Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 141: Conquering the Nine Golden Corpses
Suddenly, it was as if the whole world was dimmed, and all the light was concentrated in the center of the Hanlin Tourmaline. There, a huge water Qilin Dharma image was transforming from virtual to real and condensing into shape.

It has a dragon head and deer horns, snake scales and an ox tail, a tiger back and bear waist, and is shaped like a elk. Its body is covered with fine, aqua blue scales that sparkle as if there is a clear spring on each scale.

Descendant of the ancient demon beast, the water qilin!

As this Dharma image appeared, the air around it suddenly became extremely cold, and even thick ice had formed on many of the surrounding rocks.

It is a top-level fourth-grade magic weapon, and only half a step away from being promoted to a fifth-grade innate magic weapon. Especially since Second Senior Sister Wu Lingjun's skills and magic techniques are integrated with the magic weapon, in her hands, even a fifth-grade low-grade magic weapon would not have the power of the Hanlin Bixi.

"The Palace of Ten Thousand Beasts, enemy attack!"

As soon as the Hanlin Bixi appeared, all the cultivators of the Thousand Corpse Sect present turned pale and looked miserable almost instantly.

After all, the Ten Thousand Beasts Incarnation Palace is the most feared force. The high-level cultivators of the Thousand Corpse Sect may pay more attention to Huang Longzi and his wife, and the more than ten Jindan elders of the Northern Sect. However, cultivators of the same level like Yuwen Zheng and Wu Lingjun who are only one step away from the alchemy path should also be taken seriously. At least they can recognize the famous natal magic weapon, the Hanlin Bixi.

Once this magical weapon appeared, it meant that the main altar of the sect, which had been operated for hundreds of years, had been exposed. Regardless of whether the enemy attack could be repelled, the Thousand Corpse Sect was doomed to suffer heavy losses, and might even be destroyed and its inheritance cut off.

Some innate magical weapons are mainly made of their own materials, such as most flying swords, and the Qianchongfeng type that are used to kill or smash people.

Some natal magic weapons are famous for their magical powers, such as the Hanlin Tourmaline.

The water qilin is a kind and auspicious beast, but Wu Lingjun is not.

The area within the coverage of this top-level fourth-grade magical weapon was enveloped by a dark blue icy glow, and a vortex of ice wind formed and swept across the sky and the earth, raging in all directions. Almost all non-water magic was suppressed, and after a moment, icy rain condensed and fell, freezing the magic veins.

The sixteen evil cultivators of the Thousand Corpse Sect had just consumed a large amount of their spiritual power and magic. At this moment, their protective magic power was suddenly consumed rapidly and icy rain fell on them. In an instant, four of them were frozen into solid ice sculptures, with expressions of shock and fear still on their faces.

"Meet the enemy!"

The contemporary leader of the Thousand Corpses Cult roared at the top of his lungs and at the same time used his own magical weapon, the Corpse Refining Hook, but before he could take any further action.

A blazing whip of fire had already lashed close to him.

The fifth-level magic weapon, the male and female immortal whip.

Although it is a fire element, it implies the intention of breaking the law, destroying the law, and even breaking evil and killing immortals.

It was a magical weapon for protecting his wife that Huang Longzi had refined after exhausting all his resources and using all his favors and money.

With this treasure in hand, all cultivators in the world will be wary of Madam Baoxiang.

At this moment, the whip was hitting the contemporary leader of the Thousand Corpses Sect. This man could be said to be a man of great talent and strategy, but after the whip fell on his body, his powerful protective aura was instantly broken, followed by the explosion of the magic power around his body.

Several important acupuncture points on the Thousand Corpse Sect Leader's body burst into blood mist, blood gushed out, his face turned pale, and finally he staggered to the ground and couldn't get up.

It was because of his great talent and strategy that even Wu Lingjun had heard of him, so they killed him first to avoid any complications.

Sure enough, with the instant defeat of the Thousand Corpse Sect leader, the morale of the Thousand Corpse Sect monks present was obviously greatly reduced and their hearts were unstable.

Wu Lingjun held the Male and Female Immortal Whip in her hand, and she felt the urge to strike again, but after thinking about it, she put away the treasure and used her own magic weapon instead.

Some Jindan Zhenren can condense their own magic power into their own magic weapon and lend it to their disciples for use. However, even Jindan Zhenren cannot control the condensation of magic power for too long as there is a time limit. Secondly, lending out one's own magic weapon is itself very dangerous.

Each life-saving magic weapon requires a lot of resources, effort, and countless hard work to refine. If it is borrowed casually and lost accidentally, it is not a question of how big the loss is, but whether the Jindan Zhenren can survive the next forty-nine disasters.

What's more, there are monks in this world who are proficient in the art of cursing and exorcism. If a magic weapon falls into their hands, its owner will be skinned alive even if he has extraordinary means.

Therefore, Jindan Zhenren is very cautious about bestowing life treasures, and those who can receive them are mostly very close disciples:

For example, Yuwen Zheng and Wu Lingjun have been with them for hundreds of years, or even since childhood. If the life treasure is given to someone like Lu Cheng who has only been in the sect for a few years, it can only be said that the calamity has blinded his heart and mind.

The cold unicorn tourmaline formed a domain of law, and the huge water unicorn with a dragon head, deer horns, snake scales and ox tail ran out from time to time, killing the high-level monks of the Thousand Corpse Sect one by one.

In addition, Wu Lingjun also offered a magic flag and a pearl to echo and amplify the power of the Hanlin Tourmaline.

Her magic and body were one, and she stood under her natal magic weapon and didn't care about defense at all. On the other side, Lu Cheng was not idle either.

Controlling two fourth-grade top-grade flying swords, Cang Yan and Qing Ming, they had already been among the five Hades generals. Compared with those sect elders, the Seven Hades generals of the Thousand Corpse Sect fought in many battles and were responsible for killing and eliminating dissidents for the sect. Their adaptability and fighting abilities far exceeded those of the sect elders.

Lu Cheng knew this in his heart, and he used his own blood fire to connect the qi and blood in his body, burning his blood and marrow to sacrifice blood to the sword. Every sword he swung consumed six months of his own life in exchange for powerful and endless magic power in his body. He then used the meridian-breaking sword energy method to speed up the circulation and use his own physical body to gather the magic power. Finally, he concentrated it and burst out with the sword power and speed of the Refining Gang Realm.

In the surprise attack, two of Wu Ming's generals were instantly killed by his extremely sophisticated and sharp swordsmanship.

But in fear, the remaining three Hades generals summoned a large number of refined corpses to protect themselves, and so did the remaining elders of the sect.

In an instant, the domain was filled with a large black mass. It seemed that there were more people than before, but they were all guarded by dozens of powerful refined corpses.

Four of them were frozen in ice, the leader of the Thousand Corpses was whipped to death, two of them were killed by Wu Lingjun's Water Qilin form, and two were killed by Lu Cheng using his blood to sacrifice his sword.

It sounds long, but in fact, in a very short time, nine of the sixteen high-level monks of the Thousand Corpse Sect had been killed. Lu Cheng let out a breath, put away his sword and retreated.

If he continued to chop down, he would be out of control. Moreover, even if he used the Meridian-Severing Sword Energy Technique to control the outburst, the magic power he released with each sword strike would consume his own lifespan.

Three hundred and ninety-four years of life may seem like a long time, but if you subtract the seventy-seven years you have already used up, you will have three hundred and seventeen years left. Subtract nearly two years from that, and you will have three hundred and fifteen years left.

"Everything can be reversed, but time cannot be moved. Even if I cultivate the Golden Elixir and live another four or five hundred years, the lost life span will not be returned. Does it mean that I don't need time to achieve enlightenment from the Nascent Soul to the Primordial Spirit?"

"Heaven destroys people, using only time as a knife, which makes people unable to resist and regret."

The more he consumed, the more Lu Cheng comprehended the true meaning of Taoism through actual experience. However, he did not immerse himself in the nearly omnipotent power of his innate blood and fire magical powers. Instead, he flew down and avoided the subsequent fight of magic and swords.

The reason why she was able to kill nine people in a row just now was because of the sneak attack, the timing, and the amazing power of the Male and Female Immortal Whip. Lu Cheng estimated that the remaining six people would be enough for the second senior sister to deal with, but with the Male and Female Immortal Whip protecting her, she would be invincible no matter what.

In fact, the situation above was exactly as Lu Cheng had imagined. The Thousand Corpse Sect monks who were suppressed in the Hanlin Bixi domain had become trapped beasts. They gave up the idea of ​​escaping easily and each of them summoned their own innate magic weapons and refined corpses to fight frantically with Wu Lingjun.

Wu Lingjun has taken back her pearl magic weapon and replaced it with a flying sword to perform the Jade Dragon Sword Technique. For a cultivator who practices the Ten Thousand Beasts Incarnation Palace Sword Technique, it is easy for him to cultivate two sword skills: sword energy transformation and sword light transformation.

What Wu Lingjun cultivated was the transformation of sword energy and mimicry. She used her own magic power or sword energy to simulate real dragons and phoenixes or other powerful innate creatures. After successful cultivation, she could greatly reduce the mana consumption of performing such magical powers, because these powerful mimicry spirits were like having short lives themselves. They could devour the vitality of heaven and earth and replenish themselves to become stronger.

According to historical records, in ancient times there was a powerful monk who practiced a spell called the Nine Fire Dragon, which endowed the spell with spiritual energy, thus giving birth to life. He manifested his holiness through Taoism and was close to the realm of the Creator, so powerful that it was unbelievable.

In the ice-blue domain, amidst the cold wind and rainstorm, Wu Lingjun used his sword energy to mimic a giant dragon that was circling, soaring, and roaring. As the sword light swept across, there really was a dragon-shaped sword energy shuttling back and forth, and there really was a dragon's roaring and growling.

"Kill her! Whoever kills her will take the position of the Thousand Corpse Cult leader. We will all respect her and obey her orders!"

"I swear to my ancestors that I will kill you!"

Within the magic domain, magical weapons and refined corpses were flying everywhere, but Wu Lingjun's eyes were deeply focused, and he controlled the flying sword, and extremely cold ice air swirled around his body.

After hundreds of years of practicing Taoism, one has accumulated profound knowledge, but sometimes, without experiencing the trials of life and death, one will never know what is lacking or insufficient.

On the other side, Lu Cheng entered the corpse refining cave, his figure flying, and he looked around at the sealing talismans in the cave and the black spell chains buried deep underground.

Along with the sounds of fighting and shouting outside, Lu Cheng noticed that dark red sticky blood was flowing down.

"Sneaky, it's true."

The Taoist stood in the air, and after a few thoughts in his mind, he figured out the key.

As the blood seeped in bit by bit, the sealing talismans in the Corpse Refining Cave faded one after another.

Finally, the whole ground began to rumble and shake.

The Ten Thousand Beasts Incarnation Palace was invaded, and the Thousand Corpse Cult was on the verge of being wiped out. So the few remaining high-level monks of the Thousand Corpse Cult secretly cast a spell to turn their dead fellow disciples into blood, which was then merged into the Corpse Refining Cave, in an attempt to awaken the golden corpse that was sealed there.

In this way, they could take advantage of the chaos to escape and save the sect's fire. If they retreated, they could drag the Wanshou Huashen Palace into misfortune. Even if these revived golden corpses could not kill Huang Longzi and his wife, they would be enough to worry about them for a while.

With the state of Taoist Huang Longzi, his mental energy was too much, and he might have gone astray and fallen into a calamity. This kind of thing was not without precedent in the Tongxuan world.

Click, click, click.

The earth cracked, and golden corpses emerged from the soil. They opened their eyes, which were filled with scarlet red.

Fighting was strictly prohibited near the Thousand Corpse Sect's Corpse Refining Cave, and it was sealed off by formations to keep any living creature away. They were afraid that the bloody and foul air would awaken the sleeping golden corpse.

What’s more, the situation is like now, a large number of high-level monks have died, and then were turned into blood by secret methods and merged into the ground.

However, a Taoist priest had already flown and blocked the exit of the Corpse Refining Cave.

"Nine. Where are the remaining nine?"

Although he was confused, Lu Cheng did not stop his movements. A green ancient tripod appeared between his palms.

Then the lid of the cauldron opened, and the nine golden corpses below were taken in. The brilliant dark golden light illuminated the entire corpse refining cave for a moment.

Even the demon gods at the end of the world had been subdued by him with the Jiuli Ding, so Lu Cheng did not think that these golden corpses that had been suppressed for thousands of years would have any room for resistance when facing the Jiuli Ding:
He was not a human and was seriously injured. Just because of these two points, he was suppressed by Jiuli Ding.

The reality was exactly as Lu Cheng had imagined. Under the cover of the dark golden light, the golden corpses that had just emerged from the ground cried and screamed, but were involuntarily absorbed and swept by the light, and each of them fell towards the ancient green tripod that was slowly rotating in the air.

It was at this moment that a strong sense of crisis suddenly emerged in Lu Cheng's heart. Lu Cheng was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he summoned the Cang Yan and Qing Ming swords without hesitation.

But just because of this moment of shock, Lu Cheng's powerful Five Elements body protection was immediately broken, and he was hit hard immediately afterwards.

Lu Cheng fell backwards, but fortunately the two swords were already in his hands.

Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang…

The sound of swords and hammers clashing could be heard continuously, followed by uninterrupted sounds, in the corpse refining cave. The swords were flying swords, and the hammers were fist hammers. The louder the sounds, the more Lu Cheng retreated. He couldn't even stab out a sword counterattack. He could only change his body shape and dance with his two swords to block the heavy punches from the nine golden corpses coming from all directions.

Punches, swords, and clangs, clangs, clangs, clangs, echoed throughout the corpse refining cave.

The difference between a Jindan Zhenren, a Jindan Grandmaster and an ordinary Liangang realm cultivator lies in the fact that their spiritual consciousness and magical power are more condensed and powerful, as well as the speed at which their spiritual will operates.

In Lu Cheng's words, once a cultivator succeeds in refining the golden elixir, no matter what grade the elixir is, his innate spirit will evolve and his reaction speed will be greatly improved. This is why cultivators often live in seclusion after they have succeeded in refining the golden elixir. Because when these masters come into contact with ordinary people, they feel that the people around them are all idiots and their minds are slow, which is the difference between immortals and mortals.

Therefore, Jindan Zhenren often only teaches a few smart disciples, and leaves other things to the disciples.

This is why the refined corpses often move slowly and sluggishly. At this moment, Lu Cheng feels that the golden corpses surrounding him are as fast as lightning. They are only slow and sluggish in the eyes of the Golden Core True Man.

Fortunately, Lu Cheng had a solid foundation and a higher tolerance for mistakes in body training. At this moment, his reaction was extremely fast. He quickly connected blood and fire and summoned two swords to perform a set of defensive sword techniques on himself that was impenetrable to wind and rain.

He managed to save his life before the Jiuli Ding absorbed the nine golden corpses.

When we subdued the Golden-Winged Roc before, the opponent did not put in much resistance because it had been hit by the Ten-Sun God-Splitting Curse, which split its mind and body into ten parts, and only one tenth of its magical powers remained.

In fact, this was the first time that Lu Cheng used the Jiuli Ding to capture a Jindan-level demon, and he was almost beaten to death on the spot.

(End of this chapter)