One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 290: The Rising Sun

"Xiao Ting..."

Ying Huazhuo watched Xiao Ting's head being chopped off by the sword, and blood splattered all over the ground.

He couldn't help but feel great pain in his heart. He had spent a lot of effort to cultivate this disciple. Although he was not his only disciple, he had also raised him since childhood. Although the emotions of cultivators were weak, they were not nonexistent.

Ying Huazhuo immediately strode forward.

It was not that he had lost his mind, but he knew that he had to go in himself, and he also needed to appear determined, so that his behavior of letting his disciples explore the way for him would not be brought up by others.

So he had to bring the body back and at the same time find out the effective range of the magic rhyme of the Demon-Suppressing Wall.

He also believed that if he went to his disciple Xiao Ting, he would be able to escape unscathed.

He walked forward a few steps, and then suddenly stopped moving. A phantom walked out from his body, and when it walked more than twenty steps forward, it stood still. At the moment when it turned from phantom to real, he was like a human-shaped cocoon.

After a while, another illusory figure walked out of the new human-shaped cocoon and continued to move forward.

The Gangsha he formed was cultivated in a unique way. Not only was his magic power poisonous, but he could also use his mind to transform it into insect eggs that parasitize other people's bodies, causing countless insects to quickly grow from their bodies, turning them into insect-men in a very short period of time. He could also control others through the strange insects that parasitized other people's bodies.

Even after forming the elixir in the future, one can use insects to create clones, which have the magical effect of differentiating into all kinds of life, and are known as the insect mother and insect father.

And now this spell is called the Cocoon Escape Spell.

He believed that Zhao Fuyun asked Xiao Ting to go so far just to lure him there, so each callus on his body was his stepping stone in dangerous places and his retreat.

Not only the people in the camp found this scene mysterious, but Bai Zhi in the back also nodded silently in his heart as he watched this scene.

Someone nearby said, "Brother Ying's magic was mysterious, and his disciples were unable to learn it, which is why they died."

When the people in the camp under the Demon Suppression Wall saw this scene, some of them couldn't help but ask, "What kind of magic is this? Shedding the body into a cocoon, doesn't that mean any magic will have no effect on him?"

"Hmph, under the Demon-Suppressing Wall, there is a forbidden spell that can suppress thoughts. If this spell is brought closer, it will be impossible for him to retreat." Yu Huaian said.

Over the years, everyone has felt the Demon-Suppressing Wall and gained insights into the Dharma from it. It can be said that they can mobilize the magic rhythm of the Demon-Suppressing Wall here.

Naturally, Yu Huaian has a certain understanding of the Demon-Suppressing Wall, but even though Yu Huaian said this, some people still think that it may not be able to suppress it. After all, this person is also from Zifu, and the cocoon body spells he left behind seem to be designed to deal with the Demon-Suppressing Wall.

Finally, Ying Huazhuo arrived beside Xiao Ting. He took out a yellow bag and was about to put Xiao Ting's body into it. This was the magic weapon, the Hundred Poisons and Insects Bag, which he had refined. What he was thinking in his mind was to put the body of his disciple Xiao Ting into it first, and then take advantage of the people in the camp not being prepared to attack them and put them into his Hundred Poisons and Insects Bag.

As long as they are put into his poisonous insect bag, they will be refined into poisonous water in a short time to feed his own insects.

By returning in this way, he not only found out the details of the Demon-Suppressing Wall, but also captured so many Foundation Establishment cultivators, avenged his disciples, and saved face in front of those people.

A gray light flashed from the poisonous insect bag in his hand and fell on the fallen corpse, and a scene beyond his expectation appeared.

Xiao Ting's body was motionless, and he was shocked. At this moment, he seemed to be touched by something. He suddenly looked up at the sky, and saw light shining on him from the Demon-Suppressing Wall which was some distance away.

There is a view of continuous mountains in the light.

At this moment, he wanted to retreat, but found that he could not move, or rather, his body and thoughts were pressed down by a tremendous force.

At this moment, a beam of light flew out from the camp, and at the same time, an excited and excited voice sounded: "Look at my sword."

His body seemed to be rusted at this moment and could not move. He seemed to see continuous mountains in the light and he felt like an ant beneath the mountains.

The sword light has fallen.

He felt severe pain and wanted to perform the cocoon escape technique, but the magic power and magic thoughts in his body were suppressed by the light and the mountain, and he could not move.

He felt despair in his heart, and he felt his head had tilted to one side.

Although his body was strong, he could not ignore the attacks of other people's flying swords. The sword hit his head, but did not cut it off completely. Instead, it tilted to one side, with only half of the skin still connected.

"Break!"

Another excited shout, his eyes saw the sword light like snow, chopping down like an axe, which made him so desperate and powerless.

His head rolled to the ground and blood gushed out, just like his disciple Xiao Ting.

But he was not dead yet, he still had hope. Two insects crawled out from his eyes. The liquid on their bodies quickly dried up, and their two pairs of wings spread and flew away.

He had thoughts on the insects. As long as one of the pair of insects flew out and laid eggs in a person's body, he would have the chance to take over that person's body. Although he had never done it before, this was the only way he could do at this moment.

Just as the two insects flew up, he suddenly felt an extremely hot sensation on his body, and then it started to burn silently.

In the camp over there, Fang Xiaoshan said excitedly: "My sword, Fang Xiaoshan, killed two people in a row. Is it powerful? One is at the foundation building stage, and the other is at the purple palace stage. Is it powerful? What do you think?"

"Great, great, you are awesome."

Fang Xiaoshan's honest face couldn't hide his excitement.

Everyone exclaimed that he was amazing, but some people disagreed, while others thought that Fang Xiaoshan was indeed amazing.

For example, Yu Huaian felt that Fang Xiaoshan was very good at seizing opportunities. He saw through the moment Ying Huazhuo was stunned, and then he drew his sword without any hesitation or delay.

Just this one thing is enough to make him an excellent sword-wielding monk.

"I killed his disciple with the Wind-Scroll Sword Style, and I killed his master with the Broken Gold Style. Haha, after this matter is over, I will officially open a school and teach my twelve-way Xiaoshan Sword Technique, haha..."

Many monks do not like to pass on what they have realized to others. If someone wants to learn, the other party needs to pay a huge price. However, some people like to share what they have realized with others. They feel that it is worthy of their good fortune.

In the dark void in the distance, there was a handkerchief floating like a cloud. On the handkerchief stood a group of people, among whom was Bai Zhi, whose chest was rising and falling. He saw it all.

He wanted to say that Ying Huazhu was incompetent, but changed his mind when the words came to his lips, and said: "Master Ying has fallen into the trap of that man surnamed Zhao and lost his virginity in front of the wall. Do you have any good ideas to break this forbidden method of the Taoist temple?"

Taoist Jing Yuan, who had been shouting that he wanted to take the lead in avenging his disciples, also fell silent. In the past, he had only heard that the disciples of Tiandu Mountain were difficult to deal with, and he thought it was exaggerated when he heard others say it, or that he thought the other party was not capable enough. Now that he was facing them himself, he felt that they were really difficult and dangerous.

He knew Ying Huazhuo, who had very strange abilities. He could kill people without them being seen, and he was even more powerful in escaping. He was also good at expelling insects and using poisons, and was hard to guard against. One person could do the work of several people, but even such a person still died in front of the wall without even a struggle.

The foundation-building monks behind them all looked unhappy and dared not say a word.

They originally thought it would be a hunting match and a grand event, but they lost two foundation building cultivators and one purple mansion cultivator at the very beginning, which made them feel sad.

"Why don't we attack together and make him lose sight of the big picture?" someone said.

The person who was speaking was named Ma Jiu, and he was a disciple of Magu Cave in Mianma Mountain in Qianshan Kingdom.

There had been a Jindan cultivator in Magu Cave, but Magu left when her life was about to end. The cave was passed on to Ma Jiu's senior sister Ma Sangu. Ma Jiu was dissatisfied, so she left Magu Cave and made friends with Bai Zhi, who gave her a place to stay as a Taoist temple.

"It's still not easy to break." Taoist Jingyuan pondered for a while and said, "This demon-suppressing wall faces darkness, but the back is just a long mountain. We might as well attack from the back."

As soon as he said this, Bai Wuhen immediately said, "Attack the enemy from behind and make his magic wall useless."

Ma Jiu also thought it was a good idea. Avoiding the enemy's edge and attacking from behind was a good idea, and there were also these foundation-building monks who could set up the formation.

"Okay, let's go behind the mountain and start from there, cutting down the mountain and breaking through the walls." Bai Zhi saw that everyone had the same idea, and he thought it was a good idea, which was the same as his previous idea.

But he didn't expect that two people had already died just when he tried it.

This led him to want to attack from behind, but he was afraid that people would think he was cowardly, so when someone else suggested it, he naturally made a quick decision.

Then they rode the floating cloud handkerchief around the mountain wall and came to the back of it. They saw the ridge of the mountain behind it looked like a winding green dragon.

The messy hills next to it look like waves, and the end point is the Demon-Suppressing Wall. The Demon-Suppressing Wall is neat and flat, as if a sword has cut down the green dragon.

"This is a good mountain. Someone killed a dragon and cut off its veins before. This time we will cut down the mountain and break the wall again." Bai Zhi said loudly. He spoke with great heroism and tried to mobilize everyone's morale.

But Ying Huazhuo died, and even though he spoke with great vigor, few responded.

"This time, I brought the 'Sealing the Mountain and Commanding the Gods to Move Acupoints Map'. I will seal the spiritual veins of this mountain and command the mountain gods to release the spiritual veins. The mountain gods will follow my orders and move, and I can directly break through the mountain wall from the back. The mountain wall can be broken in the blink of an eye."

Bai Wuhen was also a little surprised, because he didn't expect that his uncle would actually bring the Bai family's treasure with him.

The others were also surprised, but after careful thought, they felt that it was reasonable. Now was the time for Bai Zhi to establish his authority, so how could he not take the Bai family's treasure with him?

The other foundation-building cultivators also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, for they knew about the Bai family's 'Sealing the Mountains and Commanding the Gods to Walk Through the Acupoints Map'. The formation laid out on this map allowed the Bai family to gain a foothold in the Qianshan Kingdom, and even though there had been several dangers in history, the Bai family was able to be protected from being exterminated until external aid arrived to rescue them.

Bai Zhi felt everyone's confidence was restored, and said with satisfaction, "Once we break the Demon-Suppressing Wall, Zhao Fuyun is just a mere one. It will not be difficult for us to kill him. And my Bai family will never treat you unfairly. If the captured items are secret methods for cultivation, everyone will get one. If they are magic weapons, they will be divided according to merit. Among the foundation-building cultivators in the camp, whoever captures the items will own them."

"Okay!" someone responded loudly.

"Patriarch Bai is very generous. Haha, then I will start a killing spree later."

"It should have been done long ago. Chief Bai, just give your orders. We are here to obey Chief Bai's orders."

Many of those foundation-building monks responded. Bai Zhi had a smile on his face. His eyes scanned the mountain below. He was observing the terrain, and when the time came, he would raise the formation flags and then draw the formation diagram.

At this moment, everyone suddenly turned their heads and found that the sky above the mountain wall was surging with brilliant light. Originally, that brilliant light had always been like the early morning light, and the brightness was not strong, but at this time, the surging light looked like the sun was about to rise.

Bai Zhi frowned slightly. He was not afraid of Zhao Fuyun coming out of the cave. He thought it would be better for him to come out of the cave so that he wouldn't have to set up a formation.

If the other party comes out, they will give up the geographical advantage of the Taoist temple. They have four purple palaces, so how could they be defeated by one person?

He looked at the sky above the mountain wall. In the surging morning light, a red light appeared. When the red light appeared, it was like the morning sun emerging from behind the clouds.

The light turned from red to gold, and from behind the clouds they saw a glimpse of the sun.

In an instant, the dark sky was dispelled by the sunlight.

The dark fog in the mountains and the poisonous barriers in the woods seemed to be dispersing at this moment.

Such a celestial phenomenon and such a magical rhythm made Bai Zhi secretly shocked.

When the light fell on him, he did not feel particularly hot, but the sight of the rising sun with auspicious aura, magnificent weather and majestic atmosphere made him have a bad feeling.

"Some of you said that my magic was flashy, so I spared their lives. Since so many of you are here today, you can appreciate whether Zhao's magic is flashy or not."

The sunlight is obviously warm, but the sound is cold.

Xu Daiyu was also among those foundation-building cultivators. She knew best what had happened. She had never imagined that some of Bai Wuhen's words at that time would lead to such a big incident.

Bai Wuhen's face also changed. He was furious and wanted to speak, but he didn't know how to start. After all, he was suppressed by someone with just a slap on his hand.

At this time, Bai Zhi said, "It is indeed flashy and impractical. No matter how bright your magic is, what can it do to us?"

Just as he finished speaking, the sun, which had just shown its head in the sky, suddenly jumped out. In an instant, it shone brilliantly. In the endless golden and white light, there seemed to be flames rolling down.

They couldn't see clearly at all, it was not the sun, but a lamp.

At the same time, they heard a majestic spell in their ears.

"Red Flame Edict!"

Their eyes were already burning, and the rolling flames seemed to have directly penetrated the void. The moment they closed their eyes, the flames still burned from their pupils into their bodies.

"burn!"

The curse was finally completed. In just a moment, all those people, whether they were Purple Mansion or Foundation Establishment cultivators, felt their internal organs burning with anger.

(End of this chapter)