“Die!”
The voice of the Holy Fire Master resounded, and the fingers burning with flames bent for a moment, and the corners of the scholar's mouth suddenly curved up into a smile as his palm was held.
"Um?!"
The expression of Shenghuo Mingzun froze, and the body was clenched in the hands of the Dharma. The outline of a human figure floated out from the smiling scholar, and the sword body that was originally shining with Dharma light also made a long dragon roar, and also separated a phantom of the sword.
—The sword intent of all laws, the sword of the soul!
Lu Liangsheng's soul held the Yuelong Dragon Soul, pierced through the flames, and passed through the giant palm unhindered, instantly leaving a series of soul afterimages that flashed past the body of Shenghuo Mingzun.
Well…
The flames flickered, and the body filled with fire spirit energy stood still, with eyes wide open. As the scholar flashed by, behind the Holy Fire Master, his soul flew backwards, pulled out of the body, and floated in the air.
'This scholar...'
The soul was speechless. Saint Fire Master looked at his own body standing there motionless. The fire spirit energy lost its consciousness and the flames gradually dissipated. He was very angry. Even though his soul was pierced out of his body by a sword, his cultivation was still there, but most of it remained in his body. But so what? If he was like this, the scholar whose soul had left his body would probably not have an easy time either.
The world and the surrounding environment are different in the perspective of the soul. The gray vision shifts to the back, and the sky and the earth are windy and howling. The scholar floating over there is holding up a sword spirit to prevent himself from being blown away by the wind.
Lu Liangsheng's figure was ethereal and vague, and the strong wind blowing through his soul brought a slight tingling sensation. He raised his vague face slightly and looked at the soul of Shenghuo Mingzun who was slightly below him.
The magic power spoke softly with words that only souls can communicate with each other:
"Where is the demon soul that Tianzhi captured? And my master's things..."
“Haha, haha!”
The Holy Fire Master waved his arm, his gray beard rose, and the magic power contained in his soul forced away the surrounding strong winds, and his body slowly rose to the same level as the scholar.
"You mean the big centipede? I gave it away. As for your master's things, I don't even know who your master is..."
Before he finished speaking, the dragon soul in Lu Liangsheng's hand trembled slightly, and words came out.
"Big Beard, didn't my demon spirit chant for you? If you mind, you'd better listen."
"Shut up."
Lu Liang was afraid that it would never stop talking, so he shook his wrist, shouted softly, and cast his gaze towards Ming Zun opposite him again. There was something he had always wanted to figure out.
"The Fire Prayer Cult set up the Earthly Evil Fire to cause a severe drought in Liangzhou, causing millions of people to suffer. They also plundered women, children, demon souls, and spiritual essences from all directions. What exactly do they want to do?"
On the other side, upon hearing the scholar's question, Holy Fire Mingzun closed his eyes, then opened them again after a moment: "This is not something you can hear, but I have a kind heart, so I will give you a word."
He paused, raised his face slightly, let his beard gently flutter in the wind, and looked at the gray night sky and mountains.
"There are three disasters and five calamities in the cultivation of Taoism, and there are five declines of heaven and man. Only by overcoming the disasters can one be recognized by the way of heaven and live as long as heaven. There is another way to achieve longevity. This is what I do."
Hearing this answer, Lu Liangsheng pursed his lips tightly and spoke for a long time.
“Sacrificing to the living in order to satisfy one’s own desires, without cultivating the Way and the mind, how can one survive the Three Calamities and Five Disasters, how can one survive the Five Decays of the Heavenly Beings?”
“Haha, you, a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, dare to teach me a lesson?” Holy Fire Mingzun laughed and suddenly raised his finger to the gray sky.
"I have been practicing Taoism longer than you. I have personally seen practitioners who have not survived the three disasters and five calamities. Even if they have survived, the five decays of heaven and man will befall them after one or two hundred years. Have you seen how miserable they are? They are old and frail, walking like rotten wood, and even need to be fed water!!! What the hell are you looking for to become an immortal? It's better for you to be like me, offering sacrifices to human spirits and gaining freedom."
Lu Liangsheng shook his head and held the Yuelong Sword in his hand.
"So you regard people as food, and all living things as condiments? My master once said that cultivating the Tao is like cultivating oneself. Even if you can't survive the disaster you mentioned, at least you have a clear conscience and a clear conscience before the heaven and earth. Otherwise, what's the difference between you and those mountain bandits and road bullies?"
"hehe."
Holy Fire Master simply chuckled, and neither side said anything more. At that moment, a mysterious yellow aura flashed under the feet of the two men, and a Yin-Yang Bagua formation diagram unfolded, emitting a magical light.
"Old Lu, get out of the way!"
That was the Taoist's voice shouting. Lu Liangsheng collected the Yuemiao Dragon Soul and turned away. Sun Yingxian, with her Taoist bun disheveled and her face covered in dust, performed a Taoist magic.
"What do you mean by 'Ming Zun'? I am not as good as you in terms of cultivation, but now you are a living soul, I am good at defeating you—"
Yuanshen is also a kind of living soul. Although it has magic power, it is still in the state of soul. When Shenghuo Mingzun saw the Yin-Yang Bagua generated below, he had no time to leave. The Bagua Xuanhuang light beam trapped him in mid-air like a cage, and gathered magic power to push him upwards.
"Sh ...
What was heard was burning white smoke rising from his palm.
"Uhhh—"
Holy Fire Master swung his hands and let out a scream. He didn't know when it started. He hadn't felt such pain for a long time. He was careless for a moment and fell into the trap of the two juniors.
There was anger in his eyes, and he rushed towards the Bagua Xuanhuang Qi.
"You want to leave, have you asked the Taoist priest?!"
With the help of the barrier, Sun Yingxian and a group of fire-praying believers avoided the thunder disaster and entered the Golden Core Realm. At this time, his magic power was much stronger than before. He threw a few talismans between his fingers, and the mysterious energy flew in all directions.
"Imperial decree, offer sacrifice to the gods and ghosts of all directions, and listen to my words!"
On the eight pieces of talisman paper, the seal script of the word "Chi" written in cinnabar lit up with magical light, and all of them shot out light to hit the Eight Trigrams Xuanhuang Qi. The two Taoist magics merged, and the spirit of the Holy Fire Mingzun trapped in the middle seemed to be on fire. He struggled and roared in mid-air, and his soul became unstable in an instant.
'Two cowardly youngsters—'
His soul was trapped, but some of his cultivation was still retained above him. As he struggled, he attracted the surrounding spiritual energy, and the Taoist priest who was setting up the formation below was also feeling uncomfortable.
"Old Lu!"
After years of tacit understanding, when Lu Liangsheng heard the Taoist's voice, the Yuelong in his hand suddenly rang, and his body turned into a ray of deep blue in the air. The Taoist's magic formula was suddenly withdrawn, and the Eight Trigrams Xuanhuang Qi disappeared. Shenghuo Mingzun turned around, and his eyes were full of deep blue magic light.
A sword pierced through his body.
"cut!"
The sound of the Dharma sound echoed in the air, and the deep blue light converged into the sword. Lu Liangsheng held the sword in one hand, wearing a green and white robe and standing above the mountain gate, slowly turning his face.
In the peripheral vision, the soul of Holy Fire Mingzun, who was frozen in place, was shaken, and half of his waist seemed to be torn apart, and even the air nearby showed a trace of cutting.
He moved his lips with difficulty and tried hard to look back at the scholar. His spirit suddenly dispersed and turned into star-like lights, which were blown away by the strong wind between heaven and earth.
Lu Liangsheng's consciousness sank, and his soul became blurred. Upon seeing this, the Taoist bit his finger, quickly drew a talisman and shot it into the air, using his magic power to pull the scholar's blurred soul back into his body.
However, without Lu Liangsheng's consciousness, the Taoist struggled with the strong wind of heaven and earth, and his face turned red as he looked at the two people and the toad not far from the mountain gate, baring his bloody teeth and shouting:
“Help me!!”
Over there, Yan Chixia, who was putting out the flames on Lu Liangsheng's body, quickly flipped his fingers and used his magic power to connect to Lu Liangsheng's soul in mid-air. The Toad Taoist puffed up his cheeks, and in an instant, his head swelled up, and he opened his mouth wide and sucked hard.
hiss~~
Taking a deep breath, the two of them used their Taoist magic to pull the suspended soul back and send it into the body on the ground.
Sun Yingxian swallowed her breath, ran over, rummaged through her yellow cloth pocket, took out a calming talisman, and stuck it on the pale-faced Lu Liangsheng's forehead. On the other side, a tree demon with mottled burn marks on his body, his black hair disheveled, stumbled down in a panic.
"Old demon, old demon!"
She lay on the scholar's chest and reached out to stroke his face. Seeing no response, she slightly opened her red lips and moved closer. The Taoist opened his mouth slightly, wanting to stop her, but the toad pushed his face away with its webbed feet.
"This is to help Liang Sheng breathe, why are you panicking!?"
“I know…” The Taoist curled his lips, watching the tree demon approach Lu Liangsheng’s lips, gently blowing out a breath, and then bit his lips twice with envy.
Mumbling: "I don't know... what it feels like..."
Over there, the angry tree demon saw that the scholar's complexion was gradually getting better and more rosy, and a beautiful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He stood up, swirled his skirt, and turned into a spiritual root tree and fell on Lu Liangsheng's abdomen.
"Don't take me away, and don't touch the old demon..."
After hearing this from the wood stem, the place fell silent. Knowing that Lu Liangsheng was fine, Yan Chixia and Zuo Zhengyang breathed a sigh of relief. The sky was dim and the two were exhausted. They sat down on the ground, looking at the attic pavilion immersed in darkness around them, as well as the body of Shenghuo Mingzun lying not far away, without any intention to ask anything.
He dropped his weapon with a clang and lay down on the ground, closing his eyes sleepily. Sleepiness swept over him like a tidal wave and engulfed everything.
Sun Yingxian ran to the distant waterside pavilion to search and pick among the corpses. Toad Taoist priest, holding the purple gold gourd, sat beside his disciple and sighed.
"You good-for-nothing, wait until your injury is healed before coming back. Your master is not in a hurry for those stolen things..."
"Nice guy..."
Toad repeated the sentence again, sitting beside him and muttering to himself.
As the night deepened, the restless mountains gradually returned to their former tranquility. The residual power of the thunder and magic power was still there, making the foothills still dead silent under the night.
In the quiet mountain wall, there is a room with a different world. A jade bead placed in a secret place swirls with fire, rolls slowly, and falls to the ground from its hiding place.
The green jade beads rolled in and turned into a fiery red color.
'Hehe... I have lived for so long, but it is not so easy for me to die. A wisp of my soul is deposited on this spiritual bead. As long as I reach Wu Se Manor, I can come back...'
This was a treasure he had obtained from Wuse Manor. He deposited a wisp of his own soul in it. Even if his soul was destroyed, as long as the deposited wisp was still there, his consciousness could return. However, there was a flaw in the soul-storing bead. Shenghuo Mingzun knew very well that the deposited soul could not survive for long and had to be rebuilt before the magic power in the bead was exhausted.
The soul-sending bead sank into the rock, followed the earth veins through the soil layers, and flew quickly to the west. On the surface, the foothills, plains, and towns were all left far behind.
'Wuse Village is far to the west of Chang'an, in the boundless mountains...'
As the jade beads flew back and forth at a rapid speed, their color became increasingly dim. In desperation, Holy Fire Master gave up on his journey and emerged from the ground. The sky was now dark and dim, and it was gradually getting brighter.
With a light click, the soul-carrying bead that had drilled out of the ground fell onto the fallen leaves on the mountain path. In the dark blue sky, a strange color of green and red glowed faintly.
'If I continue on my journey, I will surely lose my last soul. It is better to rely on passers-by. When they see the jade beads here, they will definitely come here to take advantage of the opportunity... Hehe...'
Soon, from the end of the distant mountain path, a few lanterns swayed over. Within the range of the swaying light, there were five scholars carrying bookshelves on their backs, hurrying along their way.