Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 423 Harvest, Ending

His cultivation level increased rapidly, like a bamboo shoot breaking through the soil on a spring night, growing madly higher section by section.

Xu Yuanchang sat cross-legged on the bluestone floor in the middle of the yard, with blue light mist swirling around his body. His aura was surging, veins bulged on his forehead, and his face was red as if bleeding. He kept making seals with his hands, trying to ease the overly violent backfeeding.

It was too much, too fast, and my whole body was filled with a pain that felt like it was about to burst.

The pores of his skin were faintly oozing with blood, fortunately his physique was much stronger than those of the same level of magic practitioners.

After getting through the initial tea time, the symptoms became much better afterwards.

Xu Yuanchang was able to control his progress by pinching his fingers and exercising his breathing technique, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Everything has its gains and losses, and if one cultivates too quickly, the risks will be great and the suffering will be great.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Xu Yuanchang slowly stood up. There was a thin layer of blood scab on his skin and he looked even more tired.

His cultivation level surged to the middle stage of the seventh floor and was not far from the late stage.

The damage to the meridians is a small matter. He needs to spend many years to consolidate the magic power that he has obtained by trickery.

Glancing around, he found that the bluestone ground within ten feet around him had been squeezed into a shallow circular pit by his almost out-of-control aura, as smooth as a mirror, without even a trace of a crack. He was at the bottom of the pit.

The ground and the yard are both arranged with formations and restrictions, which are unusually tough.

Taking out the flying sword for communication, Xu Yuanchang briefly recounted the whole incident in the style of the Spring and Autumn Annals, and informed Fellow Daoist Shan of the news of his injury with great sorrow. Then he sent the flying sword into the air and watched the sword flash and disappear into the horizon.

Use magic to remove dirt and blood scabs from the body surface.

With a slightly pale face, he walked out of the yard and came to the huge stone platform for practicing martial arts on the top of the mountain.

Tianquan Peak, where he lived in seclusion, was kept in good order by his men sent by Wu Shanbi and Zhang Wu. The environment was elegant and beautiful. The chaotic buildings and houses left over from the past had long been cleared away, and new pavilions, towers and viewing corridors had been built.

It took half an hour to release the huge hidden dragon's body, and use magic to collect all the blood and the sticky corrosive liquid in its body. They were then put into grids separated by restrictions in the space. Later, they would be refined a little on the Altar of Creation, and they would become very good materials.

He took out the intact bronze stele and used water to rinse it carefully.

To him, the weight of the bronze tablet that had been refined was not worth mentioning, but to Yinlong, it was like a huge mountain. Eating it into his stomach would definitely be a heavy burden that was difficult to bear.

He couldn't understand why Yinlong didn't spit out the bronze tablet?
Perhaps, in addition to its weight, the bronze stele has other mysterious functions that have not yet been discovered?
After breaking open the head that seemed too small compared to the body but was still quite big, the slightly shriveled and wrinkled Hidden Dragon Demon Pill was found. About 20% of the energy had been sucked away and consumed, but it was still a priceless treasure.

He took out a water-based jade box, put the demon pill inside after placing a restriction on it, and then pasted two talismans on the surface of the jade box.

He wanted to wait until he found Lao Zeng in the future, and then give the demon pill to Zeng Wanglou, and prepare medicinal materials to make a top-grade pill.

Compared with his rough absorption method of chewing peonies like a cow, it has many benefits.

There was a flash of sword light in the sky, and Xu Yuanchang reached out to take the flying sword. Luo Fuyan, who was far away in Xiantao Island, sent a message back to say that he was aware of the matter and would ask Yan Shusheng in Banyue Mountain to come over to assist in the aftermath and also to be a witness.

As for the deceased Shan Yuhong, there was no further mention of him.

If you die, you die. What else can you do?

A sneer appeared on Xu Yuan's lips. When a person dies, it is like a light going out. In Luo Fuyan's eyes, a cultivator from the seventh floor without a deep background is as light as a feather and not worth mentioning.

He collected all the wreckage and relics from the Mirror Space.

Wu Shanbi and Zhang Wu walked to the top of the mountain, glanced at the huge monster, and swallowed secretly.

"Senior Xu, we have sent people to treat the injured mortals, and have given compensation and comforted the frightened people. We only found a few broken bones and a few fragments of magic weapons in the huge pit of ruins. The self-explosion of Old Monster Fu has damaged the roots of the ground. It will take at least ten years to slowly repair it."

After the two of them saluted, Wu Shanbi reported respectfully.

Zhang Wu used his magic power to carry a black storage bag and flew it to Old Monster Xu, who was fifty feet away. The two men did not dare to look up.

Xu Yuanchang opened the bag and looked at it for a moment, then waved his hand and asked them to leave.

The jade talisman that Old Monster Fu used to self-destruct had almost the power of an eighth-level talisman.

He released "Floating Dust and Phantom Sand" to trap Old Monster Fu, and prepared to use "Hurricane Shadow Flash" to launch a sneak attack. He closed the distance of ten miles in an instant and delivered a fatal blow to the troublesome Old Monster Fu from behind.

But the old monster Fu blew himself up and almost took him away. He still feels scared when he thinks about it now.

If he hadn't used Hurricane Shadow to escape at the critical moment, the consequences would have been unpredictable.

If he were to suffer serious damage, Wu Shanbi and Zhang Wu, with their group of sixth- and fifth-floor monks, would probably rush upon him and kill him while he was sick.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, Yan Shusheng and a man in a white robe came.

After exchanging a few polite greetings, Yan Shusheng looked at the huge hidden dragon body lying on the stone platform, with deep fear in his eyes, and he could not help but admire: "Fellow Daoist Xu is very capable and has great magical powers. He single-handedly killed the demon dragon and the villain, and protected the peace of this area. I admire him deeply!"

The man in white robe echoed the flattery.

Xu Yuanchang said humbly, then sighed and said, "It's a pity that Brother Shan fell into the hands of the villain Fu Donglin."

He placed Shan Yuhong's skeleton and storage treasures on the ground, took out three dead Soul-Bonding God Gu frozen in ice crystals, and said, "Xu has a treasure that can resist the Soul-Bonding God Gu's invasion. Fortunately, I killed the villain and avenged Brother Shan."

Yan Shusheng and the man in white robe looked carefully and cautiously to confirm the smell of bones, the cause of death, etc.

He then looked at the other bag which contained the remains of Monster Fu and fragments of treasures, and put all the items away.

At that time, the bones and relics must be returned to Xingyan Academy.

Yan Shusheng asked tentatively: "Fellow Daoist Xu, can you sell this Hidden Dragon wreckage? Don't worry, the price is definitely negotiable."

Since he knew that there was another master from Jiuchonglou behind the other party, he dared not speak arrogantly.

I dare not force anyone to buy or sell anything.

You can't afford to offend them, so you have to make friends with them, or at least not make enemies with them.

Xu Yuanchang directly refused and said: "I have other uses for this demon corpse, please forgive me!"

"Haha, it was Yan who was rude."

Yan Shusheng smiled heartily and talked about something else.

Xu Yuanchang collected the remains of the Hidden Dragon into the space, and took the two of them to the ruins of the mountain where the Hidden Dragon had wreaked havoc. The tragic scene of the shattered mountains and rivers in the area of ​​300 miles was fresh and shocking. The piles of Hidden Dragon mucus and blood left on the rocks had already been dug away by other cultivators.

Yan Shusheng and the man in white robe were terrified.

They really couldn't understand, could it be that the hidden dragon with such a powerful residual aura couldn't fly?
After a bunch of compliments and nonsense, the two of them went to see the two huge pits caused by the explosion.

The shock in my heart cannot be described in words, the battle was too intense.

The remaining evil spirit shows the cruelty of the fight.

They couldn't imagine what secret method Taoist Xu used to force a seventh-level talisman master to self-destruct. It was simply incredible, and he himself was still unharmed. They couldn't help but accept it.

After sending away the two people who had been greatly stimulated, Xu Yuanchang returned to his residence, closed the door, regulated his breathing, and repaired his damaged meridians.

Half a month later, Xu Yuanchang opened the door and walked out of the secret room, his expression calm and relaxed.

The sky was gloomy with a light drizzle, and the bluestone ground was shining wetly.

The drought that has plagued Qixing Mountain for months is finally over.

Xu Yuanchang sensed the gray and purple aura suspended in the spiritual space, which was growing at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye. He was delighted and flew up to the rainy sky, disappearing and patrolling the 3,000-mile territory.

The two extra huge pits with exposed rocks looked like two ugly scars on the ground.

When the rainwater accumulates and forms lakes of different sizes, the situation may change. He began to "look down" at the daily life of the mortal world leisurely.

The three captured zombie puppets had already lost their vitality and had completely become dead objects. He might refine them into full-body puppets.

In his spare time, he used the more advanced technique of condensing the "Floating Dust Illusion Seal" to refine some Floating Dust Illusion Sand for use.

The rumor that Patriarch Xu of Qixing Mountain had killed Old Monster Fu spread quickly, and the reputation of Qixing Market rose rapidly, attracting monks from other places to come and shop or sell items.

Xu Yuanchang would occasionally transform himself into a fortune-telling Taoist priest, descend to mortal towns, walk the streets, and absorb the atmosphere of human life.

Without a companion to guard him, he could no longer immerse himself in empty practice as before.

Ten years passed in a flash.

In Xiantao Island, the great formation of heaven and earth covering the sky shrank by nearly half.

After repeated checks, the monks and mortals who were found to be without problems were separated outside the formation to minimize innocent casualties. They also took every step carefully to gradually reduce the living space of the murderous monks.

Although it takes a long time, it is very safe.

A ray of meteor light broke through the air and landed outside the great formation of heaven and earth.

When the bright yellow mist that covered the area dissipated, a young woman with a figure as sharp as a sword and full of heroic spirit was revealed.

"Yu Fengwu, the sword cultivator from the Blue Sky Peak in Fangcun Mountain, has come here on the orders of his master to kill the Jade Bone villain."

The sound waves caused the formation in front to appear, and the white light shook slightly.

A moment later, a scholar flew out from the formation.

"Greetings to Senior Guan Qi!"

"Fairy Yu, you're welcome."

The middle-aged scholar smiled and raised his hand, saying, "Fairy Yu, please go and kill the thief."

"It should be."

Yu Fengwu followed the scholar into the formation and asked, "Senior Guan, can you tell me the approximate location of Yu Gu?"

Wherever the divine consciousness reached, there were broken walls and deserted villages, a desolate scene.

The middle-aged scholar showed a bitter smile on his face and transmitted his voice, "That villain is extremely cunning. He often spreads spiritual light and divine nature, hiding in the bodies of low-level monks and mortals, making more than a dozen eighth-level and seventh-level sorcerers exhausted from deducing, so there has been little progress so far."

"We will gather the monks and mortals from one area after another and slowly investigate..."

As they were speaking, chaos suddenly broke out in an area thousands of miles away.

"That thief has misled the monks and caused trouble again."

The scholar disappeared in a flash.

Yu Fengwu transformed into a ray of sword light, breaking through the air and chasing after him. In a moment, he arrived above a restricted area.

The chaos below has subsided. Several monks are lying dead on the ground, with broken limbs and blood all over the ground. The eyes of the other monks reveal complex expressions of fear, resentment, etc.

There were more than a dozen monks from the seventh and eighth floors hovering in the air.

Yu Fengwu glanced at the monks below one by one, with a sharp light swirling in the depths of his eyes.

She followed her master to Bitian Peak, and after a year of seclusion, she broke through to the seventh-level sword cultivator. For the next twenty years, under the guidance of her master, she practiced swordsmanship hard, comprehended the sword heart and sword realm, and condensed the power of the sword rules.

The extreme sword state of mind, which had been stagnant for many years, broke through the bottleneck and made rapid progress.

Thousands of low-level monks were concentrated in simple huts over a dozen miles away. They looked haggard and were extremely wary of each other, guarding against being attacked from behind by their companions who were possessed by thieves.

Long-term mental tension caused many monks to collapse due to the ever-present crisis.

As if to challenge Yu Fengwu, the group of monks in front of her broke out into chaos again. More than ten monks screamed and used spells to attack the monks around them, and then chaos of infighting broke out in the distance.

Screams and explosions were heard everywhere.

The monks flying in the air reacted quickly, either suppressing it or imprisoning it.

Yu Fengwu remained indifferent and continued to scan and search. She had already cultivated the sword power of "Sword Heart Penetration". The thief's true body was probably hiding nearby, and she would not take action against the few points of divine light that she had seen through.

It's not worth it, it will only alert the enemy.

The chaos had just subsided when Yu Fengwu suddenly made a sword gesture with his right hand and pointed at the empty space diagonally.

The sword energy condensed like a rainbow of light, as thick as a finger, and extremely sharp.

It flashed by in a flash, and then there was the sound of "puff", when the entity was pierced.

A groan of pain was heard from three hundred feet away, and an old man in a white robe appeared in panic, blood gushing out of his right shoulder, and he disappeared in an instant. Several monks from the eighth floor followed with a violent attack, submerging that area. The light within a hundred feet surged like a tide.

"Excellent swordsmanship, excellent tactics, yet you managed to trick me into falling for it!"

A faint voice was heard from the air.

The monks below suddenly fell into massive chaos.

Yu Fengwu ignored her and quickly chased westward. Her sword left a sword mark in Yu Gu's body, which Yu Gu could not eliminate in a short time.

Seeing the scholar hurriedly appear, he called out, "Put down the chaos and do not leave your post without permission."

He collected the few drops of blood that fell on the ground and hurriedly chased after him, secretly thinking that a good teacher produces good students. Fairy Yu had just arrived and she had already injured the Yu Gu thief.

He and several other monks from the Ninth Floor Tower each guarded a place and would not stop until the threat of killing was eliminated.

Six thousand years ago, there was a great killing calamity that swept across the seven realms. At first, everyone was only concerned about their own business and did not care about the troubles of others, which gave the killing calamity monks time and opportunities to grow. In just a hundred years, the killing calamity monks completed a major breakthrough from the eighth level to the ninth level, resulting in many top-notch forces being uprooted and their incense being cut off.

As many as seven monks from the Ninth Floor died in that killing calamity.

A very painful lesson.

Three days later, Master Yu Gu, who was at his wit's end, was trapped in a makeshift formation.

There are no mortals or low-level monks who can provide help inside.

The six powerful men from the Ninth Floor looked at the illusionist, whose body was in tatters and slumped on the rocky ground, and did not take action immediately.

Outside the formation, hundreds of cultivators were flying in the air, surrounding the area so tightly that no one could get in or out.

"Yu Gu, do you have any last words?"

Mu Xiaoxiao stared at her former acquaintance with a complicated expression on her face.

"Ahem... Fairy Yu, please give this piece of phantom bone I left to Xu Yuanchang..."

Before Yu Gu could finish speaking, Yu Fengwu slashed him with his sword.

The glory is dazzling, and the era of a master has come to an end.

……

(End of this chapter)