The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

Chapter 128 Fierce Battle

Deputy Island Master Yuan and his Daoist partner were sent flying more than a hundred feet through the air before they finally managed to regain their footing and recall their shield and stone tablet magic treasures to protect them by their side.

The couple looked around and saw that all the walls around them had turned into fleshy walls. They knew they could not escape. They transmitted their voices to Yang Qingyuan and the Duan family patriarch, saying, "Fellow Daoists, this lump of flesh is stronger than a level seven demon beast."

"Only by joining forces can we overcome this crisis."

Seeing that the Blood Demon's remains, consisting only of a mouth, was still able to overpower two Core Formation stage cultivators, Yang Qingyuan was secretly shocked by the power of the Demon Clan.

Deputy Island Master Yuan then spoke up, "Fellow Daoists, please do your best to sever these tentacles. I, Yuan, possess a treasure that can surely destroy the creature's true form."

But before everyone could catch their breath, the tumor had already locked onto them.

In an instant, hundreds of blood-red tentacles suddenly extended and shot towards the crowd.

Upon seeing this, the crowd scattered.

Yuan, the deputy island leader, spat out a pair of ice-attribute throwing knives.

These flying knives were the natal magic weapons that Vice Island Master Yuan had nurtured for hundreds of years. As soon as they appeared, they emitted an astonishing chill as they slashed toward the blood-red tentacles.

However, when the throwing knife struck the tentacle, it could only barely create a wound about an inch long, and it was completely unable to sever the tentacle.

The throwing knife, stained with blood and filth from the tentacles, wobbled precariously.

Deputy Island Master Yuan's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly recalled his flying knife and, together with his Daoist partner, dodged and weaved in the air, avoiding the tentacles. They had no chance to retaliate.

Meanwhile, the black dragon carried Yang Qingyuan and the Duan family patriarch, soaring through the clouds and weaving back and forth between the gaps in its tentacles.

Yang Qingyuan stood atop the black dragon's head and spat out a beam of golden light.

Within the light was a golden writing brush, the very Spring and Autumn Brush that had been refined into a magical artifact.

Yang Qingyuan mobilized the righteous energy and magical power within his dantian and poured it into the Spring and Autumn Annals.

The Spring and Autumn Brush suddenly grew to three feet in length, transforming into a huge writing brush and radiating a dazzling spiritual light.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Qingyuan swung his brush forcefully, scattering black ink everywhere.

The ink suddenly surged and condensed into the character "kill," which disappeared into the Green Radiance Sword. It was the true word "kill."

The Spring and Autumn Annals Brush is a treasure of Confucianism and Taoism, which can enhance one's righteous spirit. Therefore, the power of the "kill" mantra performed with this brush is greatly enhanced.

The Green Radiance Sword, amplified by the mantras "Sword" and "Kill," swelled up to tens of feet in length before slashing fiercely at the numerous tentacles, severing more than ten tentacles in one go.

When Vice Island Master Yuan, who was still focused on his escape, saw this scene, he was startled and very surprised, feeling both shocked and delighted.

"Yang Qingyuan has only recently formed his core, so why is the flying sword he wields so sharp?" The beautiful eyes of the deputy island master beside him were full of surprise.

Vice Island Master Yuan's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. Recalling the scene of his first encounter with Yang Qingyuan, he realized that he had underestimated the other party.

Although the fleshy tumor had its tentacles severed, it had no soul and felt no pain. Acting entirely on its bloodthirsty instincts, it immediately opened its blood-red maw.

The surrounding sea of ​​blood began to surge, and then a large bulge appeared, gushing out like a spring.

The next moment, a gigantic hand emerged from the blood spring and reached out to grab the black dragon.

Once captured, the Ink Dragon will be instantly melted into a pool of blood.

Meanwhile, the Ink Dragon opened its blood-red maw and spat out streams of blue-white dragon flames, which burned towards the Blood-Swept Hand.

The flames were incredibly cold; upon touching the blood hand, they caused it to freeze into an ice block, immobilizing it in mid-air.

The Green Blade bypassed the blood hand and slashed at the tumor, severing dozens of tentacles in succession.

Just when it seemed that the task was about to be completed, the tentacles that the thunder dragon had transformed into suddenly shot out, biting the Green Radiance Sword and then tearing at it with all its might.

The sharp dragon teeth rubbed against the Green Emperor Sword, producing sparks.

The Green Radiance Sword hummed, unable to break free for a moment, and the stalemate continued.

Vice Island Lord Yuan was overjoyed, as there were very few tentacles left beside the tumor.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a stone-shaped magical artifact from his bosom and threw it at the tumor.

"Is this the ancient treasure lightning-absorbing stone?" The Duan family patriarch was quite surprised when he saw the stone.

The lightning-absorbing stone descended from the sky, landing above the tumor and spinning rapidly.

Countless blue-white arcs of lightning shot out from the stone, sweeping in all directions and enveloping the tumor.

Amidst the lightning, the tumor emitted painful howls, its body disintegrating inch by inch at a visible speed.

"Water Divine Thunder—" Upon seeing this, Yang Qingyuan recognized the stone as the one that Vice Island Master Yuan and his wife had used to absorb the Water Divine Thunder when they entered the passageway.

"Monster, why don't you vanish into thin air at once!" Deputy Island Master Yuan shouted, his emotions becoming agitated.

But before he could finish speaking, the water-based divine lightning released by the lightning-absorbing stone began to weaken, clearly nearing its end.

"This?!" Upon seeing this, Vice Island Master Yuan and his wife's expressions turned extremely ugly.

The giant maw in front of the tumor let out a roar, and it seemed that it was about to withstand the attack of the Water-based Divine Thunder.

The Duan family patriarch and Vice Island Master Yuan and his wife couldn't help but feel anxious and uneasy.

Fortunately, at this moment, a landscape painting appeared out of thin air, suspended above the tumor, and slowly unfolded, measuring more than four feet in length.

The painting emitted a rainbow of colors, enveloping the tumor and attempting to pull it into the painting.

Even the blood in the sea of ​​blood was absorbed into the painting.

"This scroll-shaped magical artifact can actually ignore the effects of blood-stained magical artifacts?"

"This—could this be an ancient Confucian or Taoist treasure?!" The Duan family patriarch noticed that the spiritual energy fluctuations on the scroll far exceeded those of ordinary magic treasures, and for a moment he also showed a look of astonishment.

The tumor was suppressed by the righteous energy emanating from the Cangyuan painting, rendering it immobile. It slowly rose from the ground, about to be pulled into the painting.

But the gaping maw in front of the tumor began to wriggle and shrink, and then it detached itself from the tumor and burrowed into the sea of ​​blood below.

"That bloody mouth full of sharp teeth is the real danger. Don't let it escape!" The Duan family patriarch had seen this bloody mouth when he first ventured into the depths of the cave, and immediately warned everyone.

But before he could finish speaking, the bloody mouth suddenly opened and spat out a long purple thread.

A long purple line shot towards Yang Qingyuan's face at such a speed that even the three mid-stage Core Formation cultivators—the Duan family patriarch, the deputy island lord, and his wife—could not see it clearly with their divine senses.

Fortunately, Yang Qingyuan had cultivated the "Great Evolution Technique" and the "Inner Saint Technique," and his divine sense was comparable to that of a late-stage Core Formation cultivator. Only then did he see clearly that the purple light was actually a tongue, and he immediately dodged it.

The purple tongue grazed Yang Qingyuan's temple, its attack missing its mark, only severing a few strands of black hair before it abruptly retracted. Then it shot out again, aiming at Vice Island Master Yuan standing to the side.

Deputy Island Master Yuan couldn't see the purple tongue at all, and in his panic, he could only manipulate the blue water shield to block it in front of him.

But with a soft "poof," the purple tongue easily pierced the blue water shield as if it were a thin sheet of paper. Its remaining power continued as it pierced into Vice Island Master Yuan's body, penetrating his dantian.

On the exposed tip of his tongue was a golden bead, which was none other than the golden elixir that Vice Island Master Yuan had cultivated for hundreds of years.

"What—"

Deputy Island Master Yuan looked down at the wound on his stomach, speechless with disbelief. His consciousness gradually faded, and he vaguely heard his life partner calling his name repeatedly.