abnabooks Chapter 1765 Red Devil
Chapter 1765 Red Devil
Chapter 1765 Red Devil
He Lingchuan also knew that the moment he pried open the Haoyuan Golden Mirror and awakened Qianhuan Zhenren, he put himself in danger - being targeted by the Heavenly Palace and Bai Ziqi was bad enough, and now he had to add an ancient immortal to the mix.
So after he was sure that the Dafang Pot could pry open the Haoyuan Golden Mirror, he did not take action immediately. Instead, he hinted to the immortals of the Huanzong to attack the Banqiu Lighthouse.
Once the Huan Sect suffered heavy losses, He Lingchuan would successfully create a situation where the Immortal Sect was in imminent danger and was in a precarious situation. After Qian Huan woke up, he would not attack him at the first time because of the situation and pressure.
After all, more than half of the immortals of the Huan Sect have died. Qian Huan must win over and utilize all available forces and put all doubts aside.
Fortunately, Miao Zhantian was very supportive and his plan went smoothly.
He Lingchuan and Qian Huan looked at each other, both appearing calm on the surface, but with a lot of thoughts in their minds.
"Interesting." Qian Huan suddenly asked, "Have you ever caused trouble in Lingxu City?"
"Not really." He Lingchuan shook his head. "What I destroyed was the Heavenly Palace Star Picking Tower. It was Lingshan that released the monster from the Fu Realm to attack Lingxu City."
This must be clearly distinguished.
"A lot of people died at that time?"
"Tens of thousands of casualties."
"The Fu beasts had the opportunity to attack Lingxu City, and the source is you. Even if you didn't release them yourself, you are more or less contaminated by the karma." Qian Huan tilted his head, "But I see that you are very clean, with almost no karma entanglement."
As long as He concentrates and observes, He can see that the karma of others is like silk threads, entangled and intertwined.
Some people talk a lot about benevolence, righteousness, and morality, but Qian Huan can see at a glance that they are entangled in evil karma, which almost wraps them up like cocoons. He knows that these people indulge in evil in private and are hypocritical. They are the so-called beasts in human clothing.
In his eyes, nothing can escape his gaze.
"No? Great!" He Lingchuan looked relieved. "After the incident in the Heavenly Palace, I still felt a little guilty. After hearing what the Immortal Venerable said today, I feel relieved. This means that these retributions are not counted on me."
This old guy really has supernatural powers. He can even see the karma of other people!
Yes, the old turtle monster by the Xianling Lake in the past could see a thing or two. The one in front of him was a true immortal among the top in ancient times, so his eyesight should also be extraordinary.
After hearing his answer, Qian Huan frowned, which was rare. Is that so?
The ones whose karma can be so clean must have either been practicing asceticism in a temple all their lives, unaware of worldly affairs and not entangled by worldly karma, or they must be children under four or five years old.
The young man in front of me has deep eyes and seems peaceful, but in fact he has a murderous aura hidden in his body. It seems that he has blood on his hands. How can he look like a naive person?
Is there some way to cover up karma?
Hmm, could it be the effect of that treasure? I have never heard of it before.
Dong Rui's eyes rolled around as he heard this. He looked at Qian Huan and then at He Lingchuan, thinking to himself, could this old guy have made a mistake?
Who is He Lingchuan? How many earth-shaking things has he done since he caused trouble in the Heavenly Palace? Without mentioning anything else, let's just talk about what he did in Yao Country. He indirectly killed the King of Yao, and Yao Country was destroyed. How many people lost their heads overnight, and their future and destiny were changed overnight. Aren't these causes and effects attributed to He Lingchuan at all?
Absolutely not.
But Qian Huan’s eyesight should not be prone to mistakes. Where did these karmas go?
Lost?
"So, what about General Hong?" He Lingchuan changed the subject. "She also entered Taoism through martial arts, right? But her cultivation seems to have no limit."
He has always hoped to find the answer to this question.
"General Hong is a special case. She is not an orthodox practitioner." Qian Huan half turned his head and glanced at him from the corner of his eye. "Strictly speaking, she is not even a 'human'. In the end, she did not have a good ending."
"She's not a human?" He Lingchuan was surprised. "Then what is she? Half-god or half-immortal?"
Qian Huan walked back and looked at He Lingchuan: "I thought you knew something."
Even though this is just a Dharma body, his gaze still makes people feel very stressed.
Why did he think He Lingchuan should know?
"Looking at flowers in the fog, you can never get close." He Lingchuan sighed, "After all, it happened more than 150 years ago. The truth is either buried in history or in the hands of an immortal like you."
Dong Rui was not interested in General Hong, but when he heard these words, he immediately thought of the God of Wind believed by the people of Yinzhu Island.
The truth can be concealed and faith can be deceived.
Qian Huan's eyebrows twitched, and he spread his hands: "Look, am I a human?"
He now has the appearance of a human being.
“No.” Qian Huan is a mirage fairy. This appearance is just an illusion. Who knows what its true form looks like?
Qian Huan asked again: "Then what is considered a human being?"
"Only those with a human body and soul can be considered human." As a demon puppet master, Dong Rui actually has more say than He Lingchuan on what a "human" is. "No matter how similar your body is to a human, your soul is not human after all. Just like a demon in the skin of an immortal, it is still a demon after all."
"Okay." Qian Huan's gaze seemed indifferent and a little strange to He Lingchuan. "The same goes for General Hong. Her makeup is such that even I have to call her a 'monster'."
Monster? What kind of composition is that?
As the sky gradually brightened, Xiao Wencheng ran back from the beginning and reported to Qian Huan: "The Xuan Crystals have been sold out."
Without the Haoyuan Golden Mirror, he had to go up and down Shilong Peak by himself.
After today, there is no point in keeping Xuan Jing in Xianguang Cave.
Qian Huan raised his chin towards Xiao Wencheng: "Exquisite Blood Pearl."
Xiao Wencheng immediately found a box, opened it, and presented it respectfully.
Qian Huan picked up a red hollow ball from the box and looked at it in the light.
"You couldn't use it just now because the conditions were not yet ripe." He pointed at the sand table, "Now it can be used."
After saying that, he blew at the blood bead and threw it back into the box.
He Lingchuan noticed at first glance that this small ball seemed to be carved from a tree root. After Qian Huan blew air into it, it seemed to awaken something, and a wisp of red smoke began to float around inside.
Then, the divine bone necklace in his chest began to heat up again.
This guy had been silent for more than half a year, but suddenly became active after entering the Upside-Down Sea. Is it because there are so many delicious foods here?
Can it possibly eat this ball of red mist?
The red mist condensed into a human face in the ball and said to Qian Huan, "You actually came out of seclusion?"
There was a hint of surprise in his tone.
Qian Huan ignored him and handed Xiao Wencheng a black pendant the size of a quail egg, and then his figure gradually faded away.
He disappeared, leaving only three lotus petals on the altar.
There was still a little water on the petal.
Xiao Wencheng held the root ball and said solemnly to the red smoke inside:
"In today's battle, if you help us defeat the demon, you will regain your freedom! From now on, the world is vast and no one will restrict you anymore."
The gap between the roots of the small ball was obviously very large, but the red mist could not squeeze out, so he just asked, "Which demon is coming?"
"Feng He, Zhao You."
Red Face yawned.
"And their true divine beauty."
The red-faced girl was startled: "Miao Zhantian is here too, isn't he your master's mortal enemy? I won't go, I can't beat him."
Dong Rui touched his nose on the side, this thing is quite honest.
Xiao Wencheng said: "I won't let you fight Miao Zhantian alone."
Hongying was uncertain: "Will Qianhuan take action?"
Xiao Wencheng replied: "This is the Upside-Down Sea. The Immortal Venerable has been in seclusion here for many years."
This answer seemed irrelevant, but Hongying understood: Miao Zhantian broke into the cave where Qianhuan was in seclusion with bad intentions, so Qianhuan would definitely fight back.
It was silent.
Xiao Wencheng continued to persuade him: "If you miss today, you will never have another chance. In two hundred years at most, you will be completely refined!"
"That's Miaozhantian!" Hongwu laughed, "I'm afraid it will be gone once I go there, so there's no need to wait for two hundred years."
Xiao Wencheng picked up the black pendant and shook it gently in front of it: "Do you know what this is?"
Hong Wu leaned over and took a few deep sniffs, a little surprised: "Ghost bird's crop? How many heads does it have?"
"Five." Xiao Wencheng said, "If you agree to fight, this crop will be yours."
Even He Lingchuan could see the red mist's intention, but it still said, "Too few people died, I won't go either."
Xiao Wencheng held the red ball and walked to the sand table: "See for yourself."
Due to the destruction caused by the rift in time and space, the central and southern parts of Yinzhu Island are now devastated, with towns destroyed and buildings dilapidated.
There were originally nearly 10,000 residents in this area, but less than one in ten are still alive today.
He Lingchuan and Dong Rui couldn't bear to watch such a tragic scene any longer, but Hong Wu clicked his tongue a few times and said, "That's better."
Xiao Wencheng pointed at the Banqiu Lighthouse and the mine: "There are still several people killed in the battlefield here, not only the demons in the guise of immortals, but also..."
He said nothing further.
Red Mist grunted, "Give me the crop and swear an oath."
Xiao Wencheng took a stick of incense from the incense burner in the shrine, used it as a pen, and wrote the oath on the talisman paper.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dong Rui whispered to He Lingchuan:
"Ghost birds are extremely powerful and ferocious monster birds from ancient times. They feed on other monsters. The more powerful they are, the more heads they have. It is said that the most powerful nine-headed ghost birds love to eat phoenix cubs, and often conflict with the phoenix clan because of hunting young birds. Too much flesh and resentment of monsters are ground into their crop, so they are powerful materials. But they don't eat mortals, just like a tiger doesn't lick an ant."
Xiao Wencheng's talisman was an oath sworn in the name of the Huan Sect. After it was written, he circled it three times on the incense burner.
Then, every stroke on the talisman paper emitted a faint red light.
The oath takes effect.
He pressed the talisman paper into the red ball, and the human face formed by the red mist became a little clearer, with a head, face and neck.
As soon as the talisman paper touched the red mist, it turned into a chain and tied around its neck.
The words on the talisman paper still glowed red on the chain.
Xiao Wencheng said in a deep voice: "Once you fulfill the agreement, the chain will open automatically."
After that, he threw the ghost bird's granary into the root ball.
The face formed by the red mist opened its mouth and swallowed the crop without chewing it. It just smacked its lips and said, "It's a small help. If your master hadn't insisted on reducing my cultivation, why would I have bothered to deal with these bastards today?"