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Chapter 628 Radiant Thunder: Junior Brother Zhou… You dare to save me!

The thunder outside the palace was broken.

Xu Wuji and his group had already stepped onto the stone steps of the main hall.

At the bottom of the steps, Yuan Shujian of Fangcun Mountain frowned, his heart burning with anxiety.

Junior Brother Zhou, this is dangerous!
Inside the quiet contemplation room, under the watchful eyes of everyone, lay the scroll of the "Heavenly Emperor's Heart Sutra," a profound and secret manual coveted even by supreme grandmasters...

Yuan Shujian couldn't help but ask himself: Junior Brother Zhou, after this Heavenly Emperor's Treasure Vault, will we be able to return to Fangcun Mountain?

Fu Dongcheng, standing to the side, also looked out of the palace gate with a deep gaze.

Since entering Fangcun Mountain, Zhou Jing has stirred up a storm.

Now, facing contemporary prodigies like Tianjingxu and Xu Wuji—

I'm afraid he'll lose his life here today!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel sorry for Zhou Jing.

Given his displayed talent, if he can safely leave the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury, Fangcun Mountain will surely regard him as a pillar of society and cultivate him with all its might.

However, there are some treasures in this world that we are destined not to enjoy.

Some opportunities, once seized, can lead to certain death.

In stark contrast to this sense of regret, Qi Yunfeng and the other two could not hide a hint of pleasure on their faces.

Since Zhou Jing arrived, he has been making a big splash and acting ostentatiously. He has never taken Qi Yunfeng seriously.

Now that they have met their end, it is nothing more than their own fault and divine retribution.

The remaining members of Fangcun Mountain, such as Ziwei, were becoming increasingly curious about Zhou Jing.

Unexpectedly, such an unfathomable figure was hidden in Fangcun Mountain.

Given the current situation, he probably won't be able to save his life.

Below the steps.

The disciples each had their own thoughts and expressions.

However, before everyone could think it through—

Suddenly, an extremely cold voice rang out:

"court death!"

The doors of the main hall suddenly swung open with a resounding boom.

A figure stepped out, with black hair flowing down his back, his upper body bare, and a shimmering light beneath his skin.

We have already met with the people from the Chaoyin Sect, Ziyang Academy, and Daoling Sect of Zishan Jun.

At this moment, everyone's expression changed drastically, their eyes filled with horror.

The Purple Mountain Lord from just now was truly terrifyingly strong.

Just hearing that cold shout was enough to send chills down one's spine.

Not only him, but even figures like Tianjingxu and Xie couldn't help but pause in their tracks.

They had fought against Zishan Jun before and knew his unfathomable abilities, so they still felt a trace of fear.

Later, Feng Qingyun of the Taihua Sect and Xiahou Ji of the Extreme Demon Sect, having not experienced the previous battle, showed little emotion on their faces. They merely scrutinized the legendary cultivator who had taken the form of the elixir of immortality with a hint of inquiry.

Sun Miao and Yao Xia's gazes tried to penetrate the slowly closing palace doors to glimpse the scene inside.

Unfortunately, the light inside the hall was dim, and nothing could be seen clearly. The two had no choice but to turn their attention back to the black-haired youth who walked out of the hall.

The disciples of Fangcun Mountain held their breath, looking at the cold-looking young man before them with surprise and curiosity.

This is the immortal herb in Zizhu Temple.

Lord Zishan stepped out of the main hall, his gaze sweeping over the crowd as before, his voice as cold as ice:
"As I said—"

"Those who step into this realm shall die."

The words contained no magical power, only an overwhelming aura that chilled everyone to the bone.

Xu Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly, and a lotus flower above his head shone with clear light, protecting his entire body.

Tian Jingxu and Xie, the lotus petals in their hands merged into their bodies, and they also felt the shackles of their magical power being removed, their spells returning to their control, and their minds calming down.

Xu Wuji said no more, only in a deep voice: "Let's join forces and kill him first!"

Seeing that everyone was still hesitating, he took the initiative.

Five colors flowed in his palm, his magical power was restored, and the lotus flower above his head shone with even greater light, adding to his imposing presence.

The primordial energy of the five virtues gathered from all around, condensing into a phantom image of a black bird, flapping its wings and chirping clearly.

"When the black bird sings, its way will flourish greatly."

This is precisely the method of blessing the Five Virtues from the "Scripture of the Revolve of the Five Virtues of the Primordial World".

The black bird hovered in the air, its five-colored radiance showering down on everyone around it, as if they were wearing a robe of rosy clouds, and their auras instantly surged.

The Dao Ling Sect's "Innate Five Virtues Revolving Scripture" is extremely profound. It can not only temper oneself but also benefit others. It is truly a rare and mysterious secret manual in this world.

As Xu Wuji made the first move, Scorpion also activated his magic power.

Suddenly, the puppets controlled by the remaining nine disciples of the Heavenly Mystery Sect suddenly activated all their mechanisms, disintegrating into countless parts in an instant, and then quickly reassembling into a towering giant puppet.

Its shape resembles a human figure, but the ingenuity of its combination and the perfection of its craftsmanship have reached the pinnacle.

Scorpion took out a Heavenly Crystal from his storage bag and embedded it into the puppet's core.

—It's actually Tianjing!
Everyone present was a discerning person, and they were all taken aback.

This object is a rare treasure unique to the East China Sea. It can only be formed in the depths of a sea eye formed by the collapse of a deep-sea vein, after thousands of years of gestation.

The spiritual energy and magical power contained in a single Heavenly Crystal are like a vast ocean, enough to support the operation and consumption of a medium-sized sect for a whole year.

This shows just how astonishing the power this puppet will unleash!

Even more astonishingly, the scorpion's body twisted and changed like a puppet, like a precise head component, seamlessly spliced ​​together with the giant puppet.

As he unleashed his full magical power, the towering puppet began to rumble and move.

Its chest suddenly lit up, like the muzzle of a cannon brimming with destructive power, and a low hum echoed in the air, making everyone around it feel fear.

With a celestial crystal as its core, the magical power it releases is unimaginable.

at the same time!

Tian Jingxu no longer concealed his demonic powers; his scholarly demeanor vanished instantly, and his demonic energy surged like ink.

However, a pure white and solemn image of a Confucian sage slowly emerged from the billowing demonic energy.

The foundation is the power of demonic arts, and the form is the image of Confucianism!
This bizarre and contradictory scene left many disciples of Ziyang Academy completely baffled.

The majestic and righteous spirit contained within that Dharma image is absolutely genuine.

Cao An suddenly remembered something and murmured, "The Zhongzheng Zongjing? Could this legend actually be true?"

According to Confucian classics, Ziyang Academy once had a great cultivator who survived the Three Nine Heavenly Tribulations. After reaching the level of a supreme grandmaster, he actually merged Confucian orthodox methods with demonic techniques, resulting in an unprecedented transformation.

That is the "Zhongzheng Zongjing," which is based on demonic doctrines and serves as a foil to Confucian legal codes.

If we were to use the principles of governing a country as an analogy, it would be the path of "external demon, internal sage." It is neither the same as the Confucian tradition of "external king, internal sage" nor the "external hegemon, internal king" of other schools of thought; it is truly an unprecedented path.

Unfortunately, this doctrine was too unorthodox, and after the passing of that senior, it was expelled from the orthodoxy of the sect and gradually faded into obscurity.

Who could have imagined that this would happen again today in the hands of a demonic saint!
No wonder Tian Jingxu always dressed like a scholar.

I had initially thought he was just a pretentious person, but now I realize that he truly studied Confucianism deeply, otherwise he could never have cultivated such a pure and righteous spirit.

Although this Confucian sage's image manifested from demonic energy, its power was in no way inferior to the giant humanoid puppet controlled by Scorpion. Seeing Xu Wuji, Scorpion, and Tianjingxu take the lead in making their move, everyone's confidence soared.

Taihua Sect's Feng Qingyun circulated the Pure Yang Technique, and his body was filled with abundant Yang energy.

The twelve demonic pillars behind Xiahou Ji suddenly appeared, a sign that the "Extreme Demonic God Technique" had reached its peak.

Zhuang Xiuyin's magical power surged, and with her delicate hands she formed twelve profound treasure seals, which gradually merged into one. This was the method of achieving the ultimate form of the "Kunlun Twelve Golden Chapters".

Lu Beiyou was covered in golden light, and crimson clouds flowed between his palms as he used the Three Truths Sect's secret technique, "Refining Heaven's Calamity Hand".

Sun Miao of Fangcun Mountain and Yao Xia of Longquan Sword Sect also went all out without holding back.

Behind Qi Ling, a phantom of a fire phoenix danced gracefully.

With their magical powers restored, everyone held nothing back and unleashed their strongest abilities.

The disciples below the steps looked up at this scene.

See!

In an instant, the scene before the palace was magnificent: the clear chirping of black birds, the surge of lightning, the flowing of five colors, the sky full of crimson clouds, the crisscrossing of sword energy... more than a dozen earth-shattering techniques appeared at the same time, their brilliance intertwined, their momentum soaring to the sky, pointing directly at Lord Zishan!

They could hardly imagine how they could withstand such an attack within the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury and under the restrictions of the Dragon Court realm.

Even the aftershocks of just one of their attacks would probably be enough to wipe them out.

Even if Lord Zishan is strong, he cannot use all his magic power here, and his only option is to die and perish.

Xu Wuji smiled and said loudly, "Lord Zishan, make way for us and hand over the 'Heavenly Emperor Heart Sutra' so that we may enter the main hall."

"Perhaps... I can spare your life."

Upon hearing this, Lord Zishan leaned back slightly, as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous, and a mocking smile slowly spread across his face.

"How... ridiculous."

"I never would have guessed... Zizhu, you were so renowned in ancient times, achieving immortality with the elixir of immortality, and even the Heavenly Emperor treated you with respect."

"Now..." His voice suddenly turned cold, "even these lowly ants dare to contend with me?"

His gaze, sharp as lightning, landed on the lotus statue above Xu Wuji's head, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips:
"Having obtained a mere half of a celestial treasure, they didn't realize it was a blessing, but instead came here to die."

The words have not yet been spoken!

Purple lightning surged around Lord Zishan, and a vast, all-encompassing net of lightning suddenly unfolded behind him.

In an instant, space froze, and the world lost its color!
Thick thunderclouds shrouded the entire hall, with thousands of feet of purple lightning flashing and surging within the clouds, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Xu Wuji was also shocked to see this. How could the Purple Mountain Lord, who had taken the form of the elixir of immortality, be so powerful?

It's not that you can't use your magic here.

"You can use magic!?"

Zishan Jun sneered, "Just ignorant."

The lightning struck down like a mountain, and the power of the purple arcs was simply irresistible.

The spells that the group was preparing to cast were shattered by the falling purple lightning before they could even be used.

Zishan Jun soared into the air, bathed in lightning, his black hair dancing in the wind.

"With my thunder, I will vanquish all laws!"

Before Scorpion's puppets could be used, they were blasted into a pile of puppet machines by the electric arc, leaving him severely injured.

Although the disciples of each sect stood below the steps, they were still affected by the thunderous storm.

Many with low cultivation levels didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to ashes in the blinding lightning.

Zishan Jun stood beneath the thunderclouds, casually pulling out blinding beams of light from the churning clouds and scattering them across the earth.

After comprehending the "Heavenly Emperor's Heart Sutra" in the main hall, his cultivation level has reached a new level, surpassing even his previous life when he was Zizhu and had not yet condensed his Xuan Dan.

Outside the palace, lightning struck like pillars, as swiftly as a torrential downpour.

The disciples of the Chaoyin Sect all practiced Yin Soul and Deceptive Arts, which were naturally countered by lightning. Even the Holy Son Yan Jiuyin could not withstand this overwhelming heavenly might and was struck by a bolt of purple lightning, his physical body instantly disintegrating.

A woman's primordial spirit fled hastily from the collapsing body; it was none other than Yan Jiuyin's true form.

Unfortunately, his primordial spirit was exposed to this vast lightning tribulation and had nowhere to hide.

However, in the blink of an eye, it was completely annihilated amidst a mournful cry.

Tian Jingxu wanted to intervene, but he was trapped in the sea of ​​lightning and could only watch helplessly as Yan Jiuyin's soul and spirit were annihilated. The entire Chaoyin Sect was wiped out in an instant.

Below the steps, the remaining disciples of various sects witnessed this scene and were filled with despair.

Even the Holy Son of the Demonic Path perished in this Thunder Realm, so how could they possibly survive?

The oppressive aura of the Purple Mountain Lord in the sky continued to rise steadily, as if the Thunder God had descended upon the world.

Xiahou Ji of the Extreme Demon Sect had his twelve demonic pillars shattered inch by inch, and his demonic body, forged through countless trials, was now torn and bleeding. Faced with the seemingly endless, blazing heavenly lightning, for the first time, a look of utter helplessness appeared in his eyes.

Feng Qingyun was in a similarly dire situation. His magical power had just begun to circulate when it was violently shattered by a bolt of purple lightning, causing his energy to instantly collapse.

The thunder continued to pour down like a torrential downpour, leaving no room for respite.

In a few more moments, he would be reduced to ashes in this lightning field.

How could Lord Zishan be so powerful?

There's no need for even a test; the first move is a devastating, world-destroying killing blow!
Without even testing the waters, he unleashed his killing move in an instant!
Feng Qingyun couldn't help but look at Xu Wuji in front of him, as this whole affair originated from him.

"Xu Wuji, damn it..."

Even the usually composed Feng Qingyun felt an urge to curse.

It's such a shame to die here so inexplicably.

However, he found it extremely difficult to even speak. If he were to lose focus or let his energy leak out even slightly, the terrifying purple lightning would penetrate his body and wreak havoc on his meridians.

Now he can't even utter a word of begging for mercy; he can only struggle on.

Sun Miao also looked anxious; if things continued like this, everyone would perish.

His gaze swept quickly across Zhuang Xiuyin, Xu Wuji, and Tianjingxu in front of him.

Xu Wuji's face was the most unpleasant, filled with resentment.

The lotus crown on his head received the most intense lightning. If it weren't for his profound foundation and powerful magic, he would probably have followed in Yan Jiuyin's footsteps long ago.

Tianjingxu's Confucian Dharma Image had already shattered under the thunder, and the Asura Dharma Body that had just been condensed in the demonic energy was instantly annihilated. At this moment, he was severely injured and his aura was weak.

Zhuang Xiuyin was also in dire straits; if he held on any longer, he would likely perish as well.

She struggled to lift her eyes, gazing at the grand hall shrouded in lightning. Bathed in the purple light of the blazing incantation, she managed to utter a single, strained sentence:
"Zhou Jing...can he still be saved..."

These words instantly rekindled the fading hope in everyone's hearts.

Hope flashed in the eyes of the Dao Lingzong and Ziyang Academy members, for they had just been saved by Zhou Jing.

Perhaps... he can save everyone again.

The people of Fangcun Mountain were also struggling to hold on amidst the lightning, and it seemed that they would all perish in ten more breaths.

They harbored no ill will towards Zhou Jing, and now they shouted with their last ounce of strength:
"Senior Brother Zhou—!"

Just then! Lord Zishan suddenly frowned and turned his head sharply to look into the depths of the Jingxin Temple.

A beam of cool starlight pierced through the sky full of lightning and shone into the palace.

His expression changed drastically, and anger erupted from him:

"you dare!"

(End of this chapter)