Chapter 112

"What did you d..."

Bang bang bang bang...!

Zhenjiang King didn't finish his words before Ji Xiang's figure vanished in front of him, and he was immediately struck by firearms!

The barrage of shots riddled his flesh. As a Yellow Court cultivator who hadn't completed the transformation to the pre-heavenly state, he still possessed a post-heavenly body, not yet strong enough to withstand bombs.

Ji Xiang unleashed the full power of his Five Thunder Divine Cannons, suppressing the opponent with a rate of fire that shouldn't exist on such weapons! But Zhenjiang King was no pushover. Although he lacked the identity of a divine general, he was still a great cultivator, unlike those Ming Dynasty forbidden soldiers whose cultivation relied on their divine general status!

Seeing the opponent's rising momentum, he suddenly broke through the firearm suppression, soared into the sky, and flew towards him!

The Five Thunder Divine Cannons began to smoke. Ji Xiang shook them, stuck them in his belt, and then tossed the large Buddhist prayer beads from his neck into the air, chanting the Buddhist six-syllable mantra. The beads immediately erupted with a brilliant light, and a lion's roar echoed through the heavens and earth!

"Manjushri Sutra Lecture, Mount Wutai's Fearless Lion Roar!"

Zhenjiang King was shocked. How could a Daoist throw out Buddhist beads, chant the six-syllable mantra, and then unleash the Fearless Lion Roar?

No, this was just the roar sealed within the Buddhist beads, activated by the six-syllable mantra!

The giant lion's roar locked him in place, preventing him from advancing!

However, he was only stunned for a moment by the lion's roar. A single strand of power sealed within a magical artifact couldn't harm him. At most, it could only cause a slight obstruction to an earth immortal, let alone a Yellow Court cultivator. After a brief instant, everything returned to normal!

The Buddhist beads shattered, the light faded, and the lion's roar gradually disappeared.

In the end, it was just an ordinary magical artifact collected by the Mí Lóng Casino. If there were truly great monks of high cultivation, they wouldn't be easily deceived by Mí Lóng.

"That scared me! It's just an ordinary magical artifact, making such a fierce display."

He spat in disdain, but it was precisely during that instant that Ji Xiang's killing move had taken shape.

Zhenjiang King turned his head.

A bloody hole appeared in the center of his brow, growing larger and larger until his entire head was shattered!

Ji Xiang's thoughts raced, and the great divine power was unleashed!

As long as you pause for an instant, several dozen breaths will pass, and by the time you catch your breath, the divine sword will have annihilated your body and soul!

The body fell, but the nascent soul did not leave. Ji Xiang immediately realized:

"Not good, this is an incarnation!"

Zhenjiang King's voice came from the void, slightly horrified:

"Who exactly are you, and what was that just now?"

"Forget it, once I kill you and search your soul, I'll know. A mere Sixth Realm cultivator can actually fight several rounds with a Yellow Court immortal like me. You are definitely not simple!"

"And you, aren't you going to help! I think it must be this person!"

After speaking to Ji Xiang, Zhenjiang King transmitted his voice to the heavens and earth. Among the rivers and raging winds, those great cultivators who had been watching Ji Xiang without taking action now made their move:

"Why so anxious? We weren't sure. What if we killed the wrong person? If some fortune-telling expert found out, our reputation would be ruined."

"This person is carrying a pile of magical artifacts, dressed like a Mount Lü sorcerer. Who doesn't know that Mount Lü is a bunch of mad dogs? Every attack is either you die or I die. Who wants to provoke them!"

These great cultivators had been observing the struggle between the two sides. When they saw that Zhenjiang King's incarnation had been instantly killed, they realized the seriousness of the matter.

An incarnation above the nascent soul realm could only be created up to four times. Each loss meant losing a portion of the Yang Soul realm cultivation, and it would take a long time to re-condense.

In Ji Xiang's eyes, the identities and cultivation of these people were reflected, including the previous Zhenjiang King. The Inner Vision Divine Tablet provided descriptions one by one, and only now did he have the time to check.

Zhenjiang King had six dangerous spells, but Ji Xiang thought that at this time, there was no need to worry about how to break the spells. There were too many enemies, so of course he had to open the Heavenly Gate, and kill them all in one fell swoop!

If he couldn't kill them, he would die. But he wouldn't die anyway, he would just get up and resurrect, so in the end, he would still win.

"Zhenjiang King, Ming Dynasty divine general, Lord of the Jinshan River Palace in the Three Rivers Prefecture, Yellow Court cultivation, seized the Yang energy of thirty-two extremely Yin women, and has fallen into the evil path..."

"Mount Opener Daoist, Yellow Court cultivation, great Dharma master of Zhongnan Mountain, one of the Ten Yellow Courts of Chongyang Palace, skilled in hand seals, life-bound body refining, half-sword immortal."

"God Wall Master, Nascent Soul cultivation, great Dharma master of the East Flower Sect, one of the Four Nascent Souls of the Heavenly Purity Temple, skilled in Yin Talisman arts, talisman practitioner."

"Crimson Flame Immortal, Nascent Soul cultivation, Fire Dao refiner of the Dragon Gate Sect, one of the Four Nascent Souls of Cloud Nest Mountain, skilled in alchemy, fire controller."

"White Yang Master, Nascent Soul cultivation, high merit Dharma master of the Mount Sui Sect, one of the Six Nascent Souls of the Canghai Temple among the various palaces and temples of Mount Lao, skilled in body refining, Dharma master."

These people were all great Dharma masters from famous sects. The Inner Vision Divine Tablet rarely showed their true names, unless they were wearing a disguise.

These people, in this world of sun and moon, could be considered righteous, and among the Three Sects, Nine Daos, and Twenty-six Schools, they were all figures with influence.

If a normal person killed these people, they would definitely be found out and blamed.

Who would have thought that people from the righteous path would collude with demons?

But unfortunately, Ji Xiang wasn't a normal person. Not only would he kill them, but he would also spit on them afterward.

Who cares about the righteous or evil path, they're not good people anyway. I've already killed the incarnation of Emperor Taizu of Song, and I've broken the soul of Emperor Taizu of Qing at Meridian Gate. There's no one in this world I wouldn't dare to kill.

"These Daoists collude with demons, truly shameless."

Ji Xiang sighed, and several great cultivators heard him. White Yang Master laughed and said, "Everyone, this demon actually insults us, reversing black and white. It's truly laughable."

Crimson Flame Immortal said, "This demon was able to break Zhenjiang King's divine power, but we don't have divine power, we have pure cultivation bodies, so we don't need to be afraid of his white smoke! Also, that red command flag that this demon used to unleash fire looks pretty good. After this demon dies, the flag is mine!"

He held a small cauldron in his hand. When the lid was opened, a raging fire spewed out, covering the river below. The river had just calmed down, but now it was covered in flames again. The other great cultivators didn't dare to let Crimson Flame Immortal fight Ji Xiang alone, and they attacked together!

"Kill!"

The Mount Opener Daoist's voice was loud. He pressed down a hand seal. The dual cultivation of body and soul in the Complete Perfection Dao made his Qi and blood as vast as a ferocious beast. When the hand seal fell, it was a fierce sword technique!

The sword technique represented holding a sword to kill demons or break through obstacles. It was a fierce killing technique. Although the Mount Opener Daoist wasn't a sword immortal, using the Qi and blood of the Complete Perfection Dao to perform the sword technique was no less fierce than an ancient sword immortal!

The God Wall Master cast a talisman, while White Yang Master released a red aura from his forehead. This was an ancient body-refining technique. Emperor Wu of Han used this method. At night, he would store the red aura, which would enter his body from the Heavenly Gate, turning into fire in his brain to burn his body. The body and fire would shine together. This was also called body refining.

When it was time to use it, this red aura would fly out and change unpredictably, a wonderful method in battle!

Another wonderful use of body refining was to imitate the forms and spirits of many people. After refining them for one's own use, such as refining the form and spirit of a sword immortal, even if one hadn't learned sword immortal techniques, using the form of a sword immortal could allow one to wield a sword, ride the wind, and slay enemies with flying swords!

"Your form and spirit will belong to me!"

White Yang Master's eyes were greedy. The red aura transformed into a cloud as vast as the sky, covering the surrounding rivers for several miles, making it impossible for Ji Xiang to escape.

The river surged, and a great cultivator flew out, none other than another Yang Soul incarnation of Zhenjiang King. He stood on the river, and all the undying demons and ghosts gathered behind him.

The scene was extremely grand.

Ji Xiang saw these people rushing to kill him greedily, and he laughed. He stepped back a few steps, and his face gradually turned ferocious, beginning to transform into Marshal Tian Peng. He was about to open the Heavenly Gate and instantly kill all these people.

But at this moment, a vast magical power fluctuated. In the river, the immortal corpse that had been dragged into the river palace by the surrounding river palace demon soldiers suddenly opened its eyes in the depths of the river!

"Bang!"

A pale hand reached out from the water and grabbed Zhenjiang King's incarnation's ankle, then gently squeezed.

The second Yang Soul incarnation was crushed into nothingness before it could even join the battle!

Following that, a white rainbow pierced through the sky, and the sharp cry of a blade directly pierced through two of the four great cultivators!

Crimson Flame Immortal and God Wall Master's bodies were struck by a blade aura, causing great damage to their bodies. Their spells were also interrupted, and they were immediately shocked. The next blade aura had already appeared. The Mount Opener Daoist turned his head and struck the opponent with a sword finger!

The sword finger and the blade aura intersected. The sword aura on the sword finger shattered, and two lines of blood with gaping wounds almost severed his fingers!

The Mount Opener Daoist was surprised. He looked at the great river. At this time, the female immortal corpse actually appeared on the river. Although her open eyes showed that she still had no consciousness, her body actually began to move on its own!

"Crap, the corpse liberation immortal is about to return!"

"White Yang Master, quickly use your body-refining technique to find the nascent soul. The nascent soul of this corpse liberation immortal should be very powerful and easy to find! Intercept her before her nascent soul returns, don't let her spirit and flesh combine!"

"Zhenjiang King, can you still fight!"

The Mount Opener Daoist spoke continuously. At this time, another Yang Soul incarnation rushed out from under the river!

"This is my third incarnation! What exactly is going on!"

Zhenjiang King almost vomited blood. He was getting married, but for some reason, he was being disturbed. Now he had actually lost two Yang Soul incarnations, and the worst thing was that this female corpse liberation immortal was about to return!

Was it caused by that one blade just now?

The blade was a beacon, the bait to lure the nascent soul back?

At this time, the female immortal corpse discovered the reappearing Zhenjiang King and was about to attack again. The other great cultivators actually couldn't care about Ji Xiang for a moment and rushed to help!

White Yang Master looked at that side, then looked at Ji Xiang:

"I'll take this kid's form and spirit first, then look for the woman's nascent soul!"

So he descended and entangled Ji Xiang with a huge red aura. The red aura enveloped Ji Xiang, and White Yang Master immediately smiled:

"Your form and spirit are mine, come!"

There was no movement. The red aura fluctuated, but didn't return. Clearly, he hadn't captured the opponent's form and spirit. White Yang Master was stunned, and continued to release more red aura from his forehead. But no matter how much he increased the red aura, it was difficult to grasp the opponent's form and spirit!

This action only took two breaths.

In the red aura, a white-faced martial scholar appeared, with rolling white smoke fluctuating around him, and purple cloud flames manifesting!

Ji Xiang walked out from within, calling out the name:

"White Yang Master... White Yang Master!"

In an instant, White Yang Master felt that he was locked by a gaze, which actually stimulated his nascent soul.

He saw Ji Xiang's state clearly and was shocked!

Why was this white-faced martial scholar so similar to the statue of the Great Emperor Zhenwu?

But... too young, and without a beard, and the armor was slightly different, it was really strange and weird. While White Yang Master was thinking, suddenly thirty-three strands of killing intent filled his surroundings.

These killing intents fluctuated, like angry dragons circling. Only then did he realize that everything around him had turned purple!

Ji Xiang evolved the form and spirit of the White-Faced Zhenwu to resist the opponent's red aura, and at this time, he called out the name:

"White Yang Master!"

"Heavenly demons and heretics, ghostly monsters, see my blood and turn into purple dust!"

A golden light emanated from his waist. The White-Faced Zhenwu only pointed a finger, and then a heavy blow hammered down on White Yang Master's crown!

His body shattered in an instant, blood and flesh flew, and his nascent soul escaped, but Ji Xiang reached out and grabbed it. Before White Yang Master could react, he was crushed to death, completely annihilating him in the void!

In the dark, the void shook greatly, causing the other great cultivators to be startled. They quickly turned their heads, but only saw a White-Faced Zhenwu by the river, and White Yang Master had disappeared!

From body to nascent soul, everything returned to nothingness, as if he had never appeared here!

"Wh-what's going on?"

The Mount Opener Daoist was also surprised at this time. Just now, White Yang Master's aura was still high, but suddenly it disappeared!

In an instant, the perception of magic power seemed to be isolated, and even his aura couldn't be detected!

"Where did you take White Yang Master?"

The Mount Opener Daoist couldn't care about either side at this time. He gave Zhenjiang King a look, telling him to deal with the female corpse himself. He immediately questioned Ji Xiang, and his face darkened. He pinched a seal in his hand, and then opened his five fingers towards a mountain peak. The aura of heaven and earth gathered, transforming into a mountain of primordial Qi that moved over!

Mountain Moving Seal!

But if this Qi of heaven and earth was scattered, Ji Xiang would have no way to deal with it. But if it was gathered into an invisible object, that would be even better!

Ji Xiang reached out his hand.

Void Shattering!

The invisible mountain was immediately knocked back into the primordial Qi of heaven and earth, returning to every corner of the world's mountains. The Mount Opener Daoist was shocked. This was a spell he had never seen before. Just as he was about to attack again, suddenly an extremely strong Daoist practice entered his sensory range!

In heaven and earth, descending from the dark Dharma realm, a wisp of green smoke fell from the ninth heaven and plunged into the immortal corpse!

Then, a flash of white light, the blade split open ten thousand feet of sky, accompanied by a wanton and joyous laughter!

Just the blade's remaining aura that spread out killed all the gathered demons and ghosts. Zhenjiang King's third Yang Soul incarnation quickly dodged, and Crimson Flame Immortal was injured by the blade aura, screaming in agony as the fire on his body was constantly being extinguished by the blade aura, very quickly!

Then, he saw the woman raise her finger at him, her eyes clear!

"Stop, Fellow Daoist, please wait! I am Yun Chao Mountain of the Dragon Gate Sect..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body and spirit had collapsed, from meridians to blood to nascent soul, all shattered. He transformed into a Yang Soul incarnation, wanting to escape with fire, but the blade aura chased after him relentlessly, extinguishing all the flames!

"Yun Chao Mountain of the Dragon Gate Sect?"

"Never heard of it!"

The woman killed a nascent soul with a wave of her hand, without batting an eyelid, and her cultivation was earth-shattering, her achievements were as great as the sun and moon!

Ascension Realm!

"You, you found my body before, thank you. If it weren't for you wanting to absorb my Yang energy, I wouldn't have been able to succeed in corpse liberation so quickly... The White Poplar Blade is lost, oh well...!"

"What era is it today, and which Han emperor reigns over the world? I haven't slept for long, according to my estimation, I should have only liberated for sixty years to succeed, right!"

Zhenjiang King was grabbed by the woman, unable to escape. At this time, the aura of the Ascension realm pressed down, making him terrified!

"You... what are you talking about, the Han Dynasty has long been ancient history! If you're talking about the end of the Han Dynasty, it's been 1,400 years since then!"

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then she actually stood there, allowing Zhenjiang King to leave. She looked around, and at this time, the eyes of several cultivators in heaven and earth were focused on her.

And the woman thought of just now, the name reported by the cultivator who was killed by herself, she had never heard of it at all, and thought it was some local chicken-tile dog-like loose cultivator palace temple....

Her face was a little ugly, she smiled stiffly, and then looked at her body, finally fell silent, and slowly sighed:

"A day in the mountains is a thousand years in the world. So that's what Liu Chen and Ruan Zhao meant. Once corpse liberation occurs, when you wake up again, you don't know when it will be..."