Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord of the Pure Land

The scholar was so terrified that his soul seemed to fly out of his body.

He never expected that the Taoist priest would not only not flee, but would take the initiative to attack, and the first person he would approach was him!

In the rush, there was no time to use any sophisticated magic. He could only grit his teeth and strike forward with his palm, hoping to slightly slow down the sword's momentum and use the recoil to retreat quickly.

"How hateful! If my physical body hadn't been destroyed and my natal magic sword hadn't been lost, how could this brat have gotten close enough to bully me like a pushover!"

The scholar was both shocked and angry, and felt a deep sense of resentment at being looked down upon.

He figured that even though he had lost his physical body and magical artifacts, he was still a formidable opponent based solely on his combat experience from his previous life.

The fact that this Taoist priest approached him first clearly shows that he thought he was the weakest!

In the blink of an eye that Chen Jiao appeared, the other five cultivators had already reacted.

"Let's do it!"

"Take him down!"

Amidst roars and shrieks, the five demons converged from different directions, covering a distance of a hundred miles in an instant!

In an instant, a cold wind howled, ghosts wailed, and all sorts of spells swept over him!

However, these attacks, though seemingly fierce, all subtly concealed some of their power.

Clearly, they all harbored the idea of ​​capturing and seizing the body, fearing that they might inadvertently destroy this supreme treasure raft in their eyes.

The scene the scholar had envisioned—using his palm to strike the sword and then using the force to fly backward—did not occur.

The Tai Chi Sword passed by without any obstruction, slicing across the scholar's ghostly body's right shoulder and cleanly slicing off his upper body!

The soul was injured, and the excruciating pain came a beat too late.

A look of bewilderment finally appeared on the scholar's face.

next moment.

The soul, now severed in two, suddenly emitted a blazing flame from its wounds, which spread rapidly like burning paper.

In the blink of an eye, it devoured the remaining soul, leaving only a few wisps of green smoke, which were dispersed by the cold wind.

In the blink of an eye, a Golden Core demon perished.

This clean and efficient scene, witnessed by the other five ghosts who were attacking from the front, sent a chill down their spines.

But soon, the chill was replaced by an even more intense greed.

Such an incompetent scholar deserves to be wiped out, leaving no one else to share the spoils!

Although this Taoist's swordsmanship was sharp, he was ultimately only a Golden Core cultivator, and his attack just now must have taken a considerable toll.

We still have five players on our side, and the odds of victory remain in our favor!

At that moment, the combined attack of the five demons arrived!

Faced with this overwhelming combined attack, Chen Jiao remained calm and did not use any exquisite movement techniques to dodge.

Before the momentum of the Tai Chi sword in his hand had subsided, he swept it out in a perfect arc.

A sudden burst of crimson light shone brightly on the sword.

It was no longer just flames clinging to the sword's edge, but transformed into a blazing, brilliant crimson sword aura, bursting forth with immense power!

The fiery clouds surged and rolled, vaguely forming the outline of a blurry yet majestic bird.

Its shape resembles a phoenix, with its head held high and a long cry.

Though there was no sound, a fierce Daoist intent that burned away evil and cleansed the universe suddenly erupted!

Another deadly sword technique from the "Crimson Bright Refining Divine Cave Yang True Scripture"—the "Heavenly Yang Rushing Void Sword Qi"!

"Hey!"

The divine bird formed from the fiery clouds seemed to be holding a condensed sword aura in its beak. With the sweeping momentum of Chen Jiao, it suddenly flapped its wings and pounced out!

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

The demonic claw shattered, the dark thunder fell silent, the foul air evaporated, and the poisonous water dissolved...

The combined might of the five ghosts was like thin frost under the blazing sun, rapidly disintegrating and dissipating before this extremely yang and intense sword energy!

The two closest Golden Core ghosts were the first to be hit, and they were sent flying backward with screams, as if struck by lightning.

The other three ghosts, including the two Nascent Soul cultivators, were also thrown into disarray by the backlash of the blazing, masculine sword energy, and had no choice but to fly backward, all in a sorry state.

The power of a single sword strike actually forced back two Nascent Soul cultivators and three Golden Core cultivators!

Although the ghosts were hesitant to use their full strength due to fear of harming the rat, the Taoist's fierce swordsmanship and supreme yang fire technique still terrified them.

However, just as Chen Jiao forced back the five ghosts with his sword and the energy flowed smoothly...

The palace-dressed female ghost, who had been lurking nearby with the most elusive aura, revealed a sinister smile on her pale face.

She hadn't used her full strength until now, waiting for this moment!

She parted her lips slightly, silently chanting an incantation, and her originally charming eyes suddenly became deep and unfathomable.

Two points of pure light shone from the depths of his pupils, ignoring spatial distance, and instantly disappeared into Chen Jiao's brow!

This is the secret technique of her soul that made her famous during her lifetime: the Jade Spirit Divine Pivot Soul-Stabilizing Needle.

This technique specializes in attacking the soul of cultivators, making it extremely difficult to defend against. At best, it causes a tremor of the soul; at worst, it results in the soul being annihilated! (Author Hengyang Yanqu is waiting for you with "Journey to the West: Starting from the True Lord of Jingfa"!)

Success!

Upon seeing this, the female ghost in palace attire was overjoyed.

But the smile on her face froze the next moment.

Chen Jiao paused slightly, his brows seemed to furrow for a moment, then he raised his hand to rub his temples before relaxing them.

"impossible!"

The female ghost in palace attire cried out in alarm.

Her Soul-Stabilizing Needle was crafted from the essence of Yin spirits, specifically designed to subdue living souls.

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator would suffer a great loss if he were suddenly attacked without a special magic weapon or supernatural power to protect his soul.

It had absolutely no effect on a Golden Core cultivator today?

Still unwilling to believe it, she was filled with shock and anger, and she forcefully summoned her magical power to activate the secret technique once more.

But Chen Jiao no longer gave her a chance, a cold and fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

The Tai Chi sword in his hand emitted a clear and melodious ringing sound, and its crimson light shone brightly once more.

The next moment, his figure vanished from the spot.

The palace-dressed female ghost only felt a blur before her eyes, and the next moment, Chen Jiao had already appeared about ten feet in front of her.

The Tai Chi Sword was raised, its blazing blade reflecting the female ghost's suddenly contorted face of terror, before it came crashing down!

A red line descended, clean and crisp, as if it were just a casual slicing of a thin veil.

The palace-dressed female ghost was terrified and tried to retreat. Her body was surrounded by a surging, yin energy that transformed into layers of pink curtains to protect her. There were also some pale and beautiful petals fluttering down, all of which were spells to bewitch and confuse the mind.

But before that red line, all illusions are like bubbles.

The pink curtains melted away silently, and the beautiful petals turned into wisps of smoke before they could even get close.

The red line swept across.

The female ghost's retreating figure suddenly froze, her face still showing fear and resentment.

Immediately, a straight line quietly appeared on the charming face of the palace-dressed female ghost, running from her brow to the tip of her nose.

The thin lines spread rapidly downwards, gleaming red, tracing across the neck, chest, and abdomen...

Another Golden Core cultivator has fallen.

From Chen Jiao's sudden attack on the scholar to forcing back the six ghosts, and then instantly killing the palace-dressed female ghost.

In just a few breaths, the two Golden Core cultivator ghosts perished one after another, their souls scattered.

The remaining four ghosts all stopped their attack and hovered in mid-air.

The gaze directed at Chen Jiao was devoid of its previous greed and restlessness, replaced only by deep apprehension and icy coldness.

If we say that the death of the Cold and Deep Demon Lord can be attributed to the fact that his cultivation technique was suppressed by the Yang Fire, then it is possible to blame it on the fact that it was suppressed by the Yang Fire.

The instantaneous demise of the scholar and the palace-dressed female ghost shattered the last shred of hope in their hearts.

This Taoist is far beyond the reach of ordinary Golden Core cultivators!

His swordsmanship was so sharp and his killing decisive that it far exceeded their expectations.

No wonder he dared to travel alone through the underworld; he is indeed no ordinary person!

The demon soul with a face full of scars was the first to feel fear. He was an old demon who cherished his life the most. Seeing that there was no hope of seizing the body, he could not care about anything else.

He immediately let out a strange cry, quickly formed hand seals, and conjured up billowing black smoke, intending to flee towards the densely packed area of ​​dead souls in the distance, hoping to hide in the chaos.

He was still shouting, "The wind's getting strong! Get out of here!"

The other three ghosts—the leopard demon, the gray-haired Taoist, and the skinny old man—felt a chill in their hearts when they saw that he didn't flee alone, and they all cursed him as a fool in their hearts.

They had no time to look at anything else, each of them was on high alert, staring intently at the red-robed Taoist.

Chen Jiao did not pursue the fleeing demon soul, but simply raised the Tai Chi Sword in his hand, with flames flickering on its blade.

He gently blew on the sword.

A wisp of true essence of elixir fire landed on the sword.

"boom!"

In an instant, the boundless fire elemental energy surged forth from the void like an inverted river of clouds from the heavens!

The crimson flames, imbued with the pure yang energy to ward off evil, instantly transformed into a sea of ​​fire, catching up with the swirling black smoke and completely engulfing it!

"ah!!"

A short, piercing scream came from the sea of ​​fire, then abruptly stopped.

The black smoke and eerie wind struggled and twisted for less than a breath before turning into a wisp of burnt, foul-smelling blue smoke, along with the demonic soul within.

The eerie wind dissipated, and the black smoke vanished.

The demonic aura had completely vanished, leaving not even a trace.

The three ghosts stood frozen in place, their bodies chilled to the bone.

Looking at the red-robed Taoist priest standing with his sword and a calm expression, they dared not make the slightest move.

The terrifying power of this sword, which could lightly blow away sword fire and incinerate the golden core demon soul from a distance, had utterly terrified them.

Chen Jiao's gaze swept calmly over them, and he said indifferently:

"If this is all you have to offer, you're likely to die again today."