Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 258: The Method of Yin Yuan Ghost Infant (Please collect and subscribe!)
"Roar!"

At the critical moment of life and death, the trapped beast still fights.

As Li Zhuoyang's last breath was lost and his soul returned to the underworld, the ghost baby tree demon that had been knocked into the mountain wall by Lu Cheng's five punches let out a violent roar again, and its branches danced like snakes, and the whole mountain was shaking faintly under its struggle.

The circulation of Yin energy in the body recovered and started again.

From this we can see that Li Zhuoyang's so-called chess game of one move short was far from enough. It was at least several moves short. The magic power that a sixth-level monster could burst out at the critical moment of life and death was far beyond his imagination.

Even if they are both Yuanying Zhenjun, or even at the same realm and power, and practice the same technique, there are still strong and weak ones, and even a huge gap in strength. If you don't really fight with all your strength, you may never know the opponent's bottom strength. The same is true for monsters. If you practice for a thousand years and advance to the sixth level, you will still be at the sixth level after practicing for five thousand years, but the power that can be burst out in the end is much stronger than the former.

Li Zhuoyang underestimated the difference in strength between the two sides and ultimately relied on luck.

"Have you started to refine the second ghost infant fruit? This ghost infant fruit is not like the Yuanying Zhenjun, where one has to cultivate his life and soul together. Instead, it is more like a thousand-year accumulation of mana."

There was a gleam of fire in Lu Cheng's eyes. The Fire Pupil and Golden Eye, a magical pupil ability brought by the Samadhi True Fire Body Refining, had brought Lu Cheng a lot of information that transcended the perception of spiritual consciousness.

Falling treasures on the golden branch.

The method of seizing the sky and transforming the soul!

In the Qiankun bag on Lu Cheng's waist, a dark golden light flashed, and a branch that looked dull and yellow, but seemed to be made of gold, fell down from the air.

The power of falling treasure is the connection between the qi of the magic weapon and the cultivator, so when the golden branch of falling treasure dances, it hits the ghost baby tree monster, causing the qi of its own qi and the ghost baby fruit that is being refined in its body to temporarily dissipate.

Lines of extremely yin, refined and pure magical powers spread out and were swallowed up by the pitch-black, shrinking chaos holes that appeared out of nowhere all around.

But the most terrifying thing was that Lu Cheng's palm was already pressing on the tree of the ghost baby tree monster. If there were people from the Xuanmen with strong cultivation present, they would be able to see with their magic eyes that the vitality of the heaven and earth in this place seemed to have a huge chaotic hole.

The black and white entangled aura flashed brightly at the junction of Lu Cheng and the ghost baby tree demon's body and quickly poured into Lu Cheng's body.

Fortunately, this tree monster was very beastly and had a very strong desire to survive. It instinctively burst out with magic power crazily, and a large amount of extremely yin, refined and pure magic power was driven by it with all its strength to rush into Lu Cheng's body crazily, until Lu Cheng's meridians could no longer bear it. His face changed slightly, he took a step back, and gently exhaled a breath of turbid air.

But he then formed a seal with his hands again, and a huge golden figure with a height of one hundred feet appeared behind Lu Cheng. He roared and swung his palm to attack him heavily.

The seven sacred secret magics, the magic lamp and the dharmakaya.

Lu Cheng injected a large amount of the ultimate Yin magic power in his body into the Seven Sacred Magic Lamps, amplifying the power of this magical treasure while reducing his own refining burden.

"Almost done, come in."

"Jiuli Ding, appear!"

With the full infusion of his mind and magical power, and the performance of Taoist magic, the golden-green ancient tripod that had been hidden and sleeping in Lu Cheng's body flew out at this moment as the young Taoist waved his sleeves.

It quickly transformed from an illusion into reality, swelled in the wind, and expanded rapidly, finally filling the underground space. It seemed to be almost the same size as the heaven and earth, and far larger than the ghost baby tree demon. The heavy tripod slowly tilted, rolling up a sky full of burning dark golden light, which enveloped the sixth-rank monster layer by layer.

The Five Directions Five Elements Hammer severely injured him, the Falling Treasures Golden Branch interrupted his energy, the Heaven-stealing Spirit Transformation Technique devoured and weakened him, and the Seven Saints Secret Magical Avatars dealt the final heavy blow.

In a very short period of time, Lu Cheng had already displayed all his magical powers. It can be seen that he had calculated much more than Li Zhuoyang.

So Li Zhuoyang was doomed to die, and all his bets were destined to be lost the moment he placed them.

However, Lu Cheng observed carefully and for long enough, and most importantly, he had more chips.

"Roar……"

The sixth-order monster struggled with all its might, but under the layers of dark golden light that covered and enveloped it, its body slowly shrank uncontrollably, and then, little by little, it was swallowed up into the slowly rotating ancient cyan-gold cauldron.

In the Jiuli Cauldron, there are infinite worlds evolving. The more violent you are, the more horrible and cruel the world you are thrown into. The Golden Silkworm Gu of Hundred Poisons was protected by Lu Cheng, otherwise it would have been thrown into some wild world long ago.

"At least I didn't have to use the Five Elements Flying Sword and the Hundred Poisons Golden Silkworm Gu."

If it is still difficult to control, Lu Cheng will finally use the Five Elements Flying Sword to pin down the movement of its Qi, and then use the Hundred Poisons Golden Silkworm Gu to deter it.

Although the sixth-level ghost baby tree demon is powerful, it is restrained by Jin Xing's fifth-level poisonous insect. If there were not many golden silkworm poisonous insects left in his hands, this battle should be much easier than it is now.

After capturing the sixth-level ghost baby tree demon, Lu Cheng opened his mouth and spit out a transparent flying sword that glowed with five colors, invisible but tangible.

The whole person was swept up in the air by the sword light, and his body melted into the sword light and soared into the sky, quickly disappearing without a trace, leaving only the golden and red flowing fire all over the ground, the mess after the war, and the body of Master Li Zhuoyang.

Lu Cheng didn't even put away Li Zhuoyang's Qiankun bag. This was in Huanyun Valley. If there were any hidden restrictions on it and then traced back to him, it would be a waste of time and effort.

What's more, he must have spent all his family fortune on this battle.

The time was probably about a cup of tea ago.

The mountain area where Haoran Academy, one of the three major immortal sects in Cangyun Mountains, is located.

The elite monks of the three sects were fighting with swords and magic on the arena below, trying their best for the sake of their sect and their own paths.

And on top of the mountains, between pavilions and towers.

There were several Taoist and Confucian scholars with elegant demeanor, drinking tea and playing the musical instrument.

All six of them were Yuanying Zhenjun. With their cultivation level, even if they only paid a little attention, they could still see the sword fight below in its entirety without missing anything.

"This time, it seems that my Xuanmo Sect has come out on top again." A red-haired monk in a black robe glanced at the battle situation below and said to his other companions present with a smile.

There are two Yuanying Zhenjun of Xuanmo Sect, one male and one female. The male is the cultivator in black robe and red hair, while the female is dressed in a decent Taoist robe and is playing the piano.

Her piano playing is low and pleasant, yet carries a hint of unpredictable depth, like an undercurrent in the abyss. The melody is tortuous and changeable, implying a kind of captivating magic that makes the listeners intoxicated in that mysterious realm of magic.

Opposite her was a female cultivator in Confucian robes, sitting opposite her. The sound of the guqin was melodious under the control of her white jade strings. Every vibration of the strings seemed to be telling of the tranquility and serenity among the mountains and forests. The sound of the guqin contained the philosophy of simplicity. The heaven and the earth had righteousness, and they were mixed and flowing. Below were the rivers and mountains, and above were the sun and stars.

This is also a kind of struggle, but it is much milder.

Because the black-robed, red-haired monk's words caused some disturbance, inside the pavilion, another middle-aged Yuanying Zhenjun from Haoran Courtyard, who was enjoying the piano with his eyes closed, put his finger to his lips, signaling the red-haired monk to shut up.

This scene almost made the red-haired monk grit his teeth and explode, but at the last moment before he made a move, he seemed to have thought of something, so he clenched his teeth and did not make a move.

In comparison, the two Yuanying Zhenjuns of Huanyun Valley, one old and one young, looked a little embarrassed. They were originally sitting upright in the pavilion, but as time passed and the sound of the piano played, their clothes were gradually soaked with sweat.

The six people did not really fight, but gradually they could tell who was better.

The middle-aged scholar was caught between two piano sounds with completely different legal principles, but he seemed to be unaware of it and was only focused on appreciating the beauty of the piano sounds.

His magical power and character are the best among the six.

The second is the black-robed, red-haired monk, who seems a little impatient but still able to control himself. The devil is good at attacking but not good at temperament, so if they really fight, he may not lose to the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The ones with the weakest magical powers were the two Yuanying Zhenjuns, one old and one young, from Huanyun Valley. As time went by, their clothes were soaked with sweat.

In the comparison of the magic power of the two female zither-playing cultivators, the cultivators from Haoran Academy were also superior. When the two sects of demons and scholars were in a stalemate and fell into a long battle, it was generally believed that the latter had a better chance of winning.

Confucianism is full of righteousness and as long as it is not alienated by evil power, it will be strong, upright and full of righteousness.

But at this moment, the whole mountain range shook slightly, and ripples were heard in the teacups placed on the stone table.

"Ok?"

The Xuanmo Sect's female cultivator's mind and magic power were already somewhat weak, so she pressed the strings. The female cultivator in Confucian clothing opposite her did not continue playing and stopped at the right time.

"Is it because of a dragon turning over in Huanyun Valley, or some other accident? If so, Huanyun Valley's industrial income might suffer some losses. Why don't we give Huanyun Valley more resources and mineral veins this year?"

The middle-aged scholar only needed to take a quick look with his spiritual sense to know roughly what was going on. The ground dragon below Huanyun Valley was turning over, probably because of the aftershocks. At the same time, there seemed to be an accident in the underground mine.

"You Haoran Academy is rich and powerful, so don't worry, I am Xuan..."

"My Xuanmo Sect is also willing to share some of the minerals to support our fellow practitioners."

The black-robed and red-haired monk originally wanted to say that our Xuanmo Sect cannot afford to lose even one spiritual vein, but was interrupted by his junior sister.

"Brother, are you really going to force Taoist Huang and Taoist Liu to go to Haoran Courtyard by doing this? In this way, even if you take back a few more mineral veins, the sect leader will only punish you and not reward you!" At this moment, there was still a faint feeling of shock.

Everyone present frowned slightly. Taoist Huang from Huanyun Valley and Taoist Liu both stood up and apologized to everyone, then turned into rainbows and flew back.

"Friend Huang, we are of the same bloodline as Cangyun Mountain. If Huanyun Valley encounters any difficulties, please inform us in time."

At the last moment before leaving, Huang Laodao heard the thoughts of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

So he bowed to the Confucian scholar and quickly left.

However, as they flew away from the range of the spiritual consciousness of the four people, Taoist Huang and Taoist Liu both slowed down their flying speeds and began to regulate their own magic power while flying.

"Alas, Junior Brother Liu, it is my Huanyun Valley's lineage that has held you back. The Huanyun Valley's fundamental technique, the Huanri Dafa, is, after all, a set of illusion techniques that use the false to cultivate the true, and its power is limited. The third level of the technique is difficult to achieve without extraordinary talent or coincidence. Otherwise, with your qualifications, you wouldn't be in such a mess today."

“Brother, what are you talking about? I was born in Huanyun Valley, grew up in Huanyun Valley, and will die in Huanyun Valley in the future. If I were not a cultivator from the sect, but a cultivator from a family outside the mountain, a casual cultivator, or even a mortal, how could I be where I am today?

It's not that the fundamental laws left by our predecessors are not strong, but that we, the descendants, are incompetent. How can we blame our predecessors for not being able to cultivate to the highest realm? If that's the case, then the entire cultivation world, except for the few sects that have been passed down by Yuanshen cultivators, will be dead."

As he regulated his breathing, the originally pale face of the cultivator surnamed Liu gradually regained some color.

Don't be fooled by the middle-aged scholar who spoke in a gentle and elegant manner. In fact, from the perspective of his own sect, when he suppressed the Huanyun Valley, he was no more lenient than the Xuanmo Sect, and was even more vicious.

Recalling what he had said before, "We are of the same blood and share the same branches", Huang Laodao felt a chill in his heart. One is a Taoist and the other is a Confucian, how can they be of the same blood and share the same branches?
However, among the three sects of Xuanmo Sect, Huanyun Valley and Haoran Academy, Xuanmo Sect has a Soul Devouring Demon Lord with unfathomable magic power and four Nascent Soul True Lords. Haoran Academy has four Nascent Soul True Lords. At the same time, Haoran's Qi-type skills restrain the magic skills. In addition, the entire Qinzhou cultivation world outside the Cangyun Mountains is not peaceful. Therefore, the two sides are in balance with each other and barely balanced.

As for Huanyun Valley, it is the smaller one between the two. Huanyun Valley has two sixth-level fundamental skills passed down. Taoist Huang and the young man surnamed Liu both practice the Huanri Technique, but this technique is more about illusion and has limited lethality.

After making some adjustments to restore their magic power, the two Taoists Huang Liu quickly escaped into the underground mine of Huanyun Valley to check the situation.

Soon, with the powerful search of spiritual sense, the two found the place of the battle and Li Zhuoyang's body.

"The yin energy here is extremely strong. Zhuo Yang died here again. There are still a few remnants of formations not far away that have not been destroyed. The second earth dragon flip was caused by their magic. The purpose was to make the molten iron gather and flow down, turning it into a molten metal flow to attack a certain monster..."

"Killing monsters is a great achievement for the sect, so why do you have to hide like this? And then sneak away and escape afterwards?"

Although the two Taoists Huang Liu looked one old and the other young, they were both old monsters who had practiced for hundreds of years. After a few words of conversation, they had deduced almost everything.

"The remaining Yin energy here is so strong, coupled with Li Zhuoyang's performance... Yin Yuan Fruit, Ghost Infant Tree Demon!"

Huang Laodao was the first to react, and his eyes became fierce.

The Ghost Infant Fruit is a rare treasure from heaven and earth, a heaven-defying treasure that can be used to create a Nascent Soul cultivator for the sect with great certainty.

But what really attracted Huang Liu and the other two was the Soul-Nourishing Wood, which was also a rare treasure in heaven and earth. This thing could nourish the soul and spirit of the cultivator and make the spiritual consciousness gradually grow stronger. For them who had already cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage, it was a more important treasure than the Ghost Infant Fruit.

……

Such a heinous crime as causing the sect to lose the Ghost Infant Fruit naturally involved far-reaching consequences.

Two supreme elders stepped forward, and although Li Zhuoyang died, he could not escape punishment, and his entire family was arrested and implicated.

At the same time, a thorough investigation will be conducted to find out which other monks from other sects were involved in this matter.

Under the eyes of Yuanying Zhenjun, it was impossible not to see the remaining traces of the battle. Some Jindan Zhenjun even defected and fled, while others voluntarily confessed their crimes and accepted punishment.

But the most important thing is, where did the sixth-level ghost baby tree monster go? Did anyone try to steal the ghost baby fruit?
Later, a Jindan Zhenren explained under the Questioning God Talisman that he had seen the Ghost Infant Fruit being devoured by the tree demon itself. Only then did Taoist Huang and Taoist Liu finally give up, and naturally increased the punishment for all those involved.

Even Lu Cheng's hidden incarnation Tie Xiao was implicated, charged with negligence, and directly dismissed from his post.

This is truly unfair. Not to mention that these mine managers are only following orders. Even if they noticed something unusual and reported it, their immediate superior is Li Zhuoyang. Where else can they report it to?
But no one can forgive a serious crime.

Huanyun Valley almost lost an important opportunity to change its own predicament. Anyone would be filled with anger and find it difficult to control themselves.

Of course, Lu Cheng didn't care about losing his job, and he hid in a cave to practice in peace.

Instead, it was a few days later that he received a message from the Jiuxia Peak talisman.

Although Master Lin Qinghan was in seclusion, he also heard about this. He specially sent out a talisman to comfort Tie Xiao and promised to find a better position for him in the sect in the future.

Obviously, Lu Cheng's performance over the years has made Master Lin Qinghan regard him as his confidant. If he works harder in the future, he may be able to become a true disciple.

For the Qi training cultivators, this was naturally great news. But for Lu Cheng, he could only laugh it off.

"If I were in the Qi training realm, I would have to practice the Yin Yuan Guiying method to get a glimpse of the Yuanying realm. As long as you are careful enough and are determined to preserve your life, a cultivator in the Yuanying realm can almost avoid most of the disasters in this world.

The difficulty lies in concentrating on practicing Taoism for two thousand years, not being disturbed by external things, modifying one's nature, and accumulating Tao affinity."

Over the tens of thousands of years in the world of immortal cultivation, the Ghost Infant Fruit, although precious, has appeared several times. However, in the end, only one person who got this opportunity was able to achieve the body of the primordial spirit.

Most of the remaining people died in the external disaster. Two thousand years is too long. Cultivators also have children, relatives, and karma. If they can't cut them off, the external disasters will naturally accumulate. Even if they kill them, there will still be the great disaster of heaven and earth that is difficult to avoid.

Lu Cheng has been practicing Taoism for two hundred years, and his foundation in Taoism has become unparalleled. It is certainly impossible for him to turn to the ghost baby method.

However, how to maximize the value of the Ghost Baby Tree Demon and the two Ghost Baby Fruits is the problem that Lu Cheng needs to consider now.

"If I am willing to give up the dragon poison and cultivate into a Nascent Soul incarnation, although my magic power will not be able to continue to improve in the future, it can eliminate many external disasters in this world, and it will also be of great benefit to me in collecting Nascent Soul techniques."

When Lu Cheng raised his hand, a fat white worm covered with scales and with horns on its head appeared in the palm of his hand, wriggling back and forth.

This dragon Gu is extremely soft and gentle, and can be refined into any kind of physical form. Lu Cheng can naturally refine it into his own physical form, and then integrate it into the Ghost Infant Fruit to obtain a Nascent Soul incarnation, greatly increasing his self-protection ability.

Lu Cheng looked at the fat white worm in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and put it away. The Dragon Gu could transform the body and practice the second level of the Five Elements Transformation. His magic power was advancing by leaps and bounds. It was not in line with Lu Cheng's nature to cut off its connection with the Tao just because of his own temporary benefit.

Sitting upright on the altar in the cave, Lu Cheng made hand gestures and closed his eyes slightly to enter a state of meditation. After a moment, a ball of red light flew out from above his head and then flew into his chest.

The Jiuli world is evolving endlessly.

This is a dead and gray world. The sky is low and gray clouds cover the earth like a thick curtain.

The strong wind blew past, blowing up dust and gravel, which flew in the air and finally fell heavily on the mountain wall composed of countless gray-blue stones.

There is no sign of life in this world, only hard stones and cold sky, it is desolate.

But there is a tree here, as big as a mountain, its whole body is as black as ink, its wood is fine, and the trunk is filled with deep yin energy, which has almost turned into dark clouds, surrounding the trunk and branches, but it does not have a graceful posture, but instead reveals a sinister and devouring intent in silence.

Suddenly, a golden light appeared in the sky.

Lu Cheng was rapidly descending from there. On one side of his head was a dark purple colored glaze lamp. The flame burning at the wick, stimulated by magic power, instantly surged to a size of about a hundred feet and transformed into a gigantic pure gold Dharma body. He reached out and grabbed with his powerful magic power.

Although he had subdued this sixth-order monster, Lu Cheng had to enter the Jiuli world every few days to fight it.

By continuously attacking, he could reduce the speed of its recovery. Otherwise, once the ghost baby tree demon's injuries were fully recovered, Lu Cheng himself would not dare to enter this world, as he would be killed directly by it.

The ghost baby tree demon was inherently ferocious and unruly, and the Jiuli world it entered was full of evil waters and dangerous mountains. Coupled with Lu Cheng's intentional suppression, the Jiuli world it entered became even more barren and terrifying. The world was desolate and even the spiritual energy was extremely meager.

There is no spiritual energy, no blood food, only the Taoist who would suddenly appear and endless fighting and conflicts.

Upon seeing Lu Cheng, the ghost baby tree demon let out an extremely ferocious scream, and its endless vine roots rushed towards Lu Cheng like a tide of snakes.

Lu Cheng intends to practice the secret magic of the Seven Saints, and use the magic lamp body to perform the innate qi capture. Huge light palms continuously make various mysterious seals in the void, such as the sharp gold seal, Yi wood seal, Yi sea seal, clumsy fire seal, Wu earth seal, and the five elements and five qi circulate from the outside to the inside, mobilizing and stimulating human potential.

The huge palm of light sometimes turns into a fist and sometimes into a palm. In Lu Cheng's hands, he uses the righteous method to stimulate the magic power. It is so powerful that it can split the sky and the sea.

Rumble, rumble.

The blazing death energy collided with the transformed five elements' vital energy handprint with a loud bang. The whole earth shook violently and the mountains collapsed. Large areas of the mountains in this world collapsed in an instant. Several mountains were completely destroyed. The scene of destruction was as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was sinking.

"Human, if you dare to come again, I will devour the ghost baby and replenish my vitality!"

"Hahahaha, I have captured a ghost baby. If you want to harm yourself, I won't stop you, but I also tell you, since you have fallen into this world, I have plenty of ways to make you wish you were dead, but you can't live."

(End of this chapter)