Chapter 621 - 399: The Unreserved Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist

Chapter 621: Chapter 399: The Unreserved Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist

An hour passed in the blink of an eye, and that glaring red figure had already collapsed to the ground.

The Red-clothed Taoist’s eyes rolled back, his chest no longer rising and falling, completely plunging into endless darkness, losing all consciousness.

Lu Xuan stood nearby, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, not immediately turning to leave.

To ensure not a single mistake and eliminate any chances of revival, a majestic and vast Martial Arts Will suddenly erupted around him.

It surged forth like a raging river, completely enveloping the area where the Red-clothed Taoist was.

The Martial Arts Will was as sharp as a blade, as heavy as a mountain, crushing down layer by layer.

Until it was confirmed that the opponent’s vitality was completely extinguished, not even the slightest breath left behind.

Only then did Lu Xuan gradually retract his aura, a flash of golden light passed through his cold eyes, confirming the person was dead clean and clear, without any future troubles.

"Blood Spirit?"

Lu Xuan muttered four words under his breath.

Then, he slowly lowered his gaze, eyes like torches landing on the deep pit the Red-clothed Taoist had dug before with his bare hands.

The pit was just beneath the ruins of an already dilapidated altar, scattered with rubble and charred wooden fragments.

According to the Red-clothed Taoist, the Blood Spirit was born of yin and feared sunlight like a tiger.

Therefore, at the time when the sun’s energy was at its peak during the day, it had to be buried three feet underground.

Using the heavy soil to isolate the majestic sun energy of the heavens and earth, to prevent its spiritual body from being eroded by the sun, gradually dissipating.

Furthermore, the turbid earth yin energy gathering deep underground just happens to nourish its bed, continuously expanding its sinister strength, helping it grow rapidly.

Bang!

A muffled sound like thunder suddenly exploded, Lu Xuan stood motionless, only a flash of cold gold light burst from his eyes.

In the next second, his feet, like iron stakes, suddenly stamped on the ground.

With a "boom," the mighty Elixir Power surged violently from the Yongquan point on the soles of Lu Xuan’s feet, rapidly permeating along the ground like a torrent of lava.

Where the Elixir Power passed, the ground trembled slightly, and fine cracks spread like a spider web.

As the cracks continued to expand and deepen, the ground slowly bulged upward, a completely vermilion small jar’s top first revealed itself.

The jar’s body was tightly wrapped with layer upon layer of densely packed black talisman papers, the mysterious runes drawn in cinnabar twisted and intertwined.

Until the jar fully emerged from the soil, lying quietly on the shattered ground, exuding a chilling sinister aura.

Lu Xuan’s gaze fell on the entirely vermilion jar, a trace of vigilance and scrutiny flashed in his eyes.

The jar’s circumference, with black talisman papers entwined, along with the faintly discernible sinister aura.

The next moment, he slowly raised his eyes, his gaze swept past the scattered ruins beside him, casually probing, then grabbing a piece of rough-edged tattered cloth.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, a subtle and exquisite strength quietly infused into the cloth.

The originally soft tattered cloth suddenly became firm and strong, like a flexible arm, drawing a clean arc in the air, precisely wrapping around the red jar.

The cloth band tightened layer by layer, the force grasped just right, firmly binding the jar securely without harming the jar’s body in the least.

The entire set of actions flowed naturally, showcasing his extreme control over his own power.

Concerning the Blood Spirit inside this vermilion jar, Lu Xuan did not act recklessly.

After all, he learned from the Red-clothed Taoist that this ghostly thing was very sinister.

Though Lu Xuan has now reached the pinnacle of Martial Arts as an Embracing Elixir Grandmaster, with unmatched thick Elixir Power, ordinary evil cannot contend with him.

But it does not mean Lu Xuan is invincible, the experience of the world does not allow him any carelessness.

If he capsizes in a gutter, then it would be a big loss.

Lu Xuan’s gaze sharpened, he wanted to take this vermilion jar to an open place.

Find a spot under the blazing sun, at the peak of the sun’s energy, and personally break this eerie jar.

According to what the Red-clothed Taoist said, the Blood Spirit feared the sun’s characteristic.

Even if this evil entity harbors unknown danger, in the face of the scorching sun and the prosperous sun energy of the heavens and earth, it can still release its terrifying power at its peak.

Outside the Mingxin Temple, a large patch of alternating red and blue lights reflected the temple with an exceptionally solemn aura.

A large contingent of uniformed guards had already set up layers of security lines, densely packed figures, weaving through every corner of the temple.

Each guard’s gaze swept through the ruins, grass, and beam gaps like a sharp sword, meticulously inspecting every inch of land, closely guarding against any suspicious personnel hiding within.

However, the area where Lu Xuan was located was an exception — someone had already notified in advance, designating it as an absolute restricted zone.

All guards received strict orders; no matter what happens, they must not approach even half a step, only stand guard from afar at the perimeter.

Not far away, Lu Yuliang dressed in formal wear, stood alongside a middle-aged man in guard’s uniform, bearing golden epaulettes, precisely the current head of the Liangqing City Guard Bureau.

The two’s gaze locked onto the direction of Lu Xuan, speaking in low tones, their brows filled with concern over the situation on site, along with an imperceptible tension.

This Liangqing City Guard Bureau head, over fifty, with hair already heavily frosted white, face marked deeply by the years and hardships, yet unable to conceal a dignified vigor.

He was not conventionally reassigned but appointed in an emergency, directly transferred from the discipline-driven and robust military, carrying an aura of seasoned calm and decisiveness.

Facing the complex and bizarre situation at Mingxin Temple, he remained sharply observant, commanding with poise.