Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 375 The Great Sun Mystic Light Opens the Heavens Demon Ancestor

"You mudskipper, who is this Demon Ancestor you speak of?" A loud voice rang in the black dragon's ear.

A magnificent figure flashed through Mo Jiao's mind. The figure sat in the center of the black sun, with four heads and eight arms, forming the Eight Laws Seal. Earth, water, wind, and fire gathered in the palms, in both positive and negative positions, possessing the power to destroy the world and the ability to create the world.

Mo Jiao recalled the methods taught by the Demon Ancestor, the Demon Ancestor's murmured instructions, the Demon Realm within his Ink Lake, and the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique he was about to complete.

Mo Jiao didn't want to die. A glint of inspiration flashed in his eyes, and he exhaled, "Great Sun Profound Light Heaven-Opening Demon Ancestor!"

"The crimson wheel devours the sea of ​​calamity, the profound light shatters the heavens. The Demon Ancestor of Creation arrives, and the four laws re-enter the cycle!"

The black dragon let out a long roar, urging the magic within its body. The demonic thoughts in its sea of ​​consciousness blazed fiercely, actually erasing the sound of the Three Pure Ones Bell. At the same time, it kept repeating the sound in its sea of ​​consciousness, communicating with the beings in the dark.

All the old Taoists sensed that something was wrong with the black dragon.

“This demon is different from the Lord of the Netherfire Sect,” Daoist Yihong said sharply.

“That Netherfire Cult Leader clearly only practiced some unknown demonic art, while this mudfish has a real background.” Daoist Yansong raised an eyebrow.

Master Shenhao's eyes narrowed. "Great Sun Mystic Light, creating heaven and earth, what a boastful tone!"

Master Mingyu held the Thunderwood Sword and pointed it into the distance, saying, "Look at his eyes!"

Through the array, everyone stared intently and saw that the black dragon's eyes momentarily lost focus, and then a dark, mysterious light flashed in its eyes, within which a great sun seemed to appear.

Everyone seemed to see a magnificent figure reflected in the black dragon's pupils.

This figure blotted out the sky, magnificent and dazzling, yet it was covered in black light, ferocious and terrifying, carrying endless malevolent energy and malice, as if it wanted to destroy the world before it and create a world full of demonic thoughts.

"The Heavenly Demon has descended upon the world, and the Demon Ancestor has revealed himself?"

The old Taoist priests were also startled and hurriedly chanted in unison, "May the Heavenly Venerable bestow boundless blessings!"

"Honoring the Three Pure Ones!"

"By the Jade Emperor of the Azure Heaven!"

"By the Great Emperor of Fengdu in the Northern Underworld!"

"By the Supreme Emperor of the Eastern Peak Heavenly Qi Rensheng!"

"By the Great Emperor of the Central Heaven Purple Star and the North Pole!"

"Marshal Tianpeng, I pay my respects!"

"By the True Martial Demon-Subduing Emperor!"

"Patriarch Chunyang, above all!"

Seeing the terrifying demonic shadow appear in the eyes of the black dragon, the old Taoists did not hesitate either. They all sketched Taoist gods in their sea of ​​consciousness, and their eyes also shone with divine light, their magical power and true qi shining brightly.

"Destroy the demons! Destroy the demons! Destroy the demons!"

"boom!"

Demonic thoughts run rampant, and demonic energy is overwhelming!
The Eight Trigrams circulate, and the Eight Gates lock the heavens!
Sharpness, Celestial God, Thunder, Great Sun, Gale, Divine Prison, Colorful Light, and Tai Chi locked down the entire sky, and no matter how fiercely the Ink Dragon's demonic energy exploded, the formation remained unmoved.

"Ding-a-ling-ding-a-ling--"

The clear bell rang again, and the five-colored thunderclouds overhead gathered once more.

Just then, as the Ink Dragon chanted the demon's name with its divine soul, a thought suddenly flashed through its mind and appeared in its sea of ​​consciousness.

"The ancestor is recuperating. You have woken me up. If I can't explain myself clearly, then... um?"

"Ancestor, I passed on to you the Dragon Transformation Magic to help you imprison the divine dragon. On the day of your success, you are about to die?"

"waste!"

"How dare you kill my pawn! Let the old ancestor see which ant you are!"

The next moment, the phantom of the Demon Lord in the black dragon's pupils opened its eyes, and what rushed towards it were countless sword energies, gale-force winds and thunder, and blazing sun flames.

Great Sun Mystic Light Creation Demon Ancestor: ? ? ?

"The Daoist arts?" The Demon Ancestor exclaimed in surprise. "The legacy of the Three Pure Ones? The spells of Tianpeng, the brute under the command of the hypocrite Ziwei? And why is that old ghost from Fengdu getting involved too? And..."

The Demon Ancestor seemed to have seen an irreconcilable enemy, and felt extremely envious. "Pu Hua, you old bastard, your thunder magic!" The next moment, the Five Directions Savage Thunder Spell crashed down. What entered the Demon Ancestor's eyes, besides the purple-gold light that filled his eyes, was also a faint and mysterious aura.

"No, that's..."

"boom!"

The purple-gold lightning struck down, scattering the demonic energy of the black dragon and striking its head directly, severing one of its dragon horns.

The black dragon couldn't help but let out a mournful cry, its body plummeting uncontrollably as it howled, "Ancestor, save me!"

"I'll save you my ass!"

The Demon Ancestor left a message in his mind, and then vanished in an instant.

Mo Jiao: ? ? ?
The Great Sun Demon Lord in Mo Jiao's eyes disappeared, and his spirituality reappeared. What he saw then was lightning striking his head again.

"Boom!"

Another dragon horn was cleaved off.

"hold head high--"

The black dragon was filled with demonic energy and chaotic demonic aura. Not only were its dragon horns broken and its dragon scales shattered, but even the source of its dantian was severely injured. Strands of black energy swirled around it, trying to repair itself.

The black dragon was filled with resentment. It struggled to raise its head and look at the surrounding thunder, flames, and ghostly sword energy.

"I'm not willing...I'm not willing..."

"I'm not reconciled!"

The black dragon roared loudly, then opened its mouth and spat out a bead larger than a person.

The bead was crystal clear, with what appeared to be flowing black mercury inside. Its surface shimmered with ever-changing five-colored black, and wisps of black vapor swirled around it, turning into black smoke clouds. This made the dragon bead seem neither good nor evil.

"Dragon Ball?"

"Wow, this Dragon Ball is huge!"

"Of course it can be shrunk."

"It's full of demonic energy; we don't even know if it'll be usable."

"Get it first, then we'll talk!"

"No! Fusheng, you idiot! This mudfish is about to self-destruct its dragon ball!"

"boom!"

Although the Demon Ancestor's divine sense had vanished, although the Ink Dragon had exhausted most of its magical power and was severely injured, although the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation sealed off the space, and although the old Taoists could currently overwhelm him, however…

They still couldn't stop the Ink Dragon from self-destructing its dragon ball.

With a deafening roar, the Ink Dragon Pearl exploded. The demonic energy and magical power that surged forth in that instant were extremely powerful, blasting a gap in the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation, revealing the true world before the Ink Dragon's eyes.

"Whoosh-"

Without further hesitation, the black dragon turned and flew out through the gap.

His eyes gleamed with hope for life. Although he had self-destructed the Dragon Ball, as long as he returned to Ink Lake, the eight-hundred-mile stretch of Ink Lake would be his greatest advantage. He was confident that he could rely on Ink Lake to save his life.

As long as he survives, he will have a chance to recover from his injuries, and once he recovers, he can make a comeback!

Then he saw a young figure suddenly appear in front of him. The figure seemed to have just taken a step and then stood right in front of him.

Madness gleamed in the black dragon's eyes. Its mouth opened wide, revealing rings of monstrous teeth that lunged at the young figure before it.

Gu Zhao stood calmly in the void, gently raising his hand and extending a finger, pointing at the black dragon.

Then, Bai Fei and Li Qingshuang, who flew from the north, saw a slender but dazzling purple-gold lightning bolt shoot out from Gu Zhao's fingertip.

The black dragon, which had cultivated for over three thousand years, perished under this bolt of lightning and fell to the ground.

Mo Jiao, die!

(End of this chapter)