Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

The giant flaming hand of the Fire Scale Immortal Lord was blocked by the sword formation. The blazing flames and the cold sword light intertwined together, bursting out with dazzling light. The entire valley was instantly filled with violent spiritual power fluctuations. The ground shook violently, and cracks appeared with bottomless cracks.

"This... How is this possible!" A trace of shock flashed in the eyes of Huo Lin Immortal Lord. He did not expect that these puppets could actually cast such a powerful sword formation that was faintly suppressing him.

The thirteen dragon guard puppets had no expression on their faces, as if they were fighting machines without emotions. Their movements were in perfect unison. The thirteen dragon tooth swords shuttled rapidly through the sword formation, giving rise to sharp sword beams that scraped the Fire Scale Immortal Lord so hard that his body was covered in blood.

Huo Lin Xianjun's face turned extremely ugly, realizing that he had underestimated the strength of these puppets. If he continued like this, not only would he fail to seize the "Wan Bao Ding" refining diagram, he might even die here.

"Die!" The Fire Kirin Immortal Lord roared angrily, and the flames around him suddenly expanded, so hot that they almost ignited the surrounding air. His body began to twist and deform in this violent force, and with a deafening roar, a huge monster broke out of the shell in the flames - it was a Fire Kirin covered in fiery red scales, with flames under its feet and eyes like torches. It was the true form of the Fire Kirin Immortal Lord.

The Fire Kirin Immortal King transformed into a flaming Kirin, with flames surging all over his body. His scorching breath instantly swept across the entire valley. His eyes were like two burning suns, emitting a frightening pressure, as if he wanted to burn everything to ashes. His four hooves stepped into the void, and every step he took left a trail of fire in the air.

“Roar——!” Immortal Lord Huo Lin let out a roar that shook the earth. The sound waves swept over like a substance, shattering the surrounding rocks and cracking the ground into countless bottomless cracks.

Facing the might of the Fire Scale Immortal Lord, the thirteen dragon guard puppets remained expressionless. Their movements were in unison. The thirteen dragon tooth swords shuttled rapidly in the sword formation. The sword light was like a rainbow, forming an impenetrable sword net that surrounded the Fire Scale Immortal Lord.

"Guiyuan Sword Formation - Dragon Roars for Nine Days!" The thirteen dragon guard puppets shouted in unison, and the thirteen dragon tooth swords instantly burst out with dazzling light. The spiritual energy fluctuations in the sword formation suddenly increased, and the sword lights turned into silver dragons, swooping towards the Fire Scale Immortal Lord.

A trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of Fire Kirin Immortal Lord. He suddenly raised his front hoof and stomped hard on the ground. Suddenly, a huge crack appeared on the ground, and hot magma gushed out from the crack, transforming into a group of fiery unicorns, biting towards the silver dragon in the sword formation.

"Boom!" The Fiery Qilin and the Silver Dragon collided with each other, causing an earth-shaking roar. The flames and sword light intertwined to form a huge energy vortex that engulfed everything around it.

The Fire Scale Immortal Lord did not stop his attack. He suddenly leaped up and turned into a flaming meteor, dashing towards the center of the sword formation, his horns condensing blazing light.

"Guiyuan Sword Formation - Yuanlong returns to one!" The thirteen dragon guard puppets all made sword gestures at the same time, and the thirteen dragon tooth swords instantly merged into one, turning into a huge silver dragon sword. A lifelike silver dragon was entwined on the sword body. The dragon's roar shook the earth as it slashed towards the Fire Lin Immortal Lord.

"Roar!" The Fire Kirin Immortal Lord roared, and his horns suddenly slammed into the silver dragon sword. The flames and sword light collided again, bursting out with dazzling light. The huge body of the Fiery Kirin was knocked back several steps, and the silver dragon sword also trembled slightly under this blow, and the shadow of the silver dragon on the sword became a little dimmer.

The body of Fire Scale Immortal Lord paused, and the next moment, he flew away like a cannonball and plunged into the sword formation of thirteen dragon guard puppets.

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For a moment, the battle scene of flames and sword lights in the valley reached an unprecedented climax. The Fiery Kirin, the incarnation of the Fire Kirin, seemed to tear the world apart with every collision and every roar. The flames surrounding it were like a violent storm, bombarding the sword formation indiscriminately, causing the light of the sword formation to flicker and fluctuate.

The Guiyuan Sword Formation composed of thirteen dragon guard puppets showed amazing resilience and coordination under the fierce attack of Huolin Immortal Lord. They seemed to be a multi-faceted whole. Even in the face of such a powerful enemy, they did not panic at all. Sword beams slashed out and made precise strikes against Huolin Immortal Lord again and again. Although it was difficult to hurt the main body, it gradually wore away its strength and patience.

At this moment, Wan Ziliang and a group of guest elders had already retreated to a distance, staring at this earth-shaking battle in amazement, their hearts filled with shock and fear. They had never seen such a powerful battle, even the duel between Mahayana monks might not be able to have such terrifying power.

"What a terrifying battle. What a powerful puppet. It actually forced Immortal Lord Huo Lin to use his full strength." Elder Qin muttered to himself, with a tremor in his voice.

Wan Ziliang's face looked equally ugly, and he felt vaguely uneasy in his heart. The appearance of Fire Scale Immortal Lord had disrupted his plans, and Fellow Daoist Mu was able to control so many high-level puppets to compete with Fire Scale Immortal Lord, which made him feel even more incredible.

"Master, what should we do?" A guest elder asked in a low voice with a hint of panic in his voice.

Wan Ziliang took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Just wait and see what happens, don't act rashly. This battle is not something we can interfere with."

At this moment, a small figure appeared in front of Wan Ziliang. It was a little girl.

The little girl looked about seven or eight years old, wearing a light blue silk dress with several delicate lotus flowers embroidered on the hem, swaying gently with her steps. Her hair was black and smooth, tied into two small buns, with several crystal clear beads pinned on the buns, shining with a faint light. Her face was as delicate as a porcelain doll, her skin was as white as jade, and her big eyes were clear and bright, as if they could see through people's hearts. However, there was a hint of calmness and depth in her eyes that was inconsistent with her age, as if she had experienced countless years of precipitation.

The appearance of the little girl stunned Wan Ziliang and a group of guest elders. Her aura was extremely special. She had neither the spiritual fluctuations of a cultivator nor the worldly air of a mortal. She seemed to have merged into one with the world, yet she carried a hint of indescribable majesty.

"Who are you?" Wan Ziliang asked vigilantly, feeling vaguely uneasy. The appearance of the little girl was too strange, especially at such a tense moment.

The little girl smiled at Wan Ziliang and said in a clear voice like a silver bell: "I am Mingyue. I am here to retrieve the high-level spiritual object in the transaction under the order of my master."

"Seventh-order puppet spirit?" Wan Ziliang stared at Mingyue, his pupils suddenly shrank, he had recognized her identity, and a storm of emotions rose in his heart. He never expected that the little girl in front of him was actually the spirit of a seventh-order puppet! Seventh-order puppets are already extremely rare, and seventh-order puppets that can give birth to independent intelligence are even rarer. Their value is even no less than a top-grade Taoist weapon.

"You...you are Brother Mu's puppet?" Wan Ziliang suppressed the shock in his heart and asked tentatively.

Mingyue nodded, her tone calm but with a hint of unquestionable: "That's right. The master is controlling the puppets to fight with the Fire Scale Immortal Lord and has no time to split himself, so he ordered me to come and get those high-level spiritual materials. Do you have any objection?"

Hearing this, Wan Ziliang was suddenly shocked. He didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Mu had a seventh-level puppet spirit! This meant that Fellow Daoist Mu's strength was far beyond his imagination, and might even be more terrifying than the Fire Scale Immortal Lord.

"The spiritual materials... have been prepared, but you should give me the refining diagram of the 'Wanbao Ding'!" Wan Ziliang took a deep breath and looked at Mingyue vigilantly.

The master will never break his promise." Mingyue smiled slightly, looked up at the ongoing battle, and reminded: "However, that person is here for the "Wanbao Ding" refining diagram. I'll give it to you. Do you dare to take it?" Hearing this, Wan Ziliang's face changed slightly, and his eyes wandered between Mingyue and the fierce battle. The value of the "Wanbao Ding" refining diagram is extraordinary. Now that its news has leaked, once he takes it, it means that it may attract countless covetousness and disasters.

However, Wan Ziliang would be unwilling to give up just like that.

"What do you think? The refining diagram is right here. Pavilion Master Wan, please bring those high-level spiritual materials! I'm in a hurry to go back and report to my master!" Mingyue Mingyue took back the leather scroll from the substitute puppet, looked at Wan Ziliang and gestured.

Wan Ziliang's eyes flickered, and after struggling for a moment, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Miss Mingyue, your master's puppet-controlling skills are so superb, I wonder if he can... can he get rid of the Fire Scale Immortal Lord and relieve us of this great worry?"

Hearing this, Mingyue frowned slightly, feeling somewhat surprised by Wan Ziliang's proposal, yet it seemed reasonable.

"I can't tell you this clearly. The master has his own principles in doing things. He won't easily make such a strong enemy unless it is necessary. However, the master has never had a good impression of the cultivators from the fairy world and the demon cultivators from the Demon Abyss. That guy should be dealt with by the master. As for the others, it depends on you." Mingyue thought for a moment and responded to Wan Ziliang.

Hearing this, although Wan Ziliang felt unwilling, he also understood that he was in a passive position and could only hope that Fellow Daoist Mu would help him.

"I understand. The high-level spiritual material is here. Please check it, young lady." Wan Ziliang took out a storage ring from his arms and handed it to Mingyue without hesitation.

Fellow Daoist Mu's strength is unfathomable. Just by controlling some seventh-level puppets, he can set up such a terrifying sword formation, making it difficult for Immortal Lord Huo Lin to escape. If he wants to do anything unfavorable to me, I'm afraid I won't even have a chance to resist.

"That's right!" Mingyue took the storage ring, scanned it with her spiritual sense, and after confirming that the spiritual materials inside were correct, she smiled and handed the leather scroll to the other party: "Wanbao Ding's Refining Diagram, keep it well!"

Wan Ziliang nodded, gladly accepted it, checked it, and after confirming that it was correct, he kept it close to his body.

Wan Ziliang was still feeling uneasy. Looking at Mingyue who was about to leave, he couldn't help but ask, "Ms. Mingyue, who is Fellow Daoist Mu?"

Mingyue glanced at him, a deep light flashed in her eyes, and she said softly: "The master's identity is not something you should ask. However, I can tell you that the master's strength is far beyond your imagination. Pavilion Master Wan had better treat today's incident as nothing happened, otherwise..."

Mingyue did not continue speaking, but the threat in her words made Wan Ziliang feel cold in his heart. He nodded quickly and said, "Don't worry, Miss Mingyue, I know what to do."

Mingyue smiled slightly, turned around and prepared to leave.

At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from the distance, followed by a column of blazing flames shooting up into the sky, illuminating the entire valley.

"Roar! You ants, how dare you hurt me!" The voice of Fire Scale Immortal Lord echoed in the valley like thunder, full of anger and madness.

Mingyue frowned slightly, turned her head and looked at the battlefield in the distance, with a hint of coldness in her eyes: "A trapped beast is still fighting, it is not far from death!"

Wan Ziliang and a group of guest elders were also shocked by this sudden change. They all looked towards the battlefield in the distance and saw that the figure of Huo Lin Immortal Lord was madly rushing in the sword formation. The flames and sword light were intertwined, bursting out with dazzling light, and the whole valley seemed to be torn apart by this force.

"Miss Mingyue, do you need our help?" Wan Ziliang asked tentatively. Although he did not dare to intervene in this battle, if he could take this opportunity to get closer to Li Mu, it might be of great benefit to the future of Wanbao Pavilion.

Mingyue shook her head and said calmly, "No need. A mere fire unicorn can't do anything to the master's sword formation."

As Mingyue finished speaking, thirteen dragon guard puppets suddenly shouted in unison from the distant battlefield: "Return to Origin Sword Formation - Dragon Origin Devouring Heaven!"

With this cold shout, the already impenetrable sword net suddenly became more solid. The thirteen silver dragons seemed to have absorbed infinite power from the void. Their bodies suddenly grew several times larger and turned into hideous and terrifying sword dragons. Thunder entangled their bodies and with the power to destroy the world, they pounced towards the Fire Scale Immortal Lord who was trapped in the center of the sword formation.

A trace of despair flashed in the eyes of Fire Scale Immortal Lord. It tried its best to break free from this horrific sword formation, but every collision was like hitting an immovable mountain. The recoil force left it covered in scars, and the light of the flame began to dim.

"No! I won't accept this! I am the Huo Lin Immortal Lord, the overlord of the immortal world. How can I die in such a desolate place, at the hands of just a few puppets!" The Huo Lin Immortal Lord let out his final roar, and the flames around his body surged again, trying to make a final struggle.

However, all this was in vain. The thirteen giant dragons, with the force of thunder, instantly submerged the Fire Scale Immortal Lord in endless flames and sword light. Accompanied by a deafening roar, the entire valley seemed to be shaken by this force, boulders rolled, and smoke and dust rose up.

When everything returned to calm, the sword formation slowly dissipated, and the thirteen silver dragons transformed into thirteen dragon-tooth swords again, quietly floating in the air. The figure of the Fire Scale Immortal Lord had disappeared, leaving only a piece of charred land and a faint burnt smell in the air.

Mingyue looked at this scene with a hint of satisfaction in her eyes. She turned around and looked at Wan Ziliang and said proudly, "Master Wan, you can rest assured now. Huo Lin Xianjun has been completely dealt with by the master."

Wan Ziliang looked at the scorched earth in the distance, feeling mixed emotions. He was shocked by the powerful strength of Brother Mu, and was relieved by the death of Immortal Lord Huo Lin. This big trouble was completely gone.

"Thank you Miss Mingyue and Brother Mu for your help. I am grateful." Wan Ziliang clasped his fists and expressed his gratitude, his tone full of sincerity.

Mingyue smiled slightly and said, "Master Wan, you are too polite. We just each took what we needed. Now that the transaction is completed, I should take my leave."

As he spoke, Mingyue's figure flashed slightly and disappeared from the spot. (End of this chapter)