Chapter 229 The beginning
The moonlight is vast.
It's midnight.
The silver gauze fell on Tushanjun's black robe, without any reflection of light, as if a black hole contained it all.
"I heard that the young master of Yangcheng is looking for a ghost cultivator wearing a black robe. He must be your Excellency."
The ancestor of the Ding family shifted his gaze to Tu Shanjun.
Although the gloomy aura is restrained, it still gives people a sense of horror, as if they are in darkness when they look directly at the other person, and the five senses and six consciousnesses are suppressed.
There was an acquaintance in the past, and the Eighth Young Master from Yangcheng sent someone to inquire, so Ding Chuanli wrote it down.
Hearing this, Tu Shanjun's eyes narrowed.
If there was anyone he least wanted to be associated with, it was Yangcheng.
In this already precarious situation, there is no guarantee what the other party will do.
Just like a terminally ill person, he will always go crazy in order to survive.
What's more, facing Jin Dan in the later stage has already made Tu Shanjun nervous enough, and the person in charge of Yangcheng is at the peak of Jin Dan.
It is said that he is the first person under the Nascent Soul. This kind of old monster makes people shudder just thinking about it.
‘Is Yang City disturbing my mind? ’
Thoughts flashed across his mind, but Tu Shanjun was not affected at all.
Not to mention that Yangcheng didn't know that they had arrived at Beiluo Mountain. Even if the ancestor of the Ding family passed the news, it would take a lot of effort given the distance.
It is unrealistic to expect the first person under Nascent Soul to fly away.
"The answer will be revealed when you are all bound."
As soon as the cold voice sounded, the seal in his hand was already formed.
"Stewardship!"
The wind rustled, and the shadow of the sword rang under the moon.
Tens of thousands of sword shadows condensed in the darkness, flashing coldly under the moonlight.
The storm was approaching, and coercion burst out from Tu Shanjun's body. A vacuum seemed to be formed in the small courtyard, squeezing out all the monks.
The clan elders at the gate of the courtyard were already panicking.
Once the Golden Core cultivator takes action, disaster will follow for hundreds of thousands of miles around, and maybe the entire Beiluoshan Mountain will be overthrown.
"The Qi Family Formation?"
"quick……"
The clan elders were pushing and trying to use escape techniques to leave.
How could Tushanjun give them this opportunity?
The ghost horns on the forehead meander together to form vertical eye patterns, the complex large snowflake pattern on the top of the head unfolds, and the ground patterns under the feet touch.
The realm of ignorance is open.
All the surrounding monks were accommodated.
"disease!"
The transformation of the ghost hand caused the sword shadow to gallop towards the ancestor of the Ding family and at the same time cover the elder of the Foundation Establishment clan who was unfolding his spell at the entrance of the small courtyard.
It would be better to say that Tu Shanjun’s original intention was to abolish all the foundation-building monks of the Ding family first.
It would be even better if we invite the ancestor of the Ding family to return reinforcements and let him attack.
The ancestor of the Ding family had a stern look, crossed his hands, and turned his fingers into the shape of a lotus seal. The mana barrier turned into a white lotus, and the petals immediately flew away and turned into a hard shield, blocking the condensed sword shadow of the sword control technique.
The sound of jingling gold and stone can be heard endlessly.
Tu Shanjun's attack was restrained, and he started with a simple test, and he had no intention of wreaking havoc.
Everything looks just right.
The ancestor of the Ding family looked solemnly, because the black-robed ghost cultivator had already appeared in front of him.
The moment he was enveloped by the two layers of extended lines, Ding Chuanli felt that this was the worst decision he had ever made. Stepping into the realm of ignorance was as if the other party had seen through his next move.
"escape."
"disease."
The escaping light flickered, and Ding Chuanli flew over the sea of clouds.
The corner of Tushanjun's mouth curled up into a smile, and this move was exactly what he wanted. Then it turned into black escaping light and chased after him.
He is not worried about Ding Xie in the small courtyard.
With his peak cultivation level and the magical treasure Soul Flag as his companion, even the Golden Pill cultivator can't help Ding Xie now. The strength of the Yin God in the soul flag has regressed compared to when he was alive, and he cannot withstand the numerical advantage.
Now is definitely not a good time for them to mess with Ding Xie.
…
The sky is cloudy.
The churning mist condensed into thick lumps.
"Why do you need to wade into troubled waters, Fellow Daoist Li? The souls of Sanbao's father and mother are not in my hands."
"I believe that Fellow Daoist Li's weight in San Bao's heart can make him give up the pursuit of the soul."
"Just keep going..."
"Do you think this is the right thing to do, Fellow Daoist Ding?" Tu Shanjun said something rare, but it was just a rhetorical question.
Seeing Ding Chuanli's silence, Tu Shanjun said calmly: "Don't let anyone know anything, only keep it secret, and say a few words in a hazy way. It's really irritating."
"Either you say it or you don't say anything at all."
Tu Shanjun did not continue to argue. He was already past the age of pursuing secrets, and he knew how to protect himself wisely and avoid causing trouble.
However, some things cannot be compromised.
What's more, Mr. Tushan has a habit of helping relatives but not taking care of others.
A wave.
Jianwan turned into a long shadow and surrounded Tushanjun.
When the sword control skills started, the sword light flew like a scaled fish leaping in the clouds.
Ding Chuanli nodded slightly: "Okay, I haven't competed with anyone since I became a golden elixir, so let me see the strength of the ghost cultivator."
"Green Lotus Method."
A lotus platform appears at the foot, with a total of twenty-nine petals inside and outside.
Even the Taoist robes on his body are covered with patterns, which are connected with the aura of the lotus platform at his feet.
Ding Chuanli flipped his wrist, and the bracelet on his wrist bloomed with cyan light, and the opening opened into a cyan rhizome shape, turning into a magic sword with cyan light flowing.
The lotus rhizome is used as the handle, and the small lotus platform is used as the sword block.
The eight-sided prism turned into sword light, which only made people's eyes sting.
Although the Ding family in Beiluoshan is a prominent family, there are not many magic weapons in the family.
The intact magic weapon is always in Ding Chuanli's body.
"go!"
Jianwan collided with the Qinglian magic weapon, and Tushanjun took two steps back with a look of surprise in his eyes.
That magic weapon is indeed extraordinary, it should be an excellent thing.
"burst."
With the thought, the black and red blood attached to the sword pill suddenly condensed into a human shape.
Boom.
The aftermath of the explosion evaporated the surrounding fog clouds, and also caused a huge distance between the two suspended figures.
The sword pill and Qinglian magic weapon are separated at the touch.
When it was returned to the hand, the sword pill had two shallow cracks. This top-quality magic weapon was no match for the magic weapon at all. It just changed into this shape after a collision. If the struggle continued for a few rounds, it would be scrapped.
The green lotus magic weapon hovered beside Ding Chuanli, and Ding Chuanli's eyes were filled with distress.
He had been blasted by a spell just now, causing blood and stains to splash up, dimming the aura of the magic weapon a lot, and he couldn't help but feel distressed.
The spirit demon blood killing technique uses Tu Shanjun's ghost blood, so its power is naturally incomparable.
And with Tu Shanjun's research and development of the technique, the blood killing technique has become more convenient, and it can have an unexpected effect in a fight. Especially if the ghost blood is hung on the flying sword in advance, it can catch the opponent off guard.
Tushanjun raised his head and glanced at the sky. The dusk was light.
It's time to end this battle.
Whether it is testing, fighting with spells, or using magic weapons, the ancestor of the Ding family behaves as if he had just entered the golden elixir.
Tu Shanjun shouldn't have evaluated the opponent in this way, but he killed a golden elixir from the Rakshasa Void Clan and gained experience using Wenpo, so he dominated the battle from beginning to end, and also held a faint edge.
But in the final analysis, the most basic battle between the Golden Core monks is their respective legal domains.
"Tiandao Seal!"
"The gods understand the realm of death."
…
"Tiandao Seal."
"Purple Mansion grows green lotus."
The two people's Dao Seals were executed at the same time.
Black light and green light bloomed separately.
The huge green lotus shadow appeared behind Ding Chuanli, swaying and fluttering, and the originally illusory ground solidified.
A splicing of flipped black light and blooming blue light.
It formed a huge spherical shape, hanging 10,000 meters high in the sky.
Battles within the legal domain have minimal impact on the world and will not cause huge damage. Everything is within controllable limits.
This is also a common method used by Jindan monks to fight.
To prevent the battle from spreading hundreds of thousands of miles away.
Tu Shanjun's expression was calm, and it was only normal to understand the realm of law. After all, this was the strongest method and the most basic foundation of the Golden Core cultivator.
However, Ding Chuanli's eyes were filled with horror.
Qinglian behind him was trembling.
The noisy wind stopped, the rolling clouds were frozen, and there was something lurking in the darkness.
Ding Chuanli raised his hand, and cold hairs stood on the back of his hand.
The share captured by Qingguang was only 30%, and even the Zifu that should have been transformed was only half, and the large lotus pond was swallowed up by the black light.
"call."
Candles were lit, clustered like stairs.
"Lend me your life."
"Boom!!"
The huge shrine fell from the sky, instantly crushing the half-condensed Zi Mansion. The shrine on the ruins completely enveloped the swaying green lotus.
"Fellow Taoist, please..."
When the words came to his lips, Tushanjun suddenly realized that Ding Xie had not agreed to kill the ancestor of the Ding family.
So he swallowed the second half of the sentence he was planning.
"That's all."
"broken."
…
The fight lasted only a few seconds, so it actually didn't last long.
The clan elders in front of the courtyard originally wanted to activate the mountain-protecting formation, but they were told by their ancestors to wait first.
Looking inside the door, the black-robed ghost cultivator and the ancestor rose into the sky, leaving only Ding Xie staying where he was.
"I propose to take down Ding Xie, and the problem will be solved naturally."
"Aren't you afraid that the Golden Pill cultivator will question you?"
"Third uncle, can't we just sit back and wait for death?"
"I think some persuasion might have some effect. The seventh uncle is dead, and the rest of us don't owe him Ding Xie anything."
"..."
A long silence followed.
They took action three years ago. Although most people did not take action, they all understood the consequences of doing so.
If we fight in the hinterland, I'm afraid Beiluo Mountain is too high and I want to flatten it by dozens of feet.
"If you want me to say..."
Just as he started talking, he saw a figure falling from the sky.
"Boom."
He fell to the ground and staggered a few steps before he regained his balance. Everyone's eyes widened when they looked at him.
They all exclaimed in unison: "Ancestor!"
The person with disheveled hair who was blasted into the clouds was none other than Ding Chuanli.
Ding Chuanli slightly cupped his hands: "I lost."
"ah?!"
"How could Ancestor..."
"..."
Everyone looked at each other with indescribable astonishment. Even if they were defeated, how could it happen so quickly?
But looking at the looks of both sides, it was obvious that they were defeated miserably.
Tu Shanjun's expression hidden under his hood did not change, he just stood quietly beside Ding Xie.
Ding Xie walked out of the door and sent a message to Tu Shanjun.
Then he looked at the ancestor of the Ding family: "The soul is back."
"Come with me."
Ding Chuanli did not continue the ink, put down a word, and with a wave of magic power, these aging Foundation Establishment Clan's Escape Lights flew north towards the setting mountains.
Tu Shanjun and Ding Xie also followed.
Tu Shanjun also conveniently used great magic power to condense the magic circle to seal the courtyard to prevent other monks from sneaking in.
All the objects were frozen, which happened to protect the soulless corpses of Ding Xie's parents in the courtyard.