The Path to Immortality Begins with the Life-Extending Lamp

Chapter 100 Pei and Guan He stood up

The general, known as Marquis Wang, roamed the seas, a wisp of Buddhist teachings flowing around the pearl.

As the two precious pearls fell, they immediately transformed into two magnificent, round, and heavy illusory rivers. This was a change that could only occur when one had reached an extremely profound level on the path to the Purple Mansion. The magic was intertwined with the intent, and strange phenomena arose spontaneously, as if the entire world had become its master's "accomplice."

Then, the golden light of the precious mirror pierced through the sky, and the Taoist Lu, who had just been retreating and was exhausted, once again used the Gengjin Magic Mirror.

At this moment, all the vital energies in his five internal organs were disturbed by the thunder magic. It seemed that the golden light shone in the sky, but in reality, how much of it was real and how much of it was actually real, and how much of his magic power he had reserved to guard against others, was unknown.

An old man stepped out, and a clear, ethereal mist hung from the jade plate, as if a trickle of moonlight were falling from the heavens, chilling to the bone and concealing boundless killing intent.

Then a Taoist priest flicked his finger, and a cold light obscured the sun, like downy feathers or silver rain, just as if a needle from the moon palace had fallen from the heavens, leaving ten miles of desolate wilderness where no life could grow...

The four directions of the Purple Mansion unleashed their power, carrying a deluge of icy blades and feathers, and a hundred kinds of killing intent, all in an attempt to end the battle in one fell swoop!
Pei Daoren's expression was solemn. He swung the Thunder God's spirit tablet in one hand and drew his sword in the other, summoning heavenly thunder. He connected with the blue sky and sea of ​​clouds, bathed in the celestial energy of the east, and received the blessing of thunder. The violent thunder magic power stimulated his meridians all the time, making his body seem to swell a bit. Between his movements, there was a flowing light that was difficult for the naked eye to catch.

The thunder is drawn into the inner circulatory system, and the five elements in the chest circulate. Wood is generated in the liver, and when the liver fire moves, thunder is generated. Yang thunder originates from the liver, and liver wood generates heart fire. The five elements circulate and generate each other in a cycle.

Externally, Pei Daoren's face was flushed and his eyes were red, his body was covered in purple lightning, as if he were wearing a lightning robe, and the electric arcs jumping on his five-foot lightning sword were no less than ten feet long.

Having abandoned all escape routes, Pei Jiu drew his sword and summoned lightning. His eyes blazed with fury. At this moment, his aura was no weaker than any Purple Mansion Foundation Establishment cultivator. The Thunder-Summoning Technique of the East Sea Dharma Lineage was no less powerful than any inner sect technique of the Five Directions Immortal Sect.

Since they dared to repeatedly roam the open seas, they were certainly not people who were afraid of trouble.

With a single leap, he soared a hundred feet into the air, like a bolt of lightning shooting into the sky. Clad in lightning armor, his hair danced wildly as he stood atop the heavens. Holding the hilt of his lightning sword upside down, he thrust it downwards with all his might, instantly sending three or five bolts of lightning into the air, colliding and clashing with the two perfectly round pearls and the countless cold needles.

A deafening roar of thunder echoed, with lightning striking the clouds above and a raging, illusory river crashing down below. Needles of lightning flew across the sky, striking the arc of lightning and then crashing down with several cracking sounds.

Pei Jiu of the East Sea was almost at the peak of the Foundation Stage of the Purple Mansion. The Thunder God Spirit Tablet in his hand was empowered by the powerful Thunder Dao magic. This strike stretched three or five lightning arcs a thousand feet, giving rise to hundreds of branches and thousands of phenomena. Looking up from the sea, the area within several miles was a vast expanse of thunder!
This movement caused the bandit cultivator's consciousness to be injured by the five thunderbolts. His eyes widened in fear, and he hurriedly raised his cloud sleeve to summon back the fallen flying needle.

This Taoist Pei is truly not someone they can defeat.

It seems that Lord Wang will have to take action himself!

They had barely exchanged a glance when the Flying Needle Taoist's divine sense was damaged by the violent lightning magic.

The next moment, another bluebird with a wingspan of several tens of feet swept past, stirring up the sea breeze. Suddenly, a large handprint about ten feet in size emerged from the back of the bluebird. With lightning speed, it withstood several blows from the thunderous explosions, grabbed the furious "Thunder General" by the collar, and with him, it flapped its wings and soared into the sky, disappearing several miles away.

"Brother Pei, please don't get angry."

"That old ghost Wang has mastered the Heavy Water Technique that can shake the seas, and his two Heavy Water Pearls are incredibly powerful. There's no need to confront him head-on!"

The pipe man grabbed Pei Jiu by the collar and urged the Azure Bird Spirit Wings to spread straight up into the sky, where the attacks from the numerous Qi Refining Realm cultivators could no longer reach them.

The siege was immediately broken!

The bluebird spirit soared into the sky, and the four Purple Mansion Daoists also rose up in their escape light. They raised their magic power and were about to join forces when they saw black dots falling from the sky.

The old man was the most puzzled. He extended his divine sense a hundred feet away, and the moment he made contact, his expression changed drastically, and he began to glare and curse.

"Damn it, this is a Heavenly Thunder Spear!"

The cultivators were shocked and immediately stopped their escape. The old man only had time to activate the compass light before a violent explosion swept over them. From the sea and sky above, the smoke turned into black clouds, and the towering air waves exploded in an instant, knocking down several cultivators behind him who were using Purple Mansion escape techniques.

The three Daoist masters of the Purple Mansion retreated abruptly, inevitably affected by the aftershocks. When they looked up again, there was no trace of them in the sky, only the tiny hummingbirds that had scattered and fled in all directions.

General Wang Hou's face darkened. He dodged the trajectory of the thunderbolt's explosion with a flash of light, made a sharp turn, and then chased after it on a cloud.

Rumble…

Pei Jiujian summoned the Three-Nine Thunderbolts to fall, and electric arcs spontaneously appeared on the Thunder God's Tablet, connecting with his body, as if the power of thunder was endless. His eyes were furious and violent, and he wanted to fight again.

"Brother Guan, are you confident?"

"That Marquis Wang's escape light is still two points weaker than mine after I invoked the Thunder God's Talisman. Why don't we circle around and turn back, then I'll unleash this Thunder Talisman and slaughter those two boats of bandits and thieves first!"

Pei Daoren's sword-wielding lightning technique originated from the Jia wood element. Once activated, the lightning technique became five times more aggressive than usual. As he retreated, he even thought of turning back to bite off a piece of flesh from that bandit cultivator.

However, the man with the pipe summoned the bronze book and urged the blue bird to circle the sky, creating distance between himself and the azure light behind him.

"Do not."

“This old ghost Wang is no ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator; he is a Peak Master who has already cultivated a wisp of Dharma Intent. If you get entangled by his Hunjiang Force, it will be difficult to escape, Brother Pei.”

"There are still three or four Purple Mansion cultivators on the ship below, and there is a flying boat in the fleet! If we are slightly hindered, we will be in a very passive position."

"After a long and fierce battle, let's wait for my dragon whale to send our children away. With its help, we can then use some more methods to safely retreat from the sea!"

Despite being surrounded by a half-master-level figure, the pipe man remained calm and was still able to quickly provide Pei Jiu with the optimal solution.

The two of them had encountered dangerous situations before, and had also fought against many bandits and thieves at the Purple Mansion Foundation.

Pei Jiulei's magic is fierce and powerful, and he can unleash a combat power no weaker than that of a Purple Mansion Foundation Establishment cultivator in a short period of time. Guan Yunzhong traveled to many immortal cities and markets in the East Sea when he was young, and learned a hundred kinds of skills to help him. He is best at observing the slightest movement of the wind and can be considered a small mountain in this sea.

But that old ghost Wang is someone who has reached the end of the Foundation Stage of the Purple Mansion realm, and we absolutely cannot afford to make the slightest mistake!

The Hunjiang River's strategic intent, with its continuous and powerful momentum, truly embodies the principles of swift and decisive action...

Wang Hou was being treated like a mastiff by these two unknown guys. If he let them leave, he would be offering his face to be beaten.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes. Wang Hou put away the two perfectly round pearls, summoned his escape light, and chased after the bluebird spirit from afar. He dodged the heavy blow of the lightning magic in the gap between the lightning arc falling from the sky and the spirit. Suddenly, he spat out a beam of light from his mouth.

A flash of white light appeared and with a loud "rip," it ripped the blue bird spirit into pieces. Guan Yunzhong and Pei Jiu, who were on it, suddenly lost their balance and were about to fall along with the spirit pendant as it was torn apart.

"Run, run, run my ass, you old devil Wang!"

"Let us now follow Master Pei's method of summoning lightning."

Pei Jiu Dao Ren, his face flushed and eyes blazing with rage, rose up and stomped on the broken wing of the bluebird. At that moment, he drew his sword and summoned lightning, pulling with all his might to create arcs of lightning. In an instant, the lightning sword seemed to have suddenly extended by thousands of feet, its lightning beams shooting out and colliding directly with Old Ghost Wang.

One technique unleashes rolling thunder, its lightning swirling around the sword to bolster its edge; the other technique holds the weighty intent of the two rivers, stirring the five seas with fearless spirit.

A deafening roar resounded, the sky and clouds shattered, and the rounded aura stirred up the clouds for hundreds of miles, resembling a vortex-shaped domain of Yin and Yang. Here, the swordsman invoked the Five Thunder Technique, transforming into an angry-eyed thunder god. The sword and the two pearls clashed back and forth, the sharp edge piercing the sky on one side, and the momentum on the other side like sinking clouds, fighting back and forth.

Guan Yunzhong's expression was solemn. He raised his finger and flicked it, pointing it at the two halves of the bluebird spirit in the void. Immediately, a long cry rang out, and the bluebird scattered, transforming into hundreds of small hummingbird spirits that chirped incessantly.

A thousand hummingbirds, carrying spirits, formed a hummingbird bridge beneath the feet of the pipe man, and then, through a series of wondrous transformations, they reunited into a giant azure bird with a wingspan of several tens of feet.

Ignoring the swirling thunder and clouds, the Taoist priest simply touched his brow and summoned a flying shuttle.

The long shuttle was so long that it resembled a glass spear. Before its round, surging momentum could stir up the clouds, the shuttle struck the two round pearls. With a crack, the Six Yin Gui Water Shuttle shattered.

All that could be seen was the fierce dispersal of the six Yin icy energies, which abruptly halted the churning of the vast sea of ​​clouds. Layers of icy energy burst forth, and the clouds that were about to transform into the Yin-Yang Perfect Dharma Domain suddenly exploded with a huge gap.

The icy chill first froze the two precious pearls, and even after Wang Hou exerted his strength to shatter the ice layer, the chill continued to spread. The momentum of the sea of ​​clouds was hindered, and the chill eroded the clouds, turning them into scattered ice crystals, making it difficult to regenerate the "Perfect Dharma Domain".

The Thunder Dao Fights Water Method was naturally difficult to sustain in the long run, but the Daoist's attack, using Gui Water to break Ren Water, could be considered as breaking through the formation of the Dharma intent through the distinction between Yin and Yang.

Above the sea and sky, the chase had evolved into a skirmish, with clouds swirling and thunder rumbling from all directions, unleashing a massive upheaval in the heavens...

Meanwhile, the black ship had already sailed more than four hundred miles eastward.

After pushing the ship to the edge of the Ruins Continent, the Dragon Whale immediately received a summons from the Daoist. It then ignored the Daoists on the ship, flipped over and fell into the sea, creating huge waves as it sailed away.

The domineering sea dragon whale, like an island, has gone far away, but the towering waves it stirred up still linger for a long time.

Li Qing, along with five or six chivalrous heroes at the upper level of Qi Refining and fierce warriors from the Pei family, stood on the upper deck, staring in astonishment at the receding giant wave, wondering what had happened to the dragon whale.

"It must be Master Guan calling for Dafu!"

“If other circumstances had occurred, Dafu would have been very violent and would never have left so decisively.”

The chivalrous cultivator named Pei San'er spoke up at the right moment, immediately interrupting everyone's wild thoughts!
However, the two gentlemen have encountered powerful figures at sea before, but since they have summoned Dafu to help them, the situation is probably not optimistic.

However, his duty was to stabilize the situation here first!

He nodded in agreement with the many heroes, and looking around, he could see the coastline of Lixu. He immediately made up his mind.

"Let's enter the market of the Seven Star Pavilion in Lixu Continent. Outsiders are not allowed to enter. You and I can wait for you ship owners here!"

Without any disturbance, the people on the ship immediately raised the feng shui banners and headed towards the shore, which was still seventy or eighty miles away.

But at this moment.

Amidst the gently calming waves, an "island" emerged. Suddenly, a beam of light pierced through the uneven surface of the reef, revealing about twenty figures clad in civil and military robes. Their half-armor was inscribed with cloud patterns, and protective magic spells swirled around their sleeves. At their waists were two of each of several foot-long magical implements, including awls, shuttles, and hammers, silently watching the receding waves.

"Damn it, our White Wave Dragon was eaten alive by that ferocious beast!"

"What kind of monster is this?"

"Is it possible that Master Xu's group also fell victim to this ferocious beast?"

As the well-equipped bandit cultivators drew their weapons, the sea beast that resembled an island reef finally revealed its full form. The old turtle's body resembled that of the Black Tortoise, with a mountain-like back armor tens of feet long. It was actually a Purple Mansion Realm East Sea Mountain-Pushing Turtle.

The cultivators on Ao's back were well-equipped, completely different from the bandit cultivators under the original bald and strong man. The magic hammers, magic cones, and magic-breaking shuttles hanging at their waists showed that this was a naval Taoist specializing in breaking the magic of boats!

Upon seeing the fragments of a dragon's body floating faintly in the waves, the old turtle became restless, filled with a sense of dread, as if it were witnessing the death of a rabbit.

It and the white wave dragon were both beasts in this fleet and had been together for a long time. But just now, it watched helplessly as the white wave dragon was devoured by the dragon whale, while they could only hide on the seabed, like a heartless rock, without making the slightest move.

That dragonfish has an incredibly deep lineage; it was born to be the king of sea beasts. Among its peers, it could even crush many mixed-blood dragon species simply by virtue of its size.

The Purple Mansion Daoist, standing at the very center of the cultivators, stepped forward, stroked the old turtle's neck, and soothed the beast with kind words.

"A different kind of dragon whale, a ferocious creature that can only be raised from its cub stage. It's best not to provoke it!"

The Purple Mansion shook his head.

There are not many Taoists who would spend one or two cycles of sixty years raising such a ferocious beast and patiently waiting for it to mature!

And after the dragon whale leaves, once he makes his move, that ship will definitely not escape...

Sure enough, the black ship, which was billowing its banners and moving closer to the ruins, suddenly capsized, as if it had crashed into a reef.

Before the many heroes could even set out to investigate, a giant turtle's head, seemingly cast from brown rock, rose from the water. From the back of the giant turtle, beams of light were unleashed, and a series of magic-breaking shuttles were fired simultaneously. They neither harmed people nor damaged the ships, but instead dimmed the light of the feng shui banner, causing the ship to suddenly slow down!
Suddenly, all fifty-two fire stones exploded on the back of the giant turtle. Immediately afterward, the Water Dividing Banner rose up abruptly, like a surging wave. Many fire stones fell onto the banner, and no matter how violent they were, they could only crackle and pop, and could no longer harm anyone.

The crossbows and arrows on the ship rushed towards them, but the large flag simply swung it, parting the water and sending the many arrows and wind blades flying into the sea, where they fell without a trace.

"Gentlemen, are you all well?"

The old Taoist priest, with his hair tied up in a bun and wearing a robe, pretended to bow to the many heroes on the ship.

This person's cunning and abilities are no less than those of the bald-headed Zifu, and with the help of the Ao Beast, he lay low until the Tyrant Sea Dragon Whale went far away before revealing himself.

With the desolate shoreline right before them, the sight of this man and beast, along with more than twenty naval Taoists guarding them, truly plunged the hearts of everyone on the ship to the depths of despair.

"I originally thought there was a fellow Daoist of the Purple Mansion realm on this ship, but it seems that it was you, young friend, who made the move?"

The Taoist priest gave a half-smile, then turned his gaze to Li Qing.

Just now, this person used the 52-strike horizontal fire technique, which has already blasted several gaps in the back of the Mountain-Pushing Turtle. The power of such a technique is not small!
There were also about ten soldiers and warriors shrouded in yin energy and incantations protecting him. It seems this person has some background.
(End of this chapter)