Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 129 The battle of life and death
Since the forbidden attack of the magic weapon had just been exhausted and there were no talismans left in his hand, the man could only put his hands together and condense his magic as he watched the golden pestle attack coming again.

The Golden Bell Defense Talisman was already severely twisted and deformed, and after this blow, it shattered like a tortoise shell in an instant. Fortunately, there was a moment of blocking time, and the man's magic had already solidified.

A three-foot-high earth wall rose from the ground. It was the low-level earth-based technique, the Earth Wall Technique. What was rare was that he had already practiced this Earth Wall Technique to the great stage.

Although it is a great success level earth wall technique, it is a low-level technique after all, with limited power. How can it withstand the powerful attack of Song Xian's top-grade magic weapon?

The attack power of the golden pestle phantom he condensed this time was as strong as 37 points, so cracks appeared in the earth wall with one strike.

On the other side, Cheng Qian saw that the opponent had already given it his all. The black blade light not only shattered the phantom condensed by the red axe, but also slashed straight forward with the same momentum, and a huge fire ring cloud shot out from behind.

Obviously, the opponent was going to fight to the death, so he didn't dare to be careless or slack off. A large amount of spiritual power in his body poured into the red axe.

A huge red axe phantom condensed, and this time he did not hold back, breaking through all the remaining twelve layers of restrictions in the magic weapon.

This magical instrument originally had seventeen levels of restrictions, and the power of five levels of restrictions had been used previously. Now the power of the twelfth level of restrictions has been fully activated.

Although magic tools are not consumables like talismans, the spiritual power they can store at one time is limited. After using it up, you have to wait for it to continue storing spiritual power before you can use it.

Therefore, the more restrictions a magical weapon has, the more expensive it is. This means that it can store more spiritual power at one time, and it will have more advantages when fighting with an opponent.

For example, the black sword magic weapon of Yunfeng Trading Company has only ten layers of restrictions, and can only condense a black sword light with an attack power of only 25 points.

However, Song Xian's top-grade magic weapon has thirty-two levels of restrictions.

When the red axe shadow collided with the black sword light, the black sword light trembled violently, and it was obviously no match for it. During the stalemate, the fire ring cloud cast by the man was approaching.

Under the attack of both, the red axe shadow shook violently and was about to collapse.
At this time, the phantom of the golden pestle had already shattered the earth wall.

"You beasts of the Hunyuan Sect, even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go. I want all of you dead."

The man from Yunfeng Trading Company knew that he was doomed. His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were red, and his throat was roaring with all his might, like a wounded beast. He put his hands together, intending to cast the Earth Wall Technique again, but his spiritual power was exhausted, and the Earth Wall Technique failed to be successfully cast, and he fell down powerlessly.

The phantom of the golden pestle controlled by Song Xian did not fall. Seeing that the man was exhausted, he flipped his hand and took out the strange black banner from the storage bag. A blood shadow shot out from the banner and went straight into his body.

Soon, the flesh and blood around his body were devoured bit by bit, leaving only skin and bones. The blood shadow inside whooshed back into the black banner.

Cheng Qian, who was standing by, was stunned by the strange scene. He didn't come to his senses until Song Xian came to his side.

"Master, just now, this..." Cheng Qian looked at the black banner in his hand, speechless with surprise.

"This is the special function of the magic weapon. Go and help other brothers." Song Xian made an excuse and went to other battle groups.

The eight elite monks of Hunyuan Sect faced off against five stragglers who were fleeing in a panic. The situation was basically one-sided. Just when Song Xian dealt with the fifth-level Qi Refining monk in front of him, the battles in other places had also ended. Only Zhong Wenyuan and the disciple of Qingyuan Sect were still entangled with the other side.

After everyone was free, the last two people who resisted were quickly killed.

Song Xian ordered his men to collect all the spoils. The five cultivators from the Yunfeng Trading Company only had two low-grade magical weapons and some spirit stones they carried with them. The total number of spirit stones possessed by the five of them was less than a thousand. Apart from that, they had nothing else.

These five people are all low-level cultivators in Yunfeng Trading Company. They don’t have any storage bags, let alone storage rings, so naturally they don’t have any valuables on them.

Just as a few people were cleaning up the battlefield, they saw two flying magic vehicles coming rapidly towards them from the direction of Yunfeng Trading Company. Everyone was shocked at first, but then they were delighted when they saw the people on the flying magic vehicles. Standing on the two magic vehicles were disciples wearing Qingyuan Sect uniforms.

This means that the battle at Lingyun Mountain has ended, otherwise it would be impossible for disciples from the Qingyuan Sect to come from that direction at this time.

Two flying magic vehicles flew straight towards where everyone was, and soon arrived in front of them. Four disciples of the Qingyuan Sect jumped out of them.

The leader was a young man at the sixth level of Qi Refining. He glanced at the group and then bowed, "Master Song, I'm Ye Yun. I'm here to support you on the orders of our master. How's the situation here?"

Song Xian returned the greeting without getting carried away. "Thank you, Sect Leader Hu, for your concern. Five cultivators from the Yunfeng Trading Company fled from Lingyun Mountain and have been completely annihilated. I wonder if Lingyun Mountain has been taken over by your sect?"

"The cultivators defending Lingyun Mountain have been completely wiped out. The Sect Master was worried that you wouldn't be able to deal with the fleeing remnants, so he sent us to support you." The man glanced around. "Why can't I see Senior Brother Huang Qing? Where is he?"

"Just now, two cultivators from the Yunfeng Trading Company flew past here on flying instruments. Fellow Daoist Huang and three disciples of our sect chased after them."

Ye Yun said nothing, but looked at the Qingyuan Sect disciple standing next to Song Xian, his eyes clearly asking questions.

The disciple responded, "That's right. Elder Huang went after those two. Senior Brother Ye, how is the sect doing? Was the attack on Lingyun Mountain going smoothly?"

Ye Yun glanced at Song Xian, hesitated a bit, and after a brief pause, he told the truth: "The Yunfeng Trading Company's mountain protection formation caused us a lot of trouble. Fortunately, with the help of Senior Casar, we were able to break through the formation. But many brothers were still killed or injured. There were seventeen people killed in the battle alone, and nine people were injured." Hearing this, Song Xian and Zhong Wenyuan couldn't help but look at each other, both of them were a little surprised.

The Qingyuan Sect was so well prepared that even the foundation-building monks were mobilized. They thought it would be a very smooth offensive and defensive battle, but unexpectedly more than half of them were killed or wounded. This shows that the Yunfeng Trading Company's resistance was very fierce.

This second-level formation seems to be really powerful. Without the help of the foundation-building cultivators, the Qingyuan Sect alone would not be able to take over Lingyun Mountain.

"Since all the remnants here have been wiped out, let's go and have a look somewhere else." After Ye Yun said this, he started flying away.

As soon as he left, he saw two flying magic vehicles coming towards him from the northwest. They were the magic vehicles that Huang Qing and Lin Zixiang were riding.

"Something doesn't seem right! Why are there only three people?" From a distance, everyone saw the figures on the magic weapon, and there were only the outlines of three people. Zhang Ningyuan immediately frowned.

Song Xian naturally saw it as well, and his heart was immediately in his throat. As the magic weapon got closer and closer, everyone could see the situation on it clearly.

Huang Qing, Lin Zixiang, and Zhang Yi were all standing on the legislature, while Zhong Yang was lying sideways.

"Is Junior Brother Zhong injured?" Zhang Ningyuan's voice unconsciously became much softer, and the air seemed even more solemn at this moment.

He turned to look at Song Xian and saw that he had a frown on his face and looked worried.

He looked at Zhong Wenyuan again. His face was gloomy and his body was tense.

Soon, the plane came closer. Looking at the expressions of Alan Tam and Zhang Yi, Song Xian's heart skipped a beat. Both of them had a look of deep sorrow on their faces.

George Lam looked at Zhong Wenyuan, then immediately lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to look at him.

The magic weapon landed steadily on the ground, with Zhong Wenyuan and Zhang Yi standing in front and behind, and Zhong Yang lying in the middle with his eyes closed. His clothes were stained with blood, and a large penetrating wound on his chest was clearly visible.

Zhong Wenyuan rushed over in a flash, bent down, touched Zhong Yang with trembling hands, and called out softly twice.

"Yang'er, Yang'er."

As he called out, tears began to flow from his eyes.

Zhong Wenyuan and Zhong Yang are uncle and nephew from the same clan. After Zhong Yang joined Qingyun Sect, he followed Zhong Wenyuan. Although they are called uncle and nephew, they are actually father and son.

In addition, Zhong Wenyuan had no children, so he always treated Zhong Yang as his son.

Everyone in the Hunyuan Sect had a solemn expression on their faces. Several old men from the Qingyun Sect had sorrowful expressions on their faces. Even Cheng Qian, Xu Zhen, and Wang Huan, who were new to the Hunyuan Sect, couldn't help but feel grief-stricken when they saw this scene.

Song Xian felt both grief-stricken and guilty, regretting that he had let Zhong Yang follow Alan Lam to hunt down the two men.

Looking back, Zhong Yang had suffered endless humiliation since he followed everyone to settle in Guzi Mountain. First, he was bullied and beaten by Peng Yu of Yuyuan Sect for no reason, and now he had lost his life in vain.

It's a pity that such a loyal and honest person should be plagued by such misfortune.

Zhong Wenyuan was already lying on Zhong Yang's body, wailing loudly, his voice was sad and desolate. Song Xian was also heartbroken, with tears streaming down his eyes.

George Lam kept his head down and said nothing, looking extremely remorseful and guilty.

Zhang Yi's eyes turned red.

Everyone in the Hunyuan Sect was infected by this and was filled with grief.

"Please accept my condolences, fellow Taoists. It's all because the thieves from Yunfeng Trading Company were too cruel." Huang Qing was silent for a long time. Seeing that everyone looked sad and heartbroken, he tried to comfort them softly.

"Friend Huang, what's going on? How did it become like this?" Song Xian asked in a low voice.

"The person escaping on that flying magical instrument was the second-in-command of Yunfeng Trading Company and his wife. After we caught up with them, we engaged in a fierce battle and killed his wife. He realized he couldn't escape our encirclement, so he fought tooth and nail, intending to die with us. He was carrying a large number of talismans, even some second-level ones, and he used them all at once. That's how Fellow Daoist Zhong died."

"It was my fault that I didn't take care of Junior Brother Zhong." Lin Zixiang said in a low voice with a look of self-blame on his face.

"A battle between life and death isn't a game of house. Casualties are inevitable. Fellow Daoist Lin, don't blame yourself too much, and Sect Leader Song, don't be too sad."

Huang Qing persuaded him and winked at the Qingyuan Sect disciple. The two of them stepped aside, and the disciple reported to him in a low voice about the battle situation here.

(End of this chapter)