Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 778 Fairy Spirit
The clouds dispersed from the Golden Palace, the water rose up, and the tide returned to the vastness.

Wow!
It's like a tangible water dragon, circling upwards.

Chen Mu stood on the crest of the tide, his wide sleeves fluttering. His heroic face was reflected by the water, and a layer of haziness and unclearness appeared on it.

Taoist Jiumo's face suddenly darkened.

Even though he had a high opinion of Chen Mu's water skills, he still felt depressed at the moment.

Although his red flame from the sky cannot be called a magic, it is quite famous in his hometown.

Otherwise, he would not have taken it out from time to time to experience its origin after ascending to become an immortal.

This technique has even been praised by the Immortal Lord, who called it a rare and excellent Taoist technique among the immortal techniques.

He is the Immortal Lord, a big shot in the Heavenly Court, and he is not comparable to him, a true immortal.

And how could such a person's excellent Taoist skills be taken away so easily by the other party...

Little did they know that Chen Mu was just holding on.

He seemed to have fluttering sleeves and a calm expression, but in fact, the water magic within him was in turmoil and he was becoming unstable.

The fierceness of the red flames was so intense that it almost melted through the void of space!

If he hadn't been making the Water Method swallow so many Dao seeds every day for decades, it would have been shattered by now, and the endless true water would have been burned away...

"This red flame is definitely not a method from the Taiyi Xuanling Realm. This level is several times more powerful than that of the Danyang Wu family who claim to be proficient in fire magic!"

Chen Mu's mind raced, using this as a reference as he considered the next way to break the deadlock...

Taoist Jiumo did not give him any more time. He snorted angrily and pointed again with his backhand.

There was nothing unusual. He just looked unhappy, so he reached out and nodded.

But suddenly, an unprecedented warning arose in Chen Mu's heart. Without any hesitation, he thought about it and a white crane phantom stretched its neck and cried loudly, blocking in front of him.

The movement of heaven and earth seemed to slow down suddenly. In the sight, a figure in a gray robe could be seen, with his clothes fluttering, leaping across the air from thousands of feet away, and then pointing a finger at the center of his eyebrows!
"Snapped!"

It was as if colored glass suddenly cracked, and the shadow of the white crane shattered at the touch of a finger.

Chen Mu's body trembled violently, and then there was a loud bang, and his whole body exploded, and countless water droplets splashed like rain.

When he appeared again, he was already on the crest of the tide at the other end.

Just by looking at his slightly pale face and the unstable and erratic magical power, one could tell how much pressure this seemingly insignificant finger had brought upon him...

"Water escape?"

Taoist Jiu Mo smiled and said, "This method is quite good. It is passed down throughout the Three Thousand Small Worlds. However, Fellow Daoist Chen is oversimplifying the idea of ​​using it to circumvent the 'Finger of Void Embers'."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Mu felt an inexplicable force suddenly chasing him from the void and going straight to his true self.

He hadn't regained his strength yet, so how could he escape?

In an instant, his body stiffened, and he couldn't hold back anymore. He opened his mouth and spat out a ball of red blood. Then, without waiting for the blood to fall, it burned itself in mid-air, turning into ashes that floated away with the wind.

"Hahaha……"

Taoist Jiumo laughed loudly upon seeing this, and the feeling of depression just now disappeared forever.

"Look, Fellow Daoist Chen, even without the magic, you will still be defeated by me, right?"

He kept moving, and with a wave of his sleeves, he summoned a gorgeous rainbow out of thin air. It flashed and turned into thousands of rainbow lights, splashing towards Chen Mu.

"Let me know, fellow Daoist, that you are the most gifted immortal in this world, but twenty thousand years ago, I was also known as 'the number one genius in the Ancient Plains'!"

"You have only achieved something by relying on your innate Ren water. How can you compare to me?!"

Taoist Jiumo's voice was like thunder, and along with his magical power and inspiration, it echoed in the Golden Palace.

Chen Mufeng frowned, not wavering at all because of his opponent's ridicule, and tried to make every next choice the most appropriate.

Looking at the endless rainbow light that was overwhelming him, he stretched out his hands towards the void, then swung them violently!
The next moment, a strong wind blew, and the Golden Throne Hall suddenly became dark. Then a black mist filled the air, and the Soul Ancestor's Banner appeared faintly.

But with a sound that shook the heavens, the tail of the banner seemed to have a spirit and extended infinitely. In an instant, it swept away, taking in all the rainbow lights. In a flash, there was no trace of the rainbow in the field...

Seeing that Chen Mu did not rush forward in anger, but instead decisively played his trump card, Taoist Jiumo did not feel disappointed, but even felt faintly excited.

"This is the only thing you can rely on. Wait until I break it and see how you can still struggle!"

Ordinary people don’t know about Taixuan’s existence, but he is certainly not an ordinary person.

More than ten years ago, the Jiang twins died at the hands of the "Demon Lord". This incident not only greatly shocked the various clans in Central China, but also made the Demonic Heaven Alliance suspicious.

When the incident happened, the True Lord of the alliance had no intention of leaving the house at all, so how could he have killed the Jiang twins?

Could it be that there are other undiscovered Demon Lords in the world?

The world doesn't know, but he knows it in his heart.

After all, in front of him, Taixuan was just a descendant from more than three thousand years ago...

While he was thinking, the diffuse black fog suddenly began to fluctuate, and a burly figure in a black robe emerged strikingly. Without any nonsense, he grabbed Taoist Jiumo with his claws.

At the same time, a black dragon phantom appeared behind him, and its movements were exactly the same as his.

Taoist Jiumo only felt a huge suction force coming towards him, and then he stumbled forward uncontrollably and took a step.

But he remained calm. He let out a clear whistle, and the world around him suddenly became still.

After he stabilized his body, he counterattacked with another technique!
The rolling inspiration swarmed into the air and turned into a giant smoky hand, which slammed down towards Taixuan.

"boom!"

In an instant, a tangible air wave exploded, followed by smoke spreading everywhere, and Taixuan also retreated several steps.

Tai Xuan was startled and turned around and shouted, "Who did you offend?"

Since his last move, he had quietly cultivated for over ten years. He had thought that he would have no rivals below the Spiritualization stage. But who would have thought that as soon as he emerged, he would encounter a Nascent Soul cultivator who was not inferior to him in any way, and even slightly superior...

Chen Mu shook his head without answering, and said in a deep voice: "This man is my life-and-death enemy. Today, either he dies or I die."

Taixuan looked troubled and whispered, "Now I only have my soul body, it might be difficult to kill him..."

"After this is over, I will set you free!"

Hearing this, Taixuan's eyes widened and he asked anxiously, "Are you serious?"

Chen Mu's eyes were cold and he nodded heavily.

Taoist Jiumo knew his greatest secret and was trying to snatch his Xiantian Renshui, so he couldn't let him escape alive. Taixuan got the exact answer and clenched his fists, his eyes instantly fierce as he turned to Taoist Jiumo.

"Then do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped into the air, leaped up and transformed into a dragon, wrapped up the Soul Ancestor's banner and rushed forward to kill.

He has two uses for the Soul Banner. One is to release the thousands of ghosts inside it to surround and kill the enemy, and the other is to use it as a soul power supply.

Both uses have their pros and cons, but for Taoist Jiumo, Taixuan feels that the second method is more suitable for him.

With the protection of the Soul Banner, he will not be afraid of losses and can better exert his strength to defeat his opponents.

And the moment he moved, Chen Mu also rose up in a flash of light, but he did not head towards Taoist Jiumo, but turned towards the throne in the hall!
Although he didn't know what the seven-colored energy was and why Taoist Jiumo was able to absorb it to make progress, he was not prepared to turn a blind eye and allow him to enjoy this blessing comfortably and calmly.

There must be a connection between the two. If he could find it and block it, then even if Taoist Jiu Mo's realm was not low, he would be affected by it...

Taoist Jiumo noticed something, but he didn't move to stop him. Instead, he looked at Taixuan without any fear and shouted disdainfully: "You think you can kill me?!"

He rushed up, gathered his magic power and condensed it into the image of a golden sun. He fought with Taixuan fiercely, and bursts of loud noises came from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Mu landed near the throne.

There was a constant roar behind him, but he remained unmoved. After looking around without finding anything, he decisively reached out and began to feel around.

But no matter how he probed, the throne showed no reaction, not to mention the colorful air that had just been ejected, there was not even a trace of spiritual inspiration.

Chen Mu frowned. If Taoist Jiumo had tampered with the throne, there would be no way that there would be no trace at all.
His eyes flickered, and he flicked his fingers, sending out a bolt of lightning that landed on the throne.

There was only a loud thunderclap and electric arcs appeared on the surface of the throne, but they dissipated without causing any ripples.

Chen Mu still didn't give up, and he used real water, knife marks, and even used force.

But the result remained unchanged, the throne was still shining with golden light, and it didn't move at all.

Seeing this, Taoist Jiumo finally laughed out loud. While casting a spell to block Taixuan's attack, he sneered, "Fellow Daoist Chen, it's not too late to surrender now. If you delay any longer, I will really attack you!"

Chen Mu looked back and saw him taking a deep breath. The throne immediately began to tremble and released streams of colorful air, which flowed into his body from his nostrils like clouds and smoke.

Taoist Jiumo's spirits suddenly lifted. He waved his wide sleeves and another surging mysterious energy rushed to the roof of the temple. In an instant, heavy rain began to pour down, and the endless black fog was instantly covered and dispersed by almost half.

Taixuan's expression changed, and he hurriedly took a deep breath to stabilize the remaining soul mist. Then he turned around and shouted, "Fellow Daoist Chen, if you and I don't work together, there is no chance of victory!"

Chen Mu's expression was gloomy. How could he not know the current situation? He had wanted to cut off Taoist Jiumo's connection with the throne first, but now he was confused and didn't know the way forward, so he could only find another way.

He made a decisive move and immediately jumped into the battle.

But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that the inexplicable patterns on the throne, perhaps due to the breathing of the colorful air, revealed some spiritual fluctuations that had not been there before.

"This is……"

Chen Mu's pupils shrank: "Soul brand!"

In an instant, Chen Mu suddenly realized. No wonder Taoist Jiumo was so confident about this place. He even ignored Taixuan, who was capable of dealing with Zhenjun Huashen for a while.

It turns out that his confidence comes from this entire fairy palace!

One click connects you everywhere!
Chen Mu was originally puzzled as to why there was no record of the Thirty-Six Palaces in the East China Sea for nearly two or three thousand years. There was clearly no gap in succession, and the strength of the later generations of cultivators was even greater than before, but they could not reach the top of the Immortal Palace.

Now it seems that Taoist Jiumo has long since become the master of the Thirty-Sixth Immortal Palace, and has intentionally increased the power of the Golden Armored Statue, leaving wave after wave of East China Sea cultivators to sigh in despair...

"Has Fellow Daoist Chen thought it through?"

Taoist Jiumo had calmed down after this delay. Seeing that he hadn't taken action for a long time, he said with a smile: "It's not easy to cultivate to this level. Why do you insist on dying?"

"To be honest, Xiantian Renshui is the most precious treasure of the immortals. Its return to the hands of the Heavenly Court is a great trend. If you can follow this trend and take the initiative to offer it, I can guarantee that you will not only gain many opportunities for immortality..."

Before he could finish his words, Chen Mu asked coldly, "When did you become the master of this place?"

Taoist Jiu Mo was startled, then his expression turned pale and he said, "So you figured it out..."

Chen Mu remained silent. He rolled his eyes and said in a serious tone, "Now that you know about this, you should be aware that the gap between you and me cannot be made up by a ghost."

"I have immortal spirit energy replenishing myself all the time, so my combat power can always be maintained at its peak. On the other hand, fellow Daoist, how long can you hold on?"

"Let's just follow the general trend and quickly bring out the Xiantian Renshui..."

Hearing this, Chen Mu's eyes fixed, and he suddenly curled his lips into a smile: "If it is really as you said, why do you need to talk so much nonsense?"

Taoist Jiumo's expression turned cold, and he narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "Fellow Daoist Chen, my patience is limited..."

To be honest, it's not that he lacks confidence in defeating Chen Mu, but he is worried that the price of this battle will be too high.

In order to descend into this world, he paid a huge price. Not only did he lower his own immortal status, he also gave up his immortal body. Only then did he descend as an immortal soul, and it was subject to many restrictions.

The most fatal thing is not that one has to change one's body every thousand years, nor that the immortal soul is constantly suppressed by the rules of this world, and cannot use the various immortal magic methods used in the past.

But his immortal spirit will fade away with time.

The immortal spirit is extremely important to him. It is related to his immortal consciousness and whether he can return to heaven in the future.

After thousands of years of fruitless searching, he was about to become an ignorant cultivator due to the exhaustion of his immortal energy and the loss of his immortal consciousness. However, at the critical moment, he happened to come here.

After he reached the top, he discovered that the Thirty-Six Palaces had a fairy spirit that was rare in this world. This discovery made him ecstatic, and he felt that it was his destiny and that it would not end there.

After that, he entered this place every five hundred years, absorbed the immortal spirit, and then continued to search for the trace of Xiantian Ren Water.

This has been repeated for two or three thousand years, but there is still no news of the innate Ren water.

Seeing that the immortal energy in Penglai Palace was about to run out, he was once again in danger.

Or maybe it was really destiny, he finally waited for Chen Mu to emerge and noticed some clues.

But at that time, Chen Mu was no longer someone he could capture whenever he wanted, so he came up with this plan and lured him into the Immortal Palace.

Here, he has the replenishment of immortal spirit energy, and he thinks that even if Chen Mu and Taixuan work together, he has the confidence to break it in one fell swoop!
But after the actual fight, he realized that if he wanted to achieve his goal, the losses would be huge.

There is very little immortal spirit left. If it is all lost in this battle, then even if he obtains the innate Ren water, how can he return to heaven?
Become an immortal through your own cultivation?
What a joke. The cultivators in this world don’t know, so how could he not know it?

Ever since Guangchengzi's soul returned to this world, the path to ascension has been cut off in this world!
If there is no road, how can he become an immortal?
That's why he repeatedly persuaded Chen Mu to hand over the innate Ren water.

It wasn't for anything else, nor was it like what he said, about taking Chen Mu's path into consideration and not knowing it was easy, or about following the general trend...

None of that. He simply wanted to save his immortal spirit energy so that he could use it to return to heaven...

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(End of this chapter)