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Chapter 479: The Red Dust Ten Feet (Subscription Request)

Back when they were in the Yinsha Secret Realm, he was the first one to discover the Flying Yaksha, and he also spent a great deal of money to weaken the Flying Yaksha.

I thought I could get a great opportunity one day and obtain a flying yaksha clone that is rarely possessed by immortals and powerful beings in the three thousand worlds.

Frankly speaking, being able to refine the Flying Yaksha into one's own clone is an opportunity that few people in the Three Thousand Worlds have.

The reason is very simple. There are many carriers in the Three Thousand Worlds that can be refined into clones.

For example, plants, rocks, and hills that have awakened their spirits, or monsters that have just transformed, all have practitioners who refine them into clones.

However, these plants, rocks, or clones refined by monsters and ghosts are of the lowest level and can only play a limited role. In most cases, they are used as a backup means for practitioners to explore the way in times of crisis or to serve them.

It is almost impossible to improve the combat power of the refiner.

A higher-level clone is made from some high-grade treasures, but this kind of clone is more often described as a puppet. Although it can bring a certain degree of combat power improvement to the refiner, the puppet itself is relatively rigid. Without the refiner's control, it can only be a dead object.

However, the situation is different for the clones refined from spiritual creatures born from heaven and earth, such as the Yi Mu Spirit and the Flying Yaksha.

Because it is rare, it is a rare existence in the Three Thousand Worlds.

For practitioners, once they refine this natural spiritual creature into a clone, this clone will often have the ability to act independently, just like an ordinary person.

For some practitioners, it is even as good as a second life.

If the original body dies accidentally, it can be reincarnated as an avatar and start over.

This kind of ability is something that the first two clones can never achieve.

It is also because of this that natural spiritual creatures such as the Yimu Spirit and the Flying Yaksha are even more scarce.

God knows how excited the guardian of the Rebirth Sect was when he saw the Flying Yaksha in the Yinsha Secret Realm.

I thought it was a great opportunity.

But he didn't want to be interfered by the little monk Tianyin.

Oh, that's not right. In the eyes of the guardian deity of the Rebirth Sect, it was the previous life of the young monk Tianyin, the Zen Master Zhengjue, who was once a master of the ninth level of Yangshen, who intervened.

The guardian of the Rebirth Sect, who believed that he was no match for his opponent, could only suffer the loss in silence, gave up the Flying Yaksha and retreated in defeat.

I thought that this flying yaksha would be refined into a clone by the old bald donkey Zhengjue.

But he didn't expect that it would inexplicably fall into Chen Yan's hands in the end.

If it was the hands of Zen Master Zhengjue, the guardian of the Rebirth Sect could still comfort himself, because after all, the other person was a master who had reached the ninth level of Yangshen.

But when he saw that it was actually obtained by Chen Yan, the guardian of the Rebirth Sect immediately felt unbalanced.

Why!
Although Chen Yan's combat power is also quite impressive, he is now no weaker than himself who is at the eighth level of Yang Shen.

But after all, there is still a gap between him and the ninth level of Yangshen. Why is this Flying Yaksha not his but Chen Yan's?

The Dharma Protector of the Rebirth Sect became angrier the more he thought about it, and his eyes turned red with anger.

It was too late to rescue Kong Liang at this time.

Although the Dharma Protector of the Pure Land School was very angry, he had not yet lost his mind.

He could feel that the Flying Yaksha in front of him had undergone significant changes compared to when he was in the Yinsha Secret Realm. He also didn't know what benefits the Flying Yaksha had gained after falling into Chen Yan's hands.

The thick corpse aura was actually approaching the late stage of Yang Shen. Although the guardian of the Rebirth Sect was not afraid, it was not to the extent that they could deal with it easily.

Even he had to be cautious, but the guardian of the Rebirth Sect could not just watch Kong Liang die tragically.

Therefore, the Dharma Protector of the Pure Land School called out to another person:

"Liu Xian'er!"

"exist!"

Liu Xianer, who had been paddling secretly, was startled and replied quickly.

"Go and help Kong Liang deal with that guy."

Without turning back to look at Liu Xian'er, the guardian of the Rebirth Sect stared straight at the Flying Yaksha.

The guardian deity of the Wangsheng Sect naturally saw Liu Xianer's slacking off, but he didn't care.

To him, Liu Xian'er is the vehicle for the Old Mother's arrival, and the trump card to summon the Old Mother to turn the tables at the critical moment.

As for whether Liu Xianer was slacking off or not, the guardian deity of the Rebirth Sect didn't care or mind.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Xian'er glanced at Chen Yan without revealing any other emotions. She just nodded and agreed.

After instructing Liu Xianer to rescue Kong Liang, the guardian of the Rebirth Sect focused his attention on the Flying Yaksha.

At this time, the guardian of the Rebirth Sect had noticed that Chen Yan seemed to have not yet refined the Flying Yaksha into a clone, but instead controlled it with some unknown means.

This discovery made the Dharma Protector of the Pure Land Sect overjoyed.

After all, he thought that Chen Yan had already refined the Flying Yaksha into a clone, leaving him with no chance at all.

However, no one expected that Chen Yan did not do so.

The guardian of the Rebirth Sect didn't know why Chen Yan didn't refine the Flying Yaksha into a clone.

I don’t know what means Chen Yan used to control the Flying Yaksha.

Maybe Chen Yan didn’t know the importance of Flying Yaksha, or maybe Chen Yan didn’t know how to refine his clone.

But these are not important to the Dharma protectors of the Pure Land School.

What the Dharma Protector of the Pure Land School knew was that his chance had come again.

This time, as long as he can take the Flying Yaksha back, his trip to the ancient immortal gate ruins will be worthwhile.

Therefore, the guardian deity of the Pure Land School began to focus all his attention on the Flying Yaksha.

Just when the guardian of the Wangsheng Sect was planning to re-plan the Flying Yaksha, on the other side, Liu Xian'er, who had received the order, also went to support Kong Liang.

In the center of the battlefield, looking at the blood sea waterfall getting closer and closer, Kong Liang couldn't help but reveal a look of despair.

However, when he saw Liu Xian'er coming to support him, the hope of survival rose in his desperate eyes, and he couldn't help but shout:
"Saint, save me!"

Normally Kong Liang calls Liu Xianer by her name, but in critical moments when his life and property are at stake, Kong Liang smartly knows what to call.

Her beautiful eyes glanced at Kong Liang who was shouting, without revealing any extra expression.

Immediately, Liu Xian'er looked coldly at Chen Yan who was controlling the sea of ​​blood in the center of the battlefield, with a hint of hostility in her eyes.

Then, Liu Xian'er took out a red ribbon from her waist, walked lightly to the center of the field, slightly opened her red lips, revealing her white teeth, and silently recited a strange spell, while gently throwing the red ribbon.

He chanted a spell:
"Ten feet of red dust!"

The red dust of the world is ten feet long, enough to trap countless living beings!
Then, a magical scene happened.

I saw the red ribbon gushing out red light, surging in all directions like a flood breaking through a dam.

The red light seemed to have a soul. It spread and expanded rapidly. In a moment, it turned into thick and heavy red mist, sweeping across an area of ​​hundreds of feet in radius with overwhelming force.

The color of this red fog is just like the thickest crimson clouds in the sky at dawn, and also like a sea of ​​blood and resentment gushing out from an endless abyss. It is rich and sticky, so rich that it almost suffocates people, and so sticky that it seems to freeze all things in the world.

Wisps of mist intertwined and entangled with each other, as if countless nimble red snakes were winding and weaving into an impenetrable evil web.

What's even more strange is that this red mist can block the perception of practitioners just like the white light of the demon fairy's remains, but the range is not as large as the white light.

The guardian deities of the Rebirth Sect who saw this scene couldn't help but look at Liu Xian'er in surprise, as if they had not expected that Liu Xian'er would have such means.

However, after successfully being selected, the Holy Maiden of the branch sect of the Rebirth Sect can choose a technique of her own name from the library. All of them are top-notch techniques that are not inferior to those of the Taoist Alliance and the Vajra Temple. Perhaps this red mist is one of the means of the technique, and it is normal that he has not seen it.

The red mist was overwhelming, not only enveloping Chen Yan, but even Kong Liang was no exception and was surrounded by the red mist.

Once enveloped by the red mist, Kong Liang suddenly felt as if he was stuck in a quagmire, and his limbs seemed to be imprisoned by shackles weighing more than a thousand pounds, making every move extremely difficult.

What's even more terrifying is that the spiritual sense seemed to be deeply pierced by countless fine steel needles, and then slowly pulled out by a cold force. The originally clear world of perception in the mind shattered and collapsed in an instant.

The spiritual sense that practitioners rely on to gain insight into opportunities was severely crushed by the evil power hidden in the red mist as soon as it was probed a little, and turned into wisps of spiritual mist that dissipated into the invisible, leaving only a dead silence and emptiness.

Kong Liang was so frightened that his face turned pale, cold sweat poured down his face, and his eyes widened in horror, but he could only see a few inches around him. The rest of the world was chaos, as if he was isolated from the world and alone in this unknown purgatory.

He originally thought that Liu Xian'er was just a pretty vase, but he didn't expect that Liu Xian'er would actually show such powerful strength. At least this strength was already above his, Kong Liang.

Seeing that he had escaped the danger of the sea of ​​blood, but was still in the red fog, as if he would be swallowed up at any time, Kong Liang could not help but shout in fear:
"Saint Lady Liu! You've caught the wrong person! Let me out now!"

However, the only response he got was silence and the strange, creeping red mist.

Would Liu Xian'er take this opportunity to get rid of me? !

Kong Liang couldn't help but have such a thought pop up in his mind.

What if Liu Xianer holds a grudge against her mother for being her carrier and wants to take revenge on the guardian of the Rebirth Sect? It would definitely be too late for her and she would not be his opponent, but he, Kong Liang, is just the right person!

When he thought of this, Kong Liang's face turned paler, but his spiritual consciousness could not be released at all, and he could not sense the existence of the outside world.

He couldn't help but shout for mercy:

"Saint Lady Liu! This has nothing to do with me! I am just a pawn! If you want revenge, go and take revenge on the guardian. It has nothing to do with me, Kong Liang!"

Just as Kong Liang was shouting, on the other side, Chen Yan, who was wrapped in the red mist, was looking at the red mist in front of him with some curiosity.

Frankly speaking, Chen Yan had no idea what the red fog was.

It was hard to tell whether it was fog or something else, but it could even block his spiritual consciousness.

You know, Chen Yan thought that the strength of his soul was not inferior to that of a cultivator in the late Yang Shen stage, so his spiritual awareness would naturally be comparable to that of a master in the late Yang Shen stage.

But this red mist could actually compress even his spiritual consciousness. It was so strange, how could Chen Yan not be curious?
As for the cold and gloomy power of the red mist, it had basically no effect on Chen Yan.

Not to mention at this moment, even before he broke through to the Yang God stage, Chen Yan's body was not afraid of the influence of the cold and gloomy power of the red fog in front of him.

soon.

After a while, the red mist in front of him suddenly surged.

The next second, a beautiful figure appeared in front of Chen Yan.

But I saw her wearing a moon-white satin dress. The material was top-quality, cool and smooth to the touch, like flowing moonlight. The corners and cuffs of her dress were decorated with cloud patterns woven with delicate silver thread embroidery, which swayed with her subtle movements, like the fluttering sleeves of a fairy in the clouds.

There was a light blue silk ribbon tied around her waist, which was slender enough to be held in one hand. Hanging on it was a mutton-fat jade pendant, which was warm and transparent, and engraved with orchid patterns that exuded a faint fragrance. When it swayed lightly, it rubbed against her clothes, making a few clear sounds like broken jade.

Her figure is graceful, like a willow swaying in the wind, yet she exudes a sense of flexibility.

She walked gracefully, her steps flowing like a lotus, her black hair like a waterfall, smooth and shiny. Only a few strands of hair were loosely tied up on the top of her head with a plain hairpin, and the rest fell down her waist and back. The ends of her hair were slightly curled, and occasionally a few strands playfully brushed against her snow-white neck.

Her eyebrows are like distant ink, neither thick nor thin, just like the distant green mountains in spring, warm and relaxed. The ends of the eyebrows are slightly raised, revealing a bit of agility and playfulness, yet dignified and elegant.

Her eyes are like clear autumn water, hiding the stars and the moon in her eyes, and she looks bright and beautiful. Her eyelashes are as thick as a fan, and every blink is like the fluttering of butterfly wings, bringing out a hint of charm, but the moment she raises her eyes, the clear and soft light in her eyes shows her kind and elegant heart.

Her nose is straight and graceful, with soft lines like a finely carved jade. The slightly raised bridge of her nose makes her eyebrows and eyes more three-dimensional and profound. Her cheeks are as smooth as jade, with a faint blush, as if lightly stained by clouds in the sky. She is bright and charming even without makeup. When she smiles, her dimples are shallow, as if they are filled with two pools of honey, sweet and intoxicating.

Her lips are like cherries, red without any makeup, and the color is delicate and gorgeous, just like the red cherries that first bloom on the branches in spring, delicate but not ostentatious. She gently opens her red lips, her pearly teeth are white as snow, neat and smooth, and her voice is melodious, like a yellow warbler out of the valley. Even if she only whispers softly, it is like the celestial music lingering in the ears, with a long aftertaste. Every word can touch the heartstrings, making people intoxicated and forgetting the way back, as if all the troubles in the world can disappear with this soft voice.

Who else could this person who looks like a fairy from a painting be but Liu Xian'er?

Liu Xian'er came to Chen Yan and bowed:

"I have met Master Chen."

There was no change in Chen Yan's expression. When he saw Liu Xian'er cast the red mist, Chen Yan knew that Liu Xian'er wanted to isolate herself in a separate space.

He nodded slightly, then Chen Yan raised his eyebrows and said:
"Is this red mist also a practice of the Rebirth Sect? It's quite strange."

Liu Xian'er nodded, and said with her red lips: "Your Excellency guessed correctly. This is one of the methods mastered by the Red Dust Heart Sutra, one of the top techniques of the Rebirth Sect. It may be that I am more compatible with this technique, so I am more proficient in mastering this Red Dust Clouds and Mists."

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(End of this chapter)