Immortal Reincarnation Tribulation

Chapter 323 Altar and Pool

"Indeed, only cultivators above the Foundation Establishment Realm can activate magic weapon fragments. My magic weapon fragment was activated by some special methods used by my family elders, which is why it can be activated beyond my level. Therefore, the last move was not my own power."

"So, as Liao just said, I lost this battle, and I accept it wholeheartedly." Liao Mingyu stretched lazily, yawned, and said casually.

"Fellow Daoist Liao was just careless for a moment. I believe you still have many tricks up your sleeve, while I am truly at my wit's end," Du Fan said with a wry smile, waving his hands repeatedly.

"Let's not be so modest here, it's all so pretentious," Liao Mingyu grinned.

"What Fellow Daoist Liao says is true, but there is one more thing I need you to clarify. Those two fellow Daoists who return to their roots..." Du Fan glanced at the battle in the distance, changed the subject, and hesitated before speaking.

"I have no interest in their affairs. I am here today in the Temple of Returning to One's Roots simply because I have nothing better to do. There is nothing particularly meaningful about this place, so I will take my leave now."

"I hope I'll have another chance to have a good fight with Fellow Daoist Du in the upcoming competition." Liao Mingyu said as he turned and walked away, waving lazily at Du Fan with his back turned. He disappeared from the stone chamber shortly afterward.

To Du Fan's surprise, this mysterious cultivator named Liao Mingyu didn't even glance at the fight between the two assassins, Luo Ye Gui Gen. Just as he said, he had no interest...

Du Fan spread out his divine sense and quietly observed Liao Mingyu until the other party walked out of his divine sense range. Only then did he exhale softly, withdraw his divine sense, and turn his gaze to another battle group in the area.

At this moment, Xiao Yun and another man in black were engaged in a fierce battle, each controlling a jet-black divine chain and a crimson fire cloud respectively. The two colors of light flashed continuously, and booming sounds were heard from time to time. For a while, the two were evenly matched.

The two had already noticed Liao Mingyu's departure, and their expressions were quite different. Xiao Yun was overjoyed to see this, while the black-clad man named Crow looked extremely ugly.

However, they were already locked in a fierce battle, and neither could easily extricate themselves. Otherwise, the crow would have fled long ago.

The situation is quite clear now. As long as Du Fan makes a move, the balance between the two assassins in black will be broken instantly. Du Fan would naturally not refuse such a simple favor that would make Xiao Yun owe him a favor.

He reached out with one hand and grabbed at the air. Suddenly, a black light flashed, and he immediately grasped the dagger-shaped magical weapon. His magical power flowed slowly within him, and after injecting some into the weapon, the pitch-black dagger instantly shone brightly, and an extremely powerful spiritual pressure emanated from it.

Du Fan's lips curled into a strange smile. Without saying a word, he suddenly swung his arm, and as a graceful arc appeared, twelve black and blue water blades, each about a foot in size, instantly took shape. Immediately afterward, with a whooshing sound, the twelve water blades shot straight towards the crow.

Witnessing this scene, Crow's expression changed drastically. However, he was also a ruthless and decisive person. He knew that he could not escape unscathed no matter what. So he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood essence towards Red Cloud.

Just as the crimson fire cloud reached its peak, he immediately severed the connection between himself and the previous spell, endured the backlash from the spell within his body, and retreated violently, barely avoiding the twelve water blades, before fleeing towards the exit.

But at that moment, the twelve water blades that had missed their target paused slightly in mid-air. Then, after shining brightly, they suddenly spun around, changed direction, and swooped back towards the crow.

Upon seeing this, the crow gasped. Helpless, he could only quickly form hand seals and instantly conjure a cyan shield, hoping to slightly block the water blades so he could leave.

But to Crow's horror, a casual glance revealed that Du Fan was nowhere to be seen in the otherwise unobstructed stone chamber. In that instant, a chill ran down his spine, and his hair stood on end.

Just as a strong sense of foreboding arose in the crow's heart, the void behind him suddenly rippled, and a figure flashed into view. At the same time, a huge, golden fist suddenly struck out, directly hitting the crow in the back.

"Ah..." With a scream, the crow flew sideways, revealing a gaping, bloody hole in its chest. Inside, a beating, bright red heart and other viscera of various colors were faintly visible, a horrifying sight.

Just then, a loud bang resounded in the sky, and the pitch-black divine chain and the crimson fire cloud exploded one after another. Both of them emitted layers of extremely terrifying energy waves. As they collided and devoured each other, they formed an energy vortex that expanded and contracted erratically.

Xiao Yun trembled and retreated rapidly. As the energy vortex in the air collapsed and dissipated, she also spat out a mouthful of blood. Under the crow's mutually destructive fighting style, she had also suffered some damage.

With a "bang," the crow's body crashed to the ground, but he was not dead yet. He slapped his storage bag with one hand, instantly took out a talisman, and quickly slapped it on the blood hole in his chest. The gushing blood stopped flowing in an instant.

However, at this moment, he was pale, his eyes were unfocused, and his breath was extremely weak, as if he only had one breath left.

The crow suddenly raised its head, about to say something to Du Fan, when suddenly a huge golden fist attacked, forming an image in its pupils and magnifying infinitely. Finally, with a "bang," its head and its thoughts vanished into thin air.

Du Fan made a single grabbing motion in the air, and the storage bag at the other party's waist immediately shot out. He instantly grabbed it and put it away. Then, with another flick of his wrist, a cremation talisman flew out. After a flash of fire, the crow's corpse turned to ashes.

After finishing these tasks, Du Fan turned his gaze to Xiao Yun, who was staring blankly at him not far away, and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Xiao, are you alright?"

"Oh? Oh, little sister is alright, thank you for your concern, Brother Du!"

I never imagined that Brother Du's strength has become so terrifying. Not only did he force Liao Mingyu, the prodigy of Ming Island, to retreat, but he also killed a peak Qi Refining stage cultivator with a mere flick of his wrist.

It is entirely fair to say that Brother Du single-handedly swayed the course of today's battle, which is truly an unbelievable feat.

Moreover, Brother Du is currently a cultivator at the seventh level of the Qi Refining stage. If this matter were to spread, it would surely cause quite a stir! Xiao Yun's beautiful eyes could not hide her shock. She gave Du Fan a deep look, clasped her hands, and spoke.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao, you flatter me. Liao Mingyu has not only reached the peak of the Qi Refining Realm, but his supernatural abilities and techniques are also incredibly powerful. He can even rival a Foundation Establishment stage expert. How could I, Du, force him to leave? It was entirely because he lost interest and left on his own initiative."

As for this fellow Daoist Crow, he was even less capable of making a move. If it weren't for Fellow Daoist Xiao restraining him, how could I have succeeded so easily? My actions can be described as taking advantage of someone in distress.” Du Fan smiled slightly, appearing quite indifferent.

"Since Brother Du is a humble and cautious person, I won't say anything more. But Brother Du, rest assured, I will never reveal a single word about what happened here." Xiao Yun gave Du Fan a meaningful look and spoke solemnly.

"Very well, I don't want to cause any unnecessary trouble." Du Fan nodded, then looked at the woman and gave her a slightly shy smile.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Yun immediately understood. She patted her storage bag at her waist with one hand, and a light blue jade pendant appeared. She grabbed it and threw it to Du Fan, saying, "Brother Du, with this jade pendant, you can go to any of the Deacon Halls in Luoye Guigen and be issued a mission to assassinate a Foundation Establishment expert for free."

After Du Fan took the jade pendant, he looked it over a few times and examined it with his divine sense. Only then did he show a satisfied expression and put it away with a flick of his arm.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao, you should hurry up and deal with your business. In my opinion, this is not a safe place. We should leave as soon as possible." Du Fan looked up at Xiao Yun and said with a smile.

"Brother Du is absolutely right. Please wait a moment, at most the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and I will finish this matter." After saying this, Xiao Yun turned around and walked straight towards the altar.

Because of the woman's previous instructions, Du Fan did not follow her, but stood at a distance with his arms crossed and watched.

Xiao Yun walked to the side of the altar, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and her face seemed to be shrouded in a sense of holiness.

A moment later, Xiao Yun raised her hands and made a strange hand seal while chanting incantations.

With Du Fan's current cultivation level, even though the distance was great, he could clearly hear every syllable uttered by the other party. However, what surprised Du Fan was that he could not understand any of these syllables, as if they were foreign languages ​​from his previous life.

After about ten breaths, Xiao Yun stopped chanting, opened her eyes, and flicked her fingers. One after another, white beams of light shot out from her fingertips, falling like rain onto the altar.

The next moment, Du Fan's expression shifted slightly. He saw that the seemingly solid blue stone altar rippled like water as the white beams of light fell, with ripples spreading in all directions.

Du Fan suddenly realized that the surface of the altar was not a stone at all, but a pool of water. He just didn't know whether it was an illusion that had been cast to create the illusion, or whether the pool was special and looked like blue stone but was actually clear water.