Staying in the sect, controlling beasts and cultivating immortals

"Huhuhuhu..."

The wind came from nowhere, sweeping across the sky and earth and landing in this desolate desert, bringing heat waves. It was like an invisible hand, slowly flattening the desert. The wind and sand were flying, quietly burying all traces in the years of history.

The desert was devastated, with potholes and sparks flying everywhere. Although it was quickly returning to normal, the aftermath left in the world was not disappearing so quickly.

The faint sword energy was still echoing in the void. The storm disappeared, revealing the figure of Yu Changsheng. He was leaning on the ground with one hand holding the sword, gasping for breath. His forehead was covered with sweat, his face was extremely pale, and his breathing was a little unstable.

However, his eyes were extremely bright, and flashing with a sense of enlightenment.

"As expected of a Saint-level technique, it is truly terrifying. This attack almost drained all of my magical power, physical energy, blood, and spiritual power. No one in the Purple Mansion should be able to resist it."

"Even if I don't use the Sacrifice Mirror to wipe out Meng Xiangrui's golden shield first, I should be able to break his defense directly. However, in this way, it is difficult to guarantee that I can kill him with one strike."

Yu Changsheng murmured softly for a long time, patted his chest, exhaled a breath of foul air, stood up with some difficulty, looked at the place where Meng Xiangrui died, seemed to be thinking about something, and felt his own condition again, and smiled bitterly.

"It's worth it. It's just a remnant of a magic weapon. It won't be used many times anyway. If it's destroyed, it's destroyed."

"What's more, that thing originally belonged to Meng Xiangrui. I guess he tampered with it, so he found it and destroyed it, which can avoid this hidden danger. It can be regarded as giving it its final shine. It's worth it."

Yu Changsheng pondered in his heart, thinking secretly that he did not feel sad about the destruction of the sacrificial mirror. Instead, he recalled the traces of his and Old Wei's journey and had some guesses in his mind.

"My master and I both have some of the Black Turtle's Breath Concealing Technique on us. Together with the entire Wanxiang Sect, so many people can be completely isolated from their aura and cause and effect by the Black Turtle, making it impossible for anyone to trace them."

"Not to mention me and Master. Even if Meng Xiangrui is a spirit, it should be difficult for him to detect our changes. Just now, when we first met, it seemed that Meng Xiangrui had already trusted the identities of Master and me."

"But later, I don't know why he suddenly turned back because of his identity, which made him confident enough to attack me rashly. Since my master and I have the Black Turtle's Breath Concealing Technique, he can't see through it. So, on what basis did he determine that I was Yu Changsheng?"

Yu Changsheng swallowed his saliva, and after a long time, his chest rose and fell, and he slowly exhaled a breath of foul air.

"The only explanation is that this sacrificial mirror does not belong to me. It was originally given by him to Huangpu Yuanji. It is not impossible that he has some way to determine the location of this item."

"In this case, keeping the sacrificial mirror will also be a disaster."

Yu Changsheng thought secretly in his heart that in fact, Yu Changsheng’s guess was indeed correct.

He and Old Wei both had the aura of the black tortoise on them, and it was difficult to find the cause and effect. Even Meng Xiangrui could not see through it, so he used secret methods to sense the location of the sacrificial mirror and finally determined that the identities of the two were suspicious.

However, this method is only useful within a certain range and can only determine a vague location. Moreover, every time it is used, it is a considerable burden for Meng Xiangrui.

Therefore, it was not used at the beginning.

Yu Changsheng pondered for a moment, swallowed two pills to restore his magic power, then his body shook, the Golden-winged Roc made a clear cry, and lowered its body to come in front of Yu Changsheng.

"Master, are you okay?"

The golden-winged Roc chirped softly in a friendly manner.

"fine."

Yu Changsheng shook his head, smiled, patted the Golden Winged Roc's head, turned over and jumped onto the Golden Winged Roc's back.

"Let's go, depart from Lanzhou and head to the estuary!"

Yu Changsheng grinned, then sat upright on the back of the golden-winged Roc and meditated to recover.

The golden-winged Roc nodded, flapped its wings suddenly, and lightning flashed on the wings, stirring up a strong wind. Amid the howling wind and thunder, it turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the horizon.

.........

…………

At the same time, just as Meng Xiangrui's clone was completely destroyed by the Taichu Kaitian Sword, on the other side, somewhere thousands of miles away from the Yunbo Desert, a long rainbow rose into the sky and rushed towards the Yunbo Desert at a high speed, like thunder, cutting through the void, with whistling wind, and the speed was so fast that it could not be detected by the naked eye.

In the long rainbow, a figure appeared. His face was gloomy and his aura was as deep as the sea, undetectable. He had surpassed the Purple Mansion and reached the state of incarnation.

It is Meng Xiangrui’s true form!

At some point, Meng Xiangrui's body suddenly paused, his eyes widened, revealing a trace of pain, he suddenly lowered his head and a mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably, his face turned pale in an instant, his breathing became unstable, and he even fell down.

"How could this be... the connection between me and my clone has been completely severed..."

"The clone has died?!"

Meng Xiangrui murmured in astonishment, his eyes full of disbelief. He lowered his brows, his heart sank, and he was very confused.

"This clone of mine took so much of my time and effort. I even spent a portion of my spiritual cultivation on it to make it look more realistic. Although it hasn't reached the state of transformation, it has reached the peak of the Purple Mansion."

"However, Yu Changsheng has only just broken through to the Purple Palace. How did he do that? How could he kill my clone and erase the causal connection between my original body and the clone?"

Meng Xiangrui murmured in his heart, his face gloomy, his eyes uncertain, his face turned pale again, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood again, his breath suddenly changed, a little weak, a sense of incompleteness came from his body faintly, and there was an intense pain, rippling in his heart, from the depths of his soul, spreading throughout his body.

The feeling of pain made Meng Xiangrui groan instantly, with drops of sweat flowing down his forehead. His face was grim, and after a long time he gasped for breath, sweating profusely, with the aura of a god, obviously not as good as before.

"What did the clone go through? He is just a newly promoted Purple Mansion. Even if he is extremely talented, he can't make me so embarrassed."

"A part of the soul I placed on the clone was completely killed, and all the causes and effects in it were annihilated, so that I have no idea what happened at the scene when the clone was destroyed... How could Yu Changsheng do this?" Meng Xiangrui murmured softly for a long time, took a deep breath, calmed down, felt it, looked in the direction of the Yunbo Desert, gritted his teeth, continued to burst out at an extremely fast speed, and flew towards the Yunbo Desert.

However, its speed has obviously decreased compared with before.

"An ordinary clone cannot have the cultivation of the peak of Purple Mansion. In order to ensure the combat power of the clone, I gave up a part of my own cultivation and separated a small amount of soul into it to control it."

"Originally, according to my idea, as long as I found Yu Changsheng's trace, I would hold on for the first time, hold Yu Changsheng back, and wait for my real body to arrive. By then, my real body and clone will merge, and I will capture Yu Changsheng directly in the strongest state to ensure that nothing goes wrong..."

“And now, the clone has been destroyed, and the soul in it has been tyrannically wiped out. This part of the cultivation has also been directly lost... Although I don’t know what happened, it must be related to Yu Changsheng. Yu Changsheng, when I catch you, I will definitely tear out your tendons and bones, and refine you to make up for the loss of my soul!”

Meng Xiangrui growled, his eyes filled with murderous intent that was so strong that it could not be dispelled. He burst out at an extremely fast speed and rushed towards the Yunbo Desert.

Just two hours later, in the Yunbo Desert, where Yu Changsheng and Meng Xiangrui's clones had fought, Meng Xiangrui's real body suddenly arrived.

"It is here... My soul will be completely destroyed here, along with the cause and effect."

Meng Xiangrui lowered his eyebrows, reached out and grabbed a handful of sand, and released his spiritual sense to feel every bit of the desert. As he pondered, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"There are traces of Taoism left behind, as well as a strong lingering sword intent. The sharpness of the sword makes even me feel a little uneasy. Who killed him? Yu Changsheng? But he was promoted to the Purple Mansion not long ago..."

Meng Xiangrui pondered, feeling the remaining traces in the desert for a long time, then he let out a light breath, his gestures constantly changing, a yin and yang fish emerged, rotating, and mysterious waves swept across the desert in an instant.

"Trace the origin! Cause and effect are revealed!"

But Meng Xiangrui let out a low cry and touched the crescent mark on his forehead. Suddenly, a point of Taoism turned into a light spot and merged into the rotating Yin-Yang fish pattern in front of him. Then, the Yin-Yang fish burst out with a stronger light, covering the desert.

Where the light fell, grains of sand floated in the air and kept trembling. A breeze blew, and in the void, countless auras surged chaotically, slowly condensing and twisting like a blurry painting, which was being resurfaced and reflected by people from the past.

"Let me see who can destroy my clone at the peak of Purple Mansion and kill my soul! If it is Yu Changsheng, how can he do it!"

Meng Xiangrui had an indifferent expression and snorted coldly. The power of heaven and earth was aroused and added to the scene in front of him.

Suddenly, the Yin and Yang fish rotated and disintegrated into a little bit of light, merging into the picture. Then, the light condensed rapidly and gradually became clear from blurry.

Meng Xiangrui stared at the picture intently, and as he pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, the picture became clear. The next moment, a bright light spread out from the picture. The light was soft, yet also overbearing. It clearly carried a sense of hope, but also had the power to open the sky.

"Ok?"

Meng Xiangrui frowned suddenly, and the next moment, his expression suddenly changed.

However, what he saw in the picture was a bright light that spread beyond the picture. Amidst the buzzing sound, it transformed into a majestic sword light with extreme sharpness, transcending the picture and shooting towards Meng Xiangrui!

Meng Xiangrui's heart skipped a beat and his eyes suddenly widened. He was about to resist, but in an instant, as if because the sword was too terrifying, the picture collapsed with a bang, and the sword light collapsed unwillingly. Meng Xiangrui stood there in a daze, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his already weak breath became even weaker.

"puff……"

Meng Xiangrui coughed, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the blood on his palm, and was lost in thought for a long time before he let out a long breath.

"What is that? That sword, just by projecting it, gives me a feeling that it can cut through time and space and descend..."

Meng Xiangrui lowered his eyebrows, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and his eyes darkened.

"Although it's just an illusion, who swung such a domineering sword? Yu Changsheng? Unfortunately, this sword is too domineering and wiped out all the traces of cause and effect. It can't be traced back. However, I also watched the battle between Yu Changsheng and Meng Xiangrui. Although he can use a sword, he should not be able to reach this level..."

Meng Xiangrui was silent, shook his head, pursed his lips, and his eyes flickered.

"This sword strikes a threat to even a Spiritual Transformation Master like me. It shouldn't be something that a newly promoted Purple Palace Master like Yu Changsheng can strike. Then, who else could it be?"

Meng Xiangrui thought about it and looked into the distance. Through the desolate desert, a fiery red sunset was slowly falling on the horizon, dyeing the clouds red and covering the desert with a layer of flickering flames, which was quite spectacular.

"The Yunbo Desert, further ahead, is the border of Lanzhou... Once there, it won't be easy to continue chasing... However, there is one thing I still can't figure out."

"The entire Wanxiang Sect disappeared without a trace. There are so many people in the sect, but I can't even detect the cause and effect of one person... How did I do that?"

Meng Xiangrui pondered, his expression cold but revealing a hint of puzzlement. After a long time, he took a deep look at the sinking sunset, then slowly turned around and walked towards Wuzhou outside the Yunbo Desert.

"Forget it. Being able to escape from here is also a credit to you, Yu Changsheng. If you leave, I hope I will never meet you again in this life..."

The afterglow fell on the Yunbo Desert and also on Meng Xiangrui, casting his shadow on the desert. Grains of sand surrounded him. Under the afterglow, the sand seemed to be stained with fire, surrounding Meng Xiangrui's shadow and burning fiercely...

Meng Xiangrui knew clearly that if he left Wuzhou, it would be a pipe dream and almost impossible to continue hunting down Yu Changsheng.

Since this was the case, he was too lazy to continue wasting time. Instead, he hoped that Yu Changsheng would never return to Wuzhou again.

"If you don't die, you will always be a big worry for me, and I will be uneasy..."

"If one day in the future, I hope you will never set foot on this land again, and dying in a foreign land would be the best outcome."

Meng Xiangrui murmured softly, suppressing the last bit of uneasiness in his heart. He shook his body, turned around and left.

The sunset is like blood, the desert is like the sea, and the occasional strong winds roll up the sand, like waves being lifted up, crushing the afterglow and burying the past...

(The Wuzhou volume ends. Next volume: The wind rises from the North Sea!) (End of this chapter)