Dongxuan Spiritual Realm

Chapter 37 Blood Nightmare Blood Blade
After killing two corpse demons first, the four of them immediately gained the upper hand and suppressed the remaining four corpse demons.

After all, corpse demons lack the adaptability of living people and act entirely on instinct. Even the weakest among them, Tu Yanzhou, can fight one to a draw.

As the sword-gambling immortal Lu Shuangjie grew bolder, he became more courageous with each battle. Wang Huyue, possessing the highest level of cultivation, easily dealt with each one. By the time Yang Qisheng arrived to assist after dispatching the third corpse demon, Wang Huyue was already on the verge of victory.

All six corpse demons were killed. Yang Qisheng once again used the "Spiritual Treasures to Break Evil" method. The five spiritual treasure talismans came out at his fingertips. Each talisman ignited a fist-sized Samadhi True Fire - it was incomparable to the bean-sized flames of the past.

The five fires merged into one and shot into the copper basin of corpse oil, instantly causing a shocking explosion!

"boom!"

It was as if a basin full of explosives was ignited, and the copper basin exploded into pieces, and the copper man kneeling below melted into a red stream in the high temperature.

The corpse oil poured down like rain all over the sky, transforming into dark green flames that danced wildly and boiled in the stone chamber!

Sensing the presence of a stranger, balls of green fire rushed towards the four people in the corridor like a swarm of bees, and hesitated in front of the spiritual light that Yang Qisheng had set up in advance to relieve the disaster.

Tu Yanzhou was so frightened that he screamed "Ah" and took several steps back.

Lu Shuangjie's face was also pale, his calves twitching, and he said in a trembling voice: "Fellow Daoist Yang, let's hurry up and leave. These corpse fires cannot be extinguished. If you get even a little bit of it, you will be burned to ashes..."

He was previously engulfed in corpse fire, and no matter how he struggled, he could not put out the fire. His soul was also unable to leave his body. He wanted to abandon his body and escape, but he could not be reborn in another body in the future.

The horrible feeling of bone-chilling coldness was like being in hell, and he really didn't dare to try it again.

Yang Qisheng frowned slightly: "Although we can't eliminate them in a short period of time, we can move them somewhere else."

He clasped his hands together and formed the "Lingbao Liangyi Seal". As his true energy surged, five colorful rays of light burst out from his five fingers, unfolding and transforming into the Lingbao Five Talismans. The five talismans spun rapidly, forming a colorful halo.

As the true energy continued to be injected, the colorful light wheel spun faster and faster, generating a powerful suction force, forcibly sucking the green fire flying in the sky into it.

The next moment, the green and dark corpse fires suddenly appeared in the stone bowl in front of Huo Yaoguang outside the cave.

The stone bowl was three feet long and oval in shape. Huo Yaoguang had carved it with his sword energy and it was filled with clear stream water.

The emerald green corpse fire surged out from the bottom of the water, and strings of green flames emerged with a "gurgling" sound, rising rapidly upwards.

The water surface was firmly sealed by the spiritual light of Jie Evil. The corpse fire could not break through and could only explode underwater, instantly dyeing the entire bowl of clear water into a thick emerald green like ink, and the color became darker and darker, as if it were a bowl of highly poisonous jade slurry.

The corpse fires in these tombs are very powerful. If they are allowed to float in the human world, once a living creature is sensed by them, they will fly straight towards it. Once it touches the body, it will be like a thorn in the flesh and blood and difficult to get rid of it. The flesh and blood will not be burned to ashes!

Although Huo Yaoguang was not familiar with the characteristics of corpse fire, he understood Yang Qisheng's intention - this fire must not be left unchecked and must be thoroughly refined!
There was a fire burning behind her. She pinched the "Lingbao Huoting Jue" with her left hand to draw the flame over, and pinched the "Lingbao Samadhi Jue" with her right hand to produce the Samadhi True Fire. The two Jue merged into one, and the two flames merged into a blazing stream of light that hit the water bowl directly.

"boom!"

The flames entered the water and fought fiercely with the corpse fire. The whole bowl of water boiled instantly, rolling out dense bubbles.

Huo Yaoguang used the spiritual light of disaster relief as a sieve - he let the white gas float away, and pressed the green mist back into the bowl, and then repeatedly calcined it with real fire.

The water bowl was like an alchemy furnace, making a "sizzling" sound in the tug-of-war between the real fire and the corpse fire. Gradually, the inside of the three-foot stone bowl began to melt, and the walls of the bowl became thinner and thinner.

Huo Yaoguang couldn't see well, so he hurriedly sent out the "Lingbao Huafeng Talisman" again, which shot into the rock in front of him. The rock was made of thick earth and stone dug out from the ground, and it had a very strong earthy smell. It immediately emitted a thick earthy smell to fill the stone bowl.

While she was in a panic, Yang Qisheng had already sucked out all the corpse fire in the tomb.

Looking at the tomb chamber that had returned to peace, Master Wang Huyue and his apprentice and the sword-gambling immortal Lu Shuangjie looked at each other and saluted Yang Qisheng solemnly.

Wang Huyue said respectfully, "Fellow Daoist Yang's Daoism is mysterious and profound, and its profoundness is incredible. May I ask what school of thought did you learn from?"

Yang Qisheng was a little surprised: "Didn't you see that?"

Wang Huyue's face flushed. "Forgive my poor eyesight. I can only tell you're an authentic Xuanmen cultivator, but I don't know from which sect or school." Lu Shuangjie also bowed and said, "My master once said that after the Universal Grand Ceremony a hundred years ago, the immortals retreated to the blessed lands of the Cave Heavens and rarely ventured into the human world. Anyone, whether human, god, demon, or ghost, who dares to stir up trouble in the human world will incur divine punishment.

But the Master is not quite sure about the specifics. I have been hanging out in casinos all over the world for many years, and I have not met many true practitioners. I only know that the authentic Xuanmen is very difficult to cultivate, but I don’t know what it means to be authentic Xuanmen.

Yang Qisheng said, "I am a disciple of Taiyi Palace."

Wang Huyue and Lu Shuangjie looked confused when they heard this, obviously they had never heard of the name Taiyi Palace.

Wang Huyue pondered for a moment and then asked tentatively, "I was fortunate enough to meet a Spiritual Thunder Immortal in the upper reaches of the Five Bitter River. I offered him a plant of Five Bitter Ginseng, and he saved me from a near-fatal disaster. He claimed to be a disciple of the Yunyang Sect and once explained the principles of the authentic Xuan Sect to me. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Yang recognizes him?"

Of course, Yang Qisheng didn't know anyone called Ling Lei Zhenren, and he had never heard of the Yunyang Sect.

However, he still had the spiritual knowledge left by his master in his mind, which could answer any questions he wanted to know at any time:
"The Yunyang Sect is indeed the orthodox Xuan Sect. As for the Three Caves' division of the sect, they are also from the same Dongxuan lineage as us. Our Taiyi Palace Master cultivates the Five Elements Sword Qi, while they specialize in the Pure Yang Way. If you see someone using Pure Yang Sword Qi in the future, they are disciples of the Yunyang Sect. As for that True Man Linglei, he should be the eldest disciple of True Man Qingai. I have some friendship with his master."

Upon learning this, Yang Qisheng told Wang Huyue, "The Yunyang Sect and our Taiyi Sect are from the same sect. That Linglei Zhenren is of the same generation as me. If we meet, we must call him Senior Brother."

Wang Huyue was filled with awe after hearing this. At that time, he was still in the foundation-building stage and had not yet cultivated the White Tiger Evil. However, when he met the Ling Lei Zhenren, he found that he was already a master of the Li Ding Lian Gang.

At that time, a thousand-year-old tree demon appeared in the upper reaches of the Wuku River. After surviving a natural disaster, it began to stir up trouble and act lawless.

She captured many ghosts as slaves and servants, and she also enlightened flowers, plants, and trees to help them transform, adopting them as her sons and daughters. She also took in wolves, insects, tigers, and leopards as her soldiers. She even claimed the source of the Wuku River for herself, commanding 3,000 demon soldiers and becoming the demon king who dominated the area.

Wang Huyue was collecting herbs in the mountains when he was caught by the demon soldiers. He was defeated in a fight and was captured.

Just when he was about to be drained of his blood by the tree monster, Ling Lei Zhenren descended from the sky, waved his hand, and released the pure yang divine thunder of innate Qi, which silently killed the thousand-year-old tree monster on the spot, turning it into half a charred dead tree!

Now that he knew that Yang Qisheng was of the same generation as Ling Lei Zhenren, and thinking about the various mysterious methods he had just witnessed, Wang Huyue felt even more awed.

Although Yang Qisheng was only at the Perfect Foundation Establishment stage, his unfathomable background made him dare not underestimate him in the slightest. His respect for him deepened a hundredfold at this moment.

Yang Qisheng frowned and asked, "Before I came here, there was a senior brother from our sect, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, about this tall, very handsome, and wielding black and red sword energy. Have you seen him?"

Wang Huyue and the other two looked at each other in bewilderment. Lu Shuangjie was the first to shake his head. "I was the first to enter the tomb, and at that time I only saw that strange sea lantern. By the time Master Wang and his disciples arrived, I was already floating above the lamp oil." He shuddered as he spoke. "That lamp is extremely evil. One must constantly burn one's own essence to float above the oil. If one is not careful, those dark shadowy water ghosts will drag one under the lamp."

Wang Huyue also said, "I wanted to save Fellow Daoist Lu and sent out my flying sword to cut down the sea lantern, but the world spun around and I fell into it, ending up in the same situation as Fellow Daoist Lu. Human energy is limited, and sooner or later it will burn out, eventually sinking to the bottom of the lantern and becoming a water ghost. If Senior Brother Ling had come in earlier, he would probably already be..."

Seeing that Yang Qisheng looked unhappy, he quickly added, "However, with Senior Brother Ling's cultivation level, even if he fell into the lamp, he would not have exhausted his energy so quickly."

Yang Qisheng frowned and estimated that with Xue Yan's energy level, it was unlikely that he would become a wandering soul at the bottom of the pot. He should have gone deeper into the tomb at this moment.

He turned to them and asked, "I came here because I received the sword energy from my senior brother asking for help. Why are you here?"

Wang Huyue and Lu Shuangjie exchanged surprised glances: "Daoyou, aren't you here for that magic knife?"

"Magic sword? What magic sword?" Yang Qisheng looked puzzled.

Wang Huyue explained with a serious expression: "Legend has it that there is a Blood Nightmare Ancestor in the Demonic Path who has been living in seclusion in the Blood River Cave Heaven for many years, and only comes out once every 120 years. The last time he came out, he left behind a Blood Demon Sword in the human world. When we refine the sword, the one attached to the flying sword,
"It started with sword energy, then sword evil, sword aura, and finally the highest level, sword rainbow. That devil's sword is a supreme divine weapon of the rainbow level! It can absorb the essence and blood of people through the air, and has countless magical uses. Whoever can obtain it can roam the world and slash the immortals with swords as easily as cutting melons and vegetables!"

"No wonder so many of you are running here!" Yang Qisheng thought for a moment, "How did you know the Demon Blade was here?"

Lu Shuangjie took over the conversation: "The magic knife has its own spirit. No one knows where it is hidden at ordinary times. But once the time is right, the magic knife is about to appear. It will make the monks within a thousand miles of the vicinity feel it and guide them to find it. According to legend, there are both real and fake magic knives. Dozens of them have appeared in the world.

But later everyone said it was a lie. While we were cultivating, the evil energy within our inner cauldron surged, connecting with the demonic blade, and we rushed here one after another. But when we reached this generation of mountains, the connection was inexplicably interrupted. We speculate that the demonic blade is hidden in this ancient tomb."

While listening to their stories, Yang Qisheng was also communicating with Mingyi Zhenren in his mind:
"The old demon, Blood Nightmare, is a master of the Blood Demon Dao, extremely cunning and vicious. He wanted to refine a sword, and to save time and effort, he refined hundreds of blade blanks and scattered them among the people, deliberately leaving behind legends to attract people to fight for it. The magic sword first uses induction to lure people to come, and when the monks get close, it suddenly cuts off the induction, forcing them to kill each other. The dead become nutrients for the sword. In the end, whoever seizes the magic sword will not have a good end.
Cursed by the demonic sword, then killed by someone else. This cycle repeats itself, the demonic sword constantly changing hands, triggering a series of bloody storms. Once the demonic sword has drunk enough human blood and absorbed enough resentful souls, the Blood Nightmare Demon will take the sword back. With a little ritual and refinement, it will be fully realized! All the blood-transforming demonic swords that appear in this world are real, there are no fakes. We, the authentic Xuanmen, will destroy them if we encounter them.

(End of this chapter)