One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 16: The House is Full of Corpses, the Taoist is Sleeping

In the yard and in the house, the poisonous insects rushed in one after another, but were burned by the magnificent "Red Flame Divine Curse" in the house.

He sat in front of a statue and a cluster of lights, the light of the lights surged behind him, and in the surging void of fire, it seemed as if a flaming god was outlined.

It is not an easy task to transform the level of Taoist practice into spells and various spellcasting techniques. This requires correct training and long-term efforts.

Therefore, the strength of a spell is not constant at all. It depends on the environment at the time and the person's spellcasting ability and concentration.

First of all, it has to fit the environment. For example, the current dojo is an environment he created himself that is completely suitable for his spellcasting.

He spent a lot of time training his concentration in Tiandu Mountain, so that he would not be easily interrupted whether he was studying or casting spells.

There are also skills, such as dividing your thoughts and multitasking; making your spells travel farther; making your spells able to switch between real and virtual; making your spells orderly and not chaotic.

These skills have corresponding names in Tiandu Mountain, namely: Bingxin, One Thought to Create Life, Thought to Transform into Illusion, Multiple Thoughts to Arrive, Capture and Seize the Mind, Rows upon Row, Overlapping Waves, Transformation between Real and Virtual, All Streams Returning to the Origin, and Torrent of Magic Power.

These are the magical skills that he can practice at this stage, and he has already mastered them all. However, this is not like magic that can be demonstrated casually, so very few people know about it.

As for the practice method and spells, during the past ten years, his main practice method was "Xuan Gan Yin Yang Yang Qi Jue", and his main spell was "Fire Talisman", which was promoted to "Divine Fire Talisman", and "Divine Fire Talisman" was further promoted to "Red Flame Divine Talisman".

Whether in his heart or in the teachings of the Taoist masters of Tiandu Mountain, they all said that every spell has its own characteristics, but the power always increases from small to large, from shallow to deep, and requires one's own understanding, more practice and more perception, in order to make a spell become powerful and terrifying.

If one only tries a little bit, he will become a person who knows a little bit of everything, but cannot determine the fate of the world with anything. The Taoist master of Tiandu Mountain said that all laws originate from the mind, are combined with the five elements, and meet in the image, so all have similarities, and are mutually generated and restrained. However, the real strong person is a person who only knows one law, but can know any law. It is not others who restrain him, but he who restrains others.

In addition to his main subject of fire magic, he also learned the magic of marrying dreams, mountain town, nightmare victory, spells, sword control, talismans, summoning gods, and sword and weapon tactics.

Of course, in addition to practicing the fundamental principles, spells, and spellcasting techniques, there are also various Taoist theories.

All of this will be verified tonight to see if it can be transformed into the ability to compete with others.

The ghosts did not enter the house directly, but lay on the roof, on the tiles, and in the shadows of the windowsills. They enveloped the entire house, and the negative energy they gathered together condensed into mist and dripped from the gaps in the tiles.

Zhao Fuyun did not look up, but he felt that the sky above was dark and gloomy, as if the roof was about to collapse at any time.

The negative energy was suppressing the brilliance of the divine fire in the room, making Zhao Fuyun feel like he was carrying a heavy object as he walked forward.

He pointed with his fingers, and all kinds of insects burned in the flames, snakes, rats, centipedes, scorpions, wireworms, etc. No matter what kind, as long as they got close, they would be swallowed up and burned by the flames.

Those poisonous insects did not rush in randomly, but in an order, like a military formation, some came in an early stage and some in a late stage. Some flew in the air, some crawled on the ground. Some gathered in a group and moved forward in unison, while others were sneaky or hid behind the windowsill and shot in like arrows.

The advance of these insects is like the art of war, combining the strange and the regular, and advancing to cover each other.

It seemed that there was someone controlling them from behind. They collectively made various insect sounds. The murderous intent of those poisonous insects actually pushed the flames away and rushed straight towards Zhao Fuyun who was deep in the main hall.

The mixed sounds of insects seemed to have some kind of magical power, which actually made Zhao Fuyun's consciousness waver at that moment.

However, he had worked hard to practice his concentration. In order to prevent himself from being interrupted while casting spells, he first cast the spell with his eyes blindfolded during training, and then had someone slap him.

This feeling of completely giving yourself to others is very bad. If someone suddenly wants to kill you, you will be killed.

Zhao Fuyun was an extremely insecure person. In that situation, he would often have such thoughts, so his spellcasting would often be interrupted, because as long as someone suddenly patted him, he would feel frightened. However, through continuous training, although he would still be afraid, his spellcasting would not be interrupted.

Gradually, he had people prick him with needles, and practiced drawing talismans in the air while walking, casting spells while walking, and casting spells while talking to people.

Only by constantly counterattacking and casting spells can you escape from danger. If you lose your spell, shouting, running around, you will only die faster.

Zhao Fuyun was seen waving his fingers in the air, and the layers of flames were like waves, drowning some poisonous insects, or he was chanting the word "burn" to increase the power of the flames.

And those flames also came in layers, like waves that crashed into the void and rolled back, burning to death some poisonous insects that had escaped the previous round of fire, and the waves of fire continued.

Sometimes, there seemed to be gaps in the fire waves, but they were all blocked just right.

The poisonous insects are like soldiers.

Zhao Fuyun controlled the fire just like he used his troops, with a proper degree of flexibility.

Suddenly, a red light shot out like a rubber band. This was a wireworm that had been lying in ambush for a long time. If you were bitten by it, it would immediately drill into your skin and flesh. Even if you were a foundation-building cultivator, you would probably lose half your life.

Moreover, even if it does not completely penetrate into the body, but only penetrates a little bit and is cut off, it can still survive, and there is not much difference as if it had penetrated the whole body.

At the moment when this red light appeared, another red snake swam quickly from the corner.

The sneak attack of the iron wire worm Gu caught people off guard, but the real killer move was the red-refined snake Gu. The red-refined snake Gu was cultivated using a secret method. It contains fire in its body, and its scales are all red, making it extremely resistant to flames.

When the waves of fire burned the poisonous insects, Zhao Fuyun seemed a little flustered by the iron wire worm that suddenly shot out.

The sword finger drew a streak in the void, and the iron wire worm Gu did not burn directly, but fell on the table not far from him, wriggling as if it was trying to accumulate strength before bouncing up again.

Just at this moment, the red snake swam silently to his vicinity, and suddenly jumped out, biting towards Zhao Fuyun like a red light.

However, Zhao Fuyun's left hand had already grasped a fire needle, and he shot the needle towards the red snake like a needle piercing an acupoint. The fire needle passed through the void and pierced the red snake's head squarely.

At the same time, he took another step back, and the red snake fell to the ground in front of him, twisting its body wildly. The fire needle broke the scales of the red snake's body protection, and the divine power followed closely and destroyed its consciousness.

No one knew that Zhao Fuyun had always been very afraid of snakes, rats, and insects. He would feel sick if he looked at them for too long, and this sickness made him feel terrified.

At this moment, he held his breath in his chest and took another step back.

At this moment, his aura paused slightly, as if he had dodged a fatal blow and was frightened by the snake's close approach.

Just then, a 'crack' sound was heard from the roof.

The roof seemed unable to withstand the huge pressure from above and a part of it collapsed.

Tiles, dust fell, dust surged, at this moment, it was impossible to tell whether it was dust or that ghostly fog.

The evil spirits rushed in along with the falling tiles, as if someone was pushing them down. In just a moment, the fire in the room was suppressed by the sudden huge evil energy and quickly dimmed. At this moment, a cold wind blew in from the roof, and the lights that were about to be extinguished were extinguished in an instant.

The room suddenly became dark.

At this moment, a shadow came down from the hole in the roof. The shadow looked like a monkey with red hair, but it did not have the face of a monkey and seemed unreal.

As soon as it appeared, it pounced towards Zhao Fuyun.

This is Tang Ye’s fire ghost. This fire ghost can already walk under the sunlight.

He had used this fire ghost to kill many people, so he was confident in his fire ghost, especially since he had created so many conditions before, and now was a good time.

Wherever he passed, the ghosts gave way.

However, at this moment, a dazzling golden-red light surged from Zhao Fuyun's hands.

At the same time, there seemed to be a glow of fire in his eyes.

"Just waiting for you!"

This was Zhao Fuyun's voice, full of confidence, without any fear at all. He sounded like a fishing expert who had finally waited for the fish to take the bait.

The golden-red flame in his hand was a 'Red Flame Divine Fire Talisman', and when he cast this talisman, he also 'invited' the Red Flame Divine Lord to stay, and used the magic power surge casting technique at the same time.

This torrent of magic power is equivalent to a life-threatening means, which is to gush out all the magic power in the body in a very short period of time, making the magic power like a torrent.

The final usage is the sword and weapon strategy.

Summon the Red Flame God, cast the Red Flame Divine Fire Talisman, and use the technique of the torrent of mana, combined with the sword and weapon tactics.

The Scarlet Flame Divine Fire Talisman was held between his fingers. As it passed through the air, it was like a little sun suddenly blooming in this dark room.

The red-haired fire ghost was caught off guard and instantly crashed into the flames, letting out a scream, and was instantly burned into green smoke.

The same thing happened to the other ghosts in the room under the light.

There was a scream from someone on the roof, followed by the sound of someone rolling down. With a bang, someone rolled down from the roof and fell into the yard.

Zhao Fuyun stretched out his hand and waved at the lamp next to him, creating a gust of wind, but the wind seemed to carry fire and ignited the lamp.

And the flames seemed to be contagious, reigniting one by one.

The room was bright again, and Zhao Fuyun walked out step by step. There were dead insects and snakes under his feet, and he was careful not to step on them.

I came to the steps outside and listened to the sound of the wind outside. In the wind there were suppressed and heavy breathing sounds, which came from the people outside who were exorcising insects and exorcising ghosts.

Tang Ye tried hard to turn over, but the fire ghost that was connected to his soul died, causing him serious injuries.

He struggled hard and tried to stand up, but staggered and fell to the ground again. His white hair had already been scattered and he looked extremely disheveled.

"A disciple from Mount Tiandu is here to teach. Are you going to kill him without teaching him? How can you, a disciple from a famous and upright sect, kill a person who has violated the law?"

Tang Ye stretched out a hand to block in front of him and said.

Zhao Fuyun flicked his finger, and the fire needle pierced into Tang Ye's brow like a streak of light. The golden firelight flashed and extinguished at his brow. Tang Ye fell backwards, but leaned against the wall, and slowly slid down, his eyes wide open, and there was a look of disbelief.

"Your death will teach the people of Wu Ze what reverence is, so that they will know themselves clearly!" Zhao Fuyun said lightly.

After he said that, he turned around, went back into the house, swept the dead insect off the chair, and sat down there.

He had just cast the last spell and had used up all his magical power. He was weak and tired, and his head still hurt a little, but he sat there with his eyes closed to rest, and no one dared to peek at him.

The night was still dark and there was no dawn yet. The golden lights were burning quietly, illuminating the corpses on the ground and a person in a room filled with corpses. After a while, he could hear the sound of snoring.

(End of this chapter)