Immortality begins with equipping a worn-out talisman pen.

Chapter 133 The Descent of the Law

Lu Chenshui was unaware of Li Mufeng's thoughts and remained engrossed in describing the "Tian Yuan Yu Fu Jing".

"If one can cultivate the 'Heavenly Origin Talisman Scripture' to a high level, one can master an unparalleled divine power, using divine sense to divide into countless forms and simultaneously control numerous talismans."

"Legend has it that during the heyday of the Tianyuan Talisman Sect, there was an unparalleled genius within the sect who cultivated the first supernatural power, the [Talisman Wheel Sea of ​​Light]."

At this point, a look of longing appeared in Lu Chenshui's eyes.

"When the supernatural power is unleashed, thousands of talismans transform into a sea of ​​talismans, blotting out the sky and the sun. In the blink of an eye, it can take a person's life or death. Even a Nascent Soul demon caught in it will be annihilated by the endless talisman light in an instant."

Upon hearing this, Li Mufeng was also slightly shaken.

He couldn't help but fantasize that, let alone ten thousand, if he could simultaneously activate and control a hundred top-grade Water Dragon Talismans, he could probably kill even a fake Core Formation cultivator with the talismans.

Lu Chenshui continued, "Unfortunately, although the Lu family has inherited the legacy of the Tianyuan Talisman Sect for thousands of years, no one has been able to truly master this skill, and no one has even stepped into the second level."

"The biggest reason is the lack of Heavenly Origin Qi. To comprehend Heavenly Origin Qi, one must rely on Divine Intent, which is a unique inheritance of the Heavenly Origin Talisman Sect and can only appear in the true Heavenly Origin Relics."

Li Mufeng frowned slightly, what was his intention?

Over the years, he had secretly searched for information related to God's intentions, but had never heard of any trace of it. The key was that this thing was not something that circulated in the world.

Lu Chenshui continued, "Over the years, my Lu family has only preserved two divine intents, one of which has been lost to the outside world."

"This is why Zhou Zhengyang has been so persistent in exploring the Jinquan Bay historical site over the years —"

Lu Chenshui sneered. "It's because there might still be new divine intentions there, or even the complete Tianyuan Talisman Sect inheritance."

Li Mufeng immediately understood.

No wonder the two opportunities I had previously obtained, whether it was the "Viewing the Waves by the Mountain" I got from Zhou Zhengyang or the "Yinglong Bringing Rain" I got later, were all related to someone surnamed Lu.

It seems that my ability to come into contact with the legacy of the Tianyuan Sect was a coincidence in itself.

Thinking of this, Li Mufeng suddenly noticed that when Lu Chenshui spoke of Lu Tianhe, his tone seemed calm yet somewhat complicated.

Sure enough, a look of resentment appeared on Lu Chenshui's face.

"In the end, all of this is the fault of my uncle Lu Tianhe."

"If he had been willing to unlock the core inheritance of the Tianyuan Talisman Sect back then, how could the Lu family have fallen into such a state, with an outsider controlling everything?"

"Back then, he clearly had the method to open the core area of ​​the secret realm, but he was unwilling to hand it over to the family."

"On the contrary, the Lu family is not qualified to possess the true Tianyuan Sect inheritance."

Lu Chenshui gritted his teeth and said, "He would rather let the lineage die out than let any member of the family get involved. Such stubbornness will ultimately harm not only himself but also the entire Lu family!"

Hearing this, Li Mufeng finally pieced together the whole story.

Lu Tianhe discovers the ruins of the Tianyuan Fu Sect and inherits its legacy.

Zhou Zhengyang betrayed his cause for an opportunity.

The Lu family gradually declined due to internal conflicts.

Now, in order to reopen the ruins, these people have turned their attention to themselves.

"Senior Brother Li, I'm not saying all this for my own sake."

Lu Chenshui looked at Li Mufeng, her voice tinged with pleading.

"I just want to revitalize the Lu family and restore the glory of the Tianyuan Fu Sect."

"If you are willing to spare my life, I can give you all the fragments of the Tianyuan Yufu Scripture that the Lu family possesses."

"You wouldn't want the legacy left by your uncle to be lost with the destruction of the Lu family, would you? I am the last bloodline of the Lu family—"

At this point, Lu Chenshui's tone became increasingly sorrowful.

However, all he received in response was a calm glance from Li Mufeng.

next moment.

Li Mufeng clasped his hands together slightly.

The illusory divine soul was instantly crushed as if by an invisible force.

"No!"

Lu Chenshui let out a piercing scream.

A direct descendant of the prestigious Lu family, a former Foundation Establishment cultivator, ultimately didn't even have the chance to reincarnate; his soul was completely annihilated between heaven and earth.

For Li Mufeng, Lu Chenshui no longer had any reason to exist.

As for the so-called "Tian Yuan Yu Fu Jing"?

Although he was indeed somewhat interested, the only way to obtain this skill was not by learning it from Lu Chenshui.

Moreover, why would an enemy who wants to possess him and kill him think he would let him go just because of a few words?

In the world of cultivation, the strong prey on the weak; mercy towards enemies is cruelty towards oneself.

Since entering the world of cultivation, Li Mufeng has been very clear about one principle.

Anyone who wants to kill themselves must be prepared to be killed by themselves.

As Lu Chenshui's soul dissipated, Zhou Zhengyang and Wu Youcai outside Qingqiu Mountain both changed their expressions.

Zhou Zhengyang, in particular, had an expression of disbelief in his eyes.

died?

Lu Chenshui is dead?

It should be noted that what he taught Lu Chenshui was the "Soul-Stealing Technique," a secret technique of the Xuan Yin Sect.

Although this technique is not specifically used for combat, it is most effective at attacking the soul of cultivators.

Even if an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator has some precautions in their divine sense, it is extremely difficult to resist when they are completely unprepared.

Moreover, Lu Chenshui himself is a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, and his spiritual strength far surpasses that of Li Mufeng, who is in the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

How could they be so easily wiped out?

Zhou Zhengyang's face was gloomy.

This Li Mufeng is probably far more terrifying than I imagined.

He not only knew the secrets of the Tianyuan Talisman Sect, but he may also have known about his grudges with the Lu family.

This person must not be allowed to live!

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhengyang's murderous intent surged.

But soon, his expression turned grim again; the great formation before him was far too strange.

Especially that layer of five-colored spiritual light, with the power of the five elements constantly flowing, was actually able to weaken their attacks.

Even though he was already a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, after bombarding the array for a full half hour, he could only cause a few ripples in the protective barrier.

At this rate, it would take at least three days and three nights to forcibly break through the formation.

Moreover, the magical power must be continuously poured in for these three days without any pause.

However, this place is near the Qingxuan Sect, and such intense fluctuations in spiritual energy could not possibly be hidden from the sect's cultivators.

Once the Qingxuan Sect sends someone to investigate, even if it's just a Golden Core cultivator's divine sense sweeping over them, the two of them will inevitably be exposed.

Thinking of this, a ruthless glint flashed across Zhou Zhengyang's face. He slowly took out a pile of broken bones from his storage bag and meticulously piled them on the ground, arranging them in a specific shape.

The bones were pitch black, like black jade, yet their surfaces constantly emitted a cold and eerie aura.

He slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a section of his pale forearm.

He then took out a pale white bone knife, no more than the length of a palm, from his storage bag. The bone knife had no edge, but its surface was densely covered with tiny runes.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhou Zhengyang slashed his forearm hard with his backhand.

His skin and flesh tore open, and bright red blood immediately flowed down his arm.

He seemed oblivious to the pain, his fingers clenched tightly, his blood and qi surging, forcing out several drops of his vital essence, which was almost dark red in color.

Tick.

Tick.

The essence blood fell into the pile of dark, withered bones in front of him.

Strangely, the blood did not slide down the bone; instead, it seemed to be sucked in by something and slowly spread along the fine lines on the surface of the bone.

In just a few breaths.

The originally black, withered bones now showed streaks of scarlet blood.

Zhou Zhengyang's face paled at a visible speed, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

His hands were stained with blood, his ten fingers interlaced to form an extremely strange hand seal, and he muttered incantations.

"I, Zhou Zhengyang, respectfully knock on the gate of the mysterious, my blood forming a long river, my ink bones building a Dharma altar."

"We respectfully beseech the Mysterious Yin, and pray to the Netherworld, to slay the immortals, break the formation, and condemn the demonic path to eternal damnation. We request the Mysterious Netherworld Palace to relocate and descend in response to our decree."

As the last word fell, the blood-red patterns on the pile of bones suddenly lit up brightly!

The originally chaotic, dark bones began to tremble on their own, one after another rising up and forming an extremely strange altar in mid-air.

Strands of dark red blood flames shot up from the pile of bones, outlining a blurry human figure in the void.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhengyang finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

It became.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, an old man who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes.

"In the end, I still had to use the spirit-summoning bone I left you—"

The old man murmured something to himself, then took a step forward.