Chapter 539: Determination as Firm as a Rock
——I revised a place in the front. I wrote it yesterday and mistakenly wrote Wu Yue'e's address to Meng Nishang as "master". It should be "ancestor". The two are of different generations.
A bright moonlight sprinkled in the sky, but it flickered forward at an incredibly fast speed. The cold light in the sky that could be seen by people was all the remaining illusions. Even many low-level cultivators in the Western Wasteland were surprised that they could see the real bright moon in the yellow sand sky of the Western Wasteland, and called their friends to come and watch.
Meng Nishang came to "visit", so naturally she used the most generous escape method, and would not turn into a wisp of cold air to sneak in, nor would she break through the air to move.
When approaching Tianji City, the surrounding dark green mist suddenly filled the air, covering Meng Nishang, and a voice of "Friend Meng, stop" sounded in her ears.
Meng Nishang did not force a breakthrough, but showed a white figure, with her eyebrows lightly brushed, her face was stunning but indifferent, and she did not have any emotional fluctuations about the interception of the curse spring halfway. A bright moon rose behind her head, emitting pieces of beautiful moonlight, ethereal like a veil, dreamy and beautiful, cold to the bone, and kept the dark green mist out. Wherever it shined, the mist began to assimilate and melt into the Guanghan fairy light.
Behind this bright moon, Meng Nishang's entire figure was enveloped by an illusory and vast moon. Every inch of clear light, every piece of moonlight, seemed to be transformed by many kinds of text.
At the same time, the whistling cold wind blew, and countless exquisite snowflakes that seemed to be condensed by the laws of heaven and earth fell, turning the surrounding area into a world of ice and snow, faintly overlapping with a virtual world of ice and snow, and the power of the Great Way of Ice and Snow was integrated into it.
Meng Nishang did not say a word and started to act directly. Zhuquan Zhenjun was almost caught off guard. Fortunately, he was also a celestial immortal who had advanced for more than 3,000 years. Although he had only cultivated three immortal arts related to voodoo to the fifth level, he was also quite close to the Tao. His mind was even purer like a mirror, reflecting thousands of things. He barely reacted, and he also understood that Meng Nishang's heart was very firm and could not be moved by words. So in the dark green mist that rolled back, twelve dark green wooden puppets appeared.
They were old, simple, and gloomy. Their faces were painted with eyes, noses, mouths and other facial features like children's graffiti. They were either crooked eyes and slanted noses, or big mouths and small eyes. They weirdly showed twelve expressions of laughter, crying, anger, hatred, resentment, sorrow, sadness, and greed. These puppets were only the size of a palm, but the clothes on their bodies were of different colors, gorgeous and exquisite, just like real immortal clothes. They were the natal spiritual treasure of Zhuquan Zhenjun, "Dutian Wuzhu Dolls".
As soon as it appeared, dense dark green immaterial thin lines appeared in the rolling dark green mist, emanating from its body and extending into the void. The faces of several of the puppets were still distorted and changed, and they almost became like Meng Nishang several times, but unfortunately they failed. However, with the blessing of those dark green thin lines, a virtual, simple and withered yellow scarecrow also appeared in the dark green mist. Every straw and every expression was full of resentment and curse, and it was like countless kinds of text illusions, barely resisting the Guanghan fairy light, cold wind, and ice and snow.
The dark green mist kept melting into the gauze-like Guanghan fairy light, or being frozen into thick frost by snowflakes and cold wind, and the Guanghan fairy light, snowflakes, and cold wind kept disintegrating and disappearing strangely after touching the dark green mist.
Meng Nishang's heart was as calm as a thousand-year-old ice lake. Even as those "Dutian Wuzhu puppets" changed, waves of love, hatred, joy, happiness, resentment, anger, affection, and desire passed through her mind, but they were all gone without a trace, leaving no trace for the power of the witch curse to add to her body, making it difficult for the puppets to change completely.
"I have heard that this woman is favored by Yu Yutian's fortune, and her determination is outstanding. Her Dao heart and the Great Dao are far superior to her peers. Now that I see her, I know that her reputation is well-deserved. After only more than a thousand years of cultivation, her life treasures and immortal arts are not inferior to mine." Zhuquan Zhenjun sighed secretly. If he saw Meng Nishang's various fifth-level ice and snow and Taiyin immortal arts later, he would be sad.
While performing the voodoo magic to fight Meng Nishang, Zhuquan Zhenjun was on high alert. He was holding back the borrowed Tongtian magic treasure, fearing that even if he used it, Meng Nishang could still hold him back for a few moments, allowing the people of Penglai Sect to enter the city with the Tongtian magic treasure. By then, even if the Voodoo Sect was killed, there would be enough time to rescue Meng Nishang.
Outside Tianji City, half of the sky was in a blizzard, with a bright moon inside, and the other half was covered by dark green mist, like swamp miasma.
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In Tianji City, in the main hall of Tianji Mansion, Lin Xuantong knew the situation outside clearly, but he was not afraid or worried at all. He walked out of the back hall in a linen robe and stood at the top of the main hall. Several disciples immediately stepped forward to stand by and wait for instructions.
"The next step should be to officially announce the establishment of the Voodoo Sect." The wrinkled old lady was excited and looking forward to it. She had no doubts about whether the seven major sects could break through the alliance of the two True Lords. That was absolutely impossible.
Seeing that there were few people, Lin Xuantong did not mind. Anyway, when the sect really gained a foothold, it would be on par with the seven major sects, or even surpass other sects, and be on par with Guanghan and Penglai. At that time, there would be many guests who came to congratulate.
"Thank you all for coming to my Voodoo Sect today." Lin Xuantong's deep and magnetic voice sounded.
But at this time, a dark golden sword light like thick mud flew in from the gate and slashed directly at Lin Xuantong, accompanied by a voice full of grief and indignation: "Before the Voodoo Sect opens, the blood debts must be settled one by one."
The dark golden sword light was majestic, and it changed, and countless small sword lights were separated. It was vast and boundless, and it was like a deep earth, with mountains pressing down on the top, wrapping Lin Xuantong up. With one sword, it could form a fairy formation, and it could explode in a small space, without affecting other people in the hall. It can be seen that his attainments in swordsmanship are extraordinary.
Lin Xuantong was not in a hurry. A flag appeared behind him. The flag seemed to be cut from ordinary linen, old and dirty. There were twelve dark green ghostly characters on it, and the voodoo curse power was deeply contained in it. It was the three-calamity pure yang magic weapon hemp cloth flag given by the True Lord of Curse Spring. It was gently unfolded, and the twelve messy characters that looked like human faces flashed with subtle dark light, constantly evolving and combining, and finally formed two dark green weird Taoist characters "collapse, disperse".
As soon as these two words appeared, the deep earth and the mountains that surrounded Lin Xuantong immediately collapsed and soon turned into a dark golden flying sword, which flew back to a 30-year-old strong man with a beard and white mourning clothes who walked in from the main entrance of the hall.
However, it was not easy for Lin Xuantong to repel the dark golden sword light. Not only did the two dark green strange Taoist characters "collapse" disappear, but even the hemp clothing divine flag was swaying, and the dark light flickered. A trace of scarlet flashed on his face. Obviously, the flying sword was of the same grade as the hemp clothing divine flag.
After the bearded man failed to kill Lin Xuantong with a sword, he did not rush to attack, but circled the dark golden flying sword in front of him and bowed to the Tianji Hall: "Teacher Yun Yi, your disciple Wei Boshu is here to avenge you." Thoughts were churning in his mind, and he recalled his acquaintance with Yun Yi Zhenren of the Loose Cultivator Alliance.
He had a strange encounter since he was young, and thus embarked on the path of Taoism. When he was in the Qi-inducing stage, he fell into a desert illusion and found a corpse with this thick earth carrying sword next to him. According to the jade slip left by the corpse, he was Wu Qiang, a casual cultivator, and he was extremely lucky in his life. It seemed that he was blessed by God. Not only did he meet the dying Jindan Grandmaster and get his storage bag, but also when he was practicing in seclusion, a second-tribulation pure yang magic weapon flew directly into his arms, and he avoided the death calamity several times.
Relying on this, he took risks throughout his life, benefited constantly, and his realm was continuously broken through. However, if you walk on the night road for a long time, you will encounter ghosts, and if you often stay by the river, you will get your shoes wet. When he was looking for the opportunity of the top-grade Jindan, he was spotted by a Yinshen Zhenren. Although he escaped by chance with the thick earth carrying sword, he was seriously injured and difficult to treat. After witnessing the thick earth carrying sword survive the third heavenly calamity, he sat here and left a will to remind the descendants of his relics to be low-key and cautious!
Awakened by these last words, Wei Boshu has been practicing and advancing in a low-key manner. However, after receiving a sword cultivation method called "Hou De Sword Method" from Yuan Ling, the magic weapon of the Thick Earth Sword, he changed his path. However, because what he had learned before was really shallow and Yuan Ling's teachings were profound and abstruse, Wei Boshu tried hard to find a sword cultivation teacher to teach him.
Later, by chance, he met Master Yun Yi, got his guidance, and became a half-master. From then on, his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, eight hundred years of Yuan Shen, a thousand years of tribulation.
Lin Xuantong smiled coldly: "Lin has killed many cultivators in his life, so why should I be afraid of others seeking revenge, Brother Wei, just come."
The dark golden sword light lit up, vast and heavy.
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In the cave of the world, purple, blue, gold, silver, white, black and other colors of lightning flashed, thunder roared and shook the sky, and tens of thousands of miles of thick glaciers covered the earth and peaks, which were cold and deep. Although Shi Xuan could not change the laws of heaven and earth here at will like the Three Decline Great Power, and even could not mobilize the power of the entire small world like the Two Decline Great Power, and let the laws of heaven and earth completely suppress Jing Mingzi, he could also control some of the laws of heaven and earth in the small world to a limited extent, weakening Jing Mingzi's strength by 10%.
This was the fighting inspiration that Shi Xuan got from his repeated suppression in the Nine Nether World.
Seeing that Jing Mingzi was on guard but did not act immediately, Shi Xuan understood that he was a little hesitant. After all, it was unwise for a Tianxian Zhenjun with a long life and a bright future to take chestnuts out of the fire for others and fight to the death.
There was no relaxation in his heart, but on the surface, Shi Xuan was calm and collected. He picked up the teacup and took a sip to put pressure on Jing Mingzi.
"What a nasty tea." Shi Xuan almost spit out the tea, cursing in his heart, Qingsuo, this monkey is really not suitable for making tea! Go back and punish it to recite "The Blue Sky Chapter of the Outer Heaven", which is one of the five direct teachings of Tianjian Sect. If Qingsuo can sort it out, Penglai Sect will have one more sword cultivation teaching, and the same is true for Ziying Sword's "Floating Light Purple Sky Chapter".
Jing Mingzi is a middle-aged Zhenjun, elegant and handsome, and pays attention to appearance. This kind of cultivator often cherishes his life more than other cultivators. Under the protection of the Dongyouzhuweijing, his thoughts turned rapidly for a few moments, and he smiled decisively: "If it were someone else, I wouldn't mind drinking tea and discussing the mystery with fellow Taoists, and watching the ebb and flow of the tide, but I am really sorry that old Zhuquan and I have shared life and death several times and saved each other's lives!"
As soon as the voice fell, all the clear light of the Dongyouzhuweijing merged into one, shining on Shi Xuan as if piercing through everything.
Instead, Shi Xuan, who had been prepared for this, thought about it, and the green rope beside him turned into a strand of ethereal, sharp, positive and yang green sword light to meet it. The Immortal Master really went straight to his heart, his mind was as firm as a rock, it was extremely difficult to convince him, and he was very decisive!