Chapter 1849

He Xiao said there were things one should do and things one should not do. These words had a great impact on Bai Ziqi, and he even felt a bit of envy. Serving the Heavenly Gods, how could one speak of "things one should not do"? But this thought only flashed by.

Bai Shi was also puzzled: what was He Xiao plotting? But he didn't have time to ask, as the gray parrot flapped its wings and said: "The Goddess Shimei sent news that the Illusion Sect has sent Liu Qingdao to guard the bottom of Kidney Lake."

"He is not lightly injured." At this time, Bai Ziqi was still respectful and polite, "I trouble the two immortals."

……

The Blood Demon appeared, and He Lingchuan knew trouble had arrived, immediately ordering everyone to scatter, the team advancing in a fan shape.

Sure enough, after only three or five breaths, Mother Zhu suddenly transmitted to everyone:

"Above!"

He Lingchuan's Floating Life Blade also appeared out of thin air, sounding an alarm with a *hum*.

Such heavy killing intent! He Lingchuan shifted his steps and sprang forward. However, two flashes of cold light, one gold and one silver, swept past, faster than his speed.

With a *boom*, a large pit was blasted where He Lingchuan had been standing, and a hard rock the size of a millstone beside his feet was blasted more than two zhang high.

The silver light was the "Multi-Gift Powder" refined by Elder Ning of the Illusion Sect; the main body was a dart, and the handle chamber contained orange and white fire oil. When it hit the prey, the two-colored fire oils mixed together, immediately producing a powerful explosion. And Elder Ning's supernatural power could magnify the power of some self-refined magic tools and talismans, from several times to more than ten times, posing a threat even to powerful practitioners.

Previously, when the Illusion Sect and the Tiangong teams were in a chaotic battle, as long as the opponent gathered together, Elder Ning liked to release them to scatter people, and the effect was exceptionally good.

If He Lingchuan had been walking together with his partners, this strike would have sent them tumbling.

It was a pity; he usually used the Haoyuan Golden Mirror to observe the battlefield, keeping the patterns of several immortals in his heart, knowing himself and the enemy.

That golden light was one of Xiao Wencheng's natal magic tools, the Jumang Golden Sword.

This was very much in line with the definition of a "flying sword" in the common person's impression, driven by supernatural power to stab the enemy at high speed. But this sword was made from the sharp beak of the Jumang divine bird, and one of its characteristics was that it would emit an incomparably dazzling light during flight, making it impossible for the enemy to look directly at it.

As soon as the Illusion Sect immortals appeared, it was Xiao Wencheng and Elder Ning attacking together, intending to kill He Lingchuan on the spot! Qianhuan's battle in the sea of consciousness had reached a critical juncture of life and death, and the only requirement he had for his disciples was one word: fast!

Behead He Lingchuan, the faster the better!

Amidst the sky full of dust and smoke, a gray shadow flashed out; no one could say clearly whether he had been blasted away or had dodged automatically.

This shadow was of course He Lingchuan.

A fan-shaped small seashell had just fallen from his hand, splitting into five or six pieces.

The two immortals became angry as soon as they saw it, because this was combat equipment Xiao Wencheng had personally gifted to him before He Lingchuan set off to fight in Yu Village. This seashell was obtained from Qianhuan and could absorb one powerful attack for the owner.

At that time, as he was participating in the battle as an allied force, the Illusion Sect of course had to show something. However, He Lingchuan had never used it until now, when he took it out, but it was used to resist the Illusion Sect immortals!

The shield he gave away had held off the spear he stabbed with. Xiao Wencheng was filled with pent-up anger, hating himself for being blind at that time. He immediately opened his left hand, pinched a crane-claw-shaped seal, and shouted loudly: "Freeze!"

The Jumang golden light exploded, and the gray haze and thick fog permeating the air could not cover its brilliance at all.

This light gathered into a beam, shining on He Lingchuan, who had just sprung away, like a searchlight, making his whole person look golden.

But in the center of the light beam, a bizarre scene appeared:

He Lingchuan's figure was frozen in mid-air.

Let alone the person, his clothes no longer fluttered, and his hair did not move at all.

The seashell that fell from his hand also solidified beside his feet; there was nothing above or below, but it just stood still like that.

This was the second usage of the Jumang Golden Sword, the Immobilization Technique.

As long as the figure was illuminated by the golden light, there was no escape; they would be firmly pressed into the light beam, with a time limit of seven breaths.

Seven breaths—for a poor soul targeted by an immortal, that was enough to die seven or eight times.

At this time, the two-phase flying rings thrown out by Elder Ning had also arrived, spinning and flying toward each other from He Lingchuan's left and right sides.

If hit, a living person would be sliced into three sections in an instant.

Elder Ning and Xiao Wencheng could be said to have coordinated perfectly; Xiao Wencheng had just immobilized the enemy, and Elder Ning's flying wheels had already arrived, so fast that one couldn't even blink.

However, before the flying rings could grind onto He Lingchuan, a handful of spider silk shot over, sticking to the flying rings and dragging them backward.

The other flying ring was knocked away by the purple-gold rod that shot over like electricity; although it wasn't knocked down, its accuracy was still skewed, flying past He Lingchuan's side.

The Ghost Ape's ability to throw the rod was learned from He Lingchuan, and it had long since graduated.

Of course, immortal magic tools had the ability to correct their course; the flying ring drew a half-circle on its own and turned around, rushing toward He Lingchuan again, taking very little time.

This move was very similar to the Floating Life Blade's "one strike, one hit."

The Jumang Golden Sword in front was not to be trifled with either; while emitting light to immobilize the person, it shot toward He Lingchuan.

With two great immortals joining forces, a mere practitioner had no chance of surviving at all.

But just at the moment the flying ring was knocked away by the Ghost Ape's rod, a large mass of black smoke suddenly erupted from He Lingchuan's body, like the ink sprayed by an octopus, wrapping his whole person inside.

……

Then, the black fog was actually able to move, and a ray of silver light struck out from it, clashing with the Jumang Golden Sword.

With a *clang*, metal clashed.

The Jumang Golden Sword was knocked back; by the time it fell into Xiao Wencheng's hand, it had returned to its original form. He looked down, and the sword body was undamaged,

but it no longer emitted light, and several strands of black fog were entangled on the sword body.

Looking closely, inside the black fog were vaguely some tiny ghost shadows, with heads, faces, and bodies, hissing silently at him.

Xiao Wencheng swung the sword twice, but was actually unable to shake off the black fog, and could not help but be greatly surprised.

Jumang's light was specialized in breaking evil spirits; what were these black fogs, not only not afraid of Jumang's brilliance, but instead daring to attach themselves to the sword body?

He used a bit more true power, and the Jumang sword regained its golden light, only then did those few strands of black fog quietly vanish.

Looking at that ray of silver light from the opponent again, it was just a long saber; the hilt was a dragon head holding a ring, and other than that, it was unremarkable.

However, what mortal weapon could clash with a divine object like the Jumang sword and remain undamaged? After that large mass of black fog landed, it did not disappear, but only revealed He Lingchuan's figure inside, turning into raging black fire again.

Xiao Wencheng frowned; these black fogs did not look like supernatural powers, but instead had a point or two of familiarity, looking like something he hadn't seen for a long time: Karma.

He stared at He Lingchuan and said: "What are you?"

Mortals all had karmic obstacles entangling them, and over time, this would affect their fortune, but he had truly never heard of karma being able to be materialized and used for combat.

And he also remembered the Immortal Venerable saying on Shilong Peak that not a trace of karma could be found on He Lingchuan, which was very abnormal.

He didn't expect this kid to be able to release and retract it at will; the complexity, entanglement, and thickness of the karma released right now ranked in the top five of anything Xiao Wencheng had seen in his life.

With this kind of ability, could he just be a practitioner?

Looking at it from another angle, who was qualified to be entangled by so many karmic obstacles? If it were an ordinary person, they would have died on the spot! *Patter*, a few small sounds came, and that seashell landed.

Mother Zhu stood in front of everyone, not yet having returned to her original form; while He Lingchuan stepped forward two paces, the black fire all over his body gradually disappeared.

"Sect Master Xiao, I have gone through fire and water for your sect, and this is how you repay kindness with enmity?"

Xiao Wencheng was slightly choked.

This question was actually not easy to answer. On the surface, ever since the person entered the Inverted Sea, he had been helping them fight the Heavenly Demons. The Immortal Venerable was certain he harbored evil intentions, secretly harming the Illusion Sect and blockading the Panlong Isolated City, but that was also without proof, unable to produce a shred of evidence—

Things in the sea of consciousness were ethereal; how could one produce solid evidence? But as the Illusion Sect Master, no matter what Qianhuan said, he had to follow it.

This had nothing to do with whether he believed it or not.

So he could only say vaguely: "What you have done, you know best in your heart."

He Lingchuan gave a self-deprecating smile: "Had I known the face of your sect, I should have agreed to Bai Ziqi's request."

Bai Ziqi invited him to destroy the Illusion Sect together, but he didn't agree, instead sending Mother Zhu and his subordinates to assist the Illusion Sect. Now it was good; the Illusion Sect wanted to kill them all.

Elder Ning said angrily: "Stop putting on an act here; the Immortal Venerable being trapped in the Panlong Isolated City is all your doing!"

"Oh?" He Lingchuan glanced at him, "You saw it? Where is the evidence?"

What need was there for evidence? The Immortal Venerable's words were the iron law! But even Elder Ning couldn't say these words.

He Lingchuan swept his gaze: "Why didn't Elder Liu come?"

The Illusion Sect only had three Elders left, plus a Blood Demon. Originally, Mother Zhu had discussed with him earlier that if they fought the Illusion Sect, they would first kill Elder Liu, who was the most heavily injured.

Who knew that Elder Liu was not here at all. Instead, Xiao Wencheng and the others all had bloodstains on their robes, which must have been stained from the previous battle with the Tiangong, looking murderous.

Just as He Lingchuan finished asking the question, he suddenly didn't look back, but swung his blade backward, heading toward Wanqiliang!

This strike was without any warning; just as Wanqiliang reacted, the tip of the blade had already grazed his neck, shooting toward the darkness behind him.

A hiss seemed to come from there, sounding especially uncomfortable to the ear.

Wanqiliang turned his head in shock, discovering a wisp of red mist rapidly shrinking back.

It turned out he was standing too far on the outside, and this red mist had quietly drifted near from behind, wanting to possess him.

As a result, it ate another blade from He Lingchuan.

"Why!" The Blood Demon just couldn't figure it out; how could He Lingchuan see it!

It had compressed itself again and again, and was far away from He Lingchuan; furthermore, He Lingchuan was facing the great immortal Xiao Wencheng, how could he have the mind to stare at it? Three times! As long as it got close, it was inevitably ferreted out by He Lingchuan.

And He Lingchuan's actions triggered a new round of fighting; Elder Ning attacked Dong Rui.

With a point of his hand, a flying ring attacked.

This was a very standard immortal opening; Xiao Wencheng didn't expect it to succeed in one strike, but as long as He Xiao and Mother Zhu turned back to provide support, Xiao Wencheng and the Blood Demon's attacks would be continuous.

Who knew that these two guys didn't pay any attention to this flying ring at all, disregarding the safety of their companion.

Mother Zhu's handful of spider silk went straight for Xiao Wencheng, because He Lingchuan's words had sounded in its ear a second ago: "Mother, Xiao Wencheng is left to you."

(End of chapter)