With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 400 Conceptual Heavenly Demon Sun Moon Starlight Holy Lance and Holy Sword!
Daoist Wuyang stood in mid-air, confronting him.

The magnificent palaces and pavilions behind him, like a mirage, created a dreamlike and enchanting scene.

A loud, clear voice emanated from within, dispelling the fog and mist.

A corner of the sky, obscured by the waning moon, was illuminated, revealing the silhouette of the black-robed figure.

His dark Taoist robe was covered with scarlet patterns, and his silver hair and beard were dyed dark purple.

His phoenix eyes gleamed with bloodlust, and thick black mist clung to the fingertips gripping the demonic sword.

The void where it stepped was scorched black, all its immortal aura vanished, leaving only a bone-chilling ferocity.

Upon seeing this, Wu Yang's heart skipped a beat.

The worst has happened: Lü Dongbin, the Pure Yang Sword Immortal enshrined at the Eight Immortals Temple, has truly been "tainted" by demons.
This black figure was actually a demon who had stolen the "incense and faith" and had donned a divine skin.

At this very moment, the demonic figure of Lü Dongbin in mid-air was telling Wu Yang the truth.

He finds it hard to accept, he can't accept it, he absolutely cannot accept it!
Wu Yang's pupils trembled, and his knuckles turned white from clenching his fists.

This demonic phantom burned his nerves like a branding iron.

That was the statue of the founder of the Eight Immortals Temple, whom he had worshipped since childhood!
A metallic taste rose in my throat, and the three flowers swayed wildly inside me.

The terrifying suspicions of the stolen incense offerings now manifested as the excruciating pain of a sword slicing through one's Dao heart.
The feeling of having one's faith defiled is like the sharpest divine weapon.

It kept piercing his heart and lungs, relentlessly.

And this is the terrifying aspect of the [Conceptual] Heavenly Demon!
By donning the guise of "gods," one can transform the incense offerings and obsessions of humankind, which have been passed down for millennia, into a hellish blade used to slaughter all living beings.

Conceptual demons are the most mysterious and rarest group among demons.

Solid-type demons have substance, while void-type demons have form.

The conceptual demons are formless and intangible, yet they can parasitize human evil thoughts, beliefs in gods and Buddhas, and other spiritual concepts.

Just like a martial artist's unwavering martial will until death, these can be twisted into a fanatical obsession, turning them into a demonic martial artist who has lost their will.

It is like the incense and prayers offered by believers, which are then stolen and turned into a poison that corrodes divinity.

These kinds of demons are best at elevating purity to extremes, turning protection into destruction, and faith into madness!
Lu Ang, who had rushed over from afar, felt his heart sink upon seeing this scene.

Wu Yang Daojun was blinded by his own involvement; seeing this scoundrel dressed as Lu Zu, his mind was in complete disarray.

But he knew the other party's true identity.

A demon general under the First Emperor, who calls himself "Lord Moon Shadow," is a terrifying being comparable to the lord of a top-tier level four demon nest!
Only by having two people join forces can they withstand this level of powerful demon and wait for Zhou Sheng's support.

Is Wu Yang Daojun in good condition now?
The sound of the Great Dao resounded through the night sky, and in an instant, a vast amount of true energy, like the Milky Way pouring out, swept towards the area around Lord Yueyin.

Wu Yang, dressed in a Taoist robe, was enveloped in a fierce wind. His entire body, imbued with the aura of crimson-gold true energy, burst forth with an intense light that pierced the heavens, running straight from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

Within the inner universe, the brilliance of the martial arts celestial sphere shines brightly.

The alternation of the sun and moon brings forth indescribable and wondrous changes to the body.

Starlight, sunlight, and moonlight fall upon the earth, transforming into a flawless brocade that fills the body.

Starlight flowed around him, transforming into an unimaginable and powerful force that empowered his physical body;
The sunlight condensed on his limbs and bones, igniting all the pure Yang energy he had cultivated over countless years.

Moonlight scattered across the surface of the skin, and the clear, cold moonlight flowed back onto the body, transforming into a suit of armor from the moon palace.

The midday sun, at full power, stood in the void, just like an immortal in the heavenly court, ranking among the celestial beings.

Lu Ang was still too young. He underestimated how unbreakable the martial arts will of an old king was!
Although Wu Yang was heartbroken at this moment, how could his Dao heart, which he had cultivated for three hundred years, be easily broken?
He clenched his fists, and the towering palace behind him, thousands of feet high, crashed down and crushed the enormous, upside-down moon in mid-air!
boom--!
The moment the terrifying collision resounded, Lu Ang also moved.

With a single gesture, the [Nine-Ring Dragon Slayer] divine blade, radiating nine-colored mystical light, adhered to his hand.

With a terrifying roar that shook the very soul, Lu Ang's figure appeared above Yueyin Jun's head.

He held the precious sword with both hands, and the shadow of the Heavenly Bear behind him, which blotted out the sky, also clenched his hands, pressing down along with the earth-shattering sword light!
"Earthshaking!"

Lu Ang's imposing, mountain-like figure formed a harmonious balance with the raging bear.

Before the blade even arrived, the violent shockwave had already pulverized the glacier, which stretched for thousands of feet, into dust.

The moment Yueyin Jun raised his sword to parry, Wuyang Daojun's whisk shone with a crimson light like a waterfall, as if it were capturing a ray of sunlight, and thrust straight towards his heart!

The two kings battled the demon general, as black mist and mysterious light intertwined to form a destructive torrent.

It spread for miles and lingered for a long time.
At the other end of the node, a figure transformed into white feathers and soared straight into the sky.

White feathers wove together to form his body, and countless rays of light converged at a single point. Zhou Yun stepped out of the light, as imposing and majestic as a deep pool.

He looked up at the void.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared across the night sky, and bursts of powerful dragon roars shattered the void.

A pale white dragon claw, as large as heaven and earth, emerged from the sky. Even the fingernail alone was hundreds of meters in size, making it hard to imagine how enormous and majestic the creature's true form was.

Zhou Yun stood with his hands behind his back, motionless.

The dragon claw stopped abruptly a few meters from his face, as if it had struck an indestructible, invisible barrier, and shattered into billions of bone fragments that vanished into the world in an instant.

[Zulong] is trapped by the rules deep inside and cannot approach the area around the node.

In the distance, rolling demonic clouds swept in.

Interspersed among them were countless celestial demons of various forms, their roars echoing across the sky.

There are several celestial demons that are comparable to grandmasters.

They were all subordinates sent by Zu Long to stop Zhou Yun from destroying the nodes.

Meanwhile, deep within, an even more terrifying demon is slowly awakening, summoned by the Ancestral Dragon.
Seeing this, Zhou Yun chuckled softly.

Then, a rippled sword, forged purely from light, was drawn from the void. With a gentle stroke, the world fell silent.

The sky-covering demonic clouds seemed to be swallowed by an invisible giant mouth. Before the demons could even see Zhou Yun's face clearly, they all turned into particles of light and dissipated.

Where the sword mark passed, it left only an endless, blazing white crack in the void, which lingered for a long time.

More feathers drifted down from the sky, accompanied by a holy glow that fell around Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun raised his left hand, which was not holding a sword, and countless feathers of light seemed to be summoned, fluttering and gathering together.

First, thousands of feathers condensed into the spear shaft, with blazing white light flowing and solidifying between the feathers. Then, the purest white feathers curled into an incomparably sharp spear tip, with a shimmering radiance shining at the tip.

Zhou Yun's body transformed into a rainbow, the tip of his spear pointing directly at the void node.

In an instant, the gleaming white spear light, like a comet piercing the sun, shot towards the sky with a radiance that purifies all things!

Countless feather blades burst forth from the spear tip, transforming into flowing chains of light that shredded the spatial structure, causing the entire sky to collapse like a mirror.

Deep within the Demon Nest, the ancestral dragon roared in fury. Zhou Yun hurled the light spear into the rift with a backhand.

The moment the gun pierced through, countless feather fragments exploded like stars, transforming into a monstrous wave that swept across the vast demonic realm.

The low-level demons affected by the attack dissipated into vapor before they could even utter a sound.

The undulating mountains within the Demon Nest were all evaporated in the white light at this moment.

At this moment, the radiance illuminated the celestial phenomenon of "Boundless Night".

The final burst of blazing light from the spear tip was like a supernova explosion, completely melting the node entrance into a massive, kilometer-diameter crater of glazed glass.

Zhou Yun transformed into white feathers and vanished, leaving only the echoing chants of falling feathers throughout the world.

When the world is silent, in the deepest part of the demon's lair.

The Ancestral Dragon slowly retracted its sharp claws; its body undulated and stretched as far as the eye could see.

Its eyes, like two blood moons, hung high in the sky, then gradually slid down until the dragon's head lay prostrate on the ground.

The moment I closed my eyes, the surroundings returned to complete darkness once again.

"You ant-like creature, the day I descended to earth, you were the first thing I devoured."

Zhou Sheng's body was etched into the heart of the master of this [Ultimate Darkness].
At the foot of the Qinling Mountains.

Several flashes of mysterious light appeared, and Wu Yang and Lu Ang stepped out of the demon's lair one after the other.

Wu Yang looked slightly tired; although he was unharmed, he was very listless.

Lu Ang has returned to human form, and the Nine-Ringed Dragon-Slaying Divine Blade has transformed into countless golden light particles that dissipate and return to his body.

"Lord Wu Dao, things have come to this point, it's time to make a decision."

The Moon Lord can manipulate the incense offerings of Lu Zu, indicating that demonic corruption has already occurred, and the situation is clear.

Wu Yang said in a hoarse voice:
"Lord Lu, on behalf of the Baxian Temple, I will fully cooperate with your work."

Now can you tell me the relevant intelligence that the country possesses?

After listening to Lu Ang's explanation, Wu Yang nodded helplessly.

"No wonder the old Taoist priest has been restless since last month; it turns out that Lu Zu's temple was discovered back then."

"Yes, apart from Lu Zu, the probability of the other seven immortals being corrupted by demons is also very high, and their incense offerings must be cut off."

Lu Ang's words were resolute and unwavering.

Wu Yang walked slowly by himself, as if he hadn't heard Lu Ang speak.

After a moment, once the atmosphere had solidified, he stammered out:

"The Eight Immortals... are known in legends for traveling together, punishing evil and helping the world. It is only right that they stand together in times of trouble today."

"The Daoist Lord is wise and reasonable; Lu Ang admires him greatly."

Wu Yang waved his hand and asked again:

"Lord Lu, according to what you just said, an image of Lu Zu's faith has appeared in Fucheng. Should this old Taoist deal with it while we're at it?"

"The state has already selected the right people to handle, and they are all within a controllable range. Let the little ones gain some experience, and Daojun can focus on dealing with matters of faith within the sect."

As compensation, after [Lingnu] is allocated as a resource area, the national share held by the garrison will be transferred to Gui'an, excluding Zhou Sheng's share.

Wu Yang nodded and said:

"Thank you."

The martial arts resources are real, even though the Eight Immortals' incense is no longer burning.

But as long as the temple remains, the martial arts spirit will endure.

The day after the battle, the operation to eliminate the remaining Heavenly Demons continued in Ling Nu Demon's lair.

Xu Qingfeng, Chu Yanlong, and the others were also aware of the great battle that had broken out at the previous node.

Considering that it is unknown whether there are still remnants of the Ancestral Dragon's Nest mixed among Ling Nu.

For safety reasons, several men chose to end their conscription early and go home to enjoy their retirement.
Xu Qingfeng returned laden with a large bag, and as he left the Demon Nest, he couldn't wait to show off to the good pigeons.

The call connected, but all that came from the other end was the sound of heavy, labored breathing.

[Lao Meng, what are you doing!]

(End of this chapter)