True Immortal of the Netherworld

Liangzhou Red Maple Valley.

The autumn wind swept across like a sword, and the valley was filled with red maple leaves, fluttering like blood-drinking spiritual butterflies.

On a hillside in the Red Maple Valley, there is a cultivation sect located.

The red walls and green tiles, the red door with high eaves, and the three words "Red Maple Sect" are engraved on a huge stone outside the closed door. The font is upright, as if carved by a sharp sword.

In the square in the courtyard inside the gate, more than a hundred young disciples dressed in blue stood there neatly, each carrying a sword box on their back. Their expressions were serious and their eyes were stern.

In front of more than a hundred disciples in blue, stood an old man with gray hair and a red robe.

The old man in red said: "Recently, Purple Disaster has been rampant in Jinfo Township. Many small cultivation sects have been attacked by Purple Disaster, and some of them were even massacred by the Miemen."

The old man in red frowned and continued: "Yesterday, I received an express letter from Fei Ge of the Golden Buddha Temple. The letter informed that this time the Purple Disaster's actions were controlled by the Shadow Organization. We, the Red Maple Sect, are just The small sect is unable to fight against the huge shadow organization. The letter clearly states that the murderous purple disaster is likely to attack the Red Maple Valley within three days, so it is best for us to leave the sect to avoid disaster. The leader of the Red Maple Sect cannot protect the foundation of the Red Maple Sect, nor can he provide protection to all of his disciples. I feel deeply ashamed."

"The Shadow Organization is too vicious."

"The Red Maple Sect is our place of practice and our home. Why should we leave?"

"We, the Red Maple Sect, have always promoted good and eliminated evil. How can we be intimidated by villains this time?"

"We have been practicing in the cold and summer, and the Dao sword in our hands is to kill the villains."

...

The disciples were talking a lot.

The old man in red waved his hand towards the opposite side, and the square became quiet for a while. He continued: "I thought about it all night yesterday. This sect is just an empty shell. Everyone present is the foundation and future of the Red Maple Sect. You practice If you learn the skills of my Hong Maple Sect, you will always be a disciple of the Hong Maple Sect. As long as you are here, the Red Maple Sect will have a spring. I, "Hong Yi", am already old, but you are still young, and I am the current powerful enemy. I won't let you die in vain. As the leader, I cannot leave the Red Maple Sect. Otherwise, I will be sorry to the spirits of the ancestors of the Red Maple Sect and to the master who passed on the position of leader to me. When I was young, I made the oath to live and die with the Red Maple Sect.”

At this point, the hundreds of disciples in the square were already filled with tears and indignation.

"We want to stay with the leader to protect the Red Maple Sect."

"Guard the Red Maple Sect."

"Guard the Red Maple Sect."

"Guard the Red Maple Sect."

The voice was loud and resounded throughout the Red Maple Valley.

The old man in red looked across, his eyes cold.

"warehouse!"

The Dao sword in the sword case behind him suddenly came out of its sheath, and the silver light whirled around, hovering above his head. The sword was silver and shiny, with a maple leaf-shaped prohibition engraved on its surface. Waves of maple-leaf red spiritual power fluctuations visible to the naked eye continued to emanate from the surface of the sword.

Immediately, the old man in red's right hand turned into a sword and pointed towards a huge stone in the square.

The Dao sword buzzed and moved, the sword energy flew into the air, and with a bang, the boulder was cut into two pieces.

"I have made up my mind. Those who disobey orders are like this stone. Remember, where there are flying red maple leaves, there is the existence of the Red Maple Sect." The old man in red put away his sword and said sternly.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

After that, more than a hundred disciples filed out of the gate of the Red Maple Sect, turning back from time to time, keeping their sleeves closed.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and walked away through the red leaves on the ground.

Early the next morning.

The sun shines into the Red Maple Valley on time as usual, lighting up the eyes red. The red maple leaves in the Red Maple Valley are still beautiful, like burning fire.

Outside the gate of the Red Maple Sect, the old man in red was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, placing the sword box on his knees. The corners of his clothes and gray hair were covered with morning dew.

The old man in red opened his eyes and carefully wiped off the morning dew on the surface of the sword box with his sleeves. He looked at the Dao sword on his knee affectionately and whispered to himself: "When Master passed you on to me, our fates were already tied together. The Red Maple Sect is here, the Hong Maple Sword is here, and the sword is here. "

Although the sound is not loud, it has a sound when it hits the ground.

...

The entrance to Red Maple Valley.

The autumn wind is speechless, bringing a deep coolness.

Click click click. Click click click.

On the originally empty ground, the soil rolled outwards, and the messy soil buried the surrounding red leaves.

What's scary is that there are bones and bones crawling out of the rolling soil.

Not long after, three identical skeletons with white bones stood on the ground.

A black wind screamed and whirled on the surface of the three white skeletons. When the dark wind dissipated, the three white skeletons turned into three middle-aged men wearing gray robes, with the same appearance and dark gray complexions.

The pupil of each of their left eyes is purple like demon blood - Purple Disaster.

"Red Maple Valley should be here."

"The Red Maple Sect is in the valley."

"This time, should we kill only their leader, or all of them?"

"Killing here and there is really boring. I think we should take a gamble. If the leader of the Red Maple Sect can withstand three attacks, we will let his disciples go."

"Three moves? I always kill people with one move, just gouge out the heart, pop it, and do it neatly."

"Won't you make two more cuts? It's really boring."

"Interesting, I can't wait."

These three people were the three Zihui who had become naturalized in the shadow organization and had repeatedly caused murderous crimes in Liangzhou.

...

Red Maple Valley, outside the gate of Hongfeng Mountain.

The old man in red was sitting cross-legged, and the "Red Maple Sword" was still resting comfortably on his knees like a well-behaved woman.

The old man in red's eyes suddenly froze when he looked at the distance opposite him. His right hand was already holding the hilt of the Red Maple Sword.

"Are you here? There are three of us."

The cultivation level of the old man in red is at the Yuanhun realm, and he can see all the details of a character clearly from a distance of a hundred feet.

He saw three people with purple pupils in their left eyes, walking side by side towards the mountain gate of the Red Maple Sect. His heart was pounding, and the Dao sword in his hand was buzzing and shaking, as if he was eager to jump out of the sword box.

The three purple-eyed and gray-robed men were getting closer and closer. They also saw the old man in red from a distance.

"Eh? Why is there a watchdog at the door of the Red Maple Sect?"

"What's that look in your eyes? Is that a dog? It's just a mouse."

"Hey, it's a trembling mouse." One of them made a strange face and said, "Meow meow--" he imitated two sharp cat meows.

The old man in red stood up and took a few big steps forward. His figure is reflected under the mountain gate, which becomes taller because of him.

He was dressed in red clothes without wind, and the red maple sword was already out of its sheath. He was holding it tightly in his hand. The tip of the sword was

Pointing directly at the three people on the opposite side, the sword energy puffed out from the tip of the sword hissed, and it was colder than the autumn wind.

"Hong Yi, the leader of the Red Maple Sect, is here. The Red Maple Sect does not welcome you. If you move forward again, the Red Maple Sword will drink your blood." The old man in red scolded sternly with his eyes burning.

"Hello, Master." The person in the middle said expressionlessly.

"We were about to kill you, but you came to the door yourself. You are sensible." The person on the left said with the same expression.

"You old guy, you are pointing a broken sword at us. What do you mean? Why don't you kneel down and die." The man on the right said with the same expressionless expression.

The old man in red glanced at his consciousness, and his heart skipped a beat. "The cultivation of these three people is the same as mine. They are both at the second level of the Soul Realm, and their soul power fluctuations are not weaker than mine. We are outnumbered when we are outnumbered, so we need to use our strength." Only by breaking them down with thunderbolts can there be a glimmer of hope.”

"How can the Red Maple Sect allow you and other evil spirits to get involved? I, Hong Yi, am the thirteenth leader of the Red Maple Sect. I will not let you step into the Red Maple Sect now." The old man in red scolded loudly.

The old man in red activated his soul power, and circles of red soul power fluctuations centered at his feet and spread out in all directions.

Wherever you go, the power of the field is redefined.

In the Soul Realm, pieces of red maple leaves the size of millstones danced in light and shadow, but they floated but did not fall. They looked like a painting.

At the same time, the old man in red gently moved the Dao sword in his hand in front of him. A little silver ripple rippled, and the Red Maple Sword disappeared into the void like it was thrown into a mirror lake.

The next moment, the world shook.

The original power of the red maple domain suddenly expanded, covering hundreds of feet in radius. The three people on the opposite side were instantly trapped in the field.

The oppression brought by the power of the domain instantly fell on the three purple-eyed monsters. Outside them, gray arcs of electricity crackled.

Lines of gray-white ghost spirit whirled out from the feet of the three, as if they were the soul realm of the ghost technique.

In just three breaths, the soul realms of both sides reached a conflicting balance.

They are both at the second level of Yuanhun Realm, and their power in the Soul Realm is almost the same. But the old man in red's soul domain was very large, always covering the three people opposite him.

The old man in red had a sharp look and pinched the spell with both hands. On his fingertips, red auras intertwined quickly and turned into a red maple leaf-shaped seal in the blink of an eye.

With a soft snapping sound, the maple leaf seal in the hand of the old man in red turned into maple leaf-shaped waves and spread out. The figure of the old man in red became blurred with this wave of power until he disappeared.

Within the realm, the thunderous voice of the old man in red came out.

"You arrogant people, accept the punishment of my Red Maple Sect's moves."

Huhuhu——

Within the field, a strong wind suddenly rose, and the red maple leaves the size of millstones kept spinning in the strong wind.

"This old guy is trying to be mysterious," said a person on the left.

"You rat, don't hide," said a person on the right.

"It seems very interesting." The person in the middle said.

Within the domain, the strong wind suddenly stopped, and the original red maple leaves disappeared, but there were more than a dozen old men in red. Each of them is the same, emitting the same soul power fluctuations from their bodies, holding red maple swords, and filled with murderous intent.

"He came out, why did he become so much?" said a person on the left.

"Let me count, one mouse turned into fifteen mice." said a person on the right.

"It's an illusion of swordsmanship." said the person in the middle.

"Suffer death." In the void, more than a dozen old men in red roared at the same time.