Chapter 201

The master of the Qingsuo sword was surrounded by thunder, invulnerable to all methods, and commanded the immortal sword to chase the Yinhe Ghost Master.

Yang Xuanla was now in great misery and just wanted to swap places with Yao Kaijiang. Although there were many people on his side, they were fighting back and forth, and various magic treasures and spells were competing with each other, which was very lively.

On his side, no matter what magic treasure he released, as long as it was swept by the green rainbow, it would instantly explode into powder. His own Yin-trickery spells were also restrained by that pure Yang sword, and he had to dodge and flee repeatedly. Being suppressed and beaten by two juniors who had not undergone thunder tribulation with his strength of three washings, wasn't that cowardly?

Yang Xuanla hardened his heart again and poured out all the water in the earthen jar. The pitch-black, fishy, and foul-smelling Yin water poured down like a waterfall, intending to douse the two.

"What are you all stunned for! Pour out all the ghost-raising water!"

Yang Xuanla shouted angrily at his disciples.

Although the disciples of the Yinhe Ghost Sect saw that their sect leader was about to abandon them just now and had resentment in their hearts, Yang Xuanla had been saying one thing and doing another for so many years, and his accumulated prestige was very heavy. At this moment, after he roared, those demonic subordinates still obediently cooperated and poured out all the Profound Yin Ghost Water they used to nourish water ghosts.

Although the Profound Yin Ghost Water of these people combined was not as much as Yang Xuanla's alone, when gathered together, it was also a force not to be underestimated. All the ghost water merged into a Yin river, and the water ghosts in the Yin river roared and rushed toward the two. Looking at the momentum, it could actually be compared to the Wu River water that Wu Xuanmiao and Shen Zhaoming had jointly stirred up just now!

Although thunder and Yang fire restrain the Yin river, it is unwise to compete with a Golden Core who has undergone three washings in magic power.

"Do not worry."

Cheng Xinzhan looked at the mighty Yin river surging over and said to Zhou Qingyun again. The immortal sword in Zhou Qingyun's hand was the only reliance for the two of them to fight against Yang Xuanla. As long as Qingsuo slowed down, Yang Xuanla could leave at any time after catching his breath, and the two of them would fall into danger.

Zhou Qingyun listened and ignored the Yin river, just focusing on commanding the sword to fight the enemy. She was very smart. While fighting Yang Xuanla, she just used the tail of Qingsuo to sweep across the mountain peak where the Yin river disciples gathered, killing and injuring countless people, scaring those disciples into fleeing in all directions, unable to assist Yang Xuanla anymore.

And Cheng Xinzhan's heart moved. The Tengshe that was stirring up mist outside returned to his side. With another thought, the Inner Landscape God of the Water Mansion left his body and also entered the "Taishang Tiandu Talisman." Thus, the Tengshe transformed into mist with a bang, and the Shangqing Talisman changed again, transforming into a huge deity. Everyone could not see the full picture of this deity because the deity was entangled with the Tengshe, and the mist always shrouded it. Everyone could only vaguely judge from the dress and hair accessories that this seemed to be a goddess.

Not far away, Li Chengyan and Wang Chengyi looked at each other, both seeing the horror in each other's eyes. Had Cheng's control and application of the Shangqing Talisman and the Inner Landscape God reached this level? One talisman housing two gods, manifesting two Dharma bodies, and harmoniously blending together—they had only seen this kind of talisman usage in the Supreme Elder of the sect.

This was not all. Cheng Xinzhan released another magic sword from the Water Mansion. After the magic sword left its sheath, it grew with the wind, transforming into a giant sword thirty zhang long, which was held in the hand of the goddess deity.

The sword body looked like the ice surface of a large lake in winter, a kind of translucent and deep blue, with ice cracks. After leaving the sheath, the sword body came into contact with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the spiritual energy condensed into dew drops attached to the sword.

The sword guard was in the shape of two dragons snatching a pearl, and the sword hilt was wrapped in dark shark silk, with crystal-clear shark tears stuck on the shark silk, like a starry sky.

The pommel was inlaid with Taiji Yin-Yang fish, with a pearl and black jade inlaid in the fish eyes. The sword tassel was quite long, tied with twelve connected beads, looking like they were carved from giant clam, with tidal sounds appearing when shaken.

This was an extremely gorgeous sword, and one could tell at a glance that this was a magic sword.

Everyone could also clearly see the sword name engraved on the magic sword:

"Heaven One Produces Water."

The goddess deity held the magic sword, stood in front of the two, and slashed against the Yin river flowing through the air. The Yin river was immediately divided into two halves, and any water ghost that hit the sword energy turned into nothingness.

Cheng Xinzhan could not fight the magic power of three washings head-on, but he could summon gods to break the method and win from the laws of heaven and earth.

The Lord of Taiyin manages the water mansions of the world, manages the officials of the underworld, presides over the tranquility of the eight wildernesses, and is bright and prosperous. It is exactly the heaven-ordained nemesis of these filthy Yin water ghosts.

The Lord of Taiyin split the Yin river with one sword, shocking the whole field again. Others might not know, but Yao Kaijiang and Hong Changbao knew that decades ago, Yang Xuanla had used this move, but he only used half of the ghost-raising water in the ghost jars to destroy a small sect in the Southern Wilderness. Water ghosts are easy to obtain by drowning people, but ghost-raising water is not easy to prepare. After that move, Yang Xuanla was never seen using this move again.

But today, seeing him pour out all the ghost jar water, it actually failed to achieve merit.

"Jishu, how long will it take you to deal with a puppet? Come over and help quickly, and save these water ghosts!"

Cheng Xinzhan shouted.

Song Jishu laughed loudly, "Coming!"

He chanted an incantation, and the dozen or so "Mountain" talismans previously struck onto the bronze puppet were activated simultaneously. Heavy mountain shadows appeared, instantly pressing the bronze puppet into a pile of broken iron, which fell into the mountains.

Afterward, Song Jishu stepped through the air, raised the talisman book high, and chanted the incantation specifically for transcending water ghosts from the "Supreme Wonderful Scripture of Lingbao Immeasurable Salvation," the classic of the Lingbao Sect,

"Primordial Cave Mystery, Lingbao Original Chapter. Sinking in the dark waves, grievances freezing frost. Nine lights break the darkness, jade characters hang auspiciousness. Mysterious abyss opens the way, true energy cleanses disasters. Souls return to the green sky, forever escaping the bitter net. Roaming in the Upper Purity, universally transforming the ten directions!"

The incantation was mysterious, manifesting gods and revealing spirits. Jade flowers grew in the rain curtain, and the dark clouds in the sky above the Yin river were suddenly torn open, and the golden light of the sun shone in, sprinkling on the Yin river. Afterward, one golden character after another flew out of Song Jishu's talisman book, forming starlight all over the sky. These golden characters were all imprinted on the foreheads of the water ghosts in the Yin river without any error.

Some of these ferocious water ghosts drowned in the water, their souls unable to leave and were captured by the demonic path. Some were innocent living people who were drowned alive by the demonic path, and their souls were raised into water ghosts. But now, as the incantation of salvation sounded, the ferocity on the faces of these water ghosts slowly dissolved and returned to peace. These water ghosts flew out of the Yin river, flew all the way to the clouds in the sky, turned into a piece of spiritual light, and finally obtained liberation.

"Zhaoming!"

Cheng Xinzhan shouted again.

"Coming!"

Shen Zhaoming responded. At this moment, he had also successfully beheaded the two Golden Core demons of the Yelang Sect and had time to spare.

The Yin river was divided into two halves. Cheng Xinzhan, the Taiyin Emperor, held the sword to clear one, and Shen Zhaoming took over the other. He flicked the horsetail whisk in his hand, and the horsetail whisk quickly became longer. Finally, the snow-white horsetail whisk transformed into a white river, merging into the Yin river.

Under the purification of one person and one god, the Yin river slowly returned to clarity, and the filth condensed into black smoke and flew out of the Yin river.

"Burn clean!"

Cheng Xinzhan cast the incantation again, covering the black smoke with Yang fire and burning it into nothingness.

Yang Xuanla watched this scene with his own eyes, his heart aching to the point of bursting. As the foundation of his cultivation, the water ghost Yin river that had accompanied him across the Southern Wilderness for hundreds of years was just gone like this?

Yang Xuanla was just slightly distracted when he was caught by the opportunity of "Qingsuo," which grazed his left hand, and the entire arm was steamed away, disappearing immediately. "Taodu" also seized the opportunity and struck the gloomy and pitch-black earthen jar.

"Bang—"

Only a muffled sound was heard, and the earthen jar was exploded into countless fragments, falling into the mountains and water, with Yang fire burning on every fragment.

Losing his left arm and the backlash of the magic treasure, Yang Xuanla screamed in pain. In the shrill howling, Yang Xuanla's eyes were also filled with resentment, looking at everyone who besieged him.

In Cheng Xinzhan's Purple Palace, "Fu Shi" suddenly issued a warning.

He reacted immediately and shouted loudly, "Be careful of primordial spirit secret techniques!"

Currently participating in the siege of Yang Xuanla were all those who had not passed the thunder tribulation, and their primordial spirits had not yet been refined. Facing primordial spirit secret techniques, they could only resist hard or use Purple Palace treasures to block them. Xinzhan himself had the "Crimson Purple Replacement Mirror," but he didn't know if others had it, so he could only issue a verbal warning first.

But just at this moment, everyone saw an illusory silver arrow shadow shooting toward Yang Xuanla. Its speed was extremely fast, even faster than "Qingsuo," leaving traces like water ripples in the void. The latter released a scroll to block it, which emitted black light and was painted with the pattern of the Hundred Ghosts Night Traveling River.

However, the silver arrow shadow seemed completely unaffected by the scroll magic treasure and passed directly through it, hitting Yang Xuanla squarely between the eyebrows.

"Ah—"

Yang Xuanla let out another painful cry, and blood tears flowed from his eyes.

The primordial spirit attack that everyone imagined did not arrive.

Everyone followed the arrow traces to look at the source of the arrow, which was exactly between Wang Chengyi's eyebrows.

Was that arrow a primordial spirit secret technique or a Purple Palace treasure?

!

Did this injure the demon's primordial spirit in advance before Yang Xuanla made a move?

Seeing everyone looking over, Wang Chengyi smiled, "Everyone, do not worry. This poor Daoist had a chance encounter, and although I have not passed the thunder tribulation, I have already formed a primordial spirit."

Everyone was astonished, and their morale was greatly boosted. They came to besiege and kill Yang Xuanla together again. At this time, the few people who had been dragged by Yao Kaijiang's bronze puppets had also successfully beheaded the puppets and gathered around. At this time, the Lost Lake formed three battlefields.

Hong Changbao and Liu Tianfang combined to attack Yao Kaijiang.

Cheng Xinzhan, Zhou Qingyun, Song Jishu, Shen Zhaoming, Wang Chengyi, Li Chengyan, and Fang Weimin besieged Yang Xuanla.

Wu Xuanmiao led half of the Red Wood Ridge disciples to chase and kill the Yinhe Ghost Sect demons, and Huang Miaoluo and the Meng siblings led the other half of the Red Wood Ridge disciples to chase and kill the Yelang Sect demons.

Yang Xuanla now experienced the taste of being besieged, especially being besieged by such a group of people. With the realm of three washings, he had almost exhausted all his means, but he could do nothing to them. Seeing the siege of several people approaching, the space for dodging was getting smaller and smaller, and the fierce power of the green rainbow was even greater, actually reaching the point of life and death!

He did not want to release his Golden Core Dharma form, because at this time the Dharma form was just a living target for that green rainbow, and there were three Dharma forms of the Dao of Storing Spirits present, so he could not exert any power at all.

But he still did so, summoning his Golden Core Dharma form, which was a green-faced water yaksha with a pointed head and a big mouth, sixty or seventy zhang tall.

The green rainbow attacked, and Cheng Xinzhan's Taiyin Yuanjun Inner Landscape God Dharma form, Wang Chengyi's Zhang Yue Deer Inner Landscape God Dharma form, and Li Chengyan's Wing Fire Snake Inner Landscape God Dharma form all surrounded him.

However, at this moment, Cheng Xinzhan, who had been paying attention to Yang Xuanla, caught a glimpse of the madness in the bottom of this demon's eyes. He realized something was wrong, but he couldn't think of what was wrong for a moment.

"You are too close! Get away! Beware of him self-destructing his Golden Core!"

Liu Tianfang in the distance was also paying attention to the battle situation here. Seeing several people so close around Yang Xuanla's Dharma form, he hurriedly reminded them loudly.

Cheng Xinzhan finally knew what was wrong; he was still too young.

Everyone heard Liu Tianfang's voice and retreated rapidly.

But at this moment, Yang Xuanla laughed crazily, roaring in his mouth, "Too late!"

Afterward, this Dharma form transformed from Yang Xuanla's Golden Core exploded with a bang. A huge spiritual power storm took Yang Xuanla as the core and swept toward the surroundings. The three closest Inner Landscape God Dharma forms were directly blown away by the spiritual power storm. Under the intense impact, they could not even maintain the Dharma form bodies. The Inner Landscape Gods fled into the Shangqing Talisman and drifted backward with the storm.

Only the menacing "Qingsuo" seemed unaffected by the spiritual power agitation, but it also lost its target and stopped in place.

The storm continued to spread, and the six people who besieged him were lifted up like paper, spitting out a mouthful of blood in unison.

The disintegration of a Golden Core with three washings was enough to affect the spiritual energy of a region, and the shock wave also hit the battlefield where Yao Kaijiang was located. This demon had lost his subordinates, damaged his puppet armor soldiers, and injured his corpse coffin. His whole body was covered in wounds from the Blood-Transforming Divine Blade and Liu Tianfang's sharp sword, and he had long since intended to leave. At this moment, taking advantage of the chaos of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he simply hardened his heart and added another fire.

The skull string he released later suddenly scattered, splitting into seventeen beads and flying toward the faces of Liu Tianfang and Hong Changbao. After approaching the two, these seventeen skull beads suddenly exploded, transforming into eighteen groups of poisonous smoke and air waves, while making the spiritual energy of heaven and earth even more chaotic.

Taking advantage of the two dodging, he slapped the bronze horses with his halberd. The four bronze horses, which were also covered in wounds, burst into flames from the inside out, let out a long neigh, stepped through the air and galloped wildly, leaving two flame chariot tracks in the air, and disappeared quickly.

And at this moment at the core of the storm, as the Golden Core exploded, Yang Xuanla's physical body also dissolved in the backlash, transforming into a rain of blood, revealing his primordial spirit. The primordial spirit was dim and lusterless, but it did not dissolve like the physical body. Instead, it was completely unaffected by the storm and fled outward, its speed extremely fast, far exceeding the physical body's escape method.

Everyone hated in their hearts. With such preparation, such a siege, and an immortal sword like "Qingsuo," could they still let three demons all run away?

But in the next moment, everyone suddenly opened their eyes wide.

They saw a figure suddenly fly out on the path of Yang Xuanla's primordial spirit escape. Everyone took a look—wasn't that Cheng Xinzhan!

How could Xinzhan chase so fast!

But when they turned their heads to look again, Xinzhan was clearly right beside them!

This is truly seeing a ghost!

At this very moment, they saw that Cheng Xinzhan, who was blocking the path of the primordial spirit, pinched hand seals and performed a supernatural power. A magic hoop glowing with five-colored brilliance flew out from his chest, its speed just as fast, and it looped over Yang Xuanla's primordial spirit head-on!

This was exactly his Crimson Palace supernatural power, the "Yin-Yin Yin Yang Wu Xing Hoop."

Cheng Xinzhan could clearly see the panic on the face of Yang Xuanla's primordial spirit. He did not have the slightest hesitation. As his thoughts moved, the "Yin-Yin Yin Yang Wu Xing Hoop" shrank rapidly. Yang Xuanla's primordial spirit let out a painful screech, but soon, as the "Yin-Yin Yin Yang Wu Xing Hoop" shrank to the extreme, the primordial spirit trapped inside exploded suddenly, transforming into starry spiritual light, merging into this piece of heaven and earth.

The Yinhe Ghost Master of a generation, Yang Xuanla, one of the Eight Great Vajras of the Southern Sect, was thus executed.

However, many years later, when someone mentioned this past event again, no one felt that Yang Xuanla died unjustly. Some even thought that Yang Xuanla's death was the most worth boasting about in his life, and he was therefore left famous in later generations, just because the few people who participated in the siege and killing of him that year had too high achievements later on.

(End of chapter)