The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 284: His World, Twin Flowers
"Good good!"

"What a treasure to hold in one's body, what a great Samadhi Divine Wind!"

I saw nine lion heads falling to the ground at the same time. On the huge body of Jiu Ling Zhen, the neck was surging with anger and blood was pouring down. However, the nine heads opened and closed by themselves and spoke coldly.

After just a few breaths, its blood, like heavenly essence, flowed back, and in a moment, nine heads grew again, staring at Wu Yong angrily.

Don’t think that he was on the verge of death. A mere severed head is nothing to gods and demons like him who can be reborn with a drop of blood.

I just hate that Taoist priest who is so cruel and ruthless, holding a valuable treasure in his hand. The wind can blow people away, the thunder and fire can kill people, and the traps set up layer by layer are hard to guard against.

The Samadhi Divine Wind Technique is even mentioned in his Yuansheng Bloodline, and is known as the first-class demonic wind:
The evil wind blew down the Senluo Palace. The five hundred Arhats were making a commotion, and the eight great Vajras were shouting in unison. Manjusri's green-haired lion had run away, and Samantabhadra's white elephant was hard to find. Zhenwu's tortoise and snake had lost their group, and Zi's mule was swayed by its reins. The traveling merchants shouted to the heavens, and the boatman made all kinds of wishes...

When the wind blew, all the saints were disturbed and attacked the whole world indiscriminately, making the whole world dark and empty. The sky was dim and it was difficult to tell left from right.

The beheading by thunder and fire is also extremely brutal. The sun's thunder hammer comes down, competing to strike with thunderbolts. The true bodies of gods and demons are still unstoppable.

However, Wu Yong did not get angry when he heard his ridicule. He raised the nine-section bamboo staff with his right hand, and stretched out the sections of the Qingxuan staff, drawing a circle in front of his body. Immediately, boundless Tianqian essence rushed in and transformed into a Tianqian altar that was thirty-three feet, thirty-three meters high.

Wu Yong hooked his left finger, and the nine mountain lion heads that fell into the void were immediately captured by him using the art of moving stars and changing constellations. Even though the Nine Spirits Gods and Demons tried to stop them with their great magical powers, they still got nothing.

He watched helplessly as the nine bloody lion heads were piled on the altar.

【Knock…knock…knock! 】

Wu Yong held the staff in his right hand and slowly climbed the stairs. With each step he took, he tapped the staff lightly on the step. There were thirty-three steps, like a journey to heaven. The higher he went, the more uneasy Jiu Ling felt.

"Zhixuan, what exactly do you want to do?"

Jiu Ling felt numb in his heart and shook his head and stamped his feet. The nine heads were breathing wind and fire, and the roar of lions resounded through the sky.

Immediately, golden clouds appeared from below, vying to block his magical power. Then seven gods descended from the clouds, each using their magical powers to gather the leaden clouds in the sky into a ball. With the cooperation of the seven gods, golden clouds stretched for tens of thousands of miles, and a giant palm ten thousand feet high emerged from the middle, which was called the Hand of Huang Tian.

Huang Tian slapped down with his big handprint, and the incomparable divine power knocked Jiu Ling off his head and knocked him down from the clouds.

After one strike, Huang Tian's hand turned into boundless sky lead and endless essence again. The seven gods formed seals and the innate energy was united to capture and suppress the Nine Spirits. Before the Nine Spirits could get up, huge palms covering the sky came down from the boundless sea of ​​clouds. The thousands of hands of Yuntian came together to suppress the thousands of miles of the deep and boundless world, and the space here collapsed and became disordered, and all the paths ceased to exist. The most original and terrifying collision made the empty universe shake endlessly with every strike.

Thousands of hands and nine heads exploded into a ball, heavenly essence scattered, the atmosphere of devil blood, and the golden and red blood in the boundless void poured down like pear blossoms in the rain.

And amidst this violent collision, the thirty-three-step Tianqian altar was fixed in the void, not affected at all.

Wu Yong climbed to the height of thirty-three, stepped on the Gangdou, and was guided by the nine heads of gods and demons. The three-colored flower ornaments on his brows shone brightly, and the Lingguan Xianluo revealed the inner scene. He rose into the air and chanted:
"In the beginning of ancient times, who taught it? How could we study it when the upper and lower worlds were not yet formed? Who could understand the darkness? How could we understand the image of the wings? How could we understand the combination of yin and yang and the other three?..."

“I do not know its name, I do not know its reason, I ask the heaven for help.”

"Thunder is formed when the earth shakes, and the sun in the sky is the Lord. Thunder comes out of the earth for 183 days and then goes back in. When it goes in, all things come in. It goes back in and comes out again after 183 days. When it comes out, all things also come out. The heavenly drum is in the body, with the left hand holding the awl and the right hand holding the wedge. When it moves, it is like thunder and the strings are shaken. When the thunder drum sounds, all things come into being."

"Who controls the might of heaven? Who controls the turmoil of human hearts?"

"Here, we should ask for the might of heaven to descend upon the world."

"Thunder Lord, help me!"

Heaven asked about its way, then about its form, and he revealed its way and gave it a name, which was the decree of Thunder God.

As soon as Wu Yong said this, the entire world, covering an area of ​​countless miles, turned into darkness. A thunderclap sounded, shocking all the immortals and spirits.

What was even more terrifying was that from the dark clouds in the sky, two purple-gold pillars stepped out from the end. Looking down at their knees, there was a god as tall as the sky, with feet like a phoenix, and a celestial drum on each head. His blue hair reached to his waist, and his arms were black and twisted, holding hammers and wedges as if they were holding up the entire world. His chest was exposed, and his posture was majestic and heroic. Behind his back, wings were spread out, covering the fields for a thousand miles.

The tower was tens of thousands of feet high, and compared to it, all the immortals and saints were like quails, insignificant.

Thunder roared, celestial drums vibrated, the God of Heaven lowered his head and looked around the world. His phoenix eyes and eagle nose, filled with purple light, glanced at the immortals and saints, and immediately all the righteous people were frightened and their courage was cut short.

It is the God of Thunder and the God of Clouds!
The figure that was as tall as the sky nodded, and the nine lion heads on the Tianqian altar instantly turned into powder. The nine spirits' arms and legs also became weak, and they could no longer stand up.

【boom! ! 】

Without giving him any room to think, the god struck the drum and thunder drums sounded.

In an instant, the entire world was darkened by lightning, the sky and earth lost their color, all living things were silent, and after the endless roar, there was ultimate silence.

After setting up an altar for worship, the Thunder God's magic was accomplished, and with one strike, all the heads of the Nine Spirits were shattered. With a thunderous sound, the bones of the Yuansheng God were instantly reduced to dust.

Before the Nine Spirit Lion's head was born, another strike of thunder hammer and drum was launched... This was repeated nine times. After nine strikes, only the lower half of the Nine Spirit's true body, which was nearly five thousand feet tall, was left. The lumbar spine upwards was completely worn away, and it collapsed to the ground like the body of a dead dog.

Such great power frightened all the saints. When the figure of Thunder God, who was tens of thousands of feet tall and level with the sky, turned around, the gods and demons Huai Yu immediately became limp and collapsed on the clouds.

All plants and trees are spiritual beings from thunder. They live when thunder strikes and die when thunder falls. This is the root of their life!
The cultivators held their breath and stared at the terrifying figure of the God of Heaven. One step, two steps...

After the Thunder God turned around and stomped on the earth and sky for three times, his divine might finally left and slowly dissipated into nothingness. Just before it dissipated, the immortals and saints looked at that figure and did not dare to move.

That’s Thunder God!

The staff in his hand fell to the ground, Wu Yong bent down, and slowly picked it up.

The Leigong method is a ritual method and an altar method. It receives the power of heaven, obtains the help of heaven, and borrows the laws of heaven and earth.

[Unfortunately, only one move is enough! ]

Feeling that most of his magic power had been drained away, Wu Yong sighed inwardly.

After all, no matter how powerful the magic is, the magic power to support its power will not come out of thin air. It connects with the power of heaven above and the laws of the road below. Taking the true form of the "Thunder God" that once flourished in the avenue to strike, it is ultimately just borrowed.

The saints who were tens of thousands of miles away also felt relieved. The figure of the Heavenly Father truly possessed the power of a supreme god. Fortunately, he only had the power of one strike, otherwise...

The group of immortals and saints remained silent for a long time, until a cry of surprise was heard!

The Huai Saint, who was paralyzed on the ground by the might of the thunder, was caught off guard by the Qingwei Heavenly Lord and was directly put into the sheep-fat jade bottle. Before the gods and demons could attack, the True Dragon and the Great Red Heavenly Lord also attacked immediately...

"Asshole! What an asshole."

"Are all of you immortals so shameless in breaking your promises?"

The demon Dijiang had an ugly look on his face, and he rushed towards the Immortal Lord Qingwei, demanding that she hand over the demon Huaiyu.

"Hmph, don't think we don't know what you are planning. If the two Supreme True Ancestor Immortals don't agree, what's the difference between your agreement and a piece of empty paper? Can you make the decision?"

With sneers, the immortals and saints started fighting again.

At this time, no one paid any attention to Wu Yong and Jiu Ling.

Wu Yong picked up the staff, stepped on the air, and slowly walked down the altar. He came to the Nine Spirits Demon, who was lying on the ground twitching and still slowly repairing his body.

"Jiuling, you and I have some fate."

"If you want to continue this relationship, you should be by my side, follow the example of the Ten Directions Taiyi, and save countless sufferings. Yuan Sheng'er bows before me..."

"If you don't have this intention, our sect won't force you!"

After saying this, Wu Yong pointed his staff and infused his body with the energy of heavenly lead and creation, taking his blood and essence to grow bones, blood and flesh, and thus forming a Taoist body.

With a little more Wu Yong, the true spirit who has achieved the Tao after long-term cultivation - Jiuling Yuansheng, bows down to the Great Emperor of Qinghua in the East and Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun. In front of the lotus platform, nine-headed green lions spit flames into flowers, surrounding the throne, bowing down with compassion, and pitying all living beings. Below are the spiritual flags for overcoming disasters, the spiritual flags for protecting lives, the spiritual flags for extending plans, the spiritual flags for extending lives, and the spiritual flags for warding off disasters. Yuansheng bows his head, chants day and night, and loves the heavens...

At this moment, he has killed all eighty-one heads of Thunder God. Even if he could mediate the relationship between nature and him, he would still overdraw his blood, be seriously injured and exhausted, and might need a hundred years to recuperate.

Outside, the saints in the domain are fighting to the death. Above, there are the words "fate and law" and "destiny", which are terrors without reason...

If you don't respect the law of fate, you will die once. But this death will last forever, which is contrary to the Tao!

Jiu Ling had a sorrowful look on his face, and eventually he dispersed his true form as a god or demon, transforming into a nine-headed lion saint. He moved on the clouds, landed in front of Wu Yong, knelt forward, bowed his head, and cried.

Wu Yong also felt something at the same time, and did not perform any forbidden spells. He just picked up the bamboo stick, stepped onto the body of the Nine Spirits, and sat cross-legged on it, with the golden cloud as a support and Yuansheng as a seat. He wore a plain robe with his sleeves rolled up, and held the stick horizontally in front of him. He had flowers on his eyebrows and a face like an immortal, and he was about to appear in the world. If the seven directions' clever changes can be compared to the ten directions' saviors, then Qinghua Taiyi might not be Tianqianzhixuan.

Spanning two immeasurable eras, before the catastrophe, Taiyi saved the suffering, Qinghua Jiuyang, without beginning and without end; after the catastrophe, Huangtian Gaodao, Tianqian Zhixuan, Wunianwuwei...

The two figures seemed to have crossed endless years and overlapped together. This was the past from Yu Yutian, and the world so vast that even the void began to distort.

The void turned and transformed into Qinghua Changle, and the blue and dark blue spread throughout the world. There were endless clouds above and the nine suns converged, and it went down to Miaotian Palace. There were countless chanting sounds here. A corner from countless years ago invaded this great world of time. Countless wonderful methods and compassionate responses were all unfolded in front of Wu Yong.

However, Wu Yong was sitting cross-legged on the green lion, with the golden and jade Lingguan's precious scroll shining brightly, and the heavenly lead merged into one, blocking all the thoughts that wanted to enter his body one by one.

"If you say it's a coincidence, it may not be wrong, but if you say it's Chengdao Taiyi Qinghua?"

"This is not my way. If we are on different paths, we cannot work together!"

Wu Yong frowned, pointed his staff, and moved the nine spirits, stepping on the clouds to the edge of the world where the True Lords of Crossing Tribulations and the Successor King were.

As for Taiyi Qinghua's teaching? Since the teachings are different, it has nothing to do with him.

Without cause and effect, there is no point in having no thoughts!

Wu Yong kept to himself and was not greedy. At this moment, he used the Thunder God spell, and his magic power was exhausted. He no longer wanted to get involved in the fight between the immortals and the saints, but turned around and rushed towards the battlefield of the kings!
Only the shadow of Qinghua Changle gradually dimmed, and finally only a long sigh and a faint laughter from deeper inside remained. Through endless years, no one knew where it went...

(End of this chapter)