PDLP Chapter 130 Using a Talisman as a Guide, the Maoshan Divine Strike
Chapter 130 Using a Talisman as a Guide, the Maoshan Divine Strike
With the plan settled, everyone went their separate ways.
The next day, Master Qingxuan immediately began contacting various local forces, while Master Yuzhen led several disciples to the Voodoo Cult's stronghold in a grand manner.
Meanwhile, at the edge of the eerie fog, dozens of miles away from Wanfu Temple, ten figures quietly gathered.
Leading them were Daoist Qingxu and the turtle fisherman from the South China Sea.
Behind him were eight people, including four skilled fishermen brought by the turtle fishermen from the South China Sea, and four elite disciples carefully selected from Wanfu Temple and Quanzhen Sect branches.
"Remember, our goal is to destroy the altar, not to fight," the turtle fisherman from the South China Sea instructed in a deep voice. "Avoid fighting as much as possible along the way. If you are discovered, finish the fight quickly and decisively; do not linger."
"Yes!" the crowd responded in hushed tones.
"Set off."
Ten figures silently disappeared into the eerie mist, hurrying towards the altar located in the center of the rainforest.
Fishing turtles in the South China Sea led the way, avoiding any visible or hidden sentry posts that the Voodoo Cult might have set up.
Master Qingxu followed closely behind, his divine sense quietly spreading out to perceive the surrounding rustling of leaves and the slightest movement.
The journey was relatively smooth at first.
But the closer you get to the heart of the rainforest, the thicker the eerie fog becomes, thick, dark red mud appears on the ground, and a nauseating smell of blood permeates the air.
The trees and vines along the way all had a sickly dark red color, and their branches and leaves moved as if they were alive, even without wind.
Even more bizarrely, some tree trunks were inlaid with distorted human faces, with empty eyes and mouths that opened and closed silently.
"Be careful, these trees are corrupted by evil spirits and will attack living creatures," the turtle fisherman from the South China Sea warned in a low voice.
The words had barely left his mouth!
Chi Chi Chi!
Dozens of dark red vines suddenly shot out from the tree canopy from all directions, coiling around the crowd like venomous snakes!
The tips of the vines split open, revealing sharp, white teeth that dripped foul-smelling slime.
"break!"
Master Qingxu gave a low shout, and several talismans flew out from his sleeve.
The talisman ignited in mid-air, transforming into clusters of pale blue flames that instantly reduced the attacking vines to ashes.
But more vines kept coming.
"Use these." The turtle fisherman from the South China Sea took out several peach wood plaques from his backpack and distributed them to everyone. "Wear them close to your body to ward off evil spirits."
Everyone quickly accepted it.
The peach wood plaque feels warm and smooth to the touch, emitting a faint, clear light.
Strangely enough, the vines that had been attacking so fiercely retreated as if avoiding snakes and scorpions once they got within a certain range of the group.
Several disciples from the Southeast Asian branch were dumbfounded.
"The things bestowed by Master Li... are indeed miraculous!" Master Qingxu thought to himself, his awe of Master Li, whom he had never met, deepening even further.
With the peach wood amulet protecting me, the rest of the journey went much more smoothly.
Plants tainted by evil energy, and even monstrous beasts lurking in the shadows, dare not approach easily.
Two hours later.
The fog ahead suddenly thickened to the thickness of blood, reducing visibility to less than three zhang (approximately 10 meters).
The mud was ankle-deep, making each step extremely difficult.
"We've arrived." The turtle fisherman from the South China Sea stopped, his expression grave. "The core area of the rainforest is just ahead."
Everyone held their breath and gathered their inner energy to look ahead.
The next moment, everyone was so shocked by the scene before them that they were speechless.
A pale white altar, covering an area of about ten zhang in diameter, was seen, half-submerged and half-floating in the dark red swampy mud, like the skeleton of a giant beast.
The altar was not made of bricks and stones, but rather of countless piles and fusions of white bones!
Human and animal bones were piled up layer upon layer, densely packed, with twisted dark red patterns engraved on the surface of the white bones, like the blood vessels of a living creature, pulsating slightly with some kind of rhythm.
In the very center of the altar, a huge dark red "egg" floats.
The egg was three zhang in diameter, like the heart of a living creature, expanding and contracting at a steady frequency.
Inside the egg, a ferocious and enormous phantom could be seen faintly.
It has the outline of three heads and six arms, its body is wrapped in viscous blood, and it exudes an evil pressure that makes people tremble with fear.
That oppressive aura had already reached S-level, and it was slowly but steadily climbing towards an even higher level!
Around the altar, dozens of Voodoo cultists dressed in black robes and with their faces painted knelt on the ground, chanting obscure incantations.
The person at the head of the group knelt at the very front of the altar.
He was an old man with a hunched back, wearing a robe embroidered with centipedes and venomous snakes. His face was covered with deep wrinkles like tree bark, but his eyes, cloudy yet sharp, shone with an almost frantic desire.
It is none other than the current leader of the Voodoo Cult, the "Blood Witch" Sagu!
At this moment, Sagu raised his hands high, palms facing the sky, his ten fingers withered like eagle claws, and drops of dark red essence blood kept seeping from his fingertips, merging into a black magic artifact shaped like a heart that floated in front of him.
The magical artifact was connected to the giant egg in the center of the altar, clearly indicating that it was his natal object for controlling the evil spirits within the egg.
"It'll be soon...it'll be soon..."
Sagu's lips moved, his voice dry and hoarse, "Soon... my Blood Rakshasa will be completely transformed into a demon god! At that time, with the feedback of demon god power, I will surely break through the shackles!"
He seemed to already see himself regaining his youth and dominating Southeast Asia in the future.
He seemed to already see himself regaining his youth and dominating Southeast Asia in the future.
However, at this crucial moment...
"Who dares to spy on the sacred altar?!"
Sagu suddenly turned his head, and his turbid eyes suddenly shot out two scarlet beams of light, which shot straight towards the place where Master Qingxu and the others were hiding!
Although Master Qingxu and the others had tried their best to conceal their auras, at such close range, Sagu, relying on his close connection with the Blood Sacrifice Array, still sensed that slightly discordant aura.
"We've been exposed! Make your move!" The turtle fisherman from the South China Sea reacted the fastest, shouting and rushing out first!
With a flick of his longsword, the blade blazed with golden light, transforming into a streak of golden sword energy that tore through the blood mist and slashed straight at the two black-robed cultists closest to the edge of the altar!
"Enemy attack!!"
The voodoo followers around the altar immediately began to shout.
However, those who could protect the Dharma in this core area were all elites of the Voodoo Cult, and they remained calm despite the alarm.
Several black-robed cultists near the edge immediately stood up, letting out sharp hisses, forming hand seals, and blood mist churned around them, condensing into several blood-red pythons as thick as water buckets, to meet the golden sword energy!
boom!
The sword energy collided with the blood python, unleashing a dull, deafening roar.
Golden light and blood light intertwined and exploded, the energy overflowing and causing the surrounding blood mist to churn violently.
The blood pythons were shattered into pieces by the sword energy, but the momentum of the sword energy was also slowed down.
Taking advantage of this brief moment, more black-robed cultists reacted and quickly formed a battle formation.
Meanwhile, they split into eight groups of four, each attacking Master Qingxu and the turtle fisherman from the South China Sea.
These eight people possessed formidable auras, clearly all being experts at or above the B-level!
"Hmph, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!" Master Qingxu sneered, and with a flick of his sleeve, several talismans shot out like birds.
The talisman spontaneously combusted in mid-air, transforming into lightning, fire, and wind blades that blasted towards the onrushing black-robed cultists.
At the same time, he moved like lightning, stepping with powerful strides, dodging two blood arrows that came from the side, and rushed straight towards Sagu in the center of the altar!
To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first!
As long as Sagu's spellcasting is interrupted, the Blood Sacrifice Array will be thrown into chaos!
However, as the leader of the Voodoo Cult, Sagu was not someone to be trifled with.
Although he was presiding over the blood sacrifice and distracted by controlling the grand formation, his cultivation level, comparable to the peak of the Divine Refinement stage, was undeniable.
Seeing Master Qingxu rushing towards him, a sinister glint flashed in Sagu's eyes. He neither dodged nor avoided, his left hand still maintaining the posture of transferring essence blood to the black magic weapon, while his right hand suddenly clenched!
"Blood Fiend Bind!"
Below the altar, viscous swamp blood suddenly shot into the sky, transforming into seven or eight enormous, dark red tentacles that coiled around Master Qingxu from all directions!
These blood-fiend tentacles are not physical entities, but rather formed from pure blood-fiend energy and the resentment of those who died unjustly. They specifically defile magical artifacts and erode true energy, making them extremely difficult to deal with.
Master Qingxu's expression changed slightly. He abruptly twisted his body in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the attack of the two tentacles. At the same time, he pointed his sword finger and several sharp sword energies shot out, severing the other tentacles.
But the severed tentacles did not dissipate; instead, they turned into an even denser blood mist, attempting to penetrate the body through the pores.
Master Qingxu quickly circulated his true energy, forming a protective aura on his body to isolate the blood mist from the outside.
During this delay, two elderly men with particularly gloomy auras, dressed in black robes with gold trim, flashed to the side of Sagu and blocked Qingxu Daoist's path.
The two old men were of different heights. The tall one was as thin as a bamboo pole with sunken eyes and held a white bone staff in his hand. The short one was as fat as a ball with a face full of fat and a black leather whip that kept writhing around his waist.
The energy fluctuations emanating from them were clearly those of the Refining Spirit Realm!
These are the left and right guardian elders of the Voodoo Cult!
"Great Xia Taoist priests, we pointed you in the right direction, but you insisted on coming here to die?"
"Hehehe... Since you're here, stay and serve as food!"
With a wave of his white bone staff, the tall, thin elder conjured dozens of pale white bone spears that shot towards him with a piercing sound.
The fat, short elder let out a strange laugh, untied the black leather whip from his waist, and swung it through the air.
The whip suddenly stretched out as if it were alive, its body splitting open into countless tiny mouthparts that spewed out dark green poisonous mist. The mist churned, and countless tiny phantom images of poisonous insects could be vaguely seen, enveloping Master Qingxu.
The two cultivators at the Refining Spirit Realm joined forces with perfect coordination, launching ruthless and cunning attacks that instantly forced Daoist Qingxu into a perilous situation!
On the other hand, the situation for turtle fishermen in the South China Sea is also not optimistic.
Although he was incredibly strong and killed three black-robed cultists in succession, he was soon entangled by the remaining B-level elite cultists.
These believers were extremely cunning. Instead of directly confronting the turtle fisherman in the South China Sea, they kept moving around, exhausting his vital energy.
The four skilled fishermen and four disciples from a branch of the Taoist sect brought by the turtle fishermen from the South China Sea were engaged in a fierce battle with the remaining followers.
In terms of numbers, they are at a significant disadvantage.
If it weren't for the peach wood amulets protecting each person, effectively resisting the erosion and curse of the bloodthirsty energy, there would probably have been casualties already.
Even so, the situation is still precarious.
At the very front of the altar, Sagu wore a cruel and triumphant smile.
In at most half an hour, the ghosts and gods will surely succeed!
"Damn it!" Master Qingxu thought anxiously.
He endured the blow from the fat, short elder, forcefully channeled his inner energy, and used his sword to force back the white bone staff of the thin, tall elder, attempting to charge at Sagu once more.
But the two guardian elders were like a persistent carbuncle, clinging to him tightly.
Sagu sneered and manipulated more bloodthirsty tentacles to surge out of the swamp, coordinating with the two elders in their attack.
Master Qingxu was struggling to stay afloat, facing numerous dangers. His Taoist robe was torn in several places, and the parts contaminated with the poisonous mist were burning with pain and numbness.
What to do?!
If this continues, let alone destroying the altar, we'll probably all perish here!
In his anxiety, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in Master Qingxu's mind!
Master Li!
That peace talisman contained the supreme Taoist wisdom of Master Li!
What if... we use this as a starting point to perform the Maoshan "divine summoning technique" and try to "invite" Master Li's power to assist us in the battle?
Although he knew that with his meager cultivation level, the possibility of him being able to persuade such a being was extremely low.
But right now, this is the only hope!
Master Qingxu acted decisively, shouting to the turtle fisherman from the South China Sea, "Fellow Daoist, protect me for three breaths!"
Having said that, he retreated rapidly, stepping in the Seven Star Steps, his hands forming a divine summoning incantation, and his mouth chanting the Maoshan "Divine Summoning Technique" incantation at top speed:
"The deep fragrance resonates with the universe, its pure aroma pierces the heavens! The golden bird gallops like an arrow through the clouds, the jade rabbit shines like a chariot wheel!"
The clear incantation temporarily drowned out the shouts and screams around them.
"The Southern and Northern Dippers illuminate the sky, five-colored clouds swirl and dance! The sacred hall opens in the Purple Palace, where jade maidens from Peach Blossom Spring invite immortals!"
With each recitation, Master Qingxu's aura increased by one point, and his Taoist robes fluttered even without wind!
"Disciple Qingxu of Maoshan has encountered evil spirits wreaking havoc, resorting to blood sacrifices to feed ghosts, causing widespread suffering!"
"We respectfully request Master Li to descend with his true spirit, to vanquish evil and subdue demons! So be it!"
As the last word fell.
Master Qingxu bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the amulet he had taken out of his bosom.