Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 221 220 A cornered beast fights desperately, in its final frenzy

"Sanlang, you guys should stay away."

Taiyi released a stream of verdant true essence, and the Bone-Illuminating Mirror within Li Cunxiao's body immediately reacted.

The golden light enveloped the younger generation and pushed them hundreds of feet away.

Strangely, at this moment, the Qianyang Palace seemed to have swallowed up the three palaces outside, becoming boundless and vast.

No matter how far they went, Li Cunxiao and his three companions were still in the palace.

"Brother Li, do you have a divine weapon protecting you?"

Zheng Ya was taken aback, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and envy.

"Judging from the appearance of this divine weapon, it must be Senior Taiyi's Bone-Illuminating Mirror, right?"

Deng Xuanjing's expression was similar to the former's, and he paid more attention to the young man in front of him.

'This person learned martial arts from the Laughing Buddha, and cultivates the true form of Buddhism. He has a bright future and shouldn't ruin it. He practices both Buddhism and Taoism.'

'So, what Master Taiyi could teach him was the Dao of Alchemy? He's one of the most renowned alchemists in the world.'

'Two grandmaster masters.'

"With the bone-revealing mirror here, our safety is assured."

Du Guanglei breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. As a disciple of the Louguan Sect, he naturally knew the wondrous uses of his master's divine weapon.

The Bone-Illuminating Mirror and the Universe Bow represent opposing forces: one is defensive, the other offensive. The latter is deadly and deadly, while the former is said to be able to see right through a person's bones and marrow, revealing everything, and also possesses extremely strong defensive capabilities.

Even if only a wisp of true essence is injected into it, it would be more than enough to protect a few juniors in the aftermath of a battle between grandmasters.

Actually, I possess more than one divine weapon.

Li Cunxiao's expression was subtle upon seeing the three men's appearance.

Besides the Bone-Illuminating Mirror, he also possessed the Wind-Fire Wheels, which allowed him to fly a hundred feet in an instant.

Even if his true essence is exhausted and the Bone-Illuminating Mirror is broken, he still has a chance to survive.

But it's best not to talk about such annoying things.

"Look, they've started fighting!"

"Thank you for your help, Brother Taiyi."

Zheng Lang and Yang Lingjun both breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing their juniors protected and sincerely expressed their gratitude.

Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse; no matter how much Yang Ying's cultivation has declined, he is still a Grandmaster.

They were confident in a four-on-one situation, but that meant giving it their all and having no time to worry about others.

Divine weapons are so precious that even grandmasters and experts often possess only one.

Not only was Master Taiyi willing to offer his divine weapon, but he was also willing to specially allocate a portion of his true essence. Even though the two knew that the main purpose was to protect his disciples of Louguan Dao, and that Deng Xuanjing and Zheng Ya were just incidental, they still had to accept this favor.

"You two need not be so polite. However, I have separated a portion of my true essence into the Bone-Illuminating Mirror, and the Qiankun Bow is a weapon of attack. I'm afraid the three of you will have to take the lead later."

True essence is not true qi; it is the fusion of the essence of the human body and the essence of heaven and earth. It is not easy to recover from it, let alone the fact that the secret realm is isolated from the outside world, making it even more difficult.

The old Taoist priest's meaning was very simple:
I sacrificed some of my skills for the sake of the younger generation, so I'm going to play support. Do you have any objections?
"As it should be."

As Yang Lingjun nodded, a massive image of the Thunder God rose from the ground behind him.

The sword light echoed the lightning, stirring up rumbling thunder in the sky, and tree-like silver light bloomed out.

"It has been a long time since I fought anyone, I never expected my opponent to be the Demon Lord of the previous dynasty."

Zheng Lang seemed somewhat helpless, his hands facing forward and backward, his fingers interlacing, forming a gesture of invoking the gods.

The next instant, a celestial palace made of purple and gold rose from beneath his feet, lifting him high into the sky.

Seeing that the two had already launched their attack, the Great Vajrabhairava stood behind Qici, and the thick spiked club in his hand grew even larger.

Taiyi also summoned his Dharma form, drew his bow and arrow, and secretly transmitted his voice:

"Are you sure?"

The senior monk didn't say a word, but simply reached out and gently patted the cloth bag at his waist.

The two exchanged a glance, then quickly looked away.

The spiked club was brandished, and the dark blue-black, red-glowing Mingwang's massive arm wielded various objects, flying towards the thousand-armed, thousand-eyed Guanyin demon statue along with the golden arrows shot from the Qiankun Bow.

"No matter how many ants there are, they are still ants."

Yang Ying was not particularly surprised by the crowd's attack.

As the person who personally forged the dragon boat, he undoubtedly possesses a hidden advantage among the few vying for the spiritual treasure.

Moreover, he was from the previous dynasty, and his interests were naturally at odds with those of these grandmasters, so the others naturally wanted to get rid of him first.

Yang Ying's body, with his imperial crown and robes, shimmered with a deep red and almost black light.

With the blessing of divine weapons all over its body, the Guanyin demon statue, which was originally several tens of feet long, expanded again, until it reached a hundred feet.

If we only consider size, the other four people's magic is no more than an arm's length in comparison.

Are we ants?

"Yang Ying, it seems you are not only a tyrant, but also a foolish ruler."

"You overestimate yourself and underestimate us!"

Zheng Lang snorted coldly, and a purple light flew out from where his hands were clasped together; it was two interlocking copper rings.

The copper rings rotate and intertwine, like yin and yang, endlessly repeating and cycling.

Zheng Lang's Buddhist image is the "Purple Gold Palace" of the Zheng family of Xingyang.

A celestial palace, a celestial being among mortals.

A palace in the heavens is a celestial palace; a person in the heavens is a celestial being.

This divine weapon is called the Three Talents Ring, or Yin-Yang Ring, and it is also a divine weapon passed down through the Zheng family.

The three powers are Heaven, Earth, and Man; Yin and Yang represent coming and going, returning and departing.

Other people's divine weapons all consume more energy as their power increases, but the Zheng family's Three Talents Rings are the opposite.

Not only does it consume very little energy, but it also provides a huge boost to martial artists, even sacrificing a considerable amount of lethality in order to match the versatile nature of the Ruyi Purple Gold Hammer.

For the descendants of the Zheng family of Xingyang, their true qi and true essence are their best weapons and extensions of their limbs.

At this moment, Zheng Lang shouted, and the Three Realms Rings shone brightly with purple light, like the sun and moon hanging high in the Purple Gold Palace. Countless heavenly soldiers and generals, condensed from true essence, rode heavenly horses and surged out of the Purple Gold Palace, like a long river hanging across the sky.

"The Zheng Family Palace? After hundreds of years, it's still these outdated things."

With a casual wave of his hand, Yang Ying conjured up a hundred enormous, jet-black arms that blotted out the sky, with dark golden dragons emerging from among them, forming armlets and necklaces.

Countless flying apsaras, yakshas, ​​and asuras emerged in succession, colliding with the torrent of heavenly soldiers rushing out from the Purple Gold Palace. From a distance, it looked like two great rivers colliding at a rapid point, with the waves shattering.

A gust of air blew wildly, causing the Taoist robes to flutter in the wind.

Yang Lingjun raised the Seven Star Jade Sword in his right hand and held the Thunder Bureau Seal in his left, with blue thunder brewing between the hammer and wedge in Lei Gong's hands.

As the magic sword cleaved downwards, the lightning-streaked giant hammer slammed into the wedge. Countless talismans flashed by, followed by a massive bolt of lightning streaked with fiery blossoms, arriving in an instant—

"Well!"

A hint of pain appeared on Yang Ying's face, followed by a surge of murderous intent.

Although he was still a grandmaster, he had ultimately fallen into demonic possession.

Thunder is the pivot of heaven and earth, supremely yang, strong, and righteous, and naturally restrains him. The strike was like being whipped on the back; the long-lost pain enraged the last emperor.

Yang Ying clasped her hands together, and in each palm of the Thousand-Hand Guanyin Demon Statue behind her, a golden eye opened.

In an instant, Zheng Lang and Yang Lingjun both felt a chill in their hearts, and a sense of crisis naturally arose in their hearts. The Purple Gold Palace and the Thunder God's Dharma Image immediately reacted.

But Qi seized the opportunity and made his move.

"what!!!!!"

The shrill screams shook the void, and even Li Cunxiao and the others could clearly feel the pain, anger, and even a trace of fear contained in the sound.

Yang Ying stared in disbelief at the spiked club in Qi Ci's hand. Dozens of arms of the Thousand-Hand Guanyin statue exploded instantly under that blow.

The black mist surged, attempting to repair it, but with little success.

"Ghost Whip Staff, you're a thieving bald man from the Pure Land Sect? You're a thieving bald man from the Pure Land Sect!"

"Tyrant, you've never tasted anything like this before, have you?"

Looking at Yang Ying's distorted expression, Qi Ci's expression was indifferent, his tone sarcastic, but there was no pleasure on his face, only murderous intent.

Even though he was the one who landed the blow and Yang Yingcai was the one who got hit, his expression seemed even more furious than the latter's.

So much so that the entire body of the Great Vajrabhairava King behind him was engulfed in dark red flames, forming a circular halo, like the sun in hell, not to illuminate the world, but only to torment the wicked.

"The Ghost Whip Staff?"

Upon hearing this, Li Cunxiao couldn't help but turn his gaze to the people beside him.

Since becoming a disciple, Qici has rarely mentioned the past.

He had always thought that the great monk's divine weapon was the Vajra Cudgel, but he never expected it to also have a spiked club form.

This mace-like weapon, known as the Ghost Whip Staff, seems to be quite famous, even the last emperor of the previous dynasty knew about it.

There is a story in the Buddhist scriptures called "The Ghost Whips the Corpse".

As soon as Deng Xuanjing spoke, the other two also turned their gazes in that direction.

“Once upon a time, a man died, and when his soul returned, he whipped his own corpse.”

"A bystander asked, 'The man is already dead, why was he whipped again?'"

"The ghost said, 'This is my former body, which did evil for me. Now that it is dead, it has caused me to fall into the evil realms, where I suffer unspeakable torment and pain. That is why I have come to whip it!'"

"My master once said that the Ghost Whip Staff is a rare divine weapon that directly attacks the primordial spirit. Its mystery lies in its ability to arouse a martial artist, causing him to fight between two opposing forces and contradict himself."

"It is said that it is easy to defeat the bandits in the mountains, but difficult to defeat the bandits in one's heart. Even a master cannot guarantee that his heart will be clear at all times. Therefore, almost no one in the world can escape the whipping and lashing of the demons."

"It was with this divine weapon that Maitreya of the Cloth Bag made a name for himself among the grandmasters."

"Back then, my master's younger brother was hit by the Ghost Whip Staff and suffered excruciating pain, almost turning him into an idiot."

"Later, after much painful reflection, he reformed himself and never dared to do evil again for the rest of his life."

As soon as Deng Xuanjing finished speaking, Zheng Ya and Du Guanglei couldn't help but look at Li Cunxiao with strange eyes.

The latter coughed and moved his head away.

He thought to himself, no wonder that old Taoist nun Yang Lingjun held a grudge for half her life. It turned out that Qi Ci's blow had directly changed her temperament.

However, this ghost whip is so sharp, and the great monk never shows mercy when punishing evil and promoting good. I'm afraid that many relatives and friends of powerful families have been crippled by this whip.

Killing someone is merely a matter of beheading them, but this kind of thing can be considered an extreme form of execution.

No wonder they have so many enemies.

"You scoundrel! You scoundrel! I'm going to kill you!"

The frenzied roars never stopped; almost every time Qi Ci whipped her, Yang Ying would let out a series of angry roars after a scream.

However, the combination of Lei Gong and Zi Jin Gong may not be considered an impregnable fortress, but with Taiyi occasionally drawing his bow and shooting arrows, the chain-like golden light constantly intertwined, it had already constructed a cage.

The Guanyin demon statue was now like a beast in a cage, constantly being weakened. The original thousand hands and thousand eyes were now reduced to only six or seven tenths.

However, even though the situation seemed very promising, and even though none of the four grandmasters had suffered serious injuries yet, none of them dared to relax.

Yang Ying was, after all, a grandmaster.

No one, not even two people, could possibly win against him alone.

The current situation looks good because Qi Ci's divine weapon and Yang Lingjun's thunder magic have an unexpected restraining effect.

But the more desperate Yang Ying becomes, the more ferocious his counterattack will be, potentially taking one of the four men down with him, or at the very least, seriously injuring more than one of them.

However, if one is seriously injured, one will lose the chance to share the spoils of war later—those are spiritual treasures.

Magu Mountain already possesses the magical treasure "Tianpeng Ruler," but with chaos looming, no one would complain about having too much of this strategic power capable of influencing the overall situation.

The Zheng family of Xingyang possessed divine skills and divine weapons, but lacked spiritual treasures.

The Zhao County Li clan, Qinghe clan, and Boling Cui clan, who were in similar situations, were treated as easy prey by the military governors of the four towns of Hebei because they lacked such valuable treasures. As a result, they were attacked by each other and are now practically extinct.

How could Zheng Lang not want to build a lasting legacy for his family?

As their thoughts shifted, the atmosphere among the four subtly changed as well.

Qi Ci felt a sense of helplessness as he experienced these changes.

Of the four, he and Taiyi were both Li Cunxiao's masters, and could be considered to be of one mind with the outside world.

The current situation was somewhat expected, but it came sooner than he anticipated.

"Alas, it is precisely because people's hearts are like this that this humble monk prefers to be alone."

Yang Ying keenly grasped this change.

Then, he did something unexpected.

Self-destruct.

Without any warning, in an instant, the hundred-foot-tall Guanyin demon statue suddenly exploded into a turbid black mist that surged and flowed, seemingly about to submerge the entire Qianyang Palace.

"Has this tyrant gone mad?!"

Seeing the rapidly spreading black mist, Zheng Lang and Yang Lingjun's expressions changed drastically, as if they had seen something disgusting, and they were unwilling to move forward for a moment.

Taiyi and Qici's expressions changed drastically, but instead of retreating, they rushed in—

"Cunxiao!"

"Saburo!"

"Yang Ying, I'll fuck your mother!"

Li Cunxiao flew out uncontrollably, his body radiating golden light from the Bone-Illuminating Mirror. He saw a giant black arm grasping him in its palm and couldn't help but curse loudly.

However, Du Guanglei and the other two seemed to be outside Yang Ying's target. With a violent shake of the giant arm, the three were instantly thrown out and rescued by four people who rushed over before they disappeared into the turbid tide.

In that brief moment of delay, Yang Ying, pale-faced, flew away rapidly. The Dharma image behind him was only ten feet in size, and the Thousand Hands and Thousand Eyes was only half its original size. Its aura was much weaker than before.

The spirit of the artifact, the Crimson Dragon, sensed the approaching danger and let out a long roar that shook the heavens.

But Yang Ying's eyes revealed a satisfied sense of accomplishment and a wild, unbridled joy:
"Return to my control!"

As he spoke, hundreds of giant arms opened their eyes in the palms, and dark golden light formed a net, trapping the red dragon within.

The secret realm trembled violently.

(End of this chapter)