Bone Taoist

Chapter 669: Bloody Border
"All things carry the Yin and embrace the Yang, and the two Qi interact and give rise to all things."

On the Fengque Terrace, ancient Taoist music was chanting, and spiritual consciousness crisscrossed like ripples constantly spreading out, with Ye Zang's soul as the center, it seemed to divide the two poles of yin and yang.

Ye Zang sat cross-legged on the twelve-petal lotus seat, with the Dao patterns glowing brightly, like dancing silver threads.

I saw that the sky above his head was distorted by the power of his soul, gradually forming the shape of Yin and Yang Tai Chi.

"The sun and the moon appear, and the yin and yang are connected..."

Ye Zang entered a very wonderful state. The seals in his hands kept changing, and his soul was guarding under the Yin-Yang Tai Chi.

Outside the high sky, there seemed to be two stars shining out, one was the rising bright sun, and the other was the setting cold moon. The two big stars shone brightly on each other above Tianzhe, pouring out endless divine light.

Time flies by bit by bit.

Ye Zang has been in seclusion on Fengquetai for half a year, and these six months seem to have slipped away from Ye Zang's fingertips in an instant.

He could clearly feel that his spiritual power had grown a lot stronger, and his three souls and seven spirits had become very solid.

In the blink of an eye, the 'Lunar-Sun Seal' in the sky gradually dissipated.

Ye Zang's soul opened his eyes.

This is the secret treasure of Hedao, a place that only the primordial spirit can reach. Ye Zang's body is still on the cushion outside the ninth generation burial coffin. During this period, the chief of the tomb came here to see him once, but seeing that his spirit was empty, he did not dare to disturb him.

"The three souls and seven spirits are already very solid, with almost no room for improvement."

Ye Zang frowned slightly, sensing his own soul.

The power of his primordial spirit has already reached the limit of the Nascent Soul realm. Because Ye Zang's original consciousness was very strong, after cultivating his three souls and six spirits, he has almost reached the limit before the He Dao realm.

The next step is to find the Land of Illusion.

During the past six months, Ye Zang had traveled freely throughout the universe more than once, but he always fell short. The illusory world seemed so close yet so far away.

"The power of this temple seems to be restricted. Is it the work of the elders of the Corpse Demon Sect here?..."

Ye Zang's spirit stood up and looked around.

The Fengque Terrace is in full view, like a Taoist temple made of gold.

There are many space cracks here, connecting to the chaos. Ye Zang had even seen the bloody warships wandering in the chaotic space through the cracks here.

That was a war boat piloted by an ancient Qi-refining master. It had once conquered the forbidden zone of life and sunk into chaos.

With a thought, Ye Zang's soul flew out of the mountain, and he then looked into the distance.

This secret treasure house of Hedao is very large, and there are still many places that have not been explored.

"After all, it is a sacred object inherited from another sect. I am practicing in seclusion here, so I am bound to be plotted against by those with ulterior motives."

Ye Zang hesitated in his heart.

The head of the tomb may not care, but I don’t know what the elders and disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect will think. Ye Zang still needs to be more careful, because these people in the Corpse Demon Sect are not good people.

While thinking, Ye Zang's soul was traveling in the secret world.

Half an hour later, Ye Zang saw a lush valley hundreds of miles away. There were several very powerful spiritual auras there. When Ye Zang sensed them, the elders also sensed Ye Zang at the first time.

A middle-aged man's sonorous voice came from the valley.

"Since you are here, Mr. Ye, let's go into the valley and have a chat."

"Junior is rude."

Ye Zang bowed calmly towards the valley, and then his soul flew away.

In the valley, the spirits of five Taoists were sitting in front of a jade disk a hundred feet high, with their eyes closed to rest.

Lin Changqing, who guided Ye Zang to Fengquetai half a year ago, was also here. However, when the latter saw Ye Zang, he acted as if he didn't know him and didn't even speak to him.

"I am Ye Zang, a junior, and nice to meet you seniors." Ye Zang narrowed his eyes and bowed.

"Sir Ye, I've heard of your great name for a long time..." The beautiful woman opened her narrow eyes and looked Ye Zang up and down with a playful look.

"As expected of a rising star in the Immortal Burial Sea, he has such an accomplishment at such a young age. It's true that young people are to be feared."

"I don't deserve it. Thank you for your praise, seniors." Ye Zang said calmly.

The five elders opened their eyes and looked at Ye Zang.

The power of the middle-aged man's soul in the middle is very powerful, and he has reached the pinnacle of Hedao. This man is the Hedao elder of the Corpse Demon Sect, named "Wusanren". He is famous and a hero of his generation.

There are a total of more than thirty Hedao elders in the Corpse Demon Sect. He is considered the elder with the greatest hope of achieving the status of a Daoist master in the future.

Wu Sanren's eyes were calm and he held out his hand and said, "My friend, please don't be restrained. Please take a seat."

Ye Zang nodded in response, then sat cross-legged on an empty cushion in front of the hundred-foot jade disk.

"I was the one who sealed the restriction on Fengquetai." Wu Sanren looked at Ye Zang and said bluntly.

When Ye Zang heard this, he was stunned.

No wonder not long ago, he had vaguely sensed that a strange spiritual power was approaching Fengquetai. However, with Ye Zang's spiritual sense, he did not notice it. This Wu Sanren's Taoism was really not simple. At least he had cultivated the Dharma Eye and had the means to hide and dormant his soul.

"A few months ago, Taoist Beixuan attacked at the border pass, and his Haoran Zhengqi sword pierced through the earth. To be on the safe side, I retracted the restrictions of Fengquetai to prevent the collapse of the chaos rift there and cause turmoil in the Hedao secret treasure." Wu Sanren said calmly.

Ye Zang listened to this and nodded thoughtfully, then said: "I see..."

I heard that the Haoran Zhengqi Sword was controlled by the spiritual consciousness of tens of thousands of young Beixuan cultivators, and it had accumulated extremely strong spiritual power.

The Hedao Secret Treasure is the place where the primordial spirit roams, and the secret treasure itself is constructed by divine consciousness. It is very simple to destroy the secret treasure. All you need to do is to combine the strength of everyone and use the primordial spirit to break it open.

In order to prevent unnecessary accidents, the Wusan people blocked the Fengquetai in advance.

"My friend, the restrictions on Fengquetai will be reopened in three months. Then you can travel freely between heaven and earth and search for the illusory world of Taixu." Wu Sanren said with a smile.

"That's great." Ye Zang bowed.

As they spoke, the five elders shifted their gaze to the hundred-foot jade disk and began chatting among themselves.

Wu Sanren's powerful spiritual power radiated out, and the jade disk showed a scene of fighting on the border. Among the ten continents, the border crack between Beixuanzhou and Tianmingzhou was the shortest, less than 10,000 feet wide. Some places had not yet completely split apart, and they became the places where the Taoists from Beixuanzhou attacked.

The border area guarded by the Corpse Demon Sect is an ancient battlefield that stretches over a distance of 100,000 miles!

This dilapidated ancient battlefield is filled with murderous intent, which is mostly the blood and energy left over from the ancient times. It is desolate and shabby, without any spiritual power left. Instead, day after day, evil energy from the earth veins continues to surge out.

Likewise, this place is filled with spider-web-like cracks, dark broken mountains, and dried-up swamps reborn with miasma.

If an ordinary Taoist comes here, let alone walk a distance of 100,000 miles, after taking a few steps, his body will be infected by all kinds of auras. Only cultivators above the Purple Mansion can resist and go deep into the ancient battlefield.

Faintly, Ye Zang saw some figures appearing in the ancient battlefield.

They were the Taoists from Beixuanzhou. They all had righteous looks on their faces, wore azure blue robes, and held all kinds of weapons.

The disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect came with coffins on their backs and a surge of evil spirit. Without saying a word, they started fighting with them.

Such scenes are everywhere in this ancient battlefield. The war has been going on for nearly half a year. Every five minutes, those Taoists from Beixuan will launch an attack.

"Are these Beixuan monks crazy? They invade the border area without considering the consequences." The beautiful woman said speechlessly.

"They regard Tianming Continent as the source of the unrest. Under such incitement, the entire Beixuan Taoist sect has become united. What they lack the least is the lower-level cultivators who are willing to fight fearlessly and die." Wu Sanren said.

The "beliefs" of those Beixuan Taoists are extremely extreme, even crazier and more determined than those Buddhists in Xizhou.

From the end of ancient times to the present, millions of years have passed, and Beixuanzhou has only one lineage of "Haoran Zhengqi", and their path is to prove the purity of the world.

"Brother, please take a look at the situation at Kang'er's place." Lin Changqing frowned slightly and tilted his head.

The Kang'er that Lin Changqing mentioned is naturally the head of the tomb. The latter is an orphan who was brought into the Corpse Demon Sect since childhood and adopted by Lin Changqing. The latter is considered the adoptive father of the head of the tomb.

A ray of divine light radiated from Wu Sanren's soul, and ripples immediately appeared on the hundred-foot-long jade disk like water ripples.

The scene changed and came to a towering pass!
This is the safest and least restricted avenue in the ancient battlefield. The Corpse Demon Sect has set up heavy defenses here, with a hundred-foot-high pass guarding it, and also the Tianxuan formation.

The tomb master carries the coffin on his back, standing proudly on the pass, overlooking the battlefield with a disdainful look.

He has already perfected the third level of Nascent Soul, and his Dharma body even has the aura of achieving perfection. In the coffin behind him is the face of a pale woman. The tomb master has refined the body of the Corpse Evil Saint Yuan Yin!

His face was extremely pale, with gray-brown clouds above his head, and a terrifying Dharma body vaguely appeared above the sky.

“Good!” Lin Changqing stroked his white beard and squinted his eyes as he said, “The killings in the past six years have made his Dharma body grow a lot. With more time to polish it, it will be enough to achieve the ultimate corpse body.”

Just saying.

Behind the Tianzhe Pass, a mighty sword of energy pierced the sky.

A graceful woman came over riding on a sword. She had a slender figure, but the aura she exuded was extremely sharp. The murderous aura in the air could not stop the righteousness that burst out of her body from within.

The sound of the whistle pierced the sky, and the ancient battlefield within a radius of thousands of feet suddenly became sunny and bright, and a vast light poured down from the sky.

She is filled with righteousness, her eyes firm and calm.

Ye Zang immediately recognized the woman with the sword. It was Lu Zhiwei. Many years ago, Ye Zang had traveled with her for some time in the Hanyuan Valley.

At that time, she was plotted by Ye Zang and trapped in the small world derived from talismans. Ye Zang held her hostage and used the elders in his sect to deal with the grand elder of Wuji Palace. She narrowly escaped the pursuit of the grand elder of Wuji Palace.

The talent and skills of this woman back then were extremely powerful. If Ye Zang had not plotted against her and trapped her in the world of talismans, Ye Zang would not have been sure that he could defeat her.

Her talent in swordsmanship is no less than Shu Aohan's.

Without saying a word, Lu Zhiwei struck out from mid-air with a sword. The sword energy formed by the righteous spirit was so sharp that it even split the sky, and countless chaotic energies rippled.

The tomb master came forward with the coffin on his back, and confronted him with the terrifying Yuanying handprint.

The two men each used their magical powers and fought a fierce battle in front of the pass.

In addition, many disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect and Taoists from Beixuanzhou kept coming and joined the battle. In an instant, the war broke out in front of the pass and affected areas thousands of miles away.

It can be seen that they are all Jindan and Yuanying cultivators.

The cultivators above the level of Hedao did not act rashly, because if they did, it would cause a huge commotion and would completely ignite the war between the two continents.

Taoist Beixuan is not a fool. They are just testing him now, and maybe they have other intentions.

"The Mobei Gobi Desert of Daotian Island and the Extremely Cold Plain guarded by the Wuji Palace and Taiyuan Divine Sect, these two border areas are much safer than the ancient battlefield. What are these Beixuan Taoists thinking that they have to attack here?" The beautiful woman seemed very puzzled and said in a deep voice.

"Could it be that some kind of good fortune has come into being and they are doing this just to attract attention?" Lin Changqing raised his eyebrows and said.

"The ancient battlefield is in ruins, and there is no spiritual land at all. How can there be any good fortune and opportunity?"

"That's not necessarily true. Didn't a talisman realm appear in the Extreme Cold Plain before? I heard that some great artifacts disappeared there." An elder speculated.

As the elders were talking, the situation on the battlefield changed again.

Lu Zhiwei became more and more courageous as the battle went on, her Taoist robe rustling, and she seemed to have gathered the power of the Taoism. Taoist Beixuan was best at the art of combining power.

With Lu Zhiwei's Taoist body as the center, a hundred Yuanying Taoists formed the shape of the Eight Diagrams. In an instant, the righteous energy that was as surging as a mighty river was actually bestowed upon Lu Zhiwei in an instant.

At this moment, she was as dazzling as a god descending from heaven.

The black sword in his hand became brighter and brighter. In the blink of an eye, a righteous energy that reached the sky fell from the sky, and the sword body was ten thousand feet long!
Wherever he passed, sand and rocks flew everywhere, and the bodies of more than a dozen disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect collapsed in an instant.

When Wu Sanren and other elders saw this situation, they frowned.

Lin Changqing's face trembled, and his soul was about to pass through the jade disc. With his soul's speed, it would only take a moment to fly to the border.

"Don't be impulsive!" Wu Sanren immediately grabbed him.

Lin Changqing, with his white hair and youthful face, looked a little anxious. He stared closely at the head of the huge tomb in the center of the battlefield, fearing that he might make some mistakes.

The tomb master's face remained extremely calm, the coffin behind him was wide open, and his body was filled with magical power.

The rich gray-brown spiritual power covered the sky and the sun, and a Dharma body that was difficult to tell whether it was male or female was sacrificed by him, which was over nine thousand nine hundred feet tall!
That Dharma body looked like a corpse, its eyes were extremely empty, and it contained a dormant evil spirit that could make one's soul tremble.

The head of the tomb refined the corpse of the Corpse Evil Saint and fused it with his own Dharma body of the Hanba. His Dharma power reached a higher level. The Dharma body of the Hanba only needed to exhale a breath of foul air, and the ground would crack a thousand feet!

The Dharma body roared terribly, pushed forward the big handprint, and confronted Lu Zhiwei's Haoran Zhengqi Sword.

(End of this chapter)