Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 282 The End of the Nation
There is a flat lake on the plain.

The lake water is clear and there are no waves. There are rows of pine trees on the shore, and the scenery is full of green. A man in a black robe stands with his hands behind his back, gazing at the Yuliu Mountains in the distance with a serious look.

Zhu Yucheng seemed uninterested and looked back.

On the right stood a Taoist in a green robe, who looked young, with a pale face, sharp eyebrows and narrow eyes, like a poisonous snake hiding under rotten leaves. His wide dark green sleeves were patterned with images of rice, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans, and blood was slowly dripping from them.

"When a country is about to fall, evil will be born. Qingwei had one, and now you are here. This is not a good sign."

Zhu Yucheng's voice was steady and powerful, like the sound of a huge bell. His eyes, filled with a bit of ferocity, swept over the Taoist, putting him under considerable pressure.

"Fellow Daoist, you're joking. My Qinghuang Temple distributes grain and seeds, helps the people open up wasteland, and even supports tens of thousands of witches. How can I be considered a monster?"

Taoist Dihuang smiled slightly, not angry at the other party's words. He just waved his wide sleeves lightly, and drops of blood seeped onto the ground, growing a few green wheat seedlings.

"Wei Fengnian, don't you think it's ridiculous to say that? You raise one person, and then you kill three people to fertilize the land. You are an expert in farming."

Zhu Yucheng sneered. If he hadn't wanted to use the earth-enriching Taoist technique, with the other party's behavior, if he had come to the original place, he would have been killed by him like a monster in the Baiqing Cave.

Wei Fengnian, the Taoist from the Qinghuang Temple, turned his eyebrows and smiled evilly. He opened his mouth to reveal his sharp white teeth and said in a low voice:
"Fellow Daoist, you don't understand my Qinghuang magic, so I won't discuss this. However, since you entered the Jade Flow, I wonder which demon king you met, Bai Xuan or Qing Ling?"

"You ask too many questions."

Zhu Yucheng glanced down, and a flash of magnetic light appeared. Several spells protecting Wei Fengnian were instantly deflected and dissipated. Even with his cultivation at the peak of the foundation building stage, he could not figure out how the other party did it.

As the atmosphere was a little cold, Wei Fengnian changed the subject and said in a low voice:
"The man from Dachi Temple was recently appointed the Heavenly Thunder Messenger. He's said to be in charge of thunder for an entire county. I wonder if you know anything about this?"

It was only at this time that Wei Fengnian talked about his real purpose. His tone was gloomy and his pupils turned a muddy yellow, like a demon, captivating people.

"He has cultivated the sword spirit and cut ties with Feng Xuanping. Naturally, some people want to support him. However, Dali's Thunder Department is just an empty shell, with no substance and no meaning."

Zhu Yucheng frowned slightly, seeming somewhat disdainful of the matter. Wei Fengnian took the opportunity to step forward and said softly:

"Who in the Chen family has seen him? Now, the two people who have the hope of reaching the Purple Mansion are you and him. Aren't they going to compete for that position?"

"The Shu Emperor achieved Wu Tu and established the country. He was the one who brought prosperity to the country. Therefore, he represents the person who will eventually fall from power. He also has a great destiny. Emperor Wang's death was unclear, and a thread of destiny for the Great Shu has always existed, hanging in the Kunwei sky. The mystical phenomena in your body are complicated, and you need this position."

Zhu Yucheng looked over. Thick primordial magnetic light surged, and the magnetic poles in the Pinghu area shifted. Wei Fengnian's expression changed slightly, but he heard the Zhu family patriarch in front of him say coldly:
"Whoever gets it will have his destiny. What are you trying to stir up?"

"What? You want me to compete with a junior like him? I don't even bother. To achieve the Purple Palace, there's no need for such means. If we fight like wild dogs for food, wouldn't it be a joke?"

"Even if Wen Fufeng were watching from heaven, he would laugh at my incompetence."

Wei Fengnian didn't dare to say anything more. The more he came into contact with the head of the Zhu family, the more unfathomable he felt. When he was on Qingwu Road, he had seen many Purple Mansion True Immortals who had spent years building their foundation, but the feeling they gave him was different from that of Zhu Yucheng.

The mysterious phenomena in the other party's body are mixed, and the inner scene is difficult to improve. It should be extremely difficult to break through. This makes Wei Fengnian feel a little relieved. Otherwise, with this person's qualifications, breaking through the Purple Mansion should be inevitable.

Pinghu was in turmoil at this time, and bursts of shouting and killing sounds came from inside, as if there were thousands of soldiers and horses hidden in it.

"The ten directions of the earth's magnetism are all at my disposal. Now is the time to start a war. Even if I die, I will die with honor."

Zhu Yucheng turned around, faced the lake, slowly raised his hand, and offered a bronze military talisman. Layers of warm yellow light surged, and along with the military talisman appeared many underworld scenes, bloody rain and wind, dark and gloomy air, mountains of white bones, and rivers of red blood.

Wei Fengnian greedily sniffed the bloody smell in the air, his face showing an extremely excited look, as if he was crazy. He was such a person, he prospered when there was chaos and prospered when there was desolation.

"The [Fu Yin Bing Fu] from the Qishan Underworld is a waste of precious treasures in your hands. I will take it after you die."

The Taoist from Dihuang quickly glanced at the bronze military talisman, and the fire of greed in his heart became more and more intense. He felt that he had come to the right place. Not only could he fill his stomach, but he could also find many spiritual objects.

Zhu Yucheng did not look back, but just looked at the military token, and his mouth moved slightly.

idiot.
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The north bank of the Li River turns into green fields.

A green fairy temple was erected at this time, about three rooms wide, with an ancient structure. Purple and silver thunders appeared and disappeared on the roof, and it was covered with glazed tiles. Under the eaves were many white jade sword bells, ringing in the wind.

In front of the temple hung a dark plaque with silver characters on it, which read "Tianlei Temple". Inside, there was a faint smell of incense. There was a statue of a green wood god wearing a dark black Taoist robe. He held a thunder pool in one hand and a law enforcement sword in the other. His figure was somewhat similar to Xu Xuan, but his face was deliberately blurred so it was impossible to tell who he was.

Above the clouds, Xu Xuan and Wang Xiwei watched quietly, hiding their bodies. Below, many mortals came and went, offering incense and burning candles.

"It feels really strange to build a temple while I'm still alive."

Xu Xuan struggled to describe it. The position of Heavenly Thunder Messenger of the [Xuan Lei Department] was ultimately an honorary title. Unlike the divine powers granted upon admission to the Thunder Palace, it offered no significant blessings. Its greatest benefit was the ability to erect a golden statue and attract worship without being considered an obscene offering. He had little interest in Shintoism and wouldn't have resorted to this method if it weren't for the purpose of enriching his sect's foundation. After all, it was too similar to the Pure Land of Vows of Buddhist cultivators, and he couldn't help but feel a bit wary.

"Most of the people in Huaqingye are believers, and have been immersed in faith for many years. I heard you said you wanted to build a temple, so I asked someone to investigate and found that many people were secretly worshiping you."

"Now that the form is unified, if anyone wants to worship, they should all come to worship this [Heavenly Thunder Messenger]. This is much better than private obscene worship."

"Since you don't want to leave your image, I won't use your name. Most mortals need a place to rely on, and this can also give them some peace of mind."

Wang Xiwei stroked his beard and looked at the people passing by below, sighing a little.

"Just don't take any money or anything, and don't send anyone to supervise. If anyone wants to burn incense and make a wish, let them do it. There's no need to use magic to satisfy them."

Xu Xuan was silent for a moment, then continued:

"Once you completely turn to the divine way, you will have no hope of reaching the Purple Mansion. You will be subject to many restrictions. You need to be cautious with this quota of thirty-six heavenly soldiers."

Now Xu Xuan has the false title of "Heavenly Thunder Messenger", but his life is still independent and he is not bound by the worship of gods. The opposite of him is Shu Chun, who has already placed his essence in the golden body and it is difficult for him to achieve supernatural powers.

The thirty-six heavenly soldiers are a similar method. Xu Xuan has recently been looking through the "Ritual of Inviting Spirits to Descend" brought back by Xiao Wen. This volume of the Lingsa Taoist secret method explains in detail the use of faith.

Generally speaking, those who turn to Shintoism have to go through a process of becoming emaciated, like lighting a lamp, burning out their earthly body, leaving only the root of nature wrapped around the soul, and using the power of faith to achieve a golden body. With such an incomplete life, they are naturally inferior to immortals.

"There's no need to be so anxious. My faith is still weak and I can't use it much. If someone is seriously injured or killed in battle, and their soul still exists, there will be a chance for a fresh start."

"After all, this is a position bestowed by Dali, and he is a legitimate deity. If he were to do this privately, the strong wind would blow, and the thunder would fall, and his so-called golden body would be destroyed."

Wang Xiwei looked further ahead and realized that the positions of these thirty-six heavenly soldiers, from another perspective, were a magic trick to survival.

The two were discussing the details of these matters when they saw a burst of magnetic light rushing up from the southern sky, making the sky light chaotic and the clouds falling to the ground. Faint shouts and sounds of killing could be heard, as if thousands of troops were coming to battle.

"Near Yuliu's territory, this is the Zhu family!"

Wang Xi was shocked. Even though he had thought that the Zhu family would take action, it was so sudden. The Zhu family took action just because someone in the family had been canonized by Dali.

Xu Xuan understood clearly in his heart that the so-called enthronement was just a way of giving a good result after a beating. The Song family had only one attitude towards this place, which was to use it to take over Kunweitian. As for the life and death of these old and young people, who cared?

"Send a message to the gate, be on alert immediately."

Xu Xuan's eyes darkened, and he activated the token and gave an order immediately. The two large formations in the mountain were immediately activated, and the divine thunder ring and the red fire dragon appeared together.

Despite being protected by two large formations, Xu Xuan was still unsure. The noise coming from the south was indeed too terrifying, and even reminded him vaguely of the confrontation between the Li and Liao armies that he had seen in the past.

He gritted his teeth, looked at his senior brother, and said in a deep voice:

"Given the original situation, I must go there in person to see the situation. At least for the Liu family, we must do our best to provide assistance."

"Brother, seal the sect for now. Use the formation and Five Elements Mountain to guard it. I'll be back soon."

Wang Xiwei's face darkened. After a little thought, he understood what Xu Xuan meant. The Zhu family was located in the south of Dajingyuan, close to Yuliu, with the Duan and Liu families in between. If these two families were defeated, the sect would have to face the pressure of the Zhu family.

The most important thing now is to protect the two original families as a buffer.

"Okay, Junior Brother, you go first. Junior Sister Si'an and I are here with you, so you can rest assured."

Suddenly, a dark blue cloud appeared from the horizon, stirring up a drizzle of rain. Wen Si'an, dressed in a white dress and looking anxious, came flying from Luo Qing. Seeing the two of them, she said anxiously:

"The people stationed in Zhuolin have sent news that a war seems to have broken out with the Duan family. I'm afraid it's the Zhu family's doing."

Xu Xuan's eyes darkened. It seemed that it was correct. The time had come. Zhu Yucheng had settled the Yuliu Mountains and was about to sweep the plains. I wonder if it would affect Qingwei.

"Watch the mountain gate first. I need to go there myself."

After he finished speaking, he turned into a flash of lightning and disappeared in an instant, leaving only a silver line falling on the horizon.

In the mountains, many disciples raised their heads and looked blankly at the direction they had come from. They could faintly hear shouts of killing and a faint smell of blood in the wind.

The south edge of the Red Sea was like a red-hot iron, with blood and fire rapidly spreading upwards. From the sky above, a few low sighs were heard, and no one knew for whom they were falling.

(End of this chapter)