Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 687: Possessing a treasure, it is difficult to resist the nightmare

With one punch, the void darkened in shock!

You have broken my heart with the pain of beauty, but I don’t understand love. How should I respond?
The terrifying force surged like a tide, blocking the red line and revealing "Yan Ruyu". Under the trembling, the image of the beautiful woman's sorrow collapsed immediately.

As the artistic conception was shattered, many low-level cultivators who were trapped in it suddenly woke up, wiping away the tears from their eyes in embarrassment, not wanting others to see this embarrassing state.

However, they were just overthinking it. Those who were not affected were all looking intently at the platform and didn't care about them at all.

Chu Mu, who had lost the duel, was feeling depressed. Seeing the situation on the field, he couldn't help but say, "One of the three swords has been broken. If Kong Yerong can't defeat Wei Mingde with the remaining two swords, then this battle is in danger..."

What he said was exactly what Chen Mu and the others were thinking. Kong Yerong had the upper hand by flexible entanglement, but after three swords, he must have suffered heavy losses. If he couldn't defeat his opponent, it would no longer be as easy as it was now.

On the other hand, Wei Mingde becomes more and more courageous as the battle goes on. He only needs to wait for the right opportunity to win in one fell swoop!
What others can think of, the people on the field can naturally also think of.

Therefore, Wei Mingde did not act rashly, but waited quietly for Kong Yerong to reveal his flaws.

However, Kong Yerong seemed unaware of the situation and his expression remained unchanged.

Even though "Yan Ruyu" returned in defeat, he did not show any extra expression, but just turned his gaze to the ancient sword of green millet color.

"A thousand bushels of millet, please kill this man!"

A sword swept through the sky, bringing up a green sky. If you look closely, you can vaguely see thousands of acres of fertile fields and endless resources.

Wei Mingde didn't wake up immediately this time. He only felt that he had become the direct disciple of the True Lord of Longxiang Mountain, inheriting the Taoist lineage of the gods, with all kinds of resources at his disposal. He became famous in the Taiyi Xuanling Realm and was known to everyone...

In reality, he was not the only one who closed his eyes and smiled unconsciously. Many low-level cultivators laughed out loud and shouted continuously.

Chen Mu looked intently and saw that the "Thousand Chungs of Millet" was emitting a green light. It did not kill the opponent with its blade like a sword cultivator's sword, but flew directly into the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness.

The sea of ​​consciousness is a forbidden area for cultivators. If it is ravaged by such an ancient sword, one will be seriously injured if not killed...

The expressions of the cultivators in Longxiang Mountain had changed. They wanted to give a warning, but they also knew that if they did so, they would be immediately judged as the loser by the True Lord. So they were confused and anxious for a while.

The green is so hazy that it almost covers the sky.

Just as they were about to lose their temper, Wei Mingde suddenly shouted, "The supreme position and all the resources are my due. Why do you need to evolve here?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the greenness in the hall quickly disappeared!
He kept moving, laughed confidently, caught up with "Thousand Chungs of Millet" and attacked him head-on!
"clang!"

A loud bang was heard, and Kong Yerong's face suddenly turned pale. With his brows furrowed, he quickly made a hand gesture to call back the ancient sword.

"Qian Zhong Su" wailed incessantly, and the spiritual light of the sword appeared and disappeared from time to time, looking extremely unstable.

Seeing this, Kong Yerong reached out and touched it with a distressed look. After putting it away, he cast his gaze on the last ancient golden sword without hesitation.

If someone else was planning the final blow, they would be extremely cautious, fearing that their haste would result in insufficient power. However, he was extremely decisive, holding a carefree attitude of "if it succeeds, it succeeds, if it fails, it fails."

This alone made Chen Mu quite appreciative...

"Golden House, go!"

This sword flew across the sky, and all you could see was golden light!
This light is different from the Sihua golden light of the Yaoguang Fairy. It has a more precious feeling, is not dazzling at all, and is very pleasing to the heart.

Wei Mingde knew that this would be Kong Yerong's final attack, so he did not dare to take it lightly and prepared to meet it.

He looked straight at the sky, and suddenly a golden light flashed in his eyes, which seemed to echo the "Golden House"...

The golden light hangs high in the sky and has not descended for a long time.

Perhaps because of the dazzling golden light, Wei Mingde couldn't see everyone's appearance or reactions for a moment. He couldn't help but feel annoyed and shouted, "Kong Yerong, if you don't draw your sword, I won't give you a chance!"

After a shout, a faint whisper came from behind the golden light: "Go!"

The next moment, golden light suddenly descended, just like before, pointing directly at where his soul was.

"Well done!"

Wei Mingde muttered to himself, his mind entering the sea of ​​consciousness, ready for battle.

"Golden House" suddenly slashed out a sword energy, which immediately caused waves in the sea of ​​consciousness for thousands of miles.

“What a powerful voice!”

Wei Mingde raised his eyebrows, feeling that the power of this last sword was far greater than the previous two swords.

He calmed his mind and commanded the power of his soul to transform it into a wall of heaven.

"Crack!"

With a loud bang, the sword energy broke through the sky wall as easily as tearing cloth, and approached as rapidly as an arrow.

Wei Mingde's face turned pale and he shouted inwardly, "How is this possible!" Although his soul was not as good as Tao Xianxu and others, it was also cultivated from the top inheritance. How could it be broken in one blow?
Unless Kong Yerong's cultivation is far superior to his own, but this is also impossible.

In an emergency, he didn't bother to think about the reason. With a flash of his eyes, he took out a bone-white fang.

This fang looked extremely ordinary, but Wei Mingde's expression was cautious, as if he was worried about being seen by others even in his own sea of ​​consciousness.

It's no wonder he is so cautious, because this thing is his treasure of enlightenment, and no one except him knows of its existence.

"I was able to grow up from a village boy to this day thanks to the protection of this treasure. Today's danger must be overcome with this treasure!"

Thinking of this, he suddenly raised the fang in his hand, and when he exerted his strength, the golden sword energy suddenly stagnated, and then uncontrollably collapsed into mist and was sucked into the fang.

This is not the end. The spiritual power contained in the sword energy was transformed into essence by the fangs and then absorbed by Wei Mingde.

"call!"

Wei Mingde breathed a sigh of relief, his complexion became rosy again, and he looked like he had received a great tonic.

This was his greatest secret. This treasure could absorb spiritual energy and transform it into vital energy. His current achievements were inseparable from the help of this treasure...

With this treasure protecting him, the "Golden House" could no longer have any influence on him, and he then drove it out easily.

Afterwards, Kong Yerong lost his strength and had no choice but to admit defeat.

His reputation grew even more notable, and with his invincible momentum, he defeated Li Jianyi, Tao Xianxu, and Beiyuan Chenmu in succession, successfully winning the title of Daozi leader!

In a short time, Longxiang Mountain's Wei Mingde's reputation spread throughout the world, and he was hailed as the best in the world...

Later, when the demonic calamity descended, he bravely stepped forward and led the immortals of the world to successfully defeat the core of the demonic world. For this, he was given great opportunity and great fortune, and in one fell swoop he was certified as a True Lord, creating a legend of the gods...

At the very end, his cultivation had reached its peak, and he was about to break through the realm and ascend. Suddenly, a familiar figure flew in front of him and shouted, "Why don't you wake up!"

"Ok?"

He frowned and looked carefully at the figure opposite him. After a while, he was shocked and recognized that this person was True Lord Han Yuan.

"Didn't True Lord Han Yuan die in the demonic calamity? How could he appear here?"

Seeing that he was still not awake, Han Yuan Zhenjun also shouted coldly, and enlightened him with his magic power: "If you don't wake up, you will be trapped in the nightmare forever!"

"Soul Nightmare..."

A word of warning suddenly woke Wei Mingde up from his dream. He suddenly looked terrified and felt that the scenes around him were shattered one after another like a mirror. Then a dazzling golden light shone, making him close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself still at the top of Daoshi Mountain, with golden light shining above his head and the "Golden House" flickering...

"I……"

Han Yuan Zhenjun shook his head and announced directly: "The winner is Kong Yerong of the Tongqiu Kong Clan."

Wei Mingde's face changed and he hurriedly looked at the people outside. It could be seen that everyone looked as if it was a matter of course. Even Wei Chu shook his head with regret.

Seeing that he hadn't reacted yet, Han Yuan Zhenjun could only remind him, "The Golden House lures you into a dream with the promise of treasure. If I don't take action, you will never wake up."

After hearing this, Wei Mingde finally came to his senses.

"So... the moment I unleashed this sword, I had already fallen asleep..."

He recalled everything that had happened before and felt ashamed for a moment. Then he was suddenly startled and hurriedly reached into his sea of ​​consciousness.

When he saw that the fang was still hanging quietly in the air, he sighed deeply.

The "Golden House" lures people into dreams with the image of a treasure. If he didn't have this secret treasure known only to himself, he wouldn't be so easily deceived...

"This is how we gain, and this is how we lose..."

He shook his head and sighed, then looked at Kong Yerong and bowed, saying, "Your Excellency's Taoism is unfathomable. I, Wei, am willing to admit defeat!"

After he finished speaking, he paused again and transmitted his voice, "As for the matter of forcing your father to death, I will carefully investigate it after returning and will definitely give you an explanation..."

He was a bold and magnanimous person who dared to take responsibility when losing, which surprised Kong Yerong.

Kong Yerong's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded indifferently, saying, "Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist."

Personal hatred is easy to resolve, but family feuds are beyond the control of the two of them...

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(End of this chapter)