Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 812 Rain Falls
He was originally an ancient spiritual beast Qingluan who had achieved enlightenment. He had his own natal demon pill in his body, and his demon body was also surrounded by evil spirits. Ordinary magical powers and Taoism could not touch him at all.

However, he is now in a state of shallow water, with only a wisp of his soul left. Not only has his previous realm disappeared like a passing cloud, but he cannot even use the secret techniques of his race. He can only resist at the cost of consuming his soul power.

But soul power has its limits. If he doesn't see any results in time, he will still be defeated.

But at the moment he didn't have time to think too much, he protected himself and continued to rush forward.

In an instant, bolts of lightning struck down, occasionally tearing a gap in his murderous aura, but it was filled up again in the blink of an eye.

He was extremely fast, and soon he was close to Chen Mu.

Chen Mu smiled upon seeing this, and an idea suddenly came to his mind. The power of the silver thunder in his hand suddenly doubled, and it rushed down even more rapidly than before.

For a moment, the hall was filled with crackling and rumbling sounds, which turned into a vast ocean of thunder.

In just a moment, the murderous aura around Mo Nian was shattered to pieces, and there was no time to make up for it.

He didn't expect Chen Mu's magic power to be so strong, and he was suddenly a little panicked.

If this continues, he might not be able to touch the opponent and would be killed by thunder.

However, the situation was somewhat awkward at the moment. He was surrounded by the sky and had nowhere to hide. He couldn't retreat either. He could only concentrate on pushing forward, hoping that there might be some hope of breaking the deadlock.

Thinking of this, he roared wildly, leaving no room for maneuver, squeezing out all the potential of the Golden Spearman's body, turning it into a ball of black gas, and protecting the body tightly.

Then he refused to give in at all and continued to rush forward facing the thunder and lightning!

Chen Mu watched coldly, and when he saw that he was about to come up, he suddenly took a half step back, twisted his waist and gathered his strength to punch. Suddenly, a rolling wave of air was generated in the surrounding universe, and a shaking sound was heard.

Mo Nian Bendao thought that all of these Xuanmen monks were very careful about their lives. If he pounced on them with such a desperate look, they would most likely choose to retreat, and he could take this opportunity to escape from the hall.

But he didn't expect that Chen Mu was so brave that he didn't dodge or evade and collided with him without fear.

This surprised him greatly. After all, long before the hundred-year agreement, he had used this to knock the soul of the Golden Spear Man out of his body, and then succeeded in taking over the man's body.

If it happens again now, it may happen again!
After all, he was a top cultivator in this world when he was alive. Even though only a wisp of his soul is left now, he still has confidence in his own spirit.

Thinking of this, he was also decisive. He knew that the opportunity could not be missed. He let out a "Hey", and took the initiative to escape his soul. Attached to a wisp of murderous aura, with a whoosh, he rushed towards Chen Mu's eyebrows.

At the same time, an illusion of a covering sea appeared behind Chen Mu, and the rolling waves gathered in his right fist, smashing heavily on the attacking body.

Boom!

The golden robe in the sky shattered and red blood splattered.

The Man with the Golden Gun was already vulnerable after being abandoned by the evil thoughts. Now, after being hit by this punch, his bones and tendons were broken all over his body, and he fell down lifelessly.

Seeing this, Chen Mu remained expressionless. Suddenly, he realized something and focused his eyes. In an instant, he discovered the attacking soul.

He smiled secretly, and at this time he guessed what Mo Nian was thinking.

"I have the Burning Lamp, but how can a wisp of your demonic remnant possess me?"

His expression regained its composure. He first used his magic power to steady his body, then closed his eyes and concentrated, sitting in the spiritual altar.

But when he heard the sound of dripping water, the evil thoughts, with the momentum of Gonggong hitting the mountain, crashed into Chen Mu's sea of ​​consciousness.

The next moment, Chen Mudao's body did not move, but his soul was actually knocked nearly a foot away.

But before the evil thought could feel happy, a flash of light appeared on the spiritual platform, and the soul that had been knocked out flashed back like a bowstring.

"This……"

The evil thoughts couldn't help but stop. Looking at Chen Mu who was sitting on the spiritual platform with a faint smile like a god, he suddenly felt hopeless and had no strength to struggle any more.

Chen Mu glanced at him without saying a word. He waved his hand and summoned the soul flag, taking him in.

Now that the evil thoughts and obsessions have merged into one, he really can't kill them in one fell swoop.

And imprisoned within the soul banner, suppressing the evil thoughts to devour and dissipate, only in this way can the obsession reappear here one day, and renew the missed hundred-year appointment...

After his mind and soul were restored, Chen Mu opened and closed his eyes and looked around. Seeing the mess, he immediately raised his sleeves and waved them.

The huge waves swept past, and the ancient hall became clear and bright. Except for the illusion man sitting on the seat who disappeared, the hall was almost the same as when they came.

He paced around again, then with a thought in his mind, he turned around and shot out in a flash of light.

Not long after, a flash of light appeared in the valley outside. Lian Fangyuan sensed it and hurried forward, "Fellow Daoist Chen, did you gain anything?"

Chen Mu smiled and replied vaguely: "Even if there are gains, it is still different from the Hundred Years' Agreement."

Seeing that he had no intention of saying more, Lian Fangyuan nodded and said politely, "Since we have settled down here, why don't you come back to my house with me for a chat? I will also let you play the role of a good host."

Chen Mu evaded the question, "I'm busy with other things. I'll go visit him next time."

Lian Fangyuan laughed heartily and said, "Then I'll be waiting for you, fellow Taoist."

Chen Mu also smiled, then bowed and stepped on the ground. A cloud of mist surrounded his body, and his sleeves fluttered as he flew upwards.

Soon, he broke through the clouds and leaped to the sky, then used the strong wind to quickly escape...

It was not until the figure disappeared at the end of the horizon that Lian Fangyuan stood up, rolled his eyes, and took out the token to summon the portal to the secret realm.

He took a step inside and arrived at the Soul Ancestor Hall.

After turning around from left to right again and again, he found nothing except that the phantom man had disappeared.

He sighed deeply, and gave up the idea of ​​picking up a bargain. He turned around and left the secret realm in frustration...

Above the sky, Chen Mu's escape light was extremely fast, but the direction he was heading was not towards Central Continent, but slightly off to the west desert.

After he was trapped, he received help from Master Shenxiu of the Western Desert and the Demon Ancestor of Southern Xinjiang. Now that he has escaped the disaster and returned, he should go and express his gratitude in person.

Since we have to travel a long distance anyway, we might as well take a detour, passing through the Western Desert and Southern Xinjiang, and finally returning to Central China.

At his current speed, it would just take a little longer...

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In the northern region of Central Continent, the Demonic Heaven Alliance.

Yan Xinjue stood respectfully at the bottom of the hall and told the two people in charge in detail what Chen Mu had said and the various reactions.

After a moment, the two men at the head nodded slowly. One of the burly men frowned slightly and whispered, "I was vague when I spoke to you, but among the Beiyuan clan, I was very decisive and resolute..."

He looked at the thin old man beside him and said with a smile, "Brother Dao, that kid is probably trying to be mysterious in order to make it difficult for us to make a hasty decision."

Yan Xinjue's eyes flashed when he heard this, and he quickly said, "If it's as Master Zhong said, then there's a high possibility that the God is still alive!"

The thin old man ignored him, just looked at the burly man meaningfully, and asked in a low voice: "Then what does Master Yizhong mean? How should we respond?" The burly man's smile slowed, and then he fell into deep thought.

The thin old man did not urge anyone. He picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and waited quietly.

After a while, the burly man looked determined, shook his head and said, "Nothing."

"Oh?"

The thin old man's eyes lit up and he asked, "What do you mean?"

The burly man stood up at this time, walked to the edge of the platform, and looked into the distance at the continuous rain outside.

"That kid is a smart guy. His behavior must have a deeper meaning. If we really spend our energy on rescuing the God, it will definitely delay our plans..."

"But the Divine Master has a special status. Without him as a go-between, how would we be able to contact those people?"

When speaking, the thin old man's expression was obscure, as if he did not dare to speak clearly.

The burly man's expression also turned serious. He coughed twice and then said, "This matter has been decided long ago. After all, we have been out of contact for sixty years. I don't believe that without my signal, those people will stop."

Yan Xinjue below was confused. He knew that the God had a special identity, but he didn't know why. Now it sounded like he was playing the role of a mediator?

"But, who are those people...?"

He was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask out loud, so he could only keep his head down and remain silent.

After hearing the burly man's words, the skinny old man finally smiled with satisfaction, nodded, and said, "Zhong Zhenjun is absolutely right. It would be great if the Divine Lord could be rescued, but it would be a bit disappointing if it delayed important matters..."

At this point, his expression gradually turned cold, and he slowly said, "Besides, those people are not of our kind after all. When planning to rebuild a new world with them, we must be cautious, cautious, and careful. At this critical moment, we should not be distracted."

The burly man cupped his hands and said with deep conviction, "Brother Dao, this is a long and arduous task. You and I will shoulder it together!"

The thin old man seemed somewhat moved. He nodded heavily, then looked down at Yan Xinjue, who was like a quail, and said, "Go down and practice. In twenty or thirty years at most, you and that brat will face off again."

"But by then..." His eyes turned cold: "You shouldn't be so embarrassed like this again..."

Yan Xinjue's heart trembled, not realizing that his avatar had been destroyed and had been seen by the Lord. He quickly knelt down to express his position and shouted, "I will do my utmost to not let my reputation fall!"

"Go."

The thin old man remained expressionless and just waved his sleeves lightly.

Yan Xinjue finally got up, but he still didn't dare to stand up straight. He kept walking backwards out of the hall with his hands clasped...

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Zhongzhou, the Palace of Black and White Taoism.

There are dark clouds between the sky and the earth, and the evening mist is vast.

Just as the rain was about to fall, a ray of sword light flashed over, breaking the silence.

Yu Chengduan looked into the distance, secretly comparing the direction with the one recorded by his master, and his expression couldn't help but brighten up.

"In half an hour, we'll be able to knock on the mountain gate. I wonder what the world's number one Taoist sect looks like?"

He looked expectant, then laughed loudly, the sword flashed under his feet, and he was running again in an instant.

At the same time, two figures were sitting on an unnamed flying pavilion deep in the Taoist Palace.

One of them was about forty years old, wearing a jade ring and a nine-yang scarf on his head, and a large-sleeved crane cloak with the twenty-eight constellations of the sky blue, with an extraordinary demeanor.

But his face was a little gloomy at this time. He stared at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance for a long time, as if he was lost in thought.

The man sitting opposite him was wearing a tattered cloth shirt with a broken collar and worn lapels. He looked rather shabby, but his expression was extremely calm and relaxed, his eyes were half open and half closed, and he reeked of alcohol.

Seeing his companions looking outside, this person rolled his eyes and deliberately sighed, "I didn't expect that the Northern Plains monk, after being trapped for sixty years, could still turn things around. Could it be that it's really luck, that destiny is with him?"

The man in the crane cloak regained his composure after hearing this. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Brother Fang, why do you say that? Could it be that you have a grudge against that monk from Beiyuan and don't want him to return?"

Taoist Fang glanced at him, shook his head and sighed, "I feel sorry for Brother Ruan. You finally took over the position of Palace Master of Shangzhen Palace, but before you could even get comfortable in the seat, that kid from Beiyuan is about to return..."

The man in the crane cloak twitched his eyes. Although his expression remained unchanged, his tone was still somewhat cold:

"Brother Fang is wrong. The position of Palace Master of Shangzhen Palace was originally assigned to that monk from Beiyuan by the True Lord. I am merely holding the position temporarily."

"Now that the real master has returned, I will naturally give up my throne to him. What is there to regret?"

Taoist Fang was not annoyed by the criticism. He raised his glass and toasted the other party, saying with a smile: "Brother Ruan is right. It is difficult to predict the secrets of heaven. It is all due to fate. I am superficial. Please don't worry about it."

He covered his sleeves and drank it all in one gulp. After seeing the other party's expression ease, he turned and said, "Looking back, it should have been Brother Dao who became the Supreme True Master, but now he has made wedding clothes for that Northern Plains cultivator..."

He sighed again: "It's really fate that plays tricks on me."

Hearing this, the man in the crane cloak's face darkened. This was the thing he regretted most in his life.

He is a disciple of Lord Dongzhen, and was once one of the most outstanding geniuses in the sect. Judging from his status and strength, he is the undisputed master of Shangzhen Palace.

Unfortunately, in his early years, he was disliked by his mentor and the mountain gate because of an incident.

At that time, he was ordered to lead a team of junior disciples to the Western Desert for training. On the way, he offended a powerful and crazy monk. After several battles, he was defeated and could only flee in embarrassment.

The crazy monk couldn't catch up with him, so he captured a group of disciples to force him to show up.

But he was sure that the other party didn't dare to attack, so he hid himself.

The result is predictable. The crazy monk was extremely angry and ruthless. He killed several members of the Black and White Sect in a row before being executed on the spot by other Black and White elders who arrived late.

After returning to the mountains, although his action was for self-protection and not intentional, Lord Dongzhen and his master were still very disappointed with him and punished him to be confined for a hundred years.

The position of Palace Master of Shangzhen Palace, who was supposed to be taken over after his return, was also put on hold, to be left to the new generation of Taoists such as Tao Xianxu.

After that, the kid from Beiyuan won the first place. In order to recruit this guy, Master Xuyun granted him the Shangzhen Palace.

Now he has survived the years of confinement and has reached the late Nascent Soul stage. His master has gradually forgotten the previous incident and has appointed him as the Palace Master of the True Palace temporarily.

But now that Chen Mu has returned, all of this will disappear like the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror...

The sea of ​​clouds rises and falls, and the rain eventually falls.

The man in the crane cloak lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

Taoist Fang paused for a moment, then leaned over to fill the other person's cup. He lowered his voice and said, "Brother Ruan, why are you so depressed? Don't you know that the demonic calamity is coming? That's your chance..."

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(End of this chapter)