Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 83 Remains
The clouds are floating and the lightning is disappearing.

Several side halls around the temple collapsed due to the accumulated lightning, and many monks in the halls were killed, with charred corpses exposed among the broken walls.

The temple at the core still stood firmly, and the bright light of the five-colored glass dimmed a little. Cishan inserted the staff into the ground, covered his knee with his right hand, touched the ground with his fingers, and made the seal of subduing demons.

This temple continuously attracts blessings and blesses the old monk, making his skin plump and his face as white as gold.

Cishan chanted the Buddha's name in a muffled voice, and with the help of this temple, he finally managed to resist Xu Xuan's sword energy, but he still spat out a mouthful of golden blood.

His body became stronger, and with a smile on his face, he stood up straight.

"This monk has already assimilated with this temple. By mobilizing Jiangbei's willpower, his strength has surpassed that of before. Ordinary ninth-level Qi Refining cultivators are no match for him."

"Although Buddhist cultivators are not good at alchemy and weapons, they are very capable of defending their territory against the enemy and commanding a region. With the help of willpower and formations, they are not comparable to immortal cultivators."

Tian Tuo saw Cishan's situation and warned him.

"How long can he hold on? What if we temporarily avoid him and wait until he can no longer hold on?"

Xu Xuan wondered, this Cishan was desperate and really a troublesome person.

"Then it depends on the monk's willpower. Maybe he can hold on for ten days or so."

Tiantuo spoke in a gloomy tone, but Xu Xuan could not wait any longer.

"The situation in Jiangbei is unclear. If Cihai stabilizes the situation and returns, we will not be able to regain control."

He hardened his heart, explained the situation, and said softly:
"Now we have no choice but to get closer. Instead of competing with this temple, we can directly kill Cishan."

"What are you afraid of? The power of vows can only bless your cultivation, but it cannot be used to directly confront the enemy. No matter how powerful Cishan is, he is only in the realm of Arhats and can only be beaten."

Liang Yong was quite interested. He took out the golden-ringed sword with a beast head and chuckled.

No one present had any objection. Although Liang Yong was rough, what he said was correct.

Although the power of vows can bring blessings, it cannot enable a person to cross a realm. As long as Cishan is still a voice-hearer, they are confident that they can take him down.

The boat flew away without a tie and landed directly in front of the temple. Xu Xuan and Liang Yong landed together. The two of them had the highest skills and the strongest strength, and were ready to kill Cishan directly.

Fan Qingzhu held the jade bottle, which turned into water and poured down to heal injuries and block the formation. Wen Sian controlled the thunderclouds, and raindrops flew and fell like a rain of arrows.

The two women controlled the untied boat and blocked the formation of six monks, cutting off the connection between Cishan and the temple.

Cishan's eyes were clear, and his black monk robe gradually swelled up. He held a nine-ring staff in his hand, chanted a Buddhist name, and said softly:
"please."

Liang Yong was impatient and took action first. The pagoda pressed down, the sound of a lion's roar was heard, and countless ashes fell.

The golden ring sword in his hand is a top-grade Qi-refining magic weapon. The ivory-white sword energy surges and gathers beside the blade, which is breathtaking.

He has already realized the realm of sword essence and is not far from sword energy. Whether it is weapon skills, secret techniques, Taoism or magic tools, Liang Yong is first-class. At this moment, he comes to kill, and black gray fire falls from the sky, setting off an air wave.

A ray of sword light flashed, as if the sky suddenly brightened. Cishan held the staff in his hand and caught it steadily. Five-colored light surged and turned into prayer flags, blocking the opponent's sword, shocking Liang Yong so much that his palms went numb.

'What a great strength.'

Liang Yong was shocked. The knife and sword energy could not be activated outside the body and could only stay on the edge of the blade, so he had to fight in close combat.

He had specially practiced the secret art of body refining, and his strength was rare among those who practiced Qi refining. The people in Lotus Temple were not like those who practiced the golden body, who still used the ordinary method of accumulating willpower. It was surprising that Ci Hai's physique was so strong.

The black and gray fire exploded, and the two men separated. Xu Xuan locked onto the moment when Cishan showed signs of decline.

An illusory calamity pool rose up, and Danting and Youquan flowed into the pool. He held Hengguang in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing at Cishan's eyebrows. The sword energy was generated, like a river pouring down from the sky. At the same time, two flying swords also came down with thunder.

This time he used the third move of "Cong Ming Yi Qi Sword Technique", [Yi Qi Guan Jiang].

This sword technique consists of three moves, and this one is the most lethal one, requiring extremely high spiritual awareness and magic power.

Xu Xuan has now broken through to the eighth level of Qi Refining and refined a lot of ghost consciousness beads. His magic power and spiritual awareness have increased a lot, allowing him to use them at will.

As for the other two swords, Dan Ting used [Da Ze Yun Xian] and You Quan used [Chang Qi Xing Yun], and the sky-blue flying sword showed its magic again, and the sound of ghosts crying was heard everywhere.

The three swords slashed together, and the heaven, earth, and people all filled with murderous intent. Du He died from this move in the past, and there was no way to avoid it.

Cishan's face changed, and he felt a strong murderous intent, as if a net of heaven and earth was falling down. He did not dare to be arrogant. He shouted angrily, formed seals again, and tried his best to attract the power of vows.

"Junior Brother Ci Hai, help me."

The golden wish power became stronger. Perhaps it was Ci Hai in Jiangbei who sensed that his senior brother was in danger and mobilized more wish power to bless him, causing Ci Shan's skin to quickly turn golden, like the golden body in the temple.

Even so, it still couldn't be completely blocked.

Dan Ting and Youquan were blocked by Baoguang and lost their power, but Hengguang went straight in and pointed at the opponent's eyebrows. His sword energy was so strong that it cut a horrible wound, revealing the white bones.

Cishan's momentum dropped, but he gritted his teeth and held on, holding the staff again, willing the power down, and trying his best to repair his injuries.

Liang Yong, who was standing by, was shocked by Xu Xuan's method and secretly thought about what happened in Cixin Mansion.

"He can actually control three magic swords and perform sword moves at the same time. To what extent has his spiritual awareness grown over the years?"

After regaining his composure, Liang Yong stepped forward again, but this time he did not wrestle with Cishan.

He lifted the bone tower, its yaksha patterns gleaming brightly. From the eighth layer, jets of dark blue fire erupted. Unlike the previous black and gray flames, these flames condensed and persisted, transforming into ghostly forms that pounced down. Cishan chanted, and a five-colored glazed light emerged. He tried to resist, but the dark fire was formless and intangible, floating directly past the light and clinging to his Dharma body, like a sacrificial altar, exploding within his flesh.

How could Xu Xuan give Cishan a chance to breathe? He gathered his magic power again, [One Qi Penetrates the River], and the sword energy surged. The opponent's golden body could no longer hold on. The purple lightning and the dark blue fire mixed together, making a roar.

Hengguang passed by, and a line of blood appeared between Cishan's eyebrows. His entire head opened up and split into two parts.

Liang Yong and Xu Xuan are now extremely exhausted, but they have finally taken over Cishan. The opponent fought desperately and with the blessing of vows, they almost reached the peak of the realm of Arhats.

Fan Qingzhu and Wen Sian were dealing with the monks who had formed a formation to prevent them from borrowing the power of the temple. They were quite surprised to see Xu Xuan kill Cishan.

The monks on the side were in even greater chaos, their formation was unstable, and there was a tendency for it to be broken.

Xu Xuan was about to go forward to see what was going on when Cishan's body moved. He extended his right palm forward as if to welcome someone. The temple suddenly began to shake, and golden light continued to emerge from it.

Sword energy and black fire fell in an instant. Xu Xuan and Liang Yong took decisive action to completely destroy this man's life.

Cishan's body was blown to pieces, but his right palm was still stretched out, covered by the golden power of will, and turned to point at Xu Xuan.

A sense of horror arose, Xu Xuan shouted loudly, and retreated with Liang Yong.

A glazed skeleton walked out from the temple, wearing a colorful robe, and its empty eye sockets stared at Xu Xuan and the others.

"retreat!"

Xu Xuan had anticipated this. As long as he killed Ci Hai, even if he sacrificed the remains, it would only be able to wreak havoc for a while without anyone to urge it.

All they have to do is get on the flying boat and avoid it.

The two of them rode the wind onto the untied boat. Wen Si'an and Fan Qingzhu immediately urged it on and prepared to fly away as planned. Cishan was already dead, so they just had to wait for the remains to lose their magical powers.

Dead things cannot be compared with living people. First, they cannot borrow the power of will. Second, every move they make is in vain and they cannot last long.

The magic circle that allowed the untied boat to float in the air and accelerate was bright. The four of them pushed it with all their strength, turning the flying boat into a line and heading off into the distance.

The glazed skeleton moved, stretched out its hand, and a large golden handprint came down, tightly clamping the flying boat, making a sharp scraping sound.

Xu Xuan and his companions wanted to disperse, but were stopped by the heavy pressure and trapped in the boat, being pulled back little by little.

The light on the glass skull dissipated little by little. At this rate, it could last for hundreds of breaths.

After all, the Untied Boat is a magical tool for building a foundation, and it also has some protective effects. It can protect everyone temporarily, but if the skeleton really catches it, it is hard to say.

"Where did these bald donkeys find these old Zongzi?"

Liang Yong cursed angrily and sacrificed the bone tower. Black and gray fire surged. Xu Xuan pulled out Hengguang, and the sword energy surged and fell down.

The golden handprint was bombarded by two foundation-building magic tools and trembled a little, appearing illusory. Although the situation was critical, it was not life-threatening.

Tiantuo had previously estimated that three foundation-building instruments were enough for several people to block the remains, not to mention the Mani Pearl as a backup. This was Xu Xuan's confidence. Coming here was a sure thing.

The Bone Tower and Hengguang are not ordinary foundation-building tools. Now that they are activated by the skeleton, they have undergone strange changes.

Three holes opened up at the bottom of the bone tower, and black, gray, and dark blue fire erupted. From the seventh hole emerged a sleek black pill, emitting a smell of saltpeter and sulfur. It merged with the flames and exploded instantly, sending a gust of air that overturned the surrounding trees.

The golden sun on Hengguang rose from the sea of clouds, and red fire was running. Xu Xuan vaguely felt that something in the sword body was jumping for joy and was about to break out, but it was always just a little short of the mark and could not come out.

The two men poured all their magic power into the magic weapons, not seeking any sophistication or killing power, but only to maximize the power of these two foundation-building magic weapons to resist the skeleton.

Wen Sian and Fan Qingzhu took the opportunity to use all their strength to push the Untied Boat, trying to break free from the handprint and fly away.

The light of the glazed skull in front of the temple gradually dimmed, and the pulling force was about to dissipate.

Xu Xuan and his companions felt a little relieved and were about to fly away, waiting for the skeleton to run out of magic power before destroying the temple.

A bright red light gradually emerged from the skeleton. When Cishan's two disciples saw this, they exclaimed in surprise.

The four fellow disciples who came to support them smiled and rushed forward like wild beasts, took out their swords and killed the two men.

Then, the four of them committed suicide with smiles on their faces. Their blood accumulated on the ground, forming a small pool, which was completely absorbed by the skeleton. Suddenly, the bright red light became brighter, and an invisible force came, holding the flying boat again.

"What kind of demonic method is this?"

Liang Yong cursed angrily. Seeing that the skeleton's momentum was growing, the few of them could no longer resist.

Xu Xuan took a step forward, and a Mani Pearl rose from his Qi Sea, surrounded by silver-white moonlight.

As soon as the Mani Pearl appeared, it was attracted by the red light and shot out. The moonlight fell, causing the shape of the glazed skeleton to gradually dissolve.

The bright red light encountered the moonlight, like snow meeting the warm sun, and dissipated in an instant. The invisible force also gradually trembled and could no longer be maintained, and thus calmed down.

From then on, no one could stop this temple, and the wishes from Jiangbei were left without anyone to preside over them, making them useless.

Xu Xuan stepped forward, lightning gathering on the sword as he slashed down.

The temple that had stood here for decades collapsed, and the market returned to the hands of Dachiguan again.

He drew his sword, turned around, and smiled at the three people with strange expressions:
"ended."

(End of this chapter)