Mortal Cultivator

Under the mysterious sky, there are many forces, as complex as stars. Various sects and schools are dormant between famous mountains and beautiful waters.

The ancient families are hidden in the quiet places of time, all of which have the desire and ambition to reach the peak of spiritual power, competing secretly and openly.

The disputes have never stopped. And the Red Fire Demon Lord is like a cloud of disaster hanging over the heads of all parties, shocking the heroes with his half-way cultivation.

The name of the Red Fire Demon Lord, when it first appeared in the world, was accompanied by rolling flames and endless killing. He was originally a casual cultivator, an unknown person, but he found the inheritance of the ancient flame demon in the desperate situation outside the domain.

Since then, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and his temperament has become more and more perverse and violent. Wherever he passed, thousands of miles of red land, lives were charred; cities turned into scorched earth, and mountains and rivers lost their original colors.

Those famous sects have joined forces to encircle and suppress him several times, but all returned in defeat, losing countless elite disciples. After a while, no one dared to easily provoke this evil god, allowing him to carve out a "Red Flame Demon Realm" in the world and be the king.

Wang Lu was just a rising junior in the Lingjian Sect at that time. Although the Lingjian Sect was famous and was the leader of the righteous path, Wang Lu had only been a member for a short time. In the eyes of many senior masters, he was just a junior with decent talent and a bit eccentric behavior.

However, Wang Lu had a stubborn spirit of not admitting defeat and not believing in evil in his bones. When he heard about the evil deeds of the Red Fire Demon Lord, the blood in his heart burned fiercely, and he secretly made up his mind to eliminate this great trouble.

When Wang Lu set out on the road of conquest, his bag was simple and his sword was ordinary, but his eyes were shining and full of determination. Those who were traveling with him all advised him not to be reckless. How could the Red Fire Demon Lord be easily defeated?

Wang Lu smiled but said nothing. In his heart, he silently recited the sword tactics and spiritual formations he had studied day and night. Those exquisite methods were the basis for his confidence in this battle.

When he found the "Red Flame Demon Realm", he saw a surging sea of ​​fire. The heat wave was wrapped in a pungent smell, which made people almost faint. Demonic shadows loomed, and the minions and monsters rushed over with their fangs and claws, but they were easily dealt with by Wang Lu in just a few moves.

But the deeper he went, the heavier the pressure became. The oppression in the air seemed to be materialized, which made his steps a little sluggish. Until in front of the Demon Lord's cave, the Red Fire Demon Lord appeared, surrounded by the violent aura of the half-way spiritual power, just like a scorching sun in the sky, scorching and dazzling, and the power could crush all the ant-like invaders.

Seeing that Wang Lu was just a young boy, the Demon Lord was stunned at first, and then he laughed wildly: "Little kid, are you here to die? Today I will use you to sacrifice my magic power!" After saying that, he raised his hand and a waterfall of fire poured down. The space was distorted and cracked wherever it passed, and the scorching heat seemed to wipe Wang Lu out of this world completely.

Wang saw that Lu Que was not panicked at all in the face of this fierce and fierce attack. He lightly tapped his feet, and his figure flashed to the side like a ghost, easily avoiding the fatal attack.

At the same time, Lu Que waved his right hand, a cold light flashed, and a spirit sword appeared in his hand. As soon as the spirit sword appeared, it hummed, as if it couldn't wait to show its edge. With Lu Que's light shout, the light on the spirit sword became brighter, and instantly split into countless sword shadows. These sword shadows were densely packed, like a group of agile silver fish, freely shuttling in the blazing sea of ​​fire.

And this move is exactly the "Formless Sword Shadow" technique created by Lu Que! This technique specifically attacks the flaws of the enemy's spiritual power, making it hard to defend against. Each sword shadow contains powerful power and exquisite swordsmanship. They cooperate with each other to form an airtight sword net, tightly enveloping the enemy.

Seeing this, the Demon Lord snorted coldly, and the flames around him condensed into a substantial shield, which was airtight. The sword shadow hit it, splashing sparks all over the sky, but it was difficult to hurt it.

The two sides came and went, and for a while, the spiritual power in the Demon Realm was surging and roaring. The Demon Lord's offensive became more and more fierce, with surging waves of fire and roaring demon shadows, trying to force Wang Lu into a desperate situation; Wang Lu's figure was ghostly, using the sword shadow to cover, looking for an opportunity to move, silently reciting the spiritual array mantra in his heart, and quietly setting up a hidden killing array around the battlefield.

In this thrilling, life-and-death battle, time seemed to freeze. The fierce battle between Wang Lu and the Demon Lord had lasted for several hours, and both sides used all their strength and refused to give in. At this time, Wang Lu's spiritual power was like a candle in the wind, almost exhausted, but his resolute eyes always stared at the Demon Lord, not letting go of any flaws.

At this critical moment, the Demon Lord took a breath and prepared to take a breath to adjust his state. Wang Lu, who had been waiting for this opportunity, flashed a look of determination in his eyes, and shouted: "This is the moment!"

As the roar sounded, the spiritual formation that had been hidden in the dark for a long time suddenly shone with dazzling light, and the runes flickered, like the brightest stars in the night sky. Then, rune chains broke out from the ground, with a fierce momentum and powerful binding force, and tightly bound the Demon Lord's limbs with lightning speed. These rune chains are extremely tough, and no matter how the Demon Lord struggles, he cannot break free.

At the same time, Wang Lu poured all the remaining spiritual power into the long sword in his hand without hesitation. In an instant, the sword's light surged, like a blazing sun in the sky, making people dare not look directly at it. Then, this light quickly gathered into a gorgeous and dazzling galaxy, with a mighty power that could destroy the world, and stabbed directly at the chest of the Demon Lord.

At this moment, the whole space seemed to feel an incomparable and powerful force raging. The force was like a surging wave, impacting every corner with overwhelming force. The originally calm air around was like an enraged beast, and began to stir wildly.

Only deafening explosions were heard one after another, and the sound was sharp and piercing, like thunder breaking through the sky. Under the pressure of this powerful force, the air was constantly twisted and deformed, as if it would be completely torn into pieces at any time. Visible air vortices spun rapidly in the air, bringing with them violent gusts of wind, whistling and sweeping past.

This sword, as fast as lightning and as sharp as stars, contained Wang Lu's new understanding of swordsmanship and spiritual power, and the resolute courage to sacrifice his life to eliminate demons. The Red Fire Demon Lord widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, and squeezed out a few broken words from his throat, but he didn't have time to use any means of resistance. His huge body fell to the ground with a bang, and the flames around him faded like a tide, leaving only a dead and scorched earth to witness this shocking duel.

The news seemed to have wings and spread to all the forces in the fairy world in an instant. In the Qingyun Sect, the sect master was discussing important matters with several elders. The disciples rushed in with panic on their faces: "Sect Master, the Red Fire Demon Lord was... killed by Wang Lu of the Spirit Sword Sect! One hit to kill!" For a moment, the meeting hall was silent, and everyone looked at each other. After a long while, the sect master slowly stood up with a solemn expression: "Who is this Wang Lu? The Red Fire Demon Lord was halfway through his cultivation, but he was defeated so easily..."

On the top of Lingjiu Mountain, a strong wind swept by, raising clouds and mist. The patriarch of the mysterious family was wearing a black robe and stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back. His deep eyes stared into the distance, and he held a yellowed ancient book tightly in his hands, as if the secrets of the whole world were hidden in it.

At this moment, a sudden piece of news exploded in the ears of the patriarch like thunder. After hearing this news, the patriarch's originally calm body trembled violently, and the ancient book in his hand slipped out involuntarily, falling straight into the bottomless valley.

In an instant, the surrounding family think tanks gathered around, and their faces were all filled with shock. One of them spoke first: "Patriarch! Wang Lu's move is really earth-shattering. I'm afraid it will completely rewrite the pattern of the fairy world! From now on, Lingjian Sect will become invincible with this boy's help!"

Another think tank also nodded in agreement and said worriedly: "Yes, Patriarch. Judging from the talent and strength shown by Wang Lu, he will definitely lead Lingjian Sect to the top in time. How should our family deal with it then?"

Everyone was talking, and the worry in their words was beyond words. The clan leader remained silent, just quietly looking at the ancient book that disappeared into the abyss, thinking about the countermeasures in his heart...

The clan leader frowned and pondered for a long time, and sighed: "We have been practicing in seclusion, but missed such a great figure. We must be more careful in our future actions."

In the bustling and noisy Xiuxian Market, various casual cultivators and vendors were talking to each other, and the focus of their discussion was all about Wang Lu's killing of the Demon Lord. "I heard that when Wang Lu's sword came out, the sky and the earth changed color, and the spiritual power vortex rushed straight into the sky. Such means are definitely not ordinary!" "Yes, there will be a good show to watch in the future in the Xiuxian world. The Lingjian Sect is going to flourish, how can other forces sit idly by?" Rumors were like a surging tide, pushing Wang Lu's name to the forefront.

At this time, the Lingjian Sect was already surrounded by guests from all sides at the mountain gate. The head of the sect stroked his beard, smiled from ear to ear, and thanked everyone again and again. Wang Lu was surrounded by disciples, smiling shyly, and he didn't look as decisive as he did on the battlefield. But everyone looked at him with awe and respect, and many of his fellow disciples encouraged each other secretly, determined to follow Wang Lu's example and practice the skills.

However, there was a dark tide behind the glory. Deep in the Immortal Palace, several hidden emperors sat on cloud beds with gloomy faces. The head of the emperor slowly said: "Although Wang Lu's move has eliminated a harm, his edge is too strong. The Spirit Sword Sect has risen by taking advantage of this momentum, and it may become a big worry in the future. We have to find a way to give him a warning." The immortal official beside him took the order and left to plan a strategy of checks and balances.

On the other side, the remaining forces of the demon sect gathered at the bottom of the dark valley. In the blood mist, the newly elected leader had a fierce look in his eyes: "Wang Lu killed my demon lord. If I don't take revenge, I'm not a gentleman! Pass the order down, at all costs, find out the whereabouts and preferences of this kid, and wait for an opportunity to act." The demons responded in unison, and the sinister oaths echoed in the valley, and the murderous intent was filled.

Wang Lu killed the Red Fire Demon Lord, just like a huge rock falling into the water, stirring up thousands of waves, making the originally turbulent fairy world fall into a more complicated and confusing situation. In the days to come, various forces fought openly and secretly, and the means of luring, testing, and suppressing emerged one after another; Wang Lu was in the center of the storm, and the road ahead was full of thorns, but he never retreated a step.

During the day, he studied advanced skills with his fellow apprentices, and at night, he sat alone on the top of a mountain, looking up at the stars, and quietly comprehending the new realm of swordsmanship and spiritual power, because he knew in his heart that this shocking duel was just the beginning of a long journey of cultivating immortals. Future challenges would only be more dangerous and difficult. Only by constantly becoming stronger could he protect the righteous path in his heart and keep the immortal world peaceful.

In the long scroll of time, the name of Wang Lu was destined to set off more magnificent stories, becoming an immortal legend passed down from generation to generation in the world of cultivating immortals, leading the later generations to rush to the peak of spiritual power and slay all the evil demons in the world.

In the distant and mysterious time and space, there is a forbidden place that is dreaded by everyone - the Ancient Demon Realm. This area seems to be sealed in the cracks of time and space by a powerful force, isolated from the world. The atmosphere of evil permeates here all year round, and all kinds of demons and monsters are rampant, making this place a real Jedi.

Wang Lu, as the chief disciple of the Spirit Sword School, is tall and straight, like a pine tree standing proudly in the wind. His snow-white clothes flutter in the wind, making him more extraordinary. On his handsome face, a pair of sword eyebrows fly obliquely into his temples, and his bright eyes flash with the light of innate unruliness and intelligence. However, at this time, he frowned and stared at the entrance to the Ancient Demon Realm in front of him with a serious look.

The entrance was dark and deep, like a huge mouth that swallowed everything, emitting bursts of gloomy coldness. The spiritual power around was also abnormally chaotic, surging like violent waves, making people afraid. But Wang Lu knew that he was shouldering the earnest expectations of his master and the important responsibility of maintaining world peace. Although the road ahead was difficult, he still walked towards the unknown area without hesitation.

"Wang Lu, the remnants of the Red Fire in the ancient demon world are restless this time, and their remnants are trying to break through the seal and cause chaos in the nine states. It is extremely dangerous. You must be more careful." The head of the sect, Feng Yin Zhenren, looked solemn and raised his hand to pat Wang Lu on the shoulder. Wang Lu grinned, revealing two tiger teeth, showing his unruly nature: "Don't worry, head of the sect, those crooked demons are unlucky to meet me." Although he said it lightly, he secretly thought in his heart: The Red Fire Demon Lord was rampant in the past and gathered thousands of demons. If it weren't for the desperate seal of the various sects, the world would have been devastated. This time, the remaining forces must be holding back a fatal backhand.

When Wang Lu carefully stepped into this mysterious and terrifying ancient demon world, a rotten and hot breath rushed towards him like a surging wave, as if to swallow him up. Looking up, the sky was dark red, like coagulated blood, giving people a heavy and oppressive feeling. The ground under his feet was cracked like a tortoise shell, and every step he took made a crisp sound, accompanied by rolling heat waves rising from the cracks, burning his feet.

Suddenly, a series of dark green ghost fires jumped out from the narrow gaps from time to time, flickering and jumping, like messengers from hell. Wang Lu had just taken a few steps forward when demon shadows began to gather around him. I saw a group of low-level monsters rushing towards him aggressively. They looked like vicious dogs, but they were burning with blazing black flames. The strange firelight reflected their hideous and twisted faces, which looked particularly terrifying. These monsters continued to emit a pungent stench from their mouths, which was disgusting.

Wang Lu snorted coldly, and the spiritual sword in his palm flashed. Several sharp sword qi came out, instantly chopping the monsters into pieces, turning them into black smoke and dissipating.

"How dare these little minions come out to block the way?" Wang Lu brushed his sleeves and continued to move forward, but he didn't know that he had stepped into the barrier array carefully laid by the remnants of the Red Fire. The surrounding scenery suddenly changed, the fog was as thick as ink, the gloomy cold air penetrated the bones, and bursts of shrill roars echoed in his ears, as if countless wronged souls were crying. Wang Lu was shocked: "The array is so exquisitely hidden!" He closed his eyes and concentrated, mobilizing his spiritual power to sense the direction. In a moment, the spiritual sword in his hand hummed, and the sword sound cut through the fog, finding the flaw in the array. Wang Lu hit with all his strength, the light exploded, and the barrier shattered.

When the thick fog gradually dissipated, an ancient and gloomy castle suddenly appeared in front of Wang Lu. The castle seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mysterious purple light, which appeared and disappeared from time to time, revealing a creepy and strange atmosphere.

The whole castle looked unusually tall and majestic, but its tightly closed door gave people a feeling of being kept away from people. However, even if the door was tightly closed, a strong and nauseating smell of blood still seeped out from the crack of the door. The pungent smell filled the air, as if telling people that countless brutal killings had taken place here.

Wang Lu stood there, staring quietly at the gloomy castle. He knew very well in his heart that this place must be the hiding place of those vicious and vicious remnants of the Red Fire. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but clench the sword in his hand, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. Facing such a dangerous place, he knew that he would face a fierce battle with an uncertain life and death. But no matter what difficulties and obstacles are waiting ahead, he will not retreat, and vows to completely eradicate these remnants that are a scourge to the world.

He took a deep breath, and restrained his breath. Like a ghost, he approached the closed door silently. Every step was extremely light, as if he was stepping into the void, without making any sound.

Finally, he arrived in front of the door. However, at this moment, the door, which was originally quiet and a little weird, suddenly made a dull loud noise. With this loud noise, the two heavy doors seemed to be pushed open by some huge force, and suddenly opened!

In an instant, a powerful magic power gushed out from the door like a violent torrent. This magic power carried rolling heat waves, forming a hot storm, sweeping towards him with overwhelming force.

At the same time, a hoarse and arrogant laugh echoed around. The voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, filled with endless evil and ferocity: "You little bastards from the Spirit Sword Sect, how dare you break into my Scarlet Fire Demon Cave without knowing the consequences? Today I will let you know what it means to come but never return!"

Wang Lu took a closer look and saw that the person who came was tall, with red flames billowing all over his body. He was the leader of the remnants of the red fire - the charred bones of the Flame Demon. This man was once a fierce general under the command of the Red Fire Demon Lord. After the Demon Lord's death, he hid in the ancient demon world and concentrated on plotting revenge. Wang Lu raised his sword eyebrows: "Jiao Gu, if you don't give up on waiting for the remnant to cause trouble, today is the day you die!" After saying this, the spiritual sword glowed brightly and he took the lead in attacking.

The scorched bone body flashed, turned into a ball of fire and teleported behind Wang Lu, and the giant flame fist wrapped in magic energy and blasted out. Wang Lu reacted very quickly. He turned sideways to avoid it, tapped his feet gently, and used the force to circle to Jiao Gu's side. The spirit sword thrust out, and the sword wind roared. Jiao Gu didn't panic, he raised his arms, and the flames turned into a strong shield. He blocked the sharp blow, and the flames on the shield wrapped around the spirit sword, trying to melt it. When Wang Lu saw this, his spiritual power surged into the sword. The sword shook violently, scattering the flames. Several sword arcs were drawn along the way, intertwining into a web of spiritual power in the air, and covering his hood towards the scorched bones.

Jiaogu roared, and the red flames around his body surged. His body rose several feet tall, and his fists danced like two meteors, hitting Wang Lu. While Wang Lu was dodging, he suddenly saw an opening behind the Scorched Bones offensive. With a flash of his eyes, he concentrated all his spiritual energy on the tip of the sword and struck out with a single thrust. Scorched Bones was unable to dodge, and was pierced into the shoulder blade by the spirit sword. He roared in pain, and the demonic flames instantly became violent and shook Wang Lu away.

"Hmph, it's not that easy to kill me!" Jiao Gu pulled out the spirit sword. Demonic flames surged from the wound and healed in the blink of an eye. He formed a seal with his hands, and countless magma gushed out from the ground of the castle, turning into fiery snakes that covered the sky and the earth. Shoot at Wang Lu. Wang Lu's face was solemn, he raised his spiritual sword and flew, holding up a spiritual shield around his body. The fire snake hit the shield, sending sparks flying all over the sky, and the shield was crumbling.

"Let's see how long you can last with such a brutal attack!" Wang Lu gritted his teeth to support himself, while secretly thinking about ways to defeat the enemy. He glanced around the castle and saw strange runes engraved on the walls. He had an idea: This rune might be the center of the magic circle. If it is disturbed, the magic power of the Burnt Bones will have no way to rely on! Ignoring the attack of the fire snake, he took the risk and rushed towards the castle wall. Jiao Gu noticed his intention and tried to stop him, but was thrown away by Wang Lu cleverly.

Wang Lu got close to the wall and struck with all his strength. The spirit sword embedded itself in the runes, and the runes flashed a few times before exploding with a bang. The castle shook violently, the magic power of the scorched bones came back, the body was exhausted, and the flames all over the body dimmed. Wang Lu took advantage of the situation and stepped forward, using all his spiritual power. His sword strikes were like rain, and he was so charred that he was unable to fight back.

"No...I won't give in!" Jiao Gu roared, fighting like a trapped beast, using up his last magic power to sacrifice a magic flame bead. The bead exploded, and the heat wave could burn everything. Wang Lu used his strongest spiritual shield and gritted his teeth to bear it. The heat wave hit, his clothes were ruined and his skin was burned, but he did not retreat even a step. When the demonic flames dissipated, Wang Lu braced himself for his injuries and chopped off the scorched skull with his sword with all his strength. The demonic shadow dissipated, leaving only a remnant of his soul trying to escape.

"Want to escape?" Wang Lu used the Soul Collection Talisman to seal the remaining souls, and the battle was over. He knelt down with serious injuries, swallowed the healing elixir, adjusted his breath for a while, then stood up, looked around the castle, and destroyed all the remnants of the red fire to prevent future troubles. When everything was in order, he dragged his tired body towards the exit of the Ancient Demon Realm, thinking silently in his heart: The peace of Kyushu can be protected for the time being, but in the future, we must not slack off... With a flash of light, Wang Lu stepped out of the Ancient Demon Realm, and the sunlight fell and reflected His face was stained with blood but still as resolute as ever.

On the way back to Lingjian Mountain, Wang Lu reviewed the battle and knew that there were endless hidden dangers in the devil world. In the days that followed, he practiced hard day and night, delving into methods to break the magic. In response to his warning, Lingjian Mountain sent disciples to inspect the gaps in all realms and strengthen the seals.

Wang Lu's reputation grew and he became a role model for young people in Kyushu. However, he understood that the battle with the demonic shadow had just begun. There was a long road ahead. Only a clear sword heart and strong spiritual power could protect the people. Every time he thought about this, Wang Lu tightened his grip on the spiritual sword and looked at the sky, his eyes as sharp as a sword, fearless of the coming wind and frost.