Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 525 Flaming Sword Light
The interior of the dark, damp mountain was completely dark, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, and water was flowing on the ground.

The echoing footsteps were particularly jarring in the silent, dark lair.

Song Xian walked at the back of the group, with Afar on his left and Nice on his right.

The three of them were almost in a straight line. Afar kept his eyes straight ahead, while Nis occasionally turned his head to observe the surroundings, including the others.

Abu walked at the very front, looking fearless and undaunted.

Ap followed behind him, positioned in the middle of the five.

After walking for a while, they finally reached the end of the cave. In front of them was a blood-red stone wall, more than ten feet high and nearly a hundred feet long. The huge stone wall was densely covered with countless blood-red, ghostly characters, which looked somewhat eerie.

It was as if someone was trapped inside, desperately groping along the stone wall with their bloodied hands, searching for a way out.

"Playing tricks." Abu sneered, the golden flag in his hand shone brightly, and wind blades condensed into a huge tornado, heading towards the stone wall.

With a hissing sound, the giant tornado collided with the stone wall, like metal striking stone, producing a piercing friction sound.

The tornado spun rapidly, and countless wind blades shot out from within it. In an instant, the area within a hundred feet was enveloped by the wind blades that gleamed with a cold light.

The blood-red runes, which looked like scribbles, seemed to come alive when attacked by the wind blades, emitting a dazzling red light and forming a huge blood-red barrier on their surface.

Under the continuous attack of countless wind blades, the blood-red barrier gradually twisted and deformed, but the blood-red runes inside melted rapidly, as if they had turned from solid to liquid.

The original runes transformed into blood, flowing down the stone wall. The moment the blood-red screen shattered, the blood transformed from the blood-red runes surged forth like a long river, instantly engulfing the wind blade tornado.

Abu and Ap were at the front, and seeing the sea of ​​blood surging towards them, they immediately retreated.

Upon seeing this, the three people standing side by side behind him made their moves almost simultaneously.

Song Xian lightly waved his fire-patterned fan, and the fan emitted light, forming a huge pillar of fire.

On the right, Nice used a black and gold bowl to shoot out streaks of dark gold.

On the left, Afar threw a punch, and a huge golden fist phantom directly faced the sea of ​​blood.

The spells cast by the three collided head-on with the surging sea of ​​blood, like mountains colliding with rivers, yet without making a sound.

Pillars of fire, dark gold ripples, and golden fists plunged into the river of blood, turning it upside down.

The blood-red river surged and churned, like a giant beast struggling.

At this moment, Apoo and Abu, who had retreated to the side of the three, also made their move.

Abu continued to condense wind blade tornadoes using the golden flag, while Ap clapped his hands together, and a golden phoenix appeared, its body radiating dazzling golden light, rushing towards the blood-red river.

Under the combined attack of the five, the blood-red river gradually dried up amidst its churning, until it disappeared completely.

At this moment, the huge stone wall had already collapsed with a roar, revealing a deep and dark passage inside.

Abu glanced at the collapsed, blood-red stone wall and strode into the deep passage.

The group maintained a certain distance from each other, as the passage seemed even darker inside.

It wasn't the light that made it so, but rather an indescribable feeling. The passage was cylindrical, making it feel like you were inside a closed cylinder.

The echoing footsteps reverberated through the passage, but they didn't sound like they were coming from any of the group. It seemed as if another group of people were walking in another passage, keeping pace with their footsteps.

The passage stretched as far as the eye could see. In fact, with their cultivation levels, they could have easily traveled a hundred feet in an instant. However, in this unfamiliar and dangerous environment, no one dared to be too reckless, especially knowing that an unknown enemy was already watching them.

As Song Xian ventured deeper into the passage, he felt increasingly uneasy, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong; it was just a gut feeling.

Whether it was an illusion or not, the echoes of their footsteps seemed to grow louder and louder.

Just then, a sliver of light suddenly appeared in the previously pitch-black passage, and the entire stone wall of the passage shone brightly.

"Be careful."

"There's movement."

Nice and Ap's voices rang out one after the other, and several people walked out from the front.

Upon closer inspection, there were five people in total: Song Xian, Aibu, Apu, Nis, and Afar. The five people walking towards them not only looked exactly like Song Xian and his companions, but even their clothes and the magical artifacts they carried were identical.

However, the five people exuded a deathly aura and had no spiritual energy around them.

Clearly, they were also created using secret techniques, and it was obvious that they were of the same lineage as the bats transformed from talismans.

However, the fact that it could transform into the exact same form as the others, and that its aura was not merely superficial, demonstrates the exquisite nature of this secret technique.

"A cowardly rat hiding its head and tail, all it does is make up some pretentious nonsense." Abu snorted coldly and took the initiative to attack, his golden flag conjuring a wind blade tornado that shot towards his opponent.

The five figures that had materialized lined up in a row, blocking the way.

The golden flag in the hand of the person who had transformed into Abu swayed gently, and it actually condensed into a wind blade tornado, the power of which was in no way inferior to the spell cast by Abu.

Upon seeing this, the expressions of the group changed slightly.

The spells that Abu casts are transformed from the spiritual power of magical artifacts.

The person who was being imaginary had no spiritual energy, and the magical artifact was obviously an illusion, yet he was still able to use such a technique.

Could it be that the illusionist can replicate all the spells and supernatural abilities used by the original body? If so, that would be troublesome.

The group had already consumed a large amount of their spiritual energy by activating the spatial restriction.

If we get entangled with that illusionary person here and further deplete our spiritual energy, not only will we be unable to continue our journey to retrieve the treasure, but we ourselves will also be in danger.

Since the person behind the scenes has not yet appeared, they are probably hiding in some dark corner, waiting for an opportunity to strike with lightning speed.

The two wind-blade tornadoes collided, producing a sound like swords clashing.

Countless wind blades shot out from it, like chaotic sword energy, covering an area of ​​several hundred feet around.

Rocks flew around, and stone chips flew everywhere.

The two wind-blade tornadoes gradually dissipated as they attacked and collided with each other.

The person who had transformed into Abu waved the golden flag again, and once again condensed a wind blade tornado.

Seeing this, the others stopped watching and took action, each using their own spells to attack the illusory figure opposite them.

Song Xian did not activate his magic weapon to attack again. Aibu knew from the previous experience that if he used Fire Pattern Mountain to attack now, the person he was imagining would most likely use the same attack method, which would be equivalent to wasting his spiritual power.

He clasped his hands together, his spiritual energy surging within him, and flames condensed in his palms, forming a three-foot-long sword with flowing firelight.

This is a low-grade, third-tier fire-elemental spell: Flaming Sword Light.

It was a fire-type technique recorded in the Five Elements Essentials book he had obtained years ago. After breaking through to the Golden Core stage, he spent his days cultivating techniques and supernatural powers. Although it had been a short time, due to the Xuan Tian Fusion Fire Technique, he was exceptionally gifted in cultivating fire-attribute techniques. Therefore, in just one year, he had already begun to grasp the basics and cultivated the technique to the intermediate stage.

A third-tier low-grade spell, with his spiritual aptitude, requires 300 spiritual power to cast once. If he were to master it, his base attack power could reach 2500 points.

Since he has only mastered the intermediate level, his attack power is only 1200 points.

However, due to the enhancement of the Mysterious Heavenly Fire Fusion Technique, his attack power reached 5520 points when he used this technique.

When dealing with the blood-red river, he only used 300 points of spiritual power, and the fire pillar spewed by the Fire Pattern Fan was only 3,000 points in power.

Not only him, but the others also used different spells to attack the illusory person, and all of them were much more powerful than the spells they had used before.

Those who have transformed still greet each other with magical attributes and spells derived from magical artifacts.

Various lights flickered within the dark passage. After a series of crackling sounds, the spells cast by the five illusory figures were easily broken, and their figures were completely swallowed up.

"These illusory figures must be the spells we used to deal with the sea of ​​blood, which they recorded and copied using some kind of secret technique."

After the condensed magic dissipated, the deep, dark passage was empty except for scattered stones. Niss looked at the shattered pieces of paper and spoke.

"That's all he's got. He's just a coward, making useless things. I'll find him sooner or later." Abu stepped on the scattered talismans and strode forward.

(End of this chapter)