Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 464: Sword cuts Qingming's seven emotions, and Chilong brings his son to worship the immortal (woohoo, readers are requested to reward and subscribe)
In the Jiuli world, deep in the wild jungle, ancient trees are towering and vines are entwined like dragons and snakes.

The scorching sun shines through the gaps between the branches, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

The spiritual energy here is so rich that it almost turns into substance. Mixed with the miasma from the mountains and forests, it condenses into colorful mist in the air, but is also mixed with a primitive and wild aura of evil.

Lu Cheng was wearing a Taoist robe and standing on a piece of blue stone, his sleeves fluttering in the wind.

In front of him was a wide and deep cave, the entrance of which was now covered and blocked by dense, rough blood cocoons.

Lu Cheng put his right hand together and placed his fingers on his forehead, mobilizing his mind and magic power. There was a faint golden-red light flickering in his eyes:
The flaming pupils and golden eyes are the best pupil techniques in the world.

The world in front of me suddenly became clear, even transparent.

Through this pair of magical eyes, Lu Cheng could see that inside the cave, inside the blood cocoon, there was a dog demon that was completely black and as big as a hill, with fangs like swords and eyes as red as blood.

There was a thick and impenetrable demonic aura lingering around his body, and he looked extremely painful.

Of course it would feel pain. It was originally just a fourth-level dog demon. Later, it was captured by Lu Cheng by chance. Because of its natural talent and magical powers, it was cultivated by Lu Cheng all the way to the peak level of the sixth level.

Now, only a thousand years have passed, and we need to make another breakthrough.

The innate magical power is "the sun and the moon in the belly, swallowing the sky and the earth!"

This magic technique can transform all the spiritual energy and vitality swallowed into its belly into its own. Frequent use of it can greatly improve one's natural magic power, no matter whether the target is human or monster.

However, throughout history, all the great demons who have practiced this magic, whether they have gained enlightenment through innate talent or acquired cultivation, almost always end up with their stomachs ruptured and their lives ended.

Because practitioners have limited potential and luck, and this evil technique has taken away the secrets of heaven and can run rampant with it, the final outcome is naturally nothing but death.

Lu Cheng formed seals with his hands, and the 365 major acupoints on his body lit up with blood-red light at the same time, forming a talisman.

All treasures of the incarnation belong to the original body, but the reverse is not necessarily true. Of course, due to the conflict of the practice system, Lu Cheng could not use the abilities of the Ten Thousand Talisman Body and the Blood Talisman to the Mysterious Acupoints perfectly, but only understood and comprehended them to increase his Taoist resources.

At this time, these talismans were like living things, moving under his skin and finally gathering at his fingertips.

The Taoist drew in the air, and blood talismans appeared out of thin air, emitting a strange red light, and then slowly flew out and imprinted into the body of the dog demon in the blood cocoon.

“Roar——” The dog demon roared in pain, with every hair on its body standing up.

The blood talisman entered the body, like a hot iron, burning its flesh and bones.

The birds and beasts in the primitive jungle sensed this evil aura and fled in panic. No birds or beasts were seen within a hundred miles.

Lu Cheng's expression remained unchanged as he continued to mobilize his magic power.

A blood bead flew out beside him, and there seemed to be an endless sea of ​​blood churning in it, using it as a medium to continuously provide magic power to those blood talismans.

Inside the cave, inside the blood cocoon, the dog demon's body began to undergo strange changes. Its bones crackled, its muscles swelled, and its fangs grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. Corrosive venom dripped from the tips, corrosive poison corroded the rocky ground, leaving holes in it.

"I have begun to advance, but it is not enough." Lu Cheng's eyes flashed, and he pointed his finger like a sword at the blood bead beside him, forcing out a drop of blood essence from it.

The blood was not bright red, but had a dark golden color. It turned into a complex and mysterious talisman in the air and went straight into the dog demon's brow.

The blood path technique devours the world to extract the original true blood.

In an instant, the color of the world changed!
Above the forest, the originally clear sky suddenly became overcast, and the lightning snake was wandering in the clouds.

The dog demon howled towards the sky, the sound shaking the whole area, and a dark evil aura rose from its body and soared into the sky.

This is a sign of an imminent breakthrough to the Divine Transformation Realm, and is also a test from Heaven on the demons that go against Heaven.

"The divine tribulation." Lu Cheng frowned slightly, but was not panicked.

He waved his sleeves, and the All-Spirit Blood Pearl floated out, turning into a blood-colored barrier to protect the dog demon. At the same time, the Nine-Chapter Jade Talisman flew out from Dantian, with the talisman as the center, spreading a mysterious talisman formation in the air to weaken the power of the heavenly tribulation.

Normally, one cannot bear the heavenly tribulation on someone else's behalf, but there are some differences between cultivators and beast tamers.

The first bolt of lightning struck, as thick as a bucket, with a dazzling purple light. It broke through two layers of defense, and the dog demon was torn to pieces, but it also absorbed a trace of lightning essence from the lightning, and its wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Lu Cheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly and continued to cast spells to maintain protection.

The second and third thunderbolts fell one after another, each one more fierce than the last. By the seventh time, the thunderbolt had turned into red-gold, containing the power of destruction.

The dog demon hiding in the cave was charred all over, with a weak breath, and was about to be reduced to ashes under the heavenly calamity.

"Hold on!" Taoist Lu Cheng shouted softly, and the blood bead of all spirits beside him suddenly disintegrated and turned into countless blood threads that drilled into the body of the dog demon.

This is the "Blood Demon Parasitism" technique from the infinite magic of the sea of ​​blood. It uses one's own blood magic as a guide to transform into a blood nightmare to help the target survive the critical moment of life and death.

Because of Lu Cheng's spell, the dog demon's body began to expand again and soon broke through the cave. In the blink of an eye, it became as big as a mountain.

"Woof woof woof woof!"

It sounded like the barking of a domestic dog, but the sound was loud enough to fill the heaven and earth.

The dog demon raised its head and opened its mouth to swallow the eighth thunder. Its hair turned silver-white, its eyes were like two blood moons, and it looked extremely ferocious.

When the last bolt of lightning struck, it opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the lightning into its stomach!
"Good! The mission is accomplished." Lu Cheng clapped his hands and laughed, knowing that his efforts over the past few hundred years were not in vain.

This seventh-rank dog demon, combined with his innate magical powers, will definitely become his second killer weapon besides the five poisonous insects.

The heavenly calamity dissipated, and drops of celestial dew fell from the dark clouds and sprinkled on the dog demon. This was a gift from heaven after the dog demon had survived the heavenly calamity. The dog demon absorbed it greedily, and its injuries gradually healed and its size gradually shrank, eventually maintaining a size of a house. However, the demon was more powerful than before.

It walked slowly to Lu Cheng, then lowered its ferocious head to show its submission.

Lu Cheng reached out and stroked the top of the dog demon's head, feeling the surging demonic power in its body, and nodded with satisfaction: "It's worth the effort I put into you. From today on, your name is 'Tunyue', and you will be my guardian beast."

"Ouch."

Tunyue responded softly, seeming very satisfied.

Just at this moment, the ground shook slightly.

In the distance of the jungle, thousands of armored bulls are undergoing their seasonal migration, and the sound of their heavy hooves sounds like rumbling thunder.

Each of these wild bulls has magical powers of the Purple Mansion and Jindan realms. The leader among them is a sixth-order monster with thick skin and flesh. When they migrate in groups, they are the overlords of a region and have no rivals.

This is what happens inside the Jiuli Cauldron. If these bull monsters were in the outside world, they would be a natural disaster and would run rampant.

Tunyue suddenly raised his head, with a fierce light in his eyes. Without Lu Cheng's order, he turned into a black shadow and pounced on the cattle.

Taoist Lu Cheng stood behind with his hands behind his back and did not stop them: The demons who had just entered the stage of transformation into gods needed a large amount of blood food to stabilize their realm, and these herds of cattle came at the right time.

The following scene was a bloody feast.

Tunyue showed an agility that was not in line with its size, moving through the herd as fast as lightning. It opened its mouth wide and sucked more than a dozen armored bulls into its stomach; with a wave of its claws, several bulls were cut in half.

Next, Moon Swallow leaped to a high place, the dog demon opened its bloody mouth, and a vortex-shaped black hole appeared in its throat:

The terrifying suction uprooted the running cattle. Those cattle weighing thousands of pounds were swept into the air like fallen leaves, and when they approached the dog's mouth, they strangely shrank to the size of rice grains.

The most horrifying thing is that the entire swallowing process was silent, even the sound of bones breaking was erased by some kind of regular force.

The cattle fled in panic, but how could they outrun the great demon?
In just half a quarter of an hour, the thousands of migrating cattle were devoured.

Tunyue licked the corner of his mouth with unsatisfied look, leaving only a mess on the ground.

Lu Cheng came from the air and landed beside Tunyue. He patted Tunyue's head, and Tunyue responded with a low roar, with satisfaction and loyalty in his voice.

It had already opened its spiritual wisdom and understood that it was the Taoist in front of it who gave it the opportunity to be reborn and promoted to this realm. Although the process was extremely painful, it was worth it to gain such power.

A few hours later, Wan Lei Hai was in seclusion in the secret room of Qingyu Immortal Palace.

Taoist Lu Cheng sat cross-legged on the altar when a dark red light suddenly leaped out from his chest and then flew into the Taoist's forehead.

After a while, Lu Cheng slowly opened his eyes:

"The power of the Jiuli Ding is truly incredible. Even if I have cultivated to my current level, I can only slightly affect its power. If I didn't have this treasure, with my current magic power and Taoism, I would only have a one in ten or two chance of success in forcibly helping Swallowing Moon to break through the barrier. But now it is almost certain to succeed. Even if I fail, it will only be this time, and I can at least save this monster."

Lu Cheng can now use the Jiuli Ding to influence the fate of the spirit beast he owns, so that the Moon-Swallowing Dog Demon can advance quickly.

"But these are far from enough. The other demon gods are fine, but I suspect that Shengyang and Kongji are connected to the upper realms, so they are reluctant to ascend. They want to cultivate to the peak of the spirit transformation in the mortal world and ascend from the ground to avoid the hard labor."

Lu Cheng's current incarnation is in the earthly immortal world and holds a high position, so he knows everything very well.

In the mortal world, cultivators who have ascended to the highest level of spiritual power with peak magical powers will appear randomly in any area of ​​the earthly immortal world.

Of course, it is possible to fall into a dangerous demon lair, but the probability is too low.

As for other cultivators who ascended via the ascension platform, they will appear in the reception fortresses of various races. The ascended cultivators from the mortal world are all good at fighting and have amazing potential. The major forces in the earthly immortal world do not want to let them go easily and require them to serve for between one thousand and three thousand years.

In order to protect themselves, these ascended monks will also choose to join a sect in the earthly immortal world to obtain various guarantees.

Most of the Divine Transformation cultivators are restricted by their aptitude and lifespan, so they have no choice but to take the path of the Ascension Platform.

But the two demons Shengyang and Kongji are different. They have enough talent and lifespan to cultivate to the peak of their souls in the mortal world and break through the boundaries to ascend.

Judging from the qualifications of these two monsters and the number of years they have occupied the lower world, Lu Cheng didn't believe that they did not have the magical powers of the late stage of transformation.

With the five poisonous insects in his hand, at most he could kill one of them, but there was also a considerable risk of failure, and then he would lose all of them.

If Sheng Yang and Kong Ji really went crazy and fought with him, Lu Cheng really had no confidence that he could defeat them.

At this moment, Lu Cheng, who was thinking about how to survive the disaster in the future, suddenly had an idea and a picture flashed before his eyes:

In front of us was a huge red dragon, flying through the sky and clouds, carrying a few little guys behind it. While flying, the red dragon turned around and said:
"When you see your grandfather, you will cry as hard as you can. Your grandfather is soft-hearted. From now on, whether we eat meat or drink soup will be up to you..."

"That stupid dragon, is he going to come back after getting into trouble outside? Why is he still mumbling? Dragons are lustful by nature. He has followed me for a hundred years but has not learned even a little bit of my loyalty and self-control."

Nearly a thousand years ago, Lu Cheng had not yet cultivated the golden elixir.

In order to comprehend the Great Way of Heavenly Fire, his soul entered the Jiuli Cauldron and raised a red dragon for sixty years to comprehend the nature of fire. Finally, he cultivated his innate magical power, the Samadhi True Fire.

In this way, Lu Cheng's merits gradually became full, and his luck flourished. His cultivation of Taoism, magic power, and the magic algorithm allowed Lu Cheng to vaguely see more and more of the future.

Especially when one is in this state of impulse, it is almost always accurate.

Over the next decade or so, Lu Cheng stayed in his own Wanlei Haidao Palace, raising dogs, playing with birds, practicing magic, and cultivating swordsmanship.

In the early morning, the Sword Cliff hangs over the Sea of ​​Thunder, the morning mist has not yet dissipated, and the streams in the mountain streams are gurgling.

Luo Qingyi, dressed in a plain white gauze dress, sat upright on a rock, with the world-famous Jiuxiao Huanpei guqin placed across her knees.

She stroked the strings of the zither with her fingertips, and the emotion was already there before the tune was formed. The spiritual energy in the valley seemed to be rippling slightly with the sound of her piano.

"Please give me some advice, Master Lu." Luo Qingyi said softly, her eyes focused.

Lu Cheng, wearing a Taoist robe with wide sleeves, stood on the edge of a cliff three meters away.

The mountain wind blew his clothes like rolling black clouds. After hearing Luo Qingyi's words, the Taoist did not reply, but slowly drew out the seemingly ordinary Taoist sword from his waist.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, the mist in the valley suddenly condensed into frost flowers and fell.

The sound of a piano suddenly rose.

Luo Qingyi's ten fingers flew, playing the song "Daluotian", the sect's song of Tianyin Valley. It was said that this song was created by an ancient immortal, and ordinary cultivators would be shocked after listening to it for a while.

But if you can endure it, it will have the miraculous effect of enlightening your mind and wisdom, as well as eliminating inner demons.

The next moment, Lu Cheng moved.

The blue sky is vast.

He controlled the flying sword to fly in the air, and the sword light actually attracted the morning glow in the sky and gathered into a white rainbow. The rainbow light penetrated the sky and split the sea of ​​clouds in two.

The sound of the zither suddenly became urgent, like a dream of war. Lu Cheng's body was surrounded by clouds, and his figure soared straight up. Wherever the sword light passed, the nine layers of clouds were cleared, revealing the clear blue sky.

Several cranes that strayed into the sword's range screamed and fell, but were held up by gentle energy before they touched the sword light and were safely sent back to the clouds.

Such transformation between hardness and softness seems like a magical skill.

Seeing this, Luo Qingyi increased the strength of her fingertips by another ten points.

Frost Blade Dawn.

Lu Cheng's flying sword moves suddenly changed. The magic sword suddenly condensed a three-foot cold light. Wherever the sword light passed, the air condensed into tiny ice crystals.

In the reflection of the morning sun, these ice crystals refract thousands of starlight, as if the Milky Way is pouring down.

The sword's speed was so fast that it was beyond the reach of the eyes. Only a streak of light was seen chasing the stars and lightning. When the sword's shadow dissipated, the snow on the top of the distant snow-capped peak had been shaved away.

The sound of the piano changes to "Guanghan You" at this moment, which is cold and lonely.

Luo Qingyi rubbed with her left hand and picked with her right hand.

Lu Cheng's sword turned with him, and the coldness condensed on the sword edge turned into a mirror-like surface like autumn water, reflecting the world.

The bright moon washes the blue waves.

The sword moves changed again, and Lu Cheng's figure suddenly became blurred, as if turning into mist in the mountains.

The sword light became clearer and clearer, like a spring flowing under the moon, and every drop of dew condensed on the blade reflected the entire world.

When the sword force reached the level of "Thunder in the Nine Skies", the entire valley began to tremble.

Lu Cheng's sword attracted thunderbolts, and nine lightning bolts entangled the sword. Luo Qingyi's hair was disheveled, and the sound of the strings under her fingers was slightly disordered, but she still used her remaining strength to produce the sound of tearing silk.

The red sword clouds spread out for three thousand feet, dyeing half of the sky cinnabar.

The most amazing ones are the last three moves: when "Kunlun Collapse Cliff" is used, a solitary peak a hundred miles away collapses;
When the sword move "When the Purple Air Comes from the East" was performed, hundreds of thousands of transparent flying swords seemed to fly out between heaven and earth, all making a humming sound like worship;
Until the final move "Taixu Shengbai", Lu Cheng seemed to turn into a white streak in the void, with no shadow in the sky or earth. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of green lotus phantoms bloomed in the air and lingered for a long time.

The music of the piano stopped and the light of the sword faded.

Luo Qingyi looked at the Jiuxiao Huanpei with its strings broken in front of her knees. When she looked up again, Lu Cheng had already sheathed the sword. It was as if the earth-shaking sword force just now had never existed. Only the Qinglian sword energy still floating in the valley proved that it was not an illusion.

"Using emotion to enter the Dao, the Divine Lord's swordsmanship has reached the realm of deification."

Luo Qingyi's voice trembled slightly as she spoke with admiration.

Lu Cheng practiced "The Seven Emotions Bewitching Divine Art", but during the past two hundred years, he did not follow the path of the art itself, but integrated it into his own art system.

When the Seven Emotions Bewitching Method is cultivated to a high level, it can confuse heaven and earth, and even reduce the power of heavenly calamity.

However, Lu Cheng used the seven emotions to act on his body, stimulating the potential of his body and forcing out stronger sword power and sword momentum, but the seven emotions entered the sword and the sword performed the seven emotions.

"Huh, if it weren't for the help of fellow Daoist Qinyin, I wouldn't be able to make such rapid progress in the Seven Emotions Sword Dao. Thank you very much, fellow Daoist."

After saying this, Lu Cheng bowed to Luo Qingyi and thanked her.

"I am just a homeless person who is under the protection of the Lord of Gods. Qingyi cannot bear such a great gift from the Lord of Gods."

I originally wanted to chat with this nun for a few more minutes and discuss Taoism.

Lu Cheng's expression suddenly changed slightly, sensing that the event he had anticipated was approaching. So after bowing, he turned around and left.

Only Luo Qingyi was left, lying in the valley below the Xuanjian Cliff, staring at the sword energy that was still lingering in the sky above her head.

"This Lord Lu's swordsmanship is truly unique to me. In comparison, the swordsmanship prodigies who came to Tianyin Valley to seek the Daluotian in the past thousand years are nothing more than chickens and pottery dogs."

Shaking her head slightly, the nun said this with emotion.

……

Jiuli world, a thousand-year-old ancient land.

Amid the surging sea of ​​clouds, Lu Cheng was sitting upright on a rock, regulating his breathing.

Suddenly, a clear dragon roar came from the sky, like the sound of gold and jade hitting each other, sweeping away the layers of clouds. He frowned slightly, thinking that the sound was unpleasantly familiar.

"It's been almost a thousand years, you stupid dragon, you still remember to come back?"

Before he finished his words, a red cloud broke through the sky.

The scales reflected the sunset, like flowing fire jade. The ancient fire dragon circled in the clouds for three times before it dared to land. The moment the dragon claws touched the stone platform, it turned into a human form, but it was a young man in red with dragon horns on his forehead, and some of the old color of his childhood still existed between his eyebrows.

"Master..." Chilong was about to speak when he suddenly heard a childish cry exploding from the clouds.

Then, nine rays of rainbow light crackled and fell on the stone platform, rolling into a colorful ball.

When they dispersed, they turned out to be nine chubby little glass dragons, the longest of which was no more than three feet long. Their scales were cinnabar, moon white, dark green, goose yellow, lotus root, pine green, black ink, crimson purple and amber in nine colors, and they glowed like frosting in the setting sun.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa!" The leading cinnabar dragon dived into Lu Cheng's arms. Its round belly hit Lu Cheng, causing him to frown slightly, but he did not brush it away.

The remaining eight immediately followed suit, and in the blink of an eye, Lu Cheng's Taoist robe was hung with these twisting rainbow balls.

"What color are these? Are you sure they are all yours?" Lu Cheng looked at the red dragon and asked with telepathy.

"Their mother's bloodline is more complicated. Her father is a fire dragon, her mother is a water dragon, her grandfather is an earth dragon, and her grandfather is a gold dragon..."

Lu Cheng knew that the dragon clan had their own secret method to confirm their own bloodline. Unless a dragon was willing, it would never take over. It could determine which bloodlines were its own.

So when Lu Cheng asked this question, he just thought these little guys were a little surprising - whose dragon gave birth in litters? They were not piglets.

At this moment, a dark cloud suddenly appeared in the sky. The scales of the playful dragons all fluttered, and the tip of Songlu's tail became stiff.

Then, a hole appeared in the clouds, and a head with seven vertical pupils rolled down. In each pupil was a devilish light that looked like pus and blood, sweeping down in all directions.

"Seven Evils, how the hell can you chase me so fast!" Chi Long's face suddenly changed, and his natal dragon ball flew out of his sleeve, ready to fight, but was stopped by Lu Cheng with a wave of his sleeve.

The little fat dragons hanging on him were frightened into glass beads at this moment, and the cinnabar one even buried its head tightly in Lu Cheng's clothes, with its tail still stubbornly wrapped around his wrist.

The red dragon said anxiously, "Master, I accidentally entered the ancient demon battlefield and was contaminated by its aura. I didn't expect to be hunted by it until now. Master, please protect them. I will lead this beast away."

"I will never be able to repay the master's kindness in this lifetime. Now I can only shamelessly ask the master to protect my flesh and blood. The Red Dragon will be grateful to the master for all eternity."

Before he finished speaking, the seven pupils of the demon opened together, and turned into a filthy demonic light that shot straight at him. The red dragon suddenly revealed its true form, and its hundred-foot-long dragon body coiled into a red barrier. The dragon roared with determination, and it was about to fly high into the sky to fight against the Seven Evil Demons.

It knew in its heart that if the master's real body was here, he might not be afraid of the Seven Evils. But after living with Lu Cheng for sixty years, the Red Dragon knew in its heart that the master only had an incarnation of his soul in this world, and his real body could not enter.

"Ouch!"

However, at this moment, a deafening roar interrupted the dragon's roar.

But after a flash of silver light, the Seven Evils Demon Leader disappeared out of thin air.

Everyone looked up and saw a huge silver-haired dog as big as a mountain squatting on the top of the cloud, its Adam's apple rolling up and down. It licked its nose contentedly, a trace of blood flashed in its golden eyes, and the words "Tunyue" on the red gold collar around its neck shone brightly.

"This this…"

The red dragon was stunned, unable to believe what he saw.

"After a thousand years, you have actually cultivated to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and have a strong foundation. It shows that your time has not been wasted. You have to raise these little guys by yourself. You ran away from home and now you come back to let me help you take care of the little ones. How can it be so easy?"

Lu Cheng's incarnation read many books and ancient tomes in the upper realm, so he knew very well that a true spirit beast with strong enough true spirit blood could, in addition to practicing, stimulate the potential of its own blood through bloody battles to make its magic power advance by leaps and bounds.

But in reality, few true spirit beasts would actually do this.

This is because as long as these beings find a place to sleep, their magic power will naturally increase. Although increasing magic power through continuous bloody battles has many advantages, there is one disadvantage, which is that they can die if they are not careful.

It is not cost-effective to practice in this way.

(End of this chapter)