Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 220-219 Hell of Blades, Siege of Justice
Inside the Qianyang Palace.

The red dragon coils around the Sumeru pedestal, moving up and down, its movements winding and graceful.

Although the red dragon here is not as large and awe-inspiring as the one supporting the Heavenly Palace, it is more realistic and tangible in every aspect, almost like a living being.

"The spirit of a magical artifact is born alongside the artifact and can almost be considered half its master."

"It is omnipresent within any secret realm; every place can be considered a part of it."

"But an object is ultimately just an object, and its spirit is not a true soul, nor can it cultivate. It must be controlled by a martial artist to unleash its full power."

As Taiyi gazed at the magnificent body of the crimson dragon, his eyes gleamed with divine light, countless powerful talismans flashing within them. Gradually, a look of fascination appeared on his face.

"The mysteries of creation are truly wondrous. This spiritual treasure is practically another level of the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir!"

Li Cunxiao had never heard such high praise from the old Taoist priest before.

His understanding was limited, and he couldn't see so many intricacies, but the presence of the Vajra Pestle made him extremely sensitive to malevolent energy.

Whether it was his imagination or not, he subconsciously felt that the dragon boat spirit was not in good condition.

"go"

Taiyi gave a soft shout, and the small white dragon in his hand quickly flew out and then eagerly flew towards the red dragon.

The latter opened its mouth and inhaled, and the white dragon instantly turned into specks of light, merging into it.

The red dragon immediately let out a long roar.

"Is it showing affection towards us?"

Li Cunxiao felt a sense of uncertainty as he sensed the gentle spiritual fluctuations.

"Between heaven and earth, spirit and demon are like yin and yang, one positive and one negative, fighting and merging."

"The dragon boat has imprisoned Yang Ying and other demons for hundreds of years. Even with the unpredictable power of the spiritual treasure, it is still a considerable burden."

“We’re bringing people here to help it get rid of the demon, just like cutting away the lesions from a patient with a knife. It will naturally be grateful to us.”

Qi explained this briefly, but then became somewhat worried:

"But that alone doesn't seem enough to make it recognize its master."

"You Taoist priest, what's this about your sect's spirit treasures recognizing their masters? Tell me some things you can explain."

These words actually touched upon the secrets of Louguan Dao. Upon hearing this, Taiyi hesitated slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said:

"The Lingbao has been passed down in secret from generation to generation by the sect leader, and I don't know the specifics. But the Lingbao is originally innate, and there is no fixed rule for recognizing a master."

"Some spiritual treasures favor talented young people, while others serve this old man as their master; some are not to be approached by those with exceptional cultivation or grandmaster level, while others are hidden within a martial artist before they have even grasped their qi and blood."

Qi Ci revealed a look of disappointment.

In his early years, he was entrusted by his master to Qinglong Temple. Although the abbot, Master Zhenjing, was very open with him, he was only half a disciple of Qinglong Temple and did not know the background of Lingbao, such an important sect.

"However, whether it is my Louguan Dao, or Qinglong Temple, Maoshan Shangqing and other holy sites, they have been worshipping Lingbao for nearly a thousand years."

"Although it is inherently innate, the ancestors have intervened in it through their actions over the years and generations, causing various trials to arise within the spiritual treasure."

"Those who can pass the test are naturally qualified to be recognized as masters by the spirit treasure."

"The leaders and abbots of various sects are mostly chosen in this way. Only in this way can we ensure that someone in each generation can master the spiritual treasure and safeguard the foundation."

It turned out to be the case.

Li Cunxiao looked at the red dragon not far away, lost in thought.

In other words, the sects of major sects have increasingly strengthened their interference with the spiritual treasures of their members over the generations, to the point that they can even influence the treasures' choice of master, or at least they have grasped some kind of pattern in the treasures' recognition of their master.

However, magical treasures like the dragon boat were hidden away in secret realms not long after their creation. In fact, it could be said that because of Emperor Yang's demonic possession, it never even had a master.

In this way, the pattern of its recognition of a master becomes entirely a matter of luck.

"However, there is one thing I am certain of," Qi Ci said, seemingly lost in thought.

"It must really want to get rid of Yang Ying and restore her freedom."

“Not bad,” Taiyi’s eyes lit up as well.

"Whoever gets rid of Yang Ying is more likely to be close to Lingbao."

Yang Ying, you've really brought this upon yourself.
Li Cunxiao remained silent.

The three of them didn't have to wait long this time. Soon, ripples appeared in the space again, and this time it was the Daoist nun Yang Lingjun who appeared.

He held a magic sword in his hand, which was engraved with the Big Dipper, corresponding to the image of the North Star Purple Star. The tip of the sword was a very peculiar gui-shaped tip.

Icy blue blood slid down from the Seven Stars, striking the palace floor tiles.

The nun was holding a head with wide-open, angry eyes in her left hand. Her handsome face was contorted with rage from the emotions she was about to die, and she could barely recognize it as Yuwen Jian.

"Oh? You two have been waiting for quite some time?"

Yang Lingjun's heart burned with excitement the moment he saw the red dragon on the Sumeru pedestal.

Then he noticed Taiyi and Qici, and with a flash of his eyes, he put away Yuwen Jian's head.

Lightning surged on the magic sword, and the icy blue blood quickly turned into fine mist.

"No, we just arrived too."

"Fellow Daoist Yang, on the other hand, seems to have dealt with Yuwen Jian with ease. The Northern Emperor's Thunder Technique is truly remarkable against these demons."

"you flatter me."

Yang Lingjun didn't want to say much, but seeing Li Cunxiao present, he subconsciously asked:
"I wonder if Junior Nephew Li has seen my disciple?"

"I originally met Senior Sister Deng and Young Master Zheng, but we got separated later."

After Li Cunxiao answered, he remembered that Du Guanglei was still with those two people, and couldn't help but exchange a glance with Taiyi.

I almost forgot there was someone else.

"Is this so?"

After Yang Lingjun finished speaking, he couldn't help but take another look at Li Cunxiao.

'True Form Realm? Only a few months? What kind of monster is this?'

'I'm afraid that Xuanjing and her generation will be the ones to face challenges in the future.'

Everyone had different thoughts, and just then, another ripple-like fluctuation occurred in the space.

This time, the fluctuations were even greater than when Yang Lingjun appeared, and even the red dragon on the Sumeru pedestal adopted a posture of being on high alert.

Li Cunxiao immediately knew that the main person was about to arrive.

"Yang Ying!"

Before the person even arrived, an angry roar resounded like thunder throughout the Qianyang Palace.

Then appeared the octagonal and quadrangular Shita demon, which was ten feet tall, and held a sutra pillar that looked like it was carved from rock.

This sutra pillar consists of a base, a body, eaves, and a jewel on top. The base is octagonal, with lotus petal patterns carved on each side. The body is also octagonal and divided into three sections.

The lower section is engraved with dense scriptures, the middle section has a dozen or so Asuras and Yakshas on each side in relief, and the upper section has a ferocious Yama King on each side.

The sutra pillar is like a giant column. With each swing, mountains of knives and wheels of knives appear in the void, instantly shattering corpses into pieces.

"It is Qin Fengquan's divine weapon, the Knife Wheel Hell Sutra Pillar."

Qi recognized him at a glance, his eyes revealing disgust and murderous intent.

"This divine weapon is extremely lethal. If used for righteous purposes, it could eliminate hundreds of demons. But in the hands of this beast, it has caused countless innocent souls to perish."

Nevertheless, he did not deny the weapon's formidable destructive power. And Qin Fengquan, as a rebel who had been active for so many years, must have possessed considerable skill.

With a single strike, hundreds of thousands of blades, like mountains of blades, swept through the void, spinning and dancing.

Upon closer inspection, one mountain of blades and knives is divided into hundreds and thousands of other mountain mountains of blades and knives.

Buddhist scriptures say that sinners fall from the sky on iron wheels, and in one day and one night, there are six billion births and deaths.

Qin Fengquan's move, not to mention the lives of six billion people, would have killed an ordinary person a thousand times over.

But what about Yang Ying?

"It is Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva who possesses such a thousand eyes, illuminating all sentient beings. If any suffer from afflictions, upon hearing my name and calling upon my name, I will immediately perceive their voices and they will all be liberated."

Buddhist chanting, seemingly both male and female, filled the void in an instant.

Corresponding to the mountain of knives and the wheel of knives, countless pitch-black arms surged out from the black sea-like mist, thumbs pinching middle fingers in the gesture of a Dharma mudra.

It was as if this place had transformed into a sacred space where Guanyin Bodhisattva was preaching, urging all Buddhist disciples to listen attentively, humbly seek the Way, and refrain from having any delusions.

"Humph!"

Taiyi, Qici, and Yangling all let out a cold snort at the same time. They released and withdrew their true essence, and the three huge Dharma images surrounded them, instantly neutralizing the invisible influence.

Seeing that his offensive was ineffective, Qin Fengquan took the opportunity to create distance and seize the rare gap to recuperate.

"The inner realm manifests outwardly, turning into a training ground—what a pity! Tyrant, with only one-tenth of your cultivation remaining, even with the methods of a Grandmaster, what can you do to us?"

"Nothing much, just want to see just how much weight someone dares to lift up their neck is?"

Yang Ying stepped out of the ripples in space, his expression indifferent. His jeweled crown, twelve-symbol robe, crimson knee covering, cloud-patterned shoes, and jade belt all radiated the unique brilliance of divine weapons.

Is his entire body covered in divine weapons?

Li Cunxiao was speechless with shock at the wealth and resources of the previous dynasty's royal family. Even someone as wealthy as Taiyi only possessed two or three divine weapons.

Could it be that this tyrant's calf-nose trousers are all divine weapons?

"Fellow Daoists, you have come at just the right time. It is time for us to join forces and eliminate this Demon Lord who should have been buried long ago."

Zheng Lang appeared out of nowhere, but the old man's neatly groomed beard was half gone, and his clothes were incomplete, clearly indicating that he had suffered some hardship.

"Brother Dao, your fight with Yang Ying is not easy."

Several people glanced at him, not to mock Zheng Lang, but quite the opposite. His breathing was still relatively stable, and he had no obvious injuries. He was in such good condition that it was almost unbelievable.

“Yang Ying and Qin Fengquan are birds of a feather, so I will naturally sit back and watch these two fight like dogs.”

Zheng Lang remained expressionless and showed no embarrassment whatsoever, and the others said nothing either.

Only Qi Ci glanced at Qin Fengquan, who was recuperating to the side, and a murderous glint flashed in his eyes:
"Gentlemen, we must eradicate evil completely. Since we're going to kill them all anyway, let's deal with Qin Fengquan first so we can focus on that tyrant."

"Budai Maitreya! You!"

Qin Fengquan, who had only caught his breath a few times, suddenly flew into a rage.

They thought they were coming to the secret realm to seize an opportunity, but unexpectedly, they were completely outmaneuvered by a spirit.

Now he vaguely guessed that the emergence of the secret realm was not only due to the efforts of Qi Ci and Tai Yi, but even the spirit of the spirit treasure wanted to use the power of outsiders to remove the lesions in its body.

But what I encountered was precisely the toughest bone.

Emperor Yang Ying of the Former Zhou Dynasty was notoriously cruel, but also a renowned genius.

Throughout history, only the founding emperors of dynasties have been able to ascend to the position of Grand Master.

Since ascending the throne, Yang Ying has fought in the south and the north, often personally leading his troops into battle, making him one of the most powerful warriors of his time.

Although his cultivation has regressed due to being trapped in the secret realm and nearing his end, he is still no match for ordinary grandmasters, not to mention that Zheng Lang, that old mudfish, is secretly slacking off.

If Yang Ying hadn't also been mindful of preserving his strength, he would probably be seriously injured by now.

Upon hearing that Qi Ci and his group were targeting him again, Qin Fengquan immediately channeled all his true energy, even at the cost of damaging his foundation, to restore his Dharma form to its peak state.

The broken demon horns grew back, and the stone-carved sutra pillars seemed to have their outer layers peeled off, revealing a series of nested hellish scenes.

The Great Iron Enclosure Mountain is tens of millions of yojanas below, with piles of knives like blocks in the mountains, and eight hundred trillion great knife wheels in the void, falling like raindrops;

Such terrifying power even made Yang Ying turn his head in surprise.

"cut!"

Qin Fengquan shouted, unleashing a torrent of sword energy that even shook the space within the secret realm, creating ripples. Li Cunxiao seemed to see several familiar figures within the ripples.

Then Qin Fengquan flashed into the ripples, and countless sword energies in the void instantly crumbled.

"I have noted what happened today!"

what?
Everyone was speechless for a while.

I thought I was going to fight for my life, but it turned out I was going to have to run for my life.

Taiyi and the others did not let their guard down. They watched as the space rippled, and then three figures suddenly appeared, immediately protected by several grandmasters.

"Xuan Jing!"

"Xiaoya!"

"Senior Brother Du!"

"Junior Brother Li? You almost worried me to death!"

Before Du Guanglei could figure out what was going on, he almost burst into tears when he saw Li Cunxiao standing unharmed in front of him.

Heaven have mercy, my job of protecting my junior brother was almost ruined by an accident.

During the time the other party was out of contact, Du Guanglei was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Seeing that the other party was safe and sound, he finally felt relieved.

Before they could say anything, the red dragon on the Sumeru pedestal roared, and in an instant, the space in the Qianyang Palace seemed to be magnified countless times, and the barrier in the void also became countless times stronger.

Numerous light and shadow clips resembled a sphere, revolving around the Qianyang Hall as its center.

Li Cunxiao focused his attention and easily discovered that those were scenes of various palaces and pavilions in the secret realm. He even caught a glimpse of Qin Fengquan secretly meditating and adjusting his breathing in a corner of a room.

Can this void be broken?

"No, this place has been sealed off by the artifact spirit. The entire Heavenly Palace's space is layered and overlapping, enveloping this place like a Grandmaster's dojo, making it difficult to escape."

"Just now, Qin Fengquan damaged his own cultivation, which is why he accidentally switched places with Guang Lei and the others. However, it's a good thing that he's trapped outside Qianyang Palace and inside the secret realm."

"That's right, after we kill this tyrant, we'll get rid of that beast."

Yang Ying ignored these words.

He gazed greedily at the red dragon on the Sumeru pedestal and the golden dragon throne, seemingly imagining himself regaining the glory of the Great Zhou Dynasty after mastering the spiritual treasure and seeing the light of day again.

Once the fantasy period was over, he regained his indifferent expression and glanced at the group of people who were on high alert.

"Who among you comes first?"

"Who comes first?"

The four masters couldn't help but exchange a glance.

"Gentlemen, there's no need to talk about chivalry with a demonic tyrant."

"Go together!"

(End of this chapter)