Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 510 Destroying the Treasure Tree

However, Wukong's angry strike not only exhausted all the magical power he had condensed from his Dao foundation, but also carried with it more than a dozen kinds of violent Heavenly and Earthly Qi that he had just swallowed whole and had not yet fully refined.

The sharp, malevolent energy of Geng metal tore through the sky, the chilling, icy energy of Xuanming froze spiritual energy, and thunder and fire exploded and roared from the heavens...

These terrifying energies, so different in nature and conflicting in essence, were forcibly mixed together at the tip of the staff, mutually stimulating each other and collapsing wildly.

The protective Dao patterns collided violently with this chaotic and extremely destructive energy.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a heart-stopping, tearing sound, as if the very foundations of the universe were being ripped apart.

The nine-colored glow shattered like fragile glass, turning into a shower of light that splashed across the sky, fading and dissipating before even touching the ground.

The protective formation personally set up by the True Lord of Pudu couldn't even withstand a single breath before being forcibly destroyed by this chaotic torrent containing the essence of various Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends.

The smug expression that Qingfeng Mingyue had just displayed froze completely.

Impossible! How could a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator possibly break through the restrictions set up by a True Monarch?!
The two were shocked by what they saw; they truly hadn't expected that the immortal peach tree would be smashed to pieces by Wukong's staff.

However, the truth is that the stick struck the ancient tree trunk solidly without any obstruction.

"puff!"

A dull thud, as if striking ancient iron, rang out.

There were no flying sawdust, no crisp sound of breaking branches.

Before Wu Neng and Wu Jing's horrified eyes, the precious tree, which bore the essence of countless celestial and terrestrial forces and was radiant with light, suddenly developed countless spiderweb-like, deep, ink-like cracks, starting from the point where it was struck by the staff.

The cracks spread instantly to the entire peach tree.

The branches, roots, and even the few remaining core peaches still swaying on the branches were all swallowed up by this crack.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable scene unfolded before their eyes.

As if crushed by an invisible giant hand, the entire precious tree suddenly collapsed and shrank inward.

The once full and plump branches withered and died at a visible speed, and the jade-like leaves instantly turned black and powdery, releasing countless streams of extremely pure and powerful evil energy.

Fire evil, thunder evil, metal evil, water evil, wind evil...

Like a punctured balloon, it bursts wildly from those cracks.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the central courtyard changed dramatically.

The violent energy flow tore through the air, forming a raging storm of malevolent energy.

The crimson fire energy collided with the azure cold energy, exploding into large swathes of ice crystals and steam.

The azure wind tore through space, emitting a piercing shriek.

The purple lightning transformed into electric pythons, darting around and striking the ground, leaving charred holes.

The malevolent energy of Geng metal was like countless invisible blades, silently flattening the surrounding artificial rocks and stalagmites!

That rare treasure of heaven and earth, that celestial spiritual root, was now like an energy core that had been forcibly drained. In just a few breaths, it completely lost all vitality and brilliance, turning into a piece of ugly, charred, black, twisted, cracked charcoal that looked as if it had been frozen by ten thousand years of mysterious ice and then repeatedly ravaged by thunder and fire, standing slumped in the center of the storm.

The air was filled with a pungent, burnt smell mixed with the faint, sweet fragrance of escaping pure energy, creating a nauseating aura of death.

The vast source of malevolent energy has been reduced to less than one-tenth, and countless chaotic malevolent energies fill this once tranquil Taoist temple courtyard.

Wujing and Wuneng's legs went weak and their faces turned deathly pale.

"It's over, it's really over, I'm going to turn into a roast pig."

Wu Neng looked at the charred tree in front of him with a look of despair.

Such a colossal calamity cannot be quelled even by reducing them to ashes.

The True Lord's methods are unpredictable; the two of them are nothing but ants, and they probably cannot escape even if they are sent to the sea of ​​suffering and reincarnation.

Wujing's lips trembled as he murmured, "Why not just commit suicide? Suicide might give us a chance to escape and re-enter the underworld, to be reborn in the cycle of suffering." Wuneng subconsciously said, "That makes sense, that makes sense. Maybe we'll even have a chance to be reborn as humans, instead of being demons."

“Precious…Precious Tree…”

Qingfeng and Mingyue's eyes widened, blood vessels instantly filling the whites of their eyes, and all color drained from their faces, leaving only boundless despair and overwhelming rage.

The sect's most treasured possession, which they had guarded for hundreds of years and regarded as their lifeblood, vanished before their very eyes.

"Ah! You beast! I'll fight you to the death!"

Qingfeng's eyes widened in fury, and he let out a shrill roar. With the surge of his magic power, the hairpin on his head flew off, leaving his hair disheveled.

He made a hand seal, and a flying sword gleaming with blue light suddenly appeared, carrying a resolute killing intent, and stabbed straight at Wukong, who was standing dumbfounded in front of the scorched tree.

Mingyue was filled with grief and indignation. She didn't even bother to use her protective magic. Relying solely on her hatred, she condensed a palm lightning bolt with both hands and struck Wukong in the back without any regard for the consequences.

They pushed their initial Foundation Establishment power to its limit, and Qingfeng and Mingyue's Dao foundation manifested at this moment, transforming into the extraordinary phenomenon of Qingfeng accompanying Mingyue.

However, it appeared so pale and powerless in this dissipated, violent storm of malevolent energy.

"Hmph, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator dares to attack me?"

Wukong's anger had not subsided. Seeing the two children rushing towards him like madmen, a hint of impatient ferocity flashed in his eyes.

His right arm was bulging with muscles, and each monkey hair stood up like a steel needle. He casually swept it across with a stick.

Woo!
The stick whistled like a whip, tearing through the air with a loud crack.

The stick struck first, followed by two muffled thuds.

The swiftly flying sword was accurately struck by the staff, letting out a mournful cry as it spun into the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

He himself was struck hard in the chest by the aftershock of the stick, as if hit by a giant hammer. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his small body flew backward like a broken sack, crashing hard into the courtyard wall and sliding down, instantly losing consciousness.

Mingyue fared even worse; before his selfless palm strike could even touch Wukong's clothes, the sweeping shadow of the staff had already imprinted itself on his shoulder.

Click.

A clear cracking sound rang out.

Before Mingyue could even scream, her body spun strangely halfway through the air before crashing heavily to the ground. She too lost consciousness, with blood gushing from her mouth, staining her Taoist robe red.

Just two blows.

The two Daoist boys under the command of the True Lord of Salvation lay on the ground, their fates unknown, forming a tragic scene with the charred immortal peach tree.

puff.

puff.

Wu Neng and Wu Jing could no longer hold on. Their legs gave way, and they collapsed onto the ground, which was filled with malevolent energy. Their faces were ashen, their lips trembled, and they could only mutter repeatedly.

"It's over...it's over...it's completely over!"

Zhu Wuneng's entire body of fat was trembling wildly, and he had only one thought in his mind.

Peeling away skin and tendons, refining the soul in fire...

Finished!

Sha Wujing's face was ashen, his eyes filled with fear and regret. The veins on his hand gripping the crescent shovel bulged, but he couldn't muster the slightest strength to resist.

"Amitabha Buddha... What a sin! What a sin!!"

A Buddhist chant, filled with shock, anger, despair, and a hint of collapse, rang out at the doorway.

(End of this chapter)