Chapter 217 Heart Cut
The red light of the red cloud illuminates the blood cave, and it flickers, making the expressions of the people in the blood cave emerge.
Gu Xiao was ecstatic and shouted excitedly.
The red cloud was like a sweeping flame, avoiding all the Wanfa Sect monks and igniting the entire Rakshasa Yuan Cave.
The terrifying coercion lingering around him was like a vine that was getting tighter and tighter. Tushan Jun had returned all his mana to Ding Xie, so naturally he was unable to make any more resistance.
Fortunately, the aura only surrounded him and did not target him further.
The mountain above had been pierced with countless holes by the giant white bones of the warriors.
Some holes are connected to continuous holes.
The rich and pure evil spirit came out of the hole.
After fighting like this, the blood cave has become a sieve for ventilation. Fortunately, being inside the mountain, I can only feel the coolness above my head.
Tu Shanjun paid attention, but there was no obvious change in his expression. He thought in his heart: "The evil tide? Weird."
Why does Dong Yuan have such a strong evil spirit?
No need for discerning eyes, just the naked eye can see the black ink swaying.
This was not the time to think about it carefully, another wave of golden elixir aura came to him.
"It really doesn't stop." Tushanjun looked towards the other side of the corridor with a solemn expression. Footsteps sounded in the darkness, and heavy pressure spread out, like a big mountain falling heavily on Tushanjun's shoulders.
After a face-to-face meeting, Tushanjun's scarlet eyes flashed and he opened his spiritual eyes.
The light mist dispersed, wrapping around the red clouds that seemed to block the light that illuminated all the caves.
Spiritual creature Yin Shen!
Tu Shanjun's expression froze, but his green-faced grimace showed no flaws.
With his face like this, you can't see much change in expression.
The opponent was at least a monk in the middle stage of the Golden Core and above, and he was vaguely able to resist the blanket of red clouds.
"A master of the Rakshasa Void Clan." Tu Shanjun's message fell into Ding Xie's ears. Suddenly, Ding Xie's eyes widened like spring thunder, and he looked over at a loss. His original joy and calmness were mixed with worry. His expression also changed dramatically.
‘How could there be more? ’
A golden elixir had them in a hurry, and they had to exhaust all their cards before killing him.
Why is there another one now?
"Ghost cultivator." The visitor was surrounded by white mist, his shadow flickered slightly as if out of frame, and he only uttered two words.
He glanced sideways at the soldier sitting next to him, who was kneeling on the ground with a ferocious look and his vitality disappearing. The man in the fog paused for a moment. He did not expect that the soldier would be defeated. When he first heard the news, he thought there was something wrong. , now it seems that the status of the soldiers is really doubtful.
This method is too magical.
The vitality of the soldier's body has not completely dissipated, but under the scan of his spiritual consciousness, it is true that the Yin Shen is not there.
"Return his Yin Shen, and you will live, otherwise you will die!"
The man in the fog pointed at the body of the soldier kneeling on the ground beside him. His voice was calm but with unquestionable majesty, as if Tushanjun must listen to what he said and do things well, and he must do the same.
Tushanjun's body muscles are tense, his strength is flowing, and he is ready to go.
Not to mention that he couldn't return the Yin Shen of the warrior at all, and even he couldn't transcend the Yin Shen who had entered the Soul Banner.
Even if he could do it, Tushanjun wouldn't accept the threat obediently according to his temperament.
So what if the Yin Shen of a master of Jindan cultivation is powerful? Once he recovers some of his energy and exerts a little mana, he can still resist a little or two.
Hearing Gu Xiao's cry just now and noticing the look on Ding Xie's face, it must be that Wanfa Sect's support has arrived.
"It seems that you are determined to seek death." The man in the fog suddenly took action, and the cotton-long thin needle turned into a handleless flying sword in mid-air. The sharpness and coldness made people tremble. He appeared in front of Tushanjun as he was flying.
The world of ignorance is activated. The lines of ghost horns gather between the eyebrows, and a turbid ghost eye opens. It twists strangely and emits light at the same time.
Although the realm of ignorance is so powerful, it is a pity that Tushanjun is not able to cope with it.
Just block the moment.
Thoughts flashed through my mind, and I was hesitating whether to self-explode the golden elixir to give the opponent a fatal blow, when I heard: "Seeking death?"
"You are so brave!"
After the loud shouting, a red fingertip appeared in front of Tushanjun's forehead, blocking the flying sword transformed by the bone needle.
The red ring finger awakened under the smelting of mana. The big mouth biting the tail opened, and the crouched body stretched out, turning into a four-clawed red dragon. It crushed the bone needles in one bite, and swallowed all the bone spurs with a loud bang. Go down.
Tu Shanjun suddenly felt the wind blowing violently, and a red-haired Taoist priest in black and white robes appeared beside him. When he raised his hand, the dragon's eyes turned and reattached to his thumb, biting the tail in his mouth to become a thumb.
Behind the visitor are disciples of the Wanfa Sect who are pulled and protected by silk threads. The magic barrier is unbreakable.
Seeing everyone, Ding Xie let out a long breath that was in his heart.
Most of the fellow disciples survived.
I thought about whether I could save them all, but I just thought about it.
Ding Xie, who has been on so many missions, doesn't understand that every time such a big event happens, people will die, no matter what kind of righteous sect or the evil sect.
"It shouldn't be like this." Ding Xie's throat trembled, and finally fell silent.
Want to blame or curse?
Ding Xie felt that he couldn't do it. If he cursed Junior Brother Zhang, all his past experiences would really become fake.
He can only do his best.
…
When Tu Shanjun's eyes reached him, he could only see the man's profile.
His long red hair was spread like a burning cloud, his black and white robes were shimmering with red light, and his cold face was filled with anger.
The blazing flames in his eyes all revealed the other person's current mood.
fury!
Master Chiyun has never been so angry as he is today.
After learning the whole story from the mouths of those juniors, I felt that my treatment of Rakshasa Xu Dongtian was too careless and merciful, and allowed the other party to take advantage of such a loophole.
As for the traitor Zhang Ran.
They are just chess pieces and knives of those old people in Rakshasa, poor people who are manipulated by others.
With his status, he would not argue with Zhang Ran, and he would have his own sect to deal with it.
But first, these people of Rakshasa must pay the price.
He didn't cause trouble with the chess pieces, so he lost his identity for nothing.
Now that he has met his true master, Master Chiyun will not be vague.
"The flaming waves..."
"Zhuo!"
The moment the technique was formed, the red light turned into red flames and the sword light exploded.
The iron-like rock walls were melted into boiling magma pools, and the bone spurs on the beams above their heads turned into burnt black boiling water.
The unstable blood cave suddenly turned into a piece of iron.
Of course, this was just a peripheral influence. The sword light was like a rotating hot little sun, blocking the escape path of the man in the fog in an instant.
"cut."
The fine light rotated and squeezed toward the center, slashing, and finally thousands of sword shadows condensed into one, directly cutting off the head of the man in the fog.
The spiritual creature in the fog was minced, and half of the golden elixir monk's life was wasted.
When he turned to escape, his head fell off his neck.
"Heart-cutting technique..."
The man in the fog roared unwillingly, and the Yin God immediately disintegrated into a shadow, and what came forward was the palm print with blazing flames.
One blow fell, and there were no more demons or monsters.
Tu Shanjun has only one thought: strong! "
too strong.
Jindan Shangxiu Yin Shen, who couldn't tell his strength, killed him as soon as he said it.
One blow seemed to be all-encompassing, and the physical body in which the spiritual creature resided and the Yin spirit residing in it were all destroyed.
This is Dongyuan City's guarding senior cultivator, Chiyun Zhenren of Wanfa Sect.
Da Zhenren in the late Jindan period.
Comparison just shows the difference.
Tu Shanjun estimated that as of now, even if he tried his best and had enough magic power, he would not be a match for this person.
Chi Yun's expression did not change. As far as his expression was concerned, it was as if he had just swatted an annoying bug to death.
He walked to Tushanjun's side, looked around, and glanced sideways at the Rakshasa Void Clan Jindan who was kneeling on the ground and disappearing, and then he slowly said: "Did you kill him?"
Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.
"Ancestor, he is my friend." Ding Xie hurriedly defended himself, and at the same time told him about Tu Shanjun's attack on the Rakshasa Void monks, hoping that his ancestor would understand that Tu Shanjun was not their enemy.
Master Chiyun glanced at Tushanjun.
Without the black robe to hide it, Tu Shanjun's appearance was revealed, especially his pair of ghostly horns and crazy red hair that were particularly eye-catching.
That look was like looking at the cunning friends one's own children had made.
Wanfa Sect does not claim to be a righteous sect, nor does it interfere with the interpersonal relationships of its disciples. However, as an elder of the sect, he is a bit more strict and scrutinizing towards strangers, especially those who are friends of the sect's disciples.
Especially if they are not of the same race.
As the saying goes, those who are not of my race must have different minds.
No matter what kind of monk the ghost cultivator was in life, they will be reborn after condensing the physical body. Some of them will become different people even if they have the memories of their own lives.
Dongyuan itself is a place where fish and dragons are mixed, and there is no guarantee that things deep in Dongyuan will not take advantage of their disciples to make a fuss.
Master Chiyun cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Thank you so much, fellow Taoist, for your help. Wanfa Sect will be generous in return."
"Don't dare, don't dare."
"As a friend of fellow Taoist Ding, I will never leave him alone." Da Zhenren was so polite that Tu Shanjun did not dare to accept the gift.
It was said that he saved the disciples of Wanfa Sect, but in fact it was Ding Xie who saved them.
Tu Shanjun didn't have this intention, and naturally he wouldn't take credit and pretend to be a great benefactor.
If possible, Tushanjun hopes that Master Chiyun will part ways with them quickly, lest others see his heel.
Tu Shanjun also saw the defensive intention of Master Chiyun. The other party did not ask for names and obviously did not want to involve more.
But the words are indeed not polite, Wanfa Sect will definitely repay him generously to express his gratitude.
"Fellow Taoist, I have some important matters to deal with later."
Master Chiyun did not bring the Wanfa Sect monks with him this time, and went to the ruins alone.
He was not afraid of Tushanjun's tricks.
A ghost cultivator in the early stage of the golden elixir who has lost his power cannot break his magic barrier at all.
The man's expression and words didn't seem to be fake.
The other party indeed has no ill intentions towards the disciples of Wanfa Sect.
If they go to the ruins, a more intense battle may break out, and the aftermath of the battle in a small space is not easy to deal with, so they are left in the blood cave.
When the sound reached Tushanjun's ears, Master Chiyun had already disappeared.
Such a short distance is enough for Master Jindan to walk back and forth in a few breaths.
In another chapter, some details were not handled well, so I will not publish it for now and will release it after revision.
Everyone, go to bed early and don't have to wait.