Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 287 Taiheng
Taixu, the Western Paradise.

A golden lightning light rose faintly and turned into an electric mirror. A Taoist monk in golden clothes walked out slowly from it. He had disheveled hair and a cold expression. He looked indifferently in the direction of the red cloud.

The dark red Yin Fire spread out, devouring the vast space bit by bit. The figure of a man slowly appeared, wearing a crimson Taoist robe, with a Yin aura between his brows, condensed and lingering.

"You're in such a good mood, getting rid of Yin Guang and coming to Chiyun in the blink of an eye. Why, are you here to see the harvest? With the Song family watching over him, he won't die."

This Master Ling Jing smiled slightly. He was from the Fuchen Sect and was in the middle stage of the Purple Mansion. Naturally, he was not afraid of Yin Guang, who was also in the middle stage of the Purple Mansion. However, Ling Ming on the side had a gloomy face and anger between his brows.

"Yin Leishan, his family's direct descendant, that Xu Yi colluded with the Dragon Seed to kill my direct descendant, which is fine, but Xu Mingguang actually asked me for an explanation?"

"After all, it was you who colluded with the Void Spirit Hall to surround and kill us. If we were to argue, you would still be at a disadvantage."

Ling Jing's words were filled with a hint of laughter, but Ling Ming Zhenren beside him did not get angry. Instead, he calmed down, looked towards Chi Yun, and said softly:

"The auspicious cloud has reached five parts, the brilliant light has manifested three times, the merits and virtues remain undiminished, and the blessings and virtues remain unabated. Is this the awakening of the Imperial Master?"

Zhenren Lingming had a look of doubt on his face. With his cultivation level at the early stage of Purple Mansion, he really couldn't see the other party's methods, so he could only ask the old friend beside him.

"It must be this person. His methods are really ingenious. He stabilized the situation in an instant. If we talk about the skills of the world today, he should be at the forefront."

The words of this Fuchen Sect master were full of praise, which puzzled Lingming Master beside him. He just said softly:
"Is he really as powerful as you, An Changyan, say? I've heard that Fuqi isn't good at fighting, so I don't know what his methods are."

Ling Jing smiled slightly. He had long been accustomed to the temperament of the person next to him. He only said in a deep voice:
"Master Huji is a master of the peak Purple Mansion cultivation level and a rare "Fuqi" cultivator. He is deeply loved by the Emperor. Wasn't the national sacrifice to the Heavenly Official in his honor?"

"Simply possessing 'Fuqi' might not be very effective in a battle, but this person has inherited the blessings of the Fire of Desolation. If I could borrow some of his power, who could be his opponent?"

Ling Ming said nothing, not wanting to discuss Huji anymore. He just looked at the group of ghost soldiers with a look of emotion, and said softly:

"It's Taiheng's army. They say the Shu Emperor stripped the Zhu family of their military power. I didn't expect them to be summoned today. I'm afraid they're no different from the private armies of the other kings."

"You underestimate these heroes."

Ling Jing slowly shook his head and said softly:
"What we see now is only a small part. If it were the Taiheng Guard of the past, it would have already had some of the might of the Celestial Empire. Moreover, there is the small underworld in Qishan, where the dead and the living are mixed together, and many strange phenomena have been brought from the netherworld. It is indeed formidable."

"It has long been dead. Without the earth to support it, it is nothing but a castle in the air."

Lingming looked a little disdainful, and just looked into the distance, looking towards the Liu family, and finally his eyes fell on Liu Qiuci, and stayed on Qingyun beside him for a while.

"Qing Ling, such a lowly creature, relying on her sister's power, comes to disturb me."

Luo Lingming sighed lightly, with a hint of murderous intent in his tone, but thinking of the power of the Demon King Bai Xuan, he had to give up.

Ling Jing on the side didn't say much. He just stretched out his hand and waved it. The Yin Fire dispersed, and there was a mist in the air. Gradually, a scene emerged from it. It was Xu Xuan and Zhu Yucheng. Their spears and swords clashed, and they were already fighting in the sky.

"Do you think this person can stay?"

Ling Jing hinted at something, and Ling Ming Zhenren beside him understood, but sneered at this time.

"I think Wan Jin has been working very hard on this guy recently. I heard he went to the [Mysterious Thunder Department] and even asked for a nominal position as a Thunder Envoy for this guy. He's been busy running around, and his attitude has become very aggressive."

"He's a playboy, and his mind has changed. I think it's because of Yue Lingxu's guidance. After all, it's [Stop War], so it seems he has learned something."

The smile on Ling Jing's face disappeared at this time, and he looked at the person who drew the sword with an indifferent expression.

"Either kill him, or make him a mortal enemy of Wan Jin. Judging from his current situation, once the skills are mastered, supernatural powers will surely be achieved. He also has an old grudge against me, Fu Chen, so we must deal with it as soon as possible."

Ling Ming, watching the two men's battle from the side, was slightly surprised. He hadn't seen such a powerful Foundation Establishment cultivator in years. It even reminded him of the demeanor of Mu Youdu and Zhou Shi in the past, which only made him feel even more disgusted. "Purple Mansion can't break through in the middle of a battle. We'll just watch. If it's impossible, we'll kill him. Now he's in Song Clan territory, so he should be careful about what he does."

Lingming lowered his voice. Although he was wild and unruly by nature, he still did not dare to neglect the Song family, a Jindan imperial clan.

The Yin Fire reignited, burning away the hazy scene. The two figures slowly disappeared, and Taixu returned to peace.
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High in the sky.

The wind was howling, and frost formed on Xu Xuan's eyebrows, but was quickly melted away by his magic power. It was the first time for him to ride the wind so high, and even with his body in the late stage of foundation building, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Zhu Yucheng held the spear upright, and the magnetic light on the dark golden spear head kept rising, surging, and then disintegrating and collapsing, emitting breathtaking fluctuations. An extremely sharp artistic conception arose, and the momentum rose like thousands of troops under attack.

Gun intention.

Even though he lacks a lot in sword intent, when it comes to weapon skills, the head of the Zhu family is by no means an ordinary person. He has reached the level of a grandmaster. With his Yuan magnetic nature and cultivation, he is no worse than Xu Xuan.

Zhu Yucheng's jet-black robe rustled in the wind. He gently twisted the spear, silently experiencing the opponent's sword intent. His expression relaxed slightly, revealing a hint of nostalgia. He only said softly:
"Your style is completely different from your master's. I don't know what you learned from him. His sword is the most free and unrestrained in the world, but your sword is full of strict rules and regulations, and it combines punishment and destruction."

Xu Xuan clenched Danting tightly, activated [Jade Blood Heart], adjusted his momentum, pointed his magic sword forward, and laughed loudly:

"Then we have two sword paths to learn. Isn't that a blessing? If a disciple imitates the master in everything, he would be a fool."

Zhu Yucheng smiled, a rare sight. He pointed his spear forward, roaring like a tiger. The Yuanci Mountain hanging high above him shone with brilliance. He said softly,
"You're very smooth-talking, completely different from your master's clumsy manner."

Xu Xuan calmed his mind at this time and held Dan Ting tightly. There were actually many cracks on this magic sword, all of which were caused by the flowing light from the Yuanci Lingshan Mountain.

"It really can restrain the enemy's attack. That magnetic mountain must be a rare magical weapon, and it is compatible with his immortal base, which is why it has such power."

He had heard a long time ago that Zhu Yucheng seemed to have more than one immortal base, but until now, the other party seemed to have only used the [Yuan Ji Shan] in the battle with him, and the other long-renowned [Zhuo Ye Nan] had never appeared.

Zhu Yucheng put away his gun and stood still, his momentum rising inch by inch. He slowly looked at Xu Xuan and said in a deep voice:

"You practice thunder magic? Wen Fufeng is not good at this. Today I will test you and teach you a few moves."

A ball of red lightning rose from his hand, without any sound, but extremely terrifying waves escaped from it. The lightning escaped into the Yuanci Divine Mountain above and turned into a red dragon, circling continuously.

"Primordial magnetism is close to spiritual thunder and is the source of spiritual thunder."

"Tian Tuo, if you have to fart next time, please do it sooner."

Xu Xuan held the sword, and the calamity light was heavy, the thunder surged, and it turned into a sky prison, binding down. Many laws manifested themselves, and finally the words "disturb the underworld" appeared.

A gray stone platform appeared out of thin air, and the immortal guillotine formed by the condensation of silver-white lightning opened. Black blood flowed underneath, white bones and skeletons fled, and the sound of ghosts crying continued. Dan Thunder merged with the immortal guillotine, and the sword intent was sinister.

The blame for [disturbing the underworld] fell on Zhu Yucheng, turning into raging black flames, lightning flashing, and a prison appearing, locking the Yuanci Lingshan Mountain. It was like thousands of fine silver lightning bolts piercing through the red dragon, nailing it to the mountain.

Six strong men transformed from thunder came out, each holding a chain, tied up Zhu Yucheng tightly, and escorted him to the immortal guillotine.

"Senior, regarding thunder magic, I think you want to ask me for advice."

Xu Xuan smiled slightly, raised his hand and pressed it down, using the most lethal move, [Si Jie], which reproduced the execution of the Thunder Palace. At this time, the intention of punishment spread to the sky, carrying with it a destructive aura.

Zhu Yucheng was bound under the immortal guillotine, but at this moment he slowly raised his head, a smile on his face, and said softly:
"Good boy"

Lightning flashed, the immortal guillotine fell, and there was silence except for the wind blowing.

(End of this chapter)