The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 276 Where this body stands, all paths bow down!
That three-legged golden crow was pierced through the heart by Yi, the strongest war god of the human race during the reign of Emperor Yao, with a specially made arrow several thousand years ago. As the flames gradually died down, it was about to turn into copper and iron. In recent years, it has been almost kept alive by the blood of Kaiming.

Previously, while in Zhou Yan's arms, she was holding onto a branch of the bronze divine wood, relying on the wood's power to generate fire to stabilize her life force and emotions. But just now, when Zhou Yan threw it out, he casually pulled the branch away.

The sleeping three-legged golden crow was immediately awakened.

Then he realized he was about to be swallowed up. Stimulated by the water, the flames instantly expanded and became violent. The lion cat's blue glaze fire was no match for the surging undercurrents of the Bashe Lord and was restrained by the water. However, the water vapor of the Bashe Lord was no match for the true fire of the sun.

In an instant, the Lord of the Bashe raised his head and roared. The terrible howl almost echoed throughout the entire waters, stirring up the undercurrents. Countless fish turned into blood mist amidst the endless screams of agony.

The more pain He was in, the more instinctively He would mobilize the purest water within His body to try to extinguish the Great Sun Fire within Him. The three-legged golden crow, having already encountered several crises and been attacked by the water vapor, would naturally unleash its full power to resist.

boom! ! !
As streams of energy dispersed around them, the demon-hunting team immediately scattered.

Zhou Yan reacted the fastest, followed by Shen Cangming.

Zhou Yan held his three-pointed double-edged sword in front of him, his eyes fixed on the struggling Bashe Lord. Qingyuan Jun roared in pain, his scales still incredibly hard, but dazzling golden light poured out from the gaps in the scales.

Like a great sun, it rose from this point.

The water around the serpent instantly turned into clouds, and the surrounding water could not be replenished immediately, so it turned into a mysterious form of water mist impacting and flowing. Golden light refracted layer by layer in the mist and water ripples, and the Judean sun fell into the sea of ​​clouds, turning into eight hundred miles of fiery clouds.

Amidst the boundless, colossal creature stirring up the water vapor, struggling but unable to break free due to the seal of King Yu, and only able to roar and howl in agony, the young Taoist was surrounded by layers of dark, undulating water currents.

His sleeves rolled up, his eyes were cold and clear, and a bloodthirsty aura surrounded him.

The stark contrast between the ancient Qingyuan Jun's roar and the extreme pain he endured, a pain he had never experienced even when facing King Yu, made the young Taoist appear all the more aloof and extraordinary, while Qingyuan Jun's pain and ferocity seemed even more intense.

The young Taoist priest held a three-pointed, double-edged knife at an angle.

"Don't you like to eat it?"

"Your appetite isn't very good, is it?"

"This humble Taoist priest's sun is enough to satisfy all your hunger!"

"Delicious!"

Kaiming's cheeks twitched, and he murmured, "This kid, how come this kid is even more bloodthirsty than King Yu?" Qingyuan Jun wanted to extinguish the Great Sun Fire but could not, and wanted to use the Dharma Realm, but was blocked by King Yu's chains.

The intense pain and resentment ignited a powerful madness within Him.

Qingyuan-jun's gaze was fixed on Zhou Yan, his eyes turning crimson:

"In that case, let's die together!!"

He opened his mouth and suddenly bit Zhou Yan. He knew that he had swallowed the Great Sun Golden Crow and would probably not get away with it. Rather than die under the human army, he would rather swallow these people in one gulp. Even if he died, he would send these people on their way first!

A frenzied, violent, and savage aura, belonging to the ancient evil gods and calamities, exploded out.

Before everyone's eyes, the Lord of the Bashe had already bitten down hard, seizing Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan raised the Earth Soul Heaven-Shattering Spear, Yu the Great's divine weapon, and forcefully wedged it here, holding up the upper and lower jaws of the Bashe, preventing it from biting down or easily swallowing.

In his rage, the Lord of the Bashe (a mythical snake) grew back in size. He carried Zhou Yan and slammed him against the underwater ground and rocks, trying to shake Zhou Yan off. However, the young Taoist was also filled with anger and refused to let go.

The man and the snake were locked in a fierce struggle, unable to break free. The serpent's master, driven to madness, charged at Zhou Yan, rushing towards the water, intending to forcefully throw Zhou Yan out of the Jialing River basin and sever Zhou Yan's control over the river's flow.

Meanwhile, Lord Qingyuan's riot had already stirred up the waters of the Jialing River, causing turmoil and unrest. The waves of the Jialing River crashed against the surrounding area, and Taoist disciples and Tang Dynasty Xuan officials had already followed the aura and come over.

The land of Sichuan has been a center of Taoist tradition since ancient times.

Pay homage to the Dujiangyan Irrigation System and seek enlightenment at Mount Qingcheng.

Huai Chenyu was a disciple of the Chongxuan School of Taoism. This lineage, which integrates the thoughts of Laozi and Zhuangzi with the Madhyamaka philosophy of Buddhism, was a very important branch of Taoism in the Tang Dynasty. He was over forty years old. He had cultivated in a prosperous era, but seeing the chaos of the world, he became disheartened and went into seclusion in the mountains.

On this day, when he was casting a divination, the hexagrams changed in many ways. When he tried to interpret the hexagrams, he saw the copper coins break in half right before his eyes, and he spat out blood. He didn't even know whose head he had divined.

Just as they were in a panic, they heard a thunderous roar from the Jialing River. They rushed out with their disciples and stood on a small hill to look out. As soon as they got there, they were hit by a spray of water.

Just as I was about to look again, I suddenly heard a loud roar!
boom! ! !
Amidst the raging, dark red floodwaters of the Jialing River, a colossal, bluish-black shadow, resembling a moving mountain range, pierced the surface of the water. Its dark scales blazed with golden flames. Huai Chenyu stared in disbelief at the sight, while a gasp of surprise rang out from the side.

"Oh, that's...it's Young Hero Zhou?!"

The speaker was a charming young girl with an oval face and a fox tail. Beside her were an old woman and a little child. They were the fox family that Zhou Yan and Shen Cangming had encountered while traveling in Chang'an: Hu Erniang, Qingzhu, and Lingxi.

The land of Sichuan is rich in spiritual energy.

Hu Erniang was a demon merchant recognized by the Tang Dynasty. When Huai Chenyu was in seclusion, he often did business with Hu Erniang and her group. He also knew that there was another ancestor behind them, who was the elder that Hu Erniang and Zhou Yan mentioned when they talked about the Qingming Fangzhu.

They came here to do business, but they never expected to encounter the Jialing River riots.

With a startled cry, Huai Chenyu finally saw that inside the enormous and terrifying serpent, Calamity, was a young Taoist priest dressed in an elegant dark blue robe, his sideburns flying.

Huai Chenyu's heart skipped a beat when he saw that the young Taoist's dark blue robe had the Big Dipper embroidered in silver thread on the hem. He thought that if this young man wasn't so audacious as to wear a Taoist robe recklessly, then his status and seniority in the Taoist sect must be quite high.

Qingzhu and Zhou Yan, Shen Cangming had been separated for about half a year.

Upon seeing it, he was overjoyed, yet also worried and nervous. He tugged at his grandmother's sleeve and cried out, "Grandma, Grandma, why is Brother Zhou fighting with such a monster?!"

"How can we help him?"

Hu Erniang was dizzy from being shaken and cried out, "Don't shake me, don't shake me! I couldn't beat this young hero Zhou back then. We're doing business, not killing and slaying demons. What can this old woman do?"

"This is probably..."

Huai Chenyu gasped, "Bashe?!"

Hu Erniang was horrified: "Is it the ancient giant serpent that's so legendary in Sichuan?!"

While fear gripped the area, the fighting on the other side was even more intense.

The Lord of the Bashe, Qingyuanjun, felt an excruciating pain in his abdomen. He could only suppress it briefly with his pure water elemental attack. What followed was an even more intense and violent aura, coupled with the restraints on his neck and the weapon in his mouth.

Under such pent-up frustration, He could only vent His anger.

It's splashing in the Jialing River!
Shaking its head and whipping its tail, its body covered in hard scales, the massive snake tail swept across the land, causing stone bridges to collapse and mountains to slump. The dark aura representing the water element emanated from its sword-like fangs, intertwining with the seal chains on its body that had not yet completely faded and shimmered with an unwilling golden light.

Each breath was accompanied by the sounds of wind and thunder, and the mournful cry of the entire river.

The waves surged! And his furious roar changed from Yu Wang Si Wenming to Zhou Yan's name. Qingyuan Jun knew that he would probably not be able to escape this time. He could not imagine how people of this era could have the Great Sun Golden Crow in their hands!

Wasn't that thing shot dead?

Even if he didn't die immediately, he shouldn't have been killed by a mere mortal.

However, He was, after all, the Lord of Ancient Calamities, a subordinate of the Lord of Floods, and a part of the calamities. Gonggong's general, knowing that he could not escape, erupted with his ferocity: "If we cannot win, then let it come, human race!"

Driven mad by extreme pain, Qingyuan Jun recklessly burned his own life essence to temporarily resist the Golden Crow's yang energy, forcibly spitting Zhou Yan out of his mouth. Immediately, his giant tail swept towards Zhou Yan with a suicidal momentum, stirring up boundless waves:

"Human, even if I die, I will drag you down with me into the deepest hell!"

This move was extremely domineering; the chains rattled and almost broke!

Zhou Yan transformed into a gentle breeze and flew out of Qingyuan Jun's mouth. His sleeves fluttered, and he no longer held his weapon, but threw it towards the sky. At this critical moment, he abandoned his weapon. Qingzhu couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, worried for him.

But in that instant, a divine intent descended upon the three-pointed double-edged sword.

With a buzzing light, the three-pointed double-edged sword paused for a moment, then its whistling grew louder, almost like a dragon ascending to heaven. The young Taoist, who had been fighting the giant snake and had taken a blow head-on, was struck hard and shattered right before everyone's eyes.

Lord Qingyuan, having suffered so much humiliation and excruciating pain, was already furious. Seeing the Taoist priest die under his attack, he felt a surge of joy and burst into laughter, his unrestrained and arrogant laughter echoing through the mountains and rivers.

Qingzhu screamed and almost fainted.

Its tail stiffened instantly, and its originally soft fur stood on end.

Just as her vision went black, she heard her younger brother Lingxi slapping her arm and calling out, "Sister, sister, look there, there!" Qingzhu's vision slowly returned, but she looked blankly in the direction her brother was pointing.

Kiyoyuki's laughter also came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone saw that the young Taoist's body did not shatter into a mass of flesh and blood, but instead transformed into a strand of white hair, which floated up in the long wind of the river and finally landed on the clouds, where it was picked up by two fair fingers.

wow-

His dark blue Taoist robe was rolled up, and a single white hair fell back to his temple.

There stood a young Taoist priest atop the highest mountain beside the Jialing River, with the welcoming pine tree swaying in the wind. The young priest laughed loudly, "You wretched creature, you're so smug just because you cut off one of my white hairs?"

Qingyuan Jun Hanzhuo exclaimed in shock and fury: "You!!!"

"What do you mean, 'you'—"

Zhou Yan returned to his true form, only leaving behind the three-pointed, double-edged sword.

His own cultivation level was only sixth grade, but with the circulation of the Imperial Seal, he had a virtual fifth-grade Dao foundation. With the support of the incomplete River Lord Emperor, even if he could not reach the level of the Zhongnan Mountain ley line support, he was still enough to fight.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword hovered in the air, suddenly growing enormous.

Like a mountain, it slashed down fiercely at Qingyuan Jun. The huge three-pointed double-edged sword tore through the air, creating a visible storm. Qingyuan Jun tilted his head back and clashed violently with the three-pointed double-edged sword. Finally, he let out a mournful cry, his head was broken and blood flowed, and he fell down.

This is the first one to want to compare its hardness with that of King Yu's weapon.

Kaiming couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "Your master is harder than Mount Buzhou, and you are harder than Yu's weapon, tsk tsk tsk."

"As expected— Waaah, why are you covering my mouth?"

Instead of attacking Zhou Yan, Lord Qingyuan stirred up the waters in all directions.

Even if you don't die!

"And I will make every single living being in your hundreds of miles of river basin pay the price!!"

"Hahahaha!"

This serpent knew it was doomed, but it was so ferocious that even in death it would not let Zhou Yan have his way. Even if it was destined to die without a burial place, it would make the human race pay a sufficient price and be buried with it.

It's satisfying to harm others without benefiting yourself!

He was thoroughly enjoying the idea!

You are a person who carries the legacy of King Yu and has great supernatural powers. He himself has been sealed for thousands of years and he can't beat you, which he admits. But you are alone and powerless. How can you control this crazy and rampant turbulent current?
Huai Chenyu's scalp tingled; the Taoist priest almost jumped up.

He immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

Seeing the Jialing River raging, Hu Erniang said anxiously, "Sichuan has always been a land of Taoism, and there are many Taoist disciples here. Can't we use magic? Even if several thousand Taoist officials were to intervene, they could stop the flooding in various places. After all, this is a supernatural power. The first time it will have the greatest impact, but it can gradually subside afterward..."

Huai Chenyu jumped up and down anxiously, saying, "Of course I want that."

"But you also know he's a Taoist disciple!"

“They all have bad tempers. Even if they all want to subdue the turbulent currents, everyone has different ideas. You exert your strength in one direction, and I exert my strength in another direction. As a result, they restrain each other. There is no way to make all the Taoists work together in an instant!”

As these people grew anxious, Lord Qingyuan laughed even more wildly.

At that moment, a clear aura suddenly spread out, accompanied by a roar. The gigantic three-pointed double-edged sword directly locked onto the ancient beast lord. With his sleeves billowing, a handsome young Taoist descended from the sky, surrounded by blood-red baleful energy.

He raises his hand in a gesture and stands in front of himself.

A jade talisman lit up in front of him, radiating a profound and divine aura.

It is indeed the seal of the Supreme Pavilion!
It represents the authority to make one demand on all Taoist sects.

If not now, when?!

The young Taoist priest had clear eyes and a calm voice. When he spoke, his voice resounded with great supernatural power, echoing across both banks of the river and reaching the ears of the Taoist officials. His very first sentence was powerful and majestic, unlike anything he had heard in a thousand years.

There was no self-introduction, nor any background or cause and effect.

Only this one sentence.

It is the elegant and unrestrained spirit of the Great Dao Sect Master.

"like--"

"Imperial Edict!"

(End of this chapter)