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 feel 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.
“诸位师弟，我趁机轰开封禁，你们能走一个是一个。”
“魂旗老魔出现在鹊山矿脉，仙渡魔宗一定有什么阴谋，将此处突变告知门中长老早做准备。”
下一刻，秦行谌的声音在其他师弟的神念海中炸响。
“秦师兄你走！”
“对，茫茫星海我等战力不及师兄，魔族若有阴谋定然还有后手，唯有师兄战力最强才能突杀出去。”
“为师兄轰开一条路！”
鹊山矿脉上方，和魔宗炼虚修士交手的万相山弟子，一个个身上血火燃起，衍化出一片血海翻腾的景象。
“你们这群疯子！”
有一头老魔下意识的避闪出去。
燃烧本命精血，可获得更强战力，燃烧本命神魂，连轮回转世的机会都不要了。
一个人体内血液沸腾是真性情，可面对一群人上来就拿命搏杀，魔修也怕这种玩意。
十几位万相山弟子齐齐化为了血火缭绕的样子，瞬息间就把滔天的魔气给压了下去。
一群弟子的战力一下子增幅了上来，一多半都跨入了炼虚中期层次，秦行谌更是达到了炼虚后期巅峰。
“杀！”
十余位弟子中多有参悟重力规则的，在血火的映照下重力连成了一片若领域一般的场景，将魔修压得抱头乱窜！
“秦师兄，我们送你冲出去！”
一个如血色火炬一样的修士眼看魔修之势溃散，立刻冲到了最前方。
“雷聚！”
只见此修双手抬起，耀眼夺目的土黄色雷霆衍生而出，刺耳的爆鸣响起，一颗拳头大小的雷霆漩涡成型。
雷霆漩涡中释放出了惊人的威压，喷发出一股股翻滚的土行神雷。
在雷光衍生后，四周的火气受到了吸引，不断的朝着雷霆漩涡中飞入，让雷霆之音越来越大，一道道粗大的电弧衍生而出，如天雷降世一般轰向了半空。
轰隆隆！ 刹那间，数不清的雷光就轰在了虚空上。
‘咔嚓’一声，在火焰中略显扭曲的虚空，被无数雷光电弧轰出了细密的裂纹，一件如黑色斗篷一样的虚影一闪而逝。
“杀出去！”
眼看雷霆没有破开封禁阵法，施展雷霆法术的弟子径直朝着封禁撞了上去。
“跑啊，疯子又要自爆！”
这一幕给周围魔修吓坏了，分别开始四下乱窜。
“废物！”
魂旗老魔怒骂一句，抬手间抛出了一颗魔球，此魔球当空演化而出，一下子将即将自爆的万相山弟子笼罩在了里面，形成了一个方圆百里大小的封闭空间。
轰隆！
魔球之内，血气翻滚，炽盛的能量在魔球上击穿出数不清的窟窿，能量如利剑般激射四方，却也将自爆的范围压了下来。
“万相山的小疯子，还想来这招。”
魂旗老魔怪笑一声，和万相山打了这么多年，他魔宗就算是头猪，也早就学的机灵起来。
这群疯子，动不动就给自己来一场修炼路上最后一场斗法，谁能不怕。
这哪里有一座圣地的威严，简直就是神经病疯魔的合体。
“老魔去死！”
“送秦师兄冲出去！”
在魂旗老魔怪叫的时候，又有四道身影浑身法力激荡着冲了出来。
撤！ 魂旗的怪叫戛然而止，虽说几个炼虚初期的修士自爆并不能将他留下，可也免不了受到冲击，万一真受了不轻的伤势可就不美了。
滚滚魔焰的大旗一卷，带着他快速的朝后方退去，惹谁都不要惹不要命的。
魂旗老魔身影连连闪烁着后退，剩下的其他魔头自然不敢再停留下去，一个个朝着封禁之外狼狈逃窜。
“都住手！”
缭绕着血气的秦行谌冲出，将四道浑身激荡法力的师弟拉了回来。
就看到四个浑身气息翻涌，即将爆开的万相山修士渐渐的平复了下来。
……
“原来是老手，燃烧自身精血还能收放自如，不过这样下去对自身影响也不小！”
暗处，沈炼全程看了这场虎头蛇尾的斗法。
万相山的弟子真的是不要命的主，燃烧本命精血这种事情是可以头脑一热就干的吗？ 万相山的弟子就这样干了。
一群人一起疯，魔修也发怵。
不过燃烧本命精血的后遗症，却不是那么容易弥补回来的，包括秦行谌在内的所有修士，一个个看着没什么，可都不同的损耗。
这一招对自己可真狠，效果也很好，直接吓退了一位炼虚大圆满的魔修。
“万相山这么多年出不来好弟子，不会是自己把自己玩残的吧。”
这一刻，沈炼不由得眉眼一挑。
疯子疯起来谁也治不了，想要抢占神魂内的本命印记进行转化为分身，到时候不会直接给他来一个自爆吧。
这概率高达九成八。
另外，一个魔宗派炼虚大圆满魔头带着十余位炼虚魔修，围困一座并不算重要的矿脉，这明显有阴谋啊。
万相山当真是老了，老到了连一些魔修都敢捋虎须。
就像是老迈的妖王，族群里的其它小妖开始了蠢蠢欲动。
根据收集的各种消息来看，和万相山死磕的魔宗名为仙渡魔宗，宗主尊号仙渡，可到现在还没有露出过真身。
万相山合道老祖垂垂老矣，闻着味来的各方势力很多，可大家都在观望，唯独这个仙渡魔宗头铁，已经和万相山零零散散打了三四千年。
那个时候，他还在云霄界筹备飞升的事情。
轰隆隆！ 鹊山矿脉上空又一次响起了轰鸣，是秦行谌带着弟子轰击封禁，漫天的魔气涌动间，可以看到一件如斗篷一样的魔宝悬空，将鹊山封锁了起来。
结合之前炼虚大圆满老魔头退走，虽说有被万相山弟子自爆吓退的概率，依旧可以看出来魔修的目的是想要围困此处矿脉。
困而不杀，这是在等万相山修士前来救援。
“从里到外全方位的没落，难怪跳梁小丑都欺上门来。”
又看了一眼带领师弟们轰击围困阵法的秦行谌，沈炼不由得思索起来。
这家伙动不动就自爆，不但魔修怕，他也怕。
对万相山弟子的疯魔程度有些认知不足，这太不应该了，早在碰到那位敢在天劫下救人勇士的时候，就应该想到的。
莽只是表象，疯才是核心。
矿脉土石之间，空间之力缓缓的张开，形成了一条类似通道一样的小号走廊，直入矿脉最深处的位置。
这里是一片灼热的洞窟，可却生长着一种赤色的灵草，一副生机盎然的的样子。
之前身融阵法的弟子林化元，就靠在了最深处的矿脉岩壁上。
再被老魔一巴掌拍进矿脉后，就被一位万相山弟子送到了这里。
热气腾腾的空间内，虚空略显扭曲，赤色的火光游走在林化元的周身之外。
此刻的林化元还没有死，不过却到了气游若丝的地步。
沈炼的神念感应着这个老迈的身躯，炼虚境修士寿三万，林化元虽说没有达到这个寿数，可也有两万多岁，一副老态龙钟的样子。
修士境界为先，两万多岁的内门弟子，见谁都叫师兄，这有点离谱。
“要不就他了。”
思绪徘徊间，沈炼冒出了念头，为了混入万相山，他甄选了近十位内门弟子的人选。
比如外面炼虚中期的秦行谌，他来鹊山矿脉也是跟着秦行谌而来，想要看看能不能找到机会趁虚而入。
好消息，人选确实是莽，这种情况下很容易受创给他创造机会。
坏消息，莽过头了，一言不合就去死，弄不好白费功夫。
游走在洞窟内的思绪，徘徊了一阵后朝着林化元飘去。
之前甄选出来人选，虽说按照万相山的风气来说，比其他宗门修士受到重创的概率要大，可毕竟没办法判断什么时候变成林化元这般模样。
与其等着，不如先试试这位送上门来的。
炼虚初期到中期就差一个小境界而已，这点弥补起来容易的很。
至于天赋就更不是问题了，沈炼选分身最重要的条件就是五灵根。
再过个一两百年，他直接就能给分身配上三转五行规则之力。
真要是接下来秦行谌把自己莽过头了，大不了就当多收一位分身了。
……
神念海。
林化元的神念小人布满了裂痕，整个神魂都处在了一种崩溃的边缘，一缕缕雷光电弧在小人裂痕处滋生。
神念海有些干涸，灵光如同烛火摇曳，好像下一刻就会泯灭一样。
一点紫光如星在干涸的神念海中显化，紫光中露出了一道模样苍老的身影。
其实沈炼最喜欢的还是收姬无咸的方式，上来就是利益对等的交换，我给你传承家族，反正你都要魂飞魄散撑不住了，不如便宜我。
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 stabilize 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 withstand 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 startled 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)