Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

As the Soul-binding Talisman was activated, the power of soul-binding took effect. The eyes of the eight combined magic cultivators gradually became empty, and their bodies began to tremble involuntarily, as if their souls had been pulled out.

"Boy, how dare you!" A majestic voice echoed in the air. Luo Yan, the Taoist Lord of the Ghost Clan who was fighting fiercely with Feng Wuhen, suddenly realized the situation of his subordinates. A flash of shock and anger flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his body and pulled himself out of the battlefield with Feng Wuhen like a ghost. The Netherworld energy surrounding his body suddenly surged and came over to support.

After saying that, Luo Yan formed seals with his hands, and a ball of emerald green Netherworld Fire emerged, shooting towards the soul-binding talisman that was in effect, intending to break the talisman's restraining power and rescue his subordinates.

"Want to save them? It's too late! Your opponent is me!" Feng Wuhen saw this and sneered. He swung the Qinghong Dao sword in his hand suddenly. A bright sword light cut through the sky, and collided violently with Luo Yan's Nether Fire in mid-air. The sword light and the flame intertwined, and a deafening roar broke out.

Feng Wuhen simply raised his hand lightly, and the Daoist domain was fully activated. The Dao sword in his hand wielded countless sword energies, forming an indestructible barrier that not only blocked Luo Yan's Netherworld Fire, but also prevented him from rescuing his subordinates in time.

“Damn it!” Luo Yan growled and went completely berserk. The Phantom Realm exploded completely, and the entire sky seemed to be shrouded in a deep underworld. The breath of darkness and death permeated the air, and the entire star field was frozen.

Luo Yan's eyes turned red, like two burning Netherworld fires, revealing endless anger and unwillingness. The Netherworld Dao Realm was surging wildly, manifesting countless roaring ghost armies, and a terrifying and condensed Yin Ghost force erupted, gushing towards Feng Wuhen and drowning him.

At this time, You Yuan, the Demon Dragon Taoist Lord who was fighting against Chen Qingxuan, and Xue Qi, the Blood Demon Taoist Lord who was fighting against Feng Yi, both noticed the situation of their subordinates, and their faces turned extremely dark.

Twelve combined demon cultivators were unable to stop a mere Void Refinement cultivator. Three of them had already died, and the rest were about to be wiped out. It was a great shame!
However, it was extremely difficult for them to cross the seal of the passage and come to this world. The death of any subordinate would be an unbearable loss. Although You Yuan and Xue Qi were unwilling, they also understood that they had to make a choice at this moment.

The two of them used their secret techniques at the same time, preparing to get rid of the opponent in front of them and cast spells to help.

You Yuan's body suddenly grew in size and turned into a giant dragon, with dragon scales flashing and demonic energy lingering. The huge dragon tail swept across, forcing Chen Qingxuan to retreat. He opened his mouth and spit out a black flame dragon breath, suppressing him. At the same time, he waved his claws, and a black spear turned into a black lightning, rushing towards Li Mu, who was about to kill the combined demon cultivators, like thunder, covering thousands of miles in an instant.

"You wanted to split your attention to provide support, but you asked me!"

A sneer appeared on Chen Qingxuan's lips, and the Gengjin Dao sword in his hand flew out, turning into a dazzling golden light, and clashed fiercely with the black spear in mid-air. The two collided, and a sharp metallic clanging sound broke out, as if the heaven and earth were shaken.

"Gengjin sword intent, cut!" Chen Qingxuan shouted in a low voice, and the Gengjin sword, under the control of his mind, the sword body suddenly burst into a dazzling light and turned into a sharp sword light, which directly cut off the attack of the black spear. The remaining force did not decrease and continued to attack Youyuan.

You Yuan's pupils shrank slightly, and the dragon's tail swung violently, stirring up a gust of wind that temporarily deflected the direction of the sword light. But even so, he felt the sharpness and domineering nature of Gengjin's sword intent, and was secretly surprised.

Being blocked by Chen Qingxuan, You Yuan flew into a rage, with demonic energy surging around him. He roared, "Get out of here!"

As he roared, more complex magic patterns appeared on the dragon's body. These magic patterns seemed to come alive, releasing waves of heart-pounding fluctuations. At this moment, the strength actually rose again. It was obvious that he was burning his own original power in order to gain more powerful strength in a short period of time.

"Hmph! What can the burning origin do to me?" Chen Qingxuan sneered. Facing You Yuan's rage and madness, he not only did not show any fear, but his desire to fight became even stronger.

"The sword intent of Geng Sword can break all laws!" Chen Qingxuan murmured, and the Gengjin Sword suddenly turned into a dazzling golden light column, rushing straight into the sky, and then fell like a meteor, carrying the momentum of destroying the world, and went straight to Youyuan.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the golden column of light collided violently with Youyuan's giant dragon body condensed by demonic energy, bursting out with dazzling light and deafening roar.

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At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, the Blood Demon Taoist-Xueqi also tried to break free from Feng Yi's entanglement and support several subordinates.

The blood in Xueqi's body was boiling, and the blood mist surrounding him became thicker, almost condensing into substance. He roared angrily and slapped the air with both palms.

"The blood sea is endless, open it for me!"

With a loud shout, the Blood Yuan Dao Realm behind the Blood Demon Taoist Lord - Blood Cry suddenly cracked open, and a huge wave of blood surged out from the crack, turning into a sea of ​​blood, drowning Feng Yi in it. At the same time, countless Blood Yuan Dharma Bodies condensed out, and some of them rushed towards Feng Yi madly. Each Dharma Bodies contained part of Blood Cry's power, trying to use their numerical advantage to completely trap Feng Yi in this sea of ​​blood.

Some of them rushed towards Li Mu, trying to stop his next move.

Feng Yi's face turned cold. He would never allow Li Mu to erase the record he had worked so hard to create.

"Spirit of the Green Wind, spread your wings!" Feng Yi shouted in a low voice, and the ordinary Qinghong Dao sword in his hand suddenly burst into a dazzling light. On the sword body, a lifelike green kite totem seemed to come alive, flapping its wings and ready to fly.

As Feng Yi's mind moved, the Green Kite Totem suddenly broke away from the sword body, merged into his Dao domain, and transformed into a real green giant bird, circling around him. As its wings spread lightly, it brought up gusts of wind, slashing those approaching Blood Yuan Dharma Bodies one by one.

The next moment, Feng Yi's figure turned into a wisp of green wind and appeared outside the sea of ​​blood.

"Green Wind Sword Dance, Light of Dawn!" Feng Yi shouted in a low voice. As his words fell, the spirit of the Green Kite seemed to respond to his call. It flapped its wings and flew high, turning into a stream of green light. It merged with Feng Yi's sword energy and instantly chased after the other part of the Blood Yuan Dharma Body.

"The blood sea is boiling, and nothing can stop it!"

Xueqi would not let him succeed. With a loud roar, powerful waves of blood surged up from the sea of ​​blood, like an angry dragon emerging from the sea, sweeping towards Feng Yi with the power to destroy the world.

Feng Yi's eyes focused, and under the control of his mind, the Qingyuan sword spirit turned into a blue lightning, shuttling through the blood waves to avoid their sharp edges. At the same time, the Qinghong Dao sword in his hand was exerted to the extreme, setting off a blue tornado and slashing towards the blood waves.

For a moment, roars erupted from the sea of ​​blood, blood mist scattered, and a green storm raged in the sea of ​​blood. Wherever it passed, blood essence bodies collapsed one after another, and huge cracks were torn into the sea of ​​blood.

Seeing that his support secret technique was broken, Xueqi was furious. "Xueqi, show yourself!" Xueqi roared, and the blood energy in his body boiled to the extreme. The strong blood energy gathered into a blood-colored light column, rushing straight into the sky. As the light column dissipated, a giant wearing blood-colored armor and holding a blood-colored long sword appeared in the sea of ​​blood.

"Bastard! Today I will let you see the true power of my Blood Demon clan!" With the power of the Blood Demon God, Xueqi exuded a heart-pounding pressure.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xueqi quickly formed seals with his hands, and even more violent energy suddenly surged in the sea of ​​blood. Waves of blood gathered into a huge blood-colored palm, which slapped Feng Yi fiercely with destructive power.

"Bloody Demonic Palm, die!" Xueqi roared, and the bloody palm seemed to transcend the limitations of space and instantly appeared above Feng Yi's head. The huge pressure caused the surrounding space to distort.

Faced with this sudden bloody evil palm, Feng Yi did not show the slightest panic. Instead, a hint of determination and calmness flashed in his eyes. This battle had reached a critical moment and there could be no slackness.

"The green kite flies to the sky, and the wind and thunder are moving!" Feng Yi murmured, and saw the green kite spirit surrounding him flapping its wings again and flying high, turning into a green lightning, rushing straight into the sky, and then circling in the air, attracting the wind and thunder elements around it, forming a violent force of wind and thunder.

This power merged perfectly with the spirit of the Green Kite, transforming into a huge green wing of wind and thunder, which not only blocked the fierce attack of the Blood Demon Palm, but also injected a powerful counterattack force into it. With the help of the power of wind and thunder, the spirit of the Green Kite suddenly swooped down and collided violently with the bloody palm in mid-air.

"Boom!" With a deafening sound, two forces exploded in the air, forming a powerful shock wave that shook the entire star field.

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The battle between the three Dao Lords suddenly became fierce. Li Mu naturally knew what was happening. He made a sword gesture with both hands and several spiritual swords passed through the necks of several combined magic cultivators in an instant.

There was a series of "puff" sounds, and several high-level spirit swords cut off the heads of the combined demon cultivators in an instant. Several streams of blood gushed out like thin springs, and turned into a blood rain that splashed down. The scene was extremely tragic, but with an indescribable decisiveness and determination.

Li Mu smiled slightly upon seeing this, stretched out his hand and waved, the Tianxuan Spirit Ring flashed with light, and several soul-collecting bottles appeared out of thin air.

As the bodies of the combined demon cultivators fell, their spirits, under the guidance of the Soul-Locking Talisman, slowly floated towards the soul-collecting bottles like puppets pulled by invisible strings. Each soul-collecting bottle emitted a faint light, successfully accepting these prisoners who were about to fall into eternity.

When the last wisp of Night Emperor Di Tianxing's soul was put into the bottle, the air around him seemed to clear up, and the sense of oppression suddenly decreased.

Li Mu smiled, Xiaobai's food had been found. The souls of these combined magic cultivators were undoubtedly the best supplements for it to advance. At the same time, the soul of the Night Emperor - Emperor Tianxing also fell into the soul-collecting bottle. Next, he only needed to use some means to find out how the three Taoist monarchs of the Demon Abyss forces came to this world.

Li Mu cleaned up the mess, and in a flash he appeared near the battlefield between Feng Wuhen and the Ghost Clan Taoist Lord Luo Yan, ready to wait for an opportunity to support Feng Wuhen.

In the battlefield of the three Dao Lords, Chen Qingxuan and Feng Yi handled it relatively calmly. After all, they had been promoted to Mahayana Dao Lords for some time. However, Feng Wuhen broke through the realm during the battle and had no time to go into seclusion to consolidate his realm. Therefore, he was struggling to face the powerful Ghost Dao Lord Luo Yan directly in this sudden battle.

At this time, the confrontation between Feng Wuhen and Luo Yan had already reached a fever pitch.

Luo Yan's ghost realm was like a raging sea, transforming into a green sea of ​​hellfire, devouring all light and vitality, and invading Feng Wuhen in every possible way. He had already vented all the anger of his subordinates who were slaughtered by Li Mu on Feng Wuhen.

Feng Wuhen relied on his flexible body and exquisite swordsmanship to shuttle through the sea of ​​fire, looking for opportunities to counterattack. However, as time went on, Feng Wuhen's dodging began to seem a little powerless, and he was almost hit by the Netherworld Fire several times.

Li Mu's eyes narrowed when he saw this. Feng Wuhen's situation had reached a critical point where no time could be lost. Just as he was about to use his secret method to intervene in the battle, he saw an unprecedented momentum suddenly burst out from Feng Wuhen, which was the determination to break and then stand up.

"The wind is infinite, and the sword's heart is clear!" Feng Wuhen roared, and the spiritual power in his body boiled, as if thousands of sword intentions were resonating in his body. The Qinghong Dao sword in his hand turned into a stream of light, not only increasing its speed, but also adding a bit of agility and unpredictability. Every sword accurately cut through the shackles of the Netherworld Fire, and at the same time used the fire to feed back to itself, making the sword intention more and more fierce.

Seeing this, Luo Yan's face became even gloomier. He did not expect Feng Wuhen to be able to break out in such a desperate situation. However, as the Taoist Lord of the Ghost Clan, how could he be defeated easily? The Netherworld Fire condensed into a huge ghost hand, carrying a more terrifying power than before, and pounced towards Feng Wuhen.

At the critical moment, Li Mu finally made his move. His figure flashed and he appeared at the edge of the battlefield like a ghost. He formed seals with his hands and four seventh-level Taoist talismans appeared.

"The four star symbols, seal the sky and lock the earth!" Li Mu shouted in a deep voice. As his words fell, four seventh-level Taoist talismans instantly burst into dazzling light and transformed into four huge star beasts, namely the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Black Tortoise. They surrounded the battlefield, each releasing the terrifying power of the corresponding four symbols.

The Azure Dragon soared into the sky, spitting out wind and thunder, blowing the netherworld fire into all directions;
The white tiger roared, its sharp claws tearing through the void, and went straight for the huge ghost hand, tearing it into pieces;

The Vermilion Bird flapped its wings, and the flames were like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, not only burning the remaining netherworld fire, but also opening up a safe passage for Feng Wuhen in the sea of ​​fire;

Xuanwu was as steady as a mountain. The starlight on his back formed a solid barrier that protected a corner of the battlefield and prevented the aftermath of the battle between the two Taoist Lords from hurting him.

Luo Yan's face changed drastically. He didn't expect that a mere Void Refinement cultivator would possess so many Taoist talismans and be able to use them in such a magical way to unleash an attack power that is no less powerful than that of a Mahayana Taoist. At this moment, he finally understood why so many of his fusion subordinates had failed.

"Ten thousand ghosts gather together and escape!" Luo Yan was not willing to be outdone. He transformed his body into countless ghost shadows, trying to find a glimmer of hope in the four-elephant blockade and escape from the battlefield.

However, Li Mu was well prepared. He smiled slightly and flicked his fingers. An exquisite array plate appeared in his palm. Then he threw it gently. The array plate turned into a stream of light and instantly unfolded over the battlefield, forming a huge star trap array.

"Nine Stars Trapping Array, nothing can escape!" Li Mu shouted softly, and the Nine Stars Trapping Array was activated. The power of countless stars gathered into a net, capturing those ghosts who tried to escape one by one, and finally trapping Luo Yan's real body in the array.

Feng Wuhen was overjoyed and took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack. The Qinghong Dao Sword in his hand was like a dragon swimming out of the sea, and the sword light reached Luo Yan's vital points. (End of this chapter)