White Bone Demon Trail

Chapter 50 Blood Demon Cave Master

Upon hearing this, the monk holding the wooden fish lowered his head and shook his bald head. "The dragon is a symbol of good fortune, embodying the essence of heaven and earth. However, you have practiced the evil path of magic, which is intolerable to the world, and have become a wicked dragon!"
Moreover, you devoured 117 monks of my Dharma Temple; now you must repay this karmic debt with your dragon head!

As soon as he finished speaking, the monk struck the wooden fish again and chanted Buddhist mantras in a low voice. One Buddhist mantra after another transformed into golden light that wove into an enormous net that covered the wicked dragon in the dark clouds above the sky.

The black dragon roared, and suddenly the wind and clouds surged, the hurricane overturned the trees, the rain poured down, and thunder and lightning flashed through the clouds.

The black thunder roared and shattered the golden magic net.

But as the monk continued his sermons, the net of Dharma could not be disintegrated; instead, it tightened even more, compressing the hundreds of feet of dark clouds little by little.

The golden and black colors in the sky clashed endlessly. This high monk had clearly reached the pinnacle of Buddhist teachings. Although the evil dragon was a dragon from a semi-mythological era, it was not a proper dragon, and its foundation and origins were much weaker than those of ordinary dragons.

For a time, they were suppressed instead.

A torrential downpour began, and the mud on the ground flowed with the accumulated water, turning the ground yellow.

Soaked to the bone in the floodwaters, Wang Fengyuan gazed at the magnificent divine light in the distant sky and unconsciously swallowed, saying, "If I could possess such great divine power in this life, I would enjoy boundless blessings!"

"Unfortunately, you'll never have that chance in your lifetime."

A sudden sound rang out, making him tremble. He quickly gripped the talisman in his hand, looked around, and shouted sharply:

"Who goes there? Sneaking around like that? This Daoist master is protected by immortal magic!"

Under the dim sky, the surrounding rainwater gradually gathered into a shallow pool, and raindrops fell on the surface of the water, creating countless ripples.

Wang Fengyuan looked around, wary of something.

He searched for a while but couldn't find anyone. He subconsciously looked down and saw his own reflection in the murky water looking down at him.

Suddenly, the shadow in the water laughed eerily.

"Hehehe~"

A gloomy voice rang in his ear, startling Wang Fengyuan so much that his hair stood on end. He hurriedly drew his peach wood sword and stabbed at the reflection in the water.

"Pfft~"

Water splashed everywhere, and the shadow dissipated, rippling outwards. Wang Fengyuan felt a sense of relief, but immediately felt an intense pain in his chest.

He looked down in shock at his chest and saw a peach wood sword stuck in his heart, blood seeping from the blade and dripping down mixed with the rain.

"Uh…"

He opened his eyes wide in disbelief, staggered, and fell face down into the water. The murky water rushed into his mouth, and he struggled and thrashed in the water, which was already a foot deep, but he stopped moving after a few breaths.

The water on the ground split in two, and a man in white robes emerged from it, holding a deep red umbrella. With a flick of his finger, Bai Wuxiang drew the cyan jade pendant into his hand.

He examined the jade pendant; its restrictions were quite mysterious. Although it didn't have much spiritual power left, it still had many uses.

After accepting the jade pendant, he felt as if all his strength had left him, and he fell into the rain and disappeared.

Above the swamp, the Buddhist monk was still trapping the black dragon, his Buddhist mantras flowing endlessly from his mouth.

The black dragon was already panting heavily in the clouds. It stared at the monk standing in the rain and said:

"Monk, if you continue to press this matter, then I will disregard everything. The more than 100,000 mortals and countless other living beings in Zhangyang will not survive!"

"You wicked dragon! Do you really dare to be so audacious?" The monk's face darkened upon hearing this. Dragons and similar creatures possess extremely powerful water control abilities. Coupled with the continuous spring rains, if this wicked dragon were to disregard the cost, it could indeed flood the entire Zhangyang!
"Hmph, I can barely protect myself, so what do I have to fear about karma and sins?" Xuanjiao sneered, twisting its body as it swam through the clouds, opening its mouth to swallow clouds and spit out mist, stirring up wind and waves.

Suddenly, the wind and rain intensified, and the water on the ground gradually rose, causing the water levels of rivers, lakes, and marshes in this area to rise.

During the torrential rain, the gatekeeper guarding the river stared in horror at the water level markings, watching helplessly as the river level rose at a visible speed.

At this moment, flooding has occurred in the ancient city of Zhangyang. The water in the city has reached a depth of three feet, and the water level in the moat is also rising.

In fact, in many rivers, little aquatic monsters would involuntarily stir up trouble or seek out human blood and flesh as food.

Seeing this, the monk's face turned grim, and the Buddhist chants he uttered became much weaker.

If he truly disregarded the people of this city and region, he feared that such a profound sin would be impossible to overcome, whether by his own spiritual tribulations or by the condemnation of the Buddha's heart!
When the black dragon sensed the other party's wavering, it became even more rampant, stirring up the wind and rain with even greater force.

The sky and earth were dark and gloomy, and the wind and rain were oppressive.

In the midst of the sudden downpour, a single raindrop mingled with thousands upon thousands of raindrops, flowing upstream, passing through the Buddhist chanting and Dharma net, and shooting straight towards the Xuanjiao.

"Pfft~"

A sound of flesh being pierced rang out, and the Xuanjiao immediately felt excruciating pain, raising its head and roaring angrily to the sky. The might of the dragon spread out in a mighty and unstoppable manner, causing even the Buddhist chants and Dharma nets to sink.

The monk looked up and saw that the black dragon in the sky was extremely angry, its body had turned from black to crimson, and a terrifying bloody aura wafted over him.

"It's you!"

"Boom~"

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and lightning illuminated half of the Xuanjiao's body, half blood-red and half shrouded in dark shadows. Only the huge dragon head was ferocious, with a blood-red wound between its brows.

The Xuan Needle was forced out of its body by its powerful magic. The black dragon stared at the ground with bloodshot eyes and said fiercely:
"It's you! Wuxiang! My memory of you is etched deep within me!"

"Boom~"

A sudden flash of lightning illuminated countless shadows on the ground, and a figure in white holding a red umbrella appeared amidst the wind and rain.

Bai Wuxiang reached out and took the Xuan Needle. The needle, which had been sapped of the Xuan Jiao's heart blood, was even darker, gleaming with a cold light and exuding an evil aura.

Facing the wrath of the thunderous dragons, he showed no fear, and said with a smile, "So it's an old friend. It's been many days since I last saw you, God of War, and you've become the ruler of dragons. I admire you greatly!"
We are neighbors, and today I would like to borrow a little of your heart's blood from the dragon. I believe the dragon lord will not mind.

"I won't disturb Lord Jiao's work of controlling the wind and rain any longer. Farewell!"

"Evil beast! Where are you running to!"

Upon seeing Bai Wuxiang appear, the celestial dragon was enraged and, without hesitation, used its physical body to break through the clouds and crash into the Buddhist Dharma Net. Nine bolts of black lightning instantly descended upon Bai Wuxiang.

"Boom~"

Where the lightning struck, everything was charred black, and the corpses of fish and shrimp floated to the surface of the water. Only a tattered red umbrella remained, which turned to ashes with a gust of wind.

"Wu Xiang! You can't escape!"

The black dragon's eyes gleamed with an eerie blood-red hue, and with a cold, murderous laugh, it plunged into the dark clouds, transforming into a cloud of mist that scattered in all directions.

The monk was surprised to see this. The little demon was just a weak demon, yet it had managed to provoke the Xuanjiao to use blood magic to deplete its own essence.

But he couldn't let the black dragon leave. He immediately chanted Buddhist mantras, and lotus flowers bloomed from his mouth. Pink lotus flowers fell from the sky in all directions, covering an area of ​​thousands of feet, as grand as the descent of gods and Buddhas.

The black dragon concealed its body in the rain, passed through layers of lotus platforms, and caught up with the aura that it had memorized.

"Boom~"

That aura fled at breakneck speed, pursued by the Xuanjiao dragon, as streaks of black lightning fell from the sky, striking every inch of the yin energy that had lingered there.

After chasing for half an hour, it realized that the aura had suddenly stopped moving. Xuan Jiao sneered inwardly, it seemed that it was going to fight it to the death!

It's laughable that the other party doesn't even know how strong they are now!
Xuanjiao appeared above them with a swift movement, sneering, "Wuxiang, you can't escape today!"

Standing atop the mountain, "Wuxiang" showed no fear whatsoever, but suddenly gave it a strange grin.

Then, the yin energy dissipated, transforming into a bone carving.

"Illusion! Another illusion! How can it be another illusion?" The Xuanjiao roared, lightning striking down and shattering the bone carving, then howled into the depths of the Yunze Mountains:
"Wu Xiang! One day, I will surely make you vanish from your soul and never be reincarnated!"

"bass!"

Suddenly, a piercing sword cry rang out from the sky, and a golden beam of light plummeted down, piercing through the body of the Xuanjiao.

The Xuanjiao let out a mournful cry and was slammed into the dust. Its cold eyes stared at the golden light in the sky, where it saw a thin, old Taoist priest in a gray robe, with long hair tied up, a sword sheath on his back, and a golden spiritual sword in his hand. He stood under the golden clouds, looking down at the Xuanjiao, and said expressionlessly:

"It has been two hundred years since such a ferocious creature as the evil dragon has appeared. It seems that my sword will have to commit further killings today to atone for the karmic debt!"

The monk behind him arrived late. He looked at the old Taoist priest in front of him and his expression became slightly more serious. He put his hands together and smiled, "So it's Senior Yi!"
"This humble monk, Yuanqi, still lacks sufficient understanding of Buddhist teachings and will need your assistance, senior!"

“This monstrous dragon is not yet powerful enough for the people of Sanqing Mountain to be interested. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have a chance to get involved.” The old Taoist didn’t mind the other party’s presence and continued, “No matter what, I will take the dragon’s skin, flesh, bones and muscles. All that will be left for you are the dragon pearl and the dragon’s soul.”

"Senior, you are too kind. This humble monk dares not ask for more."

Monk Yuanqi smiled and agreed, "Then I'll have to trouble you, senior!"

Below, Hua Yi looked at the old Taoist priest in the sky and said excitedly, "Master! Master is here!"

Now, this dragon probably won't be able to escape!

Xuan Jiao carefully examined the old Taoist priest before him and realized that he couldn't even sense the depth of the old man's aura. He was immediately alarmed, knowing that someone who could truly harm him had arrived.

It immediately twisted its body, summoning snakes and insects from all directions, then its body went limp and it disappeared into the swarm of snakes.

It blended in with the snakes, who then slithered away into various mountain caves and forest burrows, making it virtually impossible to track them down.

In terms of strength, Xuan Jiao might not necessarily be defeated by this person, but in just this short time, he has attracted two human experts. If the entanglement continues, more and more experts will likely arrive, and then he won't be able to leave even if he wants to.

But this time, Xuan Jiao clearly underestimated the strength of this human Xuanmen expert!
The old Taoist priest took out an object from his wide sleeve; it was a golden bracelet that gleamed with golden light.

He took out the bracelet and softly recited: "Jade Void Sacred Law, Taiyi Divine Summoning. Wandering Gods of the Ten Directions, Mountains and Rivers of the Eight Directions. Trapped Demons and Subdued Monsters, They Cannot Escape Death Ten Thousand Times."

fall!"

As soon as he spoke, the golden bracelet on his finger flew down and, in a flash of light, transformed into ten thousand golden bracelets, binding the seven-inch mark of each snake, locking them tightly like iron chains, so that no matter how much the snakes struggled, they could not break free.

One of the small black snakes was trapped by the golden bracelet. Its body immediately swelled up, breaking through the bracelet in an attempt to escape.

But the old Taoist standing in the sky simply pointed his hand again, and all the golden bracelets in the sky were gathered into one, tightly binding the Xuan Jiao's body.

Binding itself with the golden bracelet, the Xuanjiao felt a sense of terror, for it discovered that many of its supernatural abilities were now unusable!
"What kind of magical artifact is this? How can it possess such terrifying power?"

Seeing this, the monk Yuanqi was filled with admiration and praised, "I have long heard of the fame of the Taiyi Vajra Bracelet, the treasure of Qianyuan Mountain. Seeing it today, it truly lives up to its reputation!"

"It's just thanks to the legacy of our ancestor." The old Taoist waved his hand. "If it weren't for this treasure, I'm afraid I would have had to put in a lot of effort to subdue this wicked dragon."

"Om~"

Just as the old Taoist was about to take back the treasure, a deep chant suddenly came from the heavens and earth. Countless dark clouds in the sky turned into demonic clouds, and an incomparably huge hand reached out from the clouds and grabbed the evil dragon.

This giant hand was covered with black and red blood patterns, and like a mountain, it imprisoned the area within a radius of several hundred feet. Even the old Taoist's eyelids twitched wildly, and he shouted in shock, "Blood Demon Cave Master! You actually dare to make a move!"

"I act solely according to my own will. How dare you interfere with the affairs of Qianyuan Mountain in this world?"

The enormous demonic hand swept across the heavens and earth, giving the Xuan Jiao no chance to resist, before it was swept away and disappeared into the black demonic clouds.

The Vajra Bracelet also fell from the heavens and returned to the old Taoist's hand.

He held the Vajra Bracelet, his expression shifting between light and shadow, and sighed, "I fear the wicked dragon has seized a share of human fortune, and the rise and fall of dynasties will be fraught with new storms."

"Amitabha! Excellent! Excellent! I fear that sentient beings will suffer calamity again." Monk Yuanqi's face also turned sorrowful. "Since Blood Cave has intervened, this humble monk must report back to the Buddha. Senior, I will take my leave now!"

The old Taoist priest simply nodded in agreement. After the monk left, he landed in a grove of trees and appeared in front of Hua Yi.

"Master! Your disciple thanks you for saving my life!"

Hua Yi hurriedly bowed respectfully, his face beaming with joy.

"How did you get involved in such a thing?" The old Taoist frowned, looking at his dark forehead. "If I hadn't happened to be at the Emei Taoist temple discussing metaphysics and cultivation, you would probably be dead!"

"This..." Upon hearing this, Hua Yi hurriedly explained the whole story in one go.

After listening, the old Taoist snorted coldly, "No wonder, you were tricked by the spirit of Wuxiang Mountain and became its tool to kill."

Fortunately, the mountain spirit knew what was important and intervened in the critical moment to protect your life.

Otherwise, my Qianyuan Mountain is not a lineage that can be manipulated at will!

(End of this chapter)