Chapter 202 The True Yin God

Chapter 202 The True Yin God

Chapter 202 The True Yin God

Now Li Wuxiang knows how he felt to others in the past – after just a few months, a Sword Sect Golden Core suddenly appeared out of nowhere!
But now Zhao Qi seems to be even more outrageous than him... The last time he was seen was at the foot of Yulun Mountain. At that time, he was watching the excitement in Lingshan. Two bumps appeared on his head and his body was covered with blood stains like scales. At that time, Li Wuxiang was not sure about his cultivation level, but since he dared to leave the ancient cave and was able to escape unscathed when being chased by ghosts and monsters, it seems that his cultivation level was very strong at that time.

What about before that? It seemed to be in Deyang, when I killed Zhao Kui and saved him. It has only been nearly three months since then... and now, his aura feels like that of a Jindan cultivator, or a Sword Sect level!
What did he do over there?

Li Wuxiang couldn't help himself, and stood where he was, asking in his mind: "Zhao Qi, what adventure did you have?"

"Hey, we are familiar with each other, but can you ask casually about cultivation? When you die, come to Lingshan, and I will accept you as my disciple. Hahaha, but I guess by then I will have become an immortal! I will have gone to the upper heaven!"

“I just think it’s amazing.”

After hearing this compliment, Li Wuxiang felt relaxed both physically and mentally, and almost laughed out loud - this was the feeling that Zhao Qi should have.

But his voice sounded more dignified: "Amazing? More than amazing!"

After a while, he said, "Forget it. Let me tell you something. I know you always look down on me, your master. I inherited the incense of a great god from ancient times! Eh? Didn't Zeng Jianqiu mention it to you?"

Since the Coffin City, we have been together less and less, and most of the time we met was at the critical moment of life and death, so there is really no time to reminisce.

"No."

"Hey, that guy is really good at hiding! Let me put it this way, my master, your great master, is a real dragon! The Ninth Young Master! You must have heard of some places called Dragon King Temple, right? Dragon King Temple Town, Dragon King Temple Village and so on. Aren't you curious about what kind of temple Dragon King Temple is? Ha, it was the place where the Ninth Young Master was enshrined when the Ye Dynasty was still around! A real dragon!"

It turns out that there are dragons in this world, and it's real. It sounds like the demon king who died in the war three thousand years ago, his remaining soul is still there, hiding in Lingshan. Zhao Qi's personality... Actually, it's pretty likable. Is he hooking up with that demon king?

Since it is said that there was a temple dedicated to the Dragon King in the past, I think it was from Taiyi's side...it should not be some evil spirit.

Li Wuxiang felt relieved and wanted to tell Zhao Qi to be careful, but he knew that if he really said that, Zhao Qi would be unhappy and think that he looked down on him, so he just said, "Wow."

"Wow? What does wow mean? Forget it, you don't have to be jealous of me, you are also amazing. Let's go, let's get down to business!"

As soon as Zhao Qi said he was leaving, Li Wuxiang felt his body tremble slightly, and the next moment he had moved his left foot slightly forward. He immediately held his breath and concentrated, and finally controlled his body.

Ordinary people would not have such a situation. Ordinary people have a body and soul, and if the external evil enters the body but fails to completely erode the mind, it cannot control the body. The external evil in his body also affected his mind, which made him want to cut off his hand.

But now he had the Golden Twist and was hiding in it, so this skin was now empty. In fact, strictly speaking, this skin should be a magic weapon - Zhao Qi was possessed by it, and it seemed like he was controlling the magic weapon.

"Don't move, don't show any flaws. Those guys over there are all smart people, all of them are golden elixirs, and they are more powerful than the previous Zhao Kui. We have to be careful."

Zhao Qi did not move. But when Li Wuxiang took a few steps, Zhao Qi suddenly asked, "Can you roll on the ground?"

"What?"

"Just roll around. You're a human being after all, so take off your clothes and roll around, and you'll be clean. You know, there's nothing in Lingshan, nothing to touch, it's really uncomfortable. Now that I'm out here, I feel how good it is to be alive, I always want to touch and rub against everything."

Li Wuxiang sighed, rubbed his hands, touched his arms, and then touched his face: "Just make do with it for now, don't bother, they are right ahead."

"and many more--"

"No rolling!"

"I'm telling you to change your clothes, change into something red, why are you in such a hurry with me?"

……

After taking the Death Pill, one will not be afraid of the Death Qi, but it will make people feel very uncomfortable. Especially since Tang Qilang had just vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, he could only feel the Death Qi scraping his throat with every breath, making him want to cough. However, even though he was holding the small sword in his hand, it seemed that without Li Wuxiang's Yuanying to suppress him, the Sword Sect's dead souls still appeared densely around him, forcing him to suppress his cough.

After waiting for a while, Tang Qilang couldn't help but lower his voice and said, "Could he have left on his own?"

Lu Huaiyuan leaned on his gun: "It's possible."

"Bah, I talked to you? Villain."

Lu Huaiyuan smiled and said, "You would have done the same if you were Brother Tang. You should still remember what the teachers said when you came here, right? I don't know what the Juque Sect said to Mou Tieshan, but my master told me that when dealing with swordsmen, you should use fewer tricks and speak directly. I just followed the teachings of my teachers--"

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly became stern. The gun was still leaning on the ground, but his body had stepped back half a step, causing the gun to tilt forward.

The other few people also gripped their weapons tightly and looked towards the other side of the thick fog.

Because in the thick fog, there was an extremely strong aura pressing down - it was hard to tell what it was, they had never experienced it before, but it made people feel a palpitation in their hearts and a tightness in their chests, as if a huge rock was about to fall down! But the next moment, they heard Li Wuxiang's voice.

"I thought about it, but it's not possible." His figure was hidden in the thick fog, and the few people could only make out his face and a red robe - a red robe? Why did he change his clothes?
"Senior...what's wrong?" Tang Qilang asked with a raised breath.

Li Wuxiang glanced at them from the side and said, "The souls in this mist are all from the past generations of the Sword Sect. I don't know how many people from the Xuan Sect have killed or injured in the past few days. Although I am no longer a disciple of the Sword Sect, I still have feelings for them. The rules of the Sword Sect are that if you see someone, you must offer a blood sacrifice."

So what is the significance of this red robe in blood sacrifice?

"senior……"

"No need to say more. It's just killing a few dozen people. They will only think it was the Sword Sect's doing and it has nothing to do with the Thirty-Six Sects."

Tang Qillang was about to speak when he suddenly saw a bloody shadow emerge from Li Wuxiang's body in the thick fog, soaring into the sky and shooting straight out of the thick fog!
It was at this moment that the feeling of being watched that had been hanging over the few people disappeared - Li Wuxiang turned around and said in a low voice: "Take the living pill, and leave!"

He has gone into a state of evil!
Several people stuffed the pills into their mouths and stared at the receding blood shadow. Only when it was completely out of sight did they breathe a sigh of relief - this was the real Yin God!
The Yin Gods of the Thirty-Six Sects are completely different from this. They all have the cultivation of the Golden Core, and when they are in their respective sects, their teachers will also send out Yin Gods to teach them. But the Yin Gods of the Thirty-Six Sects are hazy phantoms, and they can neither leave the physical body for too long nor leave the physical body within ten miles. This time, after seeing that blood shadow, I know what a real Yin God should look like... It looks almost like the Yang God in the sect!

Several people followed Li Wuxiang and rushed to the edge of the fog. The layout here was similar to where they came from, with tents lined up behind the talisman array. When they saw the scene clearly, they couldn't help but gasp - all the tents to the north were overturned and on fire. In the light of the fire, on the ground, there were all broken limbs, which must have been torn alive in the first sight!
But there were still some people alive - some were wailing on the ground, some were wandering aimlessly, looking like they were trying to find their weapons or where the enemy was. These people were also all stained with blood, and it was unclear whether it was their own or their companions' -

No! Tang Qilang found something wrong as soon as he took a look. It wasn't blood... at least not blood from the living world. The dirty blood on their bodies was hissing and misting. In the blink of an eye, the skin peeled off and the flesh festered. After running a few steps, the bones were exposed and they fell to the ground!
The defense line here seemed to have been blown up, and the surrounding mysterious lights lit up one after another, and countless shouts rang out. The waning moon and stars in the sky seemed to be alive, flickering and trembling, and swept forward - the night sky in the northwest several miles away was illuminated by a red light, and a red mist gradually rose from the place where it had passed before. It was re-emerging from the corpses that had fallen to the ground after being stained with dirty blood. Li Wuxiang knew the smell as soon as he smelled it -

This is the blood mist filled with resentment in Lingshan!
Li Wuxiang was also surprised. When Zhao Qi asked him to lead away the nearby monks, he readily agreed. He thought this guy was just bragging. But now it seems that his magical power is really amazing... Is the Dragon King he worships so powerful? !
There was chaos all around, and several people tore the blood-stained tents from the ground and put them on. So in the darkness and the firelight, for a moment they could not be distinguished from the panicked Xuanjiao disciples around them.

Li Wuxiang used the power of the elixir to transfer the murderous intent in his body to the flying sword. The small sword immediately turned red, covered with a layer of blood, hiding the golden light. He put the flying sword in his hand and shouted: "Follow me to the north!"

No one noticed them in the first few hundred steps. But when they were about to penetrate the defense line, the Xuanjiao disciples in the rear should have been organized and did not pursue in the northwest direction, but waited in a strict battle array. But there were mostly wounded people here, and there were few people, so the battle array was very weak. Two people guarding the front of the battle array saw Li Wushang rushing over first and were about to speak, but they saw a streak of blood flashing before their eyes, and a head flew into the sky.

Before the monks behind could react, Li Wuxiang had already rushed in. He was a bit of a germaphobe, and liked to pierce the brain with a flying sword when killing people. Unfortunately, Zhao Qi was too fancy now, so he had to learn from him. With his hands crossed and his body flashed, two big holes appeared on the torsos of the two people in front of him, and blood spurted out!

The skin of the Golden Cloud Realm, the golden elixir of the Small Tribulation Sword Sutra, the surprise attack in the night - Li Wuxiang rushed into the crowd like a tiger into a flock of sheep, and in an instant he killed through the formation of more than 30 people. The five people followed behind him, and did not use the magic of their own sect, but relied on the weapons in their hands to fill in the gaps and kill. In just a dozen breaths, they all passed through and ran a few dozen steps.

At this time, the northwest sky suddenly brightened - the sky was originally dark, but now the night seemed to be pasted on the sky. With a very crisp sound, a hole suddenly appeared in the sky.

This cut is like a scar on the night sky, but the scar is filled not with blood but with the scorching sun!

A brilliant ray of sunlight suddenly fell from the sky, enveloping the extremely bright red light. The blood mist immediately dissipated under the sunlight, and at the same time, Li Wuxiang first felt his skin go cold, and then there was a sharp pain as if it was burned by a raging fire - Zhao Qi must have been hit by the blazing sun!
The next moment, a scream came from his consciousness. It was Zhao Qi's.

But when he heard the scream, Li Wuxiang felt relieved - it meant that he had returned to Lingshan!
"How are you!?"

“Pain – pain – pain – so comfortable! Hahahaha!” Zhao Qi’s breath was much weaker than before, but his tone was extremely happy, “Did you see that? They were trying to summon the real spirit just now! Hahaha! Li Wuxiang, do you know what I’m capable of? I forced them to summon the real spirit! Hahahaha!”

"You're making too much of a scene. Didn't I tell you to hold back?!" Li Wuxiang said as he looked back - the surviving Xuanjiao monks behind him were shouting back and forth, and they didn't chase after him. But he knew they were probably sending messages, warning that there were powerful enemies around them.

Sure enough, the crack in the night sky trembled rapidly, and the edge quickly closed, and finally turned into the outline of an eye. The ray of scorching sun that pierced the night sky was shaking over the plains, and it was about to sweep over here -

However, in the southeast, in the direction of Yulun Mountain, a column of black smoke suddenly shot up into the sky in the night, and in an instant it spread out into a large mass of dark clouds, covering a small piece of the sky!

It’s not “direction”…it’s Yulun Mountain!
The entire peak of Yulun Mountain seemed to have turned into a volcano, but what erupted was not molten lava, but...

Deadly!

It should be dead air!
The eye in the night sky that was originally about to scan over here stopped moving towards this side, and immediately moved to that side. The Xuanjiao monks behind them no longer bothered to look at them, and also shifted their attention over there, with expressions of extreme horror on their faces!

...What's going on over there!?
Why is there a dead air coming out?!
But Li Wuxiang didn't have time to think about it at this time, and just shouted again: "Let's go!"

He led a few people and ran for more than ten miles in one breath, then turned west and walked a few more miles before turning north and slowly slowing down his pace.

After entering a forest, Li Wuxiang stopped and couldn't help looking in the direction of Yulun Mountain. Even here, he could still see the far horizon through the gaps between the trees - it was completely covered by the deathly aura, and even the stars in the sky could not be seen.

How could there be——

This thought popped up in his mind again. But he only thought halfway when he saw the expressions of the people behind him - especially Tang Qilang, who looked at him differently than before, with a lot more fear in his eyes, as if he was a monster that would devour people at night!

Li Wuxiang frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing... nothing." Tang Qilang said in a low voice. But when he saw that Li Wuxiang's eyes had not moved away from him, he forced a smile and said, "I just... know why you went to Yulun Mountain before. It's really... really... your cultivation is so profound, no, so profound!"

(End of this chapter)