The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron
Chapter 1284 - Chapter 1284 Chapter 1383 Jing Qinghong

Chapter 1284: Chapter 1383: Jing Qinghong Chapter 1284: Chapter 1383: Jing Qinghong As these words were spoken, Burning Lamp Buddha furrowed his brows, while Cangyunzi and Situ Yue, standing beside him, looked extremely upset.

Just now, the two of them had to take action. If they hadn’t intervened, Burning Lamp Buddha would have had to face such a terrifying onslaught all by himself, and whether he was dead or alive now would still be uncertain.

“Buddha, the three of us should join forces and suppress this person with the precious relics of the three sects,” Situ Yue said coldly.

Cangyunzi also spoke, “Situ speaks sense; we have no need to be so polite.”

Burning Lamp Buddha sighed softly, “The humble monk does not wish for widespread conflict, but since the benefactor refuses to release the individuals of our three sects, I can only risk my life to see who is superior.”

Upon hearing this, Old Dried Corpse burst into loud laughter, “Then act, no need for useless chatter.”

All three, Burning Lamp Buddha, turned to look at Fang Lin, because up until that moment, Old Dried Corpse had still not appeared; only his voice continued to echo.

Cangyunzi, who had previously seen Old Dried Corpse, had also informed Situ Yue and Burning Lamp Buddha of his appearance.

But since Old Dried Corpse had not shown himself, the three were forced to keep their gaze fixed on Fang Lin.

Fang Lin was in the midst of a tense breakthrough, and the three interventions from Old Dried Corpse had not affected him in the least, all having been deflected by the Old Dried Corpse.

Thus Fang Lin was quite at ease, fully immersed in his breakthrough, believing that with Old Dried Corpse present, even the most intense fight wouldn’t impact him.

“Is the benefactor still not going to show himself?” Burning Lamp Buddha asked.

“Facing the three of you, it makes no difference whether I show myself or not,” Old Dried Corpse said indifferently.

His words, spoken lightly, nevertheless revealed endless confidence, and further conveyed a disdain towards the three individuals including Burning Lamp Buddha.

Besides Burning Lamp Buddha, anger stirred within both Situ Yue and Cangyunzi, their faces as still as water. Even with substantial strength, how could he dare to disdain the three of them so? Wasn’t he being a bit too arrogant?

“Benefactor, it would be better not to be so unyielding,” Burning Lamp Buddha said without irritation, simply stating this.

Old Dried Corpse let out a light snort, “To deal with you all, my weapon is more than enough.”

No sooner had the words fallen than a red silhouette whistled out from Fang Lin’s Nine Palace Bag, and terrifying Sword Qi enveloped the sky as if it could slash the heavens and split the earth.

This red silhouette was none other than the long-unused crimson longsword, also the weapon of Old Dried Corpse, Jin Zhulong.

As the crimson longsword appeared, it released a terribly fearsome aura, as if the entire sky were engulfed in a bloody glow.

Burning Lamp Buddha and the others all revealed a look of gravity; they were people of keen vision who had seen countless Divine Weapons and ancient weaponry.

But they had never seen such a fearsome weapon as this blood-colored longsword. Even the Sword Qi that filled the air alone was enough to cause a sense of oppression in the depths of their hearts.

Even the Qi and blood within their bodies seemed to have been affected by the blood-colored longsword, feeling somewhat restless and boiling.

“What a powerful weapon!” Cangyunzi exclaimed, merely looking at the blood-colored longsword was enough to make his eyelids twitch.

“This sword has caused far too much slaughter, indeed it is a weapon that should not exist in this world,” Burning Lamp Buddha said, bringing his hands together and uttering a word of repentance.

Situ Yue’s brows furrowed tightly; hanging around her neck was a pendant, also an ancient treasure with strong defensive powers. However, at the moment, the pendant flickered continuously as if it feared the blood-colored longsword.

The blood-colored longsword was aimed at the three individuals including Burning Lamp Buddha, its blade enwreathed in bloodied mists. In an instant, it had already reached close to the trio.

Burning Lamp Buddha did not immediately react; Cangyunzi was the first to thrust out a palm. The Black and White Twin Fish Diagram emerged, attempting to block the blood-colored longsword.

Yet the Black and White Twin Fish Diagram instantly crumbled, Cangyunzi’s pupils contracted, and with a light tap of his foot, he swiftly retreated backward.

Situ Yue lightly tapped with her jade finger, and black ink flowed out, transforming into an ink dragon to meet the blood-colored longsword.

The blood-colored longsword viciously slashed at the ink dragon, instantly splitting it into two, which then turned into two ink dragons, continuing to entangle with the blood-colored longsword.

Situ Yue’s move was quite extraordinary. Although the ink dragon was continuously being slashed, each time it was divided, its number multiplied. After being slashed a dozen or so times, dozens of ink dragons tightly entangled the blood-colored longsword, blocking its aggressive assault.

Burning Lamp Buddha also made his move at this moment, with one hand pushing forward, the Swastika Buddha Seal appeared, heading towards Fang Lin with a dazzling Buddha light.

However, the Swastika Buddha Seal, flying halfway, was shattered by a stream of Demon Qi, completely failing to reach Fang Lin.

Boom!!!

A loud rumble sounded as the blood-colored longsword broke free from the multitude of ink dragons, extinguishing all the ink dragons without leaving a single one behind.

Not only that, but it seemed that the blood-colored longsword was enraged by Situ Yue’s actions, fiercely slashing towards her with an overwhelming stench of blood.

Situ Yue showed no fear at all, her left hand revealing a blazing sun, and in her right, a waning moon.

Sun and moon alternated, competing for brilliance, with many stars evolving in between.

The great sun, waning moon, and stars combined, sketching out a Solar Lunar Stellar Diagram.

This diagram was a very superior martial arts technique of the scholarly sect.

The blood-colored longsword attacked, clashing with the Solar Lunar Stellar Diagram, and suddenly the diagram underwent a transformation, covering the entire sky. For a moment, the sun and moon cycled, and the stars revolved, astonishing the people below in Qian Country.

Such celestial phenomena had never been witnessed by the people of Qian Country, who at this moment were all scared senseless.

The blood-colored longsword was engulfed within the Solar Lunar Stellar Diagram, seemingly suppressed by the entire starry sky, struggling to break free.

“What an impressive method, but it’s useless against my weapon,” the voice of the Old Dried Corpse sounded, with a tinge of surprise.

Hum~

The blood-colored longsword emitted a brilliant light, and in a fierce slash, the entire starry sky collapsed, the great sun fell, the waning moon shattered, and countless stars lost their luster.

Situ Yue finally showed a look of fear in her eyes, her ingenious move still unable to contain the blood-colored longsword.

“Amitabha!” Burning Lamp Buddha made another move, opening a vertical eye on his forehead.

Whoosh!!!

White flames surged out from Burning Lamp Buddha’s third vertical eye, and the surrounding area immediately became engulfed in white fire.

This was the Buddhist Sect’s karma fire, capable of burning all the yin evil and filth between heaven and earth.

The blood-colored longsword was surrounded by this white fire sea, and it seemed this white karma fire did have some restraint over the longsword, causing some of its blood Qi to dissipate.

But this action only further enraged the blood-colored longsword.

Boundless Demon Qi emanated from within the blood-colored longsword, causing eerie patterns to appear on the blade.

“Boy, listen well; I have never told you the name of this sword. Today, I will let you know,” the voice of the Old Dried Corpse rose again, audible only to Fang Lin.

“This sword was forged from the flesh and soul of my beloved sister. I regard this sword as my sister. The name of this sword is my sister’s name.”

“I am Jin Zhulong, and my sister’s name–Jing Qinghong!”

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