Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 69 Embracing the Moon
Because the terrain of the nearby underground palace was low and not conducive to flying, Lu Cheng no longer held Lin Qingyue in his arms but walked quickly with her on his back.

At this time, there was a Foundation Establishment Realm expert chasing him from behind, so he could not go any further.

Lu Cheng fled to places where there were fewer ghosts. Although he was not in a panic, he was indeed in a very miserable state.

"Give me the Hui Yuan Dan you just took."

At this moment, the purple-robed female cultivator behind him stretched out her snow-white hand in front of Lu Cheng. Her vitality was damaged and she gasped lightly.

“There’s only one left.”

"I used to be the manager of Lin's business. That was a third-level Huiyuan Pill. There are ten pills in a bottle. You can't fool me."

"call."

Lu Cheng adjusted his breath, ignored the crazy woman on his back, looked around, and continued to look for a way to survive.

"It's better for one person to die than for two people to die together. I will take a Huiyuan Pill and activate a third-level spiritual talisman. Then you can escape from here and avenge me later."

When Lu Cheng first flew away on his bat wings, Lin Qingyue activated a third-level breath-suppressing talisman in Lu Cheng's arms to protect the two of them.

In the previous battle, a Kunyuan Fiery Talisman that consumed a lot of mana was sacrificed, so Lin Qingyue almost fainted.

If she were given a third-level rejuvenation elixir at this time, her extremely empty meridians would indeed be able to recover a lot of magic power after taking it, but she would also be dead. The meridians in her body would be torn apart by the magic power, and she would not be able to bear the poison from the elixir.

"Neither of us will die, so just shut up at this time."

Lin Qingyue behind him kept nagging, and Lu Cheng had to reply to her from time to time while looking for the way. He felt annoyed and scolded her angrily.

Lin Qingyue was stunned for a moment after being scolded, then she smiled and leaned on the young Taoist's back, laughing and crying, hugging him tightly with her limbs, as if she felt that death was not so scary anymore.

"It is right to quit while you are ahead. After the beast tide is over, I should take the spirit stones back and concentrate on cultivation instead of exploring the ancient tomb. Being too greedy is indeed a way to bring disaster."

Just as Lu Cheng was summarizing his recent situation in his mind, his heart suddenly seemed to be shrouded in a shadow.

A sense of danger spread behind me.

As time went by, the effectiveness of the third-level Breath-Suppressing Talisman decreased, and his spiritual sense swept over continuously. That guy was catching up.

After finding a relatively spacious stone chamber, Lu Cheng put Lin Qingyue down and hid her in the corner. Then he took out a statue of a wooden god struck by lightning from the Qiankun Ring and placed it in Lin Qingyue's hand.

Shinto magic tools are powerful and take up a lot of space, so the second-grade top-quality statue of the Red Heart God cannot be placed in a second-grade storage magic tool at all. Lu Cheng was able to carry this treasure with him only after buying a third-grade Qiankun Ring in the City That Never Sleeps. Otherwise, he would either not carry it with him or carry it on his back.

"Neither of us will die. You hold this statue and watch us fight until the crucial moment. Then use this statue to shine on him!"

Lin Qingyue held the statue of Red Heart God in both hands. She didn't know who this ferocious god with a red face and a steel whip in his hand was, but she believed in the Taoist in front of her, so she temporarily held the statue and begged with all her heart.

At this moment, a cloud of gray mist rushed in from the entrance of the stone chamber and condensed into the image of an old Taoist in a black and white Taoist robe.

"Exit!"

Lu Cheng, who had recovered all his magic power, now used his fingers to summon the two flying swords, Chunjun and Liehuo, to attack Fang Yanling.

The sword light was swift, the sword energy was sharp, and the sword intent was powerful. It didn't seem like it came from the hands of a cultivator in the Qi training realm.

Fang Yanling was in the late eighth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and was considered an expert among his peers. Before today, he would never have imagined that one day he would be suppressed to this extent by a junior cultivator in the Qi Condensation Stage with just his sword.

"Unfortunately, I am not interested in playing with you any more."

The purpose of coming down here was to obtain the legacy of the senior monks, not to verify the Taoism with the younger generation. Before, chasing all the way down could be said to be in the way, but now Lu Cheng has begun to deviate from the direction of the main tomb in order to avoid escape.

If they hadn't already formed a grudge and were not worried about the other party's senior master seeking revenge, Fang Yanling really wanted to go directly to the main tomb chamber to avoid more trouble. Now, he immediately killed the other party and then went to the main tomb chamber.

In fact, on this point, Fang Yanling was just too ignorant and thought too much.

If Lu Cheng was really the disciple of the twelve sects' true disciple or even some immortal that he was worried about, then in a fight of that level just now, he would be bullied. Almost no top sect would send out their monks for such a thing. They would just let you practice hard and then save your face on your own.

If you can't find it back in this lifetime, then just bear with it.

But Lu Cheng didn’t know what Fang Yanling was worried about, otherwise he would really explain it to the other party.

With murderous intent in mind, Fang Yanling slapped the Qiankun bag on his waist, and a transparent crystal flew out of it, landed in his hand, and emitted a rotating Tai Chi shape.

As soon as this light map appeared, it covered the attacking flying swords Chunjun and Liehuo, suppressing and delaying them. The two swords moved slowly in the light map, as if time was suppressed.

Lu Cheng was not surprised that Fang Yanling could take out such a magical weapon. He had long discovered that many Taoist scriptures in this world had the same contents as those in his own world.

Moreover, most of them have been passed down from ancient times and have important significance in the entire world of immortal cultivation.

So it was normal for the other party to take out a Tai Chi magic weapon. The only discord was that the other party's identity as a Southern Border evil cultivator did not match the magic weapon.

Using a magic weapon to restrain Lu Cheng's two swords, Fang Yanling summoned a bone staff with his other hand. It looked like a human spine and the head of the staff looked like a dried human head with green messy hair.

"die!"

Fang Yanling waved his bone staff, and a misty green poisonous gas surged towards Lu Cheng. He no longer used thunder magic, but his own commonly used powerful magic weapon, hoping to defeat his opponent in a short time.

Compared with Qi-concentrating cultivators, Foundation-building cultivators have profound magical powers, powerful spells, and the ability to cover their opponents with spiritual sense to protect themselves. Before meeting Lu Cheng, Fang Yanling had never thought for hundreds of years that one day in his life he would have to take a Qi-concentrating cultivator as an opponent.

A pair of bat wings appeared behind Lu Cheng, and then he swung them violently. His whole body turned into a black light and crashed into the top wall. His body and limbs revealed the force, and then he turned over and fell down as quickly as a wild beast, avoiding the range of the emerald green misty poisonous gas.

The emerald green poisonous gas hit the stone wall behind Lu Cheng, corroding it rapidly, melting the entire stone wall and eroding a hole.

"poison?!"

Lu Cheng took a quick look and thought a little.

But the next moment he had put his fingers together and pointed them at Chunjun and Liehuo who were suppressed by the Tai Chi diagram.

"How can one suppress time at this level? It's nothing more than suppressing the mind and making the opponent think that time has been suppressed."

"This magical weapon is quite impressive, but unfortunately your methods are too mediocre."

As Lu Cheng's spirit and I became one, a deep red divine glow spread from the statue of the God Chijun held by Lin Qingyue in the corner.

The divine power of the Chixin Taoist Temple can elevate his "divine" to a very high level.

Although we are not in Chixin Temple now, with the statue of Chijun God and Chijun's divine power, this place can also be used as Chijun's temporary dojo.

Buzz buzz buzz.

With the blessing of the unity of the Sword Master God and myself, a red glow spread from the two swords, Chunjun and Liehuo.

At this time in Lu Cheng, the entire Taoist exuded a sense of majesty and the spirit of an ancient swordsman who had survived thousands of battles and was undefeated in a hundred fights.

The sword intent becomes momentum!

This unique sword skill has always been that the stronger the sword master is and the stronger the sword intent is, the more powerful the skill will be.

It's not just the power that Lu Cheng has always demonstrated, but Lu Cheng's current cultivation and ability limit the use of this unique skill.

stab.

The sound was like tearing cloth.

The light from the two swords actually tore apart the Tai Chi light pattern illuminated by the third-level magic weapon, the Tai Chi crystal. Fang Yanling had never expected this. He was still preparing for the next powerful spell, and at this moment he looked extremely embarrassed as he was trying to avoid the light from the two swords that had already been fixed.

But he had to hide, as the physical body of a Foundation Establishment cultivator was not much stronger than that of a Qi Condensation cultivator, and he was unable to withstand the attack of a flying sword.

His body spun rapidly in the air, releasing several streams of magic power, forcing the two swords to stop attacking.

But this time, Fang Yanling discovered that the two sword lights were more than twice as agile and dynamic as in the previous fight!
Without the power of the Red Lord, Lu Cheng has no spiritual consciousness, and there is no "god" on the flying sword. At this moment, the young Taoist consumed the little remaining divine power to bless himself with spiritual consciousness. It can be said that Lu Cheng now has only the spiritual consciousness and swordsmanship of the foundation-building realm, except for his lack of magic power and magic weapons.

The sword light changes, slaying ghosts and killing gods!
Lin Qingyue, who was standing by, was stunned when she saw this scene. Not to mention seeing it, she had never heard of a Qi training cultivator who could, alone with a sword, cross a major realm and suppress a Foundation Establishment late stage cultivator head-on with just his swordsmanship.

Lin Qingyue stared at the battle intently, her pale face turning redder and redder. She subconsciously pressed her legs together, not daring to take a breath.

The lights of the two swords, Chunjun and Liehuo, merged into one, and at this moment were like a rope to bind immortals, strong and continuous, trapping Fang Yanling bit by bit.

Lu Cheng's sword moves were swift and unpredictable, and the sword light was twisting and changing, making it hard to block or defend. Fang Yanling lost the upper hand and was unable to make a comeback for a while.

Because of the sword intent at this moment, his movements seemed to be delayed for a moment, and he felt as if a red blazing knife was being pressed into his head, cutting and sawing his spirit bit by bit.

"Scorching Sun Order!"

Knowing that the remaining divine power in the statue of the Red Heart God was running low, Lu Cheng needed a killing move that would make him lose the battle. Otherwise, if he continued to waste time, he would definitely be the one to die in the end.

A three-inch-sized vermilion jade tablet fell into his hand, and he injected his own magic power into it. Then, a white-incandescent light suddenly shot out, and the blazing light ball enveloped Fang Yanling.

Fang Yanling, who was being chased by the two swords of Chunjun and Liehuo, flew and spun without touching the ground. In the midst of his busy schedule, he swung out the human-head poison stick in his hand, and shot out green flames.

boom.

The two flames canceled out each other, and Fang Yanling even suffered a little. But it didn't matter, Lu Cheng suppressed him with dozens of sword moves, and a powerful strike produced this effect, while Fang Yanling swung his staff to counterattack in the midst of his busy schedule, and the result was almost a draw. The longer it dragged on, the more likely Lu Cheng would die.

However, during this process, the old Taoist Fang Yanling saw the young Taoist gritting his teeth and sneering, looking ferocious and vicious!
"What is he laughing at, why is he laughing?"

The attacks of both sides were indeed offset, but Lu Cheng also successfully approached Fang Yanling. The cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage had a certain amount of magic power to protect their bodies, but they could not withstand the full force attack of the cultivators in the late Qi training stage. Similarly, under normal circumstances, they could not use this to block the Hundred Poisons Golden Silkworm Gu.

"It's inevitable that a monk from Southern Xinjiang would raise some insects. Go, Fatty, bite him to death!"

In the blink of an eye, a light golden poisonous insect covered with hideous spikes leaped towards Fang Yanling's body.

The experienced Taoist priest could almost see the densely packed sharp teeth in its mouth.

"Ahhhh!"

Suddenly, a circle of surging translucent air waves spread out with the body of the old Taoist Fang Yanling as the center. Although it was almost invisible, its mass at this moment was almost like the pressure of steel.

The two swords, Chunjun and Liehuo, were knocked away with a clang.

The poisonous golden silkworm Gu suddenly turned into a golden light and fell back on Lu Cheng.

Including Lu Cheng, he was also forced back by the powerful burst of magic power.

"Lost!?"

In the corner of the stone room, Lin Qingyue, who was so nervous that she hardly dared to breathe, had such a thought in her mind.

I thought I could turn defeat into victory, but unexpectedly, I still lost in the end. This is the path of a cultivator. No matter how many spells and magical powers you have, they can never match the growth of Taoism and the mastery of magical powers.

However, the young Taoist priest, who was knocked back by the shock, still had a calm look in his eyes:
"The heart is like still water, like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water!"

At this moment, with the mind suppressed, there are no thoughts such as joy, sorrow, fear or terror.

"You are not the first Foundation Establishment cultivator I have killed, and you will not be the last. I know the upper limit of the mana of a late Foundation Establishment cultivator. I knew it from the beginning!"

As his body was flying backwards, Lu Cheng pressed down on the Chunjun flying sword beside him with one hand, and their spiritual consciousness, magical power and qi were connected to each other.

The next moment, the Chunjun flying sword turned sharply and flew back, regained control, and flew back into Lu Cheng's hands at a rapid speed.

At this moment, the sword and the man were almost one and the same.

"After this explosion of magic power, you are powerless to resist, so die!"

The meridian-breaking sword energy in his body was running so fast and fiercely at this moment that it could split the sky, and it almost no longer cared about the life or death of the sword master. Even the powerful meridians of Lu Cheng's innate magical power, the sea of ​​qi, began to be damaged and cracked.

But it also brought powerful force, causing Lu Cheng, holding the Chunjun sword, to almost turn into a golden sword light, slashing vertically towards the old Taoist Fang Yanling, whose magic power was exhausted after the explosion.

"Let's die together!"

Fang Yanling almost squeezed out all the remaining magic power he could muster at this moment, injected it into the human-headed poison stick, and shot out green flames.

boom.

The Chunjun sword slashed the old Taoist priest, and the green flame fell on Lu Cheng's shoulder.

The young Taoist swung his sword and then fell down diagonally.

Fang Yanling suddenly turned into a ball of gray mist in mid-air. He was not dead, but flew away rapidly.

Long before, Lin Qingyue had already held up the statue of Red Heart God and aimed it at Fang Yanling according to Lu Cheng's request, but it was useless. The last of the thunder and fire power in the statue of Red Heart God was almost exhausted, and it fell to the ground. Lu Cheng's face suddenly flickered and changed.

It was not until Lu Cheng gently pressed it with his palm that the face stabilized again.

"I don't even have enough power to maintain the illusion. It's meaningless to use the last bit of power."

A moment later, in the quiet stone chamber, Lin Qingyue and Lu Cheng each supported their bodies, struggled to walk towards each other, and then bumped into each other. They held hands, and then looked at the top of the stone chamber together, panting and laughing.

I almost died just now.

But now he didn't die.

The joy of life was so intense at this moment that even though they knew they shouldn't laugh, the two of them just kept laughing.

After a long while, Lin Qingyue suddenly turned over, lay on Lu Cheng's body, bit his ear and whispered:
"My dear, please take Qingyue. When I didn't want to die, I had never given myself to you."

Lu Cheng was stunned when he heard that, then he lowered his head and looked into Lin Qingyue's eyes. That beautiful face, after life and death, the animal nature overwhelmed everything.

On the other side, Fang Yanling, who was seriously injured and whose life was saved almost entirely by his protective robe, was taking medicine, meditating, and practicing Qi to recover from his injuries.

I just felt shame and hatred in my heart, which almost destroyed my reason like a raging wave.

At this moment, he almost felt that he didn't need the relics left by his predecessors anymore. He just wanted to kill those two juniors and wash away the shame.

Lin Chuanli led the Yuan family father and daughter and moved forward towards the main tomb chamber with great difficulty. During the process, he also encountered and fought with the remaining three Fang family monks, but fortunately he won the battle in the end.

The three of them were originally unable to escape as fast as Lu Cheng and Lin Qingyue, who possessed special magical weapons. Fang Yanling, who had profound magical powers, was left far behind.

However, because they were being chased, Lu Cheng no longer went towards the main tomb chamber with Lin Qingyue on his back. Fang Yanling was chasing the two of them, so of course he had to follow them. Therefore, in the end, the three of them were the closest to the main tomb chamber.

However, the deeper they went, the more ghosts and ghost cultivators there were. With the magical powers of the three of them, every step was dangerous and difficult.

No one knew whether it was because of the dual cultivation techniques that Lu Cheng remembered, or because after a man was tired and exhausted, he would feel better soon after being gently comforted by a girl he liked, or maybe it was a combination of both reasons.

After a long and passionate love affair, Lu Cheng ran away again carrying Lin Qingyue on his back.

Both his mental state and his mana recovered very quickly, so much so that Lin Qingyue lay on the back of Lu Cheng, suspiciously guessing:

"Why are you so energetic now? Tell me, are you lying to me?"

"What did you lie to me about?"

"You lied to me... you're so annoying." Falling into the trap of the rhetoric, Lin Qingyue blushed and hit Lu Cheng lightly, then continued to ask impatiently.

"Are you lying to me?"

"Yes."

"Are you lying to me?"

"Yes."

"How could you do this? I like you so much and you lied to me."

"Hahahahahaha..."

Although he was laughing and joking with Lin Qingyue, Lu Cheng was still trying his best to find a chance of survival, even though the poisonous golden silkworm Gu had been exposed and there was almost no divine power left in the statue of Red Heart God.

Although Fang Yanling, as a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, will soon recover, Lu Cheng still tries his best to find a way out.

This is the heart of Lu Cheng as a swordsman. He will make mistakes, feel depressed, lose, and be defeated, but he will never lose the courage to find hope and struggle for victory.

(End of this chapter)