Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 317

The five elements of Esoteric Buddhism each have their own unique characteristics.

Water is round and white, rotating freely and not existing in any one form;
The ground is square and yellow, with an equal shape on all four sides, symbolizing stability and immutability.

Wind is black, crescent-shaped, and contains half of the elements of water and earth; it is both ever-changing and possesses an unchanging essence.

Change and constancy, movement and stillness, stillness and uncertainty—within these contradictions, the great power of birth and death bursts forth.

Li Cunxiao manifested as a spirit with three heads and eight arms. All four pairs of arms were clasped together in a semi-circle shape, connecting with each other from bottom to top, and echoing the semi-circle formed by the Wind and Fire Wheels and the Hun Tian Ling on his head.

It was like five dark eyes of wind, devouring and crushing the power of nearly a thousand people, turning into a raging storm that shattered and lifted everything in their way.

"This power is definitely not something an ordinary Xuan Guan martial artist could possess. Looking at that head, could it be that Li Cunxiao actually has two spiritual manifestations?"

"How hateful! If it weren't for Dharma King Huiming guarding the rear, the remaining Louguan Daoists would have been wiped out long ago!"

Zhu Yougui gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do. He could only console himself that the other party's outburst was clearly not normal.

Even if Li Cunxiao unexpectedly managed to withstand the force of a nearly thousand-strong army, he certainly couldn't sustain it for long.

Ultimately, we have more people on our side, three or four thousand strong. Even if we can't unite as one, we can wear down the enemy by taking them down one by one!
However, while the imagination was vivid, the reality was quite different from Zhu Yougui's vision.

After breaking the Liang King's offensive, the three-headed, eight-armed giant suddenly changed his gesture.

Spread out both hands, with the thumbs and the other four fingers facing each other, forming a sharp triangle shape, which is then superimposed on the semicircles of the other two hands.

Fire is a triangular, red color, with a sharp shape. It burns away dust, dirt, and grime, and has the virtue of fierceness.

As the wind and fire clashed, in an instant, the invisible wind flowing from the dark eye of the storm suddenly began to burn fiercely.

The wind and fire swept across the battlefield like wild willow catkins in spring. Under Li Cunxiao's deliberate manipulation, the Red Crow Army and the Falling Goose Army were intentionally separated.

"not good!"

Zhu Yougui felt a sudden shock as he realized that the already weak connections between the various military formations had been severed by the fire wall.

"Ignore him, quickly move closer to me, lest this person defeat us one by one!"

However, no matter how hard he shouted, the all-pervasive gale carried the scorching flames to every corner of every army formation.

Even though the commander shouted loudly, the intense heat that almost melted the swords made the soldiers hesitate, and no one dared to cross the line.
An ominous premonition arose in his mind. Zhu Yougui's Vajra Spirit Form roared to the sky, and a large amount of blood and energy surged into it, causing the muscles of his body to swell.

Dark blue veins and blood vessels burst forth densely, spreading from his jaw to the corner of his eye, and Zhu Yougui's long sword suddenly shot up dozens of meters high with a flash of light.
Boom!
The thunderous heartbeat shook the void, leaving behind a ring of air. Zhu Yougui's pupils contracted, and he saw Li Cunxiao's figure disappear from the spot.

The next moment, it appeared directly above their heads, and the power of the fire wheel and wind wheel increased instantly at close range, but that was not the most terrifying thing.

The dark red spear shaft was coiled with dragons and tigers, its head resembling both, spewing forth a long, flowing blade. In the hands of the eight-armed giant, it resembled a towering white jade pillar.

Collapse!

clang! ! ! ! ! !

The ground cracked, soil flew everywhere, and within a radius of several dozen meters, the military formation appeared to have shrunk by a foot.

"what!"

The Indigo Vajra's arms were crossed, covered with countless cracks. With a single blow, it forced the opponent to kneel on one knee.

The spirit was in such a state, and Zhu Yougui, as its master, was bleeding from all seven orifices, his appearance extremely terrifying.

At this moment, he couldn't utter a sound. His remaining strength was used to clench his teeth and desperately mobilize his inner energy, watching as the massive, pillar-like spear rose, then vanished in a blur—

clang! ! ! ! !
Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang!
Each impact produced a resounding echo, like a monk striking a bell, or like driving piles into a solid foundation.

One after another, the vibrations continued unabated, an invisible tremor that spread outwards, giving even those around them the illusion that their teeth were aching and about to fall.

Such a frenzied offensive was not easy for Li Cunxiao himself to bear.

Excessive depletion of his true energy, the ferocious attacks, and the pressure from the enhanced military formation caused him to experience burning pain in his meridians and acupoints.

Within the Four Symbols Formation, the elders were still pale-faced, but the others had difficulty even standing. Many of them were already trembling, barely managing to stay upright only with the weapons in their hands.

But compared to them, Zhu Yougui's side fared even worse.

Everyone in the enemy ranks was bleeding from all seven orifices, and some even had half their bodies embedded in the ground. Their upper bodies appeared intact, but the bones in their lower bodies were completely shattered.

Zhu Yougui was completely covered in blood, with blood beads still seeping from his pores, and his skin was cracked all over his body, revealing the throbbing muscles inside.

"His Royal Highness!"

"Damn it, charge! If His Highness dies, no one will survive!"

"Supervisory team! Anyone who retreats will be executed on the spot! Push them forward!"

The chaotic and noisy sounds rushed into his ears, but the eldest son of the Liang King saw only a blur.

The opponent's sudden burst of power was too intense, with each strike linked together and then exploding out in one breath, plunging his primordial spirit into chaos, to the point that his spiritual form was on the verge of collapse.

In a daze, the first half of my life flashed before my eyes like a fleeting glimpse.

Born amidst war, he wandered around with his father, who had not yet been granted amnesty. Shortly after occupying Henan Province, he witnessed his mother's death. His increasingly deranged father took advantage of his wife, and power became a means to fill his emptiness with alcohol.
An unprecedented emptiness welled up in his heart, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of his deceased younger brother.

I remember that day when I witnessed him being pierced through the body by a large gun, like a tattered sack, being lifted high, leaving no trace of his body.

He suddenly laughed.

"Li Cunxiao, in these chaotic times, who dares to say they will have the last laugh?"

My today is your tomorrow.

Bang!
A long spear swept across in the gust of wind, instantly smashing a head like a watermelon. The spear paused, but continued its relentless thrust, twisting and turning, slicing the corpse into a bloody mess with the wind blades.

"What are you talking about?"

Feeling the complete dissipation of the opponent's primordial spirit, Li Cunxiao finally breathed a sigh of relief. His hand, gripping the Xuanchi spear, trembled slightly, but he quickly regained control. A wind blade sliced ​​down the banner embroidered with red crows.
"Zhu Yougui is dead!"

"Zhu Yougui is dead!"

Although he was already exhausted, Du Guanglei still shouted at the top of his lungs when he saw this.

Even the white-bearded elders standing to the side couldn't help but roar, as if to vent their pent-up anger.

Although they were clearly on the verge of exhaustion, their momentum instantly overwhelmed the Liang King's remaining army, whose fighting strength was still intact.

"His Highness is dead! His Highness is dead!"

"They're not even human! I'm not playing anymore! I'm not playing anymore!"

"Escape!"

The strength of an army lies in the power of the masses; however, when morale collapses and spirits are low, negative emotions spread and infect at an extraordinary speed.

In an instant, the Liang King's army, witnessing Zhu Yougui's death, was thrown into chaos.

The generals with higher cultivation levels and stronger wills even tried to kill the fleeing soldiers and forcibly organize the army, attempting to take advantage of Li Cunxiao's weakness after exhaustion to atone for their sins; while those who relied entirely on the Ming Cult's Blood Pills to build up their cultivation had their mental defenses as fragile as mud fences, instantly shattered by the evil aura and demonic thoughts, even falling into demonic possession on the spot.

In an instant, the entire battlefield was in chaos. Li Cunxiao took the opportunity to return to his own camp, where he recuperated and distributed the pills he had refined in the past.

Soon, the battle broke out again, like waves surging towards them.

Li Cunxiao could only grip his spear tightly, grit his teeth, and stand in front of the crowd.
In the depths of the sky, a thick, dark cloud moved at a speed far exceeding that of the surrounding clouds and mist.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that the dark clouds are flat and thick, resembling land, upon which thousands of heavily armed soldiers are carried.

The three leading figures were two generals and a middle-aged monk.

Above the crowd, there seemed to be a giant golden peacock king, spreading its wings and stirring up a gale, making the thick cloud rush forward at an even faster speed.

"It is said that Master Zhiheng's Golden Peacock King has endless uses. I have only seen your methods of healing the sick and saving lives, but I never thought that it would be equally effective in military formations."

"After Father left, we mobilized a large army and spent some time on it. A day has passed, and I wonder what the situation is like in Louguandao now?"

Li Siyuan and Li Cunxu chatted back and forth, and Zhiheng listened without saying much, only speaking after a pause in their conversation:

"Your Majesty has the stupa protecting you, so there is no problem with your safety."

"Yelü Yi is a Qida barbarian. He probably cooperated with Zhu Quanzhong because Zhu promised to cede territory or something similar."

"When Gao Pian was alive, they could still cooperate; now that Gao Pian is dead, the two will surely become enemies, so there is no need to worry about them joining forces against Your Majesty."

Hearing this, the anxious godsons relaxed considerably.

It should be said that this southward march was also a huge gamble for the Hedong Army.

If we win, we can enter the capital and have the great cause in our hands. Whether we become regent or abdicate, at the very least we can use the capital region as a hub to connect Guanzhong, Longyou, and Hedong into one, laying the foundation for our hegemony.

If Li Yisheng, the key figure in Hedong, suffers any mishap, the long-standing grudges between the Third Master's Party and the First Master's Party will immediately escalate into a fight, and Zhu Quanzhong is even more likely to press his advantage.

At that time, beset by internal and external troubles, its demise is imminent.

Therefore, it's no wonder these adopted sons were so nervous; the path to heaven was simply too perilous.

Fortunately, the ordeal did not last long. As they approached the border of Huayin County, the three grandmasters, led by Zhiheng, sensed the battle fluctuations coming from the direction of Louguandao and breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, his expression turned serious, and he issued an order:

"Your Majesty is currently engaged in battle with the Zhu bandit; the Flying Cavalry has formed ranks!"

At his command, the thousands of troops, led by ten Grand Protectors, were divided into several units, each following behind Grandmasters Li Cunxu and Li Siyuan.

The vital energy of thousands of people, under the regulation of the Dharma image, naturally formed an order and instantly coalesced into a whole.

Zhiheng himself took a single step, instantly moving a hundred miles, and appeared alone above Huayin City:
"Brother Qici, I'm here to help you!"

Adorned with jewels, the white-bodied figure of the King of Light sits atop the back of a golden peacock, its magnificent tail feathers radiating light.

Under the illumination of the image of Yamantaka, the wounds on his body visibly healed, while the expressions of the two Dharma Kings opposite him changed drastically.

"Divine speed? Peacock King? It's Zhiheng from Yuhua Temple!"

"Oh no, I'm afraid reinforcements from Hedong have arrived!"

Qi Ci caught his breath and nodded gratefully to Zhi Heng, who noticed the situation in Huayin City and his face immediately darkened.

Despite the abbot's persistent interference in an attempt to interrupt the Ming Cult's process of catalyzing the madness drug, it was already difficult for him to hold on against two opponents.

A day later, Huayin City was littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

The streets and alleys were almost completely filled with corpses and blood, making them impassable.

In order to win over Qici, Zhiheng had passed through Huayin County several times before and knew that it was a county with a population of several hundred thousand.

But as far as we know, less than half of the people are still alive; the situation is so dire that it is unbearable to witness.

"By the power of the Great Peacock King, Mother of Buddhas, all poisons can be eradicated, causing them to penetrate the earth, so that I and all my relatives may find peace and security. May all poisons—human poisons, poisons from humans and non-humans, poisons from medicine, poisons from curses—be completely eliminated."

With a sorrowful expression, Zhiheng clasped his hands together and chanted the Dharani mantra.

A circular radiance shone from behind the image of the Peacock King, illuminating the city and dispelling the ferocity. The bloodied figures who had been hacking and slashing with ferocity suddenly clutched their heads in pain, writhing and howling in agony amidst their flesh and blood.

Children and teenagers, whose minds are simpler, quickly regained their senses, only to faint from the shock of the surrounding carnage.

"The reinforcements have finally arrived."

Li Cunxiao was covered in blood, his features obscured. Yet, the beating of his chest remained strong and powerful.

The true energy within his body surged and gushed forth like a mighty river, even more powerful than before.

Standing atop a pile of corpses ten feet high, looking up, one could see the two divine forms of Hayagriva and Kundali, along with thousands of elite heavenly soldiers who charged into the battlefield like meteors, forcing back masters such as Ge Congzhou, Yang Shihou, and Yue Liduo. Only then did the tension in one's heart ease slightly.

After a day and a night of fierce fighting, he couldn't remember how many people he had killed; he only watched as the Vajra shone with unending brilliance.

He was not stingy; whenever his true essence was exhausted, he would directly use the Vajra Pestle to break through his realm and recover his state.

By this time, his Heavenly King Dragon Flower Palace had a twelve-story Sumeru pedestal; the throne of the Ten Directions Salvation Heavenly Venerable had also reached the perfect state of a twelve-story tower.

Despite the successive battles, he showed no signs of fatigue; on the contrary, he became more and more energetic with each battle. As a result, the defeated soldiers of the Liang army were terrified of him and eventually dared not engage in battle at all.

Wherever Li Cunxiao went, these people scattered.

However, he could not interfere with the battle in the clouds and could only worry anxiously.

Fortunately, shortly after Li Cunxu and the others arrived, the black and white banners and the relic pagoda shook the void, and the huge acquired bag quickly shrank and fell into the palm of Zhu Quanzhong, who had revealed his figure.

Behind him, Mingzun's clothes were tattered, and his face, which used to be like a thousand different faces, now revealed the face of a Hu man with a high nose and deep-set eyes. He looked like he was seriously injured.

On the contrary, Yelü Yi, although also in a sorry state, looked much better than the former, and did not seem to have gone through a fierce battle.

"Yougui is dead? So many useless trash have died from the elite!"

Zhu Quanzhong's face was gloomy. Even though his son had been reduced to pieces, he still locked his gaze on Li Cunxiao, who stood tall amidst the mountain of corpses.

The death of his son did not bring him much grief, but all his hard work had benefited Li Yisheng, which made him grit his teeth in anger.

"Your Majesty, things have not gone smoothly. We can only retreat for now and then plan our next move."

Blood trickled from the corner of Mingzun's mouth. "We must not act rashly and ruin the overall situation."

“You don’t need to teach me these principles,” Zhu Quanzhong said, his triangular eyes shifting from Li Cunxiao to the two Taoists revealed behind the black and white banners, his killing intent fully exposed.
"We have no choice but to retreat today, but if we leave behind a grandmaster who is skilled in alchemy, given time, the military strength of Hedong will surely surpass ours."

"I can tolerate leaving Xijing to that one-eyed dragon for now, but Master Taiyi must be dealt with today—"

The bag suddenly opened, and in the abyss, the Six Paths Wheel vanished in an instant, tearing through the void. At this moment, the old Taoist priest had only drawn his longbow halfway.

"die!"

(End of this chapter)