Chapter 108: Refining the Evil Spirits "wrong!" When Wu Yong reached the corpse of the Fire Mulberry God, he suddenly stopped and looked shocked and confused. Following Wu Yong's gaze, the body of the Fire Mulberry was sunk in the swamp, and black blood was flowing out from the cracks in the wood, slowly burning the surrounding water red. However, in his soul's vision, there was a strange aura entwined on the broken body. After repeated bombardment, the charred wood that had long lost all traces of life seemed to be still breathing, and the rough purple-black mulberry bark was gently waving. "Don't go there!" Wu Yong raised his right hand, and the mighty force of heaven and earth stopped the Scorpion Demon from jumping up in excitement, and did not let her get any closer. Then, Wu Yong waved his hand, and the nine-section bamboo staff on the Qingkong Magic Ship was instantly taken into his palm. With just a point of the staff, Wu Yong's figure seemed to have a double image, split into eight. The first body spirit that separated from Wu Yong's body was called Tianchong God. One of its fingers pointed to the sky and the other to the earth, which was in line with the Chongtian God's will of being the only one who is supreme. The second body deity is the Spiritual Wisdom Deity, with his hands raised to his chest and abdomen, forming the Great Wisdom Seal, and his eyes are like torches, illuminating a hundred miles away. The third body deity is the spirit god, with one hand clenched into a fist and the other in the spirit official seal, when put together, they form the five-finger fist seal, which looks very powerful. The fourth body god is the god of strength and soul. His right hand turns into a sword finger and lightly raises it to the tip of his nose. The sharp edges on his whole body are drawn but not released, locking onto the giant monster in the swamp.
The fifth body god, the central god, put his palms together, closed his eyes and walked forward slowly. The sixth body god and spirit god raised his index finger and pointed directly at the remaining body of the Fire Mulberry God, locking onto his aura. The seventh god, the Heroic Spirit God, crossed his arms over his chest with a smile on his face. He walked out from Wu Yong's side and stood beside him. His soft peach blossom eyes took in the entire terrain of the Flame Valley. He chanted an unknown spell between his lips, which gradually subdued the evil spirit. After the seven spirits of body and soul were revealed, eight different perspectives suddenly emerged in Wu Yong's sea of consciousness. Only from the perspective of body and soul could he clearly see the indescribable weird scene. On the wooden body lying on the ground, a deformed and terrifying ghost was twisting its body constantly, trying to leave the broken body. It had three heads and six arms, and red soul fire was burning all over its body. Its eyes were lifeless, and its three faces, which were almost full of cracks, flashed with traces of struggle numbly. On the body that was corroded by the fire mulberry wood, one could vaguely discern the remnants of the flame Dao marks on it. The Dao marks were so dense that one could not tell whether they were counted in tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. It was truly terrifying. A mage with dozens of Dao Marks is already a backbone, but a mage with a hundred thousand Dao Marks? What kind of existence would that be? "Is it the remnant spirit of the God of Fire from the last era?" Wu Yong glanced at the three-headed, six-armed being, and the red hair that turned into a flaming magic scroll, and muttered. The immortals and gods of the ancient era disappeared without a trace after the great catastrophe of the Dharma Ending Age, leaving only a few remnant spirits in the heavens and all over the world. Some of them turned into evil spirits to bring disaster to others, while others became forbidden areas that no one dared to enter. It turns out that there is a remnant spirit behind this Fire Mulberry Monster. "The evil spirit is hard to kill!" The old yellow-fanged elephant transformed into a ten-zhang-tall elephant-headed human body, and limped along the waves as it approached. Finally, it stopped a hundred feet away, looking at Sangmu with a heavy heart. Can't be killed? It is true that the magical powers of ordinary third-level demon kings and fourth-level demon gods may not be able to eliminate such evil spirits, but Jiuzhou has its own national conditions. After all, the remaining spirits of ancient immortals and gods that have been refined and killed in various states and counties in the Nine Provinces are not just one or two. "That's not necessarily the case!" "Huangtian Daoying, recite the Taiping Dao Sutra, donate the thunder and fire talismans, and use the thunder and fire to cleanse this evil obstacle. Youxue, you four strong men will preside over the altar." As he was ordered, Wu Yong threw the nine-section bamboo staff, which circled a thousand feet before firmly sticking into the top of the altar. The soldiers in the Taoist camp knelt on one knee beneath the altar, breathing in and out the fire talismans and wielding the thunder talismans. One after another, the Huangtian talismans fluttered in the wind and stuck to the nine-section staff, igniting without fire. Then he used a nine-section bamboo stick as a coal medium, thunder appeared in the empty space in the valley, and red fire flew from the sky. The thunder and fire suddenly ignited the thousand-foot-tall remains and the remaining soul struggling and twisting on the remains. Wu Yong held the crane-headed Wan Crow Pot in his left hand, turned around and snapped his fingers. The great magical power of the Dao of Fire - Zhurong's Divine Fire fell on the broken body. With the combination of thunder and fire, it exploded even more violently, with thunder and lightning. "Wu's Zhengxiu, your troops are here to guard this evil corpse. You are not allowed to leave within three days!" "This is the remnant spirit of an ancient evil god. It must be completely refined with thunder and fire. Otherwise, it will be reborn in the wilderness of the clan in less than a hundred years."
"When the time comes, without Yan Gu to hold us back, it will be even more of a headache." After taking a quick look at the other cultivators, Wu Yong swung his sleeves and rode on the waves straight toward Tang Valley in the south. The cultivators of the four tribes stayed on the treasure ship for a long time. Seeing that Wu Yong had left, they were eager to try and wanted to go to the Yan Valley to plunder and get a share of the pie. But before the cultivators could stop the treasure ship, a ferocious whip tail that was a hundred feet long was placed across the Sky Eagle treasure ship, staring at the auras of those cultivators. "Now all the soldiers are working to completely destroy that evil spirit. You'd better not move. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain myself!" The Scorpion Demon crossed his arms over his chest, stepped on Wu Xuan's Qingyun, crossed his arms over his chest, swayed with each step, and smiled at the cultivators. But there was a hint of sharpness in his eyes. The black-bone skeleton monster and the Yinyi Taoist of the Blood Sea Dao in the sky above both sides of the big lake also sent their spiritual senses over, and ordered all the cultivators to lower their heads and return. She and Wu Yong nearly died, and they risked their lives to get to this spiritual land, so how could they let these idle and wild Taoist priests who just stood by and watched get any benefit from it? Wu Yong disappeared silently in the Flame Valley again, but the Flame Valley had been completely submerged by the water from the three rivers and four lakes. I don't know where Wu Yong went. Is there really a treasure under the Flame Valley? The Scorpion Demon suddenly thought of something and turned to the cultivators who were flying around on clouds. "The fire mulberry in this Yan Valley is a special spiritual wood. Wu Yong used the fire mulberry to deduce the second-grade Golden Sun Rejuvenating Pill." "Before the floodwaters submerge the fire mulberry trees on the rock walls on both sides, you must remove the fire mulberry trees intact, along with the red rocks, so that they can be transplanted later." Is this happening? The Wu family's cultivators had just been on guard duty when they suddenly heard the Scorpion Demon's orders. For a moment they really didn't know what to do. Wu Yong asked them to stand guard, but Zi Zun asked them to take the Fire Mulberry Spirit Wood before the flood reached the stone wall. The cultivators were hesitant, but fortunately, Wu Xuan made a decision quickly and nodded: "Go get the Fire Mulberry Spirit Wood. With Changying here, there will be no problem here." With this endorsement, the cultivators no longer hesitated, and rode on the clouds to the Flame Valley. The cultivators rode on the blue clouds, pointed their fingers, and a red light flashed on the Xuanyin Demon-Slaying Talisman on their waists. Immediately, a blood-red blade chopped out, and in a few strokes, the red rock was cut open, and the spiritual fire mulberry trees that were still supported by the purple mulberry leaves were taken down by the roots. His clothes are not stained with dust, his feet never touch the ground, he rides on the clouds and mist, and carries the law with him, which makes others envious! Seeing this female cultivator had such prestige, the Scorpion Demon couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and looked at her carefully twice. In the end, he could only curl his lips and quickly returned to the Lou Kun magic ship. Let’s talk about Wu Yong at this time. After using the altar's powerful weapon to deal with the evil god, he stepped on the waves and searched for something within a hundred miles around him with the vision of the Seven Gods' inner world. From a distance, eight young men with similar faces and slightly different clothes were riding on purple clouds, floating up and down in the lake, as if they were searching for something. "That shouldn't be the case. This Qingyun Realm is originally a cloud realm, and there is no earth embryo. Such a strong earth lung fire vein can never be generated naturally, and this earth evil fire poison is far more severe than that of Jiuzhou." "Then how did this evil god come into being?" Wu Yongjin frowned, very confused. Maybe it was underground? The purple cloud circled in all directions, searching for a place with abundant inspiration, but found nothing. Suddenly, a pair of huge, fascinating blood-red eyes flashed across Wu Yong's soul sea. The blood-red eyes were hanging far to the north of the west cliff. It was the cliff where Wu Yong performed the Wan Ya Hu ritual last time, right? The first time he encountered the evil spirit, it was hiding in the north, quietly watching Wu Yong perform the Wan Ya Hu ritual, and never attacked. The remaining spirit of the God of Fire, was it a familiar ritual method that attracted His instinctive gaze? The reason is unknown, but the lair of that evil god may be nearby! Wu Yong rode on the clouds and flew to the north of the initial cliff. There were crackling sounds along the way, and his magic power was surging. The black rocks formed by the molten magma and the red rocks between the rocks within a radius of a hundred miles were all torn down. When the road repairmen arrived at the place, they found that the area of several hundred miles in radius had turned into a deep pit of exposed black rock. The cliffs on both sides had collapsed, blocking the river.
After three days and three nights, there was no more sound south of Yan Valley, and then a purple cloud floated over the vast ocean. "How is it?" Wu Yong stood at the bow of the boat, with his right hand on his waist, gazing at the mulberry trees floating on the surface of the lake. It was seen that the Fire Mulberry God had returned to its original state. Its human-like limbs and organs were no longer visible, and the rough Fire Mulberry bark and other parts had all fallen off. Under the constant bombardment of thunder and fire day and night, only the thousand-foot-long mulberry trunk and the head of the Mulberry God were left. "Master, it seems that it has been completely refined, and the evil spirit has turned into ashes." Cui Yaer stuck his head out and said with certainty. He had a very strange inspiration. When the monster died, he saw the horrible ghost entangled on the corpse. Just a quick glance made him bleed from all seven orifices on the spot, his soul was torn apart, and he never dared to explore the Lou Kun magic ship again. A few hours ago, he seemed to hear a relieved and hearty laugh. When he leaned his head out to look again, he saw that the mulberry wood with the talisman floating on the lake no longer had any ghosts or resentment, and had already turned into a fourth-level precious mulberry wood. "Oh? How can you be sure?" Wu Yong shook his sore arms, looked at the spiritual tree in the swamp that was still stained with red flames, and asked with a smile. "I have had different inspirations since I was young, such as the evil obstacles and blood resentment around the two rampant gods Yin and Xue, and the scorpion spirit behind Zi Zun." "Three days ago, there was a terrifying remnant spirit with three heads and six arms lingering on the corpse of the evil god. Now, it has become clear!" Cui Yaer bowed slightly. He wanted that evil aura, but it seemed that the only thing he could come up with was this strange inspiration. He only hoped that the prince would value it a little. He is no longer young. After joining the Wu family, he has had extraordinary experiences in the past ten years. There are demon kings and generals everywhere. On weekdays, he and other sorcerers are like a background wall, witnessing the battles between the magic masters. If he still inherited an ordinary large ship on the Penglai Sea, doing the work of guarding the sea for a hundred years, it would be nice to be free. Too bad, he's seen more. In fact, he also wants to give it a try! "Oh? You can see it too?" "You can actually see it, too?" Wu Yong's nonchalant chuckle suddenly stopped, and he turned around and stared at the burly Taoist priest. "It was just a quick look, just a warning. That horrific scene alone made me lose my mind. I'm afraid it won't be of any use!" Cui Yaer shook her head bitterly. If Wu Yong really thought he had some kind of magical power, he would probably not be able to handle the important task in the future, so he waved his hands repeatedly to explain. "That's because your soul is too fragile. You can choose a soul-refining method and practice it well in the future." "This is a good early warning magical power, which is very suitable for your identity as the leader of the scout camp. If you practice it well according to the spirit and soul, it may be of great use in the future." Wu Yong took a closer look at this Taoist knight. He was able to capture the remaining spirits of ancient immortals and the traces of the evil spirits of fourth-level evil gods in the second-level period, which was quite good. The palace is indeed lacking a patrol Taoist like this! After patting Cui Yaer's shoulders three times, Wu Yong turned around and walked towards Zemian. (End of this chapter)