Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 772: Millions of Wronged Souls
"If it's really as Fellow Daoist Li said..."

Someone looked back and said solemnly, "Then we really need to make plans early. No matter who the Fortune Lotus Pond falls into, it should at least be protected from demonic cultivators."

The old woman smiled and nodded. "You are right, fellow Daoist, but there is no need to worry too much. I left behind some 'Thousand-Eyed Insects' along the way."

“From what I’ve observed, there are only three or five demon cultivators chasing after us, and they are far inferior to us.

"Thousand-eyed insect?"

The man exclaimed in surprise and said, "Ancient species that can evade the Nascent Soul's consciousness are rare in the world. Moreover, once awakened, their lifespan is extremely short. How could you be so willing to do that, old sister..."

The old woman's eyes were cloudy, but she replied calmly, "You can't bring it with you when you are born, and you can't take it with you when you die. If this item can help me regain my life, that will be its greatest value."

Hearing this, everyone seemed to be lost in thought, and unconsciously bowed their hands without saying anything more.

But they all had some doubts in their minds.

"Only three or five demon cultivators?"

"What about the rest of the people? Where did they go?"

"There can't be only a few demon cultivators here, right?

Everyone was silent and no one spoke rashly.

Perhaps they were afraid that their guess was wrong, or perhaps they had a stronger opponent than the demon cultivators...

Dragon Son Ao Yun strode forward with his head held high, his gaze determined, seemingly unaware that he was determined to obtain the "Lotus Pond of Creation"...

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There is no alternation of day and night in the Immortal Palace, but judging from the time, several days have passed in the blink of an eye.

In front of the thirty-three palaces, Chen Mu waved his sleeves and a snuff bottle shining with golden light flew out. When it reached the outer room, it spread out a hundred feet in the wind, emitting layers of golden clouds.

Several golden-armored statues below were illuminated by this light, and immediately felt top-heavy and lost most of their spiritual power. Then they fell to the ground one after another, and no longer tried to stop it.

Seeing this, the large amount of golden light was absorbed by the snuff bottle and flew back into his sleeves.

Seeing the scene before him, Wei Mingde was somewhat moved. He praised with a sigh, "What kind of magical treasure is this? It's really powerful!"

Although he is a strength cultivator, his eyesight is not bad at all.

So he could see that the several golden-armored statues were illuminated by the golden glow and had no power to resist at all.

If I use this thing on myself, I will probably get into big trouble.

Chen Mu smiled faintly, but did not hide anything. He said in a clear voice: "To be honest, this treasure was obtained from the Thirty-first Immortal Palace. This is the first time I have used it."

"Thirty-first level?"

Wei Mingde said in frustration, "How could I have missed such a magical treasure!"

He met Chen Mu in the thirty-second palace, and passed through the thirty-first palace before Chen Mu, but failed to find this treasure.

After a moment of annoyance, he enviedly said, "It seems that the leader's luck is better than mine..."

Chen Mu's expression changed slightly, and he shook his head: "It's not luck at all, it's just that I encountered a demon cultivator and snatched it from him."

Seeing him mention the Demonic Cultivation, Wei Mingde's expression finally cleared up. He said in amazement, "Sometimes I have to say, this Demonic Cultivation is really puzzling. Why would you waste your time on ordinary opportunities instead of planning for the 'Lotus Pond of Good Fortune'?"

Chen Mu had already discovered this, so he had a vague guess.

He slowly said, "How can Fellow Daoist Wei be so sure that the 'Lotus Pond of Creation' exists?"

Wei Mingde was not stupid either. After hearing this, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and felt that it was very possible.

"Brother Dao, are you saying that the demon cultivators deliberately spread the news of the 'Lotus Pond of Good Fortune'? And then wantonly plundered its resources to increase their own wealth?"

After saying this, he suddenly frowned again, paused, and muttered, "But I heard that when the Immortal Palace opened, there was indeed a celestial phenomenon of the Creation Lotus Pond. How can this be explained..."

Chen Mu smiled and said, "If Fellow Daoist Wei were to plan ahead, would he have any way to deceive everyone?"

Wei Mingde immediately shook his head and replied, "I don't have such means, but if the Master of the sect could help me..."

Having said this, he was stunned and suddenly understood.

"What a Demonic Heaven Alliance! They are so powerful!"

"The entire East China Sea sect was actually deceived by him! Even us..."

He clapped his hands suddenly, frowned and glared, almost puffing his beard and glaring.

Chen Mu didn't say anything immediately. After a moment's silence, he said, "It's possible that no one in the East China Sea has noticed it. It's just that the 'Lotus Pond of Fortune' is so tempting that even if there's a one in a thousand chance that it's real, they don't want to miss it."

Wei Mingde nodded: "Yes, if it were me, I would definitely make the same choice as them."

In fact, even now, he still has the idea of ​​catching up with the front array. After all, what they said was just speculation. What if the demon cultivator really has no intention of "creating the lotus pond"?

Wouldn’t they then miss out on the greatest opportunity to become an immortal since they started practicing Taoism?
It was all just a scam, and even if this trip yielded nothing, they could accept it...

The two of them were walking and talking, and when they were crossing an arch bridge, they suddenly heard a roar coming from deep within the Chongxian Palace.

The two of them couldn't help but pause, and after looking at each other, they stretched out their spiritual thoughts to explore. They saw a magnificent palace with demonic thoughts surging in front of it. The black fog covered the sky and blocked out the sun. From time to time, the sounds of fighting could be heard from inside, causing their inspiration to surge.

But precisely because of this, their spiritual senses could not get close enough to identify who was fighting the demon cultivator.

However, there were only a handful of people who could walk here, so the two of them approached quickly without much hesitation.

At the same time, the three people who were besieged by the evil cultivators noticed something and couldn't help but cheer up.

One of the figures in white clothes holding a sword laughed out loud, and with a burst of magic power in his body, thousands of sword energies swam out, and they continued to chop towards a flag in front of them that was spewing black mist.

"It's Fellow Daoist Li!"

Chen Mu and the other man's eyes flashed, and they couldn't help but become more alert.

Being able to trap Li Jianyi, it seems that the demon cultivators here are also quite powerful.

"Friend Li, I'm here to help you!"

Wei Mingde's tongue lashed out like spring thunder, a fierce flash appeared in his eyes, and his whole body turned into a hundred feet long, rushing into the black fog with a rumbling sound. The strong wind he brought with him tore it apart in an instant, revealing the situation inside.

Chen Mu looked over and saw the young man named Yan who had set up a large formation outside. Besides him, there were four other Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators.

"No wonder they were able to trap Li Jianyi..."

He shifted his gaze slightly and saw Fairy Yaoguang again, and... another familiar figure.

"Why is he here?"

While Chen Mu was thinking, the young man named Yan rushed over with great enthusiasm.

"When you deal with the others, you must wait until Elder Xun comes out of the Zhaohui Palace!"

"Yes!"

The remaining four demon cultivators moved together. One of them held up a bloody light and tried his best to block the sword energy of the fish dragon. One of them jumped down and entangled the fourth-level strength cultivator, while the other two tried their own methods to fight against Yaoguang and the other two.

"Chen Mu, your opponent is me..."

The young man named Yan, his sleeves fluttering, looked over with a fighting spirit. Chen Mu stood in the sky, his expression unmoved: "Who are you?"

The young man surnamed Yan was not in a hurry to answer. He smiled coldly and said, "You will know soon."

As he finished speaking, he flipped his palm, and his robe fluttered without wind. Dark lines crawled all over his right arm, and then he raised it high into the air, and the heaven and earth suddenly shook silently.

Chen Mu frowned secretly and looked up, he saw dark clouds and black fog gathering from all directions, the sun and moon were extinguished, the sky and the earth were dark, and then a strong wind blew, millions of evil spirits poured out, filling the sky, and the sound of miserable roars spread throughout the place, and the waves caused by them blew away dozens of golden armored statues.

Chen Mu took a deep breath, not because he was frightened by the scene before him, but because he was terrified when he thought about it carefully.

This is because those millions of wronged souls are all mortal souls, and they have endless resentment, which has even condensed into substance!
This means that while they were still alive, the spellcaster, the young man named Yan, used a secret technique to extract their souls.

The pain during this process is beyond words. Not to mention ordinary people who have not practiced cultivation, even those who practice cultivation often collapse.

It can be seen that if the young man surnamed Yan wants to have such a scale of millions, he must create a huge massacre.

Just thinking about it makes me shudder...

"I heard that Chen Kuishou also has a Soul Ancestor Banner. I wonder which one is superior compared to my soul hordes?!"

The young man surnamed Yan gathered millions of wronged souls around him. He clearly hated the host in front of him, but was unable to get close due to the limitations of his magic power. As a result, his screams became louder and the rolling devilish sounds echoed, even affecting Li Jianyi and others.

Chen Mu said coldly, "A method that is so sinful is worthy of being compared with the inheritance of the Soul Ancestor?"

"Humph!"

Perhaps because he was using all his strength to activate his magic power, the young man named Yan had red eyes and seemed a little moody.

"Everything is based on the soul, why act so self-righteous!"

He roared, raised his sleeves that were about to fly, and pressed them down lightly. Millions of wronged souls tore free from their restraints and rushed forward with a thunderous resentment.

Chen Mu also could no longer bear it, and with a clear voice, he soared into the sky.

Millions of wronged souls changed direction and rushed up against the sky like a torrent, closely chasing after Chen Mu's real body.

But at this moment, Chen Mu suddenly paused, and inspiration rushed out of him. The sky immediately showed yin and yang, black and white, and then muffled thunder sounded, and silver dragons flashed continuously.

At this moment, it seemed as if thousands of mountains fell from the sky. Millions of wronged souls were already afraid of thunder magic, so how could they withstand such a fierce bombardment?

But after a series of earth-shaking thunders, in just ten breaths, the number of millions of wronged souls was reduced by half.

Seeing this, the young man surnamed Yan was horrified and exclaimed in his heart: "How is this possible!"

He was extremely concerned about Chen Mu, the sword fighting champion, and felt that he knew the details. He also knew that the other party had practiced the Dragon Palace Thunder Technique, which was quite effective in restraining his millions of souls.

But the problem is, it's not like he hasn't faced the Dragon Palace's thunder magic before. As early as several years ago, when the alliance was planning to obtain the Immortal Palace token, he took the opportunity to fight against the Dragon Son Ao Yun.

The Dragon Palace Thunder Technique at that time took dozens of breaths to achieve half of its current effect...

"Chen Mu's thunder technique... is even more powerful than Long Zi's?!"

"Could it be that he has only practiced thunder magic in the past few decades?"

The young man surnamed Yan was terrified. Although the souls were not afraid of loss, as long as his magic power was not exhausted, he could use his magic power to regenerate. But who would have thought that the means he had hoped to use to show his power would be easily broken after just one encounter.

Little did he know that Chen Mu had already destroyed the seeds of thunder magic and incorporated it into the original water magic.

The thunder method displayed at this time is actually evolved from the "Tai Su Wu Xiang Yu Qing Jue". Wu Xiang evolves into the form of all things, and this is one of them.

Although its power is not as great as that of the original water phase, it is still far superior to before, naturally giving people the illusion of years of hard training...

For a full hundred breaths, Chen Mu's spiritual energy surged like the sea and the tide, and the lightning had plowed the area within a hundred miles.

If it weren't for the forbidden formation guarding the Immortal Palace, I'm afraid they would have suffered the same fate as millions of wronged souls, completely flattened...

"Don't waste your mana against it!"

The young man named Yan's face turned pale. He knew that he was not good enough and that he was no match for Chen Mu in a contest of magic power.

His mind raced, and he immediately recited a secret spell, then pointed his fingers at his chest.

The next moment, a "clang" sound was heard in the field, as if a sharp blade was drawn from its sheath, and a strange big knife still dripping with blood appeared in the air.

As soon as it appeared, it flashed and landed right above Chen Mu's head, then slashed at his neck!
Chen Mu was shocked and was about to withdraw, but he found that the blood knife still had the ability to suppress. His movements to escape were very slow. If he did not make adjustments, there would be no possibility of avoiding the blood knife when it was chopped down.

"What a trick!"

He pondered to himself, and then his body suddenly lit up with dazzling light, and he took the shape of a white crane, crying out to the sky.

"clang!"

The blood knife slashed down fiercely, and there was only a sound of metal clashing, but it was actually stopped by the shape of the white crane.

"New Taoism?"

The young man surnamed Yan was stunned, and without thinking too much, he was about to change his tactics.

But at this moment, Chen Mu's eyes were determined, and his tongue burst into thunder: "Definitely!"

In an instant, all the spiritual energy within a hundred feet around the young man named Yan was frozen!
Caught off guard, his body stiffened and he was actually fixed in mid-air.

Although it was only a moment, I was stunned by it.

For those at their level, any negligence or mistake in a fight could be fatal, let alone a moment's delay.

Chen Mu was waiting for this moment, how could he miss the opportunity?

"Since you have been stabbed by your Excellency, please be stabbed by me!"

He sneered and immediately gathered all his magic power. A golden dragon bird seemed to fly out from behind him, or like a golden light or a thin golden thread. It flashed for only a moment in the field and then disappeared.

The young man surnamed Yan was trembling in his heart. He knew that Chen Muzhang had a dragon-sparrow sword technique that could lock the heaven and earth, so he quickly used the countermeasures he had prepared long ago.

I saw "him" standing there in a daze, and after a while, a golden light flashed, and his body trembled violently. Then there was a loud bang, and he exploded into countless black blood clots, falling like raindrops.

At the same time, a Jindan demon cultivator who was exploring the lower-level pavilion suddenly shone with golden light. Then he froze, bleeding from all seven orifices, and split in two...

"call out!"

A gust of gray wind blew by, and the young man named Yan appeared pale-faced not far from the bloody rain, looking at Chen Mu with fear.

He still underestimated Chen Mu. He thought that by obtaining many secret techniques of the alliance and killing several cultivators of the same level, he would be able to compete with this generation of Taoist priests.

But who would have thought that in just a short time, his only way to save his life was forced out, and most of his other means were broken.

Even if there is still strength left, it is meaningless...

Chen Mu did not stop moving. He waved his robe sleeves and the surging water light behind him was like a rising tide. Just as it was about to roll forward, he suddenly saw a pale green light rushing out from a palace nearby.

"Envoy Yan!"

The young man surnamed Yan understood immediately. After looking at Chen Mu deeply, his body turned into a blood-red light and retreated in the blink of an eye.

The speed is so fast that it is comparable to that of a perfect cultivator!
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(End of this chapter)