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The flames raged like a dancing devil. In the blink of an eye, the guest house had become a house of fire. The disciples were forced back by the heat wave and hurriedly looked for something to extinguish the fire. However, because they had lost control, they could only huddle together in panic and could not help at all. Seeing this, Li Hanguang shouted, "Everyone, get out of my way!"
However, Li Hanguang leaped up and stood in the air. He changed the Taoist incantation gesture in his hand and activated the power of Gui Shui. He shouted, "Water!" At the same time, a gravitational force spread to the sky. In an instant, the pattering curtain of rain was twisted in his direction, as if there was an invisible funnel in the sky, collecting all the rainwater within a radius of a hundred meters into one place. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net
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In a moment, a water column as thick as a doorpost condensed in front of Li Hanguang. Seeing that the power of Gui Shui was sufficient, Li Hanguang pointed with his Taoist finger and the crystal clear water column changed again. It turned into five water dragons that bared their fangs and brandished their claws. They roared and rushed towards the house of fire with the power of the Dragon King summoning the rain.
"Li Hanguang is worthy of being Master Sima's most valued first disciple. Not only is he calm in the face of trouble, but his cultivation is also higher than the other four disciples. Moreover, it seems that he has not reached the bottom yet. If it were not for the fact that he had the support of the elders of the Shangqing school, Zhang Shouzhi would not be qualified to compete with him even if he had strong support in the imperial court." Looking at Li Hanguang casually using the power of nature, Ying Feiyang could not help but praise him in his heart.
The water dragon pounced on the burning roof, and in a split second, water and fire intertwined. "Chi — — Chi — —" The sound of water vapor rising was incessant, like the last wail of a fire demon. Black smoke and white mist surged in all directions, forcing the surrounding disciples to retreat even further, but the fire was finally stopped.
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At this time, on the other side, Zhang Shouzhi and Lü Zhixuan arrived at Sun Changji's room. They found Sun Changji unconscious in a pool of blood. His head was bleeding because of the falling roof tiles. However, the real cause of his unconsciousness was the palm injury on his chest. A powerful palm strike had caused his chest to cave in and three of his ribs to be broken. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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Even though they didn't get along in the past, at this time, Zhang Shouzhi was still infusing True Qi to stabilize Sun Changji's heart. After a long time, Sun Changji gradually woke up. Zhang Shouzhi immediately asked, "Junior Sun, what happened just now?"
Sun Changji struggled to open his eyes. His face was full of hatred. He said weakly, "It was Duanfa. Just now, when the flute sounded, he suddenly shouted crazily, 'It's Blood Rakshasa. She's here. She's here to kill me.' I was about to ask him to shut up, but I don't know how he opened his acupuncture point. He took advantage of me being unguarded and injured me before escaping!"
"Blood Rakshasa? Could it be that Dōjin appeared because of Blood Rakshasa? "Zhang Shouzhi and Lü Zhixuan looked at each other. They could see the bewilderment in each other's eyes.
Sun Changji said dejectedly, "I don't know. But, I've heard that music before. It seems to be the music of the Black Cult."
"It's the 'Great Death Song' of the Black Cult!" A certain voice was heard. Another person entered the door. He was short and fat. His face was gloomy. It was Du Ruhui. "This song can stimulate one's Qi and blood. It can stimulate one's potential. It can also make one lose their mind. If it is played with the leg bone flute, one of the six major instruments of the Black Cult, it will be even more powerful. It is a song that the Black Cult often plays when they send their followers to their deaths. I've heard it before."
"The leg bone flute is in the hands of Blood Rakshasa. Blood Rakshasa has also learned some Black Cult songs." Sun Changji forced himself to spit out these two sentences. Then, he closed his eyes and said no more, as if he had exhausted all his strength. However, these two sentences were enough to set off a storm in one's heart. "Squeak — —" A gust of wind suddenly blew past. The door seemed to be trembling. The wind blew it so hard that it kept opening and closing.
"Squeak — —" A gust of wind suddenly blew past. The door seemed to be trembling. The wind blew it so hard that it kept opening and closing. Drizzling rain also fell diagonally from the roof, dripping onto one's body. — — — —
The rainwater was soaked in the ashes, forming a sticky layer on the ground. Every step one took left a muddy footprint. The smell of water vapor mixed with the smell of burnt flesh rushed into one's nose, causing one to feel dizzy. Worried that the scene would be destroyed, Li Hanguang ordered the junior disciples to stay outside. Only he, Ying Feiyang, and Mu Zixuan entered. However, when they saw that the house had been burnt to a mess, they could no longer recognize the original appearance. This action seemed unnecessary.
Looking around, they did not find any burnt corpses. "Looks like Duanfa didn't use the fire to burn himself, but used it to escape," Mu Zixuan said.
"There should be another passageway in that room," Ying Feiyang continued. After that, the three of them looked at each other and began to search the room. After searching for a while, his line of sight finally locked onto the bottom of the burnt bed. Ying Feiyang did not care about the dirt and bent down to pat the blackened floor. Sure enough, there was a hollow sound. He rolled up his sleeves and lifted up the floor. A tunnel suddenly appeared in front of him. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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After a brief discussion, Li Hanguang led the way and Mu Zixuan brought up the rear. They entered the tunnel together. The tunnel was dug very simply, and could even be considered rough. It could be seen that it was dug with the strength of a palm. For the people of the Heavenly Axiom, although it was not as troublesome to dig such a tunnel as it was for mortals, it still took some time. Therefore, this tunnel should have been prepared in advance.
After walking for a few hundred meters, they felt that it was a dead end in front of them. "This Duanfa was afraid that we would catch up, so after he escaped, he made a move and collapsed the tunnel," Mu Zixuan said as she patted the mud wall in front of her.
"Looks like we can only find a way up first." Ying Feiyang thought and raised the sword in his hand. Sword Qi burst out, and with a muffled sound, the mud above his head fell down. However, this powerful blow soon hurt his body. All the mud fell on his body, covering his head and face. He looked like a mouse that had crawled out of a hole. Mu Zixuan shook her head helplessly and said, "Junior Brother Ying, you are too impatient. With a talisman expert like Master Li here, there is no need to use such a stupid method."
Li Hanguang also took out two talismans awkwardly and said, "Indeed, there is no need to trouble yourself. These are the Earth Escape Talismans from Shangqing school. You and Mr. Mu can take one each."
Ying Feiyang blushed and took the talismans. After Li Hanguang explained how to use it, the three of them used the Earth Escape Technique at the same time. Ying Feiyang felt the soles of his feet become light, and his vision turned black. His body kept floating as if he was in water. After a while, he felt wet raindrops falling on his face, and he floated to the surface. In front of him was a landscape of a garden that was rarely visited by humans. He could not help but praise, "The Art of Talismans is indeed wonderful. If that Duanfa knew this Art of Talismans, why would he waste so much energy to dig such a long tunnel?"
Li Hanguang sighed and said, "Talismans and swordsmanship are all extraordinary. Junior Brother Ying, there is no need to be envious. If it was possible, I would rather learn swordsmanship. At least in Shangqing school, there is no one who can learn swordsmanship from Master Dōjin. I still need to trouble Junior Brother Ying to pass it on to me."
Ying Feiyang said doubtfully, "I also do not understand. With Master Li's intelligence, if he put in the effort to practice, why would he worry about his swordsmanship? Also, Master Lü's swordsmanship is far better than mine. If Master Li is worried about the decline of swordsmanship in Shangqing school, why don't you wait until this matter is investigated, then return his Daoist records and reclaim the Shangqing school. "
Li Hanguang shook his head and said, "Although I have some foundation, I do not have Junior Brother Ying's firm sword heart. When I was young, I was only obsessed with the ever-changing Art of Talismans and had little interest in swordsmanship. As a result, I missed the opportunity to practice swordsmanship. Even if I practiced swordsmanship, my achievements would be limited. As for Lü Zhi … forget it, I'll just call him Junior Brother Lu. Although he has a strong attachment to swordsmanship, he has never given up on fame and fortune. As for the most brilliant technique in the 'Shang Qing Hanxiang Sword Illustration', the crux of the 'Heaven Concealing Sword Realm' lies in the word 'concealing'. If Junior Brother Lu is unable to give up on fame and fortune, unable to comprehend Master's sword intent of 'sitting and forgetting all things, transforming the realm into concealment', then his achievements in life will be limited. "
"On the other hand, Junior Brother Ying, although I was opposed to Master passing the 'Sword Illustration' to you in the beginning, after spending a month together, I realized that not only is Junior Brother Ying's aptitude peerless, there's also a sense of transcendence in your bones, a sense of pride that stands aloof from the world. This coincides with Master's philosophy of seclusion in the way of the sword. I know that Master has a unique vision and indeed has chosen the most suitable person. If I am not wrong, in less than three years, you will be able to surpass Junior Brother Lu."
Ying Feiyang was somewhat bashful when he received such a high praise. Mu Zixuan clapped her hands and said, "Transcendence from the world, standing aloof from the world. Daoist's use of these words is very accurate and somewhat similar to what I think."
Although the three of them were talking, their footsteps did not stop as they looked around for traces of Duanfa. Judging from the location, this should be the Ren Garden on the west side of Luoyang. It was a rare public garden in Luoyang where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold. If it was a sunny day, there would always be scholars, poets, scholars, and beauties who would come here to enjoy the scenery and leave behind some poems to be passed down. But now that it was rainy and the curfew was in effect, the Ren Garden was completely silent.
Suddenly, the smell of blood filled the air. The three of them followed the direction of the smell and walked a few steps, only to see a bald head gently rolling in the wind …
"It's Duanfa!" the three of them said in unison. The expression on the head was strangely twisted, his pupils contracted, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were filled with horror, as if he had experienced the most terrible thing in the world before he died. The rain hit the pale skin, leaving wet marks, as if adding some snot and tears to the horrified face. Who would have thought that this head once belonged to a Buddhist protector who was famous for his ferocity and fearlessness?
And within a few steps, Duanfa's body fell to the ground in a big shape. Mu Zixuan touched his neck, which was still bleeding, and said, "The blood is still warm. He should have died not long ago. The cut is smooth, and it can be said to be clean and neat. There are no signs of fighting around. He was decapitated by a master in one move. He didn't even let out a scream …"
Ying Feiyang's heart trembled. Although Duanfa's cultivation was not as superb as Master Sima's, he was not weak either. There were not many people who could kill him in one move. "Could it really be Blood Rakshasa …?" Ying Feiyang whispered to himself.
"Don't move!" Mu Zixuan suddenly said. As he spoke, he had already walked to his side and bent down. When he straightened up again, half of the snake's body that had been severed at the waist appeared in his hand. Mu Zixuan's eyes were bright. He looked at the half of the snake and then looked at Duan Fa's corpse, as if he had discovered something.
"This is!" Ying Feiyang was confused for a while, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He exchanged a look with his senior brother.
Mu Zixuan immediately said to Li Hanguang, "Master Li, please use the earth-moving technique to dig a big hole under Duanfa's body."
"Dig a hole? What are you going to do?"
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