Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 250 Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger
Liu Yong shouted softly and clapped his palms. The phantom emitting golden light on his body also made the same movement, stretching out his huge palms and directly clamping the Fire Cloud Spear that was shooting towards him. In an instant, the golden phantom palms were ignited with flames.

Liu Yong only felt that a huge force was prying his palm open. Although it was not his palm that held the Fire Cloud Spear, but the condensed hand of the phantom of Ming Wang, he had a close spiritual connection with this phantom Ming Wang.

Liu Yong's palms trembled slightly, and the two giant phantom palms were also trembling. Wrapped in the raging flames, the Fire Cloud Spear gradually pushed away the phantom palms' attack.

Seeing that his palms could not control the spear, Liu Yong took a deep breath, and it seemed as if half of his body was sucked dry, while his chest swelled up as if it was about to explode. With a low roar, the air in his chest gushed out.

The shadowy figure of Ming Wang behind him also opened his mouth to inhale and let out a low growl.

Visible ripples like huge waves gushed out from the mouth of the golden shadow, rushing towards the Fire Cloud Spear layer by layer.

Under the impact of these layers of ripples, the Fire Cloud Spear made a crackling sound, as if waves were hitting a cliff.

Layer upon layer of ripples visible to the naked eye surged past, and the Fire Cloud Spear gradually trembled, and then cracks appeared.

The sound wave shattered the Fire Cloud Spear, but its momentum did not diminish, and the aftermath continued to surge towards Song Xian.

Long before the sound waves like huge waves rolled out to the sky, Song Xian had already retreated, forming seals with his hands. As the spiritual power in his body surged, the fire-attributed spiritual power between heaven and earth quickly gathered to form a vast ocean of fire waves.

In an instant, the surrounding sky and earth were filled with heat waves, and huge waves of fire rushed over like a tidal wave. This was a second-level low-grade fire magic, and the waves of fire surged.

Compared to the Fire Cloud Spear technique, the Fire Wave Surge was obviously more powerful. He had actually only cultivated the Fire Cloud Spear to an advanced stage, but he had already cultivated the Fire Wave Surge to perfection.

Combined with the bonus of Xuantian Ronghuo Jue to fire-based magic, once it is cast, the fire waves are stacked up layer by layer, up to ten feet high, giving people an overwhelming feeling.

Compared with this wave of fire, the layers of sound wave ripples seem like a dwarf compared to a giant.

After the two intersected, the sound wave ripples and the fire waves seemed to merge together. Under the raging fire waves, the layers of sound waves seemed to be evaporated.

At this moment, outside the stadium and in the stands, many people exclaimed in surprise.

Obviously, everyone was surprised that a Qi-refining cultivator could perform such a powerful fire-based magic.

In the northeast corner of the stands, Kong Xiangyuan sat there expressionlessly, but his eyes became somewhat solemn.

Liu Yong's face changed drastically. Seeing the overwhelming fire wave coming, he shouted loudly and struck out with both palms. The huge golden shadow behind him also stretched out his palms, and the two huge golden shadows slapped the oncoming fire wave with their palms.

Without any intertwining sound, the golden light and fire waves emitted by the golden shadow's palm devoured each other, like two dragons fighting, and finally melted under the raging flames of the golden giant palm.

The remaining waves of fire continued to rush towards him.

"I give up." Seeing this, Liu Yong did not resist any longer and chose to admit defeat decisively.

With his current level of mastery of the Ming Wang Jue, he can only exert such power. He has already used all his means, but still cannot withstand the power of the opponent's magic. There is no point in dragging it on, and he may get injured instead.

Looking at Song Xian's appearance, he was obviously at ease and did not show any signs of excessive spiritual power.

Even if he tried his best to block this attack, he would not be able to resist if the opponent used this technique again, because a lot of his spiritual power had been consumed.

Rather than leaving in disgrace, it is better to admit defeat and save some dignity. After all, he is the head of a sect. If he is beaten too badly, it would be too embarrassing.

As soon as Liu Yong finished speaking, the layers of fire waves stopped in place. As the spiritual power dissipated, the fire waves gradually disappeared.

"Master Liu, thank you for giving me the position." Song Xian walked up to him and bowed his head in greeting.

"Master Song's magic and supernatural powers are exquisite, I admire him."

At this time, cheers and applause were heard outside the stadium. Because of his performance yesterday, Song Xian himself became one of the favorites to win the championship, and many people placed bets on him in this competition.

As the referee announced the victory of the competition, the two left the field one after another.

"The master is mighty. That fire-type magical power is overwhelming, and he is truly invincible."

"I dare say that even a Foundation Establishment cultivator could perform this feat."

"Based on the strength that Master showed today, the odds of him winning the championship will definitely be ranked first in the gambling house."

Listening to the flattery of several disciples, Song Xian just smiled without saying a word, took Su Zhirou's hand and sat down, continuing to observe the remaining three competitions.

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"Fire Cloud Spear and Fire Wave Surge are both second-grade, low-grade fire-attribute spells. This boy can actually cultivate them to this level. Fellow Daoist Kong, your nephew will have an enemy in this competition." On the high platform, in the quiet and elegant room, the foundation-building cultivator named Huo Yuan who was in charge of the selection for this competition said with a smile, and glanced at the middle-aged man beside him.

This person is Kong Zhenqing, the foundation-building cultivator of the Kong family.

He looked at Song Xian who had returned to the stone steps outside the stadium and said calmly, "Having an opponent is a good thing. He can help Xiang Yuan test the sharpness of his blade, so that Fellow Daoist Huo won't be so bored."

Having said that, he was still very surprised that Song Xian had mastered the fire magic to such an extent. Looking at the surging fire waves, it was obvious that he had cultivated it to the great success stage. No, even if he had cultivated it to the great success stage, it would not be so powerful.

It must have the support of fire-based skills to have such power. A Qi-refining cultivator can not only fully master the second-grade skills, but even the power can far exceed the upper limit of the skills.

Based on this point alone, he is no less capable than the elite disciples of large sects, and it is even rarer to see him in Bianxi City, a remote area.

Song Xian. Kong Zhenqing muttered to herself, her eyes flickering slightly.

He had no impression of this person before. He only knew that he was the leader of a small sect that had recently migrated to Bianxia Town.

Although he later developed the Yuxiangdan product, which sold well in Bianxi City, he still didn't take it seriously.

He really came into his sight after Hunyuan Sect annexed Tianshan. He began to pay attention to this person and felt that this person was no ordinary person.

A weak Hunyuan Sect actually defeated the strong by using its weakness and swallowed up the Tianshan Sect. Its methods and strategies were obviously not those of ordinary people.

It was not until Song Xian intended to relocate the market town without consulting the Kong family that he became angry.

Everyone knows that behind all the markets in Bianxi City are three major owners: the Beast Taming Sect, the Luoyun Sect, and the Kong Family.

Although their power is not as great as these two, they are also one of the three giants in the Bianxi City Market. Song Xian planned to move the market to Tianshan and frequently traveled between the Beast Taming Sect and the Luoyun Sect, but he never visited them once, obviously thinking that they were not important enough.

If it were the Beastmaster Sect and the Falling Cloud Sect, it would be fine. But the Hunyuan Sect actually ignored them, which was too much. However, it was not a good idea to launch a large-scale revenge for this matter. After all, the Hunyuan Sect had Jiang Feng's support.

Therefore, he ordered the capture of the alchemist of Hunyuan Sect, intending to teach Hunyuan Sect a lesson starting with the Yuxiang Pill.

Of course, the reason for capturing the alchemist was not only revenge, but more of an excuse to seize the Yuxiangdan industry or get a share of the profits. However, he did not expect that the Yuxiangdan formula obtained from the alchemist was wrong.

He originally wanted to capture another important figure from the Hunyuan Sect, but the head of the family did not want to cause any trouble and stopped the matter, so he had to give up.

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On the third day of the competition, only six of the twenty-three participants remained.

This round, Song Xian's opponent was a cultivator named Xu Yan, the head of Huaqing Valley, one of the largest independent cultivator factions in Bianxi City, with over a hundred cultivators. Xu Yan, with his temples graying and the appearance of an old farmer, had reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining and possessed spiritual roots of the three attributes of water, wood, and fire.

The competition between the two is the second one of the day.

The first match was between Wang Feng, a disciple of Luoyun Sect, and a casual cultivator at the tenth level of Qi Refining, and Wang Feng won in the end.

"Master Song, please give me some advice." Xu Yan saluted with a blank expression.

The two men retreated twenty-five feet each, following the order given by the Beast Taming Sect disciple.

Xu Yan took the lead in launching the attack. He put his palms together, and a dazzling white light surged between his palms, then condensed into a huge lightsaber, slashing straight towards Song Xian.

The giant sword emitting white light was several meters in size and as dazzling as the sun.

And when the lightsaber condensed and slashed down, the waves of fire cast by Song Xian had also condensed, and the layers of fire waves were like an ocean, rushing towards the opponent.

The two collided, and the lightsaber slashed through the waves of fire, just like a sword slashing through a waterfall.

Wherever the lightsaber passed, the waves of fire actually split apart from both sides.

But as the layers of fire waves continued to pile up, the lightsaber encountered greater resistance as it slashed deeper.

Wrapped in raging flames, the lightsaber trembled continuously.

During the stalemate, Xu Yan formed a seal again, and a dazzling light burst out from his body. Behind him appeared a huge male shadow with the same outline as him, about ten feet tall.

Xu Yan closed his eyes slightly, muttering something, and the outline of the shadow behind him gradually appeared, and the facial features and eyebrows were exactly his appearance.

Xu Yan opened his eyes, and the huge figure also opened his eyes, and shot out a white light, covering Xu Yan's body.

Under the illumination of the white light, he seemed to have merged into the huge figure.

At this time, the lightsaber was wrapped in the raging flames and had shattered into pieces, melting in the flames. The remaining power of the fire wave continued to surge towards Xu Yan.

The huge figure behind him clasped his hands together, then slowly opened them, revealing a large sword in his hand.

The figure did not retreat but advanced, holding a huge sword and slashing at the surging fire wave.

He slashed down with his sword, and wherever it passed, fireworks scattered, and the white light it emitted was like a strong wind, blowing out the flames that came into contact with it.

The ten-foot-tall figure was holding a lightsaber that was several feet in size. White light was shining all around him, like a god. He held the sharp blade in his hand, opening and closing it vigorously. Wherever the sword light passed, the waves of fire were melted by the white light.

There were also waves of fire rushing towards it, but there seemed to be an invisible white shield around it. When the fire waves approached its body, they were blocked by the invisible white shield and then cleansed by the white light.

Seeing this, Song Xian was slightly surprised. The cultivation world was indeed full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and there were many talented people. In the small Bianxi City, several powerful enemies appeared in this foundation-building selection competition alone.

Not only is there Kong Yuanxiang, who has awakened a single spiritual root with innate supernatural powers, but Xu Yan is also not an easy person to deal with.

While Xu Yan was casting his spell, he certainly did something else as well. He condensed a fire screen around him.

Seeing the waves of fire being extinguished by the sword light, Song Xian remained calm. He put his hands together and unleashed another wave of fire.

Layer upon layer of fire waves condensed and surged towards it.

Under his observation with the Eye of Truth, the spiritual power in Xu Yan's body was decreasing little by little.

Obviously, this magical power puts a heavy burden on spiritual energy. Even if you do nothing, your spiritual energy will gradually decrease.

In other words, this magical power has a time limit. The more spiritual power you have, the longer it can last.

He didn't need to use any other means, he just needed to hold the opponent back, and when the opponent's spiritual power was almost exhausted, he would naturally win.

With his spiritual root qualifications, he only needs to consume 25 points of spiritual power to cast a low-level second-grade spell.

The other party has consumed 52 spirit stones.

In addition to the fifteen points of spiritual power consumed by the previous use of the sword light, the use of this magical power has consumed thirty-seven points so far, and as time goes by, the spiritual power is still being consumed.

Looking at the overwhelming waves of fire, the tall figure behind Xu Yan did not retreat but advanced, holding a huge sword and approaching him.

The white giant opened and closed his hands, looking around arrogantly like a god of war. Wherever the sword passed, the flames were washed away by the white light.

Xu Yan didn't know whether Song Xian had seen through his true colors or had no more cards to play, but he couldn't afford to waste time.

The magical power he displayed was called the Heavenly Light Absolute Breath Power. Once it was used, it could condense the Heavenly Light Divine Body, which was incredibly powerful. Moreover, as long as one breath was still alive, the Heavenly Light Divine Body would be immortal.

He obtained this skill from a secret treasure relic in his early years. With this skill, he had almost no rivals in the Qi Refining stage.

However, this skill also has a weakness, which is that it consumes a lot of spiritual power. If you maintain this form all the time, your spiritual power will continue to be consumed until the spiritual power in your body is overdrawn.

And once this power dissipates, it will be impossible to condense the Heavenly Light Divine Body again within a period of time.

Therefore, to use this skill, one must fight the enemy quickly and decisively. What he fears most is that the enemy will avoid his attack and not fight with him.

Seeing the giant emitting dazzling white light striding towards him, Song Xian controlled the overwhelming flames to attack him while flying back with his hands clasped together. In an instant, his entire body emitted a dazzling red light, as if he was wrapped in a huge flame.

The next moment, four figures appeared in the red light, and their facial features all resembled Song Xian.

As the figure appeared, the dazzling red light disappeared.

The four of them ran in different directions and scattered like birds and beasts.

This is a second-grade low-level fire technique, the Fire Clone.

As the name suggests, this technique can differentiate into several different clones. If it is cultivated to the great success stage, it can differentiate into up to five identical clones.

Song Xian only practiced this technique to an advanced stage, so it could only be divided into four.

Among the four people, only one is the real one, and the other three are fake ones.

The fake body does not have any combat power and is just a facade, but its appearance and spiritual power fluctuations are exactly the same as the real body.

No matter what the real body does, they will make corresponding movements.

This technique is specifically used to confuse the enemy and to escape.

(End of this chapter)