20demayo Chapter 130: Let's not be so negative.
Chapter 130: Let's not be so negative.
In that instant, a sentence popped into Leng Huan's mind: If you don't work hard in your cultivation today, you'll be brothers in the Soul Refining Banner tomorrow.
She couldn't remember where she saw it, and her lips twitched violently. This couldn't be taken seriously!
He glanced at Shen Hanyan again, then reached out and pulled her to stand in front of Wang Chen, the patient.
Fu Xun consciously stood in front of them, his long sword drawn, his back like a mountain, his black hair flying. Leng Huan only heard him say with righteous indignation, pointing his sword at the demonic cultivator: "You have actually become a lackey of the demon race! You deserve to die!"
Upon hearing this, she almost fell over. How could the arrogant dragon who slaughtered both the righteous and demonic paths in the original book say such a thing!
The demonic cultivator sneered, "As long as one can cultivate, who cares whether one is righteous or demonic? I think your talent is exceptional, and you should be included in my Soul Refining Banner!"
Pfft, for some reason Leng Huan wanted to laugh at the inappropriate time. Was this the first vengeful spirit in history to dare to call Long Aotian into the Soul Refining Banner?
To be honest, even though Fu Xun is only at the Nascent Soul stage, she has no idea how many trump cards he has up his sleeve. Daring to challenge Long Aotian is just asking for trouble!
The demonic cultivator responded with a swift horizontal sword strike from Fu Xun. He merely recited the usual lines of a chivalrous hero before slaying demons, and of course, he wouldn't waste any more words with the demonic cultivator afterward. Fu Xun was also a little excited, as this was the first time in so long that he had slain a demon in front of Leng Huan!
In the blink of an eye, the two figures clashed. Fu Xun consciously led the others away from the campfire and towards the ruins.
His aura suddenly surged, unleashing the pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator. The demonic cultivator was startled, realizing he had underestimated these people.
But he quickly calmed down and put on several layers of protection, knowing that only by using his final move could he escape unscathed. This Nascent Soul sword cultivator was the most powerful opponent he had ever faced in his life!
"Hey!" the demonic cultivator shouted, "Raise the banner!"
The Soul Refining Banner was unleashed, and instantly black mist filled the air, enveloping the entire ruins in a thick, chilling fog that even swallowed up human figures.
Although he knew Fu Xun would definitely win, Leng Huan was still a little nervous.
She clenched her fists, the black mist obscuring everything, except for the occasional glimpse of thousands of skeletal souls churning within, along with faint screams and wails. The place was already cold and gloomy, but now the temperature seemed to drop even further, with gusts of eerie wind blowing.
In this situation, she couldn't rashly intervene in the battle.
At this moment, Shen Hanyan, who had been pondering for a long time, finally remembered something and suddenly spoke up: "Fellow Daoist Leng, so this demonic cultivator is the famous Burial Bone Daoist in the Demonic Sect. His Soul Refining Technique is feared by countless cultivators. His methods are insidious and unpredictable, and one can easily fall into his trap if one is not careful."
Seeing Leng Huan become even more nervous, she smiled and said, "However, no matter what, he can't do anything to Senior Fu Xun. Today, the Burial Bone Daoist has really kicked a hornet's nest."
Burying bones, burying bones, countless bones have been buried, today it seems it's time to bury his own!
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Fu Xun, however, had forced the demonic cultivator to reveal all his abilities. Only after confirming that he had nothing left to hold back did Fu Xun raise his sword to summon lightning, and countless bolts of lightning pierced through the black mist.
He precisely followed the Yin Sha skeletal ghostly figure and slashed straight at it. The ghostly figure was a refined evil soul that could no longer enter the cycle of reincarnation. The less evil soul there was, the weaker the soul banner became. After more than ten rounds, the black aura of the soul banner dissipated. Seeing that the situation was not good, the Burial Bone Taoist's eyes hardened. As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.
He recalled the Soul Refining Banner, made a hand seal, and unleashed another feint attack. Taking advantage of Fu Xun's dodge, he turned and fled!
But how could Fu Xun let him escape? He had already laid out his lightning technique, connecting them into a net. In an instant, the lightning struck, and before the demonic cultivator could react, he was struck in the arm by a bolt of lightning. The wound was charred black and directly broke through his protective aura!
He tried to turn around and use the substitute puppet to escape, but when he turned around, a huge sword shadow appeared in mid-air and slashed down on him with amazing momentum. The surroundings became a sword domain, and there was nowhere to escape. The Burial Bone Daoist made a desperate attempt to use the banner to defend. With a crisp "crack", when the black mist and purple light collided, the banner broke and the man was sent flying!
Leng Huan only saw the black mist gradually dissipate, and the black-robed man flew out and crashed heavily into the ruins of the stone mountain. With a gust of wind, the black mist dissipated completely, revealing Fu Xun's flamboyant black hair and back as he slowly landed.
She subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, then ran two steps before stopping and waving, "Is it resolved?"
"Okay, I'll go take a look." Fu Xun nodded to her and then leaped onto the rocky ruins. The Taoist priest who buried bones was dead beyond redemption, still clutching the broken banner tightly in his hand.
With only half the handle remaining, the banner itself was intact. Fu Xun picked up the Soul Banner, which now looked like an ordinary banner, and felt a chill to the touch. He looked thoughtfully at the banner swaying in the wind.
They heard Leng Huan calling from afar, "Hey, are you done yet?"
Fu Xun turned around and glanced at her, then replied, "Coming!"
A human soul is a soul, a demon soul is a soul, and a devil soul is also a soul. Who says this thing can only be refined using humans?
Lower-level demons do not have souls, but higher-level demons do. Fu Xun licked his sharp teeth.
Picking up the demonic cultivator's storage bracelet and soul banner, Fu Xun unleashed a burst of lightning and fire, burning the corpse of the Burial Daoist to ashes. He slowly walked back, casually erasing the soul imprint, and probed into the storage space, discovering a substitute puppet that the demonic cultivator hadn't had time to use.
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"This thing is so evil." Leng Huan held the broken banner and examined it carefully. As soon as he touched it, he felt a sinister aura coming over him.
If an ordinary person were to touch it, their mind would be devoured. It is said that if a cultivator uses such an evil magic weapon for a long time, their mind will also be gradually affected, and they will slowly become immersed in it, eventually falling into demonic possession.
However, this thing is essentially a summoning device, and it's a favorite among demonic cultivators.
"Senior Sister, perhaps I should take them to the Golden Buddha Temple for a soul-cleansing ceremony. These souls number roughly several thousand, almost tens of thousands, filled with resentment and thirsting for blood. They are very dangerous." Fu Xun reached out and took the items, his expression solemn. He carefully cast a seal on them and put them away.
Jinfo Temple is located on Dajinfo Mountain, south of Huanyue Immortal Sect, which is quite far away.
This was no joke. Leng Huan instructed him, "Then you must keep it safe."
"Yes, I will," Fu Xun replied with his eyes lowered.
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Several hours later, the sky began to brighten, but the place was sparsely lit by sunlight and was actually a dark, misty valley.
This place is sparsely populated, with only lush vegetation that thrives in shady and damp conditions. It is more than a thousand miles away from Nanshan City, and they only rushed back to Xiaonanshan when Wang Chen was able to move.
When Leng Huan and the others met up with Leng Yan and the others who had stayed behind, it was the next morning. Leng Yan was surprised to see Leng Huan and the others rushing back from another place. "Sister Huan, what's going on?"
Leng Huan briefly explained the situation in Nanshan City, saying, "The matter has been basically investigated now."
Shen Hanyan: "That Green Demon said that they have been operating for countless years, planting countless pawns, just waiting to activate the great formation when needed, seize life, and perform a blood sacrifice."
"What? Such a terrible thing!" Leng Yan was just a girl who grew up in Beijun. How could she have ever heard of such a thing as absorbing the life force of the population of an entire city or town for blood sacrifice?
They had never even heard of demons. The continent had been peaceful for thousands of years, and apart from the old monsters who lived a long time, ordinary young cultivators had never come into contact with such things.
No one would believe it if you told them, the demons are making a comeback? What? Hahaha, how could that be?
Fu Xunli, standing beside Leng Huan, added, "Moreover, it's impossible for the government not to know about the teleportation array, yet they still sent people to seal off Nanshan City..."
Leng Yan shuddered, looking down at the empty city standing below the mountain: "Wait, wait until the storm passes, a few years later people will move in again, and it will become a prosperous and bustling city once more..."
Everyone immediately suspected something bad. After all, no one had suspected that this was a carefully orchestrated scheme until now, except for Wang Chen, who had a system that provided clues, and Leng Huan, who was a variable, who discovered the Demon Clan's plan.
In the original book, Fu Xun was captured, bled, and had array wedges refined. He barely escaped by relying on the power of unsealing, thus glimpsing a corner of the demon clan's conspiracy. However, he was just an outer disciple who suffered all kinds of suppression and was expelled from Huanyue Immortal Sect because of the body-snatching incident. Even if he knew these things, he had no interest in caring about them.
After being captured and bled, he encountered a series of problems, including members of the royal family trying to seize his spiritual root.
So it's true that Long Aotian gradually turned dark because he suffered too much?
Oh, Heavenly Dao! Even the invincible Long Aotian shouldn't be so merciless in tormenting him! Look, he's been tortured to the point of turning evil!
Leng Huan glanced at Fu Xun sideways. The warm morning sun was shining down on him, making his handsome features clear and upright. He sighed inwardly, thinking, "Maybe he shouldn't get tanned."
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