Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 316, 325: The Wind Wheel Rebirth, Three Thousand Afflictions in the Wind
The clouds, like waves, parted to form a pagoda, surging and churning, revealing its divine form within.

Wearing a jeweled crown and holding a jeweled halberd, with a heroic face, he bore a 70% resemblance to Li Yisheng himself.

His armor was magnificent, shining like the sun and moon; shadowy figures flitted around him, like demons following him.

"It's you, you one-eyed bastard!"

Zhu Quanzhong recognized his longtime rival; his face showed not only anger and resentment, but also a deep sense of solemnity.

Originally, Taiyi Zhenren was a newly promoted grandmaster. He seized this opportunity, with three against two, and with the blood sacrifice of a city, he should have been able to win with ease.

But now that Li Yisheng has come with a magical treasure, the outcome of the battle has suddenly become unpredictable.

"Enough with the nonsense, take this!"

The halberd, seemingly a hundred feet long, cleaved through the air, creating visible folds in the air as if this space itself could not withstand Li Yisheng's brutal ravages.

Zhu Quanzhong's expression changed drastically. He could withstand the attack, but the aftershocks would likely spread, and his tens of thousands of troops on the ground would suffer.

In a flash, he had no choice but to withdraw his outstretched hand from Huayin County. The Buddha of Sunlight Buddha clasped his hands together and pulled outwards, causing the Houtian Bag to open wide.

The pitch-black cracks opened up, as if hiding another dark world, in which there are six cycles of reincarnation, forming circles in turn, endlessly rotating.

Countless wronged and resentful souls howl and scream under the crushing weight of reincarnation, washing away all traces of their past lives, leaving only pure fragments in the end.

Li Yisheng's attack was also crushed and blocked by the Six Paths Wheel, its power decreasing layer by layer.

But he seemed to have anticipated this, and was not surprised at all; instead, he laughed and said:
"I knew it was good for you plague pig to slaughter entire cities and perform blood sacrifices."

"The Six Paths are like a wheel, crushing all the impurities of sentient beings until only the pure primordial spirit remains. Even with spiritual treasures, the loss would be too great. And aren't you afraid of indigestion from eating too much?"

"A method that works is a good method. Instead of worrying about me, you should worry about yourself."

Zhu Quanzhong snorted coldly, and the Buddha image of the Sunlight Buddha suddenly released endless light, which manifested as a Taoist temple in the sky.

One could see Buddhas and Bodhisattvas sitting upright, while monks and nuns moved about, all prostrating themselves on the ground, respectfully listening to the Bodhisattva preaching in the center.

Behind the Bodhisattva, a tall Bodhi tree stood, its massive canopy blotting out the sky, resembling a range of rolling mountains.

Amidst the trembling and swaying, Bodhi seeds were born, transforming into guardian yakshas and rakshasas, charging towards the heavens.

The sacred site leads to rebirth in Tushita Heaven!

"You beastly creatures, how dare you dream of becoming the future Buddha? It's a waste of our Pure Land tradition to have fallen into your hands!"

The great monk Qici manifested the form of a wrathful deity, roaring in fury, his spiked club crackling with lightning, driving back the attacking Buddha Mother.

"The Buddha said that all beings are equal. Does that mean that people who are not from your Pure Land school cannot become Maitreya?"

Leming Buddha waved his hand and unleashed a large handprint, but his attention was focused on Huayin County behind him.

The streets were now filled with people whose skin was red, whose veins were bluish-purple, and whose eyes bulged out.

These people had lifeless eyes and ferocious faces. Some were empty-handed, while others were armed. Whenever they encountered any living creature on their way, they would rush up and fight without hesitation until they died.

In less than a minute, from Qici's direction, a hazy, blood-red aura had already risen over the city.

"Fathers and sons killing each other, husbands and wives murdering each other, a tragedy of human relations, is this Zhu Quanzhong's Buddhist paradise?"

Like Qi Ci, Changsun Chi and the others were equally enraged. Geng metal sword energy, Zhuque Bing fire, and Xuanming Gui water all surged towards the Grandmasters on Liang Wang's side.

The disciples and elders of Louguandao, all with glaring eyes and roaring furiously, charged down the mountain like sharp knives piercing into the Liang King's camp.

Most of their relatives were settled in Huayin County, some of whom had lived there for over a century, spanning more than five generations.

With their homes in peril and the lives of their loved ones hanging by a thread, the bloodlust and ferocity in their hearts were unleashed, turning the section of the official road from Sixiang Peak to Huayin County into a meat grinder and slaughterhouse in an instant.

The sounds of fighting, screams, and weapons piercing flesh wove together a cruel symphony.

Meanwhile, high in the sky, Li Yisheng's group also set up a ritual.

Mount Sumeru stood tall, and around Jambudvipa, tsunamis surged from the nine mountains and eight seas. Only between Mount Sumeru and Jambudvipa was the place where the Heavenly King guarded the north, and his Yaksha and Demon Kings arranged their troops in battle formation. This was the same place as the one with the same name, Vaishravana.

Interestingly, during the clash between Vaishravana and Tusita Heaven, Nezha, riding a green lion and driving his wind-fire wheels, suddenly broke through the encirclement of the former's army and fell into the ground battlefield like a meteor.

Taiyi Zhenren, with his sharp eyes, immediately recognized that this person was not the Gangsha Ghost God within Li Yisheng's body, but rather his own disciple, Li Cunxiao!
"Didn't we tell him not to come back?"

Having guessed the source of the reinforcements, the old Taoist priest first breathed a sigh of relief, but then became even more anxious.

He is currently too busy to spare any attention. The battlefield is ever-changing, and if anything goes wrong, his precious disciple will lose his life.

"Cough, no need to worry. Right now, the high-level combat forces are all tied down. Your disciple has so many divine weapons and a seventh-tier mount. They are the ones who should be afraid. Cough cough cough."

As Yan Daotong spoke, he coughed up crimson blood from the corner of his mouth. His palms changed hand seals, and the black and white banners split into hundreds of thousands, forming a great formation that trapped Yelü Yi and Mingzun within it.

Taiyi Zhenren was powerless to do anything about it, so he could only turn his attention back to the present, and set up the Donghua Changle Palace and the Yinmo Daoist Temple at the same time.

The difference is that Chang Le Palace is on his and Dao Tong Zhenren's side, while Xue Hu Fengdu is on Yelü Yi's side, just like the yin and yang fish facing each other.

"King Liao, be careful. Although these two have been exhausted for days and are not as strong as you and me, they have the help of spiritual treasures, so we must not be careless."

Behind the Venerable One, the Kingdom of Light unfolded, and with his all-out effort, the true forms of the gods and Buddhas within it subtly underwent some changes.

In the double-eaved hip-roofed hall where the Buddha resided, strange people with high noses, deep-set eyes, and wings on their backs appeared. The Buddha himself changed from a Buddha with a spiral-shaped hair bun to one with disheveled hair and thorns on his head.

'As expected, I had long heard that the Ming Cult was a foreign religion, incorporating elements of Nestorianism and Zoroastrianism. They could usually hide it, but now, forced to exert their full strength, they could no longer conceal it.'

'They can all follow Zhu Quanzhong and take root in the Central Plains. I beg you, if only we could combine the systems of the grasslands and the Central Plains, and use the Buddhist teachings of the Sakya masters, how could the people of the North not become subjects of my Liao Kingdom?'

'If that's the case, then we can't fight Louguandao with all our might now, otherwise, there's no guarantee that Zhu Quanzhong won't discard us after we've served our purpose.'

Seeing the scene before him, Yelü Yi had a thousand thoughts running through his mind. His face remained fierce, but the output of his true energy in his hands quietly decreased, and he began to paddle.

Similarly, there were two masters of Qida.

The three leaders of Louguandao fought fiercely with Yang Shihou and Ge Congzhou, but after Yue Liduo and Saga joined the fray, the three against four ended in a draw.

While fighting, he secretly stuffed the scattered books and artifacts in Louguan Road into his storage pocket.

Meanwhile, Qici, relying on the leopard skin pouch, was dealing with the Good Mother Buddha while harassing the Joyful Buddha, preventing him from activating the madness drug and collecting blood evil.

The entire battlefield quickly descended into a stalemate.

"Damn it! These northern barbarians are definitely not to be trusted!"

Zhu Yougui's face was ashen. He shouted to gather his troops while drawing his long sword and unleashing a slash that stretched for dozens of feet. Wherever the sword light passed, the Louguan Dao soldiers all coughed up blood and flew backward. Some elders noticed the situation and gathered around.

The light of true energy flashed, and blood and severed limbs flew everywhere.

Although one side has fewer people, it has more elites, especially the number of elders at the seventh level of the Xuan Guan realm, which is almost half more than the number of generals in the vassal states.

While the latter group has a lower average cultivation level, their sheer number of members makes up for it. A sect can only manage a thousand or so people at most, not to mention the casualties from previous battles, so there are probably only seven or eight hundred left now.

Even without deploying their entire force, the Luoyan Army and the Chiya Army, the two personal guards, had already gathered three to four thousand men here under Zhu Yougui's command.

The only saving grace is that forming a battle formation with a thousand-strong army is something that even a Xuan Guan martial artist cannot do.

Even though these generals fully cooperated with Zhu Yougui, the latter's spiritual form was not enough to bear the power of thousands of people; it would have burst him apart.

Only a grandmaster can wield such power with ease.

Thus, in the Liang King's army, led by Zhu Yougui, seven or eight generals at the Xuan Guan realm each led five or six hundred men and formed a military formation.

From their initial scattered state, they gradually gathered together, surrounding the Louguan Dao disciples and elders who were eager to enter the city to rescue people.

The more complete troop types, including cavalry, archers, spearmen, and swordsmen, along with their richer experience, left the sect elites, who were accustomed to duels in the martial arts world, struggling to keep up.

What was even more demoralizing was that no matter how many people they fought hard to kill, the army in front of them remained a sea of ​​people, seemingly never decreasing in number.

Only those who have truly experienced such a scene can understand that kind of despair.

"The Heavenly Horse Soars Through the Void!"

Du Guanglei roared, and the Vermilion Bird True Essence condensed into a phantom of a celestial horse, which charged into the enemy formation, exploding into several sprays of blood.

Five or six swordsmen fell, and immediately others filled the gap in this impenetrable wall. The enemy general noticed this and drew his bow.

A sharp shriek rang out, Du Guanglei's brow furrowed, and he was forced to retreat several feet, having to return to the starting point after making such a difficult advance.

Looking to the side, his fellow disciples all looked exhausted, and the elders in charge of the formation also had solemn expressions, revealing a hint of determination.

Du Guanglei himself also felt a wave of exhaustion and dryness. He quickly swallowed the pill under his tongue, and the sluggish true energy in his meridians resumed its flow.

"This time, I'm afraid it's really a case of the odds being against us."

"The only thing we can be thankful for is our parents, who are far away in the capital. If we can hold off Zhu Quanzhong in this battle, we can at least bring them a few more days of peace."

With this thought in mind, Du Guanglei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gave a bitter smile.

But after I die, how much peace will remain in this world?

"They are still putting up a stubborn resistance, oblivious to their own mortality."

After Zhu Yougui reunited with the military commanders, his confidence returned. Seeing the current stalemate, he snorted coldly and drew his sword to the sky.

The Vajra spirit swelled and grotesque under the infusion of blood energy, becoming increasingly terrifying. Upon receiving the commander's signal, the other guards drew their bows and nocked arrows.

Using the sword light unleashed by the Vajra Spirit as a signal, countless arrows carrying blood and true energy were fired simultaneously, faintly outlining a six-tusked war elephant centered on the sword light.

It's indeed impossible for a Xuan Guan martial artist to directly withstand the attack of a thousand-man army formation. However, it's not impossible to multiply the attacks of several army formations together.

"not good!"

As the massive war elephant, nearly a hundred meters tall, charged wildly, the people of Louguandao showed signs of panic, and even the elders who were in charge of the formation showed despair.

This attack was not insurmountable, but human strength has its limits. I could only withstand about ten blows before I was exhausted and died.

However, the enemy outnumbers them several times over, so they could launch dozens more attacks like this.

Despair, like a dark cloud, gripped everyone's hearts, but just then, a figure streaked across the sky like a shooting star, roaring as it descended upon the battlefield:

"Form the Four Symbols Grand Formation and concentrate all your power on me!"

"What? It's Junior Brother Li?"

Du Guanglei reacted immediately, and was about to say that doing so was suicidal, but that figure seemed to have a magical power that made him, no, not just him, swoon.

Everyone, upon seeing the unprecedented spiritual manifestation, was shocked but chose to trust it unconditionally, pouring all their power into it.

What kind of deity was it?
His strong muscles resembled rising hills, and his majestic body was like a skyscraper rising from the ground.

The blue lion beneath him had an eye that could fill a room, and nine ferocious heads with raging winds constantly spewing from its gaping maw.
Most astonishingly, on the naked upper body, eight arms held divine weapons, with dragons and phoenixes soaring and tigers roaring.

Three heads, displaying anger and ferocity:

The one on the left is as red as blood, like a wrathful king;
The one on the right is as blue as jade, like an emperor from the underworld;
The head in the center, with its eyes tightly closed, exudes a cold indifference that regards all things as worthless.

When such a giant appears on the battlefield, the shock it brings to both sides is self-evident.

"Is this still a spiritual manifestation? How could a seventh-realm martial artist achieve this level?"

Zhu Yougui was utterly horrified, but what terrified him even more was the giant's face—

Li Cunxiao!
"So heavy, so noisy, so bloated—is this the combined power of nearly a thousand people?"

Li Cunxiao felt the enormous but uncontrollable power within his body, as if someone had inserted a tube into it, causing it to swell up.

However, under the coordination of the Vajra, he ignored the will of the original owner of these powers, escaped the fate of being washed away and turned into an idiot, and scattered them all like a sieve.

The impurities were filtered out, leaving only the wind that passed through the sieve's mesh, strand by strand, condensing into ropes, the ropes twisting into tornadoes, and the tornadoes twisting into a raging storm mixed with thunder.

As the eight arms converged towards the center, the Hun Tian Ling, pulled by the Wind and Fire Wheels, stretched into a semi-circular collapsing portal, compressing all the storm in the void.

Then, it burst forth with a roar!
Empty! Empty! Empty! Empty! Empty!
The storm stirred up strange noises, and under Zhu Yougui's terrified gaze, the war elephant, which had gathered the strength of three armies, was almost unable to move an inch.

The sharp wind blades shattered the arrows, which were covered in blood, one by one, making it look from a distance like the torture of a war elephant.

In the blink of an eye, the offensive and defensive positions shifted, but the all-consuming storm continued its slow but unstoppable advance towards Liang's main camp.

Buddhist scriptures state that there are four types of winds: abiding wind, holding wind, immovable wind, and firm wind.

The four wind wheels can support the water wheel, and the water wheel can support the earth so that it does not break apart. Therefore, although the wind wheels have no support in the void, they can enable the three thousand great chiliocosms to remain stable.
Just as the Tathagata appears, relying on the unobstructed wisdom and light, the four great wisdom winds of the Buddha arise, which can sustain the good roots of all sentient beings.

Conversely, if the wind wheel decays, it can cause the water wheel to dissipate, Jambudvipa to collapse, and the three thousand worlds to fall into ignorance and affliction.

This move was deduced by Li Cunxiao on his way here using the vajra. It is the great power of the wind wheel in the "Five Wheels of Nirvana," which can create all things and destroy them.

Its name is, Three Thousand Troubles Wind!
(End of this chapter)