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Chapter 437: Deserted Island Enemy, Counterattack

If he was not in a hurry, Xu Yuanchang would rather be a down-to-earth immortal, climbing mountains and wading through water, traveling through countryside and towns. Other immortals are afraid of being contaminated by the mortal world and hindering their state of mind for cultivation.

He did the opposite, being leisurely and free, staying away from the sky and getting closer to the human world.

"All things are illusory, and the Great Dao is invisible. After traveling thousands of miles to realize the Great Dao, one will eventually return to the mundane world."

This is a sentence that is neither a poem nor a lyric that his master said when he climbed to the top of a mountain and measured the world with his feet. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he looked down at the lights of thousands of homes under the night sky.

Ever since he knew that the old man had the cultivation level of a Golden Immortal, he felt that every fart the old man gave had profound meaning and was extraordinary.

So no matter right or wrong, he recorded it all in the "Yanshan Lun Dao" jade slip.

Take it out and read it often, think about it, and add a few thoughts and experiences, it will be very enjoyable.

He was like a passing breeze, seeing everything wherever he went. When he encountered injustice or trouble that he didn't like, he would lend a hand to help. When the matter was done, he would leave without asking for any petty fame, and he would never take on any work on his own initiative.

Half a month later, Xu Yuanchang, who had traveled more than 30,000 miles, found a rock mountain shaped like a tiger's head by the lake.

The top of the mountain is only a hundred feet high and is connected to other mountains. The overlapping and sunken rocks, together with the trees and weeds growing in the gaps, form a roughly rough outline of a tiger head. Even the word "王" on the forehead resembles a tiger head because of the patterns formed by the overlapping rocks.

If you fly through the sky without looking up from the ground, you will not be able to appreciate the wonders of nature.

Xu Yuanchang circled the mountain several times, climbed up the steep rocks to take a look, nodded slightly, and asked the nearby villagers, and learned that the mountain had no official name.

Some call it "Lazy Tiger Mountain", some call it "Tiger Head Mountain", or "Rocky Tiger Mountain".

Even the wild lake of twenty miles ahead is called "Yinghu Lake".

The old people in the village can tell many supernatural stories about Lazy Tiger Mountain. They also say that the dogs and buffaloes in the village can never pass by the direct route of Lazy Tiger Mountain, even if they are led or beaten.

If a child in the village is frightened, take him to the foot of the mountain, burn three incense sticks, and let the child kowtow three times. This will definitely work.

Therefore, at the foot of Lazy Tiger Mountain, there must be incense offerings and fulfillment of vows during every festival.

That night, Xu Yuanchang used Taoist techniques to inject three rays of light into Hushan's forehead and tore off five thick vines that spread from the foot of the mountain and were wrapped around the mountain.

It has been said since ancient times that a stone mountain has formed an image, and people passing by will often say it looks like something.

There is no need for the stone to open its mouth to ask for it to be sealed. Over time, it will slowly become a spirit.

The Tiger Mountain before us has already gathered a certain amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

All he did was Taoist "enlightenment" to speed up the tiger spirit's awakening and transformation, so as to prevent this wild spirit, born from nature, from running out one day to harm the common people within hundreds of miles.

The tiger is a vicious beast and should not be approached by humans.

He did not choose the brutal method of "killing" it. Since he had met Tiger Spirit by chance, he gave it a chance to live.

Let it continue to practice for a hundred years, and then he will make another trip to lead the mountain spirit and tiger spirit to Dengxian Temple to make it a guardian beast of the sect to suppress the luck and guard the mountain. It is a good thing to have both.

After leaving Lazy Tiger Mountain, Xu Yuanchang walked eastward for another twenty days. After reaching the seaside, he flew into the vast sky.

In the evening, we arrived at the Cuozong Island, 70,000 miles from the coast.

The island is about 500 miles in radius and is shrouded in a gray, evil aura all year round. The temperature on the island is cold and there is almost no ordinary grass or trees growing on it. Most of the place is bare, blue-black rocks and it is wet everywhere.

It is said that on rainy days, screams of ghosts and wolves howling could be heard for no apparent reason on the island, making the island shrouded in mystery.

There are often teams of monks coming to Cuozong Island to look for rare feminine spiritual herbs or explore the secrets of the island.

People die for money and birds die for food. Where there are monks, there are no rules or constraints, so all kinds of fights and robberies are common.

When Xu Yuanchang flew towards the highest Cuozong Mountain, he witnessed two bloody fights. However, because of his appearance, the aura he exuded disturbed the desperate mood of both sides, and the seven or eight cultivators who had not yet determined the winner were frightened and fled in all directions.

A master above the sixth level suddenly broke into the shallow pond. Who would be blind enough to provoke him?

The setting sun was sinking into the sky, and its afterglow dyed the ubiquitous gray fog red.

It adds a bit of cruelty and weird atmosphere to the island.

Xu Yuanchang stood on the top of the rocky mountain and looked around. He was very satisfied with the strong and unique evil spirit of the place.

They found a natural cave with traces of smoke and fire inside, and set up the formation equipment there.

He released the fourth-level soul puppet that had been idle for a long time and asked it to guard outside the cave. He threw out a cushion, sat cross-legged on it, and released his condensed breeze to collect the ubiquitous evil spirit.

In the days that followed, he would occasionally go out for a walk up and down the mountain to show that this mountain was his territory.

Most of the time he was in the cave, condensing and refining the evil spirit, or reading books and drawing talismans, or pondering the way of emptiness and tranquility. His life was no different from his usual one, except that he could not chat or drink tea with the people from the sect.

However, his peaceful days did not last more than twenty days before they were disturbed by an uninvited guest.

"Bang", the fourth-level soul puppet hidden in the cave outside the cave was exploded.

With a howl, the soul puppet scattered in the air and could no longer be revived.

Before the cave collapsed, Xu Yuanchang turned into a breeze and escaped, appearing on the top of the mountain with a gloomy face.

He looked at an old man in gray with a blurred face in the air three miles away, and said with suppressed anger: "I wonder how Xu has offended you? Or has he occupied your retreat place? Is it worth it for you to make such a big fuss and kill Xu's soul puppet without asking any questions and destroying his cave residence."

He didn't know the other party's intention. When did he offend a powerful person from the Eighth Floor?

He had never expected that he would be targeted on the Intricate Island. His spiritual sense was restricted in the Yinsha Land, and he was unable to detect the approach of a master at the first time.

The gray-robed old man sneered twice and shouted, "Master Xu Yuan, you have established a sect in a high-profile manner and recruited many apprentices with excellent qualifications, but you don't even pay homage to the dock. I have long disliked you. Is this reason enough?"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, an invisible net suddenly appeared and gathered in the middle from all directions.

Xu Yuanchang's figure was so weak that it broke into countless pieces and dissipated in the gray fog.

"Your forced excuses only prove that the people behind you are not from the Fangcun Mountain Region."

Xu Yuanchang's voice came from the void. He had been comprehending the way of emptiness and tranquility for many years. Although he had not yet comprehended that trace of the power of rules, he had also figured out several kinds of ethereal magical powers. Combined with his phantom soul and shadowless technique, it was more than enough for him to avoid the opponent's sneak attack in such an open place.

A ray of talisman light flashed in the air.

It had just flown a few miles when it "banged" and shattered into ashes.

The gray-clothed old man destroyed the communication talisman by some unknown means and shouted, "Captain Xu Yuan, you can't escape from Cuozong Island."

Rays of light rose from a distance of hundreds of miles away, and in the blink of an eye formed a huge formation that covered the sky.

Xu Yuanchang, who was invisible in the air, almost flew out of the formation. The other party came prepared, and there were countless monks ambushing outside. He was more and more certain that the other party was not from Fangcun Mountain. Mu Xiaoxiao, for the sake of his master, would not allow the local forces in Fangcun Mountain to target Dengxian Temple and him.

At least for the next thousand years, Dengxianguan will not pose a threat to Mu Xiaoxiao's position.

There is no fundamental conflict of interest between the two parties.

He released several phantoms that flew in all directions, confusing everyone.

He quietly appeared at the edge of the water mist trap, and used the brief period of time when the pressure of the formation gradually increased to the point where he was forced to reveal his figure, and he found a weak point. This kind of temporary large-scale trap, apart from restricting his whereabouts and speed, actually had little effect.

He guessed that the other party had sneaked into the island with his men a few days ago and spent several days to complete the layout of the formation bit by bit.

"Friend Xu, I advise you not to put up a pointless resistance. You can't escape from my grasp."

The grey-clothed old man flicked away the fleeing figures one after another, confident of victory and said, "No matter how wonderful your illusion is, how much can you use it if you are trapped in the formation? If you are smart, surrender. I don't want your life, I just took you to see someone."

The old man was secretly shocked. It turned out that a seventh-level illusionist should not be underestimated.

If it had not been for the advance arrangements, even with two more Eight-Layered Tower masters, they would probably not be able to defeat the opponent today and would have returned empty-handed.

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Xu Yuanchang suddenly smashed the bronze tablet of the heavenly book in the space. There was a loud "bang" that shook the earth and the mountains shook. The ten-foot-high bronze tablet broke through the node of the formation with brute force, tearing a gap of several feet in size.

Water mist rushed out, and the sudden pressure was released.

Xu Yuanchang then showed up with a cold look in his eyes. He glanced at the stunned old man in gray in the distance, then waved his hand to take the bronze tablet back into the space.

Just before the old man got angry and a beam of light came, he left a residual image and disappeared into the gap.

By the time the gray-clothed old man hurriedly chased out of the formation, only a sixth-level formation master who was wailing and on fire was left nearby. The old man ignored the formation master's call for help, and watched a talisman light flying westward in the distance, secretly groaning inwardly.

He didn't expect that the boy had such ability that he could break the water mist confinement formation in just a few breaths.

The guy who collected the information was a complete idiot, missing such important information.

He would not look for reasons within himself and thought about running away as soon as possible.

If he is caught by Mu Xiaoxiao who is chasing after him, he will be in trouble, and the mastermind behind him will also be in disgrace.

The old man suddenly noticed something unusual happening behind him and turned around abruptly. He saw a Dharma image that was a hundred feet tall swinging its fists and smashing down on his head with the force of a mountain. A strong wind blew in his face. What was particularly infuriating was that the Dharma image's roar was like thunder.

"Take my punch, old man!"

"court death!"

The old man in gray was almost laughing out of anger. How dare a tiny ant bark against him?

A Dharma image rose up behind him, swung a sword, and with two "puff" sounds, he easily broke the opponent's empty arms. He was not afraid of the opponent's foolish attack and had the naive idea of ​​delaying him.

He just took the opportunity to kill the Taoist priest who overestimated his own capabilities with a sword, and took his remaining soul back with him to report to his superiors.

The only thing he couldn't understand was how the other party could quietly move such a huge Dharma image up behind him without him noticing?

The illusionist's abilities were mysterious, but he still wasn't too worried because there was a huge difference in strength between the two sides.

Even if he stood there and let the opponent chop him three or five times, he could not break the protection of his precious clothes.

The broken-arm Dharma image was extremely brave and powerful. He kicked out fiercely from the bottom of his foot. A brilliant silver light burst out from the sole of his foot, shining and emitting an invisible wave of phantoms.

The gray-clothed old man's eyes were dazzled and he immediately felt a little dizzy.

His heart trembled. He would not allow the story of capsizing in the ditch to happen to him, so he quickly flew backwards and ordered his Dharma image to stay behind and kill the disabled Dharma image.

"Boom", a ball of white flame rose from the old man's body, and countless phantoms appeared.

The old man in gray was furious. Did that kid really think that the illusion with a lower realm could trap him?
He kept his mind focused, holding a treasure in each palm of his hands, pretending to sway his body, secretly gathering strength to strike. As long as the boy showed his intention, he would give him a thundering blow, making him pay with his life for provoking a master of the eighth floor.

His scalp suddenly felt tingling and his heart was pounding. He didn't bother to put out the strange flames on his body and turned around again.

Ten miles away in the air, Xu Yuan raised his hand and swung out a three-inch flying sword. A ray of cold light shot through the air, and the air actually began to ripple and twist slightly. The power of heaven and earth was drawn by the sword light, dragging out a dazzling glow.

Xu Yuanchang didn't want to let go easily the guy who tried to escape after attacking him, so he used the flying sword given to him by Gao Jian to stop him. Otherwise, even if Mu Xiaoxiao came, Fangcun Mountain was so huge, where could he find the murderer?

That old thief has a powerful force behind him, so he fled to another area.

The clue was lost from then on.

Even if we capture the several sixth-level formation masters who are setting up the formation outside, it is estimated that it will not be of much use.

He first used a trick to slightly affect his opponent, even at the cost of losing a Dharma image.

From his understanding of the way of emptiness and tranquility, he mastered the method of hiding the Dharmakāya close to him. Today was his first attempt and he succeeded in one fell swoop. He gave the Magic Glass Mirror to the Dharmakāya for use, mainly to give the Fire Spirit behind him a head start in using his magical powers.

The old man in gray was regretting his decision so much. He knew that the little guy was the disciple of Jin Xian, so why did he take on this difficult task?
With a roar, he raised his hand and threw a gem in his hand towards the sword light that frightened him. His soul had been locked by that strange flying sword, otherwise he could have used his teleportation ability to escape.

The white flames coiled around his body suddenly tightened, and two opposite flames of extreme cold and extreme heat erupted.

This immediately affected the old man's subsequent hasty actions.

Under normal circumstances, he could easily break a mere seventh-order flame, even if it was mixed with illusions. However, something unexpected happened to him at the critical moment, and the old man in gray wanted to cry, which seriously affected his performance.

The illusions came like a tide, the flames crackled, and submerged the old man.

"Bang...Puff", the countless rune beads that were rotating and emitting broke into countless fragments, unable to block it for half a breath. The sword light was unstoppable and cut the old man who had just solved the internal fire into two neat pieces. The precious clothes and other protective means on his body were of no use at all.

The old man only uttered half a desperate roar before his Nascent Soul and soul were completely shattered.

Without being able to fight back, the great master fell.

Xu Yuanchang had a cold expression on his face. He waved his hand to take back the flying sword, without any trace of joy on his face for having killed the powerful man from the Eighth Floor.

His flying sword can be used twice.

I must use it carefully next time.

I hope Mu Xiaoxiao can find out who is behind this.

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(End of this chapter)