Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 263 The Trip Was Perfect

"Great! Luo! Palace!"

Gu Zhao stared intently and saw that the sorcerer was a middle-aged man with a short beard, while the ghost was a woman with bright and heavy makeup. However, the sorcerer's eyes were filled with resentment as he looked at the crowd, while the woman looked at the burly man with a bushy beard lying on the ground with a pained expression.

"You killed Yilong!" The woman looked at Master Qingwei, her eyes glowing red.

Master Qingwei brandished his longsword and coldly shouted, "His murderous aura is as dark as ink, and he has committed countless evils. Are we going to leave him alive for the New Year?"

"Kill them!" the woman screamed.

"After I've wiped you all out, I'll head to Changping..." The monk had barely finished speaking when Daoist Yansong, Daoist Jingfeng, Daoist Qingyuan, and Daoist Shenhao all attacked at once.

The Taiyi Wind and Fire arrived in an instant, and the Mingling Prison and the Huoyi Prison enveloped the mage and the female ghost from the left and right respectively. Then, a long sword was thrust into the mage's heart, and a flame appeared between the female ghost's eyebrows.

Gu Zhao took a step back and with a wave of his hand, a five-colored thundercloud condensed, protecting Daoist Qingwei and the others behind him.

“These two have recovered quite a bit; you can’t defeat them yet.” Gu Zhao pointed to the battlefield. “Watch your senior uncles defend against the enemy.”

Master Qingwei watched as Master Qingyuan used the Tai Chi sword to trap the middle-aged sorcerer in the middle, using his own strength against him and even using his magic to counterattack. Master Qingwei couldn't help but admire him greatly.

However, no one paid much attention to Master Qingyuan, because the Tai Chi method requires a lot of comprehension and foundation. Master Qingyuan's current level of cultivation is the result of decades of hard work.

They were focused on Daoist Yansong's Taiyi Wind and Fire, Daoist Jingfeng's Fengdu Divine Prison Ghost General, and the Flowing Gold Fire Bell, which everyone had read about in the Daoist scriptures but was only now truly witnessing its power.

The thought of their own magical flying swords possessing such power in the future ignited everyone's excitement.

On the battlefield, although life and death are uncertain, victory and defeat are already clear.

Master Yansong possessed the highest magical power, and the Taiyi Wind and Fire was fierce and yang, making it difficult for the two to exert their yin energy spells. Master Jingfeng's Fengdu Divine Prison further suppressed the two's souls and consciousness, one being icy cold and the other scorching hot, making it even more difficult for the human and ghost, who were of compatible kin, to cooperate with each other when dealing with different divine prisons.

The Taoist priest Qingyuan was positioned in the center of the Taiyi Wind and Fire formation, his long sword never straying more than three inches from the monk's body. If the monk had not possessed extraordinary magical power and protected himself so thoroughly, he would probably have already been beheaded.

Master Shenhao's golden fire bell swirled around the female ghost, the golden flames carrying strands of gold that trapped her in the middle, while the tinkling sound filled her ears, carrying the soul-suppressing and awe-inspiring Taoist divine music, causing her to scream in pain.

The Taoist priest was already at a disadvantage, and he was also injured. Now, facing the siege of four old Taoist priests, the human and the ghost were completely overwhelmed.

The couple was stunned by the sudden outburst from the four old Taoist priests, only then realizing that they were not low-level henchmen from the Daluo Palace, but experts from the palace!

"How did you find us?" the mage shouted, his dantian trembled, and his magical power surged aimlessly. After temporarily forcing back Taiyi Fenghuo and Qingyuan Daoist, he tried to escape back the way he came.

This is a passage in the grotto that leads to a deeper part, directly to the underground of the ancient battlefield in the back mountain. It was originally the place where the Stone King used to cultivate in seclusion, but he later discovered it and used it to heal his injuries.

As long as they can escape there, they can either use the boundless chilling power of the ancient battlefield to defend themselves or escape through the well-connected paths, which is better than being trapped and dying in this cave.

The monk's stern shout was the signal, and the female ghost also let out a mournful howl. Then, seizing the opportunity, she reached out and waved her hand, trying to knock away the golden fire bells that were flying around her.

But she was wrong. The moment her ghostly hand touched the fire bell, as if stimulated by an even stronger yin energy, flames burst forth on the surface of the golden fire bell, and the sound of the bell became even more shrill.

The piercing clanging sound seemed like a resounding bell deep within her soul, stunning the female ghost for two breaths.

In a battle between masters, one cannot afford to lose focus for even a moment, let alone two breaths. Seeing the female ghost in a daze, Master Shenhao flicked his wrist and unleashed another golden light, saying, "Beat!"

The next moment, the golden light struck the female ghost, shattering her ghostly body. Then, a tiger's roar rang out, accompanied by the sound of the golden fire bell, which also shattered the female ghost's soul.

"Jieru!" The middle-aged monk's eyes widened in fury, but he didn't stop and continued flying into the cave.

But before he could even enter the cave, he saw that the Taoist priest who had just been holding the sword had already blocked his way.

Following his momentum, Master Qingyuan thrust his sword forward, and a small black and white Tai Chi symbol condensed on the tip of the sword.

Although this picture is smaller than a thumb, the pure white and the deep black exude a sharp and grand aura, containing extremely strong magical power and concentrated destructive force.

The middle-aged monk's pupils contracted sharply. He wanted to retreat, but he found that the Taiyi wind and fire around him had already swept over him, while the Mingling Ghost Prison in his sea of ​​consciousness exuded endless coldness, as if it wanted to freeze his thoughts.

"Come and die!"

Knowing he had no chance of survival this time, the middle-aged monk neither dodged nor avoided, but gathered all his magical power and condensed it into an extremely dark skeletal ghost shadow, which, with a soul-stirring aura, crashed into the Qingyuan Taoist priest who was blocking his way.

But as soon as the skull collided with the sword tip, the yin-yang symbol on the sword tip spun, and the previously incredibly solidified skeletal ghost began to dissipate.

The middle-aged monk concentrated all his strength, but he still couldn't stop the Tai Chi diagram from dissolving it.

In just a moment, Master Qingyuan's longsword pierced through the skeletal ghost, and all the yin energy passed by him without harming him in the slightest.

But his longsword plunged straight in, piercing the middle-aged mage's heart.

With a gentle twist of the Tai Chi Qi, his heart meridian was completely severed.

The middle-aged monk gave up resisting the suppression of his consciousness by the Netherworld Prison. Instead, a faint black light emanated from his eyes, as if he wanted to attack Qingyuan Daoist's soul through his eyes.

But what he saw was still a constantly rotating Tai Chi diagram. The black light had only just invaded Qingyuan Daoist's sea of ​​consciousness when it was dissolved and dispersed by his Tai Chi true meaning, and then guided into the void, never to be seen again.

The next moment, the middle-aged monk's eyes went limp, his sea of ​​consciousness was suppressed and crushed by the Netherworld Prison, his soul dissipated, and he died and his Dao vanished.

The two men exuded a lot of malevolent energy, which was divided among the four old Taoist priests. Each of them received a considerable benefit, especially the Taoist priests Qingyuan and Shenhao, whose cultivation was relatively weaker, who even smiled.

One solidified its realm, the other strengthened its foundation.

Gu Zhao also gained something. Although he didn't take action, he only shared the evil energy, and the progress bar for the next lightning seed was already mostly filled.

Master Yansong dispersed the Taiyi Wind and Fire, leaving only some corpses at the scene. They then went into the passage again and circled around, but found no more enemies. They returned and blocked the passage before heading back outside the Stone King Cave.

"By the way, which faction do they belong to?" Gu Zhao suddenly asked. "Is it the Forgotten Soul Palace or the Incense Recitation Sect?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback and exchanged bewildered glances.

It seems... nobody's paying attention!
(End of this chapter)