I use myths to create immortality

Chapter 31: The Killing Qi of Zhongzhou, the Secret of Killing Qi for the First Time

"Let the old Taoist priest from Lingcheng come out!"

"Who told you to cast a spell to make it rain?"

Outside the hall, there were several loud shouts, mixed with the screams of Taoists.

Ji Yuan thought that it was the Taoist priests in the temple who secretly reported the news, but in fact he was wrong about those Taoist priests. They had seen Ji Yuan's methods and dared not cause trouble again.

However, the three family heads sensed that clouds and rain suddenly fell from the sky, and thought that it was the Taoist Lingcheng casting a spell, so they came to find the Taoist Lingcheng to ask for an explanation.

Ji Yuan walked out of the main hall holding the golden whip.

Three figures fell from the sky in the mist; an old man with a staff, two middle-aged monks holding a gun and a knife; all of them were dressed in gorgeous clothes, and the old man with gray hair in the middle was vaguely the leader.

"Who are you, Taoist boy? Where is the Taoist from Lingcheng?"

Seeing Ji Yuan's young appearance and only a dozen years of magical powers, they thought he was the disciple of Lingcheng Taoist and looked down on him.

Ji Yuan glanced at the three of them and saw that the elder with the highest cultivation among them had about three hundred years of magical powers. He thought that he was the so-called head of the three families.

He did not take them seriously, and raised his head and said, "Lingcheng has been killed by this poor Taoist, what do you want to do?"

When the three heard this, their faces changed color. After careful observation, they were shocked to find that the aura of Taoist Lingcheng in the temple had disappeared.

"Who are you? How dare you cast a spell to make it rain!" The old man with the pestle and crutch was surging with magical power. The powerful aura of his nearly three hundred years of cultivation enveloped him and oppressed him.

Although one's cultivation is strong, there is still some oppression brought by it.

But Ji Yuan was too lazy to talk nonsense with them.

He raised his whip and walked forward, ready to hit the three men one by one, trying to beat them into submission first.

“How brave!” The burly middle-aged man holding the spear took the lead, leaped up and stabbed towards Ji Yuan.

Judging from his posture, he has obviously mastered advanced martial arts.

Ji Yuan sneered and opened the centipede bag around his waist.

"Buzz buzz" fist-sized centipede bees turned into red light and danced all over the sky like shooting stars, releasing a trace of the aura of demon beasts.

"Not good, Brother Li, get out of the way." The old man with a pestle and crutch had a look of shock, and when he raised his finger, strands of green light came upside down like a shield, covering himself and the middle-aged man holding a knife beside him.

"What is that? Aa ...

But the middle-aged monk who flew into the air and stabbed with a gun had no time to dodge and was surrounded by dense swarms of centipedes and bitten on the head.

He screamed and fell from the air. The "buzzing" sound of centipedes was heard, and the long spikes pierced through the clothes and armor and stung into the flesh.

The sounds of “Crunch…Crunch…” rang out.

After a few breaths, the screaming and wailing stopped.

The centipede bees dispersed, leaving only a pile of bones, scattered clothes and the spear on the ground.

"Hmm? After devouring monks, the centipede bee's body can actually grow..." Ji Yuan could feel that after devouring the monk's flesh and blood, the centipede bee became a little stronger.

He turned his head and looked at the old man and the middle-aged man hiding in the green light.

The centipede bees pounced on the green light, and were like flying insects hitting the glass, bouncing off; they kept on biting it, and for a while, the sound of "ding ding dang dang" continued.

The green light shield was hit and it shook, as if it would break at any time.

"Who among you is the head of the Zhao family? Who is the head of the Zhang family?" Ji Yuan asked.

The old man's face was red, and he used all his strength to cast a spell to stabilize the green light and resist the centipede bees, while saying: "Sir, please collect these strange insects first, and we can talk it over."

"Okay." Ji Yuan was surprisingly obedient. He opened the mouth of the centipede bee bag and the centipede bees flew back into the bag.

In fact, the centipede bee is a master of supernatural powers; this kind of supernatural power is best used for sneak attacks in battle rather than head-on confrontation with the enemy.

Like the middle-aged monk with the gun, he had magic power of no less than a hundred years; but because he was careless for a moment and was caught off guard, he was rolled up by the centipede and his flesh and blood were devoured.

Once the enemy is prepared and uses magic power to block it, it will be difficult for the centipede bee to succeed. Instead, it will be constantly consumed. Once the centipede bee's physical strength and toxicity are exhausted, it will be controlled by humans.

This is the advantage and disadvantage of the magic.

"Come on!"

The centipede was just retracted; the old man holding the staff let out a low shout and flew into the air first, and the other middle-aged man holding the knife followed closely.

The two of them rode on the clouds and instantly soared hundreds of feet into the sky, ready to fly down the mountain to escape.

"This man has extraordinary skills. Go home and gather the monks in your clan to surround and kill him together!" The old man was filled with hatred in his heart, with a cold murderous look on his face.

I was still feeling lucky that I had just tricked Ji Yuan.

After Hu Ting's voice, there was a sneer: "Where are you two going?"

The next moment, there was a whistling sound in my ears, and an invisible wind swept in from all directions.

“Magic power! Someone with great magic power?” The old man and the middle-aged man holding the knife had their hearts pounding.

He thought he had a good plan and tricked Ji Yuan into removing the Centipede Bee Technique; but he didn't know that Ji Yuan was also waiting for him to remove the defensive spell and escape.

The next moment, the old man and the middle-aged man holding the knife felt a darkness before their eyes, and all their magic power stopped functioning.

Wrapped in the hurricane, I felt dizzy.

With a "bang", his body fell on the hard floor, his whole body ached and he felt dizzy.

When the two men came to their senses, a pair of boots slowly walked towards them, and a cold golden whip was hanging behind their heads.

"Senior... please spare my life." The middle-aged man holding the knife touched the ground with his head, trembling all over.

"He begged for mercy. What about you? Do you want to hit him again?" Ji Yuan looked at the old man and kicked him on the shoulder.

"Senior, you have unparalleled magical powers. We are just ants. How can we escape from your hands? I beg you to spare our lives..." The old man's face changed for a while, and finally he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

His heart was pounding.

This seemingly inconspicuous white-faced young man is actually a powerful person who possesses supernatural powers.

When did such a powerful person appear in this domain?

With a wave of his sleeves, the wind from all directions swept over dozens of miles.

Even with hundreds of years of magical power, he had no power to resist at all. He was caught by the hurricane and smashed to the ground.

Such means are definitely not something that can be achieved by ordinary spells such as fire magic and wind blade magic.

Such magical powers are either passed down from the genius of a supreme sect or are passed down from the genius of a supreme sect.

Or they could be powerful people who have practiced for many years and achieved rejuvenation.

No matter which one it is, they can't afford to offend it. "Now it's time to answer my question, right?" Ji Yuan asked.

The old man thought carefully for a long time before he remembered what Ji Yuan had just asked.

It seems that no one is asking who is the head of the Zhao family and who is the head of the Zhang family.

He quickly said, "Senior, I am Zhao Chengyun, the head of the Zhao family. The one you just devoured is Li Xuan, the head of the Li family. The one next to him is Zhang Qiong, the head of the Zhang family."

"Zhao Chengyun? Who is Zhao Chengyin to you?"

"He is my distant cousin."

Zhao Chengyun was surprised. "He is practicing in Xuanwei Sect. Are you also a Xuanwei Sect cultivator? Do you know him?"

"I am Ji Yuan, a Qi-refining master from Yuntai Mountain of the Xuanwei Sect."

Ji Yuan chuckled and said, "Yes, I know him. I have a very good relationship with him."

Zhao Chengyun was overjoyed when he heard this and was about to talk about how to establish a relationship.

Ji Yuan's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted coldly: "How dare you collude with evildoers? You deserve death for this crime!"

The two were startled and quickly replied, "No, no, it's none of our business."

"To tell you the truth, I came here on the orders of Master Linghe of Yuntaiyuan to pray for rain and cure the disaster."

"Before I came here, I had already made a thorough investigation. It is clear that you colluded with the evil dragon and oppressed the people wantonly, which led to the severe drought in Yunzhou and countless deaths and injuries among the common people."

"You still dare to quibble?" Ji Yuan said, raising his golden whip, ready to let these two people finish off one of them.

"No, no, no! This really has nothing to do with us, senior, please listen to me, we are just small cultivators, how dare we risk the world's condemnation to collude with evildoers!!" Zhang Qiong looked at the golden whip with fear in his eyes.

"Speak!" Ji Yuan stopped.

No matter what, he still needs the assistance of these noble families to build the altar and pray for rain in the state.

"I...I dare not say..." Zhang Qiong suddenly shrank her head and closed her eyes.

He looked as if he would rather die under the golden whip than say anything.

"I like tough guys the most. I'll grant your wish." Ji Yuan grinned and raised the golden whip to hit him.

“Senior, senior, haven’t you heard the rumor in the mountains and hills over the past few thousand years: ‘Secure the cave and chant two or three volumes of Taoist scriptures quietly; throw yourself into the underworld and become a celebrity on the platform of heroes’?” Zhao Chengyun, the head of the Zhao family, suddenly said.

"What?" Ji Yuan had never heard of it.

"The aura of killing is spreading across Zhongzhou. The founder of the religion has issued a decree stating that the world will soon be overthrown. At that time, the true disciples of all religions will descend from the mountain to face the calamity and determine the level of their magical powers. At that time, the strong will become immortals, while the weak will die, in order to complete the killing calamity for the six religions..."

"What does this have to do with the drought in Yunzhou?" Ji Yuan was completely confused.

The atmosphere of murderous calamity permeated Zhongzhou, and the world was about to be changed. He had also heard this from Linghe Zhenren.

Perhaps it was because his cultivation level was too low, or for some other reason, but Ji Yuan did not sense the so-called 'killing aura'.

"Think about it, if the world is not in chaos and the people are not in unrest, how can we change the regime..." Zhang Qiong said quietly.

"This..." Ji Yuan was shocked, as if he had touched upon a secret.

No wonder none of the great masters of the religions posted a notice to pray for rain.

No wonder the evil dragon from outside the territory dares to come to Zhongzhou to do evil.

Could it be that the instigator was...

Ji Yuan didn't dare to think further.

But when Ji Yuan remembered the instructions given by Linghe Zhenren before he left, he felt much more at ease.

Praying for rain was not Ji Yuan’s idea; it was the idea of ​​Linghe Zhenren, or possibly the Xuanwei Sect’s idea.

The Immortal also said that as long as one grasps the degree of it, no matter what happens, there will be powerful people in the sect who will take care of him billions of miles away.

"Senior, to be honest, we are also threatened by the demon dragon. The demon dragon requires us to offer a large amount of spiritual medicine and magical materials every month, and even provide infants from our tribe as offerings. We have long been unable to bear the oppression..."

"If you want to pray for rain, all our Yunzhou families are willing to help you; but..." Zhao Chengyun said with difficulty.

"Just what?"

"The demon dragon in the Feiying Gorge of Wanzhang Cliff has extraordinary abilities. It was it that cast a spell to seal off the aura of the water within a radius of tens of thousands of miles."

"If you want to pray for rain, you have to get past the evil dragon first, and then you can perform a ritual to gather moisture from all directions." Zhao Chengyun looked embarrassed.

"Oh? What's the background of that demon dragon and what are its magical powers?" Ji Yuan asked with a frown.

"It came from the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. It brought with it three thousand aquatic soldiers. It can form a military formation. Even if ordinary cultivators have powerful spells and great magical powers, if they don't know martial arts, they will surely die in the formation."

"Besides, I don't know what his martial arts skills are or what weapons he uses, but dragons are born with incredible strength, so I think his martial arts skills must be pretty good too."

"Lingxuan Guizhi" also recorded that among all the alien species, dragons are naturally one of the strongest in terms of strength.

The True Dragon was the most powerful among the ancient gods and demons. Later, he became a great saint. His Dharma body measured the universe and had the ability to destroy the heaven and the earth. He attained immortality and was equal to the founder of the immortal sect in terms of status.

However, there are tens of thousands of kinds of Jiaolong, Chilong, and Panlong in the world, but only one in billions can cultivate into a true dragon.

Let alone becoming a real dragon, even if one could cultivate a trace of true dragon bloodline, it would be enough to pluck the stars and grab the moon, and roam the heavens and all realms.

The demon dragon in Feiyingjian obviously couldn't be a real dragon.

"It's hiding in the Eagle Gorge under the cliff. I'm not good at fighting on water. Do you have any way to lure the demon dragon out?"

"This..." Zhao Chengyun and the other two looked embarrassed when they heard this.

"It's not difficult to lure it up, but if you can't subdue it, we will be in trouble..."

Ji Yuan nodded: "I am indeed not sure now; but if you follow my instructions and find some magical materials, I will be sure."

"I wonder if you two are willing to help me?"

As he spoke, he clenched the golden whip with his five fingers and waved it slightly, making a whirring sound.
Zhao Chengyun and the other man's cheeks jumped. They knew that if they didn't agree, the golden whip would probably hit them on the head the next moment, so they nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes. It's our blessing to be able to help you, senior."

"Very good..." Ji Yuan smiled with satisfaction.

He is indeed not absolutely sure about dealing with the demon dragon now.

However, if one can master the [Wind Bag], then his magical powers will be raised to several levels, and perhaps he will be able to succeed.

It just so happens that in order to refine the wind bag, a lot of spiritual materials are needed to assist.

These aristocratic families have accumulated wealth over thousands or even tens of thousands of years, and have countless spiritual objects and magical materials in their homes.

But it's just right, I can use them to practice the [Wind Bag].

(End of this chapter)