Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 264, Section 273: The Two-Element Banner, the Bright Venerable Appears

Jingfeng is dead?

The esteemed Five Mingzi of the Ming Cult actually died at the hands of a junior?
Looking at the young man suspended in mid-air, his jade-green Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and a huge red dragon surrounded him, he seemed like a celestial being riding a dragon to ascend to heaven in a traditional Chinese painting.

Whether it was Li Siqi, Du Guanglei, or the disciples and soldiers, they were all dumbfounded and incredulous.

Honestly, when Li Cunxiao charged out of the formation just now, both of them thought the other had lost his mind. How could a martial artist who had broken through the Xuan Guan (a martial arts barrier) possibly contend with someone at the sixth level of the Heavenly Ladder?

It was only when the Dragon-Binding Rope appeared and was locked in a stalemate with Jingfeng that the two remembered the superior-grade magic treasure that Li Cunxiao had just created.

Just as the thought of holding on for another quarter of an hour until the elders of the sect arrived flashed through his mind, Li Cunxiao, with the help of the Demon Orb, utterly crushed Jingfeng into pieces.

At this moment, Li Siqi and Du Guanglei's minds went blank, and they were caught in a numb state of self-doubt:
Is this still a Heavenly Ladder Warrior? Is this still a high-grade magic weapon?

Their own superior magical artifacts simply cannot achieve such an effect!
Doesn't this demonstrate Li Cunxiao's skill in crafting magical artifacts?
"The demonic pill formed from the evil energy of a seventh-order demon is indeed quite powerful."

Li Cunxiao had no intention of lingering in mid-air as a target. As his body descended, the red dragon formed by the Dragon-Binding Rope shrank to ten zhang in size and roamed around him.

In his mind, the vajra shone brightly, and its dazzling brilliance quickly spread from the center to both sides.

With the energy accumulated in the Azure Dragon Pavilion, it quickly completed two recharges.

"After today, I'll probably have to prioritize using my baleful energy to break through my cultivation level, and I'll have to hold off on improving my martial arts skills for a while."

"Today, the envoys and kings of the Ming Dynasty have come to our door; who knows what demons and monsters we will encounter the day after tomorrow?"

"Only by breaking through the barrier of the profound mystery as soon as possible can one truly be considered a master among all martial artists in the world."

"As long as Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters don't make a move, it won't be difficult for me to protect myself among those of the same level."

A few thoughts flashed through Li Cunxiao's mind like lightning. Just as he approached the Vermilion Bird and Azure Dragon Formation, an aura even stronger than the Pure Wind suddenly approached from the mountainside:

"You little beast, you killed my Holy Sect's envoy! You're asking for death!"

Four arms ablaze with flames, a blue ram beneath him, his body flesh-colored, radiating a raging heatwave.

The fiery spirit, flashing with crimson light, was like a cannonball, shooting towards them in an instant, with the roar of the Louguan Dao elders still audible behind it.

Miao Huo stared at Li Cunxiao, who was surrounded by the great formation, his eyes burning with killing intent.

As one of the Five Mingzi, his relationship with Jingfeng wasn't particularly good; however, according to the Ming Cult's doctrine, they addressed each other as brothers and sisters.

However, it's hard to say how much they actually believe in the doctrines of the Holy Church, but they are absolutely convinced of the great cause of the Holy Church.

We must shed the Ming Cult's past status as a pariah and allow it to enter the inner sanctum, redefining the world's rich and poor, noble and lowly.

In this way, Wumingzi could be more than just Wumingzi; he could also be a prince or a pillar of the state, truly holding the life and death of millions of people in the world in his hands.
Therefore, it is necessary to remove obstacles like the Louguan Dao sect and to nip hostile talents like Li Cunxiao in the bud.

If someone at the Heavenly Ladder Realm can already defeat a Xuan Guan cultivator beyond their level, what would happen if they became a Grandmaster?!

"These damned demonic cultists!"

Seeing the rapidly approaching Miao Huo, even the usually composed Li Siqi couldn't help but burst into a tirade of curses.

Just when I thought I was out of danger, I was pushed to the edge of a cliff again.

"Something's not right. Although this person is a master of the Xuan Guan realm, the other demon is still trapped at the foot of the mountain. How could he have escaped the elders' siege?"

Li Cunxiao frowned as he looked at the shimmering spiritual light on the mountainside.

Originally, it was the two Wumingzi who were resisting the elders of the sect, creating an opportunity for Jingfeng.

Now that Jingfeng is dead, it's hard to say how Miaohuo broke through the encirclement, but the remaining Mingzi was suddenly attacked by three elders of the sect and was severely injured in the blink of an eye. He was about to die.

Meanwhile, the elders from the other peaks of Vermilion Bird Peak, Black Tortoise Peak, and White Tiger Peak were also rushing over. Unless the two Dharma Kings in the sky intervened, the Ming Cult would lose three seventh-realm experts in one fell swoop.

Does the other side have some trump card up their sleeve?
His magic orbs were exhausted. Besides, the attack he just used might have been enough to kill a Jingfeng who was on the verge of collapse, but it would have been insufficient to deal with Miaohuo.

While he was pondering this, he was surprised to find that, despite the more critical situation, Du Guanglei seemed much calmer than before.

Noticing Li Cunxiao's gaze, he even smiled:
"Junior brother, watch how I defeat the enemy."

Ok?
Did the sect leader give him some hidden card?
"Senior Brother!!!!"

With the support of his true energy, Du Guanglei suddenly let out a loud roar, like the cry of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, which resounded throughout the mountains.

"Senior Brother, help me!!!"

what? !

A strong killing intent suddenly came from behind. Miao Huo's expression changed drastically. With a roar, the blue sheep under Huo Tian Ling Xiang's hooves exploded, transforming into a layer of jade-colored armor that enveloped his body.

The next moment, the black light shone like a dragon, moving as fast as a shooting star.

The ear-piercing shriek, as sharp as a blade cutting through iron and stone, had not yet subsided when screams echoed from the mountainside.

Without even needing to look closely, Miao Huo could guess that the other Wu Mingzi had already been beheaded.

Beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his gaze involuntarily focused on the young Taoist priest who had suddenly appeared.

The man's appearance was not particularly remarkable, but his Taoist robe was not the genuine light purple, but rather black and white.

Behind him were two swords, one black and one white. The black sword was a dragon ring, and the white sword was a phoenix ring. The former hovered beside him, emitting a violent low growl, with drops of blood dripping from it.

Blood, imbued with powerful vital energy, dripped onto the floor tiles, making a hissing sound.

The other sword, the Phoenix Ring White Sword, floated within the Azure Dragon and Vermilion Bird Formation, enveloped in a warm light, causing everyone to show expressions of relief.

Senior Brother of Louguandao, the contemporary leader, Yin-Yang Sword Xue Tianyun!

"So strong"

Looking at the people around him, including Li Siqi and Du Guanglei, whose expressions had clearly eased, Li Cunxiao's gaze involuntarily fell on the young man in the black and white Taoist robe.

He had just clearly seen that Xue Tianyun, the current chief, had only used one sword strike. The black sword was like a swimming dragon, easily reaping the five Mingzi on the mountainside.

Even after a single sword strike, he still had enough power to force Miao Huo back, and at the same time, he summoned the white sword to protect his fellow disciples.

These black and white swords are undoubtedly divine weapons, but what's even more terrifying is the person who wields them.

"To kill with a sword invisibly is practically the skill of a sword immortal."

Li Siqi couldn't help but praise him, and Du Guanglei nodded as well, but then looked at Xue Tianyun with a hint of complaint:
"Senior Brother, now that you've emerged from seclusion, why were you hiding and watching the commotion earlier?"

Xue Tianyun smiled apologetically, "It was my master's order."

"Since I am here, I will not allow outsiders to harm you in the slightest."

"Besides, don't you have some magical artifacts I left behind on you?"

"By the way, Senior Brother, you haven't met this Junior Brother Li Cunxiao yet, have you?"

Du Guanglei's displeasure came and went quickly; he put those things behind him in the blink of an eye and pulled Li Cunxiao over.

"I know that Master Taiyi's newly accepted disciple is an outstanding martial artist who is also proficient in alchemy. He is an absolute prodigy."

Xue Tianyun's eyes revealed his undisguised admiration and surprise. "However, after today, we will have to add another person skilled in weapon crafting."

“Junior Brother Cunxiao is so exceptionally talented, it’s no wonder that Master specifically instructed me to ensure your safety.”

"Thank you for your concern, Master Uncle and Senior Brother."

Li Cunxiao felt relieved upon hearing this.

Although he had already guessed that the current situation was within Yan Daotong's expectations, he was only truly relieved now that it was confirmed. "Senior Brother, since Master Uncle has already made arrangements, what about my master?"

In the sky, the golden arrow light never stopped for a moment, like a continuous meteor shower, rushing forward like a torrent under the guidance of the Bone-Illuminating Mirror.

However, Li Cunxiao knew that the fact that Taiyi Zhenren had maintained such an offensive precisely demonstrated that the tense situation prevented him from relaxing for even a moment.

No matter how strong the old Taoist priest was, he was ultimately fighting two against one.

These were two grandmasters, and veterans of the Ming Cult, including Dharma Kings. If it weren't for the abundance of elixirs and divine weapons possessed by Master Taiyi, they probably wouldn't have been able to hold out for so long.

"Don't worry, Master has specially found a helper for Uncle-Master Taiyi."

As if to confirm Xue Tianyun's words, the next moment, dark clouds swept across the sky from the west.

Amidst the dark clouds, a strange wind howled, sounding like the wailing of ghosts. Layer upon layer, as the morning sun shone through, it formed a scene resembling hell.

And a Bodhisattva statue, with its legs crossed, sits upright above hell.

He wore a crown of five Buddhas and a yellowish-brown robe, and held a nine-ringed staff in his left hand. His appearance was solemn and dignified, and his eyes were filled with compassion.

However, in his right hand was a huge monk's knife, held in reverse, piercing through the eighteen levels of hell. The intense killing aura revealed a strange Zen-like sense of equality and liberation for all beings.

"Be patient and unmoved, like the earth; be deep and profound in meditation, like a hidden treasure."

"I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty; I will not attain enlightenment until all demons and evil spirits are exterminated!"

The chanting started softly, but soon it resounded throughout the entire Louguan Taoist temple.

"The Demonic Sword Monk, the Ten Wheels Earthly Treasury, is Zhen Ding of the Azure Dragon Temple!"

The beautiful, matriarchal Dharma King formed a mudra with her hands, her technique resembling that of Avalokiteshvara. She spread out a willow branch and, with a wave of her hand, blocked the hundreds of meteors shot from the Qiankun Bow.

Compared to Yang Ying's Thousand-Hand Guanyin, this Willow Guanyin is much weaker, and its expression is also solemn.

"Qinglong Temple is far away in Xijing. In that case, Yan Daotong must have already made a deal with that bald thief Zhenjing and was waiting for us here."

King Leming irritably touched the scalp on his head. The two looked at each other, both knowing that the operation had failed.

'Only by separating Huiming from our avatars can we have this opportunity.'

At this moment, it's likely that Maitreya Buddha has already seen through the illusion and is rushing towards Louguan Pass.

'Since Yan Daotong has planned this all along, there's no point in staying any longer. Let's retreat!'

The telepathic communication between Le Ming and Shan Mu was instantaneous. The next moment, the two simultaneously activated their divine weapons, abruptly clearing away the countless meteors in the sky, and turned to leave.

Taiyi couldn't help but curse:
"Zhen Ding, you bald thief! The people are about to escape, why aren't you making a move!"

A low laugh seemed to emanate from the image of Ksitigarbha. Immediately afterwards, the dagger that pierced through the eighteen levels of hell slowly rose, like a river of blood, tearing apart the great iron mountain surrounding hell.

"Falling into the Mortal World"

In an instant, it was as if the walls of hell had been broken down, and hungry ghosts and fierce gods had been unleashed. The fierce and murderous aura combined with the powerful true essence, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth.

The area within a radius of ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) between Shanmu and Leming suddenly transformed into a new hell, with rivers of blood and mountains of knives, just like the real world, trapping the two of them inside.

After catching his breath, Taiyi was not about to let this opportunity slip by. He drew his bow to its fullest extent, and the mirror behind him, which seemed to reflect the sun, hung in the air.

As the bowstring was drawn back, the sharp arrow seemed to draw in the morning glow of the sky, its vibrant colors and star-like brilliance concealing the power to shoot down stars.

"Ugh"

Li Cunxiao suddenly heard a sigh.

Not only did he hear it, but Li Siqi, Du Guanglei, and others also noticed it.

But looking in the direction of the sound, all that could be seen was Miao Huo, whose face was filled with anger and frustration. His expression did not seem to match the calm and helpless sigh.

Because the one who uttered that sigh was not himself.

Why are all these people staring at me?

Miao Huo noticed the strangeness and fear in everyone's eyes. The next moment, an unprecedented feeling of weakness burst from her body, and she staggered and knelt on the ground.

Miao Huo looked at his hands in disbelief. They were old and wrinkled, and the once abundant true energy in his dantian was now empty, like a dried-up stream in winter, struggling and stagnant.

At the same time, a tall figure slowly rose from his body.

Trembling and fear surged uncontrollably from their hearts. The disciples around them could no longer stand up straight, and only Li Cunxiao and a few others were still gritting their teeth and holding on.

"Alas, we have lost three Ming envoys, yet we haven't even seen a glimpse of the Lingbao. In this game, Daotong Zhenren is one step ahead."

The tall figure spoke to himself, while Miao Huo, watching the scene before him, pleaded in a voice filled with fear:
"Master, Venerable One, your subordinate."

"Miao Huo, you have made great contributions to the Holy Church. After your death, you will surely be able to ascend to the Kingdom of Light. Go in peace."

The tall figure spoke in a calm tone, as if stating something that was perfectly reasonable.

Miao Huo stared wide-eyed in horror, but before she could do anything, her body turned into specks of fire and disappeared into Ming Zun's body.

"Alas, if his true essence had remained in Jingfeng's body, he wouldn't have been killed by a junior, and Miaohuo wouldn't have fallen to this state."

This Ming Cult leader seemed to enjoy sighing. The shamelessness and coldness in his words left Li Cunxiao speechless for a moment, yet he also felt a sense of relief.

Clearly, this Ming Cult leader had pre-divided his true essence, but initially it was within Jingfeng's body, where it remained dormant for more than half a year.

Only when the Ming Cult attacked today did he transfer to the body of Miao Huo, who was in a better state.

However, things took an unexpected turn.

Judging from the attitude of this wise one, it seems that he does not intend to leave immediately.

Isn't he afraid that Yan Daotong, along with masters like Changsun Chi, might launch a surprise attack?

"Make your move. I know Yan Daotong must have a backup plan. I've long wanted to see the Spirit Treasure Yin-Yang Banner."

"A dignified Venerable One, going to such lengths just to test the treasures of my Louguan Sect?"

As Xue Tianyun spoke, his gaze inadvertently swept over Li Cunxiao, as if he were deep in thought.

The Yin and Yang swords quietly merged into one in his hands.

"Then I shall respectfully comply!"

The Yin-Yang sword energy soared into the sky. Almost instantly, black and white mysterious light shot into the sky from the Ancestral Hall of Liangyi Peak, sweeping away the vast clouds and brightening the sky in an instant.

A huge banner depicting the Four Symbols and Eight Trigrams enveloped the entire Louguan Taoist mountain gate, and the phantom of the Sanyuan Jizhen Cave Heaven descended upon the heavens.

The stars in the heavens move and the winds and clouds stir; the supreme saints and immortals stand in rows like hemp.

Such terrifying power forced even Taiyi and Zhending, who were fighting, to stop and watch as Shanmu and Leming retreated behind Mingzun.

A phantom figure dressed in a purple robe and wearing a golden crown stepped out from among the black and white banners, holding an iron ruyi upside down in his hand, stroking his beard and smiling.

"Mingzun Faqing? I have long admired your name."

"Not as renowned as Dao Tong Zhenren," Fa Qing strode into the sky, and behind him the wind and clouds changed color, and hail and rain fell all at once.

His words caused changes in the celestial phenomena.

"I am of limited knowledge and talent, and I humbly request your guidance."

(End of this chapter)