Chapter 375: Annihilation, the power of spiritual weapon!
roar!
The Lihuo Ding, which had been brewing for a long time and absorbed a large amount of spiritual energy, was driven by Lu Qing.
It let out a dragon roar, carrying with it a terrifying might, and at an extremely fast speed, it smashed towards the mountain where the red-faced old monk and others were.
"not good!"
Feeling the terrifying, mountain-like power coming from above his head, the red-faced old monk's expression changed drastically, and his pupils shrank to the size of a pinhole in an instant.
But it was too late for him to warn other disciples, so he could only frantically pour his spiritual power into the formation flag in his hand.
Along with the activation of a large amount of spiritual power, the formation light on the mountain where the red-faced old monk was located shone brightly, and a formation light curtain rose up, covering the entire mountain.
After doing all this, the red-faced old monk still didn't feel the slightest sense of security.
A golden light burst out from his body and turned into a light shield, wrapping him inside.
It’s a long story, but in reality everything happened in a flash.
From Lu Qing activating the Lihuo Cauldron to smash it down, to the red-faced old monk activating the formation, it all happened in the blink of an eye.
When the light curtain of the formation just lit up, the Lihuo Ding had already smashed on it.
The power of the spiritual weapon was so terrifying that even with Lu Qing's current cultivation level, he was not able to unleash one percent of the power of the Lihuo Ding, but this long-awaited shocking blow was still not something that could be stopped by the hastily set up formation of Xuankong Mountain.
So the red-faced old monk activated the defensive light curtain of the formation, but it had just lit up for less than a breath before it was smashed to pieces like an eggshell by the Lihuo Cauldron that fell from the sky.
Then, under the horrified gazes of many disciples of Xuankong Mountain, he fiercely slammed into the peak of the mountain.
boom!
The Lihuo Ding, which was as big as a small mountain, smashed onto the peak of the mountain, and in an instant, the earth shook.
The extremely hard body of the tripod directly blasted a huge deep pit on the entire mountain.
The overwhelming force of the impact swept away everything, almost razing all the buildings and trees within a hundred feet radius to the ground.
What was even more terrifying was that the spiritual fire that spurted out from the Lihuo Cauldron spread out and turned the entire mountain into a sea of fire.
"ah!"
"No! Grand Elder, save me!"
"What kind of fire is this? Why can't it be put out?"
…
The power of Lihuo Ding's shocking attack was truly too great.
Those disciples of Xuankong Mountain did not escape very far in the first place. Some of the slower disciples were so shocked by the terrifying impact force when the Lihuo Cauldron hit the mountain that their internal organs were crushed and they died.
The disciples who were lucky enough to escape faster and not be shocked to death could not escape the flames that fell from the sky behind them.
The flames spewed out from the Lihuo Ding are spiritual fires. Not only can they burn the body, they can also burn the soul.
As long as it sticks to a little bit, it is almost impossible to extinguish it before the target is burned out, unless you have special skills or magic weapon to protect you.
The most powerful of those disciples of Xuankong Mountain are only at the Xiantian realm and Qi refining realm. How can they withstand the burning of this spiritual weapon fire?
No matter how he protected his body with Qi and spiritual energy, or even rolled on the ground, he could not extinguish the spiritual fire in his body at all.
For a moment, the entire mountain was filled with the screams of the disciples of Xuankong Mountain and despair.
Looking at the scene below that was like hell on earth, Lu Qing in the sky did not change his expression at all.
From the time at the Holy Mountain, when the bald monk from the Hanging Mountain wanted to forcibly convert the master, to later on when he sent assassins from the Wujian Tower to assassinate him.
Between him and Xuankong Mountain, it is destined that either you die or I die, and only one can survive.
Since they are enemies, there is no reason to be soft-hearted.
Looking indifferently at the disciples struggling and screaming in the sea of fire below, Lu Qing waved his hand, and a huge cauldron burning with flames slowly rose from the deep pit on the mountain.
While shrinking, it moved closer to him.
When it came in front of him, it had become the size of a thumb and fell into Lu Qing's hand.
"Young Master, I can't help you from now on. You have to be careful."
"Yan" a somewhat weak voice sounded in Lu Qing's mind at this time.
"Don't worry, senior. Just rest in peace."
Lu Qing nodded seriously and put away the Lihuo Ding.
He could feel the weakness of "Yan".
This is the preciousness of spiritual weapons.
Because of the existence of the spirit of the weapon, it can exert powerful power without the control of the owner.
In fact, with Lu Qing's current level of cultivation, if it were not for the existence of "Flame", it would be impossible for him to unleash such power from the Lihuo Cauldron.
That massive amount of spiritual power alone could drain him dry in an instant.
However, the attack just now had already consumed all the spiritual energy that had been accumulated in the Lihuo Ding for a long time.
Without a period of recuperation, it would be difficult to recover.
"Um?"
Just after putting away the Lihuo Ding, Lu Qing's expression changed and he looked down.
Then he saw a figure slowly crawling out of the deep pit created by the Lihuo Ding. It was the red-faced old monk.
However, the red-faced old monk at this time no longer had his previous composure, and looked extremely miserable.
The clothes on his body were tattered, and half of his body had been completely devoid of flesh and blood, leaving only a charred skeleton.
Faintly, you can see the beating internal organs inside, which looks extremely terrifying.
If it weren't for the layer of golden light protecting his internal organs, he would probably have died.
However, the red-faced old monk didn't care about his injuries at all at this time.
He didn't even care about the disciples around him whose screams were gradually fading away. He just looked at Lu Qing in the sky with great fear.
That shocking blow just now was truly too terrifying.
If he had not used his body skills at the most critical moment, taking advantage of the half breath of time blocked by the light curtain of the formation, he would have avoided being hit directly by the Lihuo Ding.
I'm afraid he has been torn to pieces and even his body cannot be found.
"Lihuo Ding! The Lihuo Sect's spiritual weapon, the Lihuo Ding, is actually in your hands. Are you the heir of the Lihuo Sect?"
The red-faced old monk spoke in a hoarse voice, his tone full of disbelief.
Seeing the appearance and power of the giant tripod that Lu Qing had just sacrificed, he finally recalled some records in the ancient books in the temple.
"Old bald donkey, I didn't expect you to be capable enough to withstand the blow from my Li Huo Ding."
Lu Qing looked at the golden light protecting the internal organs of the red-faced old monk and realized that the other party must be carrying a treasure.
Otherwise, even if he was not hit directly by the Lihuo Ding, he should not have survived the terrifying power just now.
He secretly sighed in his heart, he was indeed a powerful cultivator who had completed the foundation building stage.
This life-saving method is indeed amazing.
"It really is the Lihuo Ding!"
After hearing Lu Qing's words, the red-faced old monk knew that he had guessed right, and he felt even more unbelievable.
Because according to the ancient records in the temple, the ancient immortal sect Lihuo Sect had been destroyed before the last era of immortal cultivation came to an end.
The sect's spiritual weapon, the Lihuo Ding, also disappeared.
Now, after tens of thousands of years, when the spiritual weapon was revived, the Lihuo Ding actually reappeared in the world.
And it is in the hands of a powerful and mysterious person with profound cultivation.
Could it be that the destruction of the ancient immortal sect Lihuo Sect was just an illusion, and in fact it was just like their four secret places, lurking in a certain secret realm, and had survived this long period of spiritual energy depletion, and was now about to come out.
But why did the Lihuo Sect want to make things difficult for Xuankong Mountain? Even in the ancient times of cultivating immortals, there should have been no major hatred between the two sects.
For a moment, many speculations and thoughts emerged in the mind of the red-faced old monk.
But the next moment, a strong sense of danger arose in his heart.
Without thinking, the red-faced old monk suddenly moved sideways, trying to dodge to the side.
Just as he moved, a sharp blade energy almost brushed past his body and slashed the ground, leaving a deep cut where he had just stood.
But before he could even catch his breath, a cloud of sword energy came down from the sky, interweaving with each other and slashing towards the red-faced old monk.
"He just activated his spiritual weapon, how come he still has such abundant spiritual power!"
Looking at the sword energy all over the sky, a trace of despair appeared on the red-faced old monk's face.
He had previously used all his strength to resist the power emitted by the Lihuo Ding.
Now, not only was he seriously injured and his protective magic weapon was damaged, but he also had little spiritual power left. He had no strength left to withstand Lu Qing's violent sword attack.
At the same time, he couldn't understand it in his heart.
Why could Lu Qing launch such an attack as if nothing had happened after activating the spiritual weapon Lihuo Ding? This was totally against common sense.
The red-faced old monk was about to be cut into pieces by Lu Qing's sword.
At this moment, a stream of light flew from afar at an extremely fast speed. It arrived before Lu Qing's sword energy and turned into a translucent golden bell, covering the red-faced old monk.
Ding! Ding! Ding...
Lu Qing's sword energy slashed on the golden bell, but it couldn't break the defense.
Although the golden bell was shaking, he was unable to break through its defense and kill the red-faced old monk inside.
"Elder Jin Zhong!"
Looking at the golden bell surrounding him, the red-faced old monk showed an expression of ecstasy.
"Um?"
Lu Qing also felt something and looked up at the distant sky.
Then he felt several powerful auras rushing towards him at a high speed from the depths of the mountains.
He suddenly realized that reinforcements from Xuankong Mountain had arrived.
There was no need to argue any further. The golden boat under his feet emitted light, and the whole person turned into a stream of light and flew out of the mountain.
Less than ten breaths after Lu Qing left, several figures emitting powerful auras also appeared in the air.
They were a few old monks wearing grey robes, similar to the red-faced old monk.
"Want to leave?!"
Several old monks first looked at the tragic scene below with great shock and anger, then looked in the direction where Lu Qing left and wanted to chase after him.
"Elder Jin Zhong, wait! We can't chase this guy!"
The red-faced old monk was horrified upon seeing this. He did not care about his own injuries and immediately mobilized his spiritual power and shouted loudly.
He was even too excited that his internal organs, which had been protected by the power of the magic weapon, broke apart and blood gushed out of his mouth.
Seeing such intense emotions, the old monks were puzzled, but they could only stop and land next to the red-faced old monk.
"Elder Chixin, what's wrong with you? Why don't you let us chase the evil demon?" asked an old monk.
"This evil demon has a mysterious origin and holds a magical weapon in his hand. If we chase him rashly, it's hard to say what will happen!"
The red-faced old monk said hurriedly.
"Spiritual weapon! How is this possible!"
Several old monks were shocked when they heard this.
“It is absolutely true. If you see the spiritual fire around, it is emitted by the spiritual weapon.
This fire is extremely powerful, and it can burn everything. If a living being is touched by it, it is simply difficult for cultivators who are not at the foundation building stage to resist it, and they can only be burned to death."
Several old monks looked at the flames burning around them and their expressions changed slightly.
With their eyesight, how could they not see the power of these spiritual fires?
An old monk even asked with an unpleasant expression: "This fire is so powerful, what about those disciples..."
According to their spiritual perception, there is no other life in the entire mountain except the red-faced old monk.
The red-faced old monk sighed, "They have all perished in the sea of fire. The evil demon came too suddenly. Before the disciples had time to disperse, he was burned to death with his spiritual weapon."
It turned out that in just a short period of time, those disciples of Xuankong Mountain who were contaminated by the spiritual fire could no longer endure and were burned to death.
"All of them died?"
The eyes of several old monks suddenly widened, and they were extremely sad.
You know, the disciples they sent out this time accounted for almost half of the elite disciples in the temple. How could they all disappear in an instant?
"Evil demon, I will not be a human being if I don't take revenge!"
An old monk gnashed his teeth and swore a solemn oath immediately.
"Elder Chixin, you have fought with the evil demon. Do you know who he is? Why is he so vicious and cruel to harm my disciples of Xuankong Mountain in such a cruel way?" asked another old monk.
"I couldn't recognize his identity either, but I could recognize the spiritual weapon he used. It was the lost spiritual weapon of the Lihuo Sect in the ancient times of cultivating immortals, the Lihuo Cauldron!"
…
Just as the red-faced old monk was telling other old monks about his guess.
Above the sky outside Lingshan Mountain Range.
A faint breath is hidden in a white cloud.
"Who is that mysterious ghost-faced man? How could he control a spiritual weapon?"
Taoist Yangming looked at the direction of Lingshan, where the raging fire was still burning, with an expression of great shock in his eyes.
Previously, he followed the direction of the golden light and came to the outside of Lingshan Mountain Range.
Then he saw a scene that shocked him immensely.
I saw the mysterious ghost-faced man hovering high in the sky, controlling a giant tripod and smashing it towards the tallest mountain below with boundless power.
The many disciples of Xuankong Mountain had no power to resist under this shocking blow. They were easily killed like ants and moths.
Even the majestic mountain, which was one of the symbols of the ancient Hanging Mountain, had a big hole blasted out of it and was burned beyond recognition by the raging fire.
After feeling the power emanating from the giant tripod, Taoist Yangming, who came from a secret place, knew very well that it was a genuine spiritual weapon!
Xuankong Mountain actually provoked a terrifying and powerful man who possessed a spiritual weapon!
After realizing this, Taoist Yangming was both shocked and excited.
What shocked people was the appearance of the spiritual weapon.
What made me excited was seeing that my mortal enemy had provoked such a powerful foe, and that my future days would surely be difficult.
At the same time, he became more curious about the identity of the mysterious man with a ghost face.
That is a spiritual weapon. Even in their Qingyang Temple, there is only one. And because it is used to suppress the secret realm, it cannot be brought out.
What is the origin of that mysterious man with a ghost face, and how could he control a complete spiritual weapon!
(End of this chapter)
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