Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 233 The Real Person Arrives
Above the red clouds, in the vast sky.

A Taoist monk in golden clothes was lying on his side, supported by a mighty golden wind, with his head supported by his hands. Beside him was a golden long sword with golden scales on the hilt and hook-snake patterns on the blade. The sword energy was vigorous, cutting Taixu into pieces.

"Sword Intent plus Thunder Palace Daoism, there's something special. Finally, there's a trace of Sijie Mansion."

He silently watched the fight below, holding a golden thread in his hand, which was connected to Wei Yan from a distance, controlling the situation. Geng Jin had no method to control his mind, and relied entirely on the low-grade spiritual weapon [Golden Thread of Chastity] in his hand.

Geng metal is the metal of swords and weapons. Even if it is the supernatural power of mind, it can only be used for enlightenment and increasing power. Dui metal, on the other hand, is both hard and soft. It is the metal of damage and conforms to people's hearts.

"[Undoubtedly], [Qing'e], what were the two sword immortals doing back then? Each left a spiritual light that fell into his hands."

The Taoist in gold clothes had looked at the thunder pool. The [Quan Yang Zheng Guang] that was stronger than gold and the [Guang Han Yu Hui] of the moon were both extremely rare spiritual lights, although they were at the foundation-building level.

The Shengjin Avenue was passed down from Donghua and is a pure Yang Dao lineage. The [Quanyang Zhengguang] can only be cultivated by the magical power [Quanyang Lu]. There are only five Shengjin Zifu in the world today. As for the [Guanghan Yuhui], it is produced on the Taiyin Star and is also a rare item.

He was carefully pondering the thoughts of these two people, but he saw bursts of poisonous light surging from the edge of Taixu, and various poisonous insects surrounded him tightly. A hoarse sound like the chirping of insects rang out.

"Fellow Daoist Wan Jin, you have crossed the line. Why did you expose my Daoist body's whereabouts? Wei Yan wanted to kill my people, but I only gave him a slight punishment and did not kill him."

"You've repeatedly obstructed me. Last time, when I went to get Fu Yi's blood, you activated your magical powers, causing my Dao body to be exposed prematurely. What? Do you think that just because you're from an immortal sect, you can act recklessly?"

Wan Jin looked at the surging poisonous light around him with a carefree look and sneered:
"Zhe Du, why are you hanging around in Chiyun instead of following Tiandu Mountain? The Song family turned a blind eye to you, and you still dare to ask me."

"Why, if you dare, kill me, you'll be awesome."

Wan Jin's behavior was not like that of a real person. He dispersed the golden wind around him and stretched his head forward.

The poisonous light around became more and more condensed, poisonous insects of various colors emerged, insects chirped, rotten water, poisonous fire, and cold wind rose, the breath of the wilderness and the primitive was released, and the fierce aura locked Wan Jin firmly.

At this time, Jin Lin's sword on the side kept ringing, and a fierce sword intent emerged, and the image of a hook snake appeared, fighting against the surrounding poisonous light.

"The instrument of Taizhen."

Zhe Du's voice sounded softly, and his murderous aura was greatly reduced.

"Now that you know, why don't you get out of here quickly?"

Wan Jin's expression grew colder and colder. With a scolding, he saw the poisonous light in Taixu dimming little by little, and there was no life left.

He took the golden scales back, feeling somewhat guilty. He looked around and made sure that Zhe Du had really left before he breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, the one who just came was also the legacy of the True Lord. It was the condensation of the poisonous nature that Huo Zhu had faded away. From the perspective of the Tao, he was the incarnation of the True Lord Tiandu. His cultivation had reached the middle stage of the Purple Mansion, with three magical powers, but his true strength could be regarded as in the late stage.

Yuan Du is an extremely difficult sect to deal with. Its Dharma body is powerful and its poison technique is insidious. If you are not careful, you will be harmed by it. Not to mention Zhe Du, which is condensed from the nature of Yuan Du, which is even more terrifying.

Another light rose in the void, red fire billowed, and light surged. A man in gorgeous clothes appeared. He looked middle-aged, with a dignified demeanor, and came walking on the fire.

"Mei Jianzhen, why did you provoke Zhe Du? He's not very smart, but he's very good at fighting. Ever since he was born, he's turned his back on Tiandu Mountain, and even the Great Wizard can't control him."

Wan Jin looked forward. This person was Song Zongxiang, also known as Xiangming. He was in charge of Chiyun affairs and stayed here all year round.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Xiangming. It's not that I want to cause trouble for Zhedu, but he also has his eyes on the spiritual treasure of the Sky Sword Sect and wants to compete with me for it."

"If you want to fight, go ahead and find your own foundation building. If you start fighting again, it will be against the rules."

Xiangming spoke in a steady voice and left in a flash. It seemed that he was going to find Zhedu. Both sides had to restrain themselves.

Wan Jin gently grasped the golden thread, his gaze darkening as he looked towards Wei Yan. He had chosen this person with ease, someone who had cultivated sword energy and earned the recognition of the Blood Drinker as their master. He was truly extraordinary. He only needed to employ some tactics to elevate Wei Yan's cultivation and he would be more than enough to deal with Liang Xilan. Now that Wu Heyong had intervened, Wei Yan was no match for him. He wished he could carve out an avatar himself and fight Zhe Du's Five Poison Dao Body in a proper duel. However, Wen You was not a visible figure, so it was impossible for him to easily split into two.

In ancient times, if a cultivator entered a cave and his cultivation was limited, he would cut out an incarnation to enter and do it himself. From then on, the underworld disappeared. This method was considered to be unique. Zhe Du also relied on his innate magical powers to raise a Wu Heyong.

Wan Jin pondered for a while, then turned his gaze towards Qingwei and disappeared in an instant.
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Heavenly punishment, the main hall.

Xu Fayan exhaled lightly, and a dark gem hung above his head, with images of a black sun rising from the abyss, crow skeletons, and a solar eclipse inside. The rolling evil energy fell on him and merged into one with him.

Evil spirit is born in the ground, and Yuntu is a hidden dark soil, which is best at nurturing evil spirits. With the help of this [Evil Sun] armor, Xu Fayan has now cultivated this [Great Sun Evil Light Body] to the entry level, and can use evil spirit to protect himself and fight against enemies, and generate a [Black Meteorite Evil Fire], which is the fire of the reversed sun, which is extremely extraordinary.

"This spell, judging by its power alone, is more than a fourth-grade one."

Xu Fayan sighed inwardly, it was a pity that this method of cultivating the body would affect the use of the Dharma Light. Both the thunder and fire paths required the Dharma Light to be cast, so for the time being he was the only one in the sect who was suitable for cultivation. Even so, it still affected the [Xuan Yang Yi Yuan Ding Guang].

Fortunately, as he refined more earth virtue spiritual objects, his body and Dharma became one, and the fixed light was hidden within him. As long as he did not leave his body and activated it, he could still use it.

"Liu Xingfang has received the seal, and Qi Zhengyi and Zhang Yiwan are also here. I need to intensify my cultivation and establish my foundation as soon as possible."

There was a fear in his heart, which, although he had never revealed it, forced him to practice and make progress at all times. Even though he knew that his master did not differentiate between disciples based on their qualifications or cultivation, and treated them all equally, he was still afraid of being left behind and returning to the past.

This fear allowed him to suppress his thoughts well, stay at home, handle affairs, and fulfill the duties of a disciple. However, when he was in charge of Dongmi, looking at the mountains of barbarian corpses, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart and felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

He had rarely had dreams recently. Building a foundation does not require sleep, but he fell into a deep sleep while meditating. He dreamed that he was hiding in an ancient bronze jar, buried deep underground, and someone was digging the soil bit by bit to dig him out.

The other party took his frail body, whose gender was difficult to distinguish, out of the jar, separated the flesh and blood bit by bit, and tasted it carefully. The face shrouded in the green and red aura was extremely blurred, like a locust.

This dream was too real, making him feel a little uneasy. Suddenly, thunder sounded in the sky. It should be the master's return. He felt relieved, slowly closed his eyes, and continued to meditate.

It is already dawn, on the Tianqing Peak.

Xu Xuan paced slowly, thinking carefully about the key points of this matter.

Wu Heyong originally went into the mountains to help Qionghe, and affected Wen Si'an. I think it was because of Fu Yi's bloodline. Now that the seal on Wen Si'an's bloodline has been released, if this person knew, he would definitely not let him go.

Xu Xuan is not the kind of person who would sit and wait for the other party to come to him. Wen Si'an is now in seclusion in the core of the formation and is about to break through to the ninth level. By then, he will condense his sexual roots and be ready to break through to the foundation.

"Wu Heyong, if you want to kill him, you need to find out who is behind him and what his intentions are."

"The Wu family is close to the Kongjian Sect, so I think he set up this scheme. Wei Yan has also returned, so it seems he is related to the Kongjian Sect. However, what else can the Kongjian Sect plan now?"

Xu Xuan thought about it and realized that the only valuable things that Kongjianmen had now, apart from the scriptures, were the [Chen River] and the [Dahuang Sword Pool]. They were quite useful in building the foundation, but were of no use to Zifu.

"There must be something left. The Kongjian Sect has left the Purple Mansion after all, and Zhou Chen is involved in space. If he wants to hide something, an ordinary Purple Mansion won't be able to find it."

Tian Tuo spoke softly at this time, and was about to continue, but suddenly changed the subject and whispered:
"Stay normal and don't show any abnormality. There is a Purple Mansion in Taixu."

Upon hearing this, Xu Xuan looked normal, even his blood flow did not change, he was just pretending to regulate his breathing.

"Jinlin, the spiritual weapon used by Gengjin, and this Wanjin Zhenren, has come to your door!"

Several golden winds seemed to rise in the air. Xu Xuan healed his wounds silently, with the [Tianxun] Thunder Pool and [Dan Ting] magic sword on each side to protect himself. His face was normal, but he was secretly thinking in his heart.

"unlucky."

(End of this chapter)