Two red devilish auras that were traveling through the mineral veins ignited a raging devilish fire the moment they came into contact with the lightning. They transformed into two loach-like figures with small horns on their heads.
It turned out that two red loaches had achieved enlightenment! "The madman from Wanxiang Mountain!"
The moment the lightning flashed, a large amount of demonic energy was split into nothingness, causing the two red loaches to run around in panic. However, the spiritual restrictions of the mineral vein were as dense as a spider web, and there was lightning everywhere, so there was no way to hide.
He was willing to burn his blood and essence to activate the spiritual ban and make himself lose his soul. Only the madman in Wanxiang Mountain could do such a thing.
Looking at the figure whose body was pierced by the spiritual restriction and whose face was distorted because of the spiritual restriction entering the body, the two red loaches showed a chill in their eyes.
"withdraw!"
"Stay here, you little devil!"
A shrill voice sounded, and the figure that had merged with the spiritual ban clapped his hands. Thunder overflowed from between his fingers, burning the flesh and blood until it was charred black.
In an instant, thunder formed two balls in the mine, covering the two red loaches.
Within the lightning, two red loaches screamed in pain, blood and energy exploded from their bodies, and their bodies repeatedly hit the location of the mine, shattering large pieces of earth and rocks, and creating a collapsed area stretching for more than ten miles.
After killing two magic loaches with one blow, Lin Huayuan's body had turned into a bloody man, and most of his body had merged with the spiritual ban.
"Junior Brother Lin!"
Several beams of light shot out from the mineral vein, but were blocked hundreds of feet away by the lightning set up by the bloody man.
"The Demon Sect monks have infiltrated the mines. The situation is unclear, so let me, Junior Brother, scout out the way!"
After he finished speaking, bolts of lightning spiritual ban gushed out from the mine like a piece of silk, each of which was attached with a dazzling arc of electricity. They dragged Lin Huayuan's remaining body out of the mine and stood among the flames.
"The demon cub of the Xiandu Demon Sect, Lin Huayuan, a disciple of Wanxiang Mountain, is here!"
"It's nothing but that!"
"Kill the demon!"
With an angry roar, all kinds of thunder gathered together and rushed towards a flame in the distance.
"Junior Brother Lin!"
Amidst the thunder, shouts were heard in the mine, but the shouts were quickly drowned out by the surging thunder.
In an instant, a wisp of demonic fire exploded in the land of fire, and a demon shadow covered with black hair emerged from the flames. He lightly slapped out his palm, and the dragon-like lightning arc was easily torn apart under his palm.
After breaking the electric arc, the power of the black-haired palm did not decrease much. Countless black hairs shot out from the palm like sharp blades and pressed down on Lin Huayuan's body.
Boom!
Lin Huayuan, who had merged with the spiritual restriction in the mineral vein, was thrown down like a rag by this palm. The lightning spiritual restriction surrounding his body shattered with a crackling sound and turned into billions of electric arcs that scattered.
Lin Huayuan was beaten so hard that blood was gushing out of his body, and he fell into the mineral vein.
"You are just an ant in the early stage of refining emptiness. You actually ruined my hiding place. You really deserve to die!"
Boom! At this moment, a deafening roar sounded from all directions of the Queshan Mine, and wisps of demonic energy rushed into the sky, covering the flames gushing out of the Fire Spirit Vein deep in the mine.
A magic flag appeared in the hand of the figure who had just slapped out the black palm. The flag fluttered and gathered a monstrous demonic energy. Demonic shadows emerged from the demonic energy, spreading across the sky and turning into a demon army.
“Hehe…”
“Gugu…”
In the demonic energy, strange cries were heard like ghosts, so much so that the disciples of Wanxiang Mountain in the mine were shocked, and two of them were so weak that they vomited blood.
The devil flag was fluttering, and the devil energy was surging. When these energies gathered together, even the strongest Qin Xingchen felt a palpitation as if he was trapped in a vortex.
Behind this demon, there were more than ten demon shadows looming, each making strange noises.
"Soul Flag Old Demon!"
More than a dozen Wanxiangshan disciples were shocked when they saw this scene.
In the ranking of old demons in the Xiandu Demon Sect, this old demon Hunqi is among the top five. If he is placed in Wanxiang Mountain, he would be among the inner mountain elders or true disciples.
The soul flag that this demon refined was the product of blood sacrifices of more than hundreds of millions of lives, including the demon souls of cultivators in the Void Refinement Realm.
The Queshan mine is not a spiritual crystal mine, but a sixth-level red fire mine. It mainly produces minerals with the properties of fire, gold, and earth. The last time the seventh-level divine gold appeared was tens of thousands of years ago.
Therefore, this mineral vein is not something that cannot be abandoned, so the strongest demon cultivators who came to spy on it in the past were only in the middle stage of the Void Refinement Realm.
Otherwise, Qin Xingchen would not have accepted the order and come here to take charge.
At this moment, an old demon at the level of an inner mountain elder of the Demon Sect appeared here. This was really weird.
Qin Xingchen first ordered a senior brother to investigate Lin Huayuan, and then he flew into the air and stood in the front. The ochre-yellow light around him intertwined and blocked the large amount of demonic energy outside his body.
The Xiandu Demon Sect even sent out the old demon Soul Flag, so today is likely to be a bloody battle.
If Junior Brother Lin had not fought to the death and lured out this hidden old demon, they would have been killed here by this demon.
"Brother, the mine has been sealed off, so the news can't get out."
At this time, the inner sect disciple Li Yanchong suddenly exclaimed. After noticing the appearance of the Soul Flag Demon, he immediately took out the communication jade talisman, but no message could be transmitted.
He was unconvinced and muttered something to himself. A bird-like shadow emerged with the help of a spell and turned into a stream of light and rushed out of the vein.
But just as it flew to the edge of the mine, it was crushed by a demonic shadow falling from the sky.
Qin Xingchen's expression changed when he heard the voice, but he returned to normal immediately.
The appearance of the old demon Soul Flag means that there must have been an accident, and the Duxianmo Sect must have a conspiracy.
"My luck is really bad. I have only trapped a few small fish like you."
The old demon of the soul flag showed a sinister smile, "It's barely okay. After all, the quality of the refining disciples of Wanxiang Mountain is much better than the loose cultivators outside. You can enter my soul flag as a soul first, and leaving three or two alive will be enough."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Soul Flag instantly turned into a black shadow, rolled up a surging demonic energy and crashed into Qin Xingchen.
The powerful might made Qin Xingchen groan, but he did not retreat. The blood in his body surged and he suddenly became more than ten feet in size, with a dark yellow spiral-patterned long stick in his hand.
He held the magic staff in both hands and smashed it hard at the incoming evil spirit.
The several-meter-long stick transformed into a shadow a hundred meters in size in the air, colliding with the demonic energy in the sky.
In an instant, the void roared and shook.
A large amount of demonic energy was blown up, and the gravity rules derived from the dark yellow long stick crushed the demon shadows derived from the demonic energy one by one, causing them to explode and die.
"The Soul Flag Demon has gained a reputation in vain!"
In an instant, Qin Xingchen, who had dispersed the attack of the Soul Flag Demon, swept his hands over the long stick in his hand, and saw the spiral patterns on the stick come alive.
Waves of gravity swept in all directions, creating countless ochre-colored snakes that blasted the monstrous demonic energy into pieces.
In an instant, the rolled-up gravity phantom gave rise to thousands of mountains and ridges, which suddenly pressed down towards the Soul Flag Demon.
But the old demon Soul Flag reacted quickly. With a slight roll of the magic flag, he tore apart the shadows of the mountains falling from the sky, and the magic shadows surged out like a raging tide.
Qin Xingchen's demonic energy exploded and smashed into the mineral vein.
"If you practice for another thousand years, you may be able to fight me. You are not qualified enough now!"
The old demon Soul Flag laughed and mobilized his demonic energy, heading towards Qin Xingchen.
"Brother."
"Brother Qin!"
Seeing that Senior Brother Qin, who had the strongest fighting power, was defeated by the old demon, the other Wanxiangshan disciples present were extremely anxious.
"I'm fine."
In the deep pit of the mine, Qin Xingchen, who was several feet tall, looked a little pale. The blazing blood in his body kept destroying the demonic energy, but the demonic energy seemed endless and kept emerging from his body.
These evil spirits ran rampant in the flesh and blood, constantly destroying the vitality in the flesh and blood.
Although the old demon Soul Flag had only reached the great perfection of the Void Refining Realm a few hundred years ago, Qin Xingchen still found it difficult to resist. If it were someone else, he would have been directly demonized by this attack.
"Become the demon soul of this demon!"
The old demon with the Soul Flag grinned fiercely, and gently pointed his big hand downwards. The fluttering demon flag surged up, and more than ten demon souls in the Void Refinement Realm rushed towards Qin Xingchen with a roar.
"Boom!"
A series of dark yellow armor shields emerged, blocking the demon soul that was rushing down for a while, but they knocked Qin Xingchen out again, aggravating his injuries again.
Seeing this scene, the other disciples who were fighting against the evil cultivators present couldn't help but felt even more desperate.
Why would the old demon who had reached the great perfection of Lianxu attack an inconspicuous mineral vein and even seal it off tightly on purpose?
What exactly is the Demon Sect's conspiracy?
"Boom!"
Qin Xingchen was defeated step by step, but a layer of blood-colored bubbles appeared on his body. His aura suddenly increased, and he completely annihilated the evil energy flowing in his body.
At this moment, the blazing blood ignited into balls of fire, and the boiling blood made gurgling sounds.
The thousands of mountains and valleys that had dispersed before emerged again. This time, the mountains were like towering peaks, and the ravines were like abysses, which once again pressed the old demon Soul Flag in.
"My fellow disciples, I will take this opportunity to break the seal. If any of you can leave, then leave first."
"The old demon Soul Flag appeared in the Queshan Mine. The Xiandu Demon Sect must have some conspiracy. Inform the elders of the sudden change so that they can prepare early."
The next moment, Qin Xingchen's voice exploded in the minds of the other fellow disciples.
"Brother Qin, please go!"
"Yes, we are not as strong as you in this vast sea of stars. If the demons have any conspiracy, they must have a backup plan. Only you, the strongest one, can break out and kill them."
"Open a path for Brother!"
Above the Queshan Mine, the Wanxiangshan disciples who were fighting against the Demon Sect's Lianxu cultivators had fire and blood burning on their bodies, creating a scene of a surging sea of blood.
"You guys are crazy!"
An old demon subconsciously dodged.
Burning one's own blood essence can gain stronger combat power, and burning one's own soul will eliminate even the chance of reincarnation.
The boiling blood in a person's body is a true expression of his nature, but when faced with a group of people who are ready to fight for their lives, even demon cultivators are afraid of this kind of thing.
More than a dozen disciples from Wanxiang Mountain turned into a shroud of blood and fire, and instantly suppressed the monstrous demonic energy.
The combat power of a group of disciples increased suddenly, and more than half of them entered the middle stage of Refining Void, and Qin Xingchen even reached the peak of the late stage of Refining Void.
"kill!"
Many of the dozen or so disciples had comprehended the rules of gravity. Under the reflection of blood and fire, gravity formed a scene like a domain, which suppressed the demon cultivator and made him run around with his head in his hands!
"Brother Qin, let us get you out!"
A cultivator who was like a blood-red torch saw the power of the demon cultivators collapse and immediately rushed to the front.
"Thunder gathers!"
The cultivator raised his hands, and dazzling ochre-colored thunder emerged. A sharp explosion sounded, and a fist-sized thunder vortex took shape.
Astonishing pressure was released from the thunder vortex, erupting with rolling earth-moving divine thunder.
After the lightning flashed, the fire energy around was attracted and kept flying into the thunder vortex, making the sound of thunder louder and louder. Thick arcs of electricity were derived and blasted into the air like thunder from the sky.
Boom! In an instant, countless lightning bolts struck the void.
With a sound of "crack", the void that seemed slightly distorted in the flames was blasted with fine cracks by countless lightning arcs, and a phantom like a black cloak flashed by.
"Kill them!"
Seeing that the thunder failed to break the forbidden formation, the disciple who cast the thunder spell crashed straight into the seal.
"Run! The madman is going to blow himself up again!"
This scene frightened the surrounding demon cultivators, and they began to run around in panic.
"waste!"
The old demon Soul Flag cursed angrily, raised his hand and threw out a magic ball. The magic ball evolved in the air and instantly enveloped the Wanxiang Mountain disciple who was about to self-destruct, forming a closed space with a radius of one hundred miles.
Boom!
Inside the magic ball, blood and energy were boiling, and the blazing energy pierced countless holes in the magic ball. The energy shot out in all directions like a sharp sword, but it also suppressed the range of the self-destruction.
"The little lunatic from Wanxiang Mountain is still trying this trick."
The old demon Soul Flag laughed strangely. After fighting with Wanxiangshan for so many years, even if his Demon Sect was a pig, it had already learned to be smart.
This group of lunatics would always give me a final fight on my path of cultivation. Who wouldn't be afraid?
This doesn't have the dignity of a holy place at all; it's simply a combination of a lunatic and a madman.
"Die, old devil!"
"Send Brother Qin out!"
When the old demon Soul Flag was screaming, four figures rushed out with magical powers surging.
Retreat! The Soul Flag's strange cry suddenly stopped. Although the self-detonation of several cultivators in the early stage of the Void Refinement Realm could not stop him, he could not avoid being impacted. If he was seriously injured, it would not be good.
The big flag with billowing devil flames rolled up and took him to retreat quickly to the rear, not wanting to mess with anyone as he didn't care about his life.
The figure of the old demon Soul Flag flashed and retreated, and the remaining demons naturally did not dare to stay any longer, and fled in a panic towards the outside of the ban.
"Stop it!"
Qin Xingchen, surrounded by blood, rushed out and pulled back four fellow apprentices who were full of magical powers.
Then, the four Wanxiang Mountain monks, whose auras were surging and about to explode, gradually calmed down.
…
“So you’re an old hand. You can burn your own blood and essence and control it freely. But if you continue like this, it will have a big impact on you!”
In the dark, Shen Lian watched the whole fight which started off well but ended badly.
The disciples of Wanxiang Mountain really don't care about their lives. Can they do such a thing as burning their own essence and blood in a fit of rage? The disciples of Wanxiang Mountain did just that.
When a group of people go crazy together, even the evil cultivators get scared.
However, the aftereffects of burning one's own essence and blood are not so easy to make up for. All the cultivators, including Qin Xingchen, may seem fine, but they all suffer different losses.
This move was really cruel to himself and the effect was very good. It directly scared away a demon cultivator who had reached the great perfection of the refining void.
"Wanxiang Mountain has not produced any good disciples in all these years. Could it be that they ruined themselves?"
At this moment, Shen Lian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
No one can cure a madman when he goes crazy. He wants to seize the life mark in his soul and transform it into a clone. I hope he won't just self-destruct when the time comes.
The probability is as high as 98%.
In addition, a demon sect sent a demon leader who had reached the great perfection of the Refining Void Realm with more than ten demon cultivators of the Refining Void Realm to surround a not-so-important mineral vein. This was clearly a conspiracy.
Wanxiangshan is really old, so old that even some demon cultivators dare to touch him.
Just like the old demon king, other little demons in the tribe began to stir.
According to various information collected, the demon sect that is fighting to the death with Wanxiang Mountain is called Xiandu Demon Sect, and the sect leader is named Xiandu, but he has not revealed his true identity until now.
The ancestor of Hedao in Wanxiang Mountain is very old. Many forces have come here to smell the scent, but everyone is waiting and watching. Only the Xiandu Demon Sect is stubborn and has been fighting with Wanxiang Mountain for three to four thousand years.
At that time, he was still in the Yunxiao Realm preparing for his ascension.
Boom! The sky above the Queshan Mine was roaring again. It was Qin Xingchen and his disciples bombarding and sealing it. As the demonic energy surged in the sky, a magic treasure like a cloak could be seen hanging in the air, sealing off the Queshan Mine.
Combined with the previous retreat of the old demon who had reached the Great Perfection of Refining Void, although there was a possibility that he was scared away by the self-explosion of the disciples of Wanxiang Mountain, it can still be seen that the purpose of the demon cultivators was to besiege the mineral vein here.
Trapping them but not killing them means they are waiting for the monks from Wanxiang Mountain to come and rescue them.
"It's in decline from the inside out. No wonder clowns come to bully us."
After taking another look at Qin Xingchen who was leading his fellow disciples to bombard the siege formation, Shen Lian couldn't help but start thinking.
This guy would self-destruct at any time. Not only the demon cultivators were afraid of him, but he was also afraid of him.
I didn't realize enough about the degree of madness of the disciples of Wanxiang Mountain. This was wrong. I should have thought of it as early as when I met the warrior who dared to save people under the heavenly calamity.
Recklessness is just the appearance, madness is the core.
Between the soil and rocks of the ore vein, the force of space slowly expanded, forming a small corridor similar to a passage, leading directly to the deepest part of the ore vein.
This is a scorching cave, but there grows a kind of red magical grass, which looks full of vitality.
Lin Huayuan, the disciple who had previously mastered the formation, leaned against the rock wall of the deepest mineral vein.
After being slapped into the mine by the old demon, he was sent here by a disciple of Wanxiang Mountain.
In the steaming space, the void seemed slightly distorted, and red flames were wandering around Lin Huayuan's body.
At this moment, Lin Huayuan was not dead yet, but he was very angry.
Shen Lian's spiritual sense sensed this old body. The lifespan of a cultivator in the Void Refining Realm is 30,000 years. Although Lin Huayuan has not reached that age, he is also over 20,000 years old and looks very old.
The realm of the cultivator comes first. It is a bit outrageous that an inner disciple who is over 20,000 years old calls everyone he meets "senior brother".
"Or it could be him."
As his thoughts wandered, Shen Lian came up with an idea. In order to infiltrate Wanxiang Mountain, he selected nearly ten candidates for inner disciples.
For example, Qin Xingchen, who was in the middle stage of the Void Refinement Realm outside, came to the Queshan Mine following Qin Xingchen, wanting to see if he could find an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.
The good news is that the candidate is indeed reckless, and in this situation it is easy to be injured and create opportunities for him.
Bad news, you're being too reckless. If you die over a disagreement, it might just be a waste of your efforts.
Thoughts wandering in the cave lingered for a while and then drifted towards Lin Huayuan.
Although the candidates selected before have a higher probability of being seriously injured than the monks from other sects according to the customs of Wanxiang Mountain, there is no way to judge when they will become like Lin Huayuan.
Instead of waiting, why not try this one that comes to your door?
There is only one small realm difference between the early stage and the middle stage of refining emptiness, which is very easy to make up for.
As for talent, it is not a problem at all. The most important condition for Shen Lian to choose a clone is the five spiritual roots.
In another one or two hundred years, he will be able to directly equip his clone with the power of the three-turn five-element rule.
If Qin Xingchen really goes too far next time, the worst that can happen is that he will just have another clone.
…
The sea of divine thoughts.
Lin Huayuan's spiritual figure was covered with cracks, and his entire soul was on the brink of collapse. Strands of lightning arcs grew in the cracks of the figure.
The sea of divine consciousness was somewhat dry, and the spiritual light flickered like a candle flame, as if it would be extinguished in the next moment.
A spot of purple light like a star appeared in the dried-up sea of divine consciousness, and an old figure was revealed in the purple light.
In fact, Shen Lian’s favorite way to recruit Ji Wuxian is to start with an equal exchange of interests. I will inherit the family line for you. Anyway, you are about to die, so you might as well let me have it.
But seeing that the monks of Wanxiang Mountain were not afraid of life and death, he was a little confused.
Therefore, the phantom of the old man that emerged from the sea of divine consciousness at this moment looked like the Hedao ancestor of Wanxiang Mountain.
Although the Hedao ancestor of Wanxiang Mountain has not appeared for four thousand years, his appearance is still circulated outside.
Well, this can be considered a white lie.
It's all for Wanxiang Mountain. I believe that if Wanxiang Patriarch knew about it, he would understand him.
He was really afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, the remaining soul of this Junior Brother Lin would directly say, "Death, traitor."
The atmosphere in Wanxiang Mountain is not very good. After joining the sect, Patriarch Huncheng must change it. It's not that it's not okay, it's just that it's too reckless. You still have to hide when you need to, because being too rigid will lead to failure.
For example, in today's incident, he immediately ignited his own blood and essence without thinking about how to get through it later.
"Ancestor!"
A moment later, in the dried-up sea of divine consciousness, Lin Huayuan's soul, which was covered with cracks, woke up at the touch of inspiration from the innate purple light.
The little man in the divine consciousness was stunned at first, then he struggled to get up, crawled in front of the purple shadow, and tried to hug his legs with his hands.
"Ancestor, they are bullying us!"
“Woo woo…”
For a moment, Lin Huayuan cried like a child over 20,000 years old.
The broken little man of divine consciousness kept dropping broken soul power while whimpering.
After his body was integrated into the spiritual confinement of the formation, his soul was irreparably damaged. It has always been difficult for a broken soul to reincarnate.
"Grandfather, where have you been?"
"The clowns are bullying us!"
"I am an incompetent disciple. I can't revive the sect, and I can't protect the mines. I am incompetent."
She cried so hard that Shen Lian even felt like she was about to burst into tears.
As an old inner sect disciple for more than 20,000 years, Lin Huayuan had naturally met Patriarch Wanxiang. It was surprising that such a cultivator, whose realm was stuck at the initial stage of refining emptiness, had such deep feelings for the sect.
At this moment, Lin Huayuan, who was crawling at his feet, suddenly became more powerful, and the already broken spiritual figure ignited with black flames.
Black flames suddenly began to jump everywhere in the entire sea of consciousness.
At the same time, he pounced on the spiritual consciousness and soul that Shen Lian had separated.
"You deserve to die for pretending to be an ancestor!"
The crying turned into raging rage.
"town!"
But a ray of purple light spread in the sea of consciousness faster than the black flame, and a number of innate runes emerged to bind Lin Huayuan's spiritual figure that pounced on him.
"You evil thief, I wish I could eat your flesh!"
Seeing that he could not pretend any longer, Shen Lian dispersed the appearance of Hedao Patriarch and transformed into a hazy soul ball.
It is easy to capture a person's soul, but it is very difficult to replace the natal mark. This is different from refining a puppet. Once the puppet disagrees, all will be lost.
If one's consciousness is destroyed and he is in a state of 'living dead', his life can be slowly eroded bit by bit. However, this state of 'living dead' is not easy to fight and requires a little bit of luck.
It's impossible to capture hundreds of Wanxiang Mountain disciples and try to hit their heads one by one.
That would mean it would not be a secretive thing to do, and Wanxiangshan might come knocking on our door before we catch a few people.
"I am also from Wanxiang Mountain Sect!"
"You devil from the Xiandu Demon Sect, don't waste your time."
Lin Huayuan spoke coldly, and the little man in his spiritual consciousness exuded a breath of death.
"Stop it, I swear!"
It seemed that Lin Huayuan was about to commit suicide.
If he can't self-destruct, he will just choose to end his life. How the hell can we continue to communicate like this?
"I swear on the Path of Immortality that I am definitely not a cultivator of the Demon Sect."
When encountering Heiya and Ziyang, who are very cunning, Shen Lian has plenty of ways to deal with them, but facing this cultivator who is not afraid of death, no one can do anything.
What should I do if they don't communicate with you much at all?
Fortunately, the attention was not drawn to Wan Yinzong, otherwise the situation would be difficult to control.
"You are such a scoundrel, don't even think about getting any sect information from me."
Shen Lian has been practicing for more than 9,000 years, but this is the first time he has been called a scumbag. However, he only admits that he is the fourth character.
Fellow Taoist, you misunderstood me.
At this moment, he wanted to go up and give this old inner disciple a slap in the face, and tell him viciously that he was a great foreign aid to Wanxiang Mountain.
In a hurry, a stream of light once again penetrated into Lin Huayuan's sea of consciousness and spread out in the air to form a Hou Tu talisman.
"The avenues of heaven and earth are my mirror. If I intend to harm Wanxiang Mountain in the slightest, I will die under the calamity of heaven."
Seeing that Lin Huayuan's soul was on the verge of self-separation and collapse, Shen Lian quickly expressed his feelings.
"I will use your identity to help you revive Wanxiang Mountain."
He did not hide it. Our main point is sincerity, sincerity for sincerity.
The relevant detailed information turned into a stream of light and sank into Lin Huayuan's shattered spiritual figure.
Shen Lian heaved a sigh of relief only after seeing Lin Huayuan's spirit stabilized again.
It's okay as long as we can talk, but don't be reckless. I'm really afraid of you reckless people.
"Why do you do that?"
"My name is Pei Tianlan."
"Um..."
Lin Huayuan's expression froze, and his thoughts were a little slow to react, but he reacted immediately.
Sensing Lin Huayuan's fluctuations, Shen Lian continued, "The one from Juntian Pavilion is a fake, using my name to swindle people."
"I comprehend the five elements, yin and yang, control the soul and space, and defeat the late stage of refining emptiness..."
He boasted about himself as much as he could. Anyway, whether he succeeded or not, Lin Huayuan would not survive. So he could talk about some true and false things.
"How do you prove it?"
"I swear by heaven and earth, if I am pretending to be the one leading the Yunxiao Realm to ascend, I will surely perish under the heavenly calamity of the Hedao."
"In that case, fellow Daoist, just come and join us. Wanxiang Mountain will treat you sincerely."
"I have something to say that is difficult to conceal. If not, why would I go to so much trouble to ask for help from fellow Taoists?"
"If you lend me your life, I will pass on Wanxiang Mountain in your name. This is also your ambition, right?"
I will give you all the fame, wealth and honor, and I will use your body and your natal mark.
"Fellow Daoist Lin has regarded the sect as his home. Now his soul is almost withered and he may not even be able to enter reincarnation. Since he is so attached to the sect, it is a pity to see him wither away in this world."
Shen Lian tried to persuade them earnestly. Although it seemed a bit long-winded at the moment, it could make people willingly give up their natal mark, which would save them a lot of trouble in the future.
For example, the heavenly tribulation of Hedao.
The core of the method of transforming one qi into three pure ones is the cultivator's natal mark. The mark of every living being is unique, which is why the heavenly calamity can accurately lock on to each person.
If he didn't have this life force as a cover, when the heavenly calamity came towards him, Shen Lian would not be able to withstand it even if he had nine lives.
In addition, not to mention the difficulty of forcibly taking away one's life, Shen Lian was also afraid of any sequelae. If there was a relapse when he was undergoing the heavenly tribulation of Hedao, and there was still a trace of resentment left in the other person, it would be a truly tragic accident.
This matter cannot be taken lightly. Even if you have to be more sincere at this moment, you have to get the sincerity of others.
Only when two people love each other can they be in harmony with each other.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, if I have any bad intentions towards Wanxiang Mountain, then let the Hedao Heavenly Tribulation kill me."
After pondering for a long time, Lin Huayuan spoke slowly.
"Okay, but there's one condition."
"Rescue these brothers trapped in the Queshan Mine."
Lin Huayuan's spiritual figure, which was covered with cracks, stared at the rolling soul ball.
"Even the old demon who has reached the Great Perfection of Refining Void could vaguely sense my molten mineral vein spirit restriction, but he didn't find where you were hiding. This shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"
Without saying anything more, Shen Lian said, "After you and I become one, you will also be my fellow apprentice brother."
After another long silence, Lin Huayuan's mouth twitched, "Can this old man's talent work?"
In fact, he also had five top-grade spiritual roots and a talent that was one in a billion, otherwise it would have been impossible for him to advance to the initial stage of refining emptiness.
Sometimes, it's just a matter of luck.
"My life span is less than three thousand years."
"It's okay. Advancing to the middle stage of Refining Void can increase your lifespan by thousands of years. There are also the late stage of Refining Void and the great perfection of Refining Void, which are enough to advance to the He Dao."
"You swear by the Heavenly Tribulation of the Hedao. If you break your oath, you will die without a burial place under the Heavenly Tribulation of the Hedao."
…
"call!"
"It's so hard to exchange sincerity for sincerity."
"I planted flowers with great care but they didn't bloom, but I planted willows by accident and they grew into a shade. I didn't expect that after all the choices, I chose Lin Huayuan."
In the deepest cave of the mine, Lin Huayuan, who had already fainted, opened and closed his eyes, and a flash of purple light appeared in his eyes.
Fortunately, this cultivator has lived for more than 20,000 years, and he still has some spirit, but not much. If it were replaced by Qin Xingchen, one of the few strong men in the inner sect who is younger and more reckless, it would be even more difficult.
Perhaps it is not a bad choice to choose Lin Huayuan. After all, anyone who can enter the gate of Wanxiang Mountain must be a genius. It's just that Lin Huayuan lacks a bit of luck.
Now, Shen Lian has invested with his luck.
With the general trend in place, the old bird can still fly.
As long as he could break through the middle, late and complete realms of Refining Void in the next five thousand years, the issue of longevity would no longer be an urgent matter.
Lin Huayuan was practicing both Dharma and physical cultivation, otherwise his physical body would have completely collapsed long ago.
Shen Lian has broken through to the middle stage of the Void Refining Realm several times. If he is still stuck in breaking through this, he might as well give up on Lin Huayuan.
"The injury is a bit serious, but fortunately, it's not to the point where I can't recover."
In the space mezzanine, Shen Lian was sitting cross-legged.
On the natal talisman array plate suspended in the Dantian sea, a blurry and slightly old figure shrouded in a blurry purple light stood on a colorful chess piece.
"You know a little bit about formations, not bad, your foundation is better than I thought."
"The spiritual restrictions here in the mine are still able to fight. Unfortunately, it has fallen into the hands of the formation master. Let's see how the master can turn decay into magic."
"The great terror between life and death, suddenly he became enlightened, mastered the formation, and advanced to a higher realm. It seems reasonable."
"For those who do not believe, help them to die and try it."
"As an inner sect disciple over 20,000 years old, I am not without advantages. I guard the mines for the sect and use my body as a demon cultivator. Who dares to doubt my loyalty to the sect?"
"The sect is currently shrouded in conspiracy, so I must act well for my first appearance...
As the words fell, Lin Huayuan's aura in the deepest part of the mine became silent again.
"Hehe, today Wanxiang Mountain welcomes its loyal and fearless candidate ancestor and disciple."
…
At this moment, Qin Xingchen and other disciples who were trapped in the Queshan mine were constantly trying to bombard the formation that sealed the mine.
But the suspended magic cloak was a strange magic treasure they had never seen before, and it actually had the function of sealing off space.
Trapped in the mine, the demon cultivator must want other cultivators in the sect to rescue them. They are just bait.
But even so, Qin Xingchen still couldn't understand the purpose of doing this.
Over the years, the Xiandu Demon Sect has invaded Wanxiang Mountain countless times, and the number of monks killed on both sides is incalculable. This kind of tactic will at most result in mutual destruction.
Outside the Queshan mine.
The devil flag fluttered in the void, and the surging devil energy formed a devil sea of thousands of acres. The other devil cultivators who followed the old devil Soul Flag gathered in the devil sea.
"These little bastards from Wanxiang Mountain are becoming more and more difficult to deal with. They are willing to fight for your life at the slightest disagreement. They don't even want to be immortal. I am really scared!"
"Haha, even if Wanxiang Mountain is a holy land of Hedao, it can't stand this kind of fighting style."
…
Several demon cultivators were whispering to each other. The old demon with the soul flag was sitting cross-legged on the demon flag, with wisps of demonic energy surrounding him. Occasionally, he would look at the black cloak that sealed the mineral vein, and ignored the old demons who spoke behind him.
The reason why the Xiandu Demon Sect has been able to contend with Wanxiang Mountain for so many years is not only because the ancestor of Wanxiang Mountain has not appeared for a long time, but also has something to do with its own sect system.
The Xiandu Demon Sect does not recruit many disciples, and most of the demon cultivators in the Refining Void Realm are recruited from outside.
Ordinary magic cultivators are like leeks in the mortal world. You just need to kill one batch and then gather another batch. The thing that the vast fairy world has the most is magic cultivators.
But it is different for the disciples of Wanxiang Mountain. It costs unimaginable cost to cultivate them from the beginning.
These recruited demon cultivators naturally understood their own status, but they could not resist the generosity of the Xiandu Demon Sect, and there were always demon cultivators who could not resist the temptation of resources.
"Senior Soul Flag, when are we going to kill all these brats?"
After a long time, a demon cultivator in the middle stage of the Void Refinement Realm couldn't help but speak.
Even though the disciples of Wanxiang Mountain fight like crazy, they are disciples of Hedao Holy Land after all. The improvement they get after refining is much stronger than those of the Void Refining Monks from small sects outside.
"It's not time yet. Be honest and you will benefit from it."
Soul Flag snorted coldly, which immediately started led the other demon cultivators present and made them lower their heads and look submissive.
This time he came to this unimportant mine in person, and brought with him more than a dozen Void Refining Demon Cultivators. Naturally, he was not here to do nothing.
This is a hunt! A hunt in the Holy Land of Hedao!
Thinking of this, the old demon Soul Flag couldn't help but feel excited.
To hunt down a holy land, looking at the entire Juntian Realm, who else would dare to take the lead except his Xiandu Demon Sect?
This time, the Xiandu Demon Sect joined forces with three other forces in the Void Star Sea: the Puxu Cave, the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, and the Qianxue Sect, and attacked more than a dozen mineral veins of Wanxiang Mountain in the Void Star Sea at once.
One of the targets was Wan Yinzong, the eldest disciple of Wanxiangshan.
If we were to say who in Wanxiang Mountain is still qualified to forcibly merge with the Dao, it would be none other than Wan Yinzong.
Although the probability of forcing the Dao is not high, four cultivators have died in succession from heavenly calamities in Wanxiang Mountain over the past tens of thousands of years, but a low probability does not mean that it is impossible.
Their Xiandu Demon Sect has been entangled with Wanxiang Mountain for three to four thousand years, but they don't want Wanyin Sect to really merge with the Dao.
In addition to wanting to kill Wan Yinzong, another reason was to see whether the ancestor Wan Xiang was dead or alive.
More than four thousand years have passed since the last time the Wanxiang Patriarch appeared.
For an old Hedao monk, it is very abnormal to not show up.
Especially when Wanxiang Mountain was in decline, as long as Patriarch Wanxiang came out to support the sect, he could boost the sect's morale and revive its prosperity.
But for such a long time, Patriarch Wanxiang has been in seclusion, which makes people suspicious.
Did this old guy die a long time ago?
The strategy of attracting Wan Yinzong to appear is not very clever. To put it simply, it is to lure the snake out of its hole.
The Xiandu Demon Sect had been fighting in the Void Star Sea and Wanxiang Mountain for many years, and had a comprehensive understanding of the Wanyin Sect.
This cultivator, like most of the Wanxiang Mountain disciples, has an extreme and reckless personality.
This time, the Xiandu Demon Sect and the three forces dispatched so many inner mountain elder-level cultivators at once, just to make it difficult for the Wanxiang Mountain Elder to handle everything.
There are disciples from the inner sect of Wanxiang Mountain stationed in more than a dozen mineral veins, and they have all been sealed off by the joint efforts of several families. If they want to rescue them, they must dispatch the elders of the inner mountain.
But there are only so many inner mountain elders in Wanxiang Mountain. If we keep enough to guard the sect and exclude those who guard some important mineral veins, there are not many people who can be flexible and maneuverable.
At this time, Wan Yinzong, as the eldest disciple of Wanxiangshan, would naturally come to the rescue personally.
As long as Wan Yinzong comes out, he will fall into the trap they set. Even if they cannot kill Wan Yinzong, they will have to severely injure him and destroy his foundation.
There is no way. The arrival of the clear and turbid tides has allowed Wanxiang Mountain to obtain a lot of resources. Once these resources are converted into strength, the advantages that the Xiandu Demon Sect has gained bit by bit over the years will be instantly reduced to their original state.
Don't doubt the potential of a holy land. Once the resources are in place, the potential can be squeezed and an explosion can be achieved.
…
In the blink of an eye, several years passed.
In the vast sea of stars, a beam of light came towards the Queshan mine like lightning. Before the beam got close, a dark yellow sword light slashed down in the direction of the magic flag.
Mountains and rivers emerged from the sword, sparkling with light, and mountains like forests, which shook thousands of acres of demonic energy into nothingness.
The demon cultivators who were sitting cross-legged in the demonic energy had already crawled to all directions.
"It's Elder Yuan Zhen!"
The disciples of Wanxiang Mountain who were trapped in the Queshan mine could not help but exclaim in excitement when they saw the Shanhe Xuanhuang sword energy emerging from the void.
Although Elder Yuan Zhen was missing arms and legs and was lame, he was once a genuine cultivator who had reached the great perfection of the Lianxu realm.
The Xuanhuang sword energy dissipated, revealing Yuan Zhen with a resolute face. Then the void was filled with crackling sounds again, and the mountain and river sword energy rolled up endless airflow and smashed towards the old demon Hunqi.
The Soul Flag reacted quickly. The moment Yuan Zhen appeared, it had already rolled up its magic flag and used the gilded tower on the top of the flagpole to block the Shanhe Xuanhuang Sword.
With a loud bang, the Xuanhuang Sword and the Soul Flag separated, and Yuan Zhen actually flew backwards.
"Old man Yuan Zhen, you are a cripple and you came here with a serious injury!"
"It seems that there is really no one in your Wanxiang Mountain!"
After repelling Yuan Zhen with one blow, the Soul Flag Demon noticed Yuan Zhen's injuries, and the disciples trapped in Queshan became even more anxious.
Yuan Zhen was shocked back, and a stream of black magic water suddenly flowed from his chest, devouring his vitality.
"Since you are here to seek death, this demon will accept you!"
The Soul Flag Demon let out a long roar and sacrificed his own natal demon flag, but he did not get too close to Yuan Zhen.
This is the experience gained from fighting with the monks of Wanxiang Mountain over the years.
Although he was shouting, he was also wondering in his heart that this old man Yuan Zhen wouldn't come here deliberately to die with him.
"See who dies first!"
Yuan Zhen let out a long roar, his beard and hair danced wildly, his momentum began to rise steadily, and his boiling blood roared.
The Shanhe Xuanhuang sword in his hand rolled up sword energy all over the sky, instantly enveloping the old demon Hunqi.
Then, he took out a sword ball and threw it towards the spiritual ban that sealed the Queshan mine.
The sword ball released a boundless mysterious aura in the air, and instantly evolved into thousands of sword energy mountains, which fell towards the suspended magic cloak.
With a roar, the magic cloak let out a mournful wail and flew out, and the sound of breaking was heard above the Queshan mine.
"Activate the Blood Demon Cloak and let not a single Wanxiang Mountain disciple escape!"
The old demon Soul Flag roared in frustration.
Hearing the sound, the demon cultivators who had scattered before rolled up monstrous demonic energy and rushed towards the direction of the Queshan mine, muttering to themselves. Blood-colored runes flashed on the magic cloaks that had been blown away before, each of them was huge, and there was also a shrill roar of beasts.
One after another, strange bloody monsters rushed out from the cloaks and rushed towards the disciples of Wanxiang Mountain.
…
"The demon cub of the Xiandu Demon Sect, Lin Huayuan, a disciple of Wanxiang Mountain, is still alive!"
Amidst the pulsating flames of the mineral vein, a charred figure emerged, connected to countless spiritual powers in all directions of the mineral vein.
In an instant, from the four directions of Zhen, Li, Dui and Kan, purple lightning and silver dragons, with spiritual restrictions as vast as the sea, rushed straight up into the sky.
Billions of spiritual bans spread out like stars in the empty sea of stars, causing endless waves.
"ah!"
The demon cultivators that rushed over were shrouded in spiritual confinement and let out painful roars. The spiritual confinement poured into the demon bodies like snakes, causing them to fall from the sky one by one.
Their bodies twitched as if they had a leak, and demonic energy continued to erupt from their bodies, which then exploded.
(End of this chapter)
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