Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 443 Everyone takes turns, everyone has a chance

"Hahaha!"

"Hey hey hey!"

"Hehehe..."

The old Taoist priests all burst into laughter.

"Why did he have to come to Senior Brother Yuzhang of all people?"

"Do you really think the divine images he summoned with the Heavenly Canopy Mantra are just for show?"

"The true lineage of the Arctic Exorcism Institute is most skilled at expelling evil spirits, capturing demons, subduing malevolent spirits, and eliminating malevolent forces. In terms of destroying mountains and temples and waging war, they are even superior to us!"

Master Yuzhang smiled broadly and then continued his efforts.

"He removed all calamities from the heavens and man, and transformed into a Dharma King in the human world. He was a thousand feet tall with square teeth, and had four heads and eight arms, displaying divine light."

【Tianpeng's True Form Demon-Slaying Spell】

"Dispel the corpses and drive away any desires. Slay the demons with the hoe, the Flame Emperor and the Big Dipper. The four heavens and the heavenly laws, the divine blade that kills ten thousand demons. Purple Qi and crimson clouds, devouring demons across the body."

【Marshal's Demon-Subduing and Ghost-Slaying Spell】

"Mysterious light disperses across the sky's edge, and purple clouds return to the clear Milky Way. The wondrous energy illuminates the three mornings, and crimson clouds shine upon the Purple Palace."

【Three-Day Demon-Slaying Spell】

Master Yuzhang presided over the Qian position of the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation, but ended up turning the opening gate into a death gate. Under the blessing of the formation, the divine image of the immortals and the demon-slaying incantation chased after Yun Feiang.

A top-tier expert? A descendant of the Golden Roc? A practitioner of demonic arts?

Sorry, these are the tags I used!
Yun Feiang was furious!

He is the master of the Yuntian Divine Palace in Shanzhou, a descendant of the Golden-Winged Roc of the Spirit Realm, and a successor of the Demon Ancestor. He is a top-notch expert in this era, but at this moment he is trapped in the formation and being beaten by an ordinary elder of the Daluo Palace who is far inferior to him!

What face do they have left?

Yun Feiang calmed himself down, knowing that hiding any longer would only buy time. So he flapped his wings and charged left and right, coordinating with the torrent of sword energy to launch a counterattack.

Once he made his decision, the power of this great demon was revealed.

A golden light and black mist crisscrossed the formation, while a torrent of sword energy swirled and danced around him, exuding the domineering aura of a demon saint and the intimidating power of a demon god.

The divine forms manifested by the Tianpeng Divine Mantra were ultimately illusory, and were shattered one by one by Yun Feiang's counterattack.

However, Master Yuzhang had already achieved his goal. Firstly, he prevented Yun Feiang from breaking through the formation and leaving in one go, and secondly, he had already depleted a lot of Yun Feiang's magical power.

After these divine images were shattered, Master Yuzhang once again soared through the clouds, forming hand seals and chanting incantations. A new batch of divine images condensed, exuding awe-inspiring power and guarding the Qian position.

Then he extended his right hand, palm up, with the four fingers clasped together except for the index finger, and finally pointed the index finger at Yun Feiang, hooking it backward three times.

"Come here!"

Seeing Master Yuzhang's arrogance, the other Taoist priests laughed and cursed him.

However, Yun Feiang did not laugh. He leaped forward and headed towards the Dui position and the Jing Gate of Daoist Yi Hong and Daoist Yuan He.

Master Yihong wielded a crescent-shaped blade, while Master Yuanhe rode a pure Yang sword. Their attacks were characterized by overwhelming, sharp, and invincible sword and blade auras that blotted out the sky.

However, Yun Feiang's demonic power also happened to be sharp golden light, and he even added the five metal essences to the feathers that had fallen off over the past few hundred years, refining them into a sharp flying sword.

With Geng metal against Geng metal, Yun Feiang was confident that with his thousands of years of cultivation, he could not possibly be no match for these two ordinary elders of the Great Luo Palace.

As it turned out, Yun Fei'ang was indeed a great demon of a thousand years. His choice was not wrong. Even though the sword and saber energy of Daoist Yi Hong and Daoist Yuan He was like a vast ocean, overwhelming everything, Yun Fei'ang was like a sword energy tearing the sky, going against the current! The sharp auras collided, and the sharp tearing sound pierced through the void, which made all the old Daoists grimace and frown.

When they looked up, they saw Yun Feiang, carrying a torrent of sword energy, tear a gap in the sword and saber light barrier at Duiwei and rushing straight towards Daoist Yihong and Daoist Yuanhe.

"Brother, be careful!"

"The Eight Trigrams Circulate!"

Several old Taoist priests were about to offer assistance when they saw Master Yihong's eyes widen in anger, and with a swift movement, he stepped forward through the void.

As Master Yihong took a step, his figure grew larger.

With each step, one gains a point.

After taking nine steps, he transformed into a giant nearly two zhang tall, and the Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand also grew longer, reaching a length of two zhang and seven chi, with the blade tip resembling a green dragon spitting pearls.

However, although Master Yihong had grown larger, he was still too small and thin in front of the Golden-Winged Roc, whose wingspan was seven or eight zhang.

But neither Yun Feiang nor the old Taoists watching from a distance dared to underestimate Daoist Yihong.

This Taoist priest, who had followed Gu Zhao to slay demons and build the Daluo Palace from almost the very beginning, and was also the first to be stationed at the Daluo branch temple, was only two zhang tall, but his aura seemed to be ten thousand zhang tall!

With eyes wide open in anger and an imposing aura, he swung his long sword without hesitation, slashing out like a full moon.

"Those who sell their wares with cheap tricks, they'll get a taste of my knife!"

Master Yihong did not unleash his sword energy. Instead, he merged with his sword, took a step and moved to the front of Yun Feiang. He then unleashed his full sword power while Yun Feiang was still struggling to build up his strength, and slashed down with his long sword.

Yun Feiang's pupils shrank sharply. He saw that the opponent's crescent blade had instantly broken through his torrent of sword energy, and the blade was about to strike his head in the blink of an eye. Without hesitation, he used his sharp beak to meet the attack.

"Ding--"

With a crisp clang, Daoist Yihong was sent flying backward, his longsword bounced off, and his body followed suit. His hand holding the crescent blade trembled as he lost his grip, and his body shrank as he flew backward.

At the same time, a flurry of feathers scattered in all directions, and Yun Feiang also flew backward. His roc body seemed to suddenly lose all strength and spun downward as he fell.

Then, just as the two sword auras, one black and one white, formed a tai chi symbol and were about to engulf him, he let out a sharp cry, adjusted his body, and barely managed to pass over the tai chi symbol.

Even so, sword energy swept through the Tai Chi diagram, wiping out a portion of the demonic energy protecting him. Finally, a sword light flashed from the Tai Chi diagram, its tip carrying a black and white vortex, slicing off one of Yun Feiang's fingers.

"Wow—"

Yun Feiang let out a miserable cry, spread his wings, and took to the air.

Master Qingyuan shook his head regretfully, "I wanted to cut off one of his claws, but I only managed to reach one of his fingers."

Master Qingwei laughed heartily and said, "It's better to break one finger than to injure all ten; this is already very good!"

The old Taoist priests all stroked their beards and smiled, nodding in agreement.

This is the style of Master Qingyuan: low-key and reserved, never showing off, but when he strikes, he is steady, accurate and ruthless, and he always succeeds.

Just as Yun Feiang endured the excruciating pain and flipped himself into the air, he suddenly saw two old Taoist priests in another direction pointing their Thunderwood swords at him.

Yun Feiang jolted and was about to change direction when a multicolored light suddenly flashed before his eyes, filled with dazzling golden light and purple lightning.

"boom!"

A bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck Yun Feiang squarely on the top of his head.

(End of this chapter)