Chapter 32 Chapter 32 A mysterious monk on a broomstick...
The demon cultivator could no longer ignore it at this point, and could not imagine how that low-level and strange cultivator could summon sea water. Shock flashed in his eyes, and he concentrated the Bifang Yang Fire to resist.
The water of Liuxian Gorge carries the essence of the earth immortal who guards the sea. It is no ordinary wave. It comes from the thoughts of Bailu and all living beings, and it moves forward courageously!
The waves were huge, but they showed no sign of weakness against the innate yang fire.
"No, no——" The demon cultivator tried his best to get a chance of survival, and the huge skeleton of the ancient demon vibrated its bone wings.
Although the ancient monster is huge, how can it compare to the ocean?
The water of Liuxian Gorge has protected mortals for thousands of years, but has shown no mercy to cultivators. Otherwise, how could it be said that Liuxian does not keep people? The raging sea waves hit with ruthless force.
The wings that covered the sun and clouds began to crack like cracked earth. After a moment, they were torn apart fiercely, and the roar of the waves resounded between heaven and earth!
This caused the monks in the distance to look over in shock, not understanding what was happening here.
At the same time, the sword energy from the other side had penetrated the center of the formation and reached the other end. With one blow of the sea water, the formation of the six demon cultivators of Xu was completely broken.
The huge ancient monster skeleton collapsed in the midst of the water and fire.
The fire feathers peeled off, turning into a mountain of bones, losing all its brilliance.
Before the sea water touched Bai Lu and the family of three, it quietly became shallower, until it became transparent, and then dissipated. After the temper dissipated, it was as if it had never appeared, invisible and traceless.
The demon cultivator No. 6 Xu fell heavily to the ground, his wings shrank to normal size, or they could no longer be called wings, but just scattered feathers and broken bones.
Just like a stove that was extinguished by a basin of water on the eve of explosion, the wrinkles on his face were so dense that there was almost no normal skin.
His life has come to an end.
He failed to break through, and burned out the last bit of energy. There was no hope left.
But among those who broke the formation, the sword cultivator was from Xuanshan. He was convinced. What was the origin of that unknown attacker? He even attracted the water of Liuxian Sea. He never thought that the final blow would come from the sea.
Bai Lu handed the child in her arms to its parents. The temperature was no longer high and there were no more fire feathers to hurt anyone.
He bowed towards the shore from a distance.
Bai Lu was also shocked. So that's how it was. No wonder the master said that a shepherd boy could become an immortal if he realized the truth. When he got close to their Tao, he could also summon that kind of power...
Is this the heart of Tao?
He looked down at his hands as if he had sensed something. Although his spiritual power was still at the foundation-building stage, after all, his master said that the mind and state must be balanced before they can be upgraded. However, after the enlightenment just now, he had completely restored his natural communication ability, and even reached a higher level, breaking through some kind of barrier.
It’s amazing, he used talismans to wrap up magic in the past, and now he uses epiphany to master the ability to communicate with elements.
Moreover, the overwhelming sea water shocked Bai Lu, but also gave her other insights.
"Thank you, Immortal!" The family of three bowed, and when they looked up again, the Immortal was gone.
Bai Lu rode on a broom and quickly flew to the side of Xu Liu the demon cultivator. She rummaged through his arms and found that the silk book was still intact. It had been roasted by fire and doused with water, which must have been difficult.
The Five Elements Transformation Bell was completely useless, and the other robes and the demon cultivator's own magic weapons were also destroyed.
What a merciless fire it is, it makes people... makes people whine.
Bai Lu pulled out the silk book, but when she did, she found that there was still a trace of Bifang Yang Fire left, which seemed to be a good thing as well.
Bai Lu squatted down and asked the dying demon cultivator: "Do you still want this?"
Xu Liu: “…”
He closed his eyes, but his vitality was still dissipating, making him feel even more lifeless.
However, the other party's words also made him guess that this person might not be from a famous and legitimate family. Those who came from the major human clans all liked to be timid and pay attention to legitimacy.
"It's time, it's fate..." the demon cultivator squeezed out a sentence.
What! Bai Lu looked at him in fear, fearing that he would say his last words to her in classical Chinese. You despise my reputation, but I despise you, a bird.
Bai Lu quickly picked up the silk book and put it into her storage ring. Bifang Yanghuo also collected it with magic props, then flew away on a broom, leaving only one sentence: "Die slowly, bye."
"..."Xu Liu asked silently from behind, who are you?
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"The formation has been broken, thank you, uncle-master!" Ning Yanhu's forehead was covered in sweat, and there was a large burn mark on his shoulder.
The situation was similar for the others who went to rescue their fellow human brothers and sisters. A few who went to rescue people further away suffered such burns on their skin that they doubted whether they could still participate in the Red Dust Trial.
But compared to what happened just now, those were all trivial matters and no one even considered them.
Many mortals also followed behind and saluted, not only to Huo Xuexiang, but also to the other cultivators. Tonight was an unexpected disaster for them, and they almost lost their lives here.
Huo Xuexiang nodded. He was still distracted to protect the Grand Elder. He looked at his disciple and saw that he didn't know where he was. He had to turn back and said, "There is one more."
Immediately, the black-clad puppet returned to its normal state.
Bai Lu appeared from behind a step later, "My master is gone?"
Ding Douhua was almost frightened by him, "Brother, why did you suddenly appear?"
"What are you talking about? I've been following you all the time." Bai Lu looked at her strangely, as if she didn't understand why her junior sister's six senses had become so dull, and then she brushed off the ashes on her body.
Ding Douhua scratched her head. Maybe everyone was paying attention to breaking the formation just now, so she didn't notice it. It was so chaotic before, and everyone was scattered to help. Senior brother's shield talismans were everywhere. He must have worked hard.
"What does the other one mean?" Ning Yanhu was still confused. He didn't know what his uncle meant by the words he left behind.
Gu Yuan, a descendant of the Gu family, suddenly said, "Yes, there is another one."
"Ah?" Ning Yanhu looked at him, wondering what he was talking about. "I really don't understand."
Gu Yuan pointed to the distance and said simply, "There are three formation points. Your uncle broke two of them. The other one was broken by another person. It was the Immortal Sea Water just now."
Ning Yanhu only saw the sea water, but he didn't know that it was also used to break the formation. As a formation cultivator, he paid more attention. Sword Master might have noticed it and pointed out that it was not just him who broke the formation.
"Are there any more masters?" Everyone started to discuss in a low voice. Today was really lively. An ancient demon had descended, the Sword Master had his spirit distracted, and there was actually a third person who could break the formation.
Using the pile of bones as the center, everyone found the true body of the demon cultivator No. 6. Besides him, there was also the manager Zhu from Wanxiangfang lying on the ground, but he had fainted.
Ning Yanhu quickly arranged for everyone to work together. Some people rescued the wounded on the ground, but she found that Manager Zhu did not have any serious injuries. Others captured the demon cultivators who actually had no combat effectiveness.
The demon cultivator No. 6 Xu has also revealed his true form as a feathered creature. Without the flames covering him, he can be more easily identified as a carrier gull.
"It's Posa'er!" said Luoluo Bird. Posa'er is another name for the gull. His expression was very complicated. It was rare for this fellow tribesman to be able to cultivate to such a level, but it was a pity that he took a wrong step.
This made everyone understand. No wonder Posuoer used fire magic, but before in Wanxiangfang, she could also use water magic. After all, she is a water bird. Using fire is work, playing with water is life.
Manager Zhu slowly woke up, took a breath, and looked around in panic, "I, I'm not dead?"
"The formation has been broken, and the culprit is there." Ning Yanhu asked him to relax.
Manager Zhu looked at the dying Po Su'er with lingering fear, and said angrily: "I fainted, and I seemed to see a Taoist friend appear. Is it my illusion? The Taoist friend was controlling, controlling..."
"He was riding a broom, hiding his face." The silent Posa suddenly squeezed out a word. With every word he spoke, his body broke more and more. "This person was also in the formation just now, so he must not have gone far."
Po Suoer struggled to crawl on the ground, his words were already unclear, and it was obvious that the last bit of unwillingness was supporting him. He asked with lifeless eyes: "Who is it? Is it you?"
He looked at the descendant of the Gu family. Gu Yuan was frightened by his dying struggle. He thought he had lost miserably. "No, no!"
Posuoer looked towards Xuanshan and said to Bailu: "Is it you——"
"How is that possible? I've just established my foundation!" Bai Lu dodged, as if she was frightened by Posaer.
He is really crazy and even grabbed the foundation-building monks to scare them.
Gu Yuan could not help but stand in front of them and said with a straight face: "At this point, what's the point of thinking about these things? Since that senior doesn't want to show up, you can just die with resentment."
Posuoer: “…”
The vital energy also disappeared from Posa'er's eyes, and she could no longer see anything.
A gust of wind blew, and Posa suddenly thought of something. In fact, in Wanxiang Square, only Bai Lu wanted to compete with him for the witch clan relics, and was able to see through his water illusion...
But, how could someone at the Foundation Establishment Stage possibly mobilize the water from the Liuxian Sea?
At that moment, all his questions seemed to have been answered, but as the last bit of energy in his mouth was exhaled, he could no longer think.
Posaer's body turned into pieces of flying ashes, and her spiritual energy dissipated and returned to nature, nourishing the heaven and earth.
A group of cultivators looked at the scene before them and sighed.
Gu Yuan sighed, but couldn't help being curious, and said, "What is the origin of that cultivator who attacked secretly? We don't even know his realm."
"By the way, the magical tool he uses to fly is a broom. Has anyone heard of it?"
Everyone thought of the only clue provided by Posuoer and asked each other, but no one had ever heard of it. Who uses a broom as a magic tool? It's really magical.
Bai Lu stood nearby as if nothing had happened, and was not afraid that they would guess the truth about him. After all, he was borrowing the water from Liuxian Gorge, which far exceeded his strength.
Bai Lu even pulled Ning Yanhu, and the senior sister immediately understood.
"Manager Zhu, if there are any similar secret scrolls, please keep an eye out for them, tell me, and pass the message to Xuanshan." Ning Yanhu found Manager Zhu and gave him instructions.
Manager Zhu readily agreed and said with emotion: "Speaking of which, if it weren't for Posa'er, I wouldn't have known that the silk book came from the Wu Clan. The Wu Clan has been in seclusion for a long time, and no one knows where they are. But it's no wonder, the ancient Wu King was once the hegemon. Today, not only did we see the figure of the ancient demon, but we also got the magic of the Wu Clan."
Bai Lu was listening nearby. Today he already knew that those silk books belonged to the witch clan. Moreover, when he saw Posa holding the silk book, the method of summoning the ancient demon seemed to be what was recorded in the silk book.
Unfortunately, Manager Zhu said that no one knows the whereabouts of the Witch Clan now... Forget it, at least there is some direction to work towards, so Bai Lu cheered up.
"That's right. Everyone has worked hard today, and we still need to find a place to heal our wounds." After Ning Yanhu said this, Manager Zhu and some other monks bowed to them again.
The roof of Wanxiangfang was completely ripped off by Posaer. Fortunately, the eldest senior sister brought the house with her and used magic to expand it so that everyone could rest and heal their wounds.
Ning Yanhu checked them one by one, walked out and said regretfully to a senior uncle who was with the team: "It seems that at least five or six junior brothers and sisters have to return to Xuanshan early. They definitely can't participate in the Red Dust Trial with such injuries. The yang fire is fierce and they can't recover in time."
Because of their higher cultivation, they have to bear more and get hurt. For example, the low-level disciples who were protecting them on the spot are fine when they gather together. Now the number of people who can qualify for the Red Dust Test of the Xuanshan team will be greatly reduced.
The uncle who accompanied the team also said: "Well, I will take them back to Xuanshan to heal their wounds. This time, we will have to leave them with regrets."
The two were silent. It seemed that this year was not a good year for the Xuanshan competition.
"But..." Uncle Shi suddenly said, "How does the Red Dust Test compare to the Red Dust Refining Heart?"
Ning Yanhu's brows relaxed when he heard this, and he smiled at his uncle.
Yes, misfortunes often bring blessings, and such encounters may be more difficult to encounter than the trials of life in the mortal world. Fighting to save the world and protect life is also of great benefit to one's state of mind.
"You continue to lead the team to Huanhuazhou."
Ning Yanhu nodded.
She also had some minor injuries and found a place to heal.
"Senior Sister, you talked about the Witch Clan before. Where did the Witch Clan hide to? Why didn't they show up?" Bai Lu came over quietly and sat next to Ning Yanhu to inquire.
"Hmm? This is all old news. Among the Five Emperors of Ancient Times, there was also a witch queen from the witch clan, who was once very popular. But the number of witch clans has always been small. Their practice emphasizes connecting heaven and earth. According to legend, they all wear terrifying masks, can wander between the netherworld, and can also summon the dead and seize people's souls.
"The Wu Clan has long lived in seclusion in a corner. It is said that they live in Lingshan, but the location of Lingshan is so vague and unpredictable that few people know it. Many years ago, there were rumors that the Wu Clan traveled around the world, but later, there were more and more other races, and the Wu Clan's skills were strange. I haven't seen them for many years. Even if they are, they are probably hiding their identities."
Because the Wu Clan had indeed been in seclusion for a long time, Ning Yanhu only knew the little that everyone knew, and said seriously: "By the way, I found the silk book for my uncle. If it is also the Wu Clan's skills, then you must be careful when studying it. It is not like the alchemy cauldron and talismans. Alas, I still don't know which fellow disciple got it outside, or if it was collected by the predecessors and thrown away casually. If it is not the Wu Clan, it is easy to go astray like Posaer."
There were also many people in Xuanshan who liked to study rare skills and collect ancient stuff, but Ning Yanhu just thought they were from within the sect.
"I know. My master told me that it only records some ancient celestial laws and belongs to ancient astrology. It does not contain any magic like that of Posaur." Bai Lu explained. This is true. He didn't even know that it came from the Witch Clan before.
"That's good. You should get some rest too." Ning Yanhu took a look and saw that the ends of Bai Lu's hair seemed a little burnt. It seemed that she was very busy tonight.
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Although they said they were resting, in fact, only Bai Lu was sleeping. The others had already established their foundations, so they didn't need that much rest time. Before the time suitable for going out to sea came, they wanted to discuss what happened today.
The next day, Bai Lu woke up on time, stretched, and saw a group of people surrounding her and looking at her.
"What are you doing?" Bai Lu crawled back two steps.
"Brother Bai, we're waiting for you to set off!" Ding Douhua squatted down and held her face in her hands, "Do you love to sleep so much?"
Not only does he love to sleep, he also loves to eat. But there is no need to say the last three words. All of them will be led astray by Senior Brother Bai. Who doesn't like to eat?
"Sleeping is a pursuit, you don't understand." Bai Lu held the hair tie in her mouth and gathered her hair together. When she saw that the ends of her hair were a little burnt, she looked for a knife and trimmed them.
"Are you up? Uncle Master has taken the wounded back to Xuanshan," Ning Yanhu poked his head in to see, "You should also pack up quickly. I invited some monks who lost their sea-crossing instruments last night to ride with me. We will set off soon."
Oh, there are guests coming. Bai Lu combed his hair neatly. If he wasn't in front of his master, he wouldn't let his hair down so casually.
When I went out, I saw that everyone was still gathered outside, watching something - the Luo Luo bird was digging a hole.
"He wouldn't have been digging since last night, right?" Bai Lu asked in surprise, "Is he going to build a house?"
Liang Mangu: "... dig a grave. Brother Luoluo wants to bury the skeleton of the ancient monster."
Oh, oversize brother.
Bai Lu looked at the huge pit and thought that it was just like this when laying the foundation for building a house. But it would make sense if it was used to bury Oversize.
"It's been a long time digging. After all, it's a big pit..." Meng Caiqing also came over and said that Bai Lu went to bed the earliest last night and didn't know that Senior Brother Luo Luo had been busy.
The skeleton of the ancient monster was dug out from somewhere by Posaer. After refining it for a long time, she activated the power inside and used witch magic. In the end, it could be said that there was nothing left of it that was of any value except some particularly large bones.
Luo Luo silently dug a huge pit, put the remains of the ancient monster in it, and after burying it, he erected a monument and bowed to it: "I was born thousands of years late, and I was not able to see the heroic figure of the senior. I hope you can rest in peace."
The other cultivators did not intervene, leaving Luo Luo to complete the task alone, and then they all stepped forward and offered a handful of incense. "A ray of innate yang fire allows us to glimpse the ancient appearance, shocking!"
Last night, Bai Lu used the opponent's force to counter attack, and Posaur also borrowed the body of the ancient demon to exert such tremendous power.
Bai Lu seemed to be thinking about something, and they all observed a moment of silence.
Even though we are of different races, we all share the same reverence for one another.
After the memorial service, Luo Luo turned back into his original form and carried the golden house across Liuxian Gorge according to the time.
Due to the special characteristics of Liuxian Gorge, Luo Luo flew very low, almost close to the water surface, and did not dare to fly too fast.
Bai Lu was also sitting outside the house, looking at the vaguely visible land of Huanhuazhou in the distance. There were also high cliffs on the seashore, and there seemed to be words carved on them, but they were not clear at the moment.
Bai Lu was thinking about it when someone called him from behind: "Bai Lu."
Although the voice belonged to the wooden puppet, Bai Lu recognized it immediately and turned around and said happily, "Master!"
The monks who were riding on the wind bird were originally chatting or regulating their breathing, but when they heard Bai Lu's voice, all their attention was drawn to him. Is the Sword Master here again?
Although Huo Xuexiang was busy, he still took some time to look at his disciple. Seeing that only some of his hair was cut off and there were no signs of burns on his body, he still asked, "Are you okay yesterday?"
"It's okay, I took a nap." Bai Lu quickly introduced what happened last night. "Oh, by the way, about yesterday's incident, Senior Sister said that the demon cultivator's life span was about to end, so he was desperate and used the ancient witch clan's secret method to absorb everyone's spiritual power."
A thought flashed through his mind, and he wondered if his master knew any clues about the Witch Clan.
Huo Xuexiang only turned back to explain what had happened before after the formation had been broken. After listening, he nodded to show that he understood.
The monks watching at the scene had mixed feelings...
Yesterday, Huo Xuexiang came up to help his apprentice with work, and left after he was done. He didn't even know the whole story. No one has ever said that Juntian Sword Master is this type!
Bai Lu was very unhappy that there were so many people around him, and he wanted to find an opportunity to talk to his master alone.
Because of the battle in Liuxian Gorge, he had a deeper understanding of elements and spiritual power and felt more secure. He also got clues about the witch clan and was considering whether to reveal some of his own affairs to his master.
But this kind of thing must not be eavesdropped by strangers!
Huo Xuexiang exhaled lightly, touched Bai Lu's elbow, led him to the front, and said seriously: "Okay, I only have a moment to spare, now I will teach you something."
Everyone's ears couldn't help but prick up. The cultivators' six senses were already sensitive, and the Sword Master seemed to ignore them and didn't avoid them at all. Was he going to teach his disciples in this way?
Could it be that the Sword Master felt that we were destined to be with him? Is he going to teach us a lesson?
The legendary opportunity is finally coming to me! I wonder how many people think so.
The flying Luo Luo Bird also turned its eyes to the sky and listened with bated breath. If it could hear a few words of instruction from the Sword Master, it could brag about it when it went out.
"Look there." Huo Xuexiang gestured to Bai Lu to look at the words engraved on the cliff of Huanhua Island opposite. The current distance was enough to clearly see the eight large characters engraved on it.
"The spirit of the sea is calming down, and no one who crosses it will return." The Sword Master chanted softly.
Next, we must talk about the origin of Liuxian Gorge.
This is the place where earthly immortals attain enlightenment.
Everyone around held their breath, afraid of missing a word.
"Remember this," Huo Xuexiang said seriously, "This is an uncommon word, pronounced yun, which means falling."
Bai Lu was still annoyed about why these people kept staring at them, and said listlessly: "I remember."
Everyone: “…………???”
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