The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 156: Inflicting heavy damage to the real dragon and feeling the greatness of the Seeking Truth Temple

Click! Click!
Several cracking sounds were heard.

After the light faded, a big hole appeared in the ocean. The True Dragon Realm was damaged and a crack appeared. A crack appeared on the dragon ball as big as a bowl, running through half of the dragon ball.

Zhenlong and Xuanming vomited blood at the same time. The blood splattered and dripped onto the ground, and red plum blossoms bloomed, which was particularly dazzling.

There is no need to explain why the former vomited blood, and the latter suffered backlash due to the destruction of the map of mountains and rivers.

"What a great Master Xuanming!"

The real dragon gritted his teeth.

Besides being angry at Xuanming, he also felt a little afraid of the old Taoist priest, for if he hurt the enemy a thousand he would lose eight hundred of his own.

This real person is ruthless and decisive!
In order to win, the half-step magic weapon will explode at any time.

"The mountains remain unchanged, the rivers flow forever. I will remember today's vengeance, and I will repay it a hundredfold in the future."

He took back the dragon ball with great pain and uttered a few harsh words. The real dragon then withdrew from the Taoist domain, shook its head and tail, flew away on a cloud, and escaped into the depths of Canglong Mountain.

It has only been a little over a month since he achieved the status of Demon King, and he has barely managed to consolidate his realm. Now that he has suffered a serious injury, he must go back to seclusion as soon as possible to repair the dragon ball and stabilize his cultivation. Otherwise, he will most likely fall back to a lower realm, and that would be a loss.

He could no longer care about the agreement with the Taiping Sect. Of all things in the world, the great principle was the most important. He had gone through so much hardship to get to this point, so he had to take care of himself first.

"I am waiting for the Dragon Lord to come at any time, but I am afraid that when the time comes, the Dragon Lord will not be able to leave."

Xuanming is not defeated in the art of battle.

Hearing this, the real dragon turned his head to look at Xuanming, snorted coldly, and without further ado, turned around and flew away.

The Taoist priest is good at arguing, he does not fight for the advantage of words, the outcome of the day will be determined by his hands.

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Oh~!

A dragon roar resounded through the sky and echoed in the mountains and forests. After receiving the order, the monsters stopped attacking and withdrew. The Eight Trigrams and the Four Symbols were shattered at this moment. The eight Eight Trigrams mirrors were completely shattered into powder and drifted away with the wind. The Four Symbols magic weapons also became dim. Xuanxu and the others suffered backlash. They turned pale, their bodies unstable, and fell to the ground one after another.

The fourth generation disciples in the Jingjing realm were all unconscious; some were seriously injured and fainted; some had their internal organs shattered and died, sacrificing themselves for others.

"how come?"

"Father was defeated?"

"The King is gone!?"

"An illusion, it must be an illusion!"

……

The sounds of discussion, suspicion, anger, grief, and whispers were intertwined, and dozens of great demons, led by the dragon sons and daughters, were shocked and unwilling.

They were shocked because the real dragon and the Demon King of the Gods were defeated. They felt like the sky had fallen.

I am unwilling to give up because after all the hard work and the sacrifices of so many men, I finally see the dawn of victory, yet I give up so easily.

They are really...unsatisfied!!!

But military orders are as heavy as mountains, and the orders of the true dragon cannot be disobeyed. The dragon sons and daughters can only organize all the monsters to retreat. The monster army retreats like a tide, leaving only the big monster behind.

Before leaving, Long Zi was so angry that he used part of his own true dragon power to forcefully order two innate great monsters to attack and kill the audience who were seeking truth, while he took the other monsters and left quickly.

As for doing it himself, the idea was killed by Long Zi as soon as it came into his mind. There is a saying in the human race that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. He is the son of a true dragon, with a noble status and a bright future. There is no need for him to put himself in danger. It's not that he is afraid of the Taoist Xuanming who has not yet appeared.

The two big monsters who were left behind felt depressed and embarrassed, knowing that they had taken on a hot potato. They were standing on the edge of a cliff, with one foot in the world of the living and the other in the underworld.

If the attack succeeds, they will become heroes of the demon race and return with glory. Even real dragons will favor them. If they fail, they will die and become a means for Xuanming Zhenren to vent his anger.
Life and death are interdependent, and fortune and disaster coexist. Although the truth-seeking audience in front of them had no strength to fight anymore, like a fish on a chopping board, the two innate monsters did not act immediately, but hesitated.

When all the monsters retreated and they were chosen by Longzi to shoulder the heavy responsibility, the blood and courage of the two monsters dissipated a lot and they regained their rationality. They looked at each other, had a tacit understanding, and finally jumped over the Qiuzhen audience road and fled to Floating Cloud Mountain.

If they are not killed, they will be regarded as the shame of the demon race and cowards, and will be punished by the real dragon and publicly executed. Their lives will be in danger and they will have difficulty returning to the main vein of Canglong Mountain.

If they take action, their chances of success are slim. Master Xuanming is able to repel a real dragon. His strength is unfathomable. Even if he is seriously injured, they cannot defeat him. He has not appeared yet. It is possible that he is watching them in secret, or perhaps waiting for them to make a mistake so that he can kill them with one blow, and they will fall sooner.

If he didn't take action, considering that they spared the Taoist priests who were seeking truth, perhaps Master Xuanming would feel pity for them and be willing to show mercy, giving them a chance to survive and allowing them to get down the mountain safely.

After much thought, the two monsters decided to take this path with the highest chance of survival.

After they left, Xuanming appeared. The moment he landed, his knees went weak and his body staggered, almost falling to the ground. After barely maintaining his body shape, he gathered up the last bit of magic power he had squeezed out of his palms.

After the battle with the real dragon, he was seriously injured and consumed a lot of energy, with almost no magic power left. In order to prevent being discovered, he hid aside and did not come out. Even if some monsters guessed that his strength was only one hundred percent and he might be deliberately mysterious, they did not dare to test him easily, for fear of losing their lives. The unknown is the most terrifying.

Fortunately, the two big monsters were sensible. In order to repay Xuanming, he let them jump around for a while longer. When he recovered, he would kill them, which would give the two monsters a chance to reincarnate.

Thoughts surged in his mind, and he waved his palm towards the ground. The last of his magic power was still sent out. The ground exploded, and a big monster hiding underground was knocked out. It died and turned into its original form, which was a pangolin.

"There are quite a few thoughts on this."

Xuanming said to himself.

This pangolin monster is a golden elixir monster.

Longzi was meticulous. He led all the monsters away openly, leaving only two monsters. He secretly sent out the pangolin monster to hide underground and investigate Xuanming's true strength. This was one of the reasons why he did not show up immediately. After all, his magic power was exhausted and he only had the strength for one strike, so good steel should be used on the blade.

Ordering all the Taoists to heal their wounds as quickly as possible, Xuanming sat cross-legged on the ground, practicing the "Hunyuan Yiqi Jue" and the Nine Breaths Qi-Containing Magical Ability, madly devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to restore his magic power.

Although he defeated the real dragon, it does not mean the end of the war. He is now powerless and needs to heal his wounds and recover some of his strength as soon as possible so that he will have enough energy to do other things. Otherwise, if something unexpected happens again, everyone in Qiuzhen Temple can only wait for death.

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Whoosh~!

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the two monsters were extremely fast.

In just half a cup of tea, we arrived at the foot of Floating Cloud Mountain.

A powerful demonic energy rolled in, and the people who had arranged a round of defenses were facing a formidable enemy. The leader was a congenital warrior named Nie Tian, who was well-known in the martial arts world of Fengyang County and was known as the Wind and Cloud Knight. Looking up at the Floating Cloud Mountain shrouded in clouds and mist, Nie Tian said in a deep voice:
"Everyone be on alert, a big demon is coming."

Before the echo of the sound had faded, two powerful pressures suddenly arrived, as if two mountains crashed into the formation, causing huge ripples and the formation pattern to sink, but it was ultimately not broken.

A silver wolf ran down the mountain and a goshawk flapped its wings and came over. Two innate monsters were coming with fierce momentum, one spewing blue flames from his mouth and the other fanning up a fierce gale, which fanned the fire and doubled its power.

The wind and fire hit the formation, and every time they fell, there were casualties among the cultivators. After more than ten rounds, the formation suddenly broke. Nie Tian waved one hand to create wind and the other hand to create clouds. The wind rolled up the clouds and killed the silver wolf, stopping a congenital monster with his own strength.

The rest of the people, led by several Zhoutian realm cultivators, besieged the Goshawk monster. Although they were numerous, they were only put together temporarily and lacked tacit understanding. In addition, there was a big difference in strength, so there were heavy casualties, blood splattered, and screams were heard.

The two innate monsters did not want to fight. They had a clear goal: to break through the defense line and escape from Floating Cloud Mountain.

Even so, hundreds of cultivators died and hundreds more were injured.

On the devastated battlefield, Xuanming opened his eyes, his gaze pierced through the void and fell on the foot of Floating Cloud Mountain.

He had long anticipated the defeat of the human cultivators. The Taiping Sect had far-reaching plans and thorough considerations. All the top forces in Fengyang County were targeted and had no time to spare. The only ones who could provide support were the homeless cultivators or inconspicuous small forces with limited strength and heritage. It was already very good to have an innate cultivator to preside over the battle.

Xuanming did not help immediately. Only when they deeply felt the horror of the innate great monster, those who regarded the Qiuzhen Temple as an alien and enemy, could realize the difficulty of the Qiuzhen Temple in resisting the monsters and the greatness of repelling the real dragon and the monster tide. Only then could they think rationally and see through the conspiracy of the Taiping Sect. They would not unilaterally conclude that the Qiuzhen Temple and the Taiping Sect were in cahoots just because of the blood relationship between Changning and the guardian of the Taiping Sect. They should learn to objectively analyze the Qiuzhen Temple's position.

Seeing that the two big monsters were about to break through, the human cultivators also felt fear. Xuan Ming did not stand by and watched. He mobilized the little magic power he had recovered and sacrificed the peach wood sword.

(End of this chapter)