Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 68: The Heavenly Book (IV)

Jingle, jingle, jingle.

Precious light flickered, and various magical instruments flew and collided in the sky.

Yuan Wuwang and his daughter Yuan Xiaodie were sweating all over their clothes at this time. They used all their magic power to control a total of six flying cones, setting up the Liuhe Formation to resist the siege of the six Fang family monks from Luanhun Mountain.

Yuan Wuwang can actually be considered a master among the lower-level casual cultivators. There are not many Qi training cultivators like Lu Cheng who spend a lot of spirit stones to buy more than a dozen magical instruments that they may never use in their lifetime.

Most normal Qi training cultivators cannot even afford three top-grade magical instruments that suit their own realm.

Cultivators like Lin Qingyue and Lin Chuanli are already very wealthy.

Because daily self-cultivation and learning of spells all require the consumption of resources.

The Yuan family father and daughter have six magical weapons and corresponding formations. They can certainly be called masters, otherwise they would not have been able to hold on for so long.

"Xiaodie, you go first, Dad will cover you."

Under the siege of many magical weapons such as flying swords, flying forks, and flywheels, Yuan Wuwang felt that he was in a dead end and whispered this to his daughter.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Xiaodie just shook her head with tears in her eyes, but did not move.

"Xiao Die, do you want me to die with regrets?"

At this moment, there was a loud explosion.

Yuan Wuwang and Yuan Xiaodie were so shocked that they both looked over, only to see that three of the six Fang family cultivators who had besieged them had fallen.

Lin Chuanli, holding a black staff, was fighting with the remaining three Fang family monks who looked frightened and panicked.

"Nine-Fierce Wand?"

Yuan Wuwang noticed the pitch-black staff in Lin Chuanli's hand, which was carved with nine magical dragons and surrounded by clouds of fire, and he exclaimed in a low voice.

Because this item is so famous, although it is only a third-grade lower-grade magic weapon, its actual value far exceeds that of a third-grade upper-grade or even a fourth-grade magic weapon.

This is because this Nine-Fierce Magic Wand has been ingeniously designed and can be filled with spirit stones, allowing cultivators in the late stage of Qi training to use the magic weapon of the Foundation Establishment Realm. The power of each activation is slightly weaker than that of the Fire Thunder Bead, but it does not require the cultivator to consume too much mana in a short period of time and can be used repeatedly.

For many years, only the most valued descendants of the Burning Wood Forest family have been able to wield this magic wand.

However, it is said that it was accidentally lost many years ago, but unexpectedly it appeared in Lin Chuanli's hands today. In this way, as long as this person is not dead, he will at least be an elder of the Lin family in the future, and may even inherit the position of the head of the Lin family.

The explosion just now was obviously Lin Chuanli activating the Nine-Fierce Magic Wand, which instantly killed three Fang family monks and broke the deadlock.

"If he can really inherit the position of the head of the Lin family in the future, then it wouldn't be a disgrace for Xiaodie to be his concubine."

Yuan Wuwang's surprise only lasted for a short moment, and the next moment he came to his senses and controlled the Liuhe Flying Cone to cooperate with Lin Chuanli in the siege. Within a few rounds, the remaining three Fang family monks died tragically, burned in the raging fire under the Nine-Fierce Magic Wand, and no body was left.

"Humph, Yuan Wuwang, why didn't you tell me earlier that you had the Heavenly Thunder Seed? It would be a waste if you used it."

After killing six monks from the Fang family, Lin Chuanli walked up to the Yuan family father and daughter with a black staff upside down, frowned and said this.

"…you"

Even though she was a little afraid of the other party, Yuan Xiaodie couldn't help but step forward to refute when her father was scolded like this.

"Mr. Lin is teaching you, uh, should we go look for Miss Qingyue and the others now?" Knowing that the other party had been hiding his strength until now, and was forced to use all his strength when he encountered a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, Yuan Wuwang became more and more frightened and awed, and came behind Lin Chuanli and said humbly.

"No need. Aunt Qingyue is blessed by heaven. I have already sent a message to the family. The most important thing for us now is to get the Heavenly Book Relic immediately."

The ruthlessness displayed by Lin Chuanli at this moment made the Yuan family father and daughter feel cold in their hearts.

Yuan Xiaodie wanted to say something, but was stopped by Yuan Wuwang's gaze. She didn't understand why her father seemed even more afraid to please Lin Chuanli after his appearance.

On the other side, Lu Cheng and Lin Qingyue had been trying their best to avoid being hunted down by Fang Yanling, the head of the Fang family.

The cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage have already condensed their spiritual awareness, and nothing can escape their detection with just a thought.

In addition, the speed of flying is much faster than that of the cultivators in the Qi training stage, so it is really not easy to avoid it successfully.

In an underground stone chamber close to the main tomb chamber, two monks from the Fang family who had lost their target were exploring the surroundings.

One of the monks with a sallow complexion took out a piece of talisman paper, lit it with magic fire, and cast a black gold armor talisman on himself. The exposed skin on his body was faintly showing the color of black gold.

"Alas. I have never seen you so afraid of death. Low-level defensive talismans like this are most effective within a certain period of time after being activated. It is useless for you to use it like this." Another cultivator from the Fang family couldn't stand his clansman and complained.

"Hmph, this is a family matter and my life is my own. If I don't do this, what if an expert suddenly comes out and kills me with a sword?" the yellow-faced monk retorted.

"But the spirit stones are yours. You don't need spirit stones to buy talismans, do you? How much can you have left after completing a family mission like this?"

Before the last two words "spiritual stones" came out of his mouth, the Fang family cultivator saw a purple silk ribbon coming through the air and binding the hand he was using to draw the sword. The next moment, a cold light flashed, and he felt a pain in his throat and his vision quickly became dark.

On the other side, the yellow-faced monk first heard a clanging sound, like the collision of gold and jade, and the next moment a golden sword light flashed. His last thought in this life was: Fortunately, I used the defensive talisman.

Plop, plop! Two bodies fell to the ground together.

Lu Cheng and Lin Qingyue flew out from the shadows. The yellow-faced monk's black gold armor talisman was at its peak effectiveness. Unfortunately, Lu Cheng's sword, Chunjun and the golden flaming sword overlapped to borrow force, and the power of the sword light that was finally slashed out had exceeded the defense limit of the black gold armor talisman.

How could one possibly use the defensive talismans of the Qi training realm to block the sword attacks of the foundation building realm?

Lu Cheng and Lin Qingyue looked at each other and were about to leave when an old Taoist priest wearing a black and white Taoist robe, with an eagle nose and a wide mouth walked out from behind the stone pillar of the stone chamber.

He glanced down at the bodies of the two Fang family monks and said coldly, "You two young friends killed my Fang family monks, and you want to just walk away like this?"

While the old Taoist priest was speaking, he clenched his hands behind his back, and lightning and thunder were gathering in his palms.

"Ha, it has always been you who has been driving us in this direction."

Before he could even utter the word "towards", the tip of the flaming golden sword in Lu Cheng's hand had almost reached the throat of the old Taoist in front of him.

From the moment everyone saw the Fang family cultivator, they fled at all costs, and then the Fang family cultivator chased them relentlessly. It couldn't be that they were trying to reminisce about the past with Lin Chuanli and Lin Qingyue.

Since the fight is already over, why waste any more words?

However, although he had killed two foundation-building monks and several third-level monsters before, Lu Cheng knew his own situation. He knew that even if he, Lin Qingyue and Liu Baihong were together, the chances of winning a head-on battle against the old Taoist in front of him would not be more than 50%.

This time it was not in the South Tower, there was no forbidden god screen, no poison, no five fire thunder beads, and no one was secretly attacking Fang Yanling from behind.

This time, it was almost just his own sword. "Good swordsmanship!"

The flaming golden sword carried Lu Cheng's figure forward a distance, and the sword light stabbed out from his hand, sharp and dazzling!
The old Taoist in black and white robes almost reflected the shape of the Fiery Golden Sword in his eyes, and instantly saw through the mystery hidden in it.

The next moment, he suddenly flew up and turned into a ball of gray mist, avoiding the stabbing of the sword light and also avoiding Lu Cheng's subsequent killing move.

Clang.

Losing the target, the sword light split into two.

The two swords, Chunjun and Liehuo, circled around the gray cloud and slashed at it, but failed to hit it and could only reverse and fly back.

This was the first time that someone instantly broke through Lu Cheng's double swords' overlapping and progressive offensive.

The gray cloud hid on the stone wall nearby and Fang Yanling appeared. He raised his hand and waved it. Two lightning cones stabbed towards Lu Cheng at a terrifying speed.

However, the young Taoist leaned back to avoid it, leaving only two bloody scratches on his chest and shoulder.

"Hmm? You can hide away?"

He was good at thunder magic, although it was not from an orthodox lineage, but Fang Yanling knew that the two lightning thorns he had just made had exceeded the normal reaction speed of a cultivator in the Qi training stage.

Even if he saw his shoulder move and responded, it would be impossible for him to dodge easily with that kind of body movement and speed. But the other party managed to dodge, so of course he was surprised.

"Then see if you can dodge this move."

As soon as the thought came to his mind, a yellow paper talisman appeared between Fang Yanling's fingers. It burned up instantly with magic fire and combined with his own magic power, he waved his sleeves. The gas in the stone chamber condensed into clouds, and several blue-purple lightning bolts fell from it, and the cloud of gas and lightning quickly enveloped Lu City.

"Fortunately, we are in a room with limited space. My Shisui state of mind has almost the same effect as my spiritual consciousness, and I can observe the changes in his spells. Otherwise, I would be seriously injured in the first move. This guy may not be stronger than Chen Tianxiong, but his thunder magic is really terrifying!"

His body retreated quickly, and at the same time, Lu Cheng used sword techniques with both hands to control the Chunjun and Liehuo swords and slashed into the thunderclouds.

This spell must have something to remove the power of the spell. Although Lu Cheng also feels sorry for his flying sword compared to himself, he is ultimately more important.

A sword is neither a friend nor a lover. A sword practitioner must hold the hilt firmly. You are its master, and the relationship between you and it is not equal.

The Chi Ji Heart Method's Meridian-breaking Sword Energy in his body was running at full power, blessing the two swords from a distance. The Chun Jun and Liehuo swords strangled each other in mid-air, like two dragons fighting each other. However, the power of each sword became stronger and stronger as it flew and swung, and the speed of the swords became faster and faster.

Then, the old Taoist Fang Yanling watched in amazement as his two thundercloud spells were moving and changing among the two sword lights, strangling each other. Every time he struck down, he could not hit the target, and his strength was gradually exhausted by the changes of the sword lights.

Boom, boom, boom, boom! Thunder and lightning rained down, but as if it was rehearsed in advance, it always passed by the light of the two swords.

But the next moment, the old Taoist Fang Yanling's gaze towards Lu Cheng became even more ferocious and terrifying:
Such swordsmanship is almost superb. When Lu Cheng said that he was not a favorite disciple of some sword immortal lineage in the world, Fang Yanling did not believe it at all.

This guy's background is probably ten times more terrifying than the Ranmu Mountain Lin family. It is possible that he is the last disciple of one of the twelve sects or even some otherworldly immortal.

It would be fine if you don't offend such people, but if you have already offended them, then you have to kill them all, completely.

"Go, kill him!"

Fang Yanling raised his arm and pointed at the young Taoist from afar.

From the sleeves of his wide robe, a pitch-black poisonous centipede crawled out from his slender arm.

The next moment, the poisonous insect disappeared.

Fang Yanling also continued to prepare the next spell without delay. At this moment, he was somewhat competitive and wanted to use the spells he had learned to defeat the true disciple of the big sect in front of him and verify what he had learned in his life.

But at this moment, a pale purple-dressed girl suddenly came between the two men, raised her hand and threw a talisman:
The third-level spiritual talisman, Kunyuan Fiery Talisman.

boom.

The raging flames almost turned the entire stone chamber into a fire zone.

The fierce fire made even Fang Yanling frown slightly and take a few steps back.

"Quick, take me away."

Lin Qingyue's pretty face was so pale that she was almost fainting. Seeing this, Lu Cheng said nothing. With a flash of inspiration, the bat wings on his back stretched out, and with a flap, he quickly left the place holding Lin Qingyue.

"My friend, you can't escape from my divine sense, so why don't you fight me to your heart's content and die a quick death!"

Facing Fang Yanling's telepathic message, Lu Cheng suppressed the surging fighting spirit in his heart and quickly left the place with Lin Qingyue.

If I fight him to the death here, my chances of winning are only about 20%. There is no need to increase my opponent's chances of winning. If I do, my chances of winning will become negative.

Using a third-level breath-suppressing talisman, Lu Cheng also took a Huiyuan pill, but the pill he took was a third-level Huiyuan pill, the kind given to cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage.

With his own magic power control ability and meridian strength, he can barely bear the medicinal power of this pill, but the poison in the pill will still accumulate in large quantities. After taking one pill, he cannot take a second pill within five years, otherwise, he may die.

At this moment, Lu Cheng suddenly felt startled, as if he had overlooked something.

"Fang family cultivator? Lin Chuanli? Lin Tianshu?"

These people flashed through his mind, but none of them were him. Lu Cheng lowered his head suddenly, and saw a black centipede poisonous insect that had crawled onto his leg without him noticing.

"How could I forget that this is Southern Xinjiang!"

All monks are like crazy, they feel it is not in line with their status if they don't raise some insects.

But at this moment, a golden light flashed, and the hundred-poison golden silkworm Gu ran out without Lu Cheng's summons and fought with the centipede poisonous insect. However, Lu Cheng was also half from Southern Xinjiang.

The Golden Silkworm Gu, which is a hundred poisons, was at the seventh level of Qi training when it was born. Some time ago, it found a magical insect and exotic fruit in its previous world. After eating it, it was promoted to the twelfth level of Qi training.

In addition to his innate ability to surpass insects, at this moment he is in a fierce fight with a third-order centipede poisonous insect.

But Lu Cheng was not interested in fighting the insect at this time. He summoned the Fiery Golden Sword and slashed it down with one sword.

At this time, Fang Yanling, the old Taoist from Luanhun Mountain who was originally chasing behind, suddenly stopped and blood oozed out of his mouth and nose.

He wiped it, but it was not clean enough. He knew that his poison was gone.

"Haha, hahahaha. Interesting, really interesting. My centipede has even bitten to death a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage. I didn't expect that he would be defeated by a junior today. Hahahaha..."

While laughing wildly, in the eyes of this old Taoist, the blazing killing intent seemed to be turning into reality. The pursuit was therefore even faster.

(End of this chapter)