The Path to Immortality Begins with the Life-Extending Lamp

Chapter 98 The Six Ding and Six Jia Gods Descend

"If you keep using this kind of veiled language, then when you get to the underworld at night, don't complain that I killed the wrong person!"

The burly man from the Purple Mansion snorted coldly, his magical power surging as he coiled a three-foot-long magic sword in front of him, its sharp edge aimed directly at Li Qing's brow, exuding killing intent.

The difference between the Purple Mansion Realm and the Qi Refining Realm can be compared to the distance between a mountain spring and a river.

This kid is dressed in a magnificent Taiyi Jiangzhen cloud brocade robe and has a dragon seed protecting him. He speaks so arrogantly, he must have some ability.

I wonder how many of my attacks it can withstand?
With a slight upturn of his lips, the burly man raised his right hand and immediately snatched the willow-leaf-shaped cold blade. He then drew out three blades of light, one slashing towards "Candle" and the other two pointing directly at Li Qing's chest.

The blade was about ten feet in size, displaying a dazzling white light. When it was unleashed, an ordinary person might not even have a chance to react.

But before the two blades could land, an even more ferocious sound of air being torn apart came, truly defying the natural order!
The young man landed on the top of the ship, facing the wind and gazing ahead. He raised his hand and swung out a twelve-foot-long silver axe. The giant axe spun around in the air like a spinning top.

It collided with the two sword lights one after the other. Although it did not shatter the sword lights, it did break their sharpness and knocked the two sword lights off the decks and waves on both sides.

"Roar!"

The crimson dragon coiled on one side of the mast took a bite down, tearing the blade of light to shreds.

The dragon has no feet, the dragon has no horns, the dragon with reversed scales is a jiao, and the dragon with wings is a yinglong!
As one of the four manifestations of the true dragon, "Zhu" may be docile, but it is first and foremost a young and timid dragon.

Before its transformation, it had already reached the peak of Qi Refining. After the transformation, it became a pure-blooded dragon. If it had not been raised and trained, it could have already begun to fight as a beast-taming cultivator of the Purple Mansion.

Now that a real crisis has struck, it has performed even better than Li Qing!

However, the burly man completely ignored the dragon. After unleashing three sword flashes, his figure instantly disappeared from Li Qing's sight.

A moment later, Li Qing, who had just retrieved the spinning Yin Axe, felt a chill run down his spine and hurriedly held the twelve-foot-long silver axe horizontally above his head.

The next instant, immense force was transmitted from the intricately patterned silver axe handle, nearly causing Li Qing to lose his grip. After only a breath and a half of struggle, the silver axe in Li Qing's hand was knocked away.

Fortunately, in that instant, Li Qing had gained some breathing room. She retreated in a flash, letting the knife strike the copper sheet covering the top deck, blasting a deep hole in the deck.

"This place is different from the underworld. That old Taoist Li was blinded by greed and trapped in the narrow secret chamber. I also tricked him into giving up the main magic weapon, which is why he was forced to retreat step by step..."

"This fierce man is different. In this vast ocean, when it comes to combat experience on ships, I am the only one who doesn't!"

As his thoughts raced, the phantom of the Six Ding and Six Jia gods about to appear disappeared once more, so he decided to try a different approach.

Li Qing pointed to the Sun and transformed it into fireballs within the stones. After being compressed to the extreme, they exploded out with a roar. At the same time, he urged "Candle" to go below to assist the other heroes and soldiers.

He unleashed the royal chariot's precious light and charged forward, but the Purple Mansion was already prepared. How easy would it be for such a large chariot to overturn a Purple Mansion Daoist?
The first strike failed, but instead, several more sharp blades flashed in the air.

After dodging and weaving repeatedly, Li Qing hurriedly mustered a Heavenly Mansion Profound Yuan Qi just as the last terrifying blade of energy, several meters in size, was about to strike him. At that moment, he groaned as he was hit by the blade light and fell into the second-floor cabin behind him.

That’s all!

The burly man from the Purple Mansion had a general idea of ​​the young man's strength: decent fire magic, considerable vital energy, and the materials used in his magical artifacts were of high quality, but the crafting was rather mediocre. Oh, and there was also the Five-Element Thunderfire Talisman in his hand…

This background is neither particularly high nor low; it seems they come from a minor family in the prefecture.
"Hmph, little guy, it seems your strength doesn't match your arrogance."

"Which family do you belong to? According to the rules at sea, if you can produce something to buy your life, I might consider sparing your life?"

"Where are all the treasures and precious materials on this ship hidden? Lead the way!"

The bald, burly man sneered, used his magic to draw up the three-foot-long cold blade, suspending it in front of him, and walked step by step into the dimly lit cabin.

In his view, this young fellow, who already possessed some of the aura of a Purple Mansion, must be one of the key figures on the ship. He might even be a relative of that Taoist Pei, and would certainly know where the treasure vault containing the mustard seed bag was located on the tower ship.

The other old devils will be here soon; we can't let them get there first.

While pondering the location of the ship's treasury, the bald, burly man paid no attention to the bandit followers he had brought aboard, who were now being attacked by the mob.

After all, compared to the precious materials they were about to acquire, a dozen or so cannon fodder were worthless...

He bent down and crawled into the cabin through the half-person-high opening. As he approached, the burly man's smile suddenly froze. He frowned, rushed into the dimly lit cabin in a few steps, and grabbed the guy lying on the ground!
"Um?"

This is actually a paper figure?
The burly man from the Purple Mansion suddenly turned around, and right in front of the hatch, which was no more than half a person high, four figures whose faces were not visible suddenly appeared, blocking most of the light outside.

From the main door, windows, shadows, and corners of the cabin, one figure after another emerged, a total of eleven, and the increasingly dark black mist relentlessly filled the room.

A cold, damp, and despairing atmosphere slowly spread!
"This is... the domain of the Gui Water Dao?" The bald, burly man was no fool; he immediately recognized the origin of this Yin-Yang Ghost Realm.

"You little thief, are you trying to fool me?"

The gloomy black mist and strange figures trapped him inside the room. In just two breaths, the entire cabin was completely sealed off by the black clouds and mist.

He's been completely fooled!
But after trapping him here, the young man seemed to have vanished without a trace.

The burly man from the Purple Mansion drew his cold blade, and with a wave of his hand, a continuous stream of blade light illuminated the dim cabin for a moment. What he saw first were four or five faceless monsters!
How horrifying is this?

A barrage of sword flashes slashed at the rampaging god, but before they could even touch it, the five six-headed fighting gods simultaneously extended their right hands, unleashing the Five Rampaging Gods' Teleportation Technique, silently shifting the cold light to the surface of the sea.

The sealed-off ghost realm, the formed paper god, and the strange, headless and tailless magic truly made the burly man break out in a cold sweat.

"What the hell is this thing? Die!"

Enraged, the burly man raised his knife in one hand and unleashed five foul magic cones in the other, then leaped out of the exit.

Conical, nail, and shuttle-type magical artifacts are mainly used to break spells and restrictions. The Filthy Dao Conical Cone is the best among them. Li Qing once used a Filthy Dao Nail, and only recently made a deal with a teacher.

This cultivator from the Purple Mansion was indeed sharp in his combat sense. He fired five Filthy Dao Nails through the air, then pressed forward and charged straight into the cabin.

To his complete surprise, from the darkest corner, a faceless man stepped forward, his ghostly hands in his sleeves suddenly extending to several feet, blocking all five magic cones without missing a single one.

Each of those bruised, demonic hands had a cone several inches long stuck in its palm and arm!
These ghostly hands were originally obtained from an infant ghost, the only thing that remained after the Ghost Mother had tormented all the ghosts.

The fact that these ghostly hands could remain intact despite the ravages of the Demon Mother suggests they possess a unique and special quality: wicked, eerie, and imbued with resentment and curses...

The faceless scoundrel blocked the magic cone that none of the other scoundrels dared to touch, even at the cost of temporarily crippling both of his hands. The runes on his back also flickered for a moment.

Suddenly, the burly man's head was struck hard, as if several ghostly claws were falling down to forcibly pluck his head off!
However, an attack of this magnitude is not considered a major threat.

The burly man shook his slightly dizzy head, raised his cold blade, and immediately prepared to tear a gap between the various defensive lines and escape from this space.

However, just as the sharp blade forced the two scoundrels back, a terrifying force rebounded from the blade, causing the Purple Mansion cultivator to stumble and retreat several steps in panic, still unable to stand steadily.

"Silver...silver-armored corpse?"

The bald, burly man's Adam's apple bobbed, clearly indicating disbelief.

The Silver Armor Corpse is sturdy and its armor is solid. When it matures, it is the ceiling of the Purple Mansion Realm. If it becomes an Undying Bone, it is enough to shake the status of many Yin Gods.

"It seems that our journey to Lixu Prefecture has left us all in a difficult position, as we are all under the coercion of Marquis Wang. I wonder if Your Excellency could grant me a wish and lend me something?"

The footsteps were steady and powerful, accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against metal. A man was seen dragging a twelve-foot-long silver axe, followed by a woman whose face was obscured, as they slowly approached.

Who else could it be but the young man who had just disappeared?
"what would you like?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the burly man cursed himself for asking such a foolish question, and felt even more ashamed and angry.

However, before he could even lash out, the silver-armored figure stormed in from the increasingly dense gloom, charging in without any reason, breaking through his protective aura and colliding with his immense magical power.

Then, pale arms reached out from the darkness, reaching for his shoulders—one, two, three…

Dense incantations and yin energy began to climb up the Taoist's body, overwhelming his magical power, causing frost to form on his robes, and his face to turn from cold and stiff to pale blue.

"Hmm... This humble Taoist wishes to borrow Your Majesty's head as a sacrifice to prolong life, out of pity for all of us!"

Li Qing slowly approached, dragging the silver axe, a ritual weapon with three hundred forbidden weapons, and observed the strong man in the Purple Mansion who had been slammed against the wall by the armored madman and whose Zhou Tian Divine Palace had been invaded to the Dantian by the many mad god Yin curses.

With a single, swift stroke of the axe, blood splattered on the paper robe, and a fine Six Yang leader was obtained!
Li Qing put away the ritual implements, bent down to pick up the cold blade and the still warm head, nodded slightly to the tyrant in the corner, and then turned and walked out of the cabin door.

Jiazi Linglong Chang slowly emerged from a dimly lit corner. A smile appeared on her flawlessly beautiful face. She took two steps forward and pulled hard on the headless corpse with her fair hand.

It's a fine skin!
As the eerie, melodious laughter rang out, the darkness gradually dissipated, revealing the faces of the Six Ding, Six Jia, and Twelve Rampaging Gods. Their faces were a mixture of primal cruelty and a desire for control and restraint.

The Grand Duke Jupiter of the Jiazi year begins to wreak havoc, half-demon, half-spirit, acting as a demigod...

(End of this chapter)