Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 179: Fierce Battle at the Valley Mouth (Part )
"Fuck you, I'll fight you to the death." The death of their own people did not make these monks panic, but instead aroused their ruthlessness and bloodiness.

This is because everyone knows that they have no way to retreat. If they don't act ruthlessly to kill the enemies blocking their way, they will be dead when the enemy troops in the valley catch up with them.

When people reach this point, they often do whatever they want.

"Brothers, stop thinking about conserving your strength. Even if you die, take a few people with you." Someone in the enemy camp shouted.

At this moment, another scream was heard. The man facing Zhang Yi had red buds growing all over his body. He looked extremely painful, but his eyes were extremely crazy.

"Let's die together! Be buried with me."

The man roared hysterically like a wild beast, his flesh and blood quickly dried up, and those red flower buds grew longer and longer, as if absorbing his flesh and blood.

The man howled like a ghost and fell straight down. The red flower buds, each one extremely gorgeous, flew out of his body and shot towards Zhang Yi.

With a loud bang, all the flowers exploded like firecrackers, instantly igniting a huge fireball that enveloped an area of ​​twenty to thirty feet in radius, and crackling sounds continued to be heard from inside.

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"Senior Brother Zhang Yi." Song Xian couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw this.

He was not far away from Zhang Yi, and fortunately he was not within the explosion range, but the powerful impact still caused him to stagger.

However, Zhang Yi was in the exploding fireball. Just as he finished speaking, a figure was thrown out. Zhang Yi was blown away by the powerful shock wave and fell to the ground. His whole body was covered in blood and his life or death was uncertain.

"Senior Brother Lu Yuan, quickly take Senior Brother Zhang Yi away from here." Song Xian shouted hurriedly.

Lu Yuan flashed up to him, lifted him up, and quickly retreated with a few leaps.

Seeing that the other parties were fighting desperately with red eyes, Song Xian no longer held back. He flipped his hand, took out a black talisman, and spiritual power poured into it.

The talisman shone brightly, and a ball of black liquid emerged from it, slowly floating towards the man who was at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

The black liquid shrank into a ball, like a huge water ball, six feet in diameter.

The moment it came into contact with the opponent's black sword energy, smoke began to rise from the black sword. Wherever the black water ball passed, the black sword was visibly corroded and dissipated in mid-air.

This is the latest corruption talisman refined by Song Xian. In the Jidao Secret Records, it belongs to the category of first-grade top-grade talismans. However, due to its own particularity, the corruption talisman relies on corroding and melting objects, which is not within the range of various natural properties. Its power is much stronger than that of ordinary first-grade top-grade talismans.

But its shortcomings are also obvious. First, the condensed corrupt liquid moves very slowly and will only decompose automatically when it reaches a distance of twenty feet.

If the opponent retreats immediately after the talisman is activated, the Corruption Talisman will not be able to touch the opponent at all due to its attack speed and range.

But if you don't know the details and choose to confront it head-on, this talisman may have an unexpected effect.

The other party's Qi Refining Level 7 cultivator was obviously the latter. There was not much spiritual power left in his body. Under Song Xian's observation with his true eyes, he only had ten points of spiritual power.

Seeing the black liquid corroding the black knife attack phantom, he took out a khaki talisman from his sleeve, which was also the only top-grade talisman on him.

The ochre light of the talisman condensed into an ochre halo, protecting it inside.

The black water ball slowly fell onto the khaki light circle without any sound. The water ball seemed to split in half, and a large amount of black liquid poured out from it and scattered along the top of the light circle.

The man kept leaping backwards, increasing the distance between him and Song Xian, and kept looking around, trying to find a direction to break through and escape.

If he had retreated at the beginning, the corrosive venom condensed by the Corruption Talisman would not have been able to catch up with him at all, but now it was too late. The corrosive venom had already covered his defensive aperture and moved with him.

The khaki aperture fluctuated under the erosion of the black liquid. After a while, a gap was melted away by the corrosive venom, and the black liquid dripped down from the top of the aperture.

The cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining immediately let out a scream and fell to the ground, his body corroding bit by bit.

The man howled in pain and rolled on the ground. Song Xian took out a black banner from his storage bag. A ghost emerged from the banner and pounced towards the man.

Unlike the previous way of sucking flesh and blood, the newly condensed ghost opened its bloody mouth, revealing its fangs, and bit the man's neck.

At first he was struggling, shaking his arms and kicking his legs, but within a few breaths, he stopped moving, and the flesh and blood all over his body quickly shriveled up.

Even Song Xian felt that this bloody scene of someone sucking the life force of a monk was cruel and terrifying, and he felt a chill down his spine.

He still hasn't figured out the origin of this black banner. A magical weapon that can improve and evolve itself is completely beyond his understanding.

The world of cultivation is not without treasures that can improve and evolve themselves. For example, after surviving for a long enough time and absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, spiritual medicine may develop spiritual intelligence.

Some objects may become spiritual by chance.

However, the cultivation world has never heard of a magical weapon that can improve its own grade. Especially this kind of improvement is done by such a terrifying and weird method of sucking flesh and blood as nourishment, as if the magical weapon itself is a self-aware demon that is awakening step by step.

This magical weapon won’t backfire on me in the future! Song Xian’s heart suddenly shuddered.

After the ghost absorbed the man's flesh and blood, it returned to the banner.

Although several people nearby saw this scene, they were in the midst of a fierce confrontation at the moment and therefore did not pay much attention to it.

It may seem scary to see a ghost sucking the flesh and blood of a monk, but in the world of cultivation it is not a big deal. There are some evil skills and secret methods that can summon and raise ghosts.

Just like the monk who had red flower buds growing out of his body and then exploded, if we talk about horror, that monk's skills are much scarier than this ghost that eats human flesh and blood.

The reason why the black flag is strange is that it grows on its own, but others don't know this.

Only Zhong Wenyuan had seen the scene of ghosts eating people. Shock and confusion flashed in his eyes, and he looked in the direction of Song Xian.

Song Xian's spiritual power was almost gone at this time, only fourteen points, so he leaped back and retreated behind a few people, observing the entire battlefield situation. At this time, both sides of the battle had entered a white-hot stage, and those fleeing monks were all red-eyed and looking for the disciples of Hunyuan Sect to fight to the death.

However, since the disciples of Hunyuan Sect are all elite, most of them are in the middle stage of Qi Refining, and they possess better magic weapons and more talismans than the other side, so they still have the overall advantage.

Many of the fleeing monks were in the early stages of Qi Refining and were not very strong. Many of them did not even have a magic weapon.

Seeing that Zhang Ningyuan was fighting fiercely with a cultivator on the left, under his true observation, he could see that both of them had little spiritual power left, and the cultivator was already at the end of his strength.

Song Xian seized the opportunity of the stalemate and leaped forward, pulling out another corrosion talisman, condensing black liquid and sending it towards the other party. The monk condensed a wood-based defensive spell and was struggling to hold on.

The corrosive poison poured down, and the cross wooden shield covering his body was quickly melted away. The man's body was stained with the corrosive poison, and he immediately let out a miserable scream.

Zhang Ningyuan took advantage of this opportunity and swung the giant red axe in his hand, splitting the man's body in half.

At the same time, Zhong Wenyuan also defeated his opponent.

"Go help the other brothers."

Song Xian led the two men and rode non-stop to the battlefield not far away. Here, five disciples of Hunyuan Sect were fighting with four enemy cultivators. Originally, the disciples of Hunyuan Sect had a slight advantage, and the arrival of Song Xian and the other two made the battle even more one-sided.

As the four-man teams here were eliminated one by one, the other battle groups also ended their battles.

Looking at the entrance and exit of the valley, there was blood all over the ground and broken bodies everywhere.

After the battle, Song Xian immediately came to Zhang Yi. While the two sides were fighting, Lu Yuan carried him to a corner and kept guarding there.

At this time, Zhang Yi was covered in blood and flesh, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

"How is Senior Brother Zhang Yi?"

"He's seriously injured, but he's still breathing. I've already given him a blood-clotting pill."

Song Xian nodded and said nothing more.

This is not a dinner party, but a life-and-death battle. There will definitely be casualties. Even he himself cannot guarantee that he will be safe and sound every time.

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"Master, three disciples of our sect have unfortunately died. They are Junior Brother Gu Jian, Junior Brother Zhang Mingren, and Junior Brother Yu Hua. Three other disciples were injured." Zhong Wenyuan walked over and said in a deep voice.

Song Xian turned his head and saw a group of sect disciples gathered not far away. He hurried over and saw three corpses lying in the crowd.

It is these three people.

Everyone around had a heavy and sad look on their faces.

"Senior Brother Gu, Senior Brother Zhang, and Junior Brother Yu, have a safe journey. The sect will not forget you. If you know about this in the afterlife, you don't have to worry about your families. The sect will take good care of them." Song Xian felt a little complicated. Although he felt a little sad and compassionate, he did not feel any pain or anger. Instead, he felt a little numb.

This was the third time that a disciple of Hunyuan Sect had died since its establishment. He had become somewhat accustomed to it. In addition, he had anticipated that some disciples would die before setting out, so he did not feel any special emotions when he saw these corpses.

"Junior Brother Yu, it's my fault that you were killed! If I hadn't persuaded you to come to Bianxi City, you wouldn't have died." One of the disciples choked with tears.

Song Xian glanced back at him and patted his shoulder. "Brother Tian, ​​don't blame yourself too much. I believe all of you here, including me, have made preparations before setting off. The dead cannot be resurrected. What matters is the living. Bring the bodies of these three brothers back to the sect for burial and treat their families well. This is all we can do."

After comforting everyone, Song Xian went to the other two injured disciples to comfort them. Although their injuries were serious, they were still conscious.

In this battle, a total of thirteen enemy monks were killed, and three monks broke out of the encirclement and escaped. Only three of our side were killed and three were injured. Overall, it can be said that we won a great victory.

"Friend Xu, three of my fellow disciples are injured. I would like to take them to a safe area in the rear to recuperate. Please inform Senior Luo later."

After handling all matters and cleaning up the battlefield, Song Xian came to the Luoyun Sect disciple and said coldly with an expressionless face.

During the battle between the two sides just now, this guy had been hiding in the back, only occasionally stepping forward to use magic tools or talismans to assist in the attack. If the attack failed, he would immediately hide in the back. Song Xian saw all of this, but did not point it out. He had no good impression of him in his heart.

This person is quite powerful, having reached the seventh level of Qi Refining, but he is unwilling to put in any effort. While he is fighting to the death with the other party, he, the instigator, just stands by and watches. If it weren't for the sake of Luoyun Sect's reputation, Song Xian would definitely teach him a lesson.

"They are coming." The Luoyun Sect disciple had been scolded by him before and was unhappy, so Song Xian and others who had been watching coldly didn't want to pay attention to it at this time, but when they saw people coming from a distance, they blurted out.

Song Xian looked back and saw a team coming towards him. Leading them were disciples of Luoyun Sect, followed by disciples of Chen Mansion.

Soon, everyone arrived.

"Senior Brother Xu, what's the situation here?" The leading Luoyun Sect disciple glanced at Song Xian and asked the man named Xu.

"Three people left in this direction, and three more flying magical instruments flew over here, killing a total of thirteen enemy soldiers. How are you doing over there?"

"It's not bad. Most of the enemy troops stationed in the valley have died."

While the two were talking, Song Xian and Chen Mansion's head, Chen Gongzheng, were also talking about their respective situations.

Although they won a great victory in this battle and successfully captured the Rhino Horn Valley, the coalition forces also suffered heavy casualties, especially the front team of the main attack formation, where more than half of them were killed or wounded.

The Chen family belonged to the rear team, and five of their men were killed and two were injured.

After a brief conversation among the few people, Song Xian went with them to the valley to meet Luo Jin. Everyone gathered together and reported their casualties and gains.

According to statistics, the coalition forces suffered 112 deaths and killed 95 of the enemy.

Among them, the death toll from the nine sects in the front was 63, the death toll from the seven sects in the back was 38, and the death toll from the Hunyuan Sect, Qingyuan Sect, and Qianye Valley who were responsible for the ambush was 11.

As for the number of casualties, it turned out that the Hunyuan Sect killed the most.

The frontal team attacking the formation killed a total of sixty-one enemy monks. The Qingyuan Sect lost four disciples and killed eleven enemy monks. The Qianye Sect also lost four monks and killed ten enemy monks.

The reason why the team that attacked head-on suffered more casualties and killed fewer enemies was due to the power of the second-level medium-grade formation.

The three ambush teams were able to cause fewer casualties and kill more enemies because those who escaped on foot were cultivators with lower cultivation and weaker strength.

In addition, they had previously fought against the coalition forces that attacked the formation, and most of their spiritual power had been depleted. Naturally, they were no match for the ambush team that was waiting for them to tire themselves out.

The enemy's elite monks had either died in battle or escaped on flying magic vehicles.

(End of this chapter)