Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 201: One Sword for a Hundred Years, One Sword for a Whole Life (Please Subscribe!)

The first ancestor of the Zhang family was dull and lacked the talent for cultivation, but he was fortunately fortunate to discover a cave residence left behind by a casual cultivator in the late foundation-building stage when he was a teenager.

Relying on the cultivation resources in that cave, he reached the ninth level of Qi training at the age of forty.

Then he sold the third-level magic weapon of the senior cultivator and bought two foundation-building pills from the market. Relying on good luck, he quickly succeeded in cultivating the foundation and then created the Zhang family.

Things like the above are common in the Tongxuan world and are also the dreams of countless grassroots cultivators.

But in fact, even high-level cultivators would have such desires.

The secret realm of heavenly Buddha and the thousand-year-old heavenly ghost.

In essence, this is the cave left behind by a great cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage from the previous era. However, a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage is much stronger than a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage, so it is much more difficult to obtain his legacy.

Deng Dongyuan was ruthless. He teamed up with the Lord of Tianji Palace and the real people of both the righteous and evil paths to plot together. They used the lives of hundreds of thousands of mortals as bait and almost wiped out the dragon clan in the Hualongyuan Sea.

Even the Lord of Tianji Palace was sacrificed with blood here, but that thousand-year-old sky ghost was unbelievably powerful, and until now there are still some shortcomings, and he has not succeeded in subduing it - practicing ghost skills in human form and associating with it, and when his own magic power is not enough to suppress it, feeding it with blood to appease its ferocity, and then suppressing it with secret methods. This is also the conventional method, but Deng Dongyuan often sacrifices the golden elixir dragon and Tianji Zhenren, and the scale of his generosity is beyond the imagination of ordinary cultivators.

But the more you invest, the more you get entangled here.

Having come this far, Deng Dongyuan could no longer turn back.

If it weren't for the monks from Dongji Island who discovered the monks Mie Hongzi and Grandma Jinhua in the Purple Bamboo Forest in time, Deng Dongyuan would have planned to attack the monks from his clan around him:
Either the human and the ghost become one and get a glimpse of the road ahead.

Either we die together, or everyone dies here with us.

This is the mind and character of the first cultivator of the overseas magic path. Apart from oneself, there is nothing outside of the mind.

In the void, Deng Dongyuan and a group of cultivators from Dongji Island stood with their hands behind their backs. His eyes fell on Lu Cheng for a moment, then moved away.

He is just an outstanding junior. Under normal circumstances, he would still be interested in "taking care" of him a little.

But at this critical moment, his life or death is of no consequence to the overall situation.

Because even if the other party is not dead, he has a bright future. It will take at least a hundred years for him to cultivate to the Golden Core realm and catch up with himself. A hundred years later, Deng Dongyuan is confident that as long as he is not dead, he must have already transformed into a Nascent Soul, and can still suppress the other party.

So, after all, he is just an insignificant junior.

"...Hand over Grandma Jinhua and the others, and I will leave immediately."

Faced with this final ultimatum, Grandma Jinhua's expression changed several times, so much so that the disciples around her subconsciously reached for the storage devices at their waists.

The Twin Saints of East Island were so notorious that Grandma Jinhua and the others had no choice but to fear that Mie Hongzi would suddenly take action in order to protect themselves.

In a sense, this is the most rational choice.

Mie Hongzi noticed this, looked at Grandma Jinhua, and then faced Deng Dongyuan and said without flinching:
"Today it's Grandma Jinhua of Biyun Cave, and tomorrow it's us. You know the principle of survival and death, don't you understand after hundreds of years of practicing Taoism?
There is no need to say more. If you want to kill me, then kill me. We, the monks of the Hidden Sword Palace, have never betrayed our fellow monks."

The words are as loud as the sound of metal clashing.

Willpower is as strong as a sword, why should we monks fear death?
The female disciples behind Third Uncle Mie Hongzi, including Qi Fengping, Fang Shiman and others, all showed an expression of fighting to the death.

On the other hand, the cultivators in the Ten Thousand Beasts Incarnation Palace had higher magical powers and had practiced Taoism for longer years, but they all looked embarrassed. They had finally found two young sisters, and they did not want to fight to the death with Old Demon Deng and then die here.

However, Wu Lingjun, Nangong Jing and the others did not dare to say anything, for they knew well in their hearts that with Third Uncle's temper, if they said the wrong thing at this moment, they would be greeted by flying swords.

"Alas, Senior Brother, why did it come to this? In the end, we wasted our mana to raze this place, but we didn't get any help at all."

The atmosphere between Deng Dongyuan and Mie Hongzi was extremely tense, and it seemed that they were ready to fight to the death at any time.

A middle-aged scholar with a handsome appearance and some silver hair on his temples, which only added to his mature charm, walked forward a few steps and spoke to ease the atmosphere between the two Taoists.

Deng Dongyuan had not expected that Mie Hongzi would be so difficult to deal with. Although his side did have an absolute advantage, if he consumed his magic power and ended up with only a pile of dead bodies, it would be meaningless to him and he would lose twice.

At this moment, Deng Dongyuan wanted to devote all his energy and sheer sheer concentration to taming that heavenly ghost, rather than wasting it here. However, he was forced to step down by the ruthless and tough Mie Hongzi.

At this time, Shang Xiwen, one of the two saints of Dongdao and Deng Dongyuan's junior brother, stood up and spoke. The two brothers had a tacit understanding of cooperation for hundreds of years, and Shang Xiwen knew the true purpose in his senior brother's heart very well:
Use these people now as blood food for the Heavenly Ghost to eliminate its vicious nature. Although I don't mind using my own people, it is better not to use such means that will alienate everyone until the last moment.

Shang Xiwen had no doubt that if it came to the last moment, his senior brother would probably sacrifice his own blood without hesitation, but he also believed that with Deng Dongyuan's means and talents, he would often not be able to reach the last moment. This was an experience that had been verified countless times over the past hundreds of years.

What I have to do now is to achieve my senior brother's intention.

"Elder Miehongzi, there is absolutely no need to make this matter so unresolvable. In this case, my senior brother will not take action, and I, as your junior brother, will take over. Ten moves, no matter whether it is Elder Miehongzi or Grandma Jinhua, no matter who can withstand my ten moves, we will turn around and leave.

Of course, if you can't, please defeat that person and bring your disciples with you. This is also to deal with the sky ghost and prevent it from harming the people."

Shang Xiwen was worthy of being one of the two saints of the magic path. With just a few simple words, he shook the determination of everyone present to fight to the death.

As the saying goes, "surround three sides and leave one gap", this means that when attacking, the attackers must leave a "way out" for the enemy, regardless of whether they have the ability to annihilate the enemy. If they surround the city from all sides, it may prompt the enemy to make up their minds to fight to the death. On the contrary, if they deliberately leave a gap, it may make the enemy waver between fleeing or fighting to the death, and at the same time, it will also weaken their fighting spirit and greatly reduce their own losses.

The fighting power of Third Uncle Mie Hongzi is even higher than that of Grandma Jinhua, but at this moment, Grandma Jinhua's expression was gloomy and uncertain. It was obvious that she had planned to take action herself. She was afraid that Mie Hongzi would not use his full strength, which was also human nature.

Given Mie Hongzi's personality, at this moment and under these circumstances, she is willing to fight for Grandma Jinhua, but if Grandma Jinhua speaks up herself, she will not take action.

"But if half of the people are missing today, we will be the ones to lose tomorrow. Besides, whose side do the two junior sisters belong to? Judging from the character of this Jinhua Grandma, when she is about to die, she will definitely drag the two junior sisters with her to save her own life. By then, the situation will collapse and it will be difficult to save it."

The people of Lucheng who were standing by were able to see through everything. They knew clearly in their hearts that this "Ten-Move Agreement" was obtained by the two masters of their side fighting to the death with one heart.

If one person is missing and half of the people go, the next time the Twin Saints of East Island come, they will definitely not be so easy to talk to.

If I don't make an impact now, the situation will get worse and worse, and there will be no hope at all.

Therefore, before the middle-aged Taoist nun Jinhua Grandma could really speak, Lu Cheng stepped forward and said:
"Third Master, I wonder if you trust me enough to let me fight on your behalf?"

At this time, Mie Hongzi had also noticed the abnormal expression of Grandma Jinhua beside him, and he felt annoyed for a moment.

Just at this time, Lu Cheng intervened, making the master's mind clear for a moment. He knew that although he could disdain Grandma Jinhua, but if everyone wanted to survive at the moment, they had to have the help of a master cultivator like her, who was an indispensable help.

"Are you confident in facing Shang Xiwen, one of the Twin Saints of East Island?"

"I will not let my uncle down."

A serious monk would not dare to be the first in the world, but at this moment, if he does not fight, he will die. This is the time to fight to the death.

"..."

Looking at the young Taoist in front of him, Mie Hongzi seemed to see his two sworn brothers from many years ago. They were also so high-spirited and accomplished many seemingly impossible things and never let him down.

"Okay. Then Lu Cheng, just give it a try. If you lose, at worst we can just go with them."

After some hesitation, he knew that the disciple in front of him was an expert in swordsmanship, even better than himself. If Shang Xiwen looked down on him, perhaps the opponent could really last the ten moves better than himself.

Of course, if he can gain more chances of winning, Mie Hongzi will still try his best.

She flew forward and said:
"Old Ghost Shang, let my nephew take over here. If he loses, I, Mie Hongzi, will take the others to leave with you. However, he can't take ten moves. How about five moves?"

"Hahaha, good. Fellow Daoist wants to join us in exorcising demons and monsters, how can I refuse?" To gain a higher realm and reduce five moves, this deal is a good deal no matter how you look at it, so how could Shang Xiwen refuse?

But at the same time, his alertness reached its peak, and he decided to use all his strength as soon as he made a move:

Wu Xing Jian Lu Cheng, the "number one in the magic world in the past three hundred years" selected by Taoist Qing Xuan, was so famous that even Shang Xiwen, who was practicing in the overseas cultivation world, had heard of it.

What's more, some time ago, my senior brother made a move from a distance, but finally returned empty-handed, which seemed to be because of this person.

"Junior brother, you should be careful. This person has mastered the Five Elements, Blood God, and Transformation. He has also mastered all three of them. It is impossible to judge him by common sense. I am afraid that ordinary Jindan Grandmasters are not as difficult to deal with as him."

When the two sides passed each other, Deng Dongyuan conveyed these words.

"I understand, senior brother."

The two people on both sides stood in the void, each standing still. The people on both sides below had strange expressions.

The cultivators of Dongji Island would never believe that their ancestor, Master Shang, one of the two saints of Dongji Island, would not be able to defeat a junior in the late stage of Lian Gang within five moves.

Not to mention five moves, even half a move would probably be enough.

The disciples on Grandma Jinhua's side showed a look of relief. Lu Cheng represented the cultivators on Mie Hongzi's side, so at least their lives were saved for the time being. Of course, some people showed a vague look of uneasiness.

As for Mie Hongzi and the cultivators from the Ten Thousand Beasts Incarnation Palace, they all had different expressions. Although the gap in realm between the two sides was huge, five moves?

Lu Cheng never boasted about the things he did in his life, but no one could look down on the things he had accomplished over the years.

Otherwise, do you really think that Huang Longzi is a charitable person and dotes on his youngest disciple? Or that he would protect any disciple introduced by his sworn brother?
Neither of these, but this disciple really brought honor to himself and encouraged him. Everything he did made him happy and satisfied. After doing these things several times, he naturally became favored by him.

"Lu Cheng, the Fifth Element Sword Master, the ninth true disciple of Huang Long Zhenren of the Northern Sect, the best demon master in the past three hundred years among the younger generation. Even though I am practicing overseas, I have heard of your reputation."

"Don't dare to take it seriously."

Facing one of the two saints of Dongdao, an old monster who has been practicing for hundreds of years, Lu Cheng did not dare to be careless at all and had already sacrificed the Vajra Flying Sword.

Even with the help of external alchemy tools, it is not easy to survive five moves against a real person in the late Jindan stage.

But after repeated thinking, Lu Cheng has determined that this is the best chance of survival, once he lets his third uncle Mie Hongzi or Grandma Jinhua take action.

The chance that Third Uncle can survive ten attacks from the person in front of him is no more than 20%, while Grandma Jinhua is bound to lose, she just doesn't realize it.

Once we lose the combined power of the two late Jindan masters, our people will be like meat on the plan board, and they can be cut however they want. By then, no matter how strong our combat power is, it will be difficult for us to be like this now, and let alone for the other side to take us into consideration.

"What I am most worried about now is that Deng Dongyuan simply does not keep his promises. For a pure demon cultivator like this, keeping his promises is all about gaining benefits. As for face? I'm afraid he never asks for it when he shouldn't."

While Lu Cheng was distracted for a moment, Shang Xiwen had already made his move. A black and red magic fire flew out from his sleeves and chased towards Lu Cheng like a dragon.

This devil fire alone is enough to burn the soul of an ordinary Jindan master to ashes, and as long as the devil fire is not extinguished, it will never end.

At the same time, Lu Cheng sensed that he was covered by a strange feeling.

"Taiyi Tiandun Yin and Yang Wonderful Calculation!"

Lu Cheng keenly noticed that the old demon Shang in front of him put his left hand into his sleeve and stared at the divine light flowing in his eyes.

This first strike and even the subsequent second strike are not killing moves, although they are certainly extremely powerful, but they are used to measure one's own limits. After knowing the limit, the third move is the confirmation, and the fourth move is the fatal move, leaving one move left.

Pre-reading.

Through his rich experience in sword fighting and martial arts combat, he was able to judge his opponent's attack methods in advance. This was how Lu Cheng dealt with the Jindan Grandmaster's lightning-fast mind, just like a chess master who could predict the reaction of the opponent's beginner a dozen moves later.

Now this move was brought to Lu Cheng by Shang Xiwen through the Taiyi Tiandun Yin-Yang Miaosuan. If Lu Cheng had not obtained the core inheritance of Dongji Island through Xue Yuzhen, he would still be completely unaware of it at this moment, at least he would not be able to perceive it at the first time.

The sword energy and thundering sound, the golden sword light wrapped around Lu Cheng and wandered in the sky, being chased everywhere by the black and red fire dragon. If it fell into the water, it would burn the water; if it fell on the rocks, it would burn the rocks; it would burn everything and it was extremely poisonous.

But just as Lu City was enveloped by the flames that were burning more and more fiercely from all directions.

He suddenly put away the sword light and sacrificed a golden and red magic flag, a fifth-level low-grade golden fire flag. It needs to be nurtured for at least five years to be used once. This flag has been nurtured by the earth fire for twenty years. Its power burst out, almost as powerful as a fifth-level mid-grade magic weapon.

boom.

Just like an underground lava volcano erupting, the golden-red flames completely extinguished and engulfed Shang Xiwen's magic fire in a flash.

The Golden Fire Flag and the Vajra Flying Sword, these two fifth-rank low-grade magical instruments, all had a large amount of Buddhist techniques mixed into them during the refining process. Although these have their own drawbacks, they both have the ability to restrain demonic spells.

Therefore, the huge amounts of surging golden fire even turned into a fire dragon, swallowing up Shang Xiwen, and the attack and defense changed in an instant.

"Is this what you rely on? If that's all, I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Facing the golden flame that was coming towards him, an ice-blue flame appeared between Shang Xiwen's outstretched five slender fingers, and then spread across the sky.

The violent and fierce attack that was almost like an eruption of underground fire was actually frozen by the seemingly fragile ice flame, and it spread back and attacked Lucheng again.

Shang Xiwen showed a high level of control over his own magical power that far surpassed Lu Cheng. The magical power consumed by his Ice Flame magical power must be far less than that of the Golden Fire Flag that was nurtured for twenty years and then exploded at once, but the effect and power it caused were far greater.

However, after breaking the golden fire in the sky, Shang Xiwen's ice flame was also weakened. When it attacked Lu Cheng, Lu Cheng directly controlled the Vajra Flying Sword to split it head-on, breaking the magic with the sword.

"Sword Intentions become power, Five Elements Sword Intentions! With these two, I was able to break my Ice Flame Intentions. It's really powerful."

Two of the five moves have been made, but Shang Xiwen is not in a hurry. The Taiyi Tiandun Yin-Yang Miraculous Calculation is being completed. Once this technique is completed, the fourth move will be a sure kill. How can the opponent resist it?
As soon as he thought of it, a long flag popped out from Shang Xiwen's sleeve. With a slight wave, countless dark shadows emerged rapidly like a storm. This was not an ordinary spell, but a series of evil spirits with a shrill roar and a dark green body flying through the air at high speed!

The natal magic weapon is the fifth-grade top-grade Ghost King Flag.

The dead green color was so intense that it looked like a pool of stagnant water that had been rotting for thousands of years. Not to mention being bitten directly by the evil spirits, even the deathly intent they exuded was enough to kill the cultivators in the Condensed Evil and Refined Gang realms who passed by them.

But at this moment, Shang Xiwen suddenly looked up in surprise, because the aura of the young man opposite him suddenly changed.

The blood fire of his innate nature burned his blood and marrow. At this moment, an extremely strong bloody smell spread out with Lu Cheng's body as the center.

All around him, in the places not covered by his robe, there were wisps of blood-colored flames condensing and leaping out.

"kill!"

No word was uttered, but the hearts of everyone present seemed to be filled with a pervasive bloodiness.

With the Taoist's body in Lu Cheng as the center, all the evil spirits and ghosts in the sky surged up.

But the dozens or even hundreds of evil spirits that rushed towards him were chopped into pieces in an instant: there were miserable howlings, followed by a "bang" sound, and the souls of dozens or even hundreds of evil spirits flew away on the spot, following the sword momentum of Lu Cheng, and a huge blood sword about ten feet long was extended!
Slashing across the sky, a rainbow of blood swept across the sky. This was a sure kill, a sure victory, a sure death.

Facing the blood-red sword rainbow that was attacking from the sky, Shang Xiwen felt that he had made a wrong move and stepped into a killing game set up by an ancient chess master who had experienced thousands of battles.

At that moment he could really smell the scent of death at the tip of his nose.

Therefore, the fourth spell that can defeat or even kill the opponent in the Taiyi Tiandun Yin-Yang Miaosuan calculation was abruptly interrupted.

He threw out the remaining force to block the blood-red sword light that was falling from the sky for a moment.

"What's going on? This kind of magic power, this kind of swordsmanship!"

Shang Xiwen combined his natal magic weapon, the Ghost King Flag, and suddenly turned into a shadow, wandering in the sky, like a ghost devouring shadows, penetrating every hole.

But no matter where he swam, the blood-red sword energy that was slashing across the sky would go straight to his vital points.

At this moment, the entire golden body of the Vajra Sword that Lu Cheng used to swing was completely covered in blood.

Filled with an unparalleled brutality that wanted to kill all living things, my Buddha nature had completely disappeared: I even gave up my own life.

How can we compete with the little bit of Buddha nature in the Vajra Sword?

"what!"

Finally, Shang Xiwen, who was forced into a state of nowhere to escape and retreat by the sword light and sword energy that were slashing down from the sky, let out a fierce roar.

When he reached the desperate situation of sword energy killing, he waved the Ghost King Flag in his hand violently, and released a powerful and condensed magic power to attack the blood-colored sword energy in front of him.

Rumble.

Sword energy and blood scattered everywhere, and Shang Xiwen was still forced to retreat several steps by the sword energy. He could hardly believe the damaged meridians in his body and the faint flow of blood.

At this moment, five moves have been made, and not only has he failed to defeat his opponent, he has even been injured by the counterattack of this young man?
Suddenly, his face was flushed with anger. Shang Xiwen subconsciously took a step forward, but he was met with Lu Cheng's ferocious and crazy eyes:
If you strike me with the sword again, I will kill you.

"That's enough, Junior Brother. It's worth the trip to see someone cultivate the Blood God Technique to such a level, even if I lose this bet.

I have always been annoyed with that old ghost Qingxuan, but I have to admit that he is unparalleled in terms of magic skills."

At this moment, Deng Dongyuan and Shang Xiwen seemed to have switched places, with the former becoming cold and rational, while the latter was more easily overwhelmed by emotions.

In other words, over the past few hundred years, the only person who was truly indifferent and rational was Deng Dongyuan.

After taking a deep look at the young man below, Deng Dongyuan turned around with a smile on his face and said, "Let's go."

Led by Deng Dongyuan, those Dongdao monks left unwillingly.

The cultivators from Cangjian Palace, Ten Thousand Beasts Incarnation Palace, and even Biyun Cave Mansion were all ecstatic because they had saved their lives.

"This time, thanks to my junior brother's profound swordsmanship, we will report this achievement to our master after we return to Guizang Mountain." Nangong Jing stepped forward and said this with a respectful face, but it was hard to say how he would say it after he really returned to the mountain.

Only Wu Lingjun and Xiao Yuhong looked at Lu Cheng's suddenly pale temples and the few extra strands of gray in his long hair with some concern.

However, being able to fight to survive the death calamity is also considered good. Most cultivators don't even have the leeway to fight when facing the death calamity. This is the important reason why the Blood Nerve has been passed down to this day and is crazily pursued by cultivators all over the world.

Lu Cheng took a deep breath and felt the changes in the flow of life and death energies in his body.

The Buddhist Nirvana is the great way, and so is the Taoist life and death? Lu Cheng, think about it and understand it.

(End of this chapter)