Immortality and cultivation begin with full comprehension.

Chapter 753 Fierce Clash, Returning to the Sect for Reinforcements (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Yan Yang gripped the "Five Elements Divine Thunder Talisman" tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

These five talismans were crafted by Li Yunjing using his own thunderous Dao power as a guide, supplemented by top-tier materials such as thousand-year-old thunder-patterned wood and Nine Heavens Divine Crystal.

Each talisman contains the five elements of thunder: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. These five elements interact and counteract each other, and can also merge and unleash a powerful force.

Let alone Golden Core cultivators, even Nascent Soul cultivators in the early stages of cultivation would be seriously injured if they were to be caught off guard.

Although Yan Yang was Li Yunjing's nominal disciple, a nominal disciple was still a disciple, and Li Yunjing had put a lot of thought into this disciple, giving him some life-saving items.

"We need to find a way to bring them together."

Yan Yang's gaze swept quickly across the battlefield, and he soon locked onto the positions of the three Golden Core demon cultivators.

The demonic cultivator of the "Blood Soul Cult" was locked in combat with the captain of the Nanming Island ship, constantly hurling black bone spears from his bone banner.

The demonic cultivators of the "Bone-Eating Sect" manipulated dozens of bone spikes to suppress a hidden Golden Core realm traveler.

The demonic cultivators in the "White Bone Cave" are the most bizarre, surrounded by white bone mist, and with each breath they can drain the life force of the surrounding cultivators.

This person's opponent is the protector of that young master in golden robes!

The three demonic masters were arranged in a triangle formation, with more than a hundred feet between them. If they could be temporarily trapped in the same area, a single "Five Elements Divine Thunder Talisman" might be enough to severely injure all three, and two talismans would surely kill them!

Although Yan Yang had five talismans, he was unwilling to waste them on demonic cultivators.

This is somewhat counterproductive.

"Fairy Su, could you use the highest note of the 'Evil-Breaking Melody' to attract the attention of those three Golden Core demon cultivators?"

Yan Yang looked at Su Qing, his tone tinged with urgency, "Don't hurt them, just distract them temporarily."

"Let me try!"

Su Qing took a deep breath and nodded vigorously: "But I only have 30% of my spiritual power left, which can only last for three breaths at most!"

She brought the jade flute to her lips again, her fingertips surging with spiritual energy. The flute's sound instantly rose, no longer sharp as before, but transformed into a wave of sound that pierced the eardrums, directly impacting the consciousness of the three Golden Core demon cultivators.

"Noisy!"

The Blood Soul Sect demonic cultivator roared, waving his bone banner. A black light shield appeared in front of him, but he was still shaken by the sound wave, causing his blood and qi to surge, and even the bone spear he swung was slowed down by a fraction.

The demonic cultivators from "Bone-Eating Sect" and "White Bone Cave" also frowned, having to divert some of their spiritual power to protect their sea of ​​consciousness, and their attack rhythm slowed down significantly.

"good chance!"

Seizing the opportunity, the captain of Nanming Island unleashed a dazzling golden light from his silver longsword, delivering a "Sea-Splitting Slash" towards the shoulder of the "Blood Soul Sect" demonic cultivator, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

"It's now!"

"Brother Lin, use your last bit of spiritual power to set up the 'Spirit-Trapping Array'!"

A sharp glint flashed in Yan Yang's eyes as he urgently said to Lin Wenyuan, "Don't trap them for too long, one breath is enough!"

"Yes!"

Without hesitation, Lin Wenyuan immediately took out three array plates engraved with runes from his pocket. The moment he injected spiritual power, the array plates transformed into three golden chains of light in the air, which wrapped around the three Golden Core demon cultivators respectively.

This "Spirit-Trapping Array" is his trump card for trapping enemies. Although he cannot unleash its full power due to insufficient spiritual energy, it is enough to entangle a Golden Core cultivator for a moment!
"Sizzle..." The golden chains of light were torn apart by the three demonic cultivators the moment they wrapped around them!
But that brief pause was enough.

Without hesitation, Yan Yang threw out two "Five Elements Divine Thunder Talismans." The talismans transformed into two ten-foot-thick, five-colored lightning bolts in the air. The five colors of lightning intertwined and entwined, forming a lightning pillar containing an aura of destruction, which blasted towards the three demonic cultivators!
"Oh no! It's the Thunder Secret Technique of the Divine Firmament Dao Sect!"

The expression on the face of the "Blood Soul Sect Demon" changed drastically. He had seen the "Five Elements Divine Thunder" before and knew the terror of this thunderous power. He wanted to escape, but it was too late.

A hint of despair flashed in the eyes of the "Bone-Eating Sect" demonic cultivator. He tried to control the bone spikes to resist, but as soon as the bone spikes touched the lightning pillar, they were instantly melted, and his arm was scorched black by the lightning.

The demonic cultivator from the "White Bone Cave" summoned a white bone shield, but the shield was as fragile as paper in front of the lightning pillar. With a "crack," it shattered, and the lightning pillar pierced through his chest, completely annihilating his soul.

"Boom!"

Two "Five Elements Divine Thunder Talismans" erupted simultaneously, and five-colored lightning enveloped the entire battlefield.

The three Golden Core demon cultivators didn't even have time to scream before they were torn apart by the power of lightning. Their bodies turned to ashes, and their magical treasures, bone banners, and bone spikes also vanished in the lightning.

Even more terrifying was that the aftershocks of the lightning pillar spread to the surrounding demonic cultivators. Low-level demonic cultivators died instantly upon contact, their blood shadows were evaporated by the lightning, and most of the black miasma dissipated.

This is the destructive power of Li Yunjing's two talismans!

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

The surviving cultivators stopped fighting and stared blankly at the gradually dissipating five-colored lightning, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief!
With just two talismans, three Golden Core demon cultivators were killed!
"You...you actually managed to use the Five Thunder Talisman of the Divine Firmament Dao Sect..."

The short, stout monk stood in the crimson vortex, the ghostly head on his staff already shrank back in terror. He looked at Yan Yang as if he were seeing the Grim Reaper, his legs trembling uncontrollably: "Who are you?!"

Yan Yang did not answer, but stared at him coldly.

Although he was pale from consuming a lot of spiritual power by activating the talisman, the thunderous pressure around him prevented the short, fat monk from making any move.

"Run! Run!"

Fairy Zhao was the first to react. Looking at the corpses of the demonic cultivators scattered all over the ground, her eyes were filled with fear. Gone was her previous arrogance. She turned around and transformed into a pink mist, fleeing into the depths of the miasma.

"Oh shit!"

The short, stout monk seemed to wake from a dream. Ignoring the blood-red vortex, he put away his staff and scrambled after the direction in which Fairy Zhao had fled.

The remaining demonic cultivators, leaderless, dared not fight again.

They scattered and fled, some even jumping into the sea, only to be devoured by the sea monsters, leaving no trace of their bodies.

"Chase them! Don't let a single demonic cultivator escape!"

The captain of Nanming Island reacted quickly, shouted an order, and with a wave of his long sword, took the lead in chasing after the fleeing demonic cultivator.

The surviving cultivators were greatly encouraged and unleashed their magical treasures, following the captain in pursuit of the demonic cultivators. The screams of the demonic cultivators echoed across the sea.

Yan Yang did not move. He leaned against the railing of the spirit boat, panting heavily. His spiritual power was almost exhausted, and he only had three Five Elements Divine Thunder Talismans left in his palm. Each one was as precious as his heart.

Shi Kun, Su Qing, and Lin Wenyuan rushed forward to help him up, their eyes filled with gratitude and admiration.

"Brother Yan, you're amazing!"

Su Qing's voice was tinged with excitement, "If it weren't for you, we really wouldn't be alive today."

"Yes! The power of that Five Elements Divine Thunder Talisman is simply beyond my imagination!"

Lin Wenyuan nodded repeatedly: "Brother Yan, you really are a disciple of the Shenxiao Dao Sect. No wonder you have such a trump card!"

Yan Yang smiled, but there was no sign of relief: "Don't be too happy yet."

He pointed to the distant horizon, where the black miasma had dissipated, but more mist was gathering. "It seems the South China Sea is in chaos. This is just their vanguard; the real battle is yet to come."

The three of them followed Yan Yang's gaze, and their expressions instantly turned serious.

With Yan Yang's reminder, they all understood that killing three Golden Core demon cultivators today was only a temporary reprieve of the demon cultivators' vanguard. If they could not return to "Wanghai City" as soon as possible and rejoin the main force, they would eventually be in danger again.

"Let's go back to 'Wanghai City' first."

After chasing down the remaining demonic cultivators, the captain of Nanming Island returned to the spirit boat. Looking at Yan Yang, his eyes were full of awe. "I never expected that you, young friend, would be a disciple of the Shenxiao Dao Sect."

"I don't think we can go back!"

A hint of hesitation flashed in Yan Yang's eyes, then he asked, "What's the situation in 'Wanghai City'? If it's being targeted, wouldn't going back be suicide?"

Upon hearing this, everyone present fell silent.

Yan Yang makes a lot of sense!

"What you say makes sense, young friend!"

The captain nodded, a hint of relief in his voice: "But we can't go any further, and we can't go back. So where should we go?"

Yan Yang's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing everyone's wishful thinking that "looking back at Haicheng would make it safe."

The monks on the deck looked at each other, some clutching their magical artifacts, others whispering among themselves, and an atmosphere of anxiety once again filled the air.

With unknown miasma and lurking demonic cultivators ahead, and potential ambushes on the way home behind, they were truly caught in a dilemma.

Yan Yang leaned against the railing, his fingertips gently stroking the bronze tree in his arms.

Although the treasure had temporarily lost its spiritual light, it could still slowly nourish his divine sense. At this moment, he closed his eyes and concentrated, using this faint sense to explore the surrounding sea. After a while, he opened his eyes, his eyes filled with more certainty: "I know a place where I can take refuge temporarily."

"Where?"

The captain of the Nanming Island ship immediately pressed for details, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"In the early years, the sect set up several old outposts in the South China Sea to monitor the movements of the sea creatures."

"One of the 'Qingjiao Outposts' is located 900 li northeast of this sea area. There is a complete defensive formation there, as well as a communication array that can directly contact 'Wanghai City'."

Yan Yang recalled the information recorded in the sect, "It's just that the sea creatures' activities decreased later, and the outpost was abandoned, but the core of the formation should still be usable."

"Really?"

Lin Wenyuan's eyes lit up. "If we have a defensive array, we can at least withstand a surprise attack from a low-level demonic cultivator, and we can also send messages for help. It's much safer than drifting on the spirit boat!"

"This sneak attack by the Demonic Sect will ultimately be repelled by the Divine Firmament Dao Sect."

Su Qing nodded in agreement: "As long as we hold on for a while, the danger will naturally be over."

Shi Kun, who had just woken up, clutched his still aching chest and mumbled, "I...I think there's no problem!"

Seeing that everyone was in agreement, Yan Yang looked at the captain of the Nanming Island ship: "Captain, the spirit boat is severely damaged. Can it hold out until Qingjiao Outpost?"

"The power array has been corroded by 30% by the Blood River. At most, it can only maintain low-speed flight, and people have to take turns injecting spiritual power to repair it."

The captain immediately checked the spirit boat's power array and frowned slightly: "It's only a nine-hundred-mile journey. If we go slowly, we'll arrive soon."

The spirit boat isn't high-level, but it's much better than everyone abandoning ship and becoming a disorganized mess.

After all, everyone is on the spirit boat, which can be used for defense, and they can also gather together to unleash their supernatural powers and increase their attack power.

As long as they had some ability to move, no one considered abandoning ship.

"Then let's go!"

Yan Yang made a decisive decision: "Please have the captain set sail!"

"it is good!"

The captain nodded and immediately gave the order. Everyone took their assigned tasks and quickly got to work.

The spirit boat slowly sailed northeast, its speed slow but its movement exceptionally smooth.

The fog on the sea gradually thinned, and occasionally one could see the floating corpses of demonic cultivators and broken magical artifacts, clearly traces of the previous great battle.

Yan Yang looked at the remains, his heart growing heavier.

Although the vanguard of the demonic cultivators was repelled, judging from the number of wreckage, the number of troops they dispatched far exceeded expectations, and it is likely that the entire demonic sect forces in the South China Sea have been mobilized.

The spirit boat broke through the thin mist, its hull occasionally creaking due to the shaking of the power array. The cultivators on the deck took turns injecting spiritual energy into the array plate, beads of sweat sliding down their cheeks, but no one dared to slack off.

Dark shadows occasionally swept across the surface of the sea; these were deep-sea monsters drawn by the scent of blood. Though they did not attack, they hung like a sword over our heads.

Yan Yang leaned against the ship's side, his fingertips always pressed against the "Bronze Tree" in his arms.

Beneath that cool, metallic touch, a faint warmth slowly spread, flowing along the meridians and into the sea of ​​consciousness.
The divine sense that had been depleted when he activated the talisman was restored somewhat under the nourishment of this warmth. The fatigue in his eyes lessened, and his gaze pierced through the thin mist in front of him, vaguely catching a glimpse of the gray-black outline rising from the sea in the distance.

"The direction ahead is the Qingjiao outpost!"

"At this speed, we'll be there in half an hour!" the captain of the Nanming Island shouted, pointing his long sword at the outline.

"wrong!"

Just as the cultivators breathed a sigh of relief, Su Qing suddenly pressed down on her jade flute, her expression changing drastically: "There's a surge of spiritual energy coming from behind, and it's moving very fast!"

Yan Yang turned around abruptly, his divine sense spreading out in the direction Su Qing indicated.

The warmth of the "Bronze Tree" seemed to add a "filter" to his consciousness, allowing it to penetrate the thick fog behind him.

Three dark figures were speeding along the sea surface, and the pink mist at the front was particularly eye-catching. It was none other than Zhao Xianzi, who had escaped earlier!

Behind her, besides the short, stout monk, was a figure draped in a black robe and wrapped in blood-red chains. The spiritual energy emanating from those chains was even stronger than that of the three Golden Core demonic cultivators combined!

"It's a demonic cultivator in the late Golden Core stage!"

The captain's face turned pale, and he instinctively gripped the array plate in his hand. "They actually went to call for reinforcements!"

"I'll hold them off!"

Shi Kun gritted his teeth and stood at the stern of the boat, his hands clenched into fists, his bones cracking: "Brother Yan, you guys go to the outpost first!"

"no!"

Yan Yang immediately rejected the idea, saying, "The other side has a late-stage Golden Core cultivator in charge; you'd be throwing your life away if you went up there."

Can the power array accelerate further?

He quickly scanned the spirit boat: "Even if it's just a quarter of an hour faster!"

The captain shook his head and smiled wryly: "The power array has reached its limit. If we forcefully inject more spiritual power, the array plate will collapse!"

The figure of the black-robed demonic cultivator drew closer, the blood-red chains whipping through the air with a piercing whistling sound, stirring up turbid, blood-red waves on the distant sea.

"Think you can escape?"

Zhao Xianzi's voice, filled with venomous laughter, rang out: "Today, you and everyone on this boat will be buried with the disciples of my 'Blood Soul Sect'!"

A fierce glint flashed in Yan Yang's eyes as he reached for the Five Elements Divine Thunder Talisman in his robes!
There are only three cards left, and they cannot be used unless absolutely necessary.

"Boom!"

The crimson chain slammed into the stern of the spirit boat, instantly tearing a ten-foot-long gash in the hull, and seawater carrying splinters of wood rushed into the deck.

Just then, the outline of the Qingjiao outpost ahead became clearly visible. The stone fortress resembled a lurking beast, and the lightning patterns carved on the walls gleamed faintly in the mist.

A sharp glint flashed in Yan Yang's eyes, and he suddenly pulled out a diamond-shaped jade pendant from his pocket. It was a "Lightning-Attracting Token" given to him by Li Yunjing in his early years, which was used to activate the restrictions on the old site of the "Shenxiao Dao Sect".

"Everyone, rush to the outpost entrance! I'll activate the restrictions!"

Before he finished speaking, he leaped off the spirit boat, his toes barely touching the sea surface, and ran towards the main gate of the outpost.

Upon seeing this, the black-robed demonic cultivator coiled his blood-red chains like venomous snakes, but they were blocked by the three Golden Core cultivators working together.

"quick!"

Yan Yang rushed to the front of the sentry post and slammed the "Lightning Token" into the groove on the side of the door.

The groove was filled with dust, but it lit up with golden light the moment it came into contact with the lightning-attracting token. The lightning patterns on the wall seemed to come alive and quickly moved along the cracks in the stone.

"Om..."

After a low rumble, a translucent pale blue light curtain rose from the wall, enveloping the entire outpost.

Almost the instant the light barrier took shape, the crimson chains slammed down.

"when!"

The crisp impact was so loud it hurt people's eardrums. The light screen fluctuated violently, and the lightning patterns flickered erratically, yet it withstood the blow.

The others, guided by Yan Yang, also entered the island.

"The 'Thunderclap Restriction' of the Divine Firmament Dao Sect?"

The black-robed demonic cultivator stopped and looked at the light screen, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "There's some trick to it."

At this moment, the cultivators on the spirit boat rushed into the outpost. The captain of Nanming Island immediately ordered everyone to reinforce the defense. Lin Wenyuan, as an array master, and the talisman maker, squatted next to the core of the restriction, constantly injecting spiritual power into their fingertips to help Yan Yang stabilize the light barrier.

"The barrier has been in disrepair for years and can only exert 60% of its power!"

Yan Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead. The "Lightning Token" was burning hot in his palm. "It won't last much longer. I have to think of a way to fight back!"

"Fight back?"

The short, stout monk let out a wicked laugh and slammed his staff heavily on the ground. The ground instantly cracked open, and black miasma poured out from the crack, spreading towards the light screen. "You are now like turtles in a barrel. Just wait to be devoured by the miasma!"

Fairy Zhao then circled around to the side of the outpost, where pink mist transformed into countless fine needles, piercing the weak points of the light barrier.

"Chichi..."

When the mist came into contact with the light screen, it was instantly burned away by the lightning patterns, but it also dimmed the light screen in that area.

……

While the demonic cultivators surrounded this place, attacks also occurred in other locations.

Almost all the islands scattered across the South China Sea have been attacked by demonic cultivators, and distress messages are everywhere.

This information kept flowing from all over the South China Sea to "Wanghai City," but the disciples of the "Shenxiao Dao Sect" in "Wanghai City" had no way to get through to it!
Outside the city, the "Bone-Eating Gate," "White Bone Cave," "Blood Soul Sect," and various allied forces of demonic forces have begun to probe and attack the city.

Above "Wanghai City", the once azure sky has been stained with blood.

Tens of thousands of bone banners surged among the clouds, each banner entwined with twisted vengeful spirits. The shrill screams converged into a visible sound wave, causing the city's protective array to ripple like a spiderweb.

The piercing whistling sound almost tore the eardrums of the people in the city.

All twelve "Sea-Suppressing Towers" lit up with lightning at the same time, but three towers were still covered with blood-red cracks...

That was the "Ten Thousand Souls Corroding Bone Technique," a secret technique passed down by the "Blood Soul Cult," corroding the foundation of the formation.

"The Lord of the White Bone Cave has personally taken action!"

On the city wall, Lu Mingyuan, the deputy city lord of the "Shenxiao Dao Sect," had a solemn expression.

Suddenly, the sea surface rose up a hundred miles away, and an altar made of a million skeletons broke through the water. Twelve purple-robed demon cultivators carried a white bone throne and rode the waves.

With each breath the gaunt old man on the throne took, swarms of city-guarding monks collapsed, clutching their chests.

Their bones are growing wildly inside their bodies, piercing through their internal organs.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the east city wall exploded, filling the sky with flames.

Three hundred "Corrupted Marrow Boats" of the "Bone-Eating Sect" crashed into the array barrier, and the giant skulls embedded in the prows opened their jaws and spewed out dark green poisonous fire.

The scorching array light barrier emitted a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound, and within a few breaths, a gap more than ten feet wide was eroded through it.

"Reinforce the formation! Quickly reinforce the formation!"

"All formation masters, gather here!"

As the defending general roared, all eighteen formation masters simultaneously spat out their blood essence.

The "Nine Heavens Thunder Pool Mirror" suspended in the center of the city tower trembled violently, and the thunderous liquid gushing from the mirror surface transformed into a dragon that lunged at the breach.

At that moment, a blood-red blade of light that stretched across the sky and earth cleaved down from the clouds, splitting the thunder dragon into two pieces of lightning.

"It's the Blood Demon's Soul-Slaying Blade!"

One of the monks cried out in despair.

Where the sea meets the sky, the withered Taoist priest riding the nine-headed blood python slowly sheathed his sword.

Behind him, within the churning blood-red clouds, countless demonic cultivators wielded various sinister magical artifacts.

The "Living Soul Sedan Chair" of the White Bone Cave was carried by living people, and the curtains were made of human skin; the "Hundred Bones Flying Boat" of the Bone-Eating Sect was entirely pieced together from infant skulls; on the "Ten Thousand Soul Banner" of the Blood Soul Sect, every distorted face was a cultivator's primordial spirit that had been forcibly refined.
This time, the demonic forces from the South China Sea mobilized their entire forces to fight against the "Shenxiao Dao Sect" and other forces in the South China Sea from all sides.

"Get into formation!"

A clear, melodious sword cry suddenly echoed from the depths of "Wanghai City".

Seven dazzling beams of light shot into the sky from the city lord's mansion, intertwining in the air to form the Big Dipper formation.

All seven Nascent Soul Realm True Persons from the "Shenxiao Dao Sect" have been mobilized.

Three hundred and sixty thunder talismans flew out from the sleeves of the seven masters and formed the "Zhou Tian Thunder Prison Array" above the city wall.

"Boom!"

At the newly corroded gap in the formation, "Purple Heaven Divine Thunder" poured down like a torrential rain, shattering the corrupted marrow boats that tried to rush in into charred remains.

But the demonic cultivators' offensive showed no signs of abating.

Suddenly, the long-distance teleportation array inside the city burst into a dazzling light!
However, the True Immortals of "Wanghai City" sensed something was wrong and activated the teleportation array, sending one of the elders back to seek help.

Soon, a beam of light shot up from the "Divine Firmament Mountain Range," and the teleportation array there flashed. Elder Yuanhua had already rushed out of the teleportation array.

(End of this chapter)