Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 266: Blood-Transforming Soul-Chasing Curse

"Fellow!"

Wang Dachui exclaimed in shock. He never thought that Ji An would be caught by the golden-winged eagle.

The opponent's strength was deeply rooted in his heart. Although he had only fought beside the opponent for two days, the intensity of the battle he felt was completely different from before.

During the previous battle, monsters came like a tide, and you had to be extremely alert. If you were not careful, you might end up dead.

During the two days of fighting, although the attacks on Xiancheng were more intense, he was able to deal with them more calmly.

All this is due to the opponent's strength and comprehensiveness.

The ferocious blood-red grass puppet under the city wall eliminated a large number of low-level monsters, and the quicksand ruthlessly devoured a group of monsters.

In addition, the opponent can release cold wind magic that covers a very large area, and the flag magic weapon releases large seas of fire from time to time. There are not many monsters that can jump onto the city wall.

If he could always follow a fellow Taoist like this, Wang Dachui believed that he might be able to survive until the end of the demon disaster.

At this moment, he was genuinely worried about Ji An's life safety.

He prayed in his heart that the opponent's spiritual weapon had strong enough defense to withstand the attack of the Golden-winged Eagle.

However, he felt that there was little hope, because in the examples he had seen in the past, no monk who was caught by the Golden-winged Eagle survived.

The skilled monks would not be caught, but the unskillful ones were killed soon after the war began.

Another very important point is that the Golden-winged Eagle exudes a surge of demonic power, which means that it is at least at the ninth level of the foundation-building stage, and it is possible that it has even reached the ninth level of perfection.

Throughout the life of the Golden-winged Eagle, any prey it caught in this way, whether it was a monster or a cultivator, would be torn to pieces without exception.

If Ji An knew what it was thinking, he would definitely tell it that it was because it had never encountered a cultivator like him who was "wearing several armors".

The next moment, the Golden-winged Eagle was embarrassed.

Despite his desperate efforts, the protective aura on the enemy's body was not torn apart.

It mobilized its demonic power and increased its strength again.

At this moment, a palm-length golden spike flew out from Ji An's hand.

When the golden-winged eagle felt the sharp and murderous aura, its abdomen suddenly felt cold and the sharp spike had already sunk into it.

Its feathers, flesh, and bones, which could resist the stabbing attacks of flying swords from ordinary cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage, only served to delay them.

The Golden-winged Eagle is an 'agile' monster. Its strengths are mobility and speed, but its defense is not so good.

Another point is that Ji An's Golden Light Technique has reached the level of great perfection, and has the blessing of the lower-grade Gengjin Dao Seed, which can produce such a good effect.

In severe pain, it subconsciously held on tighter and let out a miserable roar.

After the pointed cone composed of gold spiritual energy penetrated into the body of the monster, it bloomed like a flower. The golden flower was stained with blood and then slowly disappeared.

The golden-winged eagle was immediately heartbroken. The defense of its feathers and skin could not withstand the spell, let alone its internal organs.

Ji An's second golden light technique has been activated, and a crescent blade as big as his palm flew out. The golden light outlined a sharp arc and penetrated into the body of the monster.

The golden moon blade cut a bloody wound in the monster's abdomen, and after entering its body, it split into three and scattered.

The heart, liver, lungs, kidneys, syrinx, etc. were all cut open, blood spurted out from the abdomen, and the golden eagle's wailing stopped abruptly.

Its claws naturally loosened and its body fell downwards.

Ji An felt the situation behind him and felt happy.

Before he could fully feel happy, he suddenly felt a cold aura appearing behind him.

Looking back, I saw a golden-winged eagle shadow flashing with blood-red light in the air.

The shadowy figure swooped down and pounced on him before he could react.

The defense of the Xinghuang Flag was useless, the defense of the Panshan Jue was useless, and all his other defensive means were ineffective. The phantom penetrated his body without any hindrance.

In an instant, his originally light silver skin turned as red as blood, and twisted black patterns appeared on it.

These patterns seemed to be living things, twisting and turning like poisonous snakes, and their whole bodies were hot.

Ji An felt that he was enveloped by a sense of superior malice, and a sea of ​​blood appeared before his eyes.

The malice was like a torrent, and his soul couldn't help but tremble.

This vision only lasted for a moment and then disappeared immediately, as if it was all an illusion.

Ji An wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and summoned his magic power to stop his falling trend.

He understood that he must have been tricked.

But now was not the time to think. He used some magic to put the golden-winged eagle's body into the storage bag, then he used the flying shuttle to return to the city wall.

Wang Dachui was extremely surprised:
"Daoyou, well done!"

Behind the monsters, where the monster kings are.

The Golden-winged Eagle Demon King's squinting eyes suddenly widened, and he let out a sharp roar, spreading his wings and flying up.

It was like a golden cloud rising into the sky, heading straight towards the fairy city.

Just now, it sensed that a secret spell had been activated on one of its descendants.

This secret spell will only be activated when the descendant dies.

The Golden-winged Eagle's reaction caused the other demon kings to look at each other in bewilderment. When they passed the message to this demon king yesterday, the other party's reaction was extremely cold.

Finally, Qingqiu's life was offered, and the other party agreed to lead hundreds of low-level tribesmen to help in the battle.

The Wild Boar Demon King looked silly and said in a muffled voice:

"Brother Eagle, what's going on? Should we call it back?"

It wasn't time for them to attack yet. In order to get this person out of the mountains, they hadn't informed the human race of the situation. If the other side was ambushed again, the demon race's strength would be weakened even more.

The Bull Demon shook his head and said:

"No need. Brother Eagle is extremely fast. Unless he is surrounded by a magic circle, even if there are many human cultivators, they will not be able to pose a fatal threat to him."

There was a gossipy look in its eyes, and it also wanted to know the reason for the Golden-winged Eagle Demon King's sudden action.

Ji An's mood at the moment was mixed. Although he had obtained a demon corpse in the late stage of foundation building, he was attacked by unknown means and he didn't know whether it would cause serious consequences.

He had just used his spiritual sense to check his entire body, but found nothing wrong. The strange phenomenon on his body disappeared and never reappeared.

The battle was still going on, and he didn't have time to think about it and immediately threw himself into the battle.

Without his help, the others would not be able to defend this section of the city wall, and two Qi Refining disciples have already been killed.

He pinched his fingers to make a gesture, and the flaming flag spread out. A cloud of fire descended, covering the swarming monsters.

There were incessant screams and the sizzling sound of burning hair and flesh, and the aroma of burnt meat emanated from the air.

At this moment, Ji An caught a glimpse of a golden cloud in the sky rushing towards the fairy city.

In the blink of an eye, the golden cloud flew several miles away.

"There are still demon kings who dare to attack."

As soon as this thought came to his mind, blood-colored light surged from Ji An's body again, and his skin and muscles immediately became hot.

He saw a head that looked like a golden-winged eagle emerging from the golden clouds, and a cold light that seemed to be real shot straight at him.

A feeling of being pricked in the back emerged, and the aura was very similar to the maliciousness when Ji An was hit by the blood-colored aura.

"Golden Core Demon King, come find me!"

Ji An's face turned pale, and he turned around and rushed back down the city wall.

The Golden-Winged Eagle Demon King's undisguised aura was detected by the controller of the mountain protection formation. True Man Yuxiao frowned slightly and said:
"This eagle monster has never truly participated in a battle before. What has driven it mad today that it dares to rise up alone?"

As he spoke, his hands moved quickly, injecting magic power into the formation flag while making hand gestures.

The earth-based spiritual light shield appeared above the fairy city, like an upside-down bowl.

The demon king roared, cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he launched an attack as if to vent his anger.

A tornado composed of green wind blades poured down on the mountain protection formation, creating ripples.

The red glow on Ji An's body became brighter and brighter, and the burning pain became more intense.

He clearly understood that he had killed the younger one and now the older one was coming.

"Golden Core Demon King, you're so awesome! Come down and fight me if you dare!"

Ji An spat in his heart. As long as he kept hiding in the formation, the Demon King would not be able to do anything to him.

Once the demon disaster is over, things will be much safer.

He tried his best to comfort himself, but he still couldn't help feeling uneasy.

Now he is just a little Karami in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and a Jindan monster can crush him to death by plucking a hair.

True Man Huoyun and True Man Zhengyang flew out of the formation together. The Xuanhuang Pagoda was spinning above their heads, dropping a yellow light as thick as a mountain to protect the two of them.

True Man Huoyun controlled the magic fire fan, and as the magic weapon waved, flames spread across the sky.

Although they were afraid of the possible transformed monsters, a golden-winged eagle monster king had no right to show off his power over them.

Besides, all the cultivators knew that the ancestors had gathered in the Immortal City, so how could they not show up?

The two Jindan True Immortals attacked and defended respectively. Although the Golden-winged Eagle Demon King was extremely fast, all his attacks were ineffective. Instead, some of his feathers were burned by the flames.

After fighting for a quarter of an hour, the Demon King saw that he had no chance of winning, and his rage had subsided a little, so he left in disappointment.

Zhenren Zhengyang descended from the sky, looked at the blood-red spiritual light that was receding from his disciple, and said:

"Boy, follow me!"

A ball of fiery cloud rose from under his feet, carrying Ji An into the air.

For some reason, he recalled a classic scene from Journey to the West in his previous life:
"The monsters with roots are taken away by the immortal masters, and they also fly in the clouds like this."

In a blink of an eye, the two arrived at a cave somewhere on the top of the mountain.

Ji An bowed deeply and solemnly:

“Disciple Ji An, I pay my respects to the ancestor.

I wonder what the vision that this disciple has experienced is?"

He had seen the sect's ancestor from afar, so he recognized him.

He felt a little nervous, worried about hearing some bad news.

Zhenren Zhengyang looked his disciples up and down. He still remembered the names of several of his nephews who had been mentioned in front of him.

Jia Yu believed that this disciple had great hope of breaking through the Chaoyuan period, and would have great hope of cultivating third-order spiritual plants for the sect in the future.

“This is a secret technique called the Blood-Transforming Soul-Chasing Curse, a mark planted by high-level demons on their descendants.

The human race also has similar secret techniques. If these descendants are killed, the secret technique will be activated and attached to the perpetrator through resentment."

Ji An bared his teeth, gave a wry smile, and thought to himself:

"That golden-feathered eagle is also a beast with a following!"

"May I ask, ancestor, what are the dangers of the Blood-Transforming Soul-Chasing Curse? Is there any way to resolve it?"

(End of this chapter)