Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 190 Migration
In the north of Chiyun, close to Tianshui, Jinyi Valley.

The evil white gold energy rushed in, and the valley was filled with various gold, iron, tin and copper, scattered at the bottom of the valley, gushing out from the mud and rocks. The golden branches and iron leaves were stacked layer by layer like a dense forest.

This place is where the Taoist Hua Yuan of Changsheng Temple used to train his weapons. It has been permeated by the energy of Gengjin for many years and has turned into a spiritual place of gold.

The many noble families and sects in Chiyuanbei were first harassed by the monsters under the command of Fire Crow, and then suppressed by Buddhist cultivators. The most powerful families had already heard the news and left Chiyun early. Now this place has turned into Buddhist land.

The monks occupied various sacred places, converted mortals, and accumulated power, but they never attacked the sacred mountains and precious places of Changsheng Temple, and took detours.

Outside the Golden Valley, there was a martial monk standing outside, holding a demon-subduing pestle in his hand, with a respectful look and lowered eyebrows. He was holding the Dharma. There was a bright red light in his eyes at this moment, and his aura was revealed, indicating that he had reached the level of a mage.

The gold energy in the valley stagnated, blue-black demonic energy surged, the light of Gengjin dimmed, gold and iron rusted, and turned into powder.

The strange vision dissipated, and all the spiritual energy in the valley was destroyed, all transformed into nutrients to nourish the demonic energy. A young man walked out slowly from the valley. He had a majestic appearance, wearing a black tiger flame pattern armor, and was lifted up by the five-colored demonic light. He stepped on the sky wind and slowly walked to the front of the Dharma holder.

"Greetings, Master An Qing."

Zhifa hurried forward and knelt down to pay his respects, with the bright red demonic light on his body being particularly dazzling.

"What brings you here?"

The young man didn't take Chifa seriously at all, and let him kneel down to answer, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

Zhifa's voice was respectful, hesitant, and he said in a low voice:

"My temple wishes to repair its Pure Land, and fears we may need to go south to convert believers. The abbot has sent me to ask for your opinion, sir."

"Going south?"

The young man looked at it intently, smiled, and shook his head.

"How you act has nothing to do with my Wu family. My family has been ordered to take over the sacred mountain of Changsheng Temple and will not interfere in worldly affairs."

"How can the Lotus Temple save the people and attack the immortals? What does it have to do with us demon cultivators?"

Zhifa still didn't dare to raise his head, and the red light in his eyes dimmed a lot. Even though he had obtained the secret method of hosting, his skills had greatly improved, and he could defeat the magician directly, but facing the person in front of him, he could not muster the slightest thought of resisting.

After all, he is the direct descendant of the Tianshui Wu family, Wu Anqing, who practices the orthodox magic way. He will be inferior to the demons like Chifa who take advantage of the situation.

"The nobles are a prestigious family in Tianshui, and they practice the 'Daqi' way. Our temple has now changed its lineage and is practicing the Heavenly Demon Orthodox Way, which shares the same origin as the nobles' lineage. We are asking this question out of goodwill."

"From the same source?"

Wu Anqing's expression turned cold and murderous intent filled his heart. He pressed his right hand on the mage's shoulder. The dark blue magic light turned into a devil's mouth, and the evil white gold energy turned into densely packed sharp teeth, which swallowed up most of the mage's body and bit it in an instant.

Zhifa had no time to resist, and with a wail, he was swallowed by the demon head from his left arm to his chest.
The scattered light of the demon was completely swallowed by the blue-black demon's mouth, and most of the blood and energy of the magician were also taken away.

"You who have devoted yourself to the devil, are you worthy to be compared with my family? Get lost."

His voice was cold and stern. The person holding the Dharma below was only half of his body left, but he was not dead yet. Flesh and blood were slowly growing back. He did not dare to stay and left immediately.

The figure of a woman gradually emerged from the dark blue evil energy around him, hiding in the dark evil light, without revealing her appearance.

"Why drive this monk away directly? You should ask him about the Pure Land."

The woman looked at the fleeing monk, with a hint of regret in her tone.

"The situation of [Xiao Lian Yin Pure Land] is under the supervision of the elders of the clan. We don't need to intervene."

Wu Anqing's expression relaxed slightly, his murderous intent dissipated, and he turned to look at the people around him and said in a deep voice:
"Ci Hai is cunning. He sensed something was amiss and sent people to test it. The Pure Land of Lotus Temple is already a demon crossing. Once enough people have died, we can take it.

He paused and continued:
"As for the southern part of Chiyun, let these monks deal with it. It has nothing to do with us."

"The Changsheng Temple left behind this mess. The monks in the north of Chiyun have already tormented everything, and most of the people have been converted. We will occupy several purple palace spiritual lands and stay out of other worldly affairs."

The Wu family did not occupy Chiyunbei directly, but sent several foundation-building cultivators to occupy the Zifu spiritual land under the jurisdiction of Changsheng Temple. As for the remaining land and people, they all fell into the hands of Lianhua Temple.

"With the collapse of the [Surge of Tribulation Heaven], the luck of the Thunder Palace has dropped significantly. The elders of the clan have used the Qi-Observing Technique to observe that there is an extremely strong social thunder luck over there in Qingwei, almost at the level of a first-level Immortal General."

"If Lotus Temple goes south and encounters someone with this destiny, will something unexpected happen?"

The woman's voice sounded again, with some worry in it, and a murderous aura surged around her.

"So what if he's an immortal general? A few days ago, there was an even more powerful one in the north. He had great luck and had reached the peak of foundation building, but he was still killed by a real person. All the Thunder Palace skills and spiritual objects he had accumulated were taken away." Wu Anqing didn't care about these things. Anyway, his family would not interfere in the matter of the Lotus Temple moving south. The situation south of Chiyang was complicated and few people were willing to get involved. The Wu family came here to garrison because they had an appointment with the Changsheng Temple.

"Lotus Temple is doomed to perish. Even if Ci Hai really invades Qing Wei, it will not survive for long. We can just wait for the [Xiao Lian Yin Pure Land] to be completed."

The young man was surrounded by a demonic light and returned to the Golden Valley. The woman beside him was surrounded by a murderous light and disappeared into the earth veins, heading south.
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Dapan, south bank of the Li River.

The colorful auspicious light and the divine thunder ring were facing each other from afar. Previously, Xu Xuan rushed into the formation on the north bank and broke it in one fell swoop. It was no longer easy for these monks to drive out the mortals and low-level cultivators. Once they showed up, lightning would strike from the plateau.

Many small formations were newly set up on the shore, with different functions, connected together and connected to the [Sky Ring Divine Bombing Formation].

Dapan is the main production area of spiritual medicines in the sect, and Chunya Hall is built here. Now the confrontation between the two sides across the river has also affected the production of many spiritual fields.

Liu Xingfang stood in the clouds, sitting in the midst of numerous formations.

These days, several wizards on the other side of the river have been casting spells from afar with the help of their willpower. Colorful auspicious clouds have transformed into lotus shapes and bombarded us one after another, mixed with some bright red devil light.

The sect has moved the Shouqing Camp here. Now, all the people in this camp are in the early stage of Qi Refining. The magic weapons are uniformly configured by the sect, and they are all low-grade Qi Refining. At present, Liu Xingfang is leading this camp and presiding over the formation here to prevent the monks from secretly crossing the river.

'Demon.'

Liu Xingfang muttered the name softly. He didn't know anything about this thing, but the sect had already issued an order that the Lotus Temple was connected with the Heavenly Demon and had many methods to control the mind.

He took out a white talisman, which was the [Soul-Sending Talisman]. This talisman did not have any major function and was quite common, similar to a soul jade. Its effective range was limited and it could only convey the condition of the soul.

Thunderclouds gathered in the sky, and a calamity pool hung high in the sky. In it, an eight-sided ancient white sword slowly moved. It was none other than [Hengguang]. The triple sky ring formed by the golden divine thunder contained the calamity pool. This magic sword had been integrated into the formation.

Now, all the disciples stationed here hold the [Spirit Talisman] and place their spiritual consciousness in the thunder pool above. If someone's mind is controlled, heavenly thunder mixed with sword energy will descend to cut off the magic and demonic energy.

Looking at the thunder pool above, the disciples stationed there were all excited. They activated the formation, and the golden thunder and colorful light collided and blocked them all.

Liu Xingfang stood with a sword in his hand, always paying attention to the movements on the shore. The opponent's painless attacks had been going on for several months, and it seemed that they were accumulating strength.

The offensive on the other side of the river suddenly stagnated, and the colorful light disappeared. Liu Xingfang looked into the distance and saw auspicious clouds and mist rising. Several mages who came to attack the formation dispersed, and a temple rose from the ground, supported by colorful lotus flowers, which pulled the earth's veins and caused the river water to churn.

The Buddha's light illuminated the Li River. The three monks on the opposite bank worked together to lift the small temple to the south bank. Golden wish power continuously poured out from the small temple. The [Xiao Lian Yin Pure Land] was hidden in the temple.

"These monks have moved the Little Pure Land here!"

Liu Xingfang was shocked. The Pure Land of Buddhist cultivators was created by the power of vows and bound by formations. It was between reality and illusion. It certainly could not be compared with the Cave Heaven, but it was not something that could be easily dealt with by the Foundation Establishment Technique.

The other party moved this pure land to the south bank, determined to capture Qingwei, shake its foundation, and abandon this temple.

Golden wish power continuously came from the temple, and the Buddha's light became stronger, suppressing the golden thunder ring. Many monks appeared from the shore, hiding under the golden wish power and crossing the river.

"Hurry up and pass the order. The Buddhist cultivators are invading. Protect the shore first."

He loudly gave the order to the rear, and at the same time activated the formation plate, concentrating the power of the [Sky Ring Divine Bombardment Formation] on the south bank, avoiding a direct collision with the small pure land, and barely maintaining the front line.

Many monks in the realm of Śrāvakas have come, and the Buddha's light and demonic energy have merged and hit the shore.

Liu Xingfang drew out [Panpo], and with a swing of the silver sword, he blocked the colorful lights shot by several monks in a row. He opened his mouth and spit out, and a blue and purple sword ball shot out, chopping off the heads of many Buddhist monks in front of him.

With a thought, three magic swords were placed side by side in front of him, forming the positions of the sun, moon and stars. They crossed and slashed down, changing unpredictably. This was the [Three Scene Sword Formation]. The three swords were released at the same time, and the sword energy was flourishing. No one could get close to them for a while.

He looked up and saw white water and black fire across the sky, fighting with many colorful lights.

"Guardian Liang and Minister Fan have taken action."

Liu Xingfang gradually calmed down. With the help of the two foundation-building masters in the sect, they were able to temporarily resist the opponent's attack with the help of the formation.

Thunder and sword light continued to fall from the thunder pool in the sky, protecting the minds of the monks present through the [Spirit Talisman]. Xu Xuan has not appeared yet, and the same is true for Ci Hai. Both sides have not moved and are testing each other.

Above the big plate, in the center of the formation, Xu Xuan looked at the small temple from afar. He could feel that Ci Hai was inside it.

Xu Xuan gently stroked [Dan Ting] and turned to look at the situation on the riverside. Three mages surrounded Liang Yong and Fan Qingzhu. The two sides were fighting fiercely and it was difficult to tell who would win.

An old monk slowly walked out of the small temple, holding a staff and stepping on a five-colored lotus. It was Ci Hai.

Xu Xuan then stood up, locked onto the opponent, drew his sword, concealed all his energy, hid in the formation, and transformed himself into a ray of fine lightning. He wanted to succeed in one strike and kill the opponent directly, and never give the old monk a chance to return to the pure land.

(End of this chapter)