Mortals get a golden finger for immortal cultivation every year

Chapter 69: Swallowing the Ancestral Talisman to Defeat the Enemy

Although Zhao Shuang was surprised by the appearance of the new golden finger swallowing ancestral talisman, he couldn't think of the reason for a while.

After all, the most important thing at the moment is to solve the problems between Yanjiabao and Guilingmen.

If the Nascent Soul cultivator of the Yanyue Sect did not show up, he and Fairy Nishang could at best rescue the trapped disciples of the seven sects by offering a blood sacrifice.

The matter between Yanjiabao and Guilingmen is difficult to resolve, and the best we can do is to get away with it.

This still requires that the Jindan stage cultivators from Guiling Sect and Yanjiabao will not hunt down.

Of course, Zhao Shuang didn't care much about the pursuit by the Guiling Sect and Yanjiabao. He could return to Yueyao Valley at any time.

But Fairy Nishang cannot do that. The ancestor of Yanjiabao is the only late Jindan cultivator among the seven sects of Yue Kingdom who does not belong to the seven sects. He is also the cultivator that the seven sects fear the most.

There is even a chance of condensing the Nascent Soul and advancing to the Nascent Soul stage, so if the other party chases after Fairy Nishang, who is only in the early stage of Jindan, the latter's chance of escaping unscathed is less than 30%, and there is a 70% to 80% chance of being killed.

The difference between the late stage of Jindan and the early stage of Jindan is not a little bit, and the power of supernatural powers and natal magic weapons is also extremely great.

Therefore, most people in the late Jindan stage view the cultivators in the early Jindan stage as not much different from the cultivators in the late foundation building stage.

The difference is too big!
But for Zhao Shuang, who has many means and a golden finger, it is not too big.

Especially now that he has obtained the Devouring Ancestral Talisman, Zhao Shuang is confident enough that he can defeat or even kill a cultivator in the late Jindan stage.

Therefore, Zhao Shuang became more and more fond of the Devouring Ancestral Talisman that he had just obtained.

But it also needs to be studied carefully. After all, possessing the Devouring Ancestral Talisman does not mean that you are invincible. The abilities and magical powers contained therein still need to be displayed and used by yourself!
So, for the next night, Zhao Shuang spent his time studying the Devouring Ancestral Talisman.

Although time is short, he still managed to develop a magical power based on his memories of his previous life. Whether he can use it depends entirely on the Ghost Spirit Sect and Yan Family Castle.

……

At the same time, in the secret room of Huangfeng Valley in Taiyue Mountains thousands of miles away, seven or eight Jindan stage cultivators gathered together, listening nervously to what an old man with white hair and beard in a yellow robe was saying. Everyone's expression changed with the old man's words.

Han Li's master Li Huayuan, Fairy Hongfu and Lei Wanhe were all among them, and they all looked extremely uneasy!

Not long after, when the monks in the secret room came out, the entire Huangfeng Valley was in an uproar.

Various transmission notes were flying all over the sky high in the sky, and slightly lower down there were waves of monks rushing around. After a while, groups of hastily formed monks set out overnight from the Yellow Maple Valley and headed for unknown places.

Such a scene was also staged in the other six sects, and the messengers between the various sects kept shuttling back and forth. It seemed that overnight, the entire Yue Kingdom's immortal world became murderous.

In the next few days, various large and small families in Yue Kingdom successively received a recruitment order jointly signed by the heads of the seven major sects, asking them to recruit outstanding disciples from each family to stand by. Those who disobeyed were composed of monks from the seven major sects. The law enforcement team, the iron-blooded extermination of the clan.

……

The next day, at daybreak, Fairy Nishang could not wait to ask Zhao Shuang to go out and head to the small hill at the entrance of Yanjiabao for competition.

However, as soon as the two of them went out, a mortal from Yanjiabao handed them a sound transmission talisman.

"Come on!"

There are only two words in the note!

"Yan Ling or Yan Yu?"

The two looked at each other and Zhao Shuang whispered.

"It should be Yan Ling. Even if Yan Yu knew, she wouldn't have informed us. I didn't expect Junior Brother to be so charming that he could have bewitched Yan Ling so quickly."

The fairy Nishang laughed sweetly.

"Senior sister, you're joking. Maybe this girl is just kind-hearted. Let's go! Things are urgent."

Zhao Shuang destroyed the sound transmission note and said indifferently.

"Ok!"

Upon hearing this, Fairy Nishang nodded slightly, and did not talk any more about this topic. Then she walked towards the small hill side by side with Zhao Shuang.

……

When they arrived, some monks had already arrived at the small mountain peak to the west. A huge magic circle had been built there, and inside the magic circle, two middle-aged men wearing Yan family clothing were meditating with their eyes closed.

Behind the magic circle was a low earthen platform, on which stood a dozen members of the Yan family, also hidden by the mist. They were standing and discussing something. It seemed that they were waiting for all the cultivators to arrive before starting the meeting.

"They're not cultivators from Yanjiabao, but from the Ghost Spirit Sect. It seems that just as Junior Brother predicted, Yanjiabao and the Ghost Spirit Sect are colluding to prepare a blood sacrifice for all seven sects' disciples. This formation seems to be the Ghost Spirit Sect's Yin Fire Formation."

Fairy Nishang, who knew a little about formations, muttered to herself with a slightly unsightly look on her face.

"Well! Senior Sister, let's wait for a while. It will be the best time when they activate the formation."

Zhao Shuang nodded and suggested again.

At this time, there were more than thirty monks present, and they gathered in groups of three or five and seemed to be talking about something.

Han Li also started talking with the middle-aged man named Ba from the Giant Sword Sect. Half an hour later, Dong Xuan'er and Senior Brother Na Feng finally arrived here.

Moreover, as soon as he arrived, he joined a group of monks from Huangfeng Valley, and soon he was able to get along well with those male disciples like a fish in water.

However, Yan Yu, who had always been by his side, disappeared without a trace, which was quite surprising.

But Zhao Shuang's gaze was not here, but on Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect. As the saying goes, to catch a thief, you must first catch the leader. The young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect is more important than the Jindan stage cultivator who came from the Ghost Spirit Sect. If he can be captured, it will definitely be a great achievement.

Whether asking the Yanyue Sect or the Guiling Sect for a few magic weapons, it shouldn't be a problem.

Thinking of this, Zhao Shuang looked at the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect with even more fiery eyes.

At this time, more than ten monks wearing Yan family clothes but actually from the Ghost Spirit Sect were standing on the earthen platform and were counting the number of people present.

"Young master, there are still two people missing. And it's getting late. Should we wait a little longer?" After counting the number of people, a monk from the Ghost Spirit Sect reported to the Ghost Spirit Sect's young master, Wang Chan.

"No need to wait any longer. Immediately notify the two elders to activate the formation. Otherwise, if things take too long, some clever cultivators might notice something's wrong, and that would be even worse! As for the two cultivators who didn't show up, numbers eight and twelve of the twelve guards will hunt them down. Regardless of their reasons for not being here, they can't be allowed to leave Yanling Fort alive!"

Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, gave the order without any hesitation, his murderous intent overflowing.

After saying that, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect seemed to have noticed something and looked in the direction of Zhao Shuang.

Then, he saw Zhao Shuang, who had a half-smile on his face but a cold look in his eyes.

Just as Ghost Spirit Sect's Young Master, Wang Chan, was startled and about to call for help, his vision blurred again. Then, clearing up again, he seemed to have forgotten everything that had just happened. At this moment, a Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator nearby seemed completely oblivious to Wang Chan's unusual behavior. After communicating with the Li brothers of Ghost Spirit Sect, his face was once again startled. He turned to Wang Chan and asked again, "Young Master, the two elders said that three cultivators are too far away from the formation. Once activated, they won't be able to be confined within it. Please find a way to lure them closer!"

"What, three people?"

Hearing this, Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, frowned and asked as if he was a little uncertain.

"Yes, those three people are those three people?"

Upon seeing this, the Ghost Spirit Sect monk quickly pointed at three people. Two of them were monks from the Moon-Blanking Sect, a man and a woman. They were kissing and whispering under a big tree in the northeast corner outside the magic circle, looking like they were having an affair away from everyone.

In the west, near a rock more than ten feet away from the control boundary, stood an ordinary-looking young man in a yellow shirt, watching everything on the mountain indifferently. It was Han Li, who always believed in caution above all else.

"These are the three!"

Upon seeing this, Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, frowned even more and muttered to himself thoughtfully.

"What's wrong, Young Master?"

When the Ghost Spirit Sect monks saw the appearance of the Ghost Spirit Sect's young master Wang Chan, they felt vaguely uneasy and asked.

"nothing?"

Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, shook his head, but felt as if he had forgotten something.

At the same time, seeing the appearance of Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, Zhao Shuang couldn't help but sigh in his heart at the power of the Great Harmony Technique, which could actually make people forget their memories directly.

However, with his current abilities, cultivation is just a short-term memory, and it won't last long.

At this time, the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator beside Wang Chan, dressed in Yan Clan attire, emerged from the earthen platform and the mist. Standing not far from the magic circle, he began to shout, "All guests coming to participate in the conference, please come and draw lots to register. Once the number of people is counted, the treasure hunt will officially begin..."

This shout immediately caught the attention of the other cultivators, who involuntarily moved closer to the formation. Even the male and female disciples from the Moon-Shattering Sect reluctantly approached and stepped into the formation's restricted area.

In this regard, neither Zhao Shuang nor Fairy Nishang tried to stop it, but watched everything coldly.

The main reason was that it was not the best time yet and the formation had not been activated yet. Secondly, the Nascent Soul cultivator of the Yanyue Sect had not appeared yet, which gave the two of them a headache.

"I didn't expect that someone has already discovered the Ghost Spirit Sect's trick. But whether he can escape depends on luck."

Suddenly, Fairy Nishang said in surprise.

At this moment, Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, was stepping on the ghost fork and heading towards Han Li.

At the same time, a massive black curtain of light enveloped the area of ​​over a hundred feet centered on the massive magic circle. The curtain was filled with a thick, dark red fog, making it impossible to see what was going on inside. Furthermore, the curtain was completely silent, with no sound emanating from it, as if no one was there.

Eight green-robed monks stood scattered around the light curtain, concentrating on watching everything within the darkness without even glancing at their young master.

Seeing this scene, Fairy Nishang no longer paid attention to Han Li and the Ghost Spirit Sect's young master Wang Chan, but spoke in a deep voice to Zhao Shuang beside her.

"Junior brother, prepare to attack. Once the formation shield is broken, we will immediately lead the Ghost Spirit Sect's Jindan cultivators away. As for the disciples of the seven sects, we can only let them fend for themselves."

Before he finished speaking, two flying swords, one white and one black, rushed out from the distant sky. Then, after circling, they suddenly grew in size and turned into two giant swords about ten feet long.

The white flying sword is as white as snow, exuding a bone-chilling cold air. The black flying sword is unbearably hot, with black flames flickering. It is actually a rare pair of yin and yang ice and fire swords.

"It's Elder Shangguan's Yin-Yang Sword of Ice and Fire, which he had been using in seclusion for many years. She actually showed up."

As soon as the Yin-Yang Ice and Fire Sword appeared, Fairy Nishang recognized it and was surprised and happy.

The two giant swords flew straight towards the Yin Fire Shield below.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the Yin Fire Light Shield exploded, and the eight Ghost Spirit Sect monks around it were pierced by the sword energy and let out screams.

"Oh no, it's the Nascent Soul cultivators from the seven sects"!
The Li brothers who were in charge of the Yin Fire Formation spoke sternly, but they did not show any panic.

At this moment, a long howling sound like ghosts and wolves came from outside Yanjiabao, which terrified everyone, especially the disciples of the seven sects who had originally wanted to escape, their faces were filled with fear.

Crash! A large piece of it fell!

The Nascent Soul cultivator of the Ghost Spirit Sect!
Zhao Shuang and Fairy Nishang looked at each other in shock, but without much hesitation, they went straight towards the Yin Fire Formation.

Suddenly, two figures, one large and one small, appeared before them, a hundred feet away. One had a face covered in wrinkles and a head full of white hair, looking as old as could be. The other was a child with white teeth and a small braid.

"So you're the famous Li brothers from the Ghost Spirit Sect. Apparently, your sect has been plotting against the Ghost Spirit Sect for years."

When she saw the two of them, the fairy Nishang's face changed slightly and she said in a cold voice.

"That's right, but I didn't expect you guys to notice it in advance. What a pity."

The boy among the Li brothers said with a smile.

Then, the two Li brothers took action, and dark ghost mist whistled out from their sleeves, followed by their magic weapons.
One was a silver ghost skull, which was horrifying. It belonged to a boy.

One is a ghost with a blood-red head, like a blood-stained sword!

Seeing this, Fairy Nishang and Zhao Shuang turned around and ran as if they had agreed.

"You've ruined the sect's important affairs by running away, so I'll take responsibility for you!"

The Li brothers were full of confidence and laughed loudly. Then, the two brothers chased after the enemy one by one.

……

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Shuang arrived at a desolate and uninhabited area outside Yanjiabao and stopped.

He raised his eyes to look at the boy from the Jindan stage of the Ghost Spirit Sect who was chasing him, and then he raised his hand to reach out to the boy. Then he immediately unfolded his hand.

Seeing this, the boy sneered and opened his mouth. Suddenly, hundreds of ghost-headed skulls, wrapped in endless eerie ghost fog, rushed towards Zhao Shuang.

At this time, the black magical devouring rune in Zhao Shuang's hand, as the true essence and magic power in Zhao Shuang's body continued to pour into it, burst out with black light, like a black sun, or like a black hole, swallowing the sky and the earth.

"Grrrrrr!"

Then, in the blink of an eye, it completely swallowed up the whistling ghost fog and the skeleton, and then, like a gluttonous beast that was not full, it rushed towards the boy with a shocked face.

"what!"

With a loud scream, the boy was swallowed by the black hole formed by the Devouring Ancestral Talisman before he could escape, and his breath disappeared.

(End of this chapter)