Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 470: The Blood-Coagulating Curse of the Seven Realms Souls, and the Six Thousand Tribulations Refining Evil Scripture (Please reward and subscribe!)

Tongtian Realm, Five Evil Mountains.

Dark clouds covered this ancestral home of the Demonic Path, which was famous in the seven worlds. The mountains were treacherous, and the peaks seemed to be cut by knives and axes, exuding a sinister and evil atmosphere everywhere.

From time to time, shrill howls could be heard in the wind from the mountains, as if they were the wailing of countless imprisoned souls.

Lu Cheng stood high in the sky, looking down at the devil mountain. With golden and red flames flowing in his eyes, he took in the entire scene of the mountain.

"Please look, Your Majesty, that is my senior brother's dojo - Wuxie Mountain." The old demon Tianqi pointed to the mountain in the distance, with a hint of pride in his tone.

After another old demon soul, Sikong Xun, arrived at Tongxuan Realm, he said that he had an old friend in this world whom he wanted to visit first.

Therefore, he took his disciples and separated from the two of them. At this time, there were only two Yuanshen cultivators, Lu Cheng and Tianqi, in the team.

"My senior brother has been practicing here for more than 6,000 years, and has turned a barren mountain into what it is today. Even those sword cultivators who claim to be righteous would not dare to attack easily."

Lu Cheng nodded slightly when he heard this, and his eyes swept over the looming forbidden formations in the mountains.

These prohibitions are fierce and ruthless, sinister and cruel, yet have a great aura, which is truly extraordinary.

“Master, there is a lot of evil energy in this mountain.” Miao Chuyun approached with the sword light and whispered, “Disciple senses that there are at least seven extremely dark and evil places.”

Before Lu Cheng could reply, the old demon Tianqi beside him clapped his hands and said with a smile:
"Fairy Miao has a good eye indeed! Senior Brother is very good at raising and refining Yin corpses. Those corpse-raising sites were arranged by him personally. They are extremely powerful and productive. When we enter the mountain later, if Fairy is interested, I can find one or two high-quality refined corpses for you to protect yourself."

Miao Chuyun frowned slightly and did not respond. She practiced the orthodox Xuanmen method and was naturally not interested in these evil methods.

Lu Cheng's practice of "Xuantian Fifteen Changes" has gradually reached perfection. His soul is like glass, impervious to dust and dirt, and his body is like diamond, invulnerable to all calamities. To him, these unorthodox practices are like floating clouds.

The old demon Tianqi, however, already regarded Lu Cheng as a fellow traveler, and instead of taking it seriously, he felt proud of it.

The flying car slowly landed on the platform in front of the main peak of Wuxie Mountain.

The platform was completely black, and seemed to be paved with some strange stone. It was engraved with fine talismans and there was a faint glow of blood flowing on it.

"Welcome Master Tianqi back to the mountain!"

Hundreds of black-robed disciples lined up to greet him, shouting in unison. Their powers varied, and there was a mix of good and bad, but it was quite impressive.

Orthodox monks are very proud of what they have, and the same sect is often divided into outer sects, inner sects, nominal disciples, and true disciples, which causes a lot of trouble.

The core Daoism of the sect cannot be taught to anyone other than the true disciples. The outer and inner disciples often practice some superficial methods.

The Wuxie Mountain lineage founded by Patriarch Hunxie is different. It treats all disciples equally, and all the methods practiced by the patriarch are passed down, and some are even engraved directly on stone walls and spread throughout the world.

The characteristics of the Dharma lineage are that it can be cultivated quickly, and it is vicious, sharp and powerful, but the consequence is a huge backlash.

Moreover, once they start practicing, they often cannot stop and will get deeper and deeper into it. In the end, everyone in the world will want them to be hunted down, and they will have no choice but to escape into the sphere of influence of the Five Evil Mountains.

As for those disciples who are not good at practicing the methods and exercises, the high-level monks in Wuxie Mountain can take them as they please, because they have an endless supply.

Some immortal monks and Buddhist masters call it an endless poison, which is not without reason.

As for the congratulations from the disciples around him, the old demon Tianqi seemed to have long been accustomed to it, and just waved his hand:
"No need to be polite. This is Wanlei Hailu Shenjun, a distinguished guest specially invited by Senior Brother. You must not neglect him."

Upon hearing this, many monks from the Five Evil Mountains around them once again bowed deeply and chanted the name of the God.

"Is this the expert that Senior Uncle Tianqi has found to help fight with swords? He looks ordinary. I don't think I've heard much about Master Wanlei Sea and Land."

"This Lord Lu has just ascended to the Yuanshen realm not long ago, so of course you haven't heard of him. It is said that he has an ancient fire dragon as his natal spirit beast, and his strength is quite good."

"Humph, he is just relying on the power of the spirit beast. If we talk about his true cultivation, I am afraid he is not even as good as one finger of the Jade Chronicle Patriarch."

The spiritual thoughts of the low-level cultivators below were consciously concealed and transmitted to Lu Cheng's ears, but he acted as if he didn't hear them. He just stood with his hands behind his back with an indifferent expression.

However, Youming, Shisheng and others behind him had practiced profound Taoism and had high spiritual awareness, so they looked angry and stepped forward with sword intent surging around them, their eyes fixed on the two Jindan cultivators with higher cultivation among the evil cultivators in the Five Evil Mountains.

If they were disciples of famous sects, they would surely know that in front of a Yuanshen cultivator, even a cultivator of lower realms would not be safe even if they used their spiritual consciousness to transmit thoughts. However, among the evil cultivators in the Five Evil Mountains, there were good and bad mixed together, and there actually were a few such cultivators.

In the evil world, masters and disciples are scheming against each other, masters plot against disciples, and disciples assassinate masters. Even if a few powerful juniors know about this, they may keep it secret, so such strange things will happen.

"Uncle Tianqi, you are finally back."

At this moment, a feminine voice suddenly came from above the mountain path.

Everyone looked up and saw a middle-aged Taoist priest with a white face and no beard floating down on a black cloud. He was wearing a dark Taoist robe with a picture of a hundred ghosts devouring his heart embroidered on it. Thirteen dark purple evil spirits were wrapped around his body, and he looked very imposing.

Behind him were four Taoist children, two men and two women, standing on the left and right. Some of them held a whisk, some held a sword, some held a peach wood token, and some held an incense burner. They looked very impressive.

However, after landing near Lu Cheng and Tian Qi, Yu Qingzi bowed deeply with both hands clasped together, with a humble and polite attitude, almost not like a demon.

"Is this the Lord of Ten Thousand Thunders? 'Five Qis suppress the sea of ​​thunder, one sword brings down ghosts and gods. The red dragon swallows the sun and the moon, the waves of catastrophe ask the immortals.' After meeting today, I know that hearing about a name is not as good as meeting in person. Are these people your disciples?

Indeed, each of them has a sword spirit that soars to the sky and has a good foundation. "

As he spoke, Yu Qingzi waved his hands, and the whisk, sword, token and incense burner in the hands of the Taoist boy behind him flew towards Miao Chuyun, Youming and the other three, one for each of them.

"Your Majesty has come from afar. Although the Five Evils Mountain has a shallow foundation, we still want to show our appreciation. Please don't refuse."

At this moment Miao Chuyun, Youming, Shisheng and Yun Huang'er were a little confused. It was not right to refuse in front of their master, nor was it right to not refuse. They were in a dilemma.

"You cannot refuse a gift from an elder, so just accept it."

There was a faint golden-red light flowing in Lu Cheng's eyes. He glanced at the four objects and then said this lightly.

"Also, I just heard someone being disrespectful to the Lord God from afar."

Having said this, Yu Qingzi turned sideways, and as his gaze swept over, the skin of the monks who had just communicated with each other through their spiritual senses quickly turned light green and dark, and in the blink of an eye, the ground was covered with poisonous blood. The disciples of Wuxie Mountain around them were so frightened that they retreated one after another, and some even fell to the ground and cried for help.

Yu Qingzi didn't stop until Lu Cheng signaled him to stop.

Then, Lu Cheng and others entered the Wuxie Mountain under the guidance of Tianqi and Yuqingzi.

Not long after flying, another gray cloud fell from the distance, and it turned out to be a red-haired dwarf.

He looked at Yu Qingzi, who was getting along very well with Tianqi, Lu Cheng and others, with some surprise, and then also came to Lu Cheng and bowed politely, almost treating this foreign soul cultivator as a junior.

"The red scales roar and swallow thunder and fire, the vast azure sky brings down star frost. Who controls the eternal fiery sky? The fairyland is where the catastrophe ends. I have admired Lord Lu's magical powers for a long time, and seeing him today is enough to comfort me for the rest of my life." As he spoke, the ghost boy waved his sleeves and four gifts flew out, landing in front of Miao Chuyun and the other three. Judging from the spiritual light, they were even more valuable than the gift from Yu Qingzi before.

Lu Cheng also let Miao Chuyun and his team accept it. With just these two waves, Miao Chuyun and his team's trip was not in vain.

"Who will be in charge of the Eternal Blazing Sky? Fellow Daoist, you are really exaggerating. I am just an overseas cultivator in the Fiery World. It is not my turn to be in charge of the Eternal Blazing Sky."

At this moment, Lu Cheng had roughly understood that Yu Qingzi and the ghost boy were scheming against each other and setting traps for each other.

He obtained the magic treasure, the Wanjie Yunshen Pill, which was given by the God Tianqi, and came to help in the fight with swords.

The two disciples of Master Hunxie got the news, and it seemed that they had conspired with each other to make things difficult for themselves! It would be best if they could take back the magic pill.

At that time, the two should have shared the same hatred for the enemy.

But after the two separated, they both thought in their hearts that they must not let their master lose face in this Golden Summit Sword Fight, so it would be best for the other person to provoke, and they would treat the other person with sincerity and courtesy and show their true self.

'It is true that it is better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. These two disciples of Master Hunxie are quite interesting.

However, this also shows that this Hunxie Patriarch is truly powerful and has great prestige. Even the Yuanshen Demon Cultivators respect and fear him in their hearts. He is able to train two Yuanshen disciples and still be able to suppress them. This method is truly amazing.'

Lu Cheng didn't know that the old demon Tianqi was actually trained by the founder of Hunxie. They were called senior and junior brothers, but in reality they were master and disciple.

After entering the sacred place of Wuxie Mountain, Lu Cheng and others were arranged to live in a fine abode.

At this time, there is still some time before the Golden Summit Sword Fight, and the Patriarch Hunxie is still refining pills to prepare for entertaining the guests, so this strange magician cannot be seen for the time being.

Of course, Lu Cheng and others had no objection to this.

Inside the temple, there are many magic weapons placed on the ground:

There are flags, swords, gourds, whisks, tokens, incense burners, etc., all of which exude an extraordinary aura.

"Master, these evil cultivators are too polite to us. I'm afraid they are up to something."

Miao Chuyun has been practicing for many years and his mind has become more stable, so he advised his master in this way.

"Hahaha, Chu Yun, you didn't say a little bit. In order to win their favor, they even arranged for several Jindan cultivators from the sect to kill them in front of us. It's just that the first and second two people did the same thing. They were a little too aggressive. Otherwise, it would be hard to tell."

Lu Cheng sat in the main seat, waved the whisk in his hand and said with a smile.

His words made his many disciples look at each other in bewilderment, and they felt that these people were practicing evil and acting strangely.

"Well, you don't have to worry about it anymore. I have received a great favor from Master Hunxie, so I must win every sword fight for him.

You can wander around the mountain these days, or trade and bring back some items, but be careful of the Taoist scriptures carved on Wuxie Mountain. They are all the Taoist practice experience of Master Hunxie. If you use your Taoist power to comprehend them randomly, you will suffer misfortune. "

Enter the world, experience the sea of ​​suffering, and violate the precepts in order to understand the true meaning.

This method requires too high qualifications from the cultivator. Even if one has extremely high qualifications, he may not be able to get through. It is better to be extremely cautious.

……

The righteous practitioners exercise self-control and use their Tao nature to suppress part of their ego.

The demonic monks indulged in lust and abandoned their wisdom to see their true nature. Of course, most of them were lost in lust and could not see their true nature. Since the master had asked everyone to tour the mountain, the disciples naturally obeyed. A total of sixteen sword lights flew around in the air. When they were looking at this place, they suddenly heard the sound of stringed instruments from below, mixed with piercing laughter.

Miao Chuyun, who was in the lead, looked intently and saw bright lights on the cliff in the distance. Dozens of charming female cultivators in gauze were flirting with a group of demon cultivators.

Those female nuns were naked, their snow-white skin glowing alluringly in the moonlight and firelight. The sashes around their waists fluttered in the wind, revealing their slender thighs.

"Sister, don't look!" Yun Huang'er knew that the second sister was still Yunying, and hurriedly used the barrier technique, but Miao Chuyun, who had an indifferent expression, grabbed her wrist.

"Master wants us to see the true face of the devil. It would be a disadvantage to avoid it now."

Everyone then hid their swords and moved closer, only to see seven white jade tables placed on the edge of the cliff, each with an unconscious tiger, leopard, pig or bear tied to it.

There were strange spells painted on the chests of these beasts. A gray-robed mage was holding a silver knife and slowly cutting open the chest of the nearest tiger.

The dark red blood flowed along the groove of the jade table into the golden cup and mixed with the amber spirit wine.

When the men and women gathered together and drank, their lips were stained with scarlet. A female nun in a green skirt even leaned over to lick the wet blood on the table, eating raw meat and drinking blood to satisfy her lust.

After enjoying the blood wine, the atmosphere on the hillside became even more frenzied.

Many female cultivators took off their robes, revealing their snow-white skin, and took the opportunity of serving wine to rub their ears with the male cultivators.

There was a hint of lust in their eyes. Amid the cheers of the crowd, they intertwined their fingers with the men opposite them and drank from their cups. The wine flowed down their jade necks, leaving ambiguous wet marks on their Taoist robes.

Miao Chuyun and others watched the whole process from the side before flying away on their swords.

"Old Three, Old Four, you are all men. When you saw the scene just now, did you feel envious? Envious of them being able to enjoy themselves wantonly and indulge in their lust?

If you also want, I can report to Master and let you stay in this Wuxie Mountain and enjoy a thousand years."

Miao Chuyun asked this with a clear and upright look.

"Envy? Of course I am. How many men in the world would not be envious when seeing such a scene? It's just that the heart of Taoism that has not been tempered is not strong enough.

Although I envy you, I don't want to indulge in lust and destroy my foundation. A person's lust has its limit, but if I follow Master's steps and move up step by step, I will have the hope of eternal life."

"You're still envious?"

As soon as Shi Sheng finished speaking, Yun Huang'er beside him pinched his ears hard and twisted them a few times.

"I just feel that we are really lucky to be able to follow the master and practice Taoism. If it weren't for the master, I would have been a sword demon that roamed the world and killed millions of people, instead of the Taoist practitioner I am now." The Netherworld Taoist said in a cold voice.

Not to mention the sixteen cultivators present and the twelve cultivators following behind them, Miao Chuyun, Youming, Shisheng, and Yun Huang'er, after witnessing the indulgence of the Five Evil Mountain cultivators, their faith in the Tao was not shaken, but instead became even stronger.

A few months later, late at night, the darkness at Wuxie Mountain was three times darker than anywhere else.

Lu Cheng stood in front of the window of the temple, looking at the phosphorescent lights floating in the distant mountains.

Just then, a cold wind suddenly blew outside the window.

The candlelight in the temple all turned dark green, and the stone slabs on the ground seemed to be oozing dark red blood beads. Those blood beads seemed to have spirits, flowing on the ground, gradually forming a line of ancient seal characters:
"The famous sword is known far and wide. Tonight, the moon is cold and the frost is chilling, so I invite you to have a chat."

After writing the eight ancient seal characters, the blood beads suddenly evaporated into mist and condensed into a blood-colored trail in the room, pointing straight to the depths of the back mountain.

"What an exquisite blood-shadow book." A hint of surprise flashed in Lu Cheng's eyes, "It seems that this Hunxie Patriarch has come out of seclusion."

Then, he turned around and said to his disciple Miao Chuyun, "Wait here while I go meet this strange man of the magic path."

Miao Chuyun hesitated to speak, and finally bowed deeply: "Master, please be careful."

Lu Cheng smiled slightly and stepped onto the bloody path. As his footsteps landed, his body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and he instantly passed through the numerous mountain walls and entered the heart of Wuxie Mountain.

The scenery inside the mountain is completely different from that outside.

However, after walking for a while, Lu Cheng's view suddenly opened up to a cave with a radius of one hundred meters.

The dome was inlaid with countless night-shining pearls, making the surroundings as bright as day. The floor was paved with jade bricks, the walls were engraved with ancient runes, and in the center, a seven-story alchemy furnace was emitting purple smoke.

The most eye-catching thing is the figure sitting cross-legged in front of the alchemy furnace.

The man was wearing a plain white Taoist robe, his hair was casually tied up, and his face was as thin as a scholar. If he was not in the devil's cave, anyone would think that he was a Confucian and Taoist monk who was well-read in poetry and books.

"Daoyou Lu has come from afar, I am sorry for not welcoming you in person." The Taoist in white opened his eyes, his eyes were clear:
"I am in seclusion refining the elixir. I hope you can forgive me for my negligence."

The voice was as gentle as jade, without any evil in it.

Lu Cheng's heart trembled. With his current cultivation level of the middle stage of Yuan Shen, he couldn't tell the strength of the other party.

This Hunxie Patriarch either possesses a rare treasure to conceal his aura, or his cultivation has reached the last few steps of the peak of the soul, and he is only half a step away from ascending.

"Fellow Daoist Hunxie is too polite." Lu Cheng bowed in return: "It is a great honor for me to be able to see your true appearance."

Upon hearing this, Master Hunxie chuckled, and a jade teapot flew out from his sleeves. He filled two cups by himself: "This tea is picked from the ancient tea trees on the top of the mountain. It only comes once every five hundred years. Fellow Daoist, please try it."

Lu Cheng took the teacup and saw that the tea soup was clear and green, with a faint fragrance, which was indeed an extraordinary product. However, he was not in a hurry to drink it, but lightly touched the edge of the cup with his fingertips, and a wisp of sword energy quietly penetrated into it.

Seven thin blood lines suddenly appeared in the tea, taking shape under the pressure of the sword energy.

"I've heard for a long time that you achieved enlightenment through the Five Evils." Seeing this, Lu Cheng smiled and said, "Are you going to test my cultivation?"

Upon seeing this, the ancestor Hunxie clapped his hands and laughed: "As expected, I can't hide it from my fellow Taoists. This tea is indeed poisonous, but if one's cultivation is sufficient, it can be used to refine the soul. Whenever I meet a master, I will treat him with this tea. So far, only five people can drink it."

Upon hearing this, Lu Cheng said no more, raised his head and drank the tea in one gulp.

He carried the Return to Void Spirit Talisman and the Return to Void Spirit Pill, and had the magical power of a mid-stage Yuanshen. Even if the Patriarch Hunxie took action at this time, Lu Cheng had enough confidence that he could survive and activate the spirit talisman and escape in an instant.

Moreover, according to common sense, there is no reason for Master Hunxie to attack him at this time.

When the tea entered his stomach, it felt like being pierced by thousands of steel needles. The seven blood lines turned into poisonous dragons, rushing straight to the core of his soul.

An ordinary cultivator would have been in excruciating pain by now, but Lu Cheng remained calm, and the Fifteen Transformations of Xuantian Heart Technique was circulated in his body, directing all the poison into the major orifices of his body.

The 720 major orifices and blood symbols on the body lit up at the same time, twinkling like stars. The blood lines were decomposed layer by layer by the talismans, and turned into pure energy to nourish the soul.

For a moment, five kinds of energy were swirling around Lu Cheng, white smoke was rising, and three fires were visible.

“Great!” Master Hunxie’s eyes lit up, “Fellow Daoist can actually transform my unique poison into a good medicine. Your cultivation is truly amazing!”

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly put his fingers together like a sword and pointed at Lu Cheng's forehead from a distance.

This finger seems to be understated, but it actually contains the "Five Evils Return to One" method that the founder of Hunxie has practiced for six thousand years.

The so-called "Five Evils to Prove the Way" is actually a heaven-defying method created by the founder of Hunxie with amazing talent - using ghosts to nourish the soul, corpse qi to temper the body, blood sacrifice to seize luck, demons to sharpen the heart, and picking up supplements to steal from the sky. It has all five poisons but secretly conforms to the principle of the mutual generation of the five elements.

Where the wind blew past, the void twisted and five evil spirits could be vaguely seen entangled like dragons, sometimes coming together and sometimes dispersing in endless changes.

Lu Cheng did not dodge or evade, and the golden-red light in his eyes suddenly became brighter.

"Qiang!"

The sound of a sword echoed throughout the cave, and seven-colored sword lights suddenly burst out around Lu Cheng.

Joy, anger, worry, thought, sadness, fear, and shock turned into swords and intertwined into a net. The five evil spirits collided with the sword net and melted away instantly, just like snow meeting boiling water.

Some residual ripples of magic power spread out, causing spider-web-like cracks on the surrounding jade bricks, and the entire mountain was shaking and vibrating slightly.

After the attack, Master Hunxie retracted his fingers and arms, a flush flashed across his fair face, and then he returned to normal.

Lu Cheng's body also swayed slightly, and at the same time, the power of the medicinal tea in his body was completely diffused and digested, completely eliminating the dryness of his soul brought about by taking the Wanjie Yunshen Pill.

"Using poison to fight poison, using poison to refine poison, and turning poison into elixir, this is indeed brilliant." Taoist Lu Cheng said.

Then the two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"It's a pleasure to meet a close friend while drinking tea instead of wine!" With a wave of his sleeves, the damaged ground was instantly restored to its original state.

"Since the battle with 'Huai Zhen Zi' a thousand years ago, no one has been able to take a single blow from me without retreating. Your sword power is purer than that of the old ghost Huai Zhen back then!"

Lu Cheng shook his head slightly: "You are too kind, Fellow Daoist. I have already tried my best in that one move just now, but Fellow Daoist is obviously doing it with ease."

This fight seemed evenly matched, but in reality Lu Cheng knew that he was still inferior in cultivation.

If the other party's original intention was not to activate the power of the medicine for himself, and if the "Seven Emotions Sword Intent" did not have the effect of forcing the potential of the body, he would probably have not been able to escape unscathed from that attack just now.

The Grandmaster Hunxie seemed very satisfied and personally filled Lu Cheng's second cup of tea. "Don't be too modest, fellow Daoist. With your current level of cultivation, combined with the cooperation of that ancient fire dragon, the Golden Summit Sword Fight should be a sure win."

"...With your cultivation level, it is not difficult for you to ascend to heaven. Why do you care so much about the outcome of this golden sword duel?"

This was the doubt in Lu Cheng's heart. Given the Taoist power and character of Master Hunxie, Lu Cheng did not believe that he was burdened by his disciples.

"Why? Because I love fighting all my life. Fighting for life with the sky, I know the mystery of the Tao; fighting for spirit with the earth, I see the divine work of nature; fighting with people, I realize my true nature.

Now that my life span is drawing to an end, I must fight a great battle before ascending to heaven, so as to accumulate spiritual resources for use in the upper realms."

There is no doubt that Patriarch Hunxie is the most talented cultivator that Lu Cheng has encountered in his thousand years of cultivation. Even his master Huang Longzi seems to be slightly inferior to him.

(End of this chapter)