A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch

Chapter 217 163: Divine Strike Skill, Gold Coin Explosion (Part 2)

Soon after, the third thread of true consciousness, the fourth thread of true consciousness... endlessly transformed.

In the entire grand mansion, from the elders and uncles to the servants and laborers, all their emotions and desires reflected in the heart of the Alien Evil Monarch.

Finally, on a torrential rainy night, having seen through the selfishness and hypocrisy of humanity, he chose to throw himself into the Turbid Tide.

Using the lives of one hundred and thirty-five members of the He Mansion as a sacrifice, he forged a demonic body in exchange for the second half of the "Taiyin Refining Spirit Formless Transformation Technique."

Then he crossed three prefectures, escaping the pursuit and siege of several Daoist Officials, falling from a once wealthy scion to become the Alien Evil Monarch, ranked in the top ten of the Human-Demon List in Yihai Prefecture.

"Celestial Fiend Day, the four signs are out of order, a sight once in a century. This time, with the rise of the Turbid Tide, I will use five hundred blood sacrifices to build a bone altar to strengthen the Divine Soul. This should allow me to peer into the Celestial Anomaly Sect from three thousand years ago."

The Alien Evil Monarch's mind was unsettled; until he entered the Fourth Realm of Dao Skill, he would be like a rat crossing the street.

Only by achieving success in the Ghost Immortal Skill and refining magical power could he escape this situation.

"Huh? Who broke through my Six Ding and Six Jia Divine Generals?"

His sword-like brows furrowed, a ghostly light surged in his eyes, and the almost tangible green Divine Soul suddenly flew out, leaving the flesh shell, and sprinted out of the cave, darting into the distance.

As it passed, flying sand and rolling stones ensued, dark clouds twisted, like a Great Demon Fiend searching for prey.

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"Brother Bai, take my junior brother and run quickly! I will cover the rear!"

Qi Yan grasped the peach wood sword with both hands, held it upright at his chest, and a surging internal breath welled up in his limbs and body, making his skin gleam like jade, bursting with fierce qi blood.

"That Brother Qi is actually dual-cultivated in Dao and martial skills, with martial skill reaching the First Tendon Training Barrier and Dao Skill at the Third Realm Wandering Deity. Amazing, he is ten times stronger than He Jingfeng."

Bai Qi was slightly surprised. He was used to dealing with the high families of Yihai Prefecture and the big households of Black River County and rarely encountered a true Daoist who held himself with such integrity.

Among the heterodox loose cultivators, there are also good people!

"Brother Qi, how can I not feel embarrassed."

Bai Qi said this, but he stepped back behind Qi Yan and Lv Nan, showing none of the fierce aura he had when bending the bow to shoot arrows and breaking Daoist skills earlier.

"Junior Brother! Go quickly! This fiend's Divine Soul is out of the shell, with a speed faster than a galloping horse. If no one stops him, we three will hardly escape!"

Qi Yan made a decisive decision. Besides that Sword Control Skill, he was also proficient in the ultimate Divine Strike Skill of Wild Grass Mountain. He thought if he could summon a powerful 'Immortal Family' to possess him, he should hold for a while.

"Senior Brother..."

Lv Nan looked up at the thick black night, like a massive dark curtain covering the mansion, and felt a chill in his heart.

He knew this was the Alien Evil Monarch using the Nightmare Suppression Skill to oppress his own Divine Soul, obscuring his five senses, thus giving birth to fear.

But the essence of Daoist skills lies in turning illusion into reality. As long as the Dao cultivation is profound enough, one can deceive the mind and spirit.

No matter how hot the outside is like a scorching summer, a Daoist skill master like the Alien Evil Monarch can reverse perception, causing someone to freeze to death.

"Senior Brother! You and I are not a match for this fiend!"

Lv Nan shook the magic bell, constantly holding his spirit tightly. As he traveled through the prefectures and counties with Qi Yan, he always regarded his senior brother as his anchor.

But to encounter a strong enemy and flee for one's life goes against the earnest teachings of their master.

"You and Brother Bai quickly go to the county to call for reinforcements, I can hold on."

Qi Yan urged his internal breath forcefully, his face like attached gold paper, showing a hint of peculiar color.

The Shaman Strike of Maoshan, also known as Incarnate Strike, is divided into three levels. A lower Shaman calls upon wandering souls and ghosts for tracking and investigative tasks; a middle Shaman calls upon the sect's deceased ancestors; a top Shaman summons celestial soldiers for assistance.

He held a peach wood sword in his right hand, pinched a piece of yellow talisman paper in his left hand, muttering:

"Disciple opens eyes to see the blue sky, masters by my side, eighteen Arhats, and twenty-four Heavens! Wearing twelve tops of iron hats, clad in twelve layers of iron armor, wrapped three times in bronze skin, encased in three circles of iron skin! Assist the disciple in quick incarnate strike!"

The yellow talisman paper burst into flames, and the peach wood sword slashed several times, Qi Yan's eyes slightly dazed, then bursting with spirit light.

He pressed two fingers on the crimson blood pearl, smearing it on the surface of the wooden sword, painting several thunder-like patterns, then raised the sword to point it, striking towards the Alien Evil Monarch hidden in the vast darkness.

Bang!

A blazing light burst forth, utterly breaking the Nightmare Suppression Skill!

The heavy feeling like a stone pressing on everyone's heart melted like snow and ice, and the thick dark curtain covering the mansion was torn away, revealing sparse stars and a half-moon hanging high in the night sky.

"It turns out it's a dirty Daoist from Wild Grass Mountain!"

The Divine Soul out of the shell of the Alien Evil Monarch was surprised, not expecting these two Daoists to have some real skills. He grabbed with a big hand, a howling yin wind ensued, sucking up all the dust and sand on the ground, turning into a huge rapidly rotating millstone, pressing towards the few in the mansion.

This is the most common attack method after entering the Third Realm of Dao Skill, with Wandering Soul and Gathering Thought.

The mind condenses into a Divine Soul, effortlessly moving thousands of pounds of heavy objects, no less powerful than a practitioner.

Woo woo woo!

The dust and sand, like a millstone, spun rapidly, capable of grinding even refined steel into scrap iron, let alone a flesh-and-blood body.

"So this is a Daoist skill master?"

Bai Qi had already contacted the Big Flood Dragon hidden at the bottom of the Black Water River, feeling confident, naturally full of confidence, and had time to ponder the differences between Dao skills and martial skills.

"Compared to fists and feet, Dao skills are more unpredictable, especially when breaking through the Third Realm, with thoughts gathering into Divine Soul, various methods emerge in endlessly. Third-Stage Skin Cultivation experts might not be able to contend, unless beginning to refine the internal organs, understanding the divine form and meaning, to break the techniques with force."