Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 140 Curse
The sword came out, the sky opened up, and thunder roared.

Jin Zhong's face was pale. He was the incarnation of a golden silkworm, and was known for his tough body. The black fire just now only made him breathless and only caused minor injuries. But this flying magic sword was really fatal.

His body turned into a golden light, and the golden silkworm returned to his body. This was originally his shed skin, which was used to protect his body at this time. However, a chill rose from his back, and his soul trembled.

Dan Ting came extremely fast, carrying with him lightning and heavenly sounds. The sword body refined with [Light River Gold] had turned into a dark black color, with the Big Dipper pattern on it, and the Tiangang Star was bright, with murderous intent floating in the air, locking onto Jin Zhong.

"What a powerful spiritual consciousness."

Jin Zhong gritted his teeth, burned his essence and blood, and a golden light suddenly appeared around his body to protect him.

Dan Ting roared loudly, approaching inch by inch. Jin Zhong felt a chill in his heart, but there was no escape. The golden light on his body was constantly being dissipated, and he could no longer resist it.

The sword energy poured down, and Jin Zhong's aura dropped, completely breaking the protective magic light. He was horrified and exclaimed:

"Owner!"

In the mountains and fields in the east, a huge hand made up of black spells, surrounded by incense and golden energy, slammed heavily into Dan Ting.

The lightning surged, colliding with countless black spells. The immortal base exerted its power, and the black spell culture served as a cage, constantly honing this magic sword.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, rising straight up and breaking through the spell. Dan Ting's target was always directed at Jin Zhong. He slashed at his qi sea from a distance. The black spell changed again, becoming a naked statue of a god with snake hair, green face and sitting cross-legged.

The two collided and scattered together, but a sword energy still shot out and cut through Jin Zhong's body. The young man vomited blood and fainted, and was caught by the statue.

The spell was retracted, the immortal disappeared, and Jin Zhong was dragged back with only one breath left. A man's voice echoed through the mountains, his tone was faint.

"Master Xu, you broke into my mountain gate and injured my spirit beast. Can you still show some sense?"

Dan Ting transformed into a thunder falcon and flew back to the untied boat. Xu Xuan was still sitting in the boat. He spoke at this moment, smiling:

"Brother Luo He, your words are meaningless. Your people often come to Dongmi to harass us."

"I am an old friend of Daoist 'Chi Yan' from Chi Xin Mountain. You injured my friend and occupied his mountain gate. Do you think I should intervene?"

When Luo He heard this, his tone was cold and the voice came from the east.

"Master Xu is truly a man of honor. I didn't see your men when Xiong Youqi asked me to fight them off. Now that he's gone, you're trying to help him out."

Xu Xuan spoke in a flat and low voice, and there was a sound of thunder beside the boat.

"Fellow Daoist Luo He, if you retreat now, you can still keep your life. I only want the spiritual land."

Luo He's voice sounded again, without any anger in it, he just said:
"I haven't taken action for a long time. If Master Xu wants to give it a try, you can come to my retreat and discuss the Dao together."

"I will go there in a few days."

Luo He said nothing and retracted the spell, obviously having given up on Chixin Mountain.

The barbarians below were defeated, and Chixin Mountain had been occupied. To the east was the mountain where Luo He was in seclusion. The two were very close to each other and faced each other.

Xu Xuan descended on thunder. This place was originally Xiong Youqi's territory, but now the barbarian had fled to Dali and abandoned this place.

He looked around and found that there were no spiritual objects in this place. It seemed shabby. There was only a deep pool. He sent a few captured barbarians to ask about it and learned that the pool was called "Rotten Saliva" and was the nourishment for the cultivators of the "Yuan Du" sect.

"The [Red Fighting Centipede] is the immortal foundation of the "Original Poison" path. The Qi for cultivation needs to be nurtured by poisonous fire. If the [Pond of Dark Poison Fire] is obtained, the Qi will be there. Now there is also the [Pond of Corrupted Saliva], so the resources are also there."

Xu Xuan stood by the pond and pondered for a moment. He had previously not allowed his disciples to practice this immortal foundation, mainly because he was afraid that Changsheng Temple and Tiandu Mountain would find out and bring him into trouble.

Now that Master Hua Yuan was forced to leave the mountain gate by the Fire Crow, Tiandu Mountain moved away directly. He was not afraid of these two families coming to ask questions, and his origins could also be covered up by Wu Huang.

"Fifth-grade Immortal Base, and the first level of [Jiang Lei Ze], Wu Huang also has a similar inheritance, but the grade and mystery are not as good as the one recorded in the "True Method of Observing Poison and Holding Gu".

Practicing "Yuan Du" cannot lead to the Purple Palace, but this is not the main problem that bothers Xu Xuan. "Yuan Du" is lacking in the immortal foundation. [Eaves Chi] affects the mind and makes others think for oneself, while [Chi Dou Centipede] likes to fight and is cruel, and has a vicious nature.

"In the Wuhuang, the resources of the "Original Poison" sect are quite abundant. If we can penetrate the center, seize the sacred mountain, and support one person to cultivate into the "Red Fighting Centipede", it should be safe. However, the choice of this person..."

Xu Xuan felt that the best way was to bestow the [Five Poisons] seal script to restrain the mind and select people to practice. However, this seal script had not seen any movement in all these years, which was a pity.

There are only two people left in the sect who have mastered the fetal breathing realm, Cheng Yan and Zhou Du. However, neither of them is suitable for cultivation. One wants to inherit the legacy of refining equipment, and the other is timid.

"Senior brother."

A shout interrupted his thoughts, and Wen Sian walked forward with a gentle look.

"Si'an is here. Has he found out about Luo He's situation?"

Xu Xuan turned around. Many barbarians were captured in this battle in order to find out the situation in Luohe.

Wen Sian raised her eyebrows, took a few steps closer, and said softly:

"Yes, there is some information. This person is in the late stage of foundation building. He is good at curse-killing. The immortal foundation he cultivated is called [Chaos God Language]. He is good at exorcising ghosts and monsters, and his words are strange and weird. He is famous for his strangeness."

Xu Xuan took Wen Si'an's hand and said with a smile:
"It sounds like this immortal base is not good at fighting, but it has some sinister tricks that we need to be on guard against. The magical weapons, skills, and secret techniques of these independent cultivators are all mediocre and cannot compare to those of the Sky Poison Mountain."

"Once I have fought my way in, I can go straight to the center and take the sacred mountain for my sect. Then our sect will be considered a treasured land."

Wen Sian still had a worried look on his face, and whispered:
"After all, he is in the late stage of foundation building and cannot be underestimated. Those barbarians also said that Luo He was collecting incense. I wonder what his plan is?" Xu Xuan's mind moved slightly when he heard this. The power of incense and vows is usually used by Buddhist cultivators, or by immortal cultivators to borrow strength when concentrating their minds. Why is this witch collecting this thing?

"I'm afraid there are still some tricks up their sleeve. I'm just keeping an eye on them. What? Are you worried?"

Xu Xuan looked over with a smile. Wen Sian lowered his head slightly, not looking at Xu Xuan, but just held his hands tighter.

After a while, Wen Sian let go of his hand, looked at Xu Xuan, his eyes like autumn water, and said softly:
"I still need to sort out some matters here, so I'll leave first."

After saying this, Wen Sian rode the wind and left, leaving behind only a wisp of cold fragrance.

Xu Xuan looked back. The golden silkworm was just a decoration and would break with a single poke. However, Luo He's methods could not be underestimated. Witchcraft was changeable and required precaution.

"Master."

A young man with sword-like eyebrows and wearing royal blue robes walked over from outside. It was Liu Xingfang. He was still breathing heavily and saluted Xu Xuan in a deep voice.

"Xingfang is here, what do you think? Normally, there's no battle like this for you to test your sword skills."

In this attack on the mountain, Liu Xingfang made great efforts, fought deep into the enemy camp, and seized the initiative. Everyone witnessed it.

Liu Xingfang's face was filled with emotion, and his silver-white magic sword rang softly. He smiled and said:

"Life and death are completely different. There is no time for contemplation. All I can rely on is the magic sword in my hand."

Xu Xuan looked at him with approval in his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Indeed, you have achieved Sword Essence, which puts you ahead of your peers. Now that Chixin Mountain has been conquered, you should return to the mountain first, take a pill, and increase your cultivation. Then, prepare to retreat and break through to the fourth level."

Liu Xingfang accepted the order and withdrew.

Although the sect is now much more well-off, there are still few of these elixirs that can increase cultivation. Most of them were bought and sold from the [Jianqing Shop]. There are only a few left, and they are barely enough for a few people to take.

"Medicine, spiritual veins, and inheritance have a huge impact on the speed of cultivation. Without any of these, wealth, companions, Dharma, and land, the difference is huge."

Luo Qing's spiritual veins were really poor, hindering the cultivation of generations of people. Xu Xuan thought that if he had practiced in the prairie since childhood, the time for building the foundation should have been much longer.

"Let's move the sacred mountain first. This is also a major event related to the inheritance of the sect from generation to generation."

Just as he was thinking, someone else came outside. Xu Xuan saw that it was Huang Mou, and he smiled and said:
"Fayan is here."

Xu Fayan bowed and greeted with a respectful tone. He was thin and was wearing the Taoist robe from the temple, which was dark black with a painting of fire clouds on it.

"How's your practice of the 'Blood Qi' spell I taught you going?"

Earlier, when Xu Xuan was on the untied boat, he sensed Fa Yan activating the [Jade Blood Heavenly Heart Technique], and it was obvious that he had already mastered it.

"Reporting to Master, I have successfully concentrated my mind within the Qi Sea, increased my blood and Qi, and blessed my Dharma body. It is miraculous and extraordinary."

Xu Fayan replied in a deep voice, "The magic spell passed down by my master is extremely powerful. Even the fourth-grade [Xuan Yang Yi Yuan Ding Guang] is incomparable. The more I practice, the more magical it seems. I wonder where it came from."

"Okay, you will stay here for the next few days and practice more to consolidate your cultivation. There is no need to rush into seclusion to achieve a breakthrough."

However, Xu Xuan wanted this disciple to strengthen his foundation so that his cultivation level would not grow too fast and become superficial.

Xu Fayan responded in a low voice, took the order and left.

Xu Xuan rode on thunder and rose up. Above the clouds, Liang Yong and Fan Qingzhu were both there, looking at the place where Luo He was in seclusion from afar.

"Guanzhu."

The two shouted in unison. Xu Xuan nodded, looked towards the mountains to the east, and said in a deep voice:

"That golden silkworm's cultivation is mediocre, but Luo He has many skills. He is good at killing with curses and driving away ghosts and gods. Liang, you are not good at guarding against these things, so you should be careful."

Liang Yong nodded. "Supreme Fire" was very strong in direct combat, but was not good at guarding against these sneaky tactics. He smiled and said:

"These wizards have many tricks, but if the three of us join forces, I don't think they can cause any trouble."

Fan Qingzhu standing aside looked a little ashamed. She had achieved a breakthrough by taking the blood pill, so her foundation was shallow and her skills and secret techniques were also poor. This trip was mainly to support the two of them.

"Tomorrow we will attack Luohe Cave. The golden silkworm was injured by my sword energy, and it is at its weakest point. I will take it down in one fell swoop."

Xu Xuan's voice was cold as he looked towards the east. If Luo He had only performed as he did now, he felt that he could take him down. However, there was a doubt that he had not yet resolved.

"What does this man need incense for?"

The opponent still hasn't retreated, obviously he has some confidence. I wonder what other tricks he has up his sleeve. The spell he cast is surrounded by the scent of incense and gold. I wonder what kind of secret method it is?

The mountains and fields in the east were completely silent, with no sound except for the chirping of insects.

　I'll add more tomorrow, I've already burned out.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)