raging fire. Blood from Zhou Yan's mouth was steamed by the high temperature inside his body, and the two weapons collided.

Just as Zhijun breathed a sigh of relief, he discovered that the steel staff in his hand had broken and twisted in the middle, and the knife had actually cut in!

The fire from the Earth-Piercing Sky-Piercing technique melted the opponent's staff in two.

A burst of fire pierced directly into Zhijun's body.

As the evil fire spread, flames shot from Zhijun's seven orifices, and his body emitted a burnt stench.

With a sway, his spine suddenly bulged out, and then his skin and flesh cracked open layer by layer. Another monk, Zhijun, emerged from his original body, covered in slime and with a deathly pale face.

The method of the insect demon's transformation.

It was a last resort to save their lives at the cost of severely damaging their vital energy.

Zhi Jun's body had a semi-transparent quality, and his aura was greatly diminished. After being conceived, he was quite arrogant, but he never expected that he would almost be killed by this weakened young swordsman in just one exchange.

Zhou Yan sheathed his sword. He supported the worm with his palm, staggering. This time, he had completely lost the ability to fight. The blood of the drought demon was merging into his blood and body in a domineering way.

Muscles and bones alike are twisted and contorted under the influence of the concept of drought.

It was repaired by the ears of grain from the God of Agriculture.

Zhou Yan realized that his current body was unable to withstand this level of 'battle'. He leaned on his sword because he needed to control the Hungry Ghost Jade Talisman to devour the blood of the drought demon, so he could not control the Mountain Lord Jade Talisman to ride the wind and resist the insects.

The Ming King's Prison Suppression Diagram behind him slowly exhausted its power.

The power of the Taoist scriptures on his arm began to spread.

On one hand, this means that the two buffs have been resisting too many attacks, approaching their own limit. On the other hand, it also means that the two paths of Monk Kongkong and Yuan Danqiu are not going smoothly.

When Zhou Yan breathed, he exhaled a large puff of white air, which meant that his body temperature was too high. Zhi Jun pointed at Zhou Yan and, out of fear and lingering dread, loudly mocked, "Weren't you so bold?"

"So what? The cicada eggs are already on your arm."

"Buddhist methods and Taoist incantations are ineffective. You will either be eaten by the cicada and turned into a human skin worm, or you will be burned to death by the drought demon's fire, or you will be bitten to death bit by bit by the thousands of insects in this place."

What are you still supporting?

"what are you waiting for?"

Zhou Yan raised his knife.

Zhi Jun slammed his staff down, but this time Zhou Yan had no strength left. The golden patterns quickly dissipated. Just as Zhi Jun was about to smash down on Zhou Yan, a sword rang out, and a horizontal sword sliced ​​in almost instantly.

Accompanied by the rumbling sound of walls breaking.

A horizontal sword pierced through Zhi Jun's back.

The cold blade pierced the insect demon's vitals with unparalleled precision. Green demon blood flowed down both sides of the blade, and the rare, blood-red beacon fire, tainted by the baleful aura, instantly dissipated from the blade, causing Zhi Jun's body to stiffen and die.

There was a line of small characters engraved on the blade.

[Cast by Wang Zhongsi in the twenty-third year of the Kaiyuan era].

Shen Cangming!
The next moment, a crimson-gold pill was tossed toward Zhou Yan, who was on his last legs.

"then."

Zhou Yan raised his hand and grabbed the pill.

"Uncle Shen..."

Shen Cangming's responses were always concise and to the point.

"Taking the elixir, breaking through to a higher realm!"

After a pause, he said:

"I'm here."

(End of this chapter)