Chapter 1180: Willing but Powerless

The Taoist's head was buzzing, and two lines of ancient poetry kept floating in his ears.

It is good to kill the immortals, but it is fatal to kill the immortals, and the immortals will be trapped with red light everywhere.

The changes of Juexian are infinite and wonderful, and the blood of the Daluo immortals is stained on their clothes.

Yes, there are only a few things in the world that can be favored by the Taoist master, and can change so well and be difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake. Except for the most evil five-colored divine light, the Juexian Sword is the most similar to the thing in front of him. But what else can it be but the Juexian Sword?

No matter where they are, the four swords of Zhuxian are legendary divine objects. Although the Jiu'e Gourd he left for Li Chuyi is not bad, his Taoism is limited, and after several refinings, it can only be regarded as a rough piece. The Juexian Sword in front of him is a treasure with a long-standing reputation. It is the only one of the four swords of Zhuxian that is both hard and soft. There are rumors that the four swords of Zhuxian were originally one, and it is only when the four swords of Zhuxian Sword Formation are combined into one that it is its true appearance. Because of its great power, it hurts the harmony of heaven and earth, so it split into four parts at the beginning of its birth. Among them, Juexian is the sword soul, which plays a huge role in reconciling yin and yang and turning the world around. That is why it is both real and unreal and changes endlessly.

No wonder the Taoist is so confident. With this treasure in hand, who in the three realms can be his enemy?

However, the Taoist priest also saw that Juexian was really real, but he must be injured, otherwise the Taoist's cultivation would not be able to control it at all. Forcibly controlling it would only be backfired and end his chance of becoming an immortal. At the same time, the power displayed by the Juexian Sword was obviously far from its reputation. If it was the Juexian Sword in its prime, the previous sword would have caused considerable damage to the Three Realms Barrier and the entire Yin-Yang Buckle, and he would not have been alive until now. Even if he had avoided it, he would have been injured and disabled with his Taoism.

And the words of the Taoist Master also confirmed his guess. The five little ghosts were actually the ghosts raised by the other party to repair the Juexian Sword. This was something the Taoist never expected, and it also made him extremely chilled.

Falling into another world, the Taoist naturally developed a suspicious and cautious character. He always kept a little vigilant, including the Taoist Master who raised him, let alone the five little kids he met by chance?

When they first met, the five little ghosts had just died not long ago, and their souls were weak and they couldn't even maintain themselves. It was only because Li Chuyi begged him to help them on a whim that they survived. Afterwards, Li Chuyi, who had no friends, felt lonely and wanted to keep them around as playmates. He agreed out of pity for his apprentice, but he was not at all vigilant. He secretly deduced several times to confirm that the five little ghosts were fine before keeping them around.

He was on guard and thought he was very thorough, but who would have thought that he still fell into someone's calculations. When he heard the words of the Taoist Master today, he felt cold to the bone. Even he could hide it without any notice. How long ago did this old immortal set up such a big plan? !

Seeing the Taoist Master's Taoist fire rising from his hands to refine the five little ghosts, the five little kids were burned to pieces and couldn't even scream. Intellectually, the Taoist should watch coldly. Although he was deceived, what the Taoist Master said was not wrong. He could only blame himself for not being as skilled as others and not being able to see through the universe, but emotionally he couldn't let himself get over this hurdle.

Thinking of the joy when the little fat boy played with them, and the five little guys surrounding him and calling him "Grandpa" and "Grandpa", the Taoist priest was furious, and he flew up with a wooden sword. No matter what you are, I will chop down anyone who dares to touch me!

"Idiot."

The Taoist Master didn't care at all, and sighed with regret. He shook his right hand and an endless colorful river of light suddenly appeared in front of the Taoist priest's eyes.

"Idiot, you are paralyzed, you idiot!"

After a relentless curse, the Taoist priest's body shook and suddenly split into several phantoms, some pinching their fingers to perform magic or dancing with fists and feet, and finally all gathered in the wooden sword. The wooden sword instantly became transparent, and waves of ominous breath rolled back and forth.

"Old thief, eat my sword and you will be entangled in nine disasters!"

With a violent shout, the Taoist priest rushed straight into the river of light, as if someone had splashed a piece of ink on the gorgeous painting, and an ugly black hole suddenly appeared on the river of light.

A strange ominous aura lingered in the black hole. The surrounding river of light not only failed to make up for the defect, but was melted and expanded by the aura layer by layer.

The Taoist Master was not panicked at all when he saw this, but showed a few admiration.

"It is really worthy of being the Nine Evil Gourd. Even the companion spiritual root is so magical. I really don't know where you got such a treasure. Unfortunately, it is still not enough."

The mind urged secretly, and the Juexian Sword changed again. The light ball turned into a millstone, and the river of light also changed with it, clamping the Taoist and grinding.

The originally condensed ominous aura quickly dissipated, and the Taoist was under increasing pressure. Every muscle and bone in his body was wailing under the heavy burden, and his soul was shaking as if it was about to collapse.

Gritting his teeth, the Taoist bit his tongue and spit a large mouthful of blood on the sword, and then his body flashed and merged into the sword. The speed of the wooden sword suddenly soared again, like a sharp needle that pierced through the millstone all the way out.

After leaving the colorful river of light, the wooden sword disappeared in an instant. When it reappeared, it was already three inches from the Taoist's forehead. It was about to pierce into him, but it suddenly stopped. A finger-thick colorful thread was pulled out fiercely, and the wooden sword immediately turned into a meteor and flew out. The Taoist's figure was also pulled out, and he was bleeding from wounds all over his body.

"You shouldn't have left the Nine Evil Gourd to Li Chuyi. If you had the gourd today, you might have a chance to hurt me."

Like chatting, the Taoist said in a gentle voice.

"Or give you a few more tens of thousands of years, wait for your Taoism to improve a little bit and polish your spiritual roots again, maybe it's okay."

Touching the bloodstains on the corner of his mouth, the Taoist said coldly: "In this case, let's stop today. Put the person back and we'll start again after tens of thousands of years!"

The Taoist Master laughed dumbly: "Haha, you always like to joke so much. I really can't bear to part with you. Don't you consider my suggestion at all?"

"Consider it!"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the Taoist said coldly: "Old man, I can help you if you want the Yin-Yang buckle. You can also kill and save the people. At most, I will risk my hundred pounds and take my stupid apprentice to fight with you. Why do you want to kill so many lives? You raise ghosts for the Juexian Sword. No problem. I can help you if you tell me. Why do you hide it from me? Do you know that those little ghosts are like my grandsons? If you want to kill them, you should have told me earlier. Why did you let me have feelings for them and then suddenly kill them? Aren't you playing tricks on me? If you really regard me as your apprentice, would you do this?!"

"You don't understand."

The Taoist Master shook his head.

"The ghosts I raise need specific conditions, otherwise they will be useless no matter how strong they are."

The Taoist's heart moved: "You are not targeting me, you are targeting Li Chuyi, targeting the original soul?"

The Taoist smiled slightly, without commenting.

The Taoist was shocked, he felt that he had guessed part of the truth.

Turning up his inner guesses, he tried: "You raise Juexian with ghosts, but you need to put it near the original soul. You want to make them bound by cause and effect, you are...you don't want to use Li Chuyi to raise swords, right? You want to sacrifice Juexian with the original soul?!"

The Taoist still didn't answer, and smiled: "I told you that you don't understand, and it's useless for you to guess again."

After speaking, without waiting for the Taoist to ask again, his eyes lit up, and his left hand held five little ghost dolls that were barely breathing, and along with the blazing Taoist fire on his palm, he pressed them into Juexian in his right hand. The colorful light ball suddenly boiled, and a faint yin energy was revealed in the halo.

"Fuck you!!!"

The Taoist cursed with a pain in his heart. He had tried his best, but there was no chance to save them.

Seeing the five familiar little faces tumbling a few times and then disappearing into the immortal, the Taoist was furious, but he calmed down.

"The five of them are useful to you, but Ziyuan is innocent. If you let him go, you and I still have room to maneuver!"

The Taoist Master was relieved, and then said with regret: "You are so kind and righteous to ghosts. I really like you. Unfortunately, I still can't agree to you, because she is also useful to me, and a big use."

"Fuck you, she is indeed arranged by you. How many tricks have you buried? What do you want to do?" The Taoist cursed weakly. This time he was not angry, but somewhat clear.

Ziyuan has always been the biggest doubt in his heart. From her appearance to the disappearance of the Liang family, there is a taste of conspiracy. He thought it was the work of the Five Elders of Dayan or the Mu family, but after tracing all the way to the two families of Fenggong, he found out that it was not. The Five Elders and the Mu family had good strategies, but they were not capable enough to conceal the truth and he could not find many traces.

Since it was not them, there were only a few people in the world who were capable of doing this in front of him. There were a few people in the immortal and underworld worlds who could do it, but the barrier between the three realms was not something they could break, not to mention that they could not find any traces of him and Li Chuyi even if they wanted to plot, so the suspects in the immortal and underworld worlds could be ruled out.

Apart from these people, there were only five people in the world who were capable of arranging this matter. In addition to the Three Realms Heavenly Dao and his damn "good" master, there was also the Zang King who was almost like a myth in his eyes.

But the Burial King has been surviving for a long time, and he still seals himself in the depths of the void for fear of revealing any trace. Except for being accidentally bumped into by Li Chuyi once, there has been no news for millions of years. It is good that he does not go to find him, but how dare he show up and provoke the tiger's whiskers, so the remaining suspects are very clear, they must be the four good disciples of the ancestor.

At the beginning, he only had a little suspicion of Dao Zun, and more suspected that a certain uncle of Tiandao was planning to harm him and his stupid disciple. Especially after merging with a remnant soul, he felt a sense of his heart and found that his last remnant soul was very likely hidden in the underworld. He believed that it was Dao Yanqing who was in charge of the underworld Tiandao at this time. Both the Bliss Saint and Ziyuan were his hidden chess pieces.

This speculation was not shaken until he met Dao Zun. The remnant soul that he had been looking for in the underworld for decades but could not find actually knew the traces of Dao Zun as soon as he saw him. Not to mention that it was hidden in the Sanyuan Realm that he had never heard of, he also found the biggest doubt.

After entering the underworld, he had always felt that he was being watched. Several attempts were fruitless. It was not until he deliberately took risks and almost died that Dao Zun suddenly appeared.

Not only was the timing of his appearance coincidental, but what made the Taoist most suspicious was Dao Zun's location. As far as he knew, Dao Zun had been wandering in the fairyland for nearly ten thousand years, not the underworld.

Even if he really got the news in the fairyland as he said, the timing of his coming was too coincidental.

Taoists believe in miracles, but not coincidences. Most coincidences are inevitable due to the intersection of several causes and effects. Only those that cannot be explained by cause and effect are called coincidences, that is, miracles.

And a series of coincidences are definitely not miracles. There must be something wrong with things. This sentence has always been the truth among truths.

At this moment, he thoroughly verified his guess. Ziyuan's arrival was indeed the work of Dao Zun. Thinking of the four treasures that Dao Zun had mentioned before, he suddenly had a bad guess in his heart, and stared at Dao Zun with an ugly face.

"Old man, is Feng Zihan in your hands?"