Chapter 791

A beam of bright moonlight sprinkled in the sky, but it flashed forward at an extremely fast speed. The cold radiance that could be seen in the sky was just an illusion left behind. Many low-level practitioners of the West Wilderness were surprised that they could actually see a real bright moon in the yellow sky of the West Wilderness, so they called their friends to come and watch.

Meng Nishang was here to "visit", so she naturally used the most elegant escape method, instead of turning into a wisp of cold air to sneak in, or breaking through the void to teleport.

When she was about to approach Tianji City, the surrounding dark green fog suddenly spread and enveloped Meng Nishang. A voice rang in her ears, "Daoist Meng, please stop."

Meng Nishang did not break through by force, but revealed her plain white figure. Her eyebrows were lightly swept, and her beautiful face was indifferent. She did not show any emotion towards Curse Spring's interception halfway. A bright moon rose behind her head, emitting pieces of clear moonlight. The moonlight was misty, dreamy, beautiful, and bone-chilling, repelling the dark green fog. Wherever the moonlight shone, the fog began to assimilate and melt in the Guang Han's celestial light.

After this bright moon, Meng Nishang's entire figure was enveloped by an illusory vast moon. Every inch of moonlight and every piece of moonlight seemed to be formed by many Taoist words.

At the same time, the whistling cold wind blew, and countless exquisite snowflakes that seemed to be condensed by the laws of heaven and earth fell, about to turn the surroundings into a world of ice and snow. It faintly overlapped with an illusory world of ice and snow, and the power of ice and snow blended into it.

Meng Nishang did not even say a word before she attacked. Perfected Cursed Spring was almost caught off guard. Fortunately, he was also a celestial immortal who had advanced for more than three thousand years. Although he had only cultivated the three celestial skills related to Witchcraft Poison to the fifth level, they were quite close to Da Dao. His temperament was even purer like a mirror, reflecting thousands of things. He almost reacted. He also understood that Meng Nishang's mind was very firm and could not be moved by words. Therefore, in the dark green fog that was rolling and retreating, twelve dark green wooden puppets appeared.

They were old, simple, and gloomy. Their faces were painted with eyes, nose, mouth, and other facial features like children's graffiti. Either the eyes were crooked, the nose was slanted, or the mouth was big and the eyes were small. There were twelve weird expressions, such as laughter, crying, anger, hatred, resentment, sorrow, sorrow, and greed. These puppets were only the size of a palm, but their clothes were of different colors. They were gorgeous and exquisite, like real celestial clothes. They were Lord Curse Spring's Natal Spiritual Treasure, 'Heavenly Witchcraft Cursed Puppet'.

As soon as they appeared, dense dark green thin lines appeared in the rolling dark green fog, extending from their bodies into the void. The faces of a few of the puppets were still twisting and changing, almost turning into Meng Nishang a few times. Unfortunately, they all failed. However, with the help of the dark green thin lines, a simple and illusory yellow scarecrow also appeared in the dark green fog. Every straw and every expression was full of resentment and curse, and also like the transformation of countless kinds of Dao characters, resisting the celestial light, cold wind, and snow of the Guang Han.

The dark green fog constantly melted into the veil-like celestial light of the Guang Han, or was frozen into a thick layer of frost by the snowflakes and cold wind. The celestial light, snowflakes, and cold wind of the Guang Han also mysteriously collapsed and disappeared after touching the dark green fog.

Meng Nishang's heart was as calm as a ten-thousand-year-old frozen lake. Even with the transformation of the 'Heavenly Witchcraft Cursed Puppets', waves of love, hate, joy, happiness, resentment, anger, passion, and desire flashed across her mind, leaving no trace behind. Thus, the power of witchcraft cursed her, making it difficult for the puppets to transform to their fullest potential.

"I've heard that this girl is favored by Yu Yutian's fate. She has a firm and outstanding mind, and the harmony of her Dao heart and Dao is far superior to her peers. Now that I've seen her, I know that her reputation is well-deserved. With only a thousand years of cultivation, her Natal Spiritual Treasure and Celestial Art are not inferior to mine." Perfected Lord Curse Spring sighed inwardly. If he were to see Meng Nishang's various Rank Five Ice and Moon Celestial Art later, he would probably be dejected.

While executing the Voodoo Celestial Art to fight against Meng Nishang, Perfected Lord Curse Spring was on high alert. He did not use the borrowed Divine Spiritual Treasure. He was afraid that even if he used it, Meng Nishang would be able to delay for a few seconds, allowing Penglai's people to enter the city with the Divine Spiritual Treasure. By then, even if he killed the entire Voodoo Sect, he would have enough time to return to Meng Nishang's side.

Outside Tianji City, half of the sky was covered by a snowstorm, with a bright moon in it. The other half of the sky was covered by the dark green fog, like the miasma of a swamp.

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In the main hall of the Tianji House in Tianji City, Lin Xuantong was clear about the situation outside, but he was not the slightest bit afraid or worried. Dressed in a hemp robe, he leisurely walked out from the back hall and stood at the head of the main hall. A few disciples immediately came forward and stood at the side, waiting for his orders.

"Next, it should be the official announcement of the Voodoo Sect's establishment." The old lady with a lot of wrinkles was excited and looking forward to it. She had no doubt that the seven major sects would not be able to break through the joint efforts of the two Perfected Lords.

Lin Xuantong saw that there were not many people, but he did not mind. After all, when the Voodoo Sect had a firm foothold, it would be able to be on the same level as the seven major sects, or even surpass the other sects, and be on the same level as Guo Han and Penglai. By then, there would be many guests who would curry favor with the powerful.

"Thank you, fellow Daoists, for coming to my Voodoo Sect today." Lin Xuantong's deep and magnetic voice sounded.

But at this moment, a dark golden sword light that looked like a thick soil flew in from the main door, slashing straight at Lin Xuantong. Along with it, a voice that was filled with grief and indignation said, "Before the Voodoo Sect's establishment, we have to settle the blood debts one by one."

The dark golden sword light's sword will was sharp, and as it changed, it divided into countless small sword lights. It was vast and boundless, like the deep earth and the pressure of mountains, and it wrapped around Lin Xuantong. Being able to set up a celestial formation with one sword and explode in an instant without affecting the others in the main hall, it could be seen that the person's attainment in swordsmanship was extraordinary.

Lin Xuantong did not panic, and a flag appeared behind him. The flag's surface seemed to be made of ordinary linen, old and dirty, and there were twelve dark green scribbles on it. The power of the Voodoo Curse was deeply contained in it. It was the Three-tribulation Pure Yang magic treasure, the Linen Divine Flag, that was given by Perfected Cursed Spring. When it was gently unfolded, the twelve scribbles that looked like human faces flashed with a faint dark light, and they kept evolving and combining, finally forming two strange dark green Taoist characters, "Collapse" and "Scatter".

As soon as these two words appeared, the deep earth and mountains surrounding Lin Xuantong immediately collapsed uncontrollably. Soon, they turned back into a dark golden, majestic, and heavy flying sword and flew back to a sturdy man in his thirties who was dressed in white mourning clothes. He had a full beard and was walking in from the main entrance of the hall.

However, it was not easy for Lin Xuantong to repel the dark golden sword light. Not only did the two strange dark green Taoist characters of "Collapse" and "Scatter" disappear, even the Linen Divine Flag was swaying, and its dark light was flickering. Lin Xuantong's face was also flushed, and it was obvious that the flying sword was of the same grade as the Linen Divine Flag.

After the bearded man failed to kill Lin Xuantong with his sword, he did not rush to attack. Instead, he let the dark golden flying sword hover in front of him, and bowed to the Divine Design Hall, "Teacher Yun Yi, disciple Wei Boshu has come to avenge you." His mind was filled with thoughts, and he recalled his acquaintance with Immortal Yun Yi from the Rogue Cultivators Alliance.

He had a fortuitous encounter when he was young, and thus stepped on the path of Taoism. When he was in the Qi Gathering Realm, he fell into a desert illusion, and found a corpse with the Carrying Soil Sword beside him. According to the jade slip left by the corpse, he was a rogue cultivator, Wu Qiang. He was very lucky in his life, as if he was blessed by the heavens. Not only did he meet the dying Jindan Grandmaster, and obtained his storage bag, but when he was in closed-door cultivation, a Second Tribulation Pure Yang Weapon flew directly into his arms, and he even avoided the Death Tribulations several times.

Relying on this, he took risks all his life, and the benefits were endless. He broke through realms one after another, but when he walked at night, he would encounter ghosts. How could he not get his shoes wet if he was always by the river? When he was looking for an opportunity to become a high-grade Jindan, he was targeted by a Yin Spirit Master. Although he managed to escape with the Carrying Soil Sword, he was seriously injured. After witnessing the Carrying Soil Sword pass through the third Heaven Tribulation, he passed away in a sitting posture, and specially left behind words to the descendants who obtained his sword to be low-key and cautious!

After being alerted by these words, Wei Boshu had been cultivating and advancing in a low-key manner, but after the Carrying Soil Sword's third tribulation Primordial Spirit taught him a sword cultivation method called "Virtuous Swordsmanship", he switched to this path. But because what he learned before was too shallow, and the primordial spirit's teachings were too profound, Wei Boshu tried hard to find a sword cultivation teacher to teach him.

Later, by chance, he met Immortal Yun Yi, received his advice, and became half a teacher. From then on, his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, reaching the Primordial Spirit 800 years old, and passing the Heaven Tribulation 1000 years old.

Lin Xuantong sneered, "I have killed many cultivators in my life, why would I be afraid of others seeking revenge? Come on, Fellow Wei."

The dark golden sword light lit up, mighty and heavy.

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In the Cave of the Picture of Heaven and Earth, purple, green, gold, silver, white, black, and other colors of thunder flashed, and the roar of thunder shook the sky. Tens of thousands of miles of thick glaciers covered the earth and the peaks, and it was cold and deep. Although Shi Xuan could not change the law of heaven and earth here at will like a powerful person at the third blight, he could not even mobilize the power of the whole Small Chiliocosm like a powerful person at the second blight, and let the law of heaven and earth completely suppress Jing Mingzi, but he could control part of the law of heaven and earth of the Small Chiliocosm to a certain extent, and weaken Jing Mingzi's strength by ten percent.

This was the inspiration that Shi Xuan got from his repeated suppression in the Nine Nether World.

Seeing that Jing Mingzi was on guard but did not immediately make a move, Shi Xuan understood that he was hesitating. After all, it was unwise for a Fairy Immortal with a long lifespan and a bright future to fight desperately for others.

He did not relax at all, but on the surface, Shi Xuan was calm. He picked up the teacup and took a sip to put pressure on Jing Mingzi.

"What a disgusting tea." Shi Xuan almost spat out the tea. He cursed in his heart, "Qing Suo is really not suitable for making tea!" When he went back, he punished him to write the Beyond Heaven Green Darkness Chapter, which was one of the five authentic teachings of the Heaven Sword Sect that could directly lead to the Unification of Tao. If Qing Suo could complete it, Penglai would have another authentic sword cultivation inheritance, and the Purple Cloud Chapter of the Purple Cloud Chapter of the Zi Ying Sword would be the same.

Jing Mingzi was a middle-aged True Lord, elegant and handsome, and paid attention to his appearance. This kind of practitioner often cherished his life more than other practitioners. Under the protection of the Nether Candle Micro Mirror, his thoughts raced for a few seconds, and he made a decision. He smiled and said, "If it were someone else, I would not mind drinking tea and discussing Taoism with you, and watching the tide rise and fall. But Old Cursed Spring and I have gone through life and death together, and we have saved each other's lives. I'm really sorry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the clear light of the Nether Candle Micro Mirror combined into a single beam and shone at Shi Xuan as if it could penetrate everything.

But Shi Xuan, who was already prepared, moved his mind, and the Qing Suo beside him turned into a wisp of ethereal, sharp, and pure Yang cyan sword light, and went up to meet it. A Fairy Immortal was indeed a True Lord. His mind was as firm as a rock, extremely difficult to persuade, and he was very decisive!