Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 117 Did you also kill Beyoncé, the old tortoise?
Master Yihong has finally met an opponent who can rival him in strength.

With the blessing of the Pure Transformation Talisman, and based on the "Qi Body Origin and Flow" and the "Eight Vajra Skills", which are mutually integrated and unified, the 30-plus kilogram crescent blade in his hands felt as light as a feather.

Even though the Black Bear King was twice his height, he could still withstand the suppression of the Black Bear King by the Dragon Imprisonment Formation. He even managed to break through the Black Bear King's protective demonic power with each strike of his crescent blade imbued with Daoist Qi, and even managed to launch a counterattack with one of his three defensive strikes.

Compared to the clash of power between Daoist Yihong and the Black Bear King, the battle between Daoist Yansong and the Yellow Dog King was much more agile.

Master Yansong employed both physical and magical techniques. His long sword would sometimes be imbued with flames, moving like a fire dragon, and at other times it would carry a gust of wind, seemingly disappearing into the wind without a trace.

At the same time, Taiyi Wind and Fire surged forth, transforming into a fire tornado that trapped Daoist Yansong and the Yellow Dog King within it, with wisps of flame relentlessly burning towards the Yellow Dog King.

Meanwhile, the Yellow Dog King moved like the wind, wielding two daggers that danced in the air, drawing black lines in mid-air. Strands of demonic power remained in the black lines, dissolving the approaching Taiyi Wind and Fire, while also attempting to ambush Daoist Yansong.

Daoist Yansong unleashed seven sword flowers with his longsword, dispersing all the black lines in front of him. He asked curiously, "Are you the Yellow Dog King of Three Absolutes Mountain?"

With a slash of his dagger, the Yellow Dog King's demonic power dissipated the flames approaching him. "Exactly!"

Feeling the rhythm of the thunder seed in his sea of ​​consciousness, Daoist Yansong was very puzzled.

The White Wolf King's malevolent energy was second only to that of Bi'ang Ancestor, significantly accelerating Gu Zhao's progress in condensing the Thunder Seed with the Five Thunder Token. The Black Bear King beside him possessed no less malevolent energy than the White Wolf King, demonstrating his numerous evil deeds and countless murders.

However, while the malevolent aura emanating from this monster was undeniable, it was far from abundant, even less than that of the possessing ghosts he had killed earlier. It was truly unworthy of its status as a great demon of the Three Absolutes Mountain.

If the other party hadn't been so highly skilled and superior to him, Master Yansong wouldn't have guessed that he was the Yellow Dog King; he would have thought he was just a minor demon by the Black Bear King's side.

Upon hearing the Yellow Dog King's reply, Daoist Yansong asked again, "How long have you been on the Three Absolutes Mountain?"

The Yellow Dog King's figure transformed into afterimages, weaving through the fire and wind tornado. The demonic power he generated riddled the tornado with holes, and then two daggers crossed and slashed towards Daoist Yansong's shoulder.

"Sanjue Mountain has been called Sanjue Mountain for thirty years. How long do you think I've been on the mountain?" the Yellow Dog King said indifferently.

Master Yansong became even more curious. He thought that the Yellow Dog King had been cultivating in the deep mountains and had only recently come to the Three Wonders Mountain.

Master Yansong then deflected the dagger with his sword, and a burst of flame transformed into a sharp arrow, shooting straight at the Yellow Dog King's chest. At the same time, he exhaled and asked, "If that's the case, why did you kill so few people?"

The Yellow Dog King was taken aback for a moment, then opened its mouth and bit down, actually catching the incoming arrow in one bite. Then, its canine teeth clenched together, grinding the flaming arrow into sparks that dissipated. "How do you know I haven't killed many people?"

Daoist Yansong's eyes flickered as he swung his longsword up and down, separating the two daggers. "Don't worry about how I know, but I do know that you and that black bear and white wolf are clearly not of the same ilk. Hmm, a demon, how did you become one of the three kings of the Three Absolutes Mountain?"

The Yellow Dog King suddenly turned around, transforming into a yellow shadow to dodge a streak of fire coming from behind. "Why are you asking these questions?"

Master Yansong chuckled, revealing his true intentions. "I see you still have a chance to reform, so I want to advise you not to follow that black bear down a deadly path."

Yellow Dog King sneered, "You want to persuade me to surrender?"

Master Yansong smiled and said, “It’s not surrender, it’s a prodigal son returning home, turning over a new leaf, returning to his original nature, and recognizing himself.”

Yellow Dog King said expressionlessly, "Isn't that still surrendering?"

Master Yansong chuckled and said, "That sounds better, doesn't it? I'll guide you to do good deeds and accumulate merit, eliminate evil and build up virtue, and use the true qi of the Daoist sect to dispel the evil energy for you, so that you can become a Spirit Lord. Isn't that wonderful?"

“Spirit Lord…” The Yellow Dog King’s eyes showed a moment of confusion, then turned cold. “Are you from the Spirit Court?”

Daoist Yansong raised an eyebrow. “We are not from the Spirit Court. We are merely acting on behalf of Heaven, inviting the virtuous to join us in punishing the wicked.” The Yellow Dog King was taken aback, his eyes flickering, and the dagger in his hand involuntarily slowed down for a moment.

Master Yansong leaned closer again and whispered, "Look at that black bear. He's doomed today. You're not on his side, so why must you die with him?"

The Yellow Dog King couldn't help but look at the Black Bear King.

Meanwhile, after seeing Daoist Yansong talking to the Yellow Dog King, Gu Zhao turned his attention to Daoist Yihong and the Black Bear King.

Just now, after dozens of golden fire and lightning talismans struck down, the Black Bear King's demonic aura had already been weakened by one layer. Now, bound by the Dragon Binding Iron Chain in the Dragon Imprisonment Formation, he could hardly exert his full strength.

The mournful, desolate sound of the flute seeped into his ears and into his mind, though not strong, it was extremely annoying, forcing him to once again divert some of his divine sense to isolate it.

At the same time, the Black Bear King also saw the young man controlling the array pat a piece of yellow paper on his body, and his spirit immediately soared. Then, bolts of lightning struck him one after another.

Or, with a simple raise of the hand, a purple beam would appear in the blink of an eye.

Or perhaps a piece of yellow paper will be pulled out and turn to ash, then transform into a golden light or flame, carrying the power of lightning, and crash down upon you.

Although these lightning bolts were unlikely to cause him fatal damage, they were constantly draining his demonic power.

The Black Bear King knew very well that these lightning bolts were not weak at all. If they were to strike the lesser demons of Three Absolutes Mountain, two or three bolts would probably be enough to kill them.

The Black Bear King's eyes were bloodshot; he wanted to kill the young man first.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw the young man take a step back and exit the array's light barrier.

Black Bear King, "..."

Gu Zhao manipulated the wooden plaque in his hand, pulling all the dragon-binding iron chains within the formation towards the Black Bear King, suppressing his divine sense and magical power with all his might. At the same time, he threw out thunder talismans as if they were free.

With Master Yihong acting as the tank, Gu Zhao unleashing his full damage output, and Zhuo Qingyan providing support from the side, the three of them combined their strength, and the Black Bear King was already at a disadvantage.

If the Black Bear King doesn't have a backup plan, he might be left here.

The Black Bear King was certainly not willing to die. His weapon was left behind at Sanjue Mountain, but he himself was a ferocious bear-shaped weapon.

The Black Bear King feigned an opening, drawing Daoist Yihong forward two steps. Then, with a long roar, its demonic power erupted from its dantian. At the cost of its own injury, its body transformed into a battering ram, leaving no room for retreat, and it charged towards Daoist Yihong like a meteor, leaving him no way to dodge.

If this attack succeeds and cripples Daoist Yihong, the situation on the battlefield will be completely turned around.

Seeing that Master Yihong's long sword was out in the air and he had no time to retaliate, the Black Bear King's eyes had already turned ferocious and savage. He wanted to disembowel the old master!
But just as he was halfway forward, a palm-sized, semi-circular object suddenly jumped out from the other person's chest, and then instantly transformed into a two-meter-high shield, protecting him behind him.

"what?"

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the Black Bear King stopped in his tracks, and then the shield in front of him retracted. A sharp blade of energy suddenly emerged from behind the shield, piercing through his slightly depleted demonic power and leaving a gash on his face.

The Black Bear King roared in disbelief, "You killed Old Tortoise Beyoncé too?"

(End of this chapter)