Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 168 Five Thunder Dragon Imprisoning Formation

At midnight, the moonlight was as clear as if it had been washed.

A wisp of cloud drifted by, obscuring half the moon and casting a shadow over the originally gleaming golden tiles on the roof of the Golden Wind Hall, making them appear dim and lifeless.

The daytime hustle and bustle had subsided, and the people who burned incense to worship the gods had gone home to rest. Only from a hall in the backyard could one faint groan be heard.

Inside the hall, the Golden Wind God King, dressed in half-armor, was playing a game with the Cloud Consort, who was dressed in half-veil.

Consort Yun's shoulders were partially exposed, and her hair was disheveled, but she still maintained a dignified and graceful expression, as if she were doing something solemn and sacred.

"Good Consort Yun, I will give you another wisp of golden divine light to help you gather your divinity."

As soon as the Golden Wind God King finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, and he retreated to the floor below the bed, instantly donning full armor.

Consort Yun also sensed the change in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth outside, and a fierce glint flashed in her eyes, "They're here?"

Thirty-six wooden stakes, inconspicuous in the darkness but exuding a powerful spiritual aura, suddenly descended from the sky.

"Shh!"

The Dragon-Locking Light Curtain appeared instantly, enveloping the entire Golden Wind Hall.

Golden Wind God King's expression changed drastically, "A restriction!"

The next moment, the Dragon Binding Rope reached in from the outside and swung wildly within the Golden Wind Hall.

"rise!"

With a fierce shout, the Golden Wind God King caused the statue in the Golden Wind Hall to suddenly shine brightly. A ray of golden light instantly illuminated the entire Golden Wind Hall as if it were daytime, forcing back the thirty-six dragon-binding iron chains.

As the thirty-six dragon-binding ropes receded slightly, a wisp of Taiyi wind and fire descended from the sky, forming a vast, fiery cloud above the Golden Wind Hall, which then transformed into fiery tornadoes that swept down towards the houses below.

"what!"

"Who is coming!"

"kill!"

Calls and shouts came from the houses below the hall. Some mortal followers cried out and scattered. Then, many sorcerers and ghosts rushed out, wielding weapons or using their magic to resist the wind and fire.

Suddenly, the six lanterns inside the Golden Wind Hall emitted a ghostly light, and the six mental attacks transformed into six sharp arrows, instantly piercing through the wind and fire and shooting towards a certain place in mid-air.

"it is good!"

A teasing cheer rang out, and Daoist Yansong revealed himself. With a thought, he shredded the six sharp arrows. Then he felt the six arrows transform into six chains forming a net, enveloping him and pulling him down.

Master Yansong chuckled and, without resistance, landed in the Golden Wind Hall.

The Golden Wind God King suddenly appeared in mid-air above the main hall of the Golden Wind Hall. He looked at Daoist Yansong, who could also fly, his eyes narrowed, and he asked sharply, "Who are you?"

"Kill your people!"

A sharp shout rang out, and a figure also descended from the sky, his crescent blade cleaving through the clouds.

The clouds dispersed, and moonlight shone down. Against the backdrop of the surrounding flames, a dazzling silver light flashed on the side of the blade. This silver light left afterimages along with the blade, as fleeting as a white horse galloping past.

When the Golden Wind God King saw the blade's light, the blade was already right in front of him.

"Slash!" The Golden Wind God King's pupils shrank sharply, only then realizing that the opponent actually had a top expert with more than five hundred years of cultivation.

But the Golden Wind God King was no pushover; he clasped his hands together, and a golden light enveloped him.

"when!"

A loud bang echoed throughout the entire Golden Wind Hall, accompanied by shockwaves that spread outwards and created a thin ripple on the Dragon-Locking Light Screen.

Master Yihong swung his long sword around his body before slashing at the Golden Wind God King's ribs, sending him flying.

The Golden Wind God King stopped in his tracks, and then felt a chill in his soul. The surrounding environment suddenly transformed into a gloomy and cold icy valley, covered in frost and filled with jagged rocks, resembling an icy hell.

"Playing illusions with me?" The Golden Wind God King's soul stirred, and his golden spiritual power broke through the Yin Qi that enveloped his body, dispelling the illusionary Netherworld Prison.

Master Jingfeng stepped into the Golden Wind Hall, nodded, and said, "A vengeful ghost that's been around for several hundred years is indeed extraordinary!"

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning descended from the sky and struck the Golden Wind God King on the head, but it was blocked by his protective golden light.

Master Mingyu appeared beside Master Jingfeng and commented, "His protective golden light comes from absorbing the power of incense and prayers, and carries a trace of the divinity of incense, making him more resistant to lightning."

However, he was, after all, a ghost, and because he did not observe the precepts in his daily life, a malevolent aura lingered around him, causing his divinity to be impure, mixed with yin energy, making him scattered and chaotic. He truly wasted the people's reverence for the gods.

Gu Zhao and Yun Yang followed the four of them in.

"Just as you look like a statue." Gu Zhao clicked his tongue. "You really did mold your image into a statue for people to worship. It's only because you're dead that you're doing this. If you were alive, it would shorten your lifespan!"

The Golden Wind God King before them hovered in mid-air, with a well-proportioned figure, a broad back and a narrow waist, wearing a towering crown, golden chainmail, and cloud-patterned shoes. He was handsome, brave, and had a dignified and imposing presence.

In addition, his protective aura, which radiates wisps of golden light, makes him an undeniably handsome figure.
The Golden Wind God King's face was gloomy. He glanced at Daoist Yansong, then at Daoist Yihong, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. "No wonder you dared to offend my divine might. So you have two experts here, but..."

"I've been waiting for you!" the Golden Wind God King roared. "Activate the formation!"

With a flick of his wrist, the Golden Wind God King conjured a lamp in his palm, and then the wick within the lamp suddenly lit up.

The next moment, all 132 lanterns in the Golden Wind Hall lit up at the same time, and countless wronged souls surged out. A total of 1,320 vengeful ghosts screamed and cried out in agony, then mingled into the light and eroded the mind.

"My beloved concubine!"

At the call of the Golden-Red God King, Consort Yun appeared beside him, holding a small banner in her hand. With a gentle wave, beams of golden light shot out from the banner and towards the six people in the courtyard.

At the same time, in addition to the dozens of evil spirits of sorcerers around them, eighteen golden ghosts shone with loud howls, exuding the magical power and cultivation of hundreds of years, and flew into the main hall to attack the crowd.

The fact that the opponent actually had two experts was indeed beyond the Golden Wind God King's expectations. Therefore, he did not hold back at all. The trap formations that covered the Golden Wind Hall, his personal magic weapon Golden Wind Divine Banner, and eighteen expert protectors were all mobilized to ensure a decisive victory.

"I love this style!" Yun Yang drew his sword with a backhand stroke, unleashing the Azure Dragon Emerging from the Water move. The image of Lu Zu suddenly appeared, and the long sword pointed directly at a Golden Wind Protector rushing towards him. "If you want to fight, then fight! Stop talking nonsense!"

A faint, melodious, and plaintive flute melody drifted into the Golden Wind Hall, clashing with the wailing and howling of ghosts. It seeped into the ears of the Golden Wind Cult members, gradually eroding their will.

Gu Zhao smiled slightly, took out the control array wooden tablet in his hand, and poured his magic power into it. Thunderclouds began to flash in the sky, and at the same time, five colors of light, namely blue, red, white, black and yellow, shone.

"The Five Thunder Dragon Imprisoning Formation, please enlighten me, Golden Wind God King."

(End of this chapter)