Dang~dang~
The sound of bells sounded on the Immortal Peak, indicating that the saint's final trial was about to begin.
Changyue stood alone on the altar, with serious-looking holy masters (sect leaders) in front of her, and thousands of disciples with eager eyes behind her.
It's impossible to say I'm not nervous.
The final trial is not easy.
Chang Yue has already learned from the Holy Lords that the last stage of the Holy Maiden Festival is called the Plague Ghost Festival.
Because the local world respects martial arts, large-scale killings often occur, and plagues appear at this time.
When a plague breaks out on a large scale, with dead people everywhere and resentment rising, there will be a very small chance of a disaster creature—the plague ghost—being born.
Wherever the plague ghost goes, the plague spreads, all things wither, and there is no one left alive.
Once the plague ghost grows up, it will inevitably lead to disaster for all living beings.
Thousands of years ago, a saint from the Yinxian Sect captured a plague ghost and imprisoned it deep in a secret realm of the Yinxian Sect to prevent the plague from raging.
In order to seal the plague ghost, the saint paid the price with her life.
The saints of ten thousand years ago were not like the saints of today. Their cultivation level was only in the Zhoutian realm. The saints of that time had advanced cultivation levels and were the true pride of heaven.
Because of the existence of the plague ghost, the secret realm of the Yinxian Sect became a place of death.
Although the plague ghost is sealed, it is too terrifying and cannot be killed easily, and the air of the plague can continuously leak out through the seal, thus forming sick ghosts.
Compared with the plague ghost, although the disease ghost is not worth mentioning, it needs to be cleaned regularly. Otherwise, the disease ghost absorbs the air of the plague and continues to grow, and one day it will grow into a new plague ghost.
Therefore, the final test for the Saint of the Yinxian Sect to succeed the Holy Master is to enter the secret realm to kill the sick and ghosts and cleanse the air of the plague.
If more than 70% of the sick ghosts in the secret realm are cleared away, the trial will be considered a success.
I saw the sect leader taking a step forward and shouting loudly: "Open the secret realm of plague ghosts!"
The secret realm was not originally called the Plague Ghost Secret Realm, but tens of thousands of years have passed, and the original name of the secret realm has long been forgotten, and the Plague Ghost Secret Realm naturally became its new name.
As the sect master finished speaking, Holy Master Xia Zhi took out a token from his arms and threw it into the sky.
The token turned into a stream of light, creating a transparent ripple in the sky.
That's a ripple in space.
The ripples continued to ripple, and only the yellow-green mist appeared, which was the air of plague that permeated the secret realm.
Blocked by space ripples, the air of plague cannot pass through the secret realm and enter the real world.
The sect leader leapt to the altar where Chang Yue was, took out a crystal jade bottle and handed it to her.
The jade bottle is half a foot high, and the mist inside the bottle is billowing. It looks really extraordinary.
Chang Yue knew what it was.
The Seven Treasures Glazed Purifying Vase is the secret treasure of the Yinxian Sect.
The Seven Treasures Glazed Purifying Vase was made from the bones of the saint who sealed the plague ghost back then. The saint's aura of creation had been cultivated to the extreme, and her bones were the nemesis of the plague's aura.
Although the final trial of the Yinxian Sect is dangerous, it is impossible for the saint to take the risk for nothing. This Seven Treasures Glazed Purifying Vase is the treasure given by the sect for protection.
The "Seven Treasures" in the Qibao Glazed Vase actually has no special meaning, because the saint's name is the "Seven Treasures Saint".
Regarding the matter about the Plague Ghost Secret Realm, the sect leader had already told Chang Yue in advance what she needed to say, so she only told her, "Be careful in everything, and don't rush into anything."
"yes!"
Chang Yue took the Seven Treasures Glazed Purity Vase, cupped her hands towards the sect master, and then jumped into the ripples of space.
After a period of dizziness, Chang Yue appeared in a desolate space. The light here was dim, and all he could see was wisps of yellow-green mist.
This mist is the air of plague.
Apart from the earth, the sky, and the air of plague that spread everywhere, Chang Yue couldn't see any fourth thing.
"This is the secret realm of plague ghosts!" Chang Yue whispered.
She stretched out her hand, and the small and exquisite Liuding Xuanhuo Cauldron appeared in her palm.
"go!"
Changyue waved his hand, and the green fire dragon roared out. Wherever the fire dragon passed, endless fire raged, and the plague was burned out in an instant.
Changyue's trip is not only to eliminate the disease ghosts, but also to clean up the air of plague. The more the air of plague is reduced, the weaker the plague ghosts in the seal will be.
One day it will be worn away and die.
The air of plague in this area was cleared away, and Changyue felt that the sky was a little brighter.
She chose a direction and began to walk forward step by step. As she walked, she used the endless fire to cleanse the air of plague.
The everlasting fire can be said to be the mortal enemy of the plague air to some extent.
The endless fire is born from the vigorous life energy, but the plague air can easily plunder and destroy living beings.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the air of plague in front suddenly became much stronger, and a yellow-green ghost was seen slowly floating out of the air of plague.
Is this a sick man?
The upper body of the sick ghost looks very similar to a human being, except that the body is thin and dry, and there is no trace of flesh and blood on the cheeks, like a mummy.
They have no lower body, and their lower body is just wisps of misty plague air.
Sick ghosts have no sense and will only instinctively chase the air of plague, but once they encounter a flesh and blood body, they will immediately become bloodthirsty and violent.
Sure enough, as soon as the sick ghost showed up, it pounced on Chang Yue with its claws and teeth.
With a flick of Chang Yue Su's hand, a red flame golden thread instantly penetrated the sick ghost's eyebrows, and the sick ghost was burned to ashes before he could even cry out.
The Zhiyang Zhenqi of the long moon can overcome the plague energy and sick ghosts.
However, this sick ghost must have just been born, so it is so weak.
Then Chang Yue began to search for places with strong plague air. The stronger the plague air, the more sick ghosts gathered there and the more powerful they were.
After walking for who knows how long, an abyss appeared in front of Chang Yue.
Under the abyss, the rich aura of plague was about to turn into substance. They were rolling like water. From time to time, Chang Yue could even see the heads of sick ghosts rolling out of the abyss along with the aura of plague.
Without saying a word, the fire dragon plunged into the abyss. Suddenly, the abyss was like a pot of hot oil filled with water droplets, and began to roar violently. Countless roars belonging to sick ghosts resounded below.
One after another, the sick ghosts disappeared under the burning flames.
"Ang~~~"
Waves of passionate dragon roars were heard, and emerald-green flames rose and fell on the ocean of plague air, like blooming green lotuses.
The ocean of plague air was ignited!
The endless burning is getting stronger and stronger, and the level of the Sea of Plague is constantly lowering.
However, the fire dragon still underestimated the terrifying power of the ocean of plague energy.
After an unknown amount of time, the fire dragon roared out of the ocean of plague air, with a sick ghost exuding terrifying power wrapped around its neck.
Even though the sick ghost's body had been ignited by the endless fire, it was still tightly wrapped around the fire dragon's neck.
boom! ! !
Finally, the fire dragon's neck was strangled, and its flaming head and body fell toward the ocean of plague air.
As soon as the fire dragon's head was broken, the flames on the sick ghost's body disappeared.
The fire dragon is made of flames and is not a real dragon. Even if the head is severed, it is not really a big injury.
Changyue took out the Liuding Xuanhuo Cauldron and saw the Suan Ni head in the belly of the cauldron. When he opened his mouth and sucked it in, the fire dragon's head and body turned into two flames again and were sucked straight into its belly.
Without the fire dragon, the sick ghost turned its attention to Chang Yue.
A sick ghost whose strength is comparable to that of the Xiantian realm!
Did he encounter a big fish when he first arrived? Changyue couldn't help but think.
According to the sect leader, the Secret Realm of Plague Ghosts is cleaned every twenty years. It is possible for sick ghosts to be born that are comparable to Xiantian Realm warriors, but the number will definitely not be large, one or two at most.
So I really won the lottery?
"Roar!!!"
The sick ghost roared and rushed towards Changyue, but before it could reach Changyue, it ran headlong into a net woven with red flame gold threads.
Trapped in the net, it could not move.
"Ahhhh!!!"
The scorching heat burned it in agony.
But the sick ghosts in the Xiantian realm are not easy to deal with.
Suddenly, under Chang Yue's surprised gaze, the sick ghost turned into a ball of mist and disappeared.
At this time, the alarm bells in Chang Yue's heart rang loudly, and she instinctively used the teleportation skill to disappear from where she was.
Sure enough, her hunch was right. As soon as she disappeared, a ghost hand suddenly appeared there, with the purpose of taking out her heart.
"Jiejiejie~~~"
The sick ghost appeared with a sinister smile.
No wonder the sect leader said that high-level sick ghosts are difficult to deal with, but it turns out he has this skill! Chang Yue thought with lingering fear.
"Jiejiejie~~~"
The sick ghost let out an unpleasant laugh, turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Changyue again, with a pair of terrifying claws.
Chang Yue made a casual move, and a long knife shining with cold light appeared in her hand.
Without anyone from the Yinxian Sect present, she could use the Weeping Blood Knife technique as she pleased.
The knife in Changyue's hand was not the bloody knife specially made by her. It was just an ordinary low-grade treasure. The bloody knife was currently in the hands of the clone in white clothes.
This knife was a trophy she got in the battle of Moro City.
Just make do with it!
I saw Changyue's feet suddenly exerting force, and the next second they suddenly disappeared from the place, turning into afterimages and rushing towards the sick ghost.
when! ! !
The long knife and the ghost claw collided together, making a tooth-piercing sound.
Chang Yue was surprised. The sick ghost's claws were really hard, and he was able to create a gap in a long treasured sword with just one blow.
Although countless thoughts flashed through her mind, the movements of her hands did not stop at all. In an instant, she swung the long knife and struck dozens of times.
The sick ghost's movements were not slow at all, and he actually took all of Chang Yue's killing moves with a wave of his ghost claw.
Click! ! !
Finally, the long knife could not withstand such a fierce attack and was crushed by the sick ghost's claws.
However, at this moment, a plain silver thread appeared on its neck and limbs.
Click~~~
The cold air emanated from the silver thread, causing the sick ghost to subconsciously slow down his movements.
It wanted to repeat its old trick and turn into dense air to avoid Changyue's attack, but the cold air released by the Taiyin energy seemed to freeze space, and it was unable to do so in time.
Even if it is only a moment slower, it is enough to decide the winner of the battle.
I saw a long knife in Changyue's hand again. The long knife was filled with hot Zhiyang Qi, and it stabbed the sick man's chest fiercely.
The Yang Qi spread from the chest to the whole body of the sick ghost, and the sick ghost turned into ashes while wailing.
After eliminating the congenital realm sick ghost, Chang Yue walked to the edge of the abyss and took out the Seven Treasures Glazed Purity Vase.
She poured her true energy into the bottle, and in the next second a terrifying suction force appeared at the mouth of the bottle. The plague gas rolling in the abyss turned into a long dragon and was sucked into the bottle, and was quickly refined by the jade purifying bottle.
The Qibao Glazed Purifying Vase is specially made to restrain the spirit of plague. Although its function is simple, its effect is outstanding.
The ocean of plague air disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon the sick ghosts emerged from it without a place to stay.
Changyue waved again, only to hear a cry, and a giant bird with golden light all over its body appeared majestically in the sky.
"Liu Huo, burn these sick ghosts for me!"
That giant bird is the Yan Yan Fire Crow Liu Huo who has been practicing on the Fusang Sacred Tree.
With the help of the Fuso Sacred Tree, its aura is stronger than before.
"Quack quack~~~"
Liuhuo nodded, and the flames flowed from his body, turning into a stream of light and rushing into the abyss.
Its flames are much more terrifying than the fire dragon.
In the screams, all the sick and ghosts were annihilated.
I don’t know how long it took, but there was no trace of plague in the abyss, nor was there a single sick ghost.
"Tweet, Tweet, Tweet~~~"
After successfully retreating, Liuhuo turned into a small, exquisite and plump bird and landed on Changyue's shoulder. He combed his red-gold feathers leisurely. Even his cry changed due to his reduced size. .
"Well done!"
Changyue patted its head.
"That's right!" Liu Huo raised his head proudly, "The little plagues are all vain under my divine fire."
"Look at how angry you are." Changyue shook her head helplessly.
"Hmph~~~ I have the ability to play tricks." Liu Huo tried his best to straighten his chest and almost fell off Chang Yue's shoulders.
A considerable part of the plague aura disappeared, and the sky in the Plague Ghost Secret Realm suddenly became brighter.
"Let's keep going!"
After crossing the abyss, Chang Yue continued walking towards the depths of the secret realm. As more and more sick ghosts were eliminated, she knew that she was almost reaching the core of the secret realm.
The source of disease and ghosts - plague ghosts - is sealed there.
But as he continued walking inside, Chang Yue discovered something unusual.
It stands to reason that the closer to the place where the plague ghosts are sealed, the stronger the plague air should be, and the number of sick ghosts should be greater. Why is it the opposite now?
The further inside Chang Yue found that the sky was brighter and the air was fresher.
What about the air of plague? Where's the sick guy?
After walking for a while, a stone forest appeared in front of Chang Yue, with thick tan stone pillars standing upright.
Suddenly a hoarse voice sounded.
"finally come!"
Changyue was startled. She followed the sound and saw a figure standing above the stone pillar in the center of the stone forest.
He looked at Changyue with a smile.
"The Hidden Immortal Sect...the Saint...is finally here..."
It was as if he hadn't spoken for a long time and was trying to adapt to talking.
When she saw the figure clearly, Changyue was stunned?
people?
No, it is impossible for people to exist in the secret realm of plague ghosts. Those are... sick ghosts?
But he looks exactly like a human, except that his face is a little grayer, not as dry as a dead corpse like a sick ghost, and he has two feet!
The sick ghost has no lower body!
(End of chapter)
