Chapter 226: Soul-Sinking Abyss, Li Qing's Soul Dispersed (First Update)

The pure and solid Qingmu True Essence brushed in front of Old Ancestor Zheng without any fancy.

Patriarch Zheng couldn't help but exclaimed, and asked if he had any clues: "It is rumored that fellow Taoist middle-grade spiritual roots, built with ordinary skills, can have such strong true energy?"

He raised his hand and pointed, and the dark clouds flew out and met Qingmu Zhenyuan. The two annihilated each other and dissipated at the same time.

Li Qing chuckled and said: "Our generation has some chance to build the foundation, so why is it so surprising?"

As he spoke, another stream of true energy surged out, transformed into various spiritual rice forms, and flew towards the opponent.

"Does the law have a spirit?" Zheng Laozu raised his brows, and gray mist filled his body, "But how can this spiritual rice form do anything to me!"

The spirit rice transformed by Li Qing's Qingmu True Essence landed on the gray mist "thumping", taking root in it, trying to absorb and use its power.

However, the gray mist surged like a tidal wave, submerging Lingmi in just a few rolls, and then continued unabated, rushing towards Li Qing.

Outside the summit, Sang Yuwan was stroking his beard and watching the battle: "Hey, Fellow Daoist Li's true energy on the second level of foundation building is a bit too solid. How can he have contact with Daoist Zheng who is in the later stage of foundation building?"

Niu Xinjing didn't care too much: "After all, I have also practiced the way of the Earth Immortal. It is normal for the quality of the true essence to improve with the support of an Earth Immortal Dharma Realm."

Li Hu was still young and had little fighting experience. He asked worriedly: "Two seniors, can my ancestor win?"

This question showed his timidity.

Opposite, the young man from the Zheng family who came to watch the battle sneered: "Hey, my ancestor has been building the foundation for a hundred years and has already entered the late stage of foundation building. Your ancestor..."

After all, he didn't dare to speak out and judge the foundation-building monk. But the implication is already clear.

Many Zheng family monks also laughed softly, not taking this fight to heart at all.

"You!" Li Wei's face turned red with anger and she wanted to retort, but Li Fang raised his hand to stop her.

"Don't engage in verbal quarrels. Your uncle readily accepted the challenge at the banquet, so he is certainly confident."

When everyone in the Li family heard this, they suppressed their dissatisfaction and focused their attention on the fight.

At the top of Changyun Mountain, Li Qing and Patriarch Zheng had frequent interactions with each other, and when they saw each other's tricks, they unknowingly got into trouble.

Then they saw Patriarch Zheng scolding him: "Young men, don't be so arrogant!" Then he slapped his miter on his head, and a black cloud flew out.

As soon as the black cloud turned around, countless vengeful souls emerged, some laughing strangely, some wailing in pain, or some crying, and rushed towards Li Qing.

Li Qing frowned and did not choose to kill the wronged soul. He only used the Qingmu True Essence to protect himself and allowed it to collide and gnaw at him.

Outside the court, Li Zhao had a look of disgust on his face: "This Zheng family is acting like this, could it be that they are demons... huh!"

Niu Xinjing flicked his finger with a burst of true energy and sealed his mouth: "Silence!" At the same time, he cupped his hands towards the Zheng family members, "I am ignorant, please forgive me, fellow Taoists!"

A great foundation-building monk who came with Patriarch Zheng, who was also practicing in Muhunyuan, waved his hand magnanimously: "It doesn't matter. I'm used to it."

Niu Xinjing then explained softly to the younger members of the Li family: "Muhunyuan is the place where the remaining souls of many monks gathered in the battle between immortals and demons more than a thousand years ago."

"The Zheng family has been committed to eliminating disasters since they established their business here eight hundred years ago."

"Old Ancestor Zheng may seem like he is driving the souls of enemies to fight, but in fact it is an act of mercy to shoulder their karma with his own karma."

"After this battle, regardless of winning or losing, these innocent souls will be freed and ascended to heaven..."

When the juniors from the Zheng family heard this, they all held their heads high and looked pleased.

Li Qing, who was present at the scene, naturally understood the key points and found it particularly difficult.

Because no matter what the original intention of Patriarch Zheng was, summoning these evil souls here was always to fight with him.

If he uses his divine power to scatter these innocent souls, karma will accrue to him and his luck will be ruined.

Even if the battle of wits is won, the gain is not worth the loss.

If he ignores them, these innocent souls will still have some abilities. They can not only erode the true energy shield, but even damage the Tao body.

If he cast a spell to seal it, Patriarch Zheng could recall it and release it again.

Li Qing's actions not only threw him into a trap, but he also had nowhere to start.

Over there, Patriarch Zheng had already taken advantage of Li Qing being dragged down by the wronged spirit and was preparing to use a secret technique.

Li Qing couldn't help but feel excited, as if he was bitten by a poisonous snake on the back of his neck, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

"This is a curse!"

In desperation, he simply took out the elven Nuo mask, put it on his face, chanted the "Rebirth Mantra" in his mouth, and secretly activated his natural witchcraft to "transfer the souls of the dead".

"The Supreme Lord's decree transcends your lonely soul. All ghosts and demons are here to thank you for your kindness..."

Suddenly there was a white shimmer that spread around it.

Outside the field, a disciple of the Zheng family curled his lips and smiled: "If it is just a rebirth spell, these wronged souls can be saved. I, Muhunyuan, have long been empty!"

However, the slap in the face came extremely quickly.

As Li Qing continued to recite the rebirth mantra, an innocent soul kept crying, making people feel uneasy. First, a look of struggle flashed in its eyes, and then its eyes became clear.

"Your Majesty's decree, transcend your lonely soul..."

The wronged soul actually followed the chanting, and the gray and black color of its body gradually faded, turning into a white shadow, and then suddenly disintegrated.

"Without any karma, how could Fellow Daoist Li transcend it so easily?" Even Sang Yuwan had a strange look on his face.

It should be noted that this innocent soul of Muhunyuan is no better than others. They are all transformed by the resentment of the monks' remnant souls. They are not only cruel, but also stubborn.

It may be easy to destroy one or two, but it is difficult to make them realize themselves, let go of their obsessions, and return to dust.

In the field, the black cloud in front of Old Ancestor Zheng was still spitting out the souls of injustice.

Li Qing continued to chant the mantra of rebirth, saving the wronged souls one by one. The spirit Nuo mask faintly glowed with nine colors, adding a sacred aura to him.

Seeing that the wronged souls were coming in waves and the spell of Zheng Laozu was about to be completed, Li Qing suddenly had a blessing.

He raised his hand and threw out a white lotus, and cast the witchcraft of "saving the wronged souls" on it.

Then the white lotus gave birth to two, two to three, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a white lotus pond, collecting all the wronged souls.

Suddenly, the air in the field became clear.

At this moment, Zheng Laozu's curse was completed.

He took out a scarecrow and grabbed Li Qing lightly, as if he had grabbed some kind of air and threw it into it.

"Disperse!" Zheng Laozu shouted.

In the dark, a strange breath descended directly on Li Qing's spiritual platform, locking his soul, and then there was a "clang" sound of a bell.

Li Qing felt that his mind and soul were in a state of confusion, and he even felt that his soul was separated. Even with the dual protection of Taihao Palace and the big banyan tree, it was of no use.

Over there, Zheng Laozu grabbed the scarecrow and was about to strike again, but when he looked at the wronged souls who were saved by the white lotus, he hesitated.

"It turned out to be the Soul Dispersion Curse? Fellow Daoist Li is defeated!" Sang Yuwan sighed secretly, took a step forward, and was about to stop the fight.

After all, after the Soul Dispersion Curse, there is also the Soul Desolation Curse. If the two are launched at the same time, it will really be a fight of life and death, and there is no way back.