Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Ren Yunzong felt relieved.

The newly arrived aristocratic monk came to the incense table and muttered, "I've prepared all five elements for you. Give me, the old... immortal, a little face. Hurry up, it's almost dawn."

Next comes the crucial moment.

Ren Yunzong focused his mind and entered the realm of the primordial spirit.

As he entered, Jing Wuhuan's illusory image also appeared in the realm of the primordial spirit.

"To create the Heavenly Dao Bright Flame, one must master the Taiqing Divine Technique. I will use your cultivation to guide you in completing this task."

"Ah."

"Clear your mind of distractions and follow my movements."

Immediately, Jing Wuhuan used the Taiqing Divine Technique, and Ren Yunzong followed suit.

The two passed on secret techniques, guided their minds, opened the dual forms, circulated the Tai Chi, and together created a bright fire.

"The Dao is one, holy light shines for a thousand miles, heaven and earth are reversed, yin and yang are separated. So be it!"

As the holy light soared into the sky, the stars above the heavens shone brightly. Upon seeing this, the other four immortals simultaneously released their Taoist true energy, echoing Ren Yunzong from afar.

Since Jing Wuhuan's sacrifice, no one in the entire Taiqing Dao Realm had seen the Taiqing Divine Technique again. Now that the divine technique has reappeared, everyone couldn't help but exclaim, "To see the Taiqing Divine Technique again is truly a blessing beyond measure!"

Having activated the Taiqing Divine Technique to its ninth level, Ren Yunzong took out the Buddha Emperor's Relic and began to circulate its profound divine power:

"Heaven praises virtue, relics protect life. The Way is deep and boundless, spreading its influence in all directions. Heaven grants pardons, we take refuge in the immeasurable. Seeing without seeing, the heart contains light. The ultimate and wondrous Dharma, delivers from calamity and brings auspiciousness."

Once the magic was complete, the mortal activated the three fires, stimulating the Buddha's relics.

Just then, the Heavenly Flame finally dimmed, the old flame went out, and a new flame reignited with the rising sun.

The Tao transforms into thousands, and the world shines brightly.

"Mission accomplished! Great!"

On a distant peak, Luo Hou said to Huang Quan, "The flames have reignited; let's begin."

Chapter 149 One person's departure leads to the appearance of many more.

The Heavenly Flame reignited, and the Taiqing Dao Realm turned from danger to safety.

Luo Hou and Huang Quan descended from the high peak of the viewing platform and arrived at the desolate mountain outside the Ghost Pool of the Underworld.

Down the mountain, hundreds of monks from Yun Gu Lei Feng had already guarded the passage.

Wu Huo Du Mi was eagerly awaiting his arrival. Upon seeing Luo Hou, he immediately approached: "Martial Lord, the Demon Queen is on the mountain... Hmm? Why is the Heavenly Capital army nowhere to be seen?"

He looked behind Luo Hou and saw that there was only Huang Quan there.

Luo Hou said calmly, "If too many people come from Tiandu, should the credit for killing the Demon Queen be given to Tiandu or Yun Gu Lei Feng?"

"This? The Demon Queen has an extraordinary foundation, and with the Evil Lord's Blade in her hand, I fear she may escape the encirclement."

"Don't worry, Huang Quan will help you."

Wu Huo Du Mi was overjoyed: "Thank you, Lord Wu."

Huang Quan smiled coldly and thrust his spear straight up to the peak.

Wu Huo Du Mi raised his arm and shouted, "Exterminate demons and defend the righteous path! Kill!"

The monks immediately followed him and Huang Quan, rushing upwards in a flurry.

Luo Hou walked slowly along the mountain path. Zi Yan Mo Shao was dead, Hong Liu Xie Shao and Yin Yu Feng Shao were both seriously injured, and Hei Yi Jian Shao was unconscious. At this time, the only true fighting force of Xie Zun Dao was the Demon Queen.

As for those living corpses, before the monks of Yun Gu Lei Feng, they could only accept the fate of being delivered from the dead.

This is also why he notified Wu Huo Du Mi to come here: firstly, to punish evil, and secondly, to deliver the dead. Otherwise, if they were killed and then resurrected, the living corpses would become zombies, and the resulting disaster would be even more uncontrollable.

Soon, the sounds of fierce fighting and shouts of battle echoed from the mountaintop.

Before even reaching the battlefield, a black figure was seen rushing down the mountain path.

It was the illusory demon official who realized that the Demon Queen's power was waning and wanted to rush back to the Heavenly Demon City.

Did I give you permission to escape?

When the ethereal demon official saw that the person blocking his way was none other than Luo Hou, he was so frightened that his soul almost left his body: "Martial...Martial Lord!"

"Come up with me if you don't want to die."

"Yes Yes Yes."

At the summit, a group of monks sat cross-legged, chanting the sutra of salvation. Amidst the holy light and Buddhist aura, the living corpses fell one after another, their bodies turning into wisps of smoke.

The two old monks of Shuyin Tower were locked in battle with the wounded and stubborn Red Stream Evil Young Master and Silver Feather Wind Young Master.

Hongliu and Yinyu were seriously injured; if it weren't for the compassion of the two monks, they would have died long ago.

In the middle of the battlefield was a purple tent, inside which lay the still-sleeping Black-Clad Swordsman.

Outside the tent, Wu Huo Du Mi confronts the Demon Queen, while Huang Quan watches from the sidelines, spear in hand.

"In today's battle, this humble monk will send you back to the cycle of reincarnation."

"How dare you boast before me! Drink!"

With a flash of cold light, the evil blade shone forth, and the Demon Queen attacked with lightning speed. In an instant, the blade's energy shook the heavens and its light cleaved the earth.

Without confusion, one can guide the deluded to awaken the supernatural powers of Buddhism, using stillness to control movement, calming the mind and becoming as steady as a mountain.

Fearing that she might harm the black-clad swordsman in the tent, the Demon Queen held back three-tenths of her attacks, but she still couldn't shake off Wu Huo Du Mi's entanglement. Coupled with Huang Quan's cold observation, the Demon Queen became even more anxious.

The battle reached a stalemate for a time.

After several moves, seeing Luo Hou slowly approaching, the Demon Queen knew that her chances of survival were slim. She immediately swung her demonic blade, unleashing her ultimate technique:

"Cold Moon Shadow, drink!"

"The Judgment of the Bewitching Realm, ha!"

With a deafening crash, a strange red weapon appeared in Wu Huo Du Mi's hand—the very same Blood Ridge that had assassinated Guo Hao Tian Qiong.

The two weapons collided, and both men retreated simultaneously.

After retreating, the Demon Queen spun around like a meteor, and in the blink of an eye, she attacked Wu Huo Du Mi's side. Her demonic aura surged, and she unleashed a thousand moves, all of them fierce and cold.

"Extinguish the root of the six realms and transcend reincarnation!"

With the divine artifact in hand, Wu Huo Du Mi revitalized his Buddhist foundation, instantly forming an immense force that surged forth like a tidal wave.

Seeing this, the Demon Queen leaped into the sea of ​​clouds and shouted, "Final move! Experience the wrath of the Demon Blade! The Demon Blade slays gods and demons!"

The final move, the last clash, to determine victory or defeat, to decide life or death.

He held the Yellow Spring Silver Spear in his hand, circulating his inner energy, ready to join the battle.

At that very moment, on a high peak more than fifty miles away, Wuyi Shiyin, along with the four others, gazed intently at the battlefield.

Yi Yu commanded the drawing of the bow and asked, "Master Yin, which arrow will you use: Fei Tian, ​​She Tian, ​​Chan Tian, ​​Liao Tian, ​​Xi Tian, ​​or Su Tian? And which person will you shoot?"

Master Yin, who was without clothes, hesitated and could not make a decision.

With a flick of his wrist, the bowstring was adjusted to a point that was now aimed directly at Rahu.

"A single feather from the heavens, seven killings to annihilate—let's use this arrow."

"Temporarily suspended."

Sa Shou Cibei asked in bewilderment, "Shi Yin, this is the best opportunity to kill Luo Hou. Aren't you going to avenge the destruction of our country?"

Wu Yi Shi Yin smiled bitterly: "The Demon Queen's fate is a stark warning. If your arrow fails to kill Luo Hou, we will be the ones who die."

Upon hearing this, Yi Yu Ci Ming silently removed the Heavenly Feather, replaced it with an ordinary arrow, and aimed the Thief's Bow at the Demon Queen.

"Then let's kill the demon queen and take the credit for ourselves. We can't let Yun Gu Lei Feng get it."

Master Yin Yiran shook his head: "There are still forces behind the Demon Queen that have not yet emerged. We should not take any action before they are revealed."

As they were talking, the battlefield changed again. The ethereal demon official raised his hand, and a wisp of black energy floated out from the demon queen and spread into the world.

As the black energy left her body, the Demon Queen cried out and fell from the sky.

"Ok?"

"what happened?"

"Shi Yin, you've hesitated for too long. The battle has already been decided."

Wu Yi Shi Yin frowned: "The situation on the field is not right."

The situation on the field was indeed wrong. Under Luo Hou's pressure, the illusory demon official withdrew the secret technique of the demon city, and the demon queen felt a moment of dizziness.

"This is?"

She clutched her head and cried out in anguish, as memories flooded back. For a moment, the Empress was lost, unsure of where she was or what day it was.

Only the person I cherish most in my heart remains unchanged.

"Black-clad, my son!"

The Demon Queen rushed into the tent, embraced the black-clad swordsman, and burst into tears.

Unexpectedly, another unexpected event occurred: the body in her arms mysteriously disappeared, leaving only a black paper figure.

"Black! Black!"

In a daze, the ruthless voice of the ethereal demon official came: "Empress, this is not a black-clad figure, but a puppet I created."

"what!"

"Moreover, you are already dead. You are now just a living corpse controlled by the non-corpse-flow secret technique."

The empress was struck dumb; her secret magic failed, and she finally remembered everything.

"I...I'm dead. So I've been dead all along, Black Clothes!"

As her memories returned, the Demon Queen's body began to fade. She struggled to crawl out of the tent and asked Luo Hou, "My son, Black Robe, where...where is he?"

Even though the Demon Queen deserved to die, Luo Hou was still moved by this scene.

"Go without worry. The Black-Clad Swordsman is safe and sound with his master."

"Thank you..."