Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 157 Yin-Yang Blood Platform, Reverse Inscription of Scriptures
The leader of the Crimson Sun Altar was greatly shaken. The opponent's methods were so unpredictable that they completely countered his magic.

At this moment, he sits high on the platform, which should give him a significant advantage!

This altar gathers the earth's yin energy inexhaustibly, enough to multiply the power of his magic, far surpassing his usual strength!
But how
Seeing Qi Yun's cold gaze, the chilling light in his eyes piercing like a tangible thorn, the Crimson Sun Altar Master's eyes surged with ruthlessness. He bit his tongue hard, spitting a mouthful of warm blood mist onto the black Soul-Capturing Bell in his hand.

"Ring ring ring!"

The bell suddenly emitted a bright black light, emitting a rapid and piercing buzzing sound. The sound waves seemed to have a tangible presence, frantically washing over the entire underground palace.

The enormous "Yin-Yang Furnace" altar in the center trembled violently, and the runes of the "Scripture of Salvation" engraved on the altar lit up one by one, bursting out with an eerie blood-red light!
With the blessing of the altar, the Master of the Red Sun Altar made hand seals with lightning speed with his left hand, while shaking the bell in his right hand like a madman!

In an instant, the mournful howls of ghosts transformed into countless twisted and transparent chaotic spells, swarming towards Qi Yun like locusts.

Furthermore, a chilling, biting wind swept out from the bottom of the altar, and countless pale, wailing faces materialized in the wind, converging into a surging, gray-black torrent that swept across the sky!

He actually intended to use the altar to overwhelm his opponent with sheer numbers of spells!

However, Qi Yun seemed to be surrounded by an invisible barrier.

The torrent of chaotic divine curse power, which was enough to shatter the soul and melt the flesh of an ordinary cultivator, dissipated as if it had hit an ancient reef when it reached three feet in front of him, and could not disturb his mind in the slightest.

He wields the Great Black Law, governs the rules, eradicates external evils, and his primordial spirit is pure and clear; how could external factors possibly affect him?
As for the howling, chilling winds of magic that could freeze and crack metal and stone, they were like fuel.

The Crimson Hunt True Fire that naturally circulated around Qi Yun was not suppressed; on the contrary, it became even more ferocious when it encountered the wind, with the flames roaring and the light of the flames surging!
The extremely cold and yin wind, upon touching the crimson flames, emitted a sizzling sound and was instantly refined, feeding back into the fire and making the Crimson Hunting Fire burn even more intensely and brilliantly.

The dissipated pure energy surged back, continuously nourishing Qi Yun himself, making his aura increasingly profound and unfathomable.

Amidst the chaos of howling winds and raging flames, Qi Yun seemed oblivious.

He didn't even quicken his pace by the slightest, maintaining that breathtakingly steady rhythm as he shattered the surging aftershocks of the spell, approaching the altar step by step.

The sword sheath pointed diagonally at the ground, incredibly steady, each step he took felt as if he were stomping heavily on the heart meridian of the Crimson Sun Altar Master.

This scene made the Crimson Sun Altar Master's eyes widen in fury and his heart turn cold!
He had already reached the peak of his ordination cultivation. With the blessing of this altar, he could unleash his two great spells without needing his own true qi.

Even so, it was impossible to make the other party pause for even a moment!
What kind of monster is this? !
Could it be someone like Master, who has reached the peak of the Transformation Realm?

Seeing Qi Yun approaching with his sword, he had lost all will to fight and no longer cared about the altar. He immediately made another hand seal.

"Raise the corpse!"

The altar master's face was ferocious as he shook a bell and pointed it at Qi Yun.

In an instant, the dozens of corpse soldiers who had been standing around the altar like statues suddenly had two clusters of eerie green flames light up in their empty eye sockets!
They let out a low, hoarse roar, and their stiff bodies burst forth with a speed that defied their physical form, rushing towards Qi Yun from all directions!

The dry, sharp claws tore through the air, bringing with them gusts of foul wind.

Faced with the swarming zombie soldiers, Qi Yun's eyes narrowed.

"Qiang!"

The Chengyun Sword was suddenly drawn, its dark blade drawing a cold, clear streak of light in the dimly lit underground palace.

With a slight thought, the Crimson Hunting Flame followed his will and instantly spread to the body of the Chengyun Sword!

Instead of retreating, he advanced, stepping into the horde of corpses!
The Five Elements Thunderclap Sword Technique was unleashed instantly!

Wherever the sword passed, the corpse soldiers' bodies, tougher than iron, were severed as easily as a hot knife through oil.

The crimson flames instantly ignited the severed corpses, producing crackling and popping sounds as they transformed into balls of crimson-gold fire. Within moments, they were reduced to ashes, leaving not a trace behind!
The moment the corpse soldiers were burned, the Yin Sha death energy contained within them was forcibly refined by the Crimson Hunting Fire, transforming into a pure energy that flowed back into Qi Yun's body like a stream flowing into the sea. In the instant that the Crimson Sun Altar Master used the corpse refining to trap Qi Yun, he unhesitatingly took out an ancient talisman from his robes, his eyes flashing with intense reluctance, yet he still gritted his teeth and activated it.

"Startling Wind Talisman, ignite!"

With a soft "poof," the talisman transformed into a dense blue light, coiling around his body as if it were alive.

With a light step, the altar master was lifted up by the green mist, as if riding the wind, and sped towards the exit of the underground palace.

Although Qi Yun was entangled by the corpse soldiers, he kept a close eye on the altar's movements.

Seeing this, his eyes sharpened, and the flames of Chengyun Sword in his hand surged. With a single sweep, he forced back all the approaching corpse soldiers.

He stomped his right foot hard, and the blue bricks beneath his feet shattered. He used the momentum to soar into the sky like an eagle striking the heavens. The Chengyun Sword transformed into a streak of crimson-gold flame that tore through the darkness, slashing straight at the blue mist!
"Hey!"

Where the sword passed, the green mist was torn apart by the violent sword energy, and a suppressed, miserable scream could be faintly heard from the altar master, as blood splattered in the air.

But the speed of the blue mist did not decrease but increased, like a falling meteor, rushing out of the underground palace at an even faster speed and disappearing at the end of the passage.

Qi Yun landed gracefully, while the remaining corpse soldiers still roared and charged forward, their eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light, oblivious to the concept of fear.

Outside the ancestral hall, the figure of the Chiyang Altar Master appeared, staggering.

Half of his Taoist robe was torn to shreds, his skin charred and curled, a deep sword wound running from his shoulder to his abdomen, blood gushing out, almost turning him into a blood-soaked figure. He endured the excruciating pain, his face contorted with agony and fear, and roared with all his might:

"Enemy attack! A powerful enemy is attacking! Everyone, listen to my command! Encircle and kill! Encircle and kill him!!"

The shrill roar instantly pierced the deathly silence of the deserted village night sky.

In an instant, a chaotic chorus of footsteps, the sound of weapons being drawn, and fierce shouts surged in from all directions. Torches lit up one after another, illuminating countless fierce figures that rushed toward the ancestral hall like a tidal wave.

They began to gather around Qi Yun, who was in hot pursuit.

Just then, two long, thunderous roars that seemed to shatter the clouds and split rocks suddenly came from the direction of the village entrance!

"Master Qi! We've arrived!"

Then, Songfeng the Old Taoist and Yan Chifeng rushed in!

Yan Chifeng took the lead, his momentum like a tiger descending the mountain. As soon as his long sword was drawn, it brought with it a flash of cold light. The sword wind howled, and the fierce bandits at the forefront were immediately cut down to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

Songfeng the old Taoist followed closely behind, holding the longsword given to him by Qi Yun. Although his moves were a bit clumsy, he had recently received Qi Yun's help and his blood and qi were full, making his strength far beyond what it used to be. In his haste, he swung the sword with great force, creating a fierce wind that was quite impressive. He forced a thief who was trying to sneak up from the flank to retreat repeatedly.

Yan Chifeng swung his sword again, cutting down two enemies who rushed at him. Then he shouted sharply in Qi Yun's direction, "Master Qi, go after the culprit! Leave these scum here to us!"

Seeing this, Qi Yun knew that the opportunity was fleeting. He nodded slightly to the two of them, his eyes flashing like lightning, and instantly locked onto the blood-red figure stumbling and fleeing in the western forest.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, and the true qi in his body surged and gushed out from the Yongquan acupoint, stepping out with all his might!

"boom!"

He stepped into a shallow pit in the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Qi Yun's figure had already transformed into an arrow released from a bow, shooting out with a sharp whooshing sound, chasing straight after the Crimson Sun Altar Master!
It moved so fast that it left a faint afterimage that slowly faded away.

(End of this chapter)