Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 454: Suppression and Leverage
"A demon cultivator who can advance to the seventh level must have a powerful force behind him, or he must be connected to the major sects in other regions."

The old man in black robe looked increasingly hunched and aged. He was skinny and his robe could not support his body. It fluttered in the air as if a gust of wind could blow it away. He leaned on a wooden crutch and looked in the direction of the disappearing banshee, slowly stating a fact.

After beating the younger ones, the older ones will come. After beating the older ones, the older ones will most likely come out.

He has experienced too much and has seen through the nature of the jungle in the world of cultivation.

Xu Yuanchang checked and counted the treasures in the seized storage space, and said with a smile: "'Everything in the past is just a prologue; wherever the heart desires, we should go forward with our feet.'"

Taoist Xu is currently in a rare heroic stage in his spiritual practice. He has the ambition to conquer the world and has changed his 700 to 800 years of cautiousness and careful planning.

Follow your heart, and when the enemy comes, we will fight him; when the water comes, we will block it with earth.

Can't I escape if I can't win?

I'm not afraid of anything.

He is not a stubborn person.

The old man in black robe nodded slightly, savoring the wise sayings that Taoist Xu occasionally uttered.

After following it for eight years, he has picked up many "truths" that are worth pondering.

Without any guesswork, one can know that this is what Taoist Xu learned from Taoist Yanshan. Even though he was itching to learn more, he followed the bottom line of not digging into the details and accepted as much as he could hear. Otherwise, he would lose the original intention of "training" and it would become robbery.

This whole life is spent in fighting, killing, and fighting.

There were already countless bones under his feet and a sea of ​​blood.

But this time it’s different. Some principles of cultivation cannot be snatched away from you. You have to understand them yourself.

Although his body was still decaying uncontrollably, the old man's coughing frequency had obviously decreased, allowing him to see a glimmer of light in the darkness.

The twelve continents of the Great Wilderness Mountain Region each have their own chaos. Two people and a cat walk in the wilderness, not showing their master's aura. The robbers in front of them are beaten to a pulp, and the robbers from different places behind them are still coming one after another to seek excitement.

Xu Yuanchang would never tire of beating up every robber, no matter if they were men or women, demons, gods, or monks. He would then use his fists to take away all their money, under the pretext of making those who had gained something for nothing "pay a painful price."

He has always believed that no matter how thin a mosquito's legs are, they are still meat.

What you experience is the state of mind and life, what you gain is the benefits, and what you seek is the clarity of the mind.

The old man admired the thief's attitude of not leaving empty-handed and commented, "You are not picky about food!"

When they left Linxianzhou and walked across the sea into Xiantaozhou, they were intercepted by two demon cultivators, a man and a woman, in a barren mountain on the third day.

"The older ones have been beaten, and now the older ones are here. Young friend Xu, go and reason with them, and I will just watch the show."

The old man in black robe smiled gloatingly while leaning on his wooden crutches, and stated in advance that he would not intervene to help.

"Uncle Helmet, it's that kid!"

The demon girl who was beaten beyond recognition last time, with hatred on her face and sharp wolf fangs bared at the corners of her mouth, pointed at the Taoist priest who was carrying an old bamboo basket ten miles away and accused him: "Don't let him escape, that guy is insidious and cunning, and he also raised an extremely rare seventh-level Yin-Yang Fire Spirit."

A middle-aged man wearing a dazzling silver armor, with a pair of bulging insect eyes and no eyebrows, looked a little weird. Behind him was a pair of insect wings covered with patterns, which were vibrating slightly, and whirlwinds were sweeping around him.

The man in the silver helmet glanced at the black-robed old man standing at the foot of the mountain, and saw through his faint aura that he was a seventh-floor man, so he was not a big deal. As for the mountain spirit black tiger disguised as a house cat, it was even less worth mentioning.
"Hand over the Fire Spirit and all the treasures on your body, and destroy your first level of cultivation, and I will spare your life!"

The man in the silver helmet stared at the Taoist who took off the bamboo basket and flew into the air to try to fight, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Defeat this poor Taoist first."

Facing an eighth-level insect cultivator, Xu Yuanchang did not flinch at all and was as tough as some kind of stone.

"act recklessly!"

The man in the silver helmet snorted coldly, and the sky suddenly became dazzling with silver light. The next moment, "puff", a cold light came quietly and cut Xu Yuanchang's figure into countless pieces at an incredibly fast speed.

The cold light did not kill the Taoist priest, but "boom", it razed several hills below to the ground.

The old man in black robe brought the black cat and used a magical power similar to "shrinking the earth into an inch" to escape a moment in advance, without showing any signs of presence, and perfectly avoided the aftermath of the sneak attack by the man in the silver helmet using the "serrated foot knife".

As a bystander, the old man cannot steal the Taoist's limelight.

He resisted the urge to hit the blind little helmeted insect to death with his walking stick for daring to disrespect the old man.

"Insect monster, come fight with me in the sky, don't destroy the flowers and plants, and don't commit more evil."

Xu Yuanchang appeared in the distance and flew into the sky.

He shouted casually, as if he was calling a dog.

The man in the silver helmet was furious. Ever since he had cultivated into the seventh level of demon realm, no one had dared to insult him by calling him a bug monster in person for three thousand years. He wanted to extract the soul of that human Taoist priest and use it to light a lamp. It was too hateful.

The sky was filled with cold shadows of swords and knives, which enveloped and extinguished the arrogant Taoist priest again.

The man in the silver helmet teleported and appeared in the sky 30 miles away. He used his demon sense to distinguish the fragments left by the Taoist priest, trying to find the whereabouts of the Taoist priest with great escape ability as soon as possible. He shouted, "Boy, you are not a hero if you can only talk. Don't hide if you dare. Take two of my moves and I will let you go. Otherwise, don't blame me for crushing that old man to death."

Before he finished threatening, the banshee who was watching the battle a hundred miles away was suddenly attacked.

Xu Yuanchang suddenly appeared from the sky, less than ten miles away from the witch, holding a three-foot bronze tablet in his hand, and shouted, "Witch, be beaten!"

The young white-haired demon girl was frightened by the Taoist priest. She waved a crescent wolf-tooth knife, and slashed out a ray of knife light that seemed real, trying to stop the Taoist priest. She hurriedly retreated in the direction of the reinforcements she had invited, blaming the old monster in the silver helmet for being so useless. As an eighth-level master, he could not deal with a savage seventh-story monk.

The banshee suddenly felt her mind was in a trance, phantoms appeared before her eyes, and a sea of ​​fire swept in from all directions.

She said inwardly, "Oh no!", the Taoist priest turned out to be a hidden illusionist.

The last time the four of them besieged the Taoist priest, they thought that the Taoist priest was a seventh-level practitioner who had trained to the sixth-level physique, was proficient in the art of talismans, had unpredictable movements, and even the form of his practice was so strange that he could hide his tracks.

Only then did I realize how wrong I was.

"Uncle Helmet, save me!"

At the moment when the banshee was confused by the fire spirit's sneak attack, Xu Yuanchang released the magic formula in his left hand, completed the magic spell, and cast Hurricane Shadow Flash, which turned into a lightning-fast arc-shaped afterimage, dodging the knife light and the attack from a distance, and crashed into the side of the banshee with the force of thunder. The semi-immortal weapon in his hand made a "bang" and hit the banshee who had just woken up but was unable to dodge.

With just this one strike, the Heaven-Suppressing Monument knocked the banshee so hard that her soul was shaken, her skull was shattered, and she was thrown several miles away.

"How dare you! Go to hell!"

The man in the silver helmet was so angry after seeing the miserable state of the banshee that he was fuming. His hands turned into two serrated foot knives and he leaped into the air. The shadow of the knives was as big as a mountain, but what he chopped into pieces was still the afterimage of the Taoist priest. When he arrived, the Taoist priest had disappeared without a trace.

The severely injured banshee's body was burst into red and green flames, burning her and making her scream.

Just as the man in the silver helmet turned around, a huge Dharma image a hundred feet tall suddenly appeared from several miles behind him and smashed down with a fist.

"You can show your ugliness even though you are a trivial person!"

The man in the silver helmet swiftly swung his two foot blades backwards, and the intersecting cold light easily cut off the huge illusory fist.

A loud shout was heard from the sky: "Suppress... for me!" A bronze tablet fell from the sky, and two glittering characters were like two mountains. As the word "Suppress" acted on the man in the silver helmet, it suddenly pressed him to the ground. "Bang", the huge bronze tablet hit the man in the silver helmet on the head.

Like driving a pile, he smashed the man in the silver helmet into the ground and he disappeared.

A series of dazzling and brilliant calculations fell into the eyes of the old man in black robe.

"Yes, the weak defeated the strong, and the trickery was used properly!"

Xu Yuanchang showed up, made a gesture with his right hand and pointed a finger. A sharp finger shadow wrapped in gold, black, and purple-gray turned into a bright and dazzling four-colored light, and "chirped", pierced through the head of the banshee who was entangled by the fire spirit.

He improved the Xuantian Finger based on his insights into emptiness and tranquility, and used the power of yin and yang as well as emptiness and tranquility to turn it into a unique skill called "Empty and Quiet Silent Finger".

This supernatural power is invincible and can annihilate the soul.

The banshee had no time to dodge. She screamed and died, transforming into a giant white wolf that fell downwards.

Xu Yuanchang used his magic power to roll the white wolf's body into space. There was no way he would let it go a second time.

"Bang", "Bang", the ground suppressed by the bronze tablet shook violently.

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“Boy, no matter how powerful the magic weapon in your hand is, it can’t suppress me for long. If you know what’s good for you, let me out immediately. Otherwise, when I escape, I will chase you to the ends of the earth and grind you to dust.”

A dull roar from the man in the silver helmet came from underground.

As an eighth-level demon, he was actually schemed against by a seventh-level junior to such an extent. He was filled with anger that he had no place to vent.

Unless that human boy is captured and tortured a hundred times, it will be difficult to eliminate the shadow of his demonic realm.

Xu Yuanchang flew down to the place where the ground was cracked and breaking, with a furry fire spirit on his shoulders.

He was practicing with the man in the silver helmet, trying out the semi-immortal soldier's magical power of "Zhen", and summarizing practical experience so that he could deal with Gu Du in the Qiyuntai blessed land in the future.

Using his finger as a pen and the power of emptiness and tranquility as ink, he once again wrote the word "Zhen" in cloud seal script on the clean surface of the stele.

An old man in black robe appeared beside him, staring at the Taoist priest using the power of rules to communicate between heaven and earth, and nodded slightly. Taoist priest Xu did have some skills and understood many things, but the magic of their application lay in his heart.

After a long while, Xu Yuanchang successfully completed the best character "镇" he had written so far.

There was a flash of light on the surface of the stele, and the power of heaven and earth pulled and suppressed the silver-helmeted man who was cursing and threatening below, and the cracked ground closed again.

"Xu Xiaoyou, your semi-immortal weapon is pretty good. How do you plan to kill that foul-mouthed silver-helmeted monster? Or should you let him go?"

The old man in black robe seemed to be curious and asked for advice as a bystander.

Boy, don’t you dislike killing?

How are we going to deal with the evil hidden underground?

Xu Yuanchang scratched his head in distress and looked at the old man who was watching the show. He did have a way to deal with the suppressed man in the silver helmet, but the cost was too high. He felt very disappointed as he had a ready-made leverage but could not use it.

He wanted to save that method for use against Gu Du.

An idea suddenly flashed through his mind. He thought for a moment and said with a wry smile, "I can't let him go. If I let this guy out, I won't be able to control him next time."

As he said this, he suddenly put the Heavenly Stele into the space.

The figure disappeared like the wind.

"Bang!" The man in the silver helmet who was freed roared and rushed into the air, his hair standing on end with anger. He swung his foot sword and killed the old man in black robe who was retreating leisurely in the air nearby.

The anger in his heart almost made him explode, and he bit whoever he caught.

"You old bastard, take this from me!"

The scolding was unpleasant.

The old man in black robe knew that he was being schemed and used by that cunning boy, but he didn't mind it. He thought that boy was smart enough to use this method to gain power.

He was annoyed that the monster had attacked him several times, and it dared to curse him like that. Did it really think he was a vegetarian monk?
He raised the wooden crutch and thrust it into the air among the cold shadows and flashes of swords.

"Bang", more than ten miles away, the wooden crutch hit the stunned man in the silver helmet on the head.

There was no grand momentum, just an ordinary blow.

The man in the silver helmet realized belatedly that something bad had happened and he had met a powerful master who was pretending to be a pig but was actually a tiger.

He couldn't hide at all, and even if he wanted to beg for mercy, he couldn't even utter a word.

Everything went dark before his eyes, his soul was gone, he lost consciousness and rolled to the ground.

"Bang", a big hole was smashed into the rocky ground, and it turned into a huge silver-helmeted monster insect. The top of its head cracked, and green mucus gushed out. It had already died.

Xu Yuanchang showed up. He witnessed the silver-helmeted man being easily killed by the black-robed old man. He hurriedly clasped his fists and apologized: "I have no choice. I can only rely on your help to resolve this dilemma. Please forgive me, please forgive me!"

Although I have been in the business for eight years and seem to be very familiar with it, I have taken advantage of a master and I must have the right attitude.

People are not blamed for being too polite, but being self-righteous often offends people.

The old man in black robe took back the wooden crutch. His eyes, shrouded in shadows, showed no emotion. He smiled and said, "It's okay. It's a great achievement for you to be able to take advantage of me. I'll give you a reward for catching that bug."

"Thank you very much. I cannot refuse your gift, elder!"

Xu Yuanchang clasped his fists. He always accepted rewards with pleasure.

What’s more, it is such a huge body of an eighth-level monster, and its whole body is full of treasures.

He landed on the ground and took away all the treasures and storage space on the monster insect. He used magic to seal the insect body so that the green mucus would no longer flow out. He was reluctant to waste even a bit, so he put the monster insect into the space and put it away.

The pair of foot blades and a pair of thin wings of the silver-helmeted monster insect can be cut off and refined into ready-made eighth-level treasures.

The huge noise of the fight here has already attracted the attention of many monks.

The monks who originally thought they could drink some soup were almost frightened to death. They were terrified by the powerful eighth-level demon insect, which was hit to death by a random stick of an old man wrapped up like a mummy. The answer was obvious.

The old man in black robe is definitely the top master of the Ninth Floor.

The monks who were watching the fight were horrified and scattered like birds and beasts, running as far away as they could.

How dare I watch this kind of deadly excitement for too long?
Xu Yuanchang extended his hand as a gesture of invitation, and continued to move forward with the old man in black robe, followed by a black cat that emerged from the ground.

Killing to stop killing has long been a common practice.

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(End of this chapter)