Fellow Daoist Entrusts His Child: Immortality Begins with Nurturing a Demoness

Chapter 77 If there's a right way to die, then how will you block the second one? (7000-word chapter)
As soon as the summoning bell was played, it immediately drew everyone's attention.

This bell is made entirely of bronze-colored crystal, shaped like a set of chimes, with intricate blood-red patterns resembling a taotie. When the wind blows, it seems to come alive, making it exceptionally eerie and sending chills down one's spine.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator who was presiding over the meeting arrived late.

He wore a demon mask, waved a folding fan, and had a slightly thin figure. His long, serpentine eyes were imposing without anger, and the gentle swaying of the summoning bell he held made everyone feel dizzy.

"This item was obtained by the Xiangshi Sect, a branch of the Three Corpses Sect. Although it is not a sacred sect, it is still a treasure of orthodox demonic cultivators."

"Starting bid: 50 spirit stones. Highest bidder wins."

As soon as the Foundation Establishment cultivator finished speaking, the arena immediately erupted in excitement. Regardless of whether they were demonic cultivators or not, everyone's fingers were twitching at the sight of the Soul-Summoning Bell, and the calls for higher bids were endless.

Sixty spirit stones.

"Seventy, not eighty!"

Within the gloomy mist, Luo Fanchen's brows were furrowed the entire time, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the summoning bell, while a slight burning pain emanated from below his chest.

He slowly lowered his head, and the withered wood inscriptions left by Luo Qianqiu were faintly visible, seemingly resonating with the Soul Bell.

His heart sank. He had intended to take a picture of the Soul-Summoning Bell to study it, but since it involved Luo Qianqiu, he only wanted to avoid it.

However, he had no chance to bid, as the value of the Soul-Summoning Bell far exceeded his expectations. Even after the price was raised to one hundred spirit stones, the owner was still undecided.

The three little ones from the branch pavilion and the disciples of Xianshui Residence also competed fiercely for the auction. In the end, the Soul-Summoning Bell was sold for 150 spirit stones and was jointly purchased by the nine disciples of Xianshui Residence.

"Disciples of sects still have plenty of opportunities to make money."

Luo Fanchen clicked his tongue. They sensed that several cultivators were looking at the disciples of Xianshui Residence with ill intentions. Only after confirming that the other party had a large number of people and a deep foundation of true essence, and was most likely a disciple of a sect, did they have no choice but to give up.

"These magical treasures are rarer than I imagined."

Luo Fanchen murmured, putting down the bidding paddle he had been clutching in his hand. Seeing this, Yun, the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort), also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was genuinely afraid that this person would participate in the auction, which would not only cost a lot of spirit stones, but would also attract the attention of other demonic cultivators, making it difficult for them to escape.

"As you know, the creation of magical treasures is against the natural order and extremely insidious, but their functionality and destructive power are among the best of all magical treasures of the same level. They can replace many kinds of magical treasures. As long as you are ruthless enough, you can almost achieve cultivation without consuming spirit stones."

Yun Biaotou sighed softly, looking at the Soul-Summoning Bell that had been traded away, his eyes filled with envy.

Although this bell is only a low-grade first-tier magic weapon, its craftsmanship is somewhat rough, and it lacks methods for overcoming tribulations and inheritance, making it almost useless in combat.

However, its underlying principles are incredibly ingenious, especially for casting masters. Even a little research into its mysteries can bring them great profits.

For example, the spirit beast bags circulating in the market are imitations of the magical treasure [Yin Yang Drum] from Bodhi Temple.

"I see."

Luo Fanchen nodded, keeping a close eye on the Soul-Summoning Bell while gaining a clearer understanding of the different levels of the Soul Banner.

A broken demonic treasure belonging to a vassal of the Demonic Sect is worth 150 spirit stones. He has sublimated it once and it is a soul banner personally produced by the Holy Sect. Couldn't it be exchanged for a Foundation Establishment Pill?
Thinking of this, Luo Fanchen couldn't help but chuckle self-deprecatingly.

He's really obsessed with building a foundation to the point of madness. A magical treasure personally produced by the Holy Sect and with a lineage, it probably wouldn't sell for even a single spirit stone.

Subordinate magical artifacts lack inheritance, and the cultivators are directly controlled by the Holy Church, like servants, merely slave artifacts. In contrast, the magical artifacts held by the Holy Church are master artifacts and will never tolerate their circulation to the outside world.

The taboos imposed by the Heavenly Demon Sect on the Soul Banner are probably several times stricter than those imposed by the Xuanmen Sect on the inheritance of the Lesser Yang Wood Transformation Technique.

Subsequently, the free trading session began. The Xinmo Temple cultivators were the first to speak, each seeking to purchase a large quantity of talismans and elixirs, accepting all offers and charging prices 20% higher than the market price.

Luo Fanchen's eyes brightened slightly; he had just accumulated quite a few Dew Charms and Illusion-Dispelling Charms in his hand.

He sold ten Dew Charms and twenty Illusion-Dispelling Charms in one go, gaining a total of eleven spirit stones.

"We request three precious pills or spiritual herbs that are free from karmic influence and rich in vital energy and fire elemental power, at least of the first-grade superior quality."

After exchanging glances for a while, the three little ones finally spoke up in hoarse voices.

The three of them were also protected by a deacon at the seventh level of Qi Refining, which is why they were able to enter the auction house.

"Some time ago, I hunted a second-tier low-grade demon beast named Flowing Cloud Tiger. Its blood energy is as strong as a precious pill, and it still has a hundred catties of lean meat left. If you three young friends want it, you'd better hurry."

The Foundation Establishment cultivator wearing a Yaksha mask smiled and offered an exorbitant price.

"Two spirit stones per pound. If you want them all, young friend, I can give you a 20% discount."

"We'll take them all!"

The three little ones were so excited that they didn't notice the increasingly unpleasant expression on the butler's face.

The moment the deal was struck, almost everyone's eyes were focused on the three of them. However, after realizing that the steward was at the late stage of Qi Refining, most of them slowly suppressed their hostility. Even so, there were still less than five malicious thoughts left.

"Jubaoge, there's no one to follow up."

Luo Fanchen sipped his tea and almost burst out laughing at the childishness of Yuan Chun and the others.

They really lack a sense of crisis and think that having a deacon in the late stage of Qi Refining will ensure their safety?

"The three of them have been cultivating with the Pavilion Master since they can remember. They are dressed in fine clothes and eat delicacies, and everything is prepared for their cultivation. They only hope to make a name for themselves at the Ascension Conference. Naturally, they are lacking in interpersonal skills and experience, after all, they are only ten years old."

After sensing the familiar true essence of the other party's steward, Yun Biaotou also realized the other party's identity.

He shook his head slightly, also feeling a little regretful.

He didn't dislike Yuan Chun and the other two; in fact, they had some friendship. Back when Feiyunfang branch needed to use the trade routes of the three branches, it was these three outstanding disciples who secretly made an exception, allowing the goods to pass through smoothly.

He still remembers what Yuan Chun said: "We are all fellow disciples of Jubaoge, why waste our time on internal strife?"

After this incident, I heard that the three of them were severely reprimanded and confined to their homes for over a year.

"The young man had the spirit of a diamond in the rough, but it's a pity he didn't live to see the Ascension Assembly and become famous."

"It's a pity indeed."

Luo Fanchen put down his teacup; his impression of Yuan Chun and the other two was acceptable.

The three were fairly well-mannered and had solid cultivation foundations, so it was understandable that they were not as good as Mo Xue in combat.

He just lacks some experience and practical combat skills. In fact, his killing techniques are quite remarkable. In terms of cultivation and combat skills alone, he is even above ordinary sect disciples. It's a pity that he is too well protected.

If it were him, having a Foundation Establishment Master protecting him from birth, he might also have been raised to be a giant baby lacking a sense of crisis.

Half of the disciples of Xianshuiju have quietly left, clearly preparing for an ambush. Yuanchun and her two companions are likely doomed.

Luo Fanchen always respected the fate of others. After casually instructing Qiu Yun to keep an eye on the remaining disciples of Xianshui Residence, he got up and went to purchase a magic treasure.

"I am looking to purchase the placenta of the virtuous female cultivator today. She must be at least in the late stage of Qi Refining, and the more the better."

These words silenced the entire room, and all eyes turned toward him, some with disgust and others with fear.

Looking at the entire scene, the most insidious and vicious magical material that Luo Fanchen wanted was undoubtedly the most important.

The default condition for the demonic materials sought by demonic cultivators is that the original owner of the material died unjustly or suffered torture and died with resentment, so that it can have enough resentment to maintain its spiritual essence.

Placenta is the first trace of innate energy exhaled by an infant at the beginning of life. When mixed with resentment, it becomes extremely poisonous.

A single Placenta Demon Material requires two lives and carries heavy karma. Without a method to resolve the calamity, ordinary demon cultivators would avoid it at all costs.

"This person must be a demonic cultivator with some tricks up his sleeve. Don't provoke him."

In the mist on the other side, Yun Che frowned and whispered instructions to his fellow disciples to be careful.

Luo Fanchen altered his voice and spiritual aura, making it difficult for the others to discern clearly. However, since they had left their own methods on him beforehand, they could naturally recognize him.

"Senior brother, this guy is quite lucrative. He spends dozens of spirit stones without batting an eye. It would be a shame to let such a fat sheep escape."

"If this creature can afford to wield such evil things, it is not to be underestimated. It is probably a legitimate demonic cultivator."

"He's not even a match for someone at the third level of Qi Refining, so what kind of demonic cultivator is he?"

The disciples beside him clicked their tongues in disbelief, having witnessed Luo Fanchen's methods firsthand; they were merely at the level of an ordinary rogue cultivator.

If someone truly possessed extraordinary abilities, how could they be unknown?

"This rogue cultivator is probably just a tool for purchasing magic treasures. The ones who really need them are the esteemed guests of the Treasure Pavilion. Senior brother, let's get started."

"Am I worried that this fiend is hiding its true strength?"

Yun Che paced back and forth, not blinded by greed, or rather, the wealth Luo Fanchen had shown was not enough to make him take the risk.

"We outnumber him and have set up an illusion array beforehand. Can he, a mere Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator, withstand our combined attack?"

"Besides, this fiend's true energy is weak, so why should he hide his strength?"

The disciples offered words of advice, and Yun Che pursed his lips, weighing his options. For some reason, he sensed an extremely strong sense of danger emanating from Luo Fanchen.

He was about to refuse, but when he heard the price Luo Fanchen offered, the words of refusal immediately stuck in his throat.

"I need four portions, each worth thirty spirit stones."

Seeing that there was no response for a long time, Luo Fanchen sighed, knowing that it would be difficult to purchase everything on this trip, so he casually raised the price of spirit stones as a last attempt.

"Forty spirit stones per share, I can offer it to you, young friend."

"make a deal!"

Luo Fanchen's eyes gleamed slightly, and he didn't hesitate.

Yun Biaotou was slightly taken aback, and his expression, like that of the three little stewards, visibly turned ugly.

Yuan Chun and the other two lacked a sense of crisis, and the adult was no better off. He took out 160 spirit stones at once, and he could already sense dozens of malicious gazes focused on him.

"My lord, we can settle the transaction privately in batches later. Why settle it all in public at once?"

"No need, Foundation Establishment is far more dangerous than Qi Refining."

Luo Fanchen shook his head slightly. Yun Biaotou was speechless and sighed, "If Foundation Establishment cultivators want to continue operating the black market, they won't attack us. The real danger lies with the villains lurking in the shadows."

"What if, if the Foundation Establishment cultivator harbors ill intentions, we will surely die."

Luo Fanchen casually waved his hand, ignoring Yun Biaotou's bitterness and resentment, and took the brocade boxes that the gray mist brought him.

"My lord, to take a one-hundredth risk for such a negligible possibility is truly..."

Yun Biaotou's lips were dry, and the hair on his forearms stood up slightly, clearly indicating that he had been locked onto by several perception techniques.

If it weren't for his eighth-level Body Tempering cultivation, the number would probably be several times higher.

"We're all Qi Refining cultivators, just petty scoundrels. No matter how many there are, they're nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs. Are you scared, Chief Escort?"

Luo Fanchen chuckled, lightly tapping the brocade box with his fingertips, his gaze fixed intently on the latter.

Yun Biaotou was caught in a dilemma. Forced into a corner by Luo Fanchen's domineering attitude, he had no choice but to briefly report the situation of the black market to the Pavilion Master through a communication talisman and ask for help, while continuing to plead for persuasion.

"My life is worthless; I can die if I die. But your body is precious; if it is harmed, I would rather die a thousand deaths than atone for it."

"It's too late. If you don't want to provoke others, they'll just think you're easy to bully. Look, they've already set their sights on us."

Luo Fanchen gently shook his head and gestured towards the direction of the Immortal Water Residence disciples. Only after being reminded did Yun Biaotou belatedly realize the hostility covered by the Concealing Breath Pill and the Yin Mist, and his expression became extremely solemn.

He knew that this Lord Luo was extraordinary, with perception far surpassing his own, and at the same time, he felt bitter inside.

Such capable people are the most arrogant. Even a tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves. No matter how strong Lord Luo is, he is only at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Even if it were him, five disciples of the Immortal Water Abode at the sixth level of Qi Refining could easily overwhelm him by forming an array.

"I understand, sir. This is a first-grade high-quality concealing breath pill specially reserved by the sect leader. Please take it first, and I will do my best to attract the attention of these villains and find an opportunity to escape."

Yun Biaotou's expression turned solemn, and he was about to take action to erase the means by which Luo Fanchen purchased the magic treasure.

"unnecessary."

“I know you have the means, but the disciples of the sect are far superior to ordinary rogue cultivators. They have standardized formations that Core Formation cultivators have personally researched. If they form a formation to surround and kill, even the greatest skill cannot be used.”

After much earnest persuasion and pleading, Yun, the镖头 (bodyguard), finally persuaded Luo Fanchen to accept the Concealing Breath Pill. He assumed the other was going to take it, but Luo Fanchen simply tossed it into his storage bag, jokingly asking, "What if they can't form a formation?"

"How could that be? Forming an array is the foundation of a sect disciple's identity."

“Foolish. It’s the idiots at Xianshui Residence who are going to make a move. You can try to persuade them, but my mind is made up. Don’t try to change it.”

Luo Fanchen remained expressionless, and after making his conclusion, he ignored Yun Biaotou, who was covering his face and sighing.

He casually wiped away the tracking marks left by the Foundation Establishment cultivator on the brocade box, narrowed his eyes, opened the lid, and couldn't help but sneer in amazement, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"Impressive methods from powerful clans and sects."

The stench of blood was overwhelming, and the intense, malevolent aura made Luo Fanchen's forearm feel cold, and his face gradually turned ugly.

The placenta still contained remnants of true essence. Although the cultivation method was unclear, judging from its quality, it should belong to a disciple of a sect.

She was probably a female cultivator who died for the sect during the great chaos that occurred in the Yimu Sect.

A cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining must be an elite member of the inner sect. He served the sect with his life in life, and even after death, his body was sold as material on the black market.

These sects, which pride themselves on being prestigious and righteous, treat their elite disciples who have been sacrificed in this way?

"They've become quite corrupt."

Luo Fanchen pursed his lips, slightly sighing, and put away the brocade box. He had finally gathered all the materials for the Ascension Soul Banner.

At the same time, Yun Che, surrounded by gloomy fog, gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the table.

"Four placenta carts! This fiend must possess other magical treasures, their value undoubtedly immense!"

"Let's do it. Besides, that Chief Escort Yun has already sensed our hostility. If we let him go, it will only increase the risk of being exposed."

Yun Che's gaze gradually hardened, and he said coldly, "Remember, leave no survivors."

"Yes! Senior brother is wise."

The disciples were eager to try, their eyes blazing with greed.

Without hesitation, they swallowed a first-tier mid-grade premium concealing breath pill, split into two groups, and immediately activated the positioning method left on Luo Fanchen to arrive at his return route ahead of time, preparing to set up an illusion array and launch a surprise attack to kill the enemy.

"My Immortal Water Abode's Cloud and Rain Formation can restrict the physical strength of cultivators. We will then attack and kill Cloud Escort Leader together, severely injuring him and trapping him inside the formation. Once Senior Brother returns, we will eliminate him in one fell swoop. Remember, we must not leave any survivors."

"As for the rogue cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining and the body-refining slave, they can't cause any trouble."

The disciples of Xianshuiju quickly devised a plan and set up an illusion array, their skillful techniques clearly indicating they were frequent thieves.

At the same time, Yun Biaotou sensed the increasingly strong hostility from the disciples of Xianshuiju and became anxious.

"My lord, quickly take the pills and leave separately. Murder and robbery are common occurrences near the black market. To be honest, I have also robbed disciples of the Immortal Water Residence before. They will never show mercy."

Yun Biaotou spoke earnestly, almost kneeling before Luo Fanchen.

"Disciples of sects who pride themselves on being righteous and honorable, yet they plunder other sects, aren't they afraid of being exposed and facing retaliation?"

"With no one to testify since they're dead, how can we talk about exposing them?"

"Dead men tell no tales?"

Luo Fanchen smiled, his eyes narrowed, and the spiritual seed in his lungs stirred, the true essence of Yi Wood humming from his meridians.

"I can rest assured that."

"grown ups."

"Stop arguing! How can you not slaughter a fat sheep that's delivered right to your door?"

As Luo Fanchen strolled leisurely, he casually waved his hand, his entire body enveloped in a misty aura that obscured his true form.

With the Soul Banner on his back, he easily locked onto the hidden cultivators a hundred meters away. Most of them were at the mid-stage of Qi Refining and were not very hostile. They were obviously playing the role of vultures, only wanting to share the scraps.

"I'm handing these useless people over to you. I'd like to test the skills of a sect disciple."

"My lord, please reconsider. There are probably more than just nine people in the Immortal Water Abode. If they form a great formation, even a Qi Refining Stage 9 cultivator would have no chance of escape."

Just as Chief Biao Yun was about to offer further advice, he received a reply from Li Miaoyun containing only four words: "There is a proper way to die."

He was speechless for a moment, and his solemn expression visibly eased. His eyes were full of awe as he looked at Luo Fanchen.

He had informed the Pavilion Master in detail about the number of enemies and their predicament. It seemed that in the Pavilion Master's eyes, the fact that Lord Luo could easily sweep away the disciples of Immortal Water Residence was due to his shallow knowledge and underestimation of the other party.

"No problem, I'm quite good at taking on multiple opponents at once. After you've dealt with these tails, wait for me at the original meeting place."

"This humble servant awaits your good news."

"Autumn Charm".

"Uncle Luo, I'm here."

Luo Fanchen tilted his head back and swallowed the Concealing Breath Pill. At the same time, he summoned the Soul Banner and used the Noon Fire Seal to cast the Illusionary Fire Star Technique.

A cold wind swirled around him, and his aura quickly concealed itself, becoming almost nonexistent. He casually instructed, "Help me sense the location of the disciples of Immortal Water Abode."

"Fine, these fools dare to harbor evil intentions towards Uncle Luo, I'll have them refined and their souls extracted."

Qiu Yun's voice was icy cold. She was usually gentle and mild-mannered, but when it came to Uncle Luo and Sister Mo Xue, she would immediately reveal the ferocity of the Soul Banner's main soul.

She formed the Hai Water Seal with her hands and used the technique to ward off evil spirits. Amidst the howling of the yin wind, she awakened the souls of the unjustly killed in the surrounding mountains, and quickly and indirectly located the disciples of Immortal Water Residence.

The power of the magical artifact is perfectly demonstrated. There is no direct contact, and the lock-on is so concealed that it is extremely difficult for the opponent to detect and trace.

"There are a total of eighteen disciples of the Immortal Water Abode. One is at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and the rest are at the sixth level. They are divided into two groups."

"One group, led by a Qi Refining Stage 7 cultivator, is currently besieging four cultivators and has the upper hand. They should be able to finish the battle in half an hour at most. The second group is on our inevitable path and has already inscribed illusion array runes."

Qiu Yun spoke slowly and deliberately, and soon she had figured out most of the details.

There are too many innocent souls who died unjustly near the black market. With just a slight movement, she can see all the information within a hundred miles.

"Okay, the illusion array can cover it up, right?"

"No problem, Uncle Luo, don't underestimate my Firefly Magic!"

Qiu Yun smiled brightly, and Luo Fanchen nodded slightly, his eyes gradually turning cold and sharp. They quickly approached the valley where the second batch of Immortal Water Abode disciples were located, about 150 feet apart.

"Autumn Charm, assist me."

Luo Fanchen was not foolish enough to directly attack the formation.

He instructed Qiu Yun to set up the Yinghuo Illusion Array around them, and amidst the swirling yin winds, he himself used the Spirit Palace Incantation to prepare the Purple River Chariot Technique.

As the vengeful ghosts howled, Qiu Yun immediately used her human face technique to transform Luo Fanchen and the soul banner into withered wood. The wailing of the wronged souls was transformed into a passing breeze, perfectly concealing the sound of the spell.

More than twenty wronged souls, seven vengeful ghosts, and in the end, even a wandering spirit was sacrificed.

The Purple River Cart Technique slowly condensed, Luo Fanchen's fingernails fell off, and his essence blood gathered towards the twisting and boiling baby cradle in front of him, finally compressing into an irregular dark red blood light the size of a fist, with the baby crying inside, and the surface was a stack of ghost faces as solid as a substance.

As the killing move was about to be completed, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to boil, and even the Yinghuo Technique could not conceal it.

The disciples of Xianshui Residence, who were secretly delighted after noticing that Yun Biaotou and Luo Fanchen had split up and were already dividing up the spoils, suddenly felt a chill run down their spines and their hair stood on end.

A strong sense of crisis came from behind.

The disciples felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave. They hurriedly looked back and vaguely saw Luo Fanchen's mocking smile and the murderous Purple River Chariot attack that exuded a chilling aura.

"This is."

"Form ranks! Don't run away! This is a wide-range killing move. If we can't escape its range, we will all be severely injured! Forming ranks gives us a chance to resist."

The disciples of Xianshuiju were thrown into chaos, but being elites of the sect, they quickly regained their composure and formed a first-grade high-level Water Cloud Formation.

"Damn it. It's that kid."

"This is a rogue cultivator? Damn, this guy is a real handful. We're afraid we won't be able to capture him. We should quickly ask our senior brother for help."

Everyone was drenched in sweat, their sense of crisis almost bursting. Even with the protection of a top-tier first-order formation, they were not confident they could withstand the attack perfectly.

"Instead of running away, they choose to fight it out? As expected of a disciple of a sect."

Luo Fanchen nodded slightly, then unleashed his killing move without hesitation: "Purple River Chariot: Calamity!"

The blood-red light went berserk, and countless ghostly faces attacked one after another, tearing at each other and intertwining into a blood-red beam of light. It arrived in an instant, and wherever it passed, the vegetation withered, the spiritual energy became polluted and disordered, and a deep mark more than ten meters long was blasted into the ground.

"They're here! Hold on!"

As the killing move drew near, the disciples secretly groaned, realizing that someone at the sixth level of Qi Refining could unleash such a ferocious killing move.

Damn it, their power is no weaker than that of orthodox demonic cultivators. Are they the elite of the Heart Demon Temple? Is the Treasure Pavilion secretly colluding with the Heart Demon Temple?

The leading disciple felt a pang of unease, and just before the bloodshed arrived, he couldn't help but regret his greed.

"boom--"

"Wow—cough cough."

The moment the blood and light touched, the great formation shook violently. The azure barrier was visibly stained with blood and light, its spiritual energy greatly diminished. Fine cracks spread like a spider web throughout the entire formation, and the array patterns underfoot twisted rapidly.

All the disciples coughed up mouthfuls of blood at the same time, feeling dizzy and their spiritual energy was rapidly depleted.

Can hold on!
After being blocked by the great formation, the power of the Purple River Chariot Technique was reduced by more than 70%, and the remaining 30% could only cause them minor injuries at most.

They could at least retain 50% of their true essence. As for that damned demonic cultivator, if he could retain 30% of his true essence after rashly unleashing such a powerful killing move, that would be considered quite formidable.

"Hold on! This fiend will run out of steam after using this move, and we will surely win."

"Impressive, impressive. As expected of a disciple of a sect, you were able to block one of my Purple River Cart Techniques."

Luo Fanchen clapped in admiration, making no attempt to lower his voice or conceal his approval. As the power of the Purple River Chariot Technique was about to wane, he once again formed the Spirit Palace Seal, his expression gradually turning cold, and sneered, "So how are you going to block the second one?"

The evil spirits gathered, the fingernail of the index finger fell off, and the blood and essence overflowed, while a cold wind swirled around the valley.

More than ten wronged souls and ten vengeful ghosts clung to my fingertips, forming a baby cradle, which then transformed into blood crystals. The power of the attack was only about half that of the previous one, but it was enough to shatter the crumbling Cloud and Rain Formation.

"How...how is this possible? His true energy hasn't been depleted?"

The leading disciple's lips trembled, and his eyes showed despair.

With such profound true essence, the demonic cultivators of the Heart Demon Temple could never achieve this; what they faced was a true, orthodox demonic cultivator.

"Run! Scatter and run! Every person who can escape is a winner! Tell your senior brother not to come any closer and return to the sect immediately!"

The leading disciple's face was deathly pale, and he stared at the gradually forming Purple River Chariot Technique with despair in his eyes.

Since they are orthodox demonic cultivators, if they can condense a second killing move, they will naturally have a third. They cannot get close and can only defend passively. They are almost certain to die. They scatter and flee. Although they will be severely injured, they will at least have a chance to survive.

"Run? Autumn Charm!"

Luo Fanchen smiled and stepped onto the ground. A cold wind swept through the entire valley. The Yinghuo spell, which had been set up in advance, blocked all escape routes and directly covered the crumbling cloud and rain formation.

The Yinghuo Illusion Array enveloped the valley, greatly depleting her soul power. Fortunately, Qiuyun's soul power had been overflowing for several months, enough to last for about 15 minutes, while the disciples of Xianshuiju would not survive even 15 minutes.

Both the sound transmission and the escape route were blocked by the Yinghuo Illusion Array, and the Cloud and Rain Array, which they regarded as their last resort, also crumbled before their eyes.

The disciples of Xianshuiju knew that their way out was dead, and their eyes showed despair, but they forced themselves to remain calm and pleaded.

"We are disciples of the Immortal Water Abode. If you kill us, are you not afraid of retaliation from my sect?"

"We are willing to offer up our treasures, just to ask that you spare our lives."

"Noisy."

Luo Fanchen's eyes were filled with disdain, and his Purple River Chariot Technique moved with lightning speed, arriving in an instant: "Purple River Chariot: Calamity."

(End of this chapter)