Immortal Road.

Chapter 280: The finishing touch, Night Parade of One Hundred Demons

The fog was heavy, with white and green alternating.

From time to time, roars could be heard coming from inside while rolling.

Occasionally it is accompanied by sweet gasps, witty words, seductive teasing, and lascivious music that disturbs the mind.

Looking from outside the canyon, you can vaguely see pavilions and towers, mirages emerging, and the bizarre lights constantly changing, hazy and dreamy.

Several large formations on the periphery also began to tremble, and the flags at the base of the formations absorbed spiritual energy and increased the output force inside the formations.

Master Puchang put all his efforts into it, mobilized all the means, and bet all the chips on this decisive kill.

There is absolutely no way the three youngsters inside can withstand his special magical powers!
In the late Jindan stage, he stood at the top of the cultivation world.

Even without the emergence of his Nascent Soul, he can sweep away all kinds of monsters and demons, shock all sects and families, and sit on the throne of a giant in a certain field. This is the source of his confidence!

Although these geniuses are powerful, and two of them can even cross a large realm and kill enemies in the Foundation Establishment Stage, Master Puchang also rose step by step from a low-level cultivator, so he naturally knows the huge gap between the late Golden Core Stage and the early Golden Core Stage.

On the road to immortality, at different levels, one’s strength will differ greatly as one advances.

In the later stage, the gap between two small realms will be even greater than the previous big realms. This is not an exaggeration at all!

How can a high-level cultivator, with just his own strength, massacre a sect, destroy a country and seize power?

Because this is a world where every individual's power is concentrated in one person.

In the eyes of the big shots, as fellow cultivators, low-level cultivators are actually no different from ants. Even if there are thousands or tens of thousands of them, they can be destroyed in the blink of an eye and become a passing cloud.

The Jindan stage, as the starting point for high-level cultivators, is also an important watershed.

With each subsequent breakthrough in a small realm, the mana will be multiplied, which means that the power and endurance will be even stronger.

This is one of the reasons why Master Chang and Taoist Yu couldn't even last for an incense stick of time in front of Master Puchang.

Although they had the help of the power of the formation, and also because they were exhausted and their combat effectiveness declined, they were not even able to escape and were killed cleanly and neatly, which was enough to show how powerful the late Jindan was.

Recalling the time when the Lujiang League attacked the Dai family and finally divided up the Dai family's treasure "The Art of Flowing Gold and Melting Stone", the ancestor of the Yang family was ambushed by Xingyao Aurora and was seriously injured. However, once he used his minor magical powers, he was able to overwhelm the nine Jindan-stage elders in the league and came out on top.

This is the crushing of strength and realm!

Now Master Puchang has exhausted all his magical powers and is making a desperate attempt to decide the outcome of the battle in one go, which also forces the three of them into a desperate situation.

However, these three people are not ordinary people.

Zhong Shenxiu took the first step.

He had seen many Jindan Zhenren in Bailu Academy and knew how terrifying the strength of each level was. When Master Puchang took action to suppress the whole situation, he realized that he could not sit still and wait for death.

Regardless of whether Sect Leader Xungu and Wuyazi have the means or not, and whether they can survive, he will do his best!

Bailu Academy, the best institution of learning in the State of Lu, has a secret school of martial arts that has been passed down from ancient times to the present day, hidden in a mural on the wall.

This wall is ten meters long and three meters high. A white mirage dragon appears lifelike, with long fluttering whiskers, deep pupils, a gorgeous and slender body, and four claws hidden in the clouds. It is extremely realistic.

However, although this dragon is well drawn, its only flaw is that it has no eyes.

The great master who wrote the inscription on the wall did not add the eyes, which made the painting imperfect.

Many later generations have tried to add eyes, but their depictions lack charm and fail to evoke the true meaning of the painting.

Until later, a peerless genius emerged from Bailu Academy.

It’s Zhong Shenxiu!

Since he entered the academy, he passed by this place one day and was suddenly inspired. He picked up the pen and filled in two eyes in a few strokes, and the mirage dragon on the wall came to life!

In an instant, a terrifying atmosphere shook the entire academy.

A ten-foot-long dragon with its head shaking, tail wagging, fangs bared and claws dancing flew out from the painting, then shrank and flew into his mind.

From then on, Zhong Shenxiu inherited the true meaning of this magical power, condensed the seed of magical power, and obtained this great opportunity!
After the senior management of Bailu Academy learned of this, they hurried to the scene and found that the mirage dragon on the wall had disappeared. This was obviously a one-time magical power inheritance, which would only be passed on to those who were destined to receive it.

The elders sighed helplessly, saying that Zhong Shenxiu was indeed a genius in the immortal way and a man blessed with great fortune, and immediately blocked the news from spreading outside.

Therefore, the news that Zhong Shenxiu accidentally acquired the magical power of "painting the dragon's eyes" has only been circulated in a small circle within the academy, and outsiders were unaware of it.

today.

This was the first time that Zhong Shenxiu displayed this magical power in front of others, and it immediately revealed his immense power.

The seed of magical power represents the complete comprehension of this kind of magical power. It is controlled in the heart, and one move will be earth-shattering!

"Ow~~~"

A dull, deafening sound echoed throughout the fog in the canyon.

A ten-foot-long white mirage dragon appeared vaguely, half-hidden, and constantly shuttled through the vast fog, ignoring all illusions.

The mirage dragon is naturally immune to illusions, and its resistance to illusions is almost maximum. It carries Zhong Shenxiu through the canyon as if it is walking on flat ground, as if it is strolling in its own back garden.

Master Puchang sensed that a huge monster was approaching rapidly within the range of his spiritual awareness, and hurriedly commanded two golden centipedes to go forward to test it.

But the next moment.

"Pah~pah~"

The two golden centipedes flew back and were slapped back like flies!
A dragon head as big as a house poked out, and two eyes as big as doors and windows were soaked in the changing situation and vicissitudes of life. Huge pressure filled the void.

"Ow~~~"

As the mirage dragon roared, the fog around it began to churn, the force of the strong wind surged, countless ice knives and frost swords condensed between heaven and earth, and drops of granular crystals reflected the cool light, shooting over like an overwhelming force.

Master Puchang was horrified, and quickly mobilized the formation to contain the enemy, controlled the handleless flying knife, recalled the two golden centipedes again, and offered up three gold bricks in succession for defense.

For a moment, the sound of "bang bang bang bang bang" was heard, and the two men were engaged in a life-and-death fight of equal strength.

During this time, the young master Jiuyou in the fog also completed the pre-casting of the spell.

The young master Jiuyou did not use his ultimate skill right away like Zhong Shenxiu did, because he did not have a magical power seed that could be used instantly, nor did he have the excellent resistance to illusions like Lin Shan, who could not stay in the fog for a long time.

After a while, because Zhong Shenxiu was the first to withstand the pressure, he successfully used the Jiuyou Sect's magical power.

The Jiuyou Sect was a top-level demonic sect that has since been destroyed, but it was once prosperous and glorious. It was filled with many masters, and the young master of Jiuyou was also favored by the sect's Demon Lord when he was young, and had observed the sect's unique skills countless times in advance.

After the fall of the Jiuyou Sect, he hid in the Yuanmo Sect of the Jin State for half a century and never had the opportunity to show his strength.

This time when he went out of seclusion and came to the forbidden area on the cliff, he and Zhong Shenxiu inexplicably encountered a life-and-death crisis, which made him feel absurd as if he was like an innocent person who was on fire in the city.

"Is this the person with great luck? If you follow him, your luck will backfire and you will be overwhelmed with bad luck?"

He attributed this unfortunate phenomenon to Zhong Shenxiu.

But since I have encountered it, I can only fight with resentment.

For no apparent reason, dark clouds covered the sky, and thick ink covered the sky.

The entire canyon lost its sunlight in an instant and became pitch black.

The shrill screams gradually deepened, starting as small as raindrops and gradually gathering into a huge force!
"Come, come~~~"

"嘁嘁嘁~~~"

"Chijijiji~~~" Black shadows came out from all directions at some point in time.

When I looked closer, I realized they were evil ghosts from the underworld. Each ghost was different. Some had green faces and fangs, some had blue and silver hair, some had one eye and no nose, some had a huge mouth, and some had left eyes as big as lanterns and right eyes as small as marbles.
These evil spirits emerged from the darkness shrieking, and at first they staggered, then gradually began to run fast, and finally passed by in a shadowy and whistling manner.

"Hundred Ghosts Night Parade!"

Here we are talking about a hundred ghosts, but in reality the number is far more than a hundred. There are tens of thousands of them, densely packed together, like a Shura battlefield with swords and horses.

These evil ghosts were unorganized and undisciplined. The moment they were summoned by the young master of Jiuyou, they were instructed to head straight for the enemy.

If you want to break the fog and illusion, you have to solve the source first.

Master Puchang was fighting with Zhong Shenxiu. After all, Master Puchang was a veteran in the late Jindan stage. Even if Zhong Shenxiu had real magical powers, he was only in the early Jindan stage.

In terms of mana quality and power, it still pales in comparison. The strength of the supernatural power is naturally linked to the cultivator's mana realm.

Master Puchang had already been distracted, and he mobilized various means to suppress Zhong Shenxiu. As a result, a new situation arose in the formation, which made him feel annoyed.

He once again commanded the two golden centipedes to go and investigate, but they were slapped back the next moment.

Countless black shadows were howling like ghosts and wolves, and an endless black ocean was surging towards them. The canyon was immediately filled with the cold air of the Netherworld, becoming as gloomy and eerie as a ghostland.

"Ghostly magical power!"

Master Puchang was shocked, and felt that he would soon lose control of the situation. He had no choice but to bear the pain and take out the twelve small flags again.

That set of top-level magic weapons.

The twelve Ming Snakes were originally defeated and damaged, and needed to be repaired and maintained afterwards.

But the situation is critical now, and Master Puchang has no choice but to take it out as a temporary solution.

A mouthful of essence was sprayed up, and the green flag turned from light green to dark green, and its spiritual light was briefly restored.

Then they were thrown down the canyon by Master Puchang, and then twelve groups of clear light gathered together, and with the help of the formation, a group of ferocious beasts and snakes condensed and rushed to the top of the canyon.

The young master of Jiuyou hid among the ghosts and commanded a group of evil ghosts to kill him, but they were temporarily blocked by the top-level magic weapons and formations. Twelve Ming snakes formed an iron barrel formation, firmly blocking the impact of the torrent of evil ghosts. If one came, he would kill one; if two came, he would kill a pair!
Fortunately, the strength of "One Hundred Demons Night Parade" lies in the fact that as long as the magic power is not exhausted, it can continuously summon demons from the Nine Netherworld, and it will fight a war of attrition.

For a moment, mirage dragons roared in the sky, ghosts screamed in the fog, and iron horses raged on the icy river.

Master Puchang tried his best to maintain the situation. He knew that he had not lost yet. He was just waiting for Lin Shan to be worn out to death by his illusion, and then he would look for a good opportunity to turn the tables.

Zhong Shenxiu and Young Master Jiuyou were maintaining their sect's magical powers, and their mana was depleted even more. They all looked pale and anxious.

At this moment, I don’t know when.

The wind suddenly started to blow around.

It was not an ordinary wind, but a fierce and violent tornado that blew across my body and caused pain all over.

"Ok?"

Master Puchang, Zhong Shenxiu, and Young Master Jiuyou all felt that something was wrong.

No matter who was on the field, they could feel the extraordinary power of this wind. The key was that it blew indiscriminately, and even the evil ghost army of Young Master Jiuyou was affected.

The ghosts with lower cultivation levels were instantly shattered to pieces, and those with slightly higher cultivation levels could not survive more than a few breaths before melting into a wisp of black smoke. Only the ghosts with powerful cultivation levels could barely resist.

"Could it be that Master Puchang has some other tricks up his sleeve?"

Young Master Jiuyou was stunned and looked confused.

The twelve singing snakes seemed to be under less pressure, but in fact they still had to endure the baptism of the strong wind, and their spiritual light flickered like a power short circuit.

"Nine Heavens Strong Wind!"

Zhong Shenxiu immediately recognized the origin of this wind, and quickly put on a piece of armor. He also put on a jacket because he was worried, and protected himself tightly.

The other two were busy and followed suit.

When they saw that Master Puchang was also resisting the strong wind, Zhong Shenxiu and Young Master Jiuyou suddenly thought of another person.

Looking for the ancient leader!

If we were to ask who is most likely to summon the Nine Heavens Strong Wind, it would be only Sect Leader Xun Gu who has this ability.

How could a genius of the immortal way not have a killer move that was not bad enough? !
It seems that we still have hope!

Just when the two of them were overjoyed and the originally stalemate situation was about to turn around.

There were bursts of thunder in the sky and suddenly electric snakes appeared from the dark clouds.

The Nine Heavens Thunder Pool was blocked by dark clouds, so they could not see what was happening higher up.

They could only look up with fear and trepidation at the sky above them. Thunder roared wildly and silver light shone on the ground, as if there was a hermit who was undergoing a tribulation.

It seemed as if it would strike down at the next moment, and no one knew who would be the unlucky guy's head.

In an instant, Master Puchang's body trembled!
not good!

He felt like he was being locked by something!
That feeling of having no escape, no way to avoid it.
Could it be.
Thunder. Thunder tribulation?

Master Puchang was so frightened that his soul flew away!

He is already in the late Jindan stage, how could he not know how powerful the thunder tribulation is?

If he had been confident that he could survive the thunder tribulation, he would be a powerful Yuanying stage cultivator now. How could he still be a Jindan stage cultivator?
It was because he was not sure that he went to the forbidden area on the cliff to fight to the death when the deadline was approaching.

Either get the elixir of longevity, or obtain the spiritual materials to refine the treasure of overcoming the tribulation, or find the opportunity to improve your own strength, or find a good place to overcome the tribulation.
Right now, not only is his preparation incomplete, but his magic power has been exhausted and his condition is not at its peak. He is being restrained by Zhong Shenxiu and Wuyazi. How can he survive this situation?

Why did the heavenly calamity come at this time, if not earlier or later?

Master Puchang was trembling all over, his heart was pounding, and drops of cold sweat began to pour out.

He wanted to run and escape from the locked range of the Thunder Pool, but Zhong Shenxiu and Young Master Jiuyou reacted immediately and pinned him down in place, not giving him any chance to escape.

That mirage dragon was a product of the sect's magical power, and it posed a huge threat to him as it walked in the illusion. Although half of Young Master Jiuyou's Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts was cleared out by the Nine Heavens Gale, it had no problem targeting the Twelve-Cry Snakes.

The sky was filled with bright silvery light, gathering into a sea of ​​thunder.

It was reflected on the frightened old face of Master Puchang. He had never been so frightened before and felt that he was about to meet the King of Hell in the next moment.

"Boom~~~"

"Crack!"

Amidst the lightning and thunder, a figure vaguely emerged from the fog.

Her white clothes are whiter than snow and she looks like a flying fairy.

The nine-day strong wind blew up his fluttering sleeves, but it was as gentle as a young girl and did not hurt him at all.

Electric snakes were raging in the sky and thunder was flashing, but they were gathering faintly above his head and moving along with his footsteps like followers.

The three people who were fighting fiercely were stunned at this moment, with their mouths wide open, unable to speak.

Lin Shan smiled slightly:
"Brother Zhong, Brother Wuyazi, are you late in coming down?"

(End of this chapter)