Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 280 Flesh
East China Sea, Taixu.

The red electric light condensed into a sky bridge. A young man in a white robe stood in the center, dragging a dark red chain in his hand. It fell into the depths of the void, and he seemed to be dragging something heavy. A slight pull made a loud noise.

He had a pair of sandalwood horns on his forehead and some white scales on his wrists. He was looking down quietly. Behind him, a man was half-kneeling with a resolute look in his eyes, not uttering a word.

Beneath this crimson skybridge, there was a thick golden-white light that rose and transformed into a chaotic hole, from which the divine Mandala pattern spread out.

Multiple layers of red chains intertwined to bind the chaotic hole. A large talisman was pasted on it. It was dark in color and carried an extremely deep pressure. The breath of vast water was scattered around it, and the words "Dinghai" were written on it.

Dongfang Guanji took a step forward, pulled the chain in his hand, and pulled a huge object out from the void. With a thunderous roar, the dark void was illuminated by lightning and fire.

Liu Xiaowen was at the back and could see clearly that it was actually a silver treasure pot, as big as a room, with a mysterious pattern of a spiritual crane on it, green feathers and red spots, and one leg, which reminded Liu Xiaowen of his own Liaozai Crane.

This object was burning with layers of true red flames. Liu Xiaowen's pupils shrank slightly. He had worked under Master Xuan Lian for many years, so he naturally had some experience. This was a purple mansion spiritual weapon, and it was made of true fire, so it was extremely powerful.

"Go!"

Dongfang Guanji gave a light shout, and the silver pot ignored the big talisman and the many chains, spinning and falling into the chaotic hole below, stirring it up, causing Taixu to vibrate and the sky bridge to shake.

The void on all sides was like a broken mirror, covered with cracks, peeling off inch by inch, and then mending, which made people feel uneasy.

Liu Xiaowen urged his magic power and managed to stand still. At this time, he saw Dongfang Guanji exerting his strength, emitting dragon power, and forcibly pulling the silver pot back from the golden and white cave, and salvaging something.

The silver pot landed at the other end of the red skybridge, spinning and shrinking until it returned to normal. Inside it were two human figures, a male and a female, a golden boy and a jade girl, both lifelike and dressed like people from ancient times.

Dongfang Guanji waved his hand, put away the pair of golden boy and jade girl, and placed the silver pot in the sky again, making a loud noise.

"[Fen Yuan Shang You Huo] is useful, but it's hard to put away because it makes too much noise."

He sighed, turned around, looked at Liu Xiaowen, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"See clearly?"

Liu Xiaowen felt a chill in his heart. He could see clearly that the golden boy and jade girl were clearly Zhang Yu and Qionglian. He didn't know what method the Dragon King had used on this couple.

"I see clearly."

Dongfang Guan nodded with great satisfaction, put his hands behind his back, and paced slowly, but his eyes were always on Liu Xiaowen, with a deep sense of pressure.

"Xuan Lian really values you. She has put a lot of hard work into you over the years."

Liu Xiaowen's eyes changed slightly, but he didn't dare to say anything more. He just lowered his eyebrows and listened silently. Xuan Lian Zhenren was the True Fire Purple Mansion he had met before on the coast of the East China Sea, and the weapon refining master under the Dragon Palace.

It was this person who accepted him and saved Liu Xiaowen from having to stay in the water dungeon forever. He was mostly grateful to this person.

"She's young and naive, so she can't understand. I'll just let her do whatever she wants." Dongfang Guanji suddenly stopped, his silver eyes brightening. "You have two choices now."

Liu Xiaowen's expression remained unchanged at this time, and he only said in a deep voice:

"Please give me some advice, Dragon King."

Dongfang Guanji smiled slightly, his expression softened slightly, and he said:
"First, stay in the East China Sea, change your name and surname, and sacrifice your life. You will serve in the Zhenxuan Palace. Xuanlian is in need of a fire burner, and you have Bing Fire in your destiny, so you are suitable."

Liu Xiaowen remained silent. Dongfang Guanji, noticing this, continued:
"Second, do you want to go back?"

Liu Xiaowen nodded slowly, but heard Dongfang Guanji sigh slightly, with some confusion in his eyes.

"Why do you want to go back? What's wrong with staying here? [Zhenxuan] and [Hunyuan] are both immortal ways supported by my Dragon Palace. Many cultivators want to enter but have no chance. You are in the East China Sea, and your power is even higher than many demon generals."

“If I return to the sect one day, I will just be an ordinary foundation-building cultivator. What good will that do?”

Liu Xiaowen was silent for a moment. He asked himself, Zhenxuan Mansion is indeed far superior to Dachi Temple, and Master Xuanlian is also sincerely cultivating him, not to mention his relationship with the dragon, which makes him very powerful in the East China Sea.

But he didn't care about that at all, he just wanted to go home.

"Like fallen leaves returning to their roots, I wish to return to the mountains. If I stay at sea for too long, I'm afraid I'll forget where I came from and where I'm going."

Dongfang Guanji did not show any anger when he heard this. Instead, he showed a playful smile and raised his hand to let Liu Xiaowen stand up.

"If you can help me with this last task, I will completely forgive you for breaking the restriction and burning the water tribe. From now on, you will be free."

Liu Xiaowen's eyes were firm, and he said in a deep voice:
"Please give the order, Dragon King."

Dongfang Guanji smiled slightly and whispered a few words. The words condensed from his magical powers drilled into Liu Xiaowen's mind one by one, making his face turn pale instantly.

"This"

Liu Xiaowen never thought that the other party would make such a request, and was shocked, but he saw that Dongfang Guanji had turned around and walked towards the other end of the overpass.

"Be careful, you only have one chance."
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Luo Qing.

Xu Xuan slowly exhaled, feeling the pure purple energy surge within his Qi Sea, constantly warming and elevating his life force. It was quite miraculous. [Purple Mystery Induction Technique], based on the purple energy from the east, elevates life force and sharpens spiritual inspiration. It truly solidifies one's foundation and increases one's Dao nature. This breath of purple energy, originating from his Qi Sea, flowed through his meridians, passed through the Twelve Layers, passed through the Huangting, and ascended to the Spiritual Platform, emanating Daoist rhyme along the way.

This fifth-grade spell was not of much help in fighting, but after practicing it, his temperament changed a lot, becoming more noble and having a bit of an immortal air.

"It turns out that this is a Taoist school that only becomes powerful after the late stage of foundation building. I have been contemplating it for these days and have only just begun to understand it."

Xu Xuan sighed in his heart, the [Purple Mystery Attraction Technique] was difficult and obscure, and had certain requirements on foundation and talent. With his cultivation level in the late stage of foundation building, he could only barely get started at this time.

However, the effect is very obvious, and it even has a nourishing effect on the immortal base, far exceeding his expectations.

He put away the purple air and was about to get up when he suddenly felt a pain in his heart, as if he were being bitten by an ant or insect. It lasted for a moment and then disappeared in an instant.

A cultivator would not feel heartbroken for no reason. He carefully checked his body and found nothing unusual. However, he felt that this seemed to be some kind of omen, which made him feel uneasy for the first time in a long time.

At this moment, a cry came from the sea of qi, and Tiantuo let out a strange cry, shaking his mind.

"Who the hell is touching my stuff?"

Xu Xuan was about to ask a question, wondering what this old guy was doing, but Tiantuo had already pulled his consciousness into the sea of ​​qi.

Entering, a silver thunder pool hangs high in the sky, rotating slowly. A prison formed by continuous lightning is hidden in the clouds. A guillotine with blood dripping down its face is in front, its cold light captivating.

In the blood-red sea of flowers, Tiantuo was scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, without any composure at all. Xu Xuan was already used to his behavior and did not try to persuade him. He just watched quietly. After a while, the old demon finally calmed down.

"There's a thief."

Tian Tuo's eyes widened, his golden pupils gleaming, and he said in a deep voice:
"There's a thief."

"You are just a remnant soul, what is there to steal? How can anyone touch my Qi Sea?"

Xu Xuan raised his head slightly and looked at the white jade palace and the endless clear air surging around it. His meaning was very clear.

Tian Tuo was dejected at this time and said in a low voice:

"This is the fortune I saved during my lifetime. Who dug it up for me? This is wrong. The monks of the Hanging Temple wouldn't take it. Who did this?"

At this moment, his eyes turned, and a starlight suddenly rose in his hand, interweaving into a star map. He calculated silently and suddenly exclaimed.

"dragon."

"?"

Tian Tuo looked a little anxious and said in a low voice:
"The dragons from the East China Sea have started stealing my things. How can this be justified?"

"Don't worry, the person is dead, and the property is ownerless. You can't expect me to get it back for you."

Xu Xuan's words were sharp, and Tiantuo was even more helpless. He sat in the sea of flowers, propped up his face, and said softly:
"What do you know? The spiritual objects I hid are secondary. The key is the location. That location cannot be known to others."

"Why?"

Xu Xuan was puzzled. It was rare for this old demon to lose his composure like this. The last time he saw him was when he saw Qing'e from the Moon Palace.

Tian Tuo hesitated at this moment, but could not utter a word. Xu Xuan's face darkened and he only said:

"Why are you still hiding this? Why don't you just explain it clearly? Otherwise, you're just sitting there waiting for me. Are you just imagining yourself recovering your Purple Palace, achieving Golden Elixir, and then swaggering off to the East China Sea?"

At this time, Tian Tuo gritted his teeth, his charming and handsome face looked extremely angry, but he let out a sigh and said softly:
"My body is connected to that place. I'm afraid the other person might touch it."

"Wasn't your physical body destroyed long ago?"

"Isn't this what I remembered? I forgot about it before."

Tiantuo smiled, but Xu Xuan was speechless. He didn't know whether this old demon had been deceiving him all along or had just recovered his memory.

"So, you want to save your body?"

Only then did Xu Xuan understand the old demon's true meaning. It seemed that his death was strange, and his body was able to be preserved in advance.

Tian Tuo only sighed and said softly:
"What's the point of telling you? You're a Foundation Establisher, so you should worry about going by yourself."

The corners of Xu Xuan's mouth twitched slightly. He was too lazy to say anything more to the old demon. He collected his thoughts and said no more.

In the sea of qi, Tiantuo raised his head, the anger on his face dissipated little by little, his golden pupils became bright, and the images of the three scenes surged in his hands, turning into a pure white Dharma light.

"Donghan."

He murmured the name, without joy or sorrow.

(End of this chapter)