Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 263 272 A net of heaven and earth, a death by a thousand cuts in the wind!
"It's rather unbecoming for a real person to have such a volatile temper."

A gentle female voice rang out from the horizon, and the golden arrow shot from the Qiankun Bow suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if it had encountered an invisible barrier.

A middle-aged beautiful woman dressed as a nun and a middle-aged monk with a green stubble on his head appeared. The latter held a staff with golden Sanskrit characters that looked like chains, keeping the arrows three feet away from the two of them.

An invisible collision stirred up a storm, and a strong wind blew and spread the energy, causing Taiyi's robes to flutter wildly as he rose into the air.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the whisk instantly transformed into a black longbow, its surface shimmering with the silver light of the Qian and Kun trigrams.

"Good Mother, Joyful Brightness, two of the three great Dharma Kings have come, and you've come to our doorstep. What kind of decorum do you have left?"

"You've misspoke. Even if you don't care about manners, you should at least consider human relationships."

The kind-faced male monk touched the scalp on his head, a smile playing on his lips:

"Aren't you curious about the whereabouts of the Laughing Buddha?"

Upon hearing this, Taiyi's eyes narrowed, but without the slightest hesitation, a beam of light shot out from his body, instantly transforming into a bronze mirror three zhang in size.

A blazing light, like the sun, shot forth from the changing expressions of the beautiful woman and the monk:

"You think you're worthy to talk to me about saving face?!"

collapse!
Two golden beams shot out, directly enveloping Shanmu and Leming respectively. Then, Taiyi pulled back the bowstring, the full moon shape contracted, and a thunderous twang sent out two arrows that were even sharper than before.

Just looking at the golden light streaking across the sky like a shooting star, Li Cunxiao got goosebumps all over his body and felt a chill run down his spine.

He quickly leaped up, and the dark red fire dragon carried him swiftly down to the ground.

During this process, the three people in the sky had already clashed several times, and their true energy stirred up the celestial phenomena, causing the sunrise that should have illuminated the world to turn into a mottled mess in the blink of an eye.

"Master was able to fight two opponents by himself with just two divine weapons, and both of them were grandmasters."

He subconsciously looked up and saw three enormous Dharma images stirring up the wind and clouds. The Eastern King Duke, whom he was familiar with, held a giant bow and fired a barrage of arrows like a meteor shower, which for a moment completely suppressed the other two.

Even among grandmasters, there are differences.

"But how long Master can hold on is hard to say."

As Li Cunxiao landed, the dark red dragon instantly shrank, transforming into a dark red brocade belt tied around his waist, with faint golden clouds undulating on it, as if a real dragon were hidden within.

A slight worry rose in his heart. Looking at Li Siqi and Du Guanglei who were approaching him, he couldn't help but ask:
"Senior Brother Du, where are the Sect Leader and the others?"

"Master and the three sect leaders have gone to greet the imperial envoy."

Du Guanglei looked at the battlefield in the sky with trepidation. Upon hearing this, he subconsciously replied, but instantly realized something was wrong.

As the sect leader, Yan Daotong has acted prudently over the years.

If nothing happens, he won't think much of it.

But seeing Taiyi fighting the two Dharma Kings alone, Du Guanglei felt something was amiss.

"Could it be that the sect leader is doing this on purpose? Is he trying to bait us?"

Li Cunxiao also had a similar guess. But if the other side was prepared, why didn't Yan Daotong and the others show up immediately when the two masters of the Ming Cult had already appeared?

Does that mean that taking down the two Dharma Kings is not his goal?

"Senior brother."

"Li! Cun! Xiao!!!"

Just as he was about to have Li Siqi gather his disciples to maintain order, a furious roar filled with murderous intent suddenly came from afar.

Everyone turned around and was horrified.

A blue spiritual figure emerged from the foot of Azure Dragon Peak and dashed towards the mountainside.

Dust billowed up along the way, resembling a yellow dragon; only when you got closer could you see the form of the spirit.

It has a white beard under its chin, a reddish-black body, wears a crown and armor, holds a banner in its right hand, places its left hand on its waist, and rides a deer.

In Buddhist guardian spirits, the typical image is that of a gaunt, emaciated man with bloodthirsty excitement in his eyes.

"Jingfeng Mingshi, how did he come to save people, the Dharma King of the Ming Cult?"

Li Cunxiao was startled and keenly noticed that behind Jingfeng, there were two spirit figures guarding the foot of the mountain, blocking the elders from various peaks who had rushed over upon hearing the news.

No, no, it's not that simple, it's coming for me?
"You little beast, you're finally in my hands!"

Jingfeng stared at the ever-enlarging face, a ferocious expression spreading across his face.

For the past six months, he has been unable to forget that person's face, day and night.

shame!

Being captured and imprisoned by a Grandmaster—the victor is king, the loser is villain—there's nothing unacceptable about that.

However, only Li Cunxiao, this junior at the True Form Realm, relied on the advantage of the divine weapon to thoroughly toy with him.

A junior at the fifth realm!
A junior who isn't even half my age!
Such humiliation kept him awake day and night.

Therefore, while Taiyi Zhenren was fighting with the two Dharma Kings, and the other two Ming Envoys rescued him, he took the initiative to take on the task of capturing Li Cunxiao.

Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.

Jingfeng casually crushed the porcelain bottle in his hand, not even caring about the broken pieces, and swallowed them along with the pills.

The superhuman digestive ability dissolved the pill, and the powerful medicinal power surged through the meridians. The true essence that had been dry for half a year roared again. This long-lost feeling of exhilaration made Jingfeng hum softly.

"Junior brother, hide behind me! All disciples, form a battle formation!"

Du Guanglei looked at the spiritual image that was expanding as true essence flowed in, his expression solemn, but he still stood in front of Li Cunxiao without hesitation.

This loud shout also startled Li Siqi, the Qinglong Peak disciples, and the patrolling Dao soldiers who were watching.

"Form the Azure Dragon and Vermilion Bird Formation!"

At his command, although everyone still looked somewhat fearful, Du Guanglei's words gave them a sense of security.

The Taoist soldiers, armed with spears and shields, stood at the front, resembling the wings of a flying bird; the disciples of Qinglong Peak coiled like dragons and snakes, protecting Li Siqi and Li Cunxiao in the center, like the horns of a blue dragon.

"Eastern Yi Wood, Southern Bing and Ding, Wood generates Fire essence, speed!"

Each sentence was like a switch command, and cyan true energy rose from the disciples, centered on Li Siqi, with the Dao soldiers as the network, and Du Guanglei as the spearhead, condensing into the shape of the Vermilion Bird.

"The Four Symbols Formation?"

"They're just a bunch of fourth-realm cultivators. Even with the enhancement, the core of the formation is nothing more than two Heavenly Ladders—"

"Overestimating yourself!!!"

Jingfeng sneered, and Fengtianlingxiang shook the banner in his hand. The blue tornado immediately flowed like a river bursting its banks, rushing for thousands of miles.

boom! ! ! !

The raging wind was like countless invisible blades or countless invisible hammers, causing the Vermilion Bird to let out mournful cries and its body to be covered with many wounds.

Although everyone's true energy was still maintaining and repairing the divine bird's form, Li Cunxiao could see that this could not hold out for long.

"Damn it, there are still too few disciples forming the array. If there were a hundred people forming the array, how could a wounded seventh-realm cultivator have any room to act recklessly!"

Li Siqi's face was extremely ugly, and what he said wasn't entirely just angry words.

The Louguan Dao sect, with its four branches and four lineages, shares a common martial arts origin, naturally making it comparable to the formations of regional military governors. With just a little training, disciples from any of the four branches can form a formation to defend against enemies.

The secret of military formations lies in concentrating the vital energy and true qi of ten, a hundred, or a thousand people into one person, in order to unleash power far exceeding their current level.

Of course, the more people in the formation, the greater the burden on the commander. There is not only mental pressure, but also the need to coordinate the true energy and blood energy of dozens or hundreds of people, which is a great challenge.

As the guardians of the sect, the disciples of the sect leader's lineage often put in a lot of hard work and study in this area. Du Guanglei's limit is that he can control a hundred-man army formation.

With the support of a hundred-man army, it wouldn't be difficult for Du Guanglei to exchange a few blows with the Xuan Guan expert, and he could hold out for a quarter of an hour by simply holding his ground and avoiding battle.

Unfortunately, the incident happened suddenly, and he didn't bring many disciples on patrol. As the location of Taiyi, Miaoyan Palace usually doesn't allow ordinary disciples to approach.

The two sides combined numbered only about thirty people. Therefore, even though Jingfeng himself had been imprisoned for a long time and was in far worse condition than at his peak, he probably wouldn't last even half a quarter of an hour.

"Junior brother, if the great formation is broken later, your senior brother will buy you time. At that time, you must prioritize your own safety."

After saying these words, Li Siqi's face showed a more resolute expression. Looking at Du Guanglei not far away, his expression was similar.

As the senior brother, he naturally had his own pride, even though his junior brother Li Cunxiao was somewhat beyond the norm in many ways.

But when danger comes, they will naturally step forward.

For Du Guanglei, he was the core of the Vermilion Bird and Azure Dragon Formation. With the formation broken, he had no way to avoid it.
As for Li Siqi, he had long regarded Li Cunxiao as the opportunity for the rise of the Longxi Li clan.

If something happens to the other party, it will not only affect his own status in the family, but also the family's status in Longxi and in the eyes of the Prince of Jin.

He and his family share a common destiny, rising and falling together. Enjoying the honor and resources brought by the Longxi Li clan, he is willing to sacrifice for his family in crucial moments!
"I am unworthy of your kindness, senior brother."

Upon hearing Li Cunxiao's words, Du Guanglei and Li Siqi couldn't help but feel anxious.

They've all been through this stage, and they know that youth is often impulsive and prone to acting rashly. If the other party insists on living and dying together, all their efforts will be in vain.

Li Siqi knew this was not the time for idle talk. Seeing Jingfeng's Fengtianlingxiang waving its banners, and the fierce tornado causing Zhuque to howl in agony, it was about to throw Li Cunxiao into the formation.

But the latter seemed to have anticipated this, smiled slightly, dodged the grabbing hand, and then, to everyone's astonishment, took the initiative to break free from the great formation.

"You little beast, if you won't leave the Pure Land of Bliss, you'll find yourself drawn to the gates of hell!"

Jingfeng laughed cruelly and menacingly. From beneath the spirit form of the Buddhist general, the deer leaped out and instantly transformed into a gust of wind that swept across the land.

roar!!!!!!!!!
However, the dark red dragon blocked it firmly, and the aftershocks only gently blew the stray hairs at Li Cunxiao's temples and brushed past the corners of his smiling mouth.

"As expected, your strength is much weaker than before."

"With the great formation holding it back, even my top-grade magic treasure can't break it."

what? !

Looking at the unfamiliar yet powerful dark red dragon, its massive body, thirty feet long, completely enveloped Li Cunxiao, making him appear like a celestial being riding a dragon and soaring through the wind.

Jingfeng's triumphant smile froze instantly. These words were like a needle, piercing his wounds invisibly.

Magical treasures, divine weapons... How can a junior possess so many treasures? Does that make sense?

Don't get too cocky!

The murderous words sent a chill down Li Cunxiao's spine, making him feel the tension and danger of walking on a precipice. However, he was much more composed than when they last met.

"When you reach the True Form Realm, you can rely on the Wind and Fire Wheels to protect yourself."

"Besides, I've already ascended to the heavens in one fell swoop. Perfect timing, let me let you taste the power of this seventh-tier demonic pill—"

"My two senior brothers, please help me hold this demon back for a moment. I have a way to kill this fiend!"

The Heavenly Ladder Kills the Gate of Enlightenment?

Li Siqi and Du Guanglei were shocked, then gritted their teeth and desperately urged their true energy.

Those disciples at the Yellow Court Realm were too weak to think at this point; they simply channeled all their inner energy under the guidance of the two.

Wood fuels fire, and the Vermilion Bird instantly expanded, its wings unleashing flames to block the tornado.

"Damn"

Jingfeng's complexion, which had finally recovered somewhat, turned pale again, but at this moment he still did not think he would lose.

Even if he had to contend with the Vermilion Bird and Azure Dragon Formation on one hand, and only had one hand to deal with that little beast, he still managed to do it with ease.
"what is this?"

The pitch-black demonic orb, radiating a savage killing intent, spun rapidly in Li Cunxiao's palm.

Nine fire dragons intertwined and rose into the sky, their roars shaking the heavens, before finally disappearing into the demon orb.

Despite the continuous output of true energy, even with the vastness of Li Cunxiao's Qi Sea, his expression revealed a hint of fatigue.

The Demon Orb was formed from the killing and deathly aura. When Li Cunxiao was refining the Dragon-Binding Rope, he simply extracted all the evil energy from it in order to upgrade the divine weapon in the future.

The murderous aura emanating from the seventh-tier black dragon was the most extreme Li Cunxiao had ever witnessed, both in terms of quantity and quality.

Originally, the plan was to save it to power up the vajra. But given the circumstances, there's no reason to keep the trump card hidden forever.

"go"

With a casual toss, the dark red magic orb scorched the space, creating ripples all around.

"Something's not right. This isn't an attack that a Heavenly Ladder martial artist could unleash!"

Jingfeng keenly sensed the abnormality, and the warning of death in his mind was as loud and clear as the sound of a great bell.

Without hesitation, he abandoned the confrontation with the Azure Dragon and Vermilion Bird Formation and instantly withdrew, trying to dodge the attack.

However, the Demon Orb, which had already fallen slightly behind, was instantly caught in the mouth of the Crimson Dragon soaring through the sky.

The dragon, formed from the Dragon-Binding Rope, was thirty feet long. Its head was tightly gripping the Demon Orb, and the surging flames resembled a long river bathing it. Its winding and thick body drew an arc.

In an instant, countless lines of fire emerged from the dragon scales, like crimson iron chains, weaving a spherical net with a radius of tens of feet, completely trapping Jingfeng within.

"A dojo?! No, a Heavenly Ladder can't possibly have a dojo! This is just the effect of a magical artifact combined with martial arts!"

Jingfeng's eyes were bloodshot, and he had lost all composure, like a trapped beast on the verge of death.

His blood and true essence burned wildly, like smoke from a wolf's beacon, connecting him with his spirit.

The azure-blue divine general seemed to have crimson blood flowing through his body, driving his slowly expanding form to tear apart the net of the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!"

The piercing screams drew the attention of everyone on and around Qinglong Peak, from the disciples of Louguan Taoism to the Dharma Kings and envoys of the Ming Cult.

Under the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, Feng Tianling's body was scorched with a dense network of wounds, as if a living person had been forcibly pressed against a red-hot copper pillar.

The spiritual form is the manifestation of a martial artist's essence, energy, and spirit. Damage to the spiritual form harms the very source.

At this moment, Jingfeng was no longer able to consider the future of martial arts or the great cause of the Holy Sect.

She stared hysterically at the young man not far away, her gaze filled with despair and resentment.
"Li Cunxiao, you..."

"receive!"

With his five fingers clasped together, the giant dragon coiled, and the crimson net suddenly contracted, instantly shattering Jingfeng and Lingxiang into thousands of fragments.

The words of resentment, along with the mangled limbs and pieces of flesh, dissipated in the wind.

(End of this chapter)