Shushan Earthly Immortal

Chapter 410 Calming Thunder and Returning to Earth, Suppressing the Sea and Stopping the Tide

Three bolts of lightning struck down, accompanied by a deafening roar, creating a tremendous spectacle.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Xinzhan did not dodge but instead launched a counterattack, charging forward to meet the thunder.

He clenched and pulled his hand in the air, summoning the Thunder Sword. With a sweep of the sword, a vast surge of thunderous sword energy erupted, transforming into a silver-purple thunder tide that struck the three thunderballs.

"Boom!"

Yin and Yang clashed, thunder collided—what a terrifying sight! Lightning exploded in the void, and the earth trembled. The aftershocks reached the ground, cracking the earth and causing rivers to surge, turning the land into a muddy mess in the blink of an eye.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Xinzhan immediately waved his sleeve, summoned a magical artifact, and sent it to the ground.

This magical artifact emitted a ball of apricot-yellow light, and it also had the effect of concealing the secrets of heaven, making it impossible for people to see the appearance of the treasure itself. When the treasure landed on the ground, it seemed to melt into the water as if it were a fish in water, and immediately the turbulent earth calmed down.

The evil devil, somewhat astonished by Cheng Xinzhan's methods, then grinned maliciously and waved the banner again. This time, the three human skins emitted nine bolts of lightning, while he said...

"You want to protect the land? I'd like to see how long you can keep doing that!"

Cheng Xinzhan stared at the human skin banner in the air. Logically speaking, thunder is the most yang and masculine element of heaven and earth, and it naturally abhors yin and evil. Therefore, it is impossible for a wicked demon, burdened with bloodlust and karmic debts, to summon thunder.

Of course, some demons are clever. They covet the power of thunder and lightning but cannot summon it, so they ascend to the heavens to collect lightning during thunderstorms. However, because their aura is impure, the collected lightning cannot be stored for long; the lightning essence will naturally dissipate and return to the heavens. Therefore, they devise ways to mix other spiritual materials into the lightning essence and then refine it using secret methods to create things like thunderbolts and lightning fragments, which can be preserved for a long time.

Cheng Xinzhan had seen the "White Bone Fiend Thunder" of the White Bone Zen Temple, the "Golden Sun Thunderbolt Divine Thunder" of the Big Belly Sea, the "Nine Yin Absolute Yang Divine Thunder" of the Three Corpse Sect, and the "Mountain-Shattering Sky-Sinking Divine Thunder" of the Southern School, all of which were of this type. In addition, the "Taiyi Divine Thunder" of Emei was also based on this method—there were quite a few people in the Emei Sect who carried blood feuds and karmic debts.

These thunderbolts and lightning bolts can generally be preserved for three to five years without any problem. For example, the "Taiyi Divine Thunder" of Emei, due to its unique method, can be preserved for ten years without any problem. They are also easy to activate; they take effect as soon as they are thrown out. Most importantly, unlike thunder magic, these things cannot be used by anyone.

Of course, this kind of thing also has obvious drawbacks. First, it's incredibly difficult to refine. Gathering lightning, condensing lightning, and refining lightning are all impossible for anyone below the third realm. Even those above the third realm are highly likely to be paralyzed during the refining process, a common occurrence. Second, it's extremely expensive. Refining this thing requires highly skilled craftsmen, has a low success rate, and the spiritual materials that can solidify lightning paste and enhance its power are incredibly rare, making large-scale production impossible. Most importantly, this thing has high craftsmanship, a high minimum potential, and great power, but a low maximum potential. If you were to compare the most powerful Thunderbolt Master of the era with the Five Thunder Orthodox Technique wielded by the Divine Firmament Sect Leader, the former would definitely be far inferior to the latter.

What puzzled Cheng Xinzhan was that the lightning magic used by this demon was not the common method of divine thunder and lightning. It seemed that he had refined the three human skins into something like a lightning pouch to store lightning, which could be retrieved at any time. And the fact that such a demon could create such an evil artifact without it exploding on its own, and that it could even generate lightning, suggested that the origin of those human skins was probably quite extraordinary.

In a flash, Cheng Xinzhan had already devised a strategy to defeat the enemy.

Faced with a new wave of Yin lightning, he did not use his sword to fight back, but instead summoned another magical artifact.

A beam of azure light shot out from his body, rose to the top of his head, and then transformed into a magic umbrella. The umbrella opened, as if supporting a patch of azure clouds. Nine bolts of yin lightning struck the umbrella, but before they could touch its surface, they were absorbed by the top of the copper pagoda umbrella without causing the slightest ripple.

This is a treasure he specially crafted for his tribulation, and it is the most resistant to lightning.

At the same time, he threw down the Thunder Sword and planted it in the ground. Then, using his hand as a brush and the thunder energy within his body as ink, he drew talismans in the air, writing six large silver thunder seal characters in succession, which were:
“靐”, “轰”, “龘”, “灥”, “龑”, “”.

In one go, six Void Lightning Talismans were formed.

"go with!"

With a wave of his sleeve, six thunder talismans flew out, forming a line that stretched from top to bottom like a long vertical couplet. Moreover, after the six characters took shape, lightning erupted, naturally condensing into lightning threads that connected them, resembling a series of high-hanging thunder lanterns. The ends of these thunder lanterns touched the thunder sword on the ground, while their heads pointed towards the human skin banner above.

Cheng Xinzhan formed the Thunder-Inducing Seal, pointed it directly at the human skin banner in the sky, and chanted,
"Thunder Chief, Thunderbolt True Lord."

To punish evil and uphold justice is the true voice of heaven and earth.

Summon thunder, regardless of whether it is Bing or Ding.

The talisman has arrived and must be carried out without delay. So be it! Thunder, come!

As Cheng Xinzhan gave the order, both the Thunder Sword and the character "Thunder" suddenly shone brightly, accompanied by a thunderous roar, as if repeating Cheng Xinzhan's command.

At the same time, a fierce wind arose, dark clouds swept across the sky, and the human skin banners high in the sky began to shake violently. The abdomens of the three human skins began to glow, and then lightning began to emanate from the seven orifices of the skins, falling down in wisps and being drawn to the lightning talisman lanterns.

At this moment, the thunder lantern resembled a chain of rain hanging from the eaves, with lightning flowing like water down its back. However, the sound of the falling lightning was not as pleasant as the sound of rain; it roared all the way down, then the thunder gradually subsided. At the same time, the eerie purple, black, and red lightning slowly turned into a pure silver, finally falling onto the thunder sword and flowing peacefully back to the earth.

At this moment, there were many thunder magic practitioners from the Shenxiao Sect and people from Yingyuan Prefecture of Sanqing Mountain near Hengmen Waterway. They were amazed to see Cheng Xinzhan performing such a spell. Just from the scene before them, this young master of Guangfa had used several methods of thunder magic, such as [summoning thunder], [soothing thunder to transform qi], [purifying evil], and [pacifying thunder to return to earth], in just a few words and phrases of incantation, and the connection between them was extremely good and smooth.

This has a subtle, pervasive quality, like a gentle spring breeze or a light touch that can achieve great results with minimal effort.

Upon seeing this, the evil demon's expression changed, and he once again unleashed lightning from his banner. However, the newly unleashed lightning was the same; as soon as it left the human skin, it was immediately pulled away by the array of talisman swords and then vanished into the thick earth.

Not only that, the entire human skin banner began to sway precariously under the pull of the talisman array, showing a tendency to fall.

Seeing that things were not going well and the magic weapon was about to go out of control, Qiu Po ​​no longer cared about his reputation as a master and immediately tried to use his magic to retrieve the banner. However, the human skin banner was already entangled in the lightning-attracting array. If the demon wanted to retrieve the banner, it would either have to pull up the entire array along with it, destroy the array, or kill the person in charge of the array.

The demon tried several times, but the thunder sword seemed rooted to the ground, and the banner was firmly held by the rune array, unable to break free. So he had no choice but to give up. At this moment, the demon's face had turned extremely grim. It should be known that demonic artifacts are easy to learn, with low barriers to entry and great power, but the higher one climbs, the more difficult it becomes. Without being tempered by calamities, they are difficult to perfect; if tempered by calamities, they are easily destroyed. He already possessed many demonic treasures, but they were all captured by the demonic net in a single exchange. Now, seeing the banner about to be lost, how could he not panic?

Cornered, the demon opened its mouth and spat out a black mist. Within the mist was a jet-black pill emitting an eerie, dark light. The pill shimmered, and the black mist rapidly expanded, churning and condensing, transforming in the blink of an eye into a giant dharma image sixty feet tall.

This appearance was extremely ugly and bizarre, its entire body covered in long black hair that trailed to the ground. It was also soaking wet, and wherever it stood, black water quickly accumulated, causing vegetation to wither and die. The face resembled that of a monkey, with a flat nose and a protruding forehead, but its fangs were ferocious and protruded outwards, and its eyes were bloodshot, making it look like a demon.

A monkey?

Cheng Xinzhan frowned as he looked at the image of the Dharma. This was a legendary evil beast from the sea, with the power to stir up storms, command drowning ghosts, and cast curses.

Fa Xiang was also looking at Cheng Xinzhan at this moment, his crimson eyes as ferocious as a hungry beast. Suddenly, Fa Xiang's right arm began to grow hair wildly, which intertwined and quickly grew into a hairy whip at the end of his arm, the end of which extended all the way to the waterway at the foot of Yunti Mountain.

Immediately, Faxiang swung his arm violently, and the hairy whip in his hand flew out from the river channel and lashed out. Miraculously, the river water followed the whip, as if the whip had wrapped around the water, lifting the river out of the channel and connecting a thick and long water whip at the end of the whip.

Fa Xiang brandished his whip, the water whip at the end sweeping across the lightning chain array hanging in the void, producing a whistling sound that was deafening.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Xinzhan changed his incantation and summoned the earthen sword Tai'a as a talisman. He then performed the ritual of walking on the Big Dipper, pointing the sword at the earth and chanting, "True Officials of the Mountains and Rivers, Spirits of the Land."

The Supreme Being has commanded that evil spirits be hunted down.

Each of you, take your positions and obey my commands.

"The altars of the land and grain are on the left and the granaries on the right; do not be alarmed!"

After announcing the news to the four directions, Cheng Xinzhan changed his hand gesture, pointing to the ground with his left hand and giving the order.
"rise!"

"Wow--"

All the onlookers heard was a sound like the turning of pages in a book. A hazy yellow light appeared on the land between Yunti Mountain and Hengmen Waterway, and its outline looked like an open book.

As the sound of pages turning rang out, a yellow light rose from the ground like a page of paper, transforming into a yellow curtain hanging vertically in the void, blocking the path before the talisman sword and lightning array.

On this backdrop, a landscape of perilous peaks is painted, nine in number, reaching towards the sky and touching the clouds. The towering peaks stand majestically, imposing and precipitous. The mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, its body a deep blue-green, making it difficult to discern its exact form. Only the nine peaks float on the sea of ​​mist, like nine small boats.

In the blink of an eye, the yellow light that served as the backdrop to the mountain disappeared, and the illusory ink painting of the mountain suddenly became solid. Between Cloud Ladder Mountain and Hengmen Waterway, in front of the Talisman Sword Thunder Array, a mountain suddenly appeared! Moreover, the appearance of this mountain here was not abrupt at all, as if it had always been there.

"boom!"

The river water crashed onto the towering mountain, creating a loud bang.

The river water suddenly burst open, turning into a shower of tiny raindrops.

The majestic mountain stands firm and unmoving.

"what!"

The evil devil was filled with doubt and uncertainty. He couldn't even tell whether the mountain that had appeared out of nowhere was a spell, a magical artifact, or a real object.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

He snorted coldly and commanded his Dharma form to attack again. He firmly believed that no matter how capable this young Taoist was, judging from his aura, he should still be in the stage of gestation and nurturing the fetus. His spiritual infant was not yet strong, and he had not yet overcome the three calamities. In terms of magical power, he definitely could not beat him.

This time, Faxiang's whip grew longer again, extending all the way into the waters of the Lingdingyang to the east. As Faxiang vigorously swung the whip, the Lingdingyang suddenly surged with tides, churning like the Qiantang River estuary. The entire ocean surface, like a velvet cloth, was lifted up by the whip and was about to crash towards the west bank. The waves were even higher than the Tiecha Mountain that suddenly appeared on the west bank.

If it were to actually land, not only would the sword talisman and thunder array be affected, but the entire Hengmen water area would likely be devastated, turning it into a chaotic wasteland.

Unleashing such power would not be an easy task for the devils.

Cheng Xinzhan's gaze sharpened, and he also summoned his Golden Core, which he rarely used in combat.

He opened his mouth and spat out a golden-white ray of light. However, this ray of light was too intense, like the midday sun. Everyone knew that there should be a pill in that light, but no one could open their eyes or see it clearly.

However, this white cloud neither condensed into a Dharma form nor struck the evil devils; instead, it flew eastward toward the Lingdingyang. At this moment, the entire west coast and the surface of the Lingdingyang were bathed in the intense white light, and most people instinctively closed their eyes, not daring to look for long.

Only a few people were still watching intently when they saw the white glow spread out over the Lingdingyang. Wherever the glow shone, the wind stopped and the water became calm. When the white glow reached the mountain-like crest of the tide, it seemed to transform into a cloud mountain even larger and heavier than the tide itself, pressing down with unparalleled power like the sky collapsing, directly flattening the nascent tide.

The tide was forcibly smoothed out, and the whip attached to it suddenly taut. The statue of the ape standing on the west bank was pulled to the east by the enormous force and stumbled.

At this moment, white light enveloped the water's surface, as if the sea had been frozen.

The entire Lingdingyang was calm and peaceful.

"How can this be!"

The evil devil cried out in shock. He couldn't believe it. How much power would this require? And how could such power come from a terrestrial cultivator who was still in the process of gestation?
Amidst the blinding white light, a series of green lights suddenly flashed behind the evil devil.

"puff--"

A sharp pain from his back snapped the devil out of his shock, causing the already turbulent blood and qi within him, which had been forcibly calmed by the tide, to erupt completely, surging backward and causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood mist.

The evil devil let out a miserable cry, and with a flick of his right hand, he threw out a grappling hook wrapped in silk, aiming at the person who was attacking from behind. The grappling hook gleamed with a cold light, moved extremely fast, and made a whistling sound as it cut through the air. Moreover, it grew as it was carried by the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it was twenty or thirty feet in size, constantly opening and closing, as if it could even grab a mountain.

"boom!"

The grappling hook hadn't flown far when it collided with something—a massive dragon claw covered in black scales, even larger than the magical grappling hook itself. The two collided, immediately unleashing a deafening roar.

The grappling hook was sent flying backward by the shockwave, but the dragon claw formed from magical energy was also shattered, revealing the person behind it.

The man was dressed plainly, wearing only a dark indigo robe and a large, lotus-leaf-shaped headscarf that completely covered his face, making it impossible to see his features. With a wave of his hand, a string of jade bracelets flew back and landed on his wrist.

"and who are you?!"

The evil devil roared.

The attacker raised his head, revealing a handsome face, and then laughed.

"This junior is none other than the 'unheard-of youth' you spoke of, senior, I am Mu Longzhang. I did have a nickname in the Southwest before, known as the 'Poison Dragon Venerable.' However, I have now been enlightened, repented, and abandoned my past ways. I now follow the Master and listen to his teachings, and have been given the title 'Yesterday's Wrong One.'"

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