Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

Just as Li Mu and Feng Wuhen were recovering their magic power and discussing countermeasures as to whether to assist Chen Daojun or Feng Daojun first, there were suddenly new changes on the battlefield in the distance.

The bloody death suddenly alarmed You Yuan and Luo Yan.

The two of them reached some kind of tacit understanding and used their secret techniques to escape.

I saw You Yuan's figure shaking, and black dragon scales appeared all over his body. Along with bursts of low dragon roars, his body seemed to merge with the undercurrent in the void, turning into a twisted black shadow. The speed was astonishingly fast, and he crossed tens of thousands of miles in almost the blink of an eye.

The secret escape technique that You Yuan performed was a unique talent of the Demon Dragon Clan. Combined with his own Mahayana cultivation, he created a supreme escape technique - Dark Abyss Dragon Shadow Escape. Even a strong man who was also a Mahayana Taoist Lord would find it difficult to track his whereabouts.

As for Luo Yan, as the Taoist Lord of the Ghost Clan, he used his signature skill - "Ghost Clone Technique". The entire battlefield was suddenly shrouded in a layer of strange ghost energy. His body instantly split into tens of thousands of ghost shadows. Each ghost shadow had a similar aura, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. These ghost clones were not only extremely fast, but also each had a certain combat power. They either attacked, confuse, or cover, buying precious time for Luo Yan's escape.

“Want to escape!”

Seeing this, a cold light flashed in Chen Qingxuan's eyes. He snorted coldly, and his figure instantly rose taller, like a sword immortal. The Gengjin Dao sword in his hand flew out, and his whole body became one with the Gengjin Dao sword. The sword light poured down like a galaxy, carrying the indestructible sharpness and majestic sword energy, and chased in the direction where You Yuan escaped.

Relying on his profound understanding of swordsmanship, Chen Qingxuan forged a path of pursuit in the spatial fluctuations left by Youyuan's "Dark Abyss Dragon Shadow Escape".

On the other side, looking at Luo Yan's overwhelming ghost clones, Feng Yiqing was not willing to be outdone.

Feng Yi and the Qing Yuan Dao Sword turned into a green torrent, cutting through the ghost clones one after another, and then chased after Luo Yan's real body, chasing him thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye.

Two Mahayana sword cultivators, one used the power of Gengjin to cut through the void; the other used the spirit of Qingyuan to control the wind and thunder, each of them displayed their unique skills, chasing relentlessly, vowing to kill the two masters of the Demon Abyss.

Seeing this, Feng Wuhen in the distance signaled to Li Mu, controlled the Qinghong Dao Sword, and took the lead to chase after him.

Li Mu quickly collected the Taoist weapon - Wanjian Mountain, the formation weapon - Nine Star Formation Card, and the Purple Sky Formation Map, and used the time and space escape technique with Xiaobai who had just recovered, and followed closely behind.

This battle that concerns the safety of the spiritual world has reached the most critical moment.

Li Mu's figure flashed, leaving a trail of afterimages in the void, and then disappeared. The next moment, the distance between him and Feng Wuhen quickly narrowed. The two of them were one in front and one behind, with sword light and escape light complementing each other.

Just as the two were chasing closely, there was a sudden sound of intense spiritual power collision coming from the front. Apparently, Feng Yi had encountered the true form of Luo Yan, the Taoist Lord of the Ghost Clan.

Not long after, when the two of them chased to the battlefield one after another, Luo Yan had already consumed a large amount of his original power, and his ghost clone technique seemed to be powerless. His real body was even weaker, and it was obvious that he was at the end of his strength.

Feng Yi wielded the Qingyuan Dao sword, which contained the power of wind and thunder, accompanied by the sound of heaven and earth, and the sword never left Luo Yan's vital points.

Luo Yan dodged repeatedly and did not fight with him. At the same time, he burned his soul and used forbidden techniques just to escape.

"Ten thousand souls are burning, the ghost king devours souls and appears!"

Luo Yan roared in pain, his cultivation aura dropped sharply, the ghost blood in his body was forcibly awakened, and an ancient and powerful force spewed out of him.

The next moment, the entire star field was shrouded in a thick ghost fog. Countless dark ghost shadows poured out from Luo Yan's body and quickly condensed into ghost kings, numbering hundreds of thousands. Their eyes were red and they let out shrill howls. They began to devour each other. After each ghost king devoured its own kind, its body would expand a little and its momentum would increase dramatically.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands of ghost kings were reduced to thousands, and the surviving ghost king army, with solid souls, was as huge as a hill, emitting a terrifying pressure that made people's heart palpitate. They no longer devoured in disorder, but seemed to follow some ancient law, attacking Feng Yi in an organized manner, creating more opportunities for Luo Yan to escape.

Facing the sudden army of the Ghost King, there was no fear in Feng Yi's eyes. Instead, he ignited an even more intense fighting spirit. At the same time, part of his attention fell on Luo Yan.

Luo Yan paid a huge price just for this moment. His body was twisted almost into nothingness, leaving only a vague ghost shadow. With the cover of the Ghost King's army, he tried to escape again.

How could Feng Yi let him succeed so easily? The Qing Yuan Dao sword trembled slightly, and the whole person turned into a wisp of neck wind and arrived in an instant.

"Wind Spirit Sword Domain, Wind and Thunder Slash!"

With a low shout from Feng Yi, the sword energy soared into the sky like a dragon, carrying with it a destructive force. A sword energy containing the power of wind and thunder cut through the sky, forcibly opening up a passage in the Ghost King's army and accurately locking onto Luo Yan's figure.

However, Luo Yan had already sensed something and twisted his body again, retreating into the ghost fog and blending into the surrounding darkness, making it difficult for Feng Yi's sword energy to capture his exact position for a while.

"go to hell!"

Before he finished speaking, Luo Yan's figure suddenly appeared on Feng Yi's left side, with a pitch-black ghost flag in his hand, which was wrapped with strands of ghost power. It was obviously an extremely evil magic weapon.

Luo Yan waved the ghost flag violently, and suddenly, endless ghosts poured out from the flag and joined the ghost king's army, forming an impenetrable black giant net that completely swallowed Feng Yi.

"Wind Spirit Sword Domain, Nine Heavens Thunder!" Feng Yi shouted softly, and the sword exerted its power, transforming into a giant green phoenix, soaring in the giant black net.

The green phoenix transformed from the Qing Yuan Dao Sword has wings that are a thousand feet long, and its body is flashing with the light of wind and thunder. It carries a sharp sword energy and quickly shuttles between ghosts and the army of ghost kings. Every time it flaps its wings, it is accompanied by deafening thunder and whistling wind, which wipes out the ghosts that pass by.

Feng Yi's mind was completely integrated with the Qingyuan Dao Sword. His murderous intent reached an unprecedented height at this moment. Hundreds, thousands, batches of ghosts, and ghost kings became the dead souls under his sword.

However, Luo Yan had already taken advantage of this brief chaos and took the opportunity to perform the most secretive escape technique - "Netherworld Escape". Under the cover of the giant black net, his body seemed to have turned into nothingness, leaving only a faint ghostly fluctuation, and quickly fled to the depths of the star field.

At the critical moment, a sharp sword light cut through the sky from the other end of the star field, shocking everyone like a comet impact.

"You want to run! Get out here!"

Feng Wuhen's voice was as cold as ice, and he arrived in an instant with the Qinghong Dao Sword, drawing a perfect arc in the air, spanning a distance of thousands of miles, and directly cutting off Luo Yan's retreat. Feng Wuhen's sudden appearance made Luo Yan's heart sink suddenly, and he was forced to flee to where he was.

I thought that with the cover of the Ghost Banner and the Ghost King's army, plus the escape technique of "Netherworld Shadow", I could find a glimmer of hope, but I never expected that Feng Wuhen could track me here so quickly.

Facing Feng Wuhen's fierce sword intent, Luo Yan knew that he could no longer escape safely. What's more, at this moment, he had consumed a lot of energy in the previous battle, his essence was almost exhausted, and his cultivation was greatly damaged.

However, the pride of the Mahayana Domain Lord and his instinct for survival made Luo Yan unwilling to give up. With his ghostly spirit surging, he decided to make a final struggle.

Luo Yan looked resolutely at the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner that had accompanied him in battle for nearly ten thousand years. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and tried his best to stimulate the magic power of the Mahayana ghost clan, injecting it with a force even more violent than before.

"Thousands of ghosts burn their souls and bury the immortals!"

Luo Yan's voice echoed in the empty sky and earth, carrying a sense of determination and tragedy. As his words fell, the trillions of ghosts that were originally sleeping on the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner were awakened in an instant. They either wailed or roared, as if they felt the impending fate.

Ghostly aura swirled on the surface of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner, gradually condensing into a dark vortex. In the center of the vortex, there was a flickering light. It was the anger and resentment of countless dead souls. Luo Yan's eyes were bloodshot. This attack would be his last trump card and his only hope of escape.

"Feng Wuhen, today I will use this Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner as the price to make you die a miserable death and destroy your soul!" Luo Yan roared loudly, and at this moment all his magic power was poured into the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner without reservation.

The Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner could not withstand this tremendous force and began to wail, but then the wails were replaced by even more violent roars.

"boom!"

With a loud bang that shook the earth, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner suddenly exploded under Luo Yan's control.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, dark clouds gathered, and strong winds blew up. Countless resentful ghosts broke free from the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner. They were no longer in the bound form as before, but turned into real entities, and pounced towards Feng Wuhen with tremendous resentment and power.

Seeing this, Feng Wuhen's face changed drastically. He didn't expect Luo Yan to be so determined that he would be willing to detonate his own natal Taoist weapon.

Feng Wuhen retreated violently, and the Qinghong Dao Sword in his hand turned into thousands of sword shadows, like a pouring galaxy, constantly resisting the overwhelming torrent of ghost shadows.

The power generated by the self-detonation of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner was beyond imagination. Each ghost shadow contained extremely strong demonic nature. Even for a strong man like him, Feng Wuhen had to go all out, for fear that they would penetrate into his soul and thus be infected by the inner demon.

Seeing that Feng Wuhen was successfully entangled, Luo Yan breathed a sigh of relief. While feeling sad for his natal Taoist weapon, he took the opportunity to seize this fleeting opportunity. His figure instantly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a tiny crack in space to prove his existence.

As the space crack closed rapidly, it seemed as if no one had ever escaped. Even with Feng Wuhen's keen perception, it was difficult to capture Luo Yan's exact location for a moment.

Just when Feng Wuhen and Feng Yi thought that Luo Yan had escaped and were furious and taking it out on the ghost, his figure fled back in panic like a stray dog.

Feng Wuhen was overjoyed, but Feng Yi was stunned.

Luo Yan was chased by a small figure, with no way to go up or down. The small figure was Li Mu's insect.

"What is that? Elder Li's insect-controlling insect? Why is he so afraid of a bug?" Feng Yi noticed Feng Wuhen's expression. He obviously knew the situation and immediately asked with concern.

At this time, Li Mu's figure had already appeared and was rushing towards them. Feng Yi suddenly realized that Luo Yan was being chased by his insect control and had nowhere to hide. However, why would a great Mahayana Taoist be afraid of a seventh-level spirit insect? It was as if he had met a natural enemy. The reason behind this puzzled him.

"This insect of Elder Li's is no ordinary creature. It is a soul-eating butterfly insect that feeds on souls. It was refined into a spirit by Elder Li, and now it has survived the true spirit thunder tribulation. It is no trivial matter! I don't know the specific reasons, so you should ask Elder Li yourself!" Feng Wuhen explained with a smile, and then looked in a certain direction.

The next moment, Li Mu's figure flashed, revealing his figure, and then he quickly flew to Feng Wuhen and Feng Yi.

"Master Feng Dao, this strange insect is something I obtained in my early years. It has the ability to devour souls, but its combat power is relatively weak. It has been pampered for hundreds of years. The reason it can be so effective today is that the other party is from the Demonic Abyss Ghost Clan. Although he is a Mahayana Dao Master, he happened to be restrained by Xiaobai." Li Mu smiled slightly and explained modestly to Feng Yi.

"Really? I think this insect's ability is definitely not limited to this!" Feng Yi smiled without saying anything. His mental awareness was fully focused on the scene. The scene of Xiaobai chasing Luo Yan was extremely brutal.

The poisonous insect is only the size of a palm, but it possesses terrifying control over the soul and body. Its body is extremely hard and its speed is not inferior to that of high-level demon birds. Even if it is not a ghost or a soul, it would be extremely difficult to escape from such a peerless and ferocious insect.

I saw Xiaobai flying flexibly in the air, flapping its wings as thin as a cicada's wing, turning into a stream of light, accompanied by a soul-trembling wave. It was its unique soul-devouring field that was spreading, making people feel fascinated.

Even though Feng Yi has an astonishing level of cultivation and the soul of a Mahayana cultivator is eternally solid, he is still frightened by its soul-devouring power, which shows how ferocious it is.

Although Luo Yan is a Mahayana Taoist with profound cultivation, he seems so powerless in front of Xiaobai's almost unsolvable soul-devouring ability. He continuously uses escape techniques to try to get rid of this deadly pursuit, but Xiaobai's speed is always one step ahead of him before he changes position, as if he can see ahead and predict his movements.

Luo Yan was chased and had nowhere to escape. At the same time, a large amount of soul power surged out of his body and poured into Xiaobai's mouth continuously.

At this moment, Xiaobai seemed to be enjoying a chasing game. His whole body was emitting abundant fluorescent light, and his pair of black eyes were flashing with greed and excitement. He chased calmly, declaring his absolute control over this hunt.

"Elder Li, you are too modest. Xiaobai was able to force the Mahayana Taoist into a desperate situation so easily. How can its strength be downplayed with the word 'spoiled'? Not to mention, it can actually restrain such a strange and powerful existence as the Demon Abyss Ghost Clan. Such a strange insect is really rare!" Feng Wuhen teased with a smile and expressed his sincere admiration for Li Mu's ability to hide his shortcomings.

Not to mention Xiaobai, the many high-level thunder talismans he used this time were enough to make any Mahayana cultivator look sideways. Li Mu's cultivation and methods left a deep impression on him.

The three of them were chatting and laughing as they watched Xiaobai chase Luo Yan, gradually forcing him into a desperate situation, and finally being swallowed by him. It was a pity that such a dignified Mahayana Taoist ended up like this in the end.

With Luo Yan's death, the tense atmosphere in the air gradually dissipated, replaced by a faint sense of relief.

Xiaobai burped several times, his belly was bloated, as if he was bursting, and he flew into Li Mu's arms, drooped his head, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep. (End of this chapter)