Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 173: The First in the Magical Way in Three Hundred Years
"Although the General Outline of the Transformation of the True Spirit of the Xuan Sect is the unique skill of the Northern Sect, Master was deeply influenced by the skills of the righteous path, and this skill also takes the path of first difficult and then easy."

Lu Cheng has studied and read this technique, which he will focus on in the future, countless times, combining it with his own practice and the Blood Nerve Taoist method in his hands.

Lu Cheng's understanding is: a word or two can make you understand the mysteries, so why would you need thousands of books? If a person is not burdened by his physical form, then the Daluo Heaven is right in front of him!
From the perspective of the blood nerves, the original essence of a person is a ball of blood essence. By cultivating the blood nerves to return to the innate state, one can refine the blood shadow demon body. After that, one can polish and practice in various ways, and finally obtain:

The nine heavens and ten earths are boundless and reachable, breaking all the laws of the world, and the changes of the physical body and the spirit are so strange that they are impossible to guess.

Huang Longzi and Lu Cheng, on the other hand, wanted to cultivate the twelve, thirty-six, and seventy-two transformations by melting the blood of ancient monsters. By transforming various laws, they could sharpen their natures and trace back to the true blood of ancient immortals. This is the Taoist transformation and ascension technique.

Although the highest level of cultivators in this Tongxuan Realm is only the Golden Core Realm, if a cultivator has no ambition, what future can he have?

Taoist Huang Longzi is still working hard towards his ideal of transformation and ascension, so his cultivation can reach the top five level in this world, far surpassing his peers.

But from here on, Lu Cheng's own understanding was slightly different from that of Master Huang Longzi.

Because of his comprehension and cultivation of the blood nerves, Lu Cheng's understanding of the essence and blood slightly surpassed Huang Longzi's. This cognitive gap was so difficult for him to express in words, but it objectively existed.

"Huh, my mind is already in a mess today, so I won't gather the Heavenly Powers anymore. I'll just read a book or make a sacrifice to a magical instrument instead."

Between reading a book and refining a magical weapon, Lu Cheng temporarily chose the latter. He took out a pitch-black iron ring from his sleeve.

This iron ring has a hidden aura, but any cultivator with a little knowledge can tell that it is a magical weapon of high quality:

A fourth-grade, superior-grade star-capturing ring.

Lu Cheng practices the method of Doutian Hualing. The characteristic of this method is that the stronger the practitioner's magical foundation, the greater its power.

However, the cultivators who rely too much on this method cannot have a strong foundation of magic power, while the powerful ones rarely use it, like Lu Cheng.

However, he had previously obtained a fourth-grade, top-quality Star-Shooting Ring from the treasure house of the Ranmu Shanlin family.

This magical weapon is unique to the Lin family. After Lu Cheng obtained it, he was able to greatly increase the power of his magic to transform spirits.

The Lin family's evil magic combined with Lu Cheng's foundation in Taoism is extremely powerful.

However, in the past few years, I have returned to Guizang Mountain to practice Taoism and have not had many opportunities to make use of it. I have been refining this ring slowly and steadily.

He refined the magic weapon, and then took out a Taoist canon to study.

Lu Cheng's Yin-Yang Domain just floated aimlessly in the Nine Heavens Gale. This was not the first time he had done such a thing. After all, under the eyes of his master, few people dared to act recklessly. Even if he encountered an accident, Lu Cheng had multiple layers of defense around him.

In my spare time, I refine tools and read books, without worrying about worldly affairs.

He practiced Taoism by throwing away books, year after year.

Originally, Lu Cheng thought he could spend the day leisurely. But in the afternoon, when he was very relaxed, he suddenly felt something in his heart.

Lu Cheng turned over from the Dharma Domain Cloud Bed and looked down:
In the dark and deep forest below, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and rays of sword light were passing through the dense forest, like meteors at night, breaking the silence.

A group of male and female cultivators dressed in Taoist robes, most of their clothes were stained with blood, but their eyes were firm and resolute, with no intention of retreating.

"If we stay together, we won't be able to escape. Take Junior Sister and the others and leave first!"

After saying this, a female Taoist priest in Taoist robes suddenly turned around, drew her sword and slashed at the monk who was chasing her from behind. Her words were as powerful as iron. She was accompanied by two middle-aged male Taoist priests. Every strike of the three men's swords was made with all their strength, without regard for life or death.

Not far away, the monks from Miaohua Sect and Youming Sword Sect surrounded them from all sides. The female monks from Miaohua Sect had smiles on their faces, some even giggled.

The eyes of the Nether Sword Sect monks were gleaming with greed and cruelty. The Nether Sword Sect monks practiced with swords and death, and the continuous deaths of the Mingji Sword Sect disciples were a rare source of cultivation for them, which allowed them to comprehend the higher-level skills of the Nether Sword Sect.

Whenever the cultivators from Miaohua Sect and Youming Sword Sect came to encircle and attack, there would always be cultivators from Mingji Sword Sect who would step forward and use their own lives as shields to stand behind their fellow disciples.

The flying swords collided with each other, causing a harsh metallic symphony, and then the monk from the Mingji Sword School broke his sword and died.

It's not that they are not brave or that their foundation is not strong, but the gap in their magical powers is too great, so they have no way to resist.

Miao Chuyun held Master Han's broken sword in his arms, crying as he fled with all his might.

Around him, many senior brothers and sisters died to protect him. There was Senior Brother Fang He, who usually took good care of him, and Senior Sister Huiru, who was particularly strict and couldn't stand his soft temper.

Senior Sister Huiru wanted to be the head of the sect. She always bullied me, but just now, she and her two senior brothers died in battle to protect me. "Master, Master, why did you choose to pass the position of the head of the sect to me? I obviously can't bear it. Senior Sister Huiru is so strong, why don't you pass it to me?"

"Those demon cubs are coming again. Protect the leader. Zhongchen, Shiye, you two will cover their retreat with me."

The Mingji Sword Sect, one of the Nine Palaces Demon Realm, was defeated. It was not a small defeat with a few dozen people killed in the battle, but a tragic defeat. The entire sect was trapped in a dead end due to the betrayal of the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

Most of the disciples of Mingji Sword Sect either died or fled. Those who were left at this time were all die-hard fans of Mingji Sword Sect, but at this point, they had reached their limit.

From another perspective, people die in this world every moment, and every few years, second- and third-rate people in the Xuanmen sect are destroyed. From this perspective, the demise of the Mingji Sword Sect is nothing.

Qin Wanning thought so in her heart. She was dressed in a black gauze dress, holding a dark sword in her hand, and she was filled with death.

The Taoism of the Netherworld Sword Sect is indeed more suitable for her than that of the Divine Weapon Pavilion. In just over fifty years, Qin Wanning has already been promoted to the Condensed Evil Realm, flying down in the air with the help of the wind.

Sima Peng was following behind Junior Sister Qin, his eyes fixed on her alluring waist and hip curves, wondering in his mind whether he could subdue this popular Junior Sister Qin with his current means and make her his exclusive lover from now on.

Qin Wanning was of course aware of the gaze of her senior brother behind her, but she didn't care. It was ridiculous for a cultivator of the devil's way to talk about chastity. On the contrary, Qin Wanning was very good at using her capital, relying on it as a rare commodity and waiting for the price to rise.

At this moment, the distant sky was dyed with a blood-red color, so bright and vivid that it seemed as if the clouds in the sky had been solidified with blood.

The next moment, a ray of blood light suddenly fell, and the blood mist rolled, condensing into a human figure.

"Sima Peng and Qin Wanning from the Nether Sword Sect, I am honored to meet the true cultivator of the upper sect."

Sima Peng and Qin Wanning immediately half-knelt to greet him.

The blood-colored human figure waved his hand and said:

"Forget it. Why has it taken so long? Why haven't the Mingji Sword Sect's monks been wiped out yet?"

Before Sima Peng could speak, Qin Wanning spoke first:
"Shang Xiu Ming Jian, the remaining few are all Mingji Sword Sect's most loyal cultivators with the best aptitude. If they were to be refined into the Blood River, their spiritual wit and evil spirit would surely help increase the Shang Xiu's magic power."

Demonic cultivators of lower realms usually don't dare to make such direct suggestions. Sima Peng hesitated for a moment, but Qin Wanning was more decisive.

The bloody shadow turned around when he heard that. His face was pale as if it had no blood at all, his lips were extremely thin but bright blood red, and his blood red eyes flashed red from time to time, as if they could see directly into people's hearts, all of which made people feel awe-inspiring.

This young-looking cultivator first looked at Qin Wanning, and then moved his gaze to the mountains and forests. He was still trying his best to hide from Miao Chuyun and others who were resisting stubbornly, and there was a flash of blood in his eyes.

After a while he said:
"They are indeed very talented. Refining them into my blood river does not pollute my Dharma. I will credit you for this."

"Thank you, Shangxiu."

Qin Wanning half-knelt down and saluted, her pretty face flushed with excitement. She was always good at seizing opportunities. It was like this fifty years ago, and it is still like this today, fifty years later.

"Um!?"

However, at this moment, a man suddenly appeared in the encirclement of Miaohua Sect and Youming Sword Sect. He was dressed in Taoist clothes, young, handsome, and unfamiliar!
Upon seeing this person, the blood-robed monk couldn't help but hum lightly, because even he was not sure when and how this person would appear.

Just as he was about to turn into a blood rainbow and escape, he suddenly stopped and turned around abruptly, because Sima Peng and Qin Wanning from the Netherworld Sword Sect, who had been respectful to him just now, were now looking at the young Taoist with fear and awe on their faces.

And this look was obviously not because of him.

"Who is this person?"

He Cheng, the true disciple of the Xuehe Sect, asked this.

However, when the two heard what he said, they looked at him with a strange look in their eyes, and after a while they replied:
"Northern Sect Five Elements Sword Lucheng. Shangxiu, you have been in seclusion for too long. This person's sword killed three sects Yi Luo Dongyang, ranked sixth in the last Eight Scenery Ceremony, and then defeated the Thousand Corpse Sect and the Burning Wood Mountain Lin Family. He was evaluated by Qingxuan Zhenren as 'the best in the magic path in the past three hundred years'."

"That means Taoist Master Qingxuan really wants him to die. My Taoist skills are already aggressive, so if you add fuel to the fire, how can he not die?"

He Cheng sneered, but after hearing what Sima Peng said, he became extremely alert to the young Taoist in front of him.

Who is Taoist Qingxuan?

He is the greatest expert in the world of Yi-shu and numerology. He said that this person is "the best in the magic world in the past three hundred years". He must have seen something. If this person is not dead, he will most likely become a giant in the magic world in the future. Even now, he must be a tough guy who is very difficult to deal with.

(End of this chapter)