Chapter 595
Beware of the Devil's Tribulation
"Om..."
At the top of Tianyang Peak, spiritual energy gathered as if it were real. Under the violent influence of the "black hole" in the air, the spiritual energy suddenly gathered and then collapsed.
The mountain protection formation and various barriers have all been opened, but they still cannot block out the powerful force.
Inside Tianyang Peak, in a secret room made of fine iron, the old ghost Chihuo, who had not been seen for many years, was wearing a deep robe and sitting cross-legged on an ancient cushion, with his hands clasped together and a calm expression.
The surging spiritual energy had already filled the entire secret room and was injected into the body of the old ghost Chihuo through the acupoints on his body. His aura began to rise rapidly and soon broke through a critical point.
Suddenly, the old ghost Chihuo's face became distorted, and bursts of black mist surged upward into his sea of consciousness. The mist was like sulfuric acid, constantly corroding his soul.
It brings pain and irresistible hallucinations.
His spirit became increasingly listless, and his consciousness gradually blurred. A hazy colorful light appeared in front of his eyes, which were originally pitch black, and some forgotten memories began to emerge in his mind.
Unlike Song Changsheng, his background was much lower; he was the son of a farmer in a hidden village.
The so-called hidden villages are those villages and towns that were originally protected by sects or clans, but due to various reasons, the protecting forces moved or disappeared, and these villages lost their protection and were left to fend for themselves in the wilderness.
The fate of these villages and towns is generally not very good.
If you are lucky, you may be accepted by other forces.
But more often than not, they become food for the monsters roaming the wild jungles, or are captured by evil demons to perform evil rituals.
Chihuo was lucky because the location of his village was relatively hidden. After the fall of the upper sect, the monks guarding the village did not choose to leave, but continued to protect them with all their heart and soul, keeping them from being harassed by monsters and beasts.
But the guarding monk was already old and felt that he did not have much time left, so he selected children of appropriate age in the village and measured their spiritual roots one by one using ancient methods.
Due to the small size of the village, the number of newborns each year is very small, and no children with spiritual roots have been found for many years.
Before the guarding monk passed away, he selected three children with spiritual roots, including Chihuo. However, his name was not Chihuo at that time, but seemed to be... Li Yifan.
"Li Yifan, I haven't heard of this name for a long time..." The old ghost Chihuo murmured softly with his eyes closed.
At that time, he still had a complete and happy family, and his master taught him everything he knew, hoping that he could inherit the mantle of the guardian monk and protect the village.
He has been working hard towards this goal.
Until that day, everything changed.
A raging flame appeared in front of the old ghost Chihuo's eyes. The crimson flames filled his eyes. In his ears was the "crackling" sound of burning houses and the screams of villagers when they were knocked down by the wolf demon.
His elderly master and two senior brothers who had just reached adulthood were already lying in a pool of blood, their bodies covered in blood. The only magic sword in the village was reflected in the puddle, and there were already several tiny cracks on the blade.
The water was rough and a pool of hot blood spilled into it, and the magic sword was also dyed red.
The young Li Yifan stared at all this in a daze. He was also a cultivator, but he was completely frightened by the tragic scene before him. He could only hide behind a pile of straw, squatting there with his head in his hands, shivering.
He just hoped this was a nightmare that would pass quickly.
"Yifan."
"Yifan."
Suddenly, I heard my mother's heart-wrenching cry.
"Mother, mother."
Li Yifan stood up suddenly and saw an unforgettable scene. His mother was pressed to the ground by a huge wolf demon. Its bloody mouth was biting her mercilessly, and the white bones could be seen.
Unspeakable rage surged in his heart, and the young boy clenched his fists tightly, wanting to go up and tear the wolf to pieces, but just as he was about to take action.
A demon wolf that was more than ten feet tall and two feet long, covered in red flames, slowly appeared in its sight with steady steps. Its eyes were as red as blood, and the faint aura emanating from its body was terrifying.
Li Yifan was frightened. He turned around, jumped over the broken fence and fled in panic.
"Ouch..."
With a long howl, the huge red demon wolf chased after him on the demonic wind and knocked him down, staring at his head with its bloody mouth, its sharp fangs exposed and covered with red and white meat.
A fishy smell hit him in the face, making him feel nauseous, and there were still bloodstains at the corners of his mouth.
"Am I going to die?"
Li Yifan's teeth began to tremble uncontrollably, and even his soul was trembling.
"No, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!" Li Yifan shouted angrily.
Under the threat of death, an unparalleled force burst out from his body in an instant, his hair quickly turned from black to red, and his eyes were like those of a wild beast.
Feeling the power that was reviving in his body, a hint of fear flashed in the red wolf's pupils. It howled towards the sky, then ran away into the dense forest.
The threat was temporarily gone, and the surging power in Li Yifan's body gradually calmed down, but his hair would never return to its original state.
He returned to the village cautiously, and what he saw was the devastation left by the fire and the wolf monster. The pungent smell of blood mixed with the stench of burnt meat kept pouring into his nostrils.
Looking at the scene before him that was like purgatory on earth, Li Yifan could no longer bear it. He felt his stomach churning and vomited.
He almost vomited out his own bile.
"father."
"mother."
"Uncle Seven."
"Master..."
His voice echoed in the wilderness, but there was no response, and he could not even hear any voice other than his.
Li Yifan fell to his knees on the ground with a plop, crying heartbreakingly...
"Om..."
Chihuo's body trembled inadvertently, and his eyes were stained with a layer of blood. This was the darkest memory in his life.
Overnight, all his relatives left him, and he became a homeless man and a complete coward!
"You are a coward!"
A voice suddenly sounded in his ears. It was his seventh uncle, who was staring at him fiercely.
"Brother, my body hurts so much..."
A petite figure emerged, her tender face full of pain, her body covered with claw marks and wounds, and blood gathered into a stream at her feet.
This is his younger sister, only five years old.
"Yifan..."
Familiar voices rang in his ears one after another. Everyone had a ferocious face and stared at him viciously, as if blaming him for running away.
"no no……"
Chi Huo's body began to tremble violently, and the black mist that came from nowhere was gradually eroding his soul.
"Yifan."
A majestic voice sounded, and an old Taoist in a black robe with an immortal look appeared in front of Chi Huo.
"Master..."
Chihuo was a little dazed.
The old Taoist stared at him for a while, then slowly shook his head and said, "Yifan, you are my most proud disciple, but your performance really disappoints me."
"Master... I'm sorry, I know my crime..."
Chi Huo's psychological defenses were completely broken. In an instant, all the sounds in his ears suddenly disappeared, and were replaced by the sharp screams of evil spirits. These sounds continued to torture his nerves.
Just when his consciousness was completely devoured by the "inner demon", a surge of power suddenly came from his heart, a power that was so familiar to him.
"Roar--"
Chihuo's heart began to beat violently, and his heartbeat echoed in the secret room. He let out an extremely suppressed roar from the depths of his throat.
The long robe on his body exploded, revealing his muscular torso.
The beast-like power began to revive, devouring all the demons growing in his heart.
"I am not Li Yifan, I am Chihuo now!" Chihuo's voice was like a loud bell, as if he was announcing to the whole world, and a powerful aura swept in all directions.
The scene in front of him suddenly changed. It was still the ruined little mountain village, but the young man who was originally kneeling on the ground had stood up. He dragged a hoe from the ruins and began to dig a hole tirelessly.
When the hoe broke, he used his hands to dig until his hands were covered in blood. Finally, he dug a pit big enough to accommodate all the bodies.
He threw all the corpses in, not even leaving out a tiny bit of flesh, and covered the pit tightly with soil. Then he found half a door panel that had not been burned, bit his finger, and wrote "Tomb of the Folks of Dali Village" on it.
Then he picked up the magic sword full of holes from the ground and chased in the direction where the group of demon wolves were retreating.
He was only at the second level of Qi Refining at the time, and it took him three days and two nights to successfully find their traces.
At that time, he did not understand tactics, let alone what it meant to be alone and helpless. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to cut these beasts into pieces and use the corpses to sacrifice to the spirits of his parents and fellow villagers in heaven.
With his level of cultivation, he naturally couldn't do this, and he was soon surrounded by the demon wolves. At the critical moment, the power in his body revived again, which greatly increased his strength and turned him into a tireless killing machine.
He used the sword in his hand to chop off the heads of all the demon wolves, and finally inserted the half-broken sword into the neck of the red demon wolf.
Not until the dust settled and the power receded like the tide did he feel the tiredness of his body. He held the red wolf that was dead beyond death and swallowed its warm wolf blood in big gulps.
After drinking it all, he lay down feeling relieved.
After resting for a while, he tied up the heads of all the wolf monsters with vines and brought them back to the village as sacrifices to comfort the spirits of his parents and fellow villagers in heaven.
Finally, he packed his bags, took one last look at the place where he was born and raised, and officially began his journey in the world of cultivation.
From that moment on, the child named Li Yifan was dead, and was replaced by the cold-blooded and ruthless red ghost.
When he first entered the world of cultivation, he suffered a lot. He used all means to make a living and improve his cultivation, and escaped death countless times.
The power in his body became weaker and weaker due to his frequent use. After he broke through the foundation-building stage, this power completely disappeared.
From that moment on, he lost all his support, but fortunately, his cultivation was enough to protect himself.
He joined the monster hunting team and made a living by hunting monsters. He gained a certain reputation in the northern part of the Da Qi cultivation world, and thus got the name Red Fire Old Ghost.
The three words "Li Yifan" had long been lost in his memory.
Until this moment, he remembered everything, and that power reappeared.
As for whether he is Li Yifan or Chihuo Old Ghost now, he also has a scale in his heart.
He had killed all the demon wolves, and "Li Yifan" had been buried in the grave along with the corpses of the villagers.
Now he is Chihuo, the patriarch of the Chi clan, and also the elder of the Song clan!
"Boom"
A faint sound was heard, as if a bubble was popped. Chi Huo's aura began to surge, and soon he broke through the limits of the Foundation Establishment Period and entered a whole new realm.
His body also began to undergo drastic changes. His wrinkles were smoothed out, and his gray hair roots turned red again. In an instant, he looked decades younger.
Countless spiritual energy was injected into his body, spreading upward from the lower dantian and entering a brand new "container", which was called the "middle dantian".
I don’t know how much time had passed, but Chihuo’s body stopped absorbing spiritual energy, and everything in the secret room became calm.
Chi Huo slowly opened his eyes, a ray of brilliance flashed across his eyes, he stretched out his hand, and around his fingertips was a power that was more powerful and purer than spiritual power.
"Is this magic power?" Chihuo murmured softly. This is the power that many people dream of, and he finally mastered it.
"It seems like there is something extra in my sea of consciousness..."
Chihuo concentrated his mind to investigate and found that it was a mental method that could control and strengthen the power in the body!
His heart began to beat violently. He knew very well how powerful that force was. If he could control it, it would definitely be a huge improvement for him.
But he did not rush to practice. Instead, he took out a new robe and put it on. He tidied it up with his hands, then stood up and walked out of the secret room...
At this moment, Tianyang Peak was already in an uproar, because they knew that Chihuo had successfully broken through, and they witnessed the birth of a Purple Mansion cultivator!
In mid-air, Song Changsheng and Song Xianming breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and the stone that had been weighing on their hearts finally fell to the ground.
Song Xianming stroked his beard and chuckled, "My previous efforts have finally paid off. This chess piece has finally landed safely in Yangzhou."
"Let's go, it's time for us to go down." Song Changsheng did not give a direct answer, but he could not hide the smile on his face.
The two of them landed at the main hall of Tianyang Peak. Chihuo strode in. Without waiting for Song Changsheng to open his mouth to congratulate him, he knelt on one knee in front of Song Changsheng and said respectfully: "This old servant greets the young master!"
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(End of this chapter)