There were two grinding stones comparable to mountains, with no power source. They turned slowly under the pull of some invisible force, and bloody fluids flowed out at every moment. Under the gaze of Yang Jie's divine eye, all the blood waters converged into the ground. His eyes quickly moved as if he was on the verge of exhaustion. At that moment, he saw an old temple.
Blood-red, like serpentine blood veins, they densely twined around the tablet of the temple, obscuring the original inscriptions completely.
The originally solemn and imposing temple was dilapidated by the blood veins.
The temple seemed to possess some spirituality, sensing Yang Jie's gaze, it immediately sought his help.
However, before Yang Jie could respond, a dirty and powerful aura within the temple discovered his gaze. With just a thought, he felt as if his divine eye was violently stabbed by some sharp instrument. This almost blinded him. He covered his forehead and tried to restrain himself from crying out.
Yun Zhongzi is not the mastermind, and neither is the red-robed Daoist before him. There is still a puppeteer behind all of this.
Blood flowed down the bridge of his nose. Yang Jie cupped his forehead with his divine eyes, his tone filled with concern: "Uncle, don't act impulsively. There's something behind all this..."
"All this must be caused by the demonic Daoist who bewitched Yun Zhongzi master to take revenge for me!" Huang Long Zhen Ren didn't even listen to him. He drew his treasured sword and charged at the red-robed Daoist with a ferocious aura.
Yang Jie: ""
He had been following Huang Long Zhen Ren for a while, and he was familiar with his uncle's temperament. He knew that persuasion would be useless, so he immediately picked up the Sanjian Liandao Knife, secretly called the howling heaven hound, and circled around to the side to prepare to support Huang Long Zhen Ren.
Just as he was about to take action, he saw Huang Long Zhen Ren spewing a blood arrow. His body shot out like an arrow, flying backward and crashing heavily into a rock wall.
Whether he was willing or not, he couldn't shrink back at this moment. He shouted loudly, "Demonic Taoist, cease your ferocity! Watch as I come to take you down!"
The red-robed Daoist didn't say anything either. With a flash of his sword from mid-air, he produced a treasure that was surrounded by red and black flames. He appeared before Yang Jie in an instant, and the sword stroke was fierce, aimed directly at his forehead.
The two exchanged blows, their speed almost blurring to the eyes. After more than thirty moves, the Daoist's sword style was quite archaic, and the red-black flames that accompanied it further eroded Yang Jie's soul. Realizing this, Yang Jie quickly summoned a crescent-shaped charm and, with three bright moonbeams descending from above, a semi-transparent armor appeared instantly outside his soul as protection.
With a loud howl, the Hidden howling heaven dog leaped out from the shadows and its sharp fangs bit towards the red-robed Daoist's neck.
The red-robed Daoist remained calm and nonchalant, raising his right hand seemingly at random, and suddenly the battlefield shifted to an inner courtyard of a tall tower. The tower had seven levels, with decayed copper bells hanging from the eaves. Most of the columns inside were toppled, and many skeletons were piled up in what should have been the room where the Daoist taught or practiced.
They first fought on the first floor, and there was something odd about the tower. When the red-robed Daoist tried to take Yang Jie upstairs, he tightly controlled his own rhythm, refused to be fooled, and decided to fight on the ground floor. He would never go upstairs.
"Yang brother, I've come to help you!"
Han To Long, a disciple of the Daoist Immortal Zhu Tang, suddenly appeared from nowhere. He swung his sword at the red-robed Daoist, but in the next instant, as if he saw something terrifying, he threw his sword away and ran frantically to the second floor.
"Brother, come back quickly!"
No matter how Yang Jie shouted, Han Du Long showed no response. Yang Jie could only hurry to catch up with him, finally reaching him at the third step.
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Han Du Long, at this moment, appeared as if he had been sliced open with thousands of blades, his body covered in wounds over a foot long. With his ability to control the nine colors and eight powers, Yang Jie could withstand the piercing air currents within the tower like sharp blades. Han Du Long could not; this disciple of the Chen School left no last words. His expression held a final clarity as he nodded to Yang Jie before exhauling his last breath.
Yang Jie was enraged. He directly activated the Heavenly Creature Appearance and Transformation, turning into a giant over ten feet tall. With his three-pointed star and two-edged knife reversed, he destroyed this tall tower.
The red-robed Daoist smiled without saying anything, waved his hand, and the battlefield changed again to a blood lake. This time, it was another disciple of the Daoxiang Tianzun, Xue Ehu, who came to help Yang Jie.
Xue Ehu had just drawn his treasured sword when the howling heaven dog grabbed him by the collar and dragged him away roughly.
The red-robed Daoist seemed to know where Xue Ehu was, and always led the battle towards him, as if he was doomed. Xue Ehu was no fool; he knew that he had become a burden for Yang Jie. Without the help of the howling heaven dog, he ran as fast as he could himself.
Yang Jie battled the red-robed Daoist. He stood firm, not allowing himself to be disturbed by any of the Daoist's moves. After more than a hundred moves, Yang Jie finally saw a clue: the red-robed Daoist appeared to be a phantom, his power was diminishing with each use, and his presence was becoming increasingly faint. His once clear silhouette was now blurry by 30%.
"Yang disciple, I have come to assist you!"
Yang Jie subconsciously gave the command to the dog to drag away the person. After a moment's hesitation, he recognized that it was Huang Long Zhen Ren's voice. Although his uncle was somewhat mediocre, his defense was incredible, and his blood volume was thick. It seemed that he didn't need to drag him away after all?
With his hesitation, there was a muffled "puff" sound.
Suddenly, Huang Long Zhen Ren's sword pierced the red-robed Daoist's heart with a straight stroke, the action was decisive and neat, without any hesitation.
After more than a hundred moves with Yang Jie and fighting in over ten different battlefields, the red-robed Daoist made no sound at all and collapsed limply to the ground. Afterward, he gradually melted into a pool of slime.
Yang Jie and the Howling Heaven Dog: "？？？?"
"My uncle Huang Long Zhen Ren is so powerful? Who was that guy who was previously knocked flying by me?"
The Shenghui Daoist was surprised when he arrived just in time: "Master Huang Long, you have actually defeated the Hongyun Daoist? How did you do it? I apologize, Brother, I shouldn't have asked Master about your secret techniques."
"I have a secret technique? I'm confused, Master. I just made a feint and thrust a sword, and I had all sorts of subsequent plans in mind, but who knew this guy wouldn't dodge at all."
"Is this the Red Cloud?" he asked.
The Shenghui Daoist hesitated for a moment before saying, "I have heard Master Ranlamp describe the appearance of the Red Cloud. I'm sure it's him."
The appearance of the Shenghui Daoist was good news for Yang Jie. The Shenghui Daoist had healed his divine eye for him. He once again searched for the temple that seemed to house the mastermind, but this time he searched for several rounds and saw no trace of it; the temple had simply vanished into thin air.
The Blood River Array is both real and virtual, and both operators have fallen. The array has been broken, and the cold, malevolent wind from the Underworld, which has been absent for a little over half a year, has once again entered this arid and crazy world.
Huang Long Zhen Ren and the Shenghui Daoist searched for spoils of war, but there was no sign of the Nine Nine Scattered Soul Gourd either. They didn't know where this early-stage divine treasure had gone. Yang Jie cared more about the temple, always feeling that the elaborate plan laid by the opposing side was mainly for something inside the temple.
