The purple-haired man said, "Very well, you have played the greatest role in my escape this time. However, my vitality has not yet recovered, and it will take decades for me to regain my peak strength. This place has been suppressed, and all the demonic energy has been exhausted by me. You will lead the way and return to the Demonic Puppet Sect with me. I will need to retreat for a while. Naturally, I will have something good to offer you then."
Wu Si hurriedly said, "Thank you, Ancestor. I am willing to follow you, even if it means death. As for the reward, Ancestor has already saved my life and bestowed upon me the supreme technique. I dare not ask for any more."
What he actually wanted to ask in his heart was, since the Beikan tribe had solved the problem of body explosion, and had the Heavenly Spiritual Root and the Jiuli Huiling Method, and both water and fire were top-level skills, they should be even more powerful now. Not to mention unifying the world, they should at least be well-known among the demons. However, why had he never heard of this Beikan tribe?
The purple-haired man naturally guessed what he was thinking and sneered inwardly. If the problem had been solved just like that, the Beikan Clan would have long since become the largest clan in the demon clan. Humph, even though that expert had solved the problem of advancing to the Nascent Soul stage, members of the Beikan Clan still suffered from physical collapse when advancing from the early Nascent Soul stage to the middle stage. This technique must still have flaws. Unfortunately, that expert is long gone, leaving the Beikan Clan with no successor.
Back then, when the old monk Jiuzang knew I was proficient in the Fire Demonic Art, he desperately wanted me to help his people find any flaws in the technique. That's why he came to me for help. Otherwise, how could he have so easily handed me the clan's secret manual? But I can't tell this kid about this; I still have some use for him.
Since the purple-haired man didn't say anything, Wu Si naturally didn't dare to ask. He just stood there with his hands hanging down, looking extremely respectful.
The purple-haired man had been trapped for nearly a thousand years. At this moment, he stretched his hands and feet, and couldn't help but feel happy. He looked up at the talisman formation on the roof and sneered, "The Seven-Star Soul-Slaying Sword is gone, what can the light magic formation do?" As he spoke, his fist as big as an altar slammed out, and the stone wall of the roof was instantly smashed into pieces, and the talisman formation outside shook.
The purple-haired man was about to throw a punch, but suddenly his purple eyebrows raised and he sneered, "You come so quickly! You wait here." After that, he threw another heavy punch, and a big hole suddenly appeared in the talisman formation above his head. His figure blurred and disappeared.
Over the small island in the heart of Qianhu Cave Heaven, dozens of Taoist priests, including Jizhen Daoist, stood in mid-air, some on flying swords and some in flying boats. Their expressions were filled with deep reverence, none daring to breathe. Wei Yunfei, in particular, was agitated, his gaze fixed on the Taoist master in front of them.
The Taoist was tall and thin, with a bronze face. He was over fifty or sixty years old, with half black and half white hair and beard. He wore a wide and large Taoist robe that seemed to ill-fit him.
At this moment, the old Taoist was stretching out two thin and long fingers, drawing in the air. As he waved his fingers, rays of spiritual light flew down. The thousand-hectare lake surface was divided into two sides by the small island in the middle of the lake, revealing the dark lake bottom below. The ability to move mountains and seas like this made all the disciples stunned.
At this moment, the lake water suddenly surged, and the water wall that was originally divided into two cliffs collapsed with a bang, forming a huge whirlpool on the water surface. Suddenly, the waves rose thousands of feet, and a big man with purple hair rushed out.
When the old Taoist with silver beard saw this, he flicked his wide Taoist robe and said, "All of you get out." Before Ji Zhen and others could react, their figures became blurred and they were sent out of Qianhu Cave Heaven by the old Taoist.
The purple-haired man laughed heartily, "Judging from your attire, you must be from the Tai Chi sect, right?" The silver-haired old Taoist said, "I am Huang Yan from the Tai Chi sect." The purple-haired man sneered, "What yellow teeth, black teeth? I've never heard of them. Judging from your bone age, you've only been practicing Taoism for seven or eight hundred years. Hehe, when I was conquering the world, you weren't even born yet."
Huang Yan said, "Devil, please stop trying to gain the upper hand with your words. Today, I am here to eliminate the devil and defend the Dao." The purple-haired man laughed again, and then his expression suddenly became stern. "I could have been reborn hundreds of years ago, but it was you five sects who joined forces and reinforced the magic circle, causing your grandfather to be imprisoned for hundreds more years. You five sects can now be expelled. Grandpa will wipe out all of you!"
As he spoke, he threw a punch. A huge air wave came over like an overwhelming force, along with a hot breath and a faint smell of burning, as if even the air was burnt.
Zhenren Huang Yan opened his mouth and spat out a three-inch long, green wooden sword. He flicked his finger on the sword and a sword energy flew out. In the air, one turned into two, two turned into four... In a blink of an eye, countless sword energies had stabbed towards the purple-haired man.
The purple-haired man's expression changed. "Sword Qi transformed into life? The little Taoist priest is quite capable, but it can't do anything to your grandfather." As he spoke, he changed his fist into a grab, and the spiritual energy of the world in front of him surged, forming a huge, visible cyclone, and the sword energy shattered in the cyclone.
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After the purple-haired man left, Wu Si initially stayed where he was, but as time went on, he became anxious. Who did the purple-haired man say was coming? If it was also a righteous Yuanying ancestor, if he came to look for him, his life would be in danger as a mere Qi Refiner.
Thinking of this, he looked around. The purple-haired man had left in a hurry, leaving nothing behind. Wu Si hurriedly ripped the storage bags off the mummies on the ground, and also put the Frost Dragon's horn and the Seven-Star Soul-Slaying Sword into his bag. Looking around, he saw the copper coin magic weapon that had sent Lei Kui flying lying on the ground, and he immediately took that away as well.
Looking inside the stone chamber again, it was empty. Wu Sicai nodded in satisfaction, flew out of the big hole in the roof, and landed in the courtyard.
After he took over Shi Feng's body, Shi Feng's consciousness did not leave any information. Therefore, Wu Si knew the whole story. In addition, the talisman formation above his head isolated him and his consciousness could not detect anything. He just thought he was in a demon's nest palace, but he didn't know that it was deep under the lake, and he didn't know that there was a talisman formation in the stone chamber on the right that could directly teleport him out.
Wu looked around and rushed out of the courtyard, trying to find the palace gate. But after walking for a while, the palace twisted and turned, and there was not even a ghost in sight. He couldn't help but feel anxious, thinking to himself, should he go back to the stone chamber? What if the troll came back and found out that he had left, he would not let him go.
As they were walking, a white shadow suddenly flashed in the corridor ahead. It turned out to be a young and beautiful woman. When she saw Wu Si, she was overjoyed and said, "Shi Feng, so you are here."
When Wu Si heard this, he turned around and ran away without saying a word.
This woman was clearly acquainted with the previous host, and at the Foundation Establishment stage, she was most likely an elder of the host. If she were to discover that she had possessed her disciple, she would crush her to dust. You know, the cultivation world abhors possession, and if caught, they would be ruthlessly killed.
The woman was none other than Qin Bing, the Ice Fairy who had been searching for Shi Feng in the palace. When she saw that Shi Feng ignored her and turned around and ran away, she was stunned and started to chase after him while shouting.
Wu Si only regretted that his parents had not given him two more legs. He dared not agree and ran all the way. However, he was completely unfamiliar with this palace, while Qin Bing had been there once before and was much more familiar with the various paths than he was. In addition, her cultivation level was higher than Wu Si's, and she gradually caught up with him.
Wu Si panicked and rushed into the palace. When he looked up, he found that it was a dead end.
He was very scheming. Suddenly his eyes rolled, he foamed at the mouth, fell to the ground, and held his breath.
It turned out that in his desperation, he had come up with an idea: fake his own death! As long as the woman came to visit, he could use his magic to deal a heavy blow to her.
He lay on the ground pretending to be dead, but the other half of his mind was engaged in an intense conversation. The white fox said, "Shi Feng, now is the best time. Whether we can regain our body depends on this." Shi Feng said, "Master Hu, he is now controlling my body. He seems to have magical powers. Master Hu, you are just a spirit. How can you be his opponent?"
The white fox said, "My spirit contains some mana, so dealing with an eighth-level Qi Refining disciple would be a piece of cake. However, my spirit has been depleted so much that it's almost gone. I don't know who will win in a fight. However, this person is obviously trying to feign death and launch a surprise attack on your beautiful uncle. If he succeeds, not only will your uncle die, but Wu Si will eventually discover our existence. His mana will grow stronger, while mine will be weakened. By then, I will be no match for him. And if your beautiful uncle wins and discovers that you have been possessed, I'm afraid she will kill you, and your physical body will be destroyed."
Shi Feng thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case! So what are we waiting for? Let's fight!
By then, Qin Bing had arrived at the hall and found Shi Feng collapsed on the ground, drooling, his eyes closed. She had noticed Shi Feng's unusual behavior earlier, so she naturally kept a wary eye on him. A quick scan with her spiritual sense revealed that Shi Feng was barely alive, practically dying. She wondered if he had been corrupted by demonic energy and lost his mind.
While he was hesitating, Shi Feng suddenly yelled, sat up, held his head with his hands, and yelled.
Qin Bing was startled and instinctively stepped back, waving the Star Sword to protect himself.
Shi Feng was already rolling on the ground, his face showing pain and his entire face twisted. The strange thing was that one side of his face was red as if bleeding, while the other side was as pale as paper.
No one knew that the two spiritual consciousnesses in his mind were already fighting in chaos!
Just as Wu Si lay on the ground, holding his breath, preparing to launch a surprise attack on Qin Bing, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his spiritual consciousness, and a force like a sharp sword pierced through him. Wu Si was caught off guard and was severely injured. He had no idea that this body had a spiritual consciousness, so he simply thought that Qin Bing was attacking him with spiritual consciousness from a distance.
There are two original methods for monks to fight: a competition of magic power and a competition of spiritual consciousness. However, the latter is less used by people because the competition of spiritual consciousness is very dangerous. If one is not careful, one party may suffer brain damage or even go crazy or stupid.
Wu Si reacted extremely quickly. When his consciousness received the attack, he was stunned for a moment, then immediately gathered his magic power and counterattacked.
Although the white fox had already reached the Jindan stage before his physical body was destroyed, his true form was destroyed, leaving only his spirit. This spirit remained in Shi Feng's consciousness for five or six years. Unfortunately, Shi Feng was a mortal with no magical power, so he was unable to nourish his spirit. Over the years, his soul power was greatly lost.
At that rate, the White Fox would have completely vanished in three to five years. Therefore, the White Fox had taught Shi Feng the Divine Dark Art, allowing him to enrich his spiritual consciousness. However, Shi Feng was cultivating in a mortal body, so the growth of his spiritual consciousness was limited.
How could the seedlings grow strong if the soil wasn't fertile? Over the past few years, the white fox's condition had only remained stable, not improving. Therefore, even with his Jindan-stage demon beast cultivation, he couldn't gain the upper hand against Wu Si, who was at the Qi-refining level.