Primordial Era: I am the First Green Ox, the Senior Brother of the Three Religions

The pale white ghostly flames and the distinct black and white divine light of the Great Clarity collided fiercely in mid-air in the vast world!

Sizzle—!

The piercing sound of corrosion was like the screams of a thousand vengeful ghosts in the night.

The sea of ​​netherfire gushing from the coffin lamp, carrying the purest and most annihilating laws, frantically eroded the yin and yang energy field around Xuandu.

This flame is extremely strange; it doesn't burn the physical body, but it destroys the primordial spirit. It can even ignite the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and turn it into fuel!

With such treasures, Randeng believes it is enough to suppress Xuandu.

Xuan Du stood on the Tai Chi diagram, and the black and white energies transformed into two heavenly Yin-Yang dragons, which coiled and circled around him, protecting him completely from wind and rain.

However, Daoist Ran Deng was one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace, and his sub-saintly magical power was condensed to the extreme, far more powerful than that of Daoist Duobao.

"Break for me!"

The withered fingers of the Taoist Ran Deng pressed down suddenly, his face contorted like a demon.

Eighteen gigantic ghost fire palms, formed from pure and annihilated origin, tore through layers of void and slammed into the surface of the Yin-Yang Taiji diagram one after another with terrifying force!

boom! boom! boom!

With each giant palm strike, the void crumbled inch by inch, and the ground of the Great Thousand Worlds was forcibly sheared away by thousands of feet!

Xuan Du's expression hardened slightly, and his internal magical power circulated rapidly. The Yin-Yang Millstone spun rapidly in front of him, constantly dissolving the overwhelming force.

However, the characteristics of the Netherworld Fire are too sinister and viscous. Even if most of its power is dissipated by the Yin and Yang Qi, the remaining dead fire still crawls along the Dao patterns and keeps drilling into the core of the Taiji diagram like a maggot clinging to a bone!

"Hahahaha! Xuandu, how does the flame of my coffin's annihilation taste?!"

The Taoist Ran Deng laughed wildly, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light.

"Your teachings on Tai Chi are indeed profound, but how many years have you been cultivating?! When I listened to the Dao Ancestor preach in Zixiao Palace, the human race hadn't even been born yet!"

"You think you can use force to bully me?! What makes you think you can fight me?!"

Amidst the maniacal laughter, the Taoist Ran Deng suddenly pulled out a pair of white bone prayer beads, entirely black and entwined with the souls of countless dead, from his sleeve!

Top-grade innate spiritual treasure—the Netherworld White Bone Prayer Beads!

Ran Deng threw the prayer beads forward with a sudden motion!

Twenty-four white bone prayer beads exploded in the air, transforming into twenty-four towering white bone demon mountains, each ten thousand feet high. They carried a heavy death aura that could crush the stars and, together with the Netherworld Fire Sea, completely surrounded and trapped Xuandu from all directions!

Rumble!

The White Bone Demon Mountain and the Netherworld Ghost Fire formed a deadly cage. The violent gravity and deathly stillness erupted, forcibly suppressing Xuandu's Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram, causing it to tremble violently. The black and white divine light was forced to rapidly contract inward!

Xuan Du's breathing suddenly became heavy.

His previously composed steps were forced to a halt at this moment, the void beneath his feet shattered inch by inch, and his face turned slightly pale.

In terms of the purity of magical power and the insidious nature of spiritual treasures, Burning Lamp indeed holds a huge advantage.

The series of battles had already exhausted Xuandu's energy, and now, facing Randeng's all-out pressure, Xuandu inevitably fell into an absolute disadvantage!

"The Tai Chi gives rise to Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang transform into the Four Symbols, and the Four Symbols dispel evil!"

Xuan Du suddenly clasped his hands together and roared. The phantom images of the four divine beasts—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—flew out from the Tai Chi diagram and roared as they crashed into the surrounding White Bone Demon Mountain!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A deafening explosion resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and the three white bone demon mountains were smashed to pieces on the spot!

However, Daoist Ran Deng was prepared. He bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood directly onto the coffin lamp!

"The netherworld never ceases, all things are silent! Give me this place to suppress!"

The coffin lamp emitted a sharp cry, and the flame at the wick instantly transformed into a pure black demonic flame, its power increasing threefold on the spot!

The black demonic flames, like a giant claw that blots out the sky, crushed the phantom images of the Four Divine Beasts to pieces, and the remaining waves of fire slammed into the main body of the Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram!

Boom!

A deep, muffled explosion resounded throughout the world!

The black flames tore a huge gap in the Yin and Yang energies on the Tai Chi diagram. Xuan Du groaned, and the violent backlash sent him sliding back tens of thousands of miles, a trickle of crimson blood spilling from the corner of his mouth!

"Senior Brother Xuandu has vomited blood!"

Outside the boundary, Bixiao, seeing this scene, was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes.

Zhao Gongming was furious: "Damn Randeng! Relying on his seniority and powerful magic to bully people, what kind of skill is that?!"

Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, Duobao Daoren, and other top second-generation disciples all had extremely solemn expressions, their eyes filled with resentment and helplessness.

They could see that Xuandu's mastery of Daoist arts was in no way inferior to Randeng's, and in fact, his understanding of the Great Dao was even more profound.

But the old monster Ran Deng has lived for too long. His accumulated magical power at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm is as vast as an ocean. He is simply using his boundless magical power, which makes no sense, to overwhelm his opponent!

If this continues, Xuandu's magical power will be completely exhausted in less than a hundred breaths, and defeat will be inevitable!

"Alas... Is this Primordial Saint Crystal really going to end up falling into the hands of this old Taoist priest?!" Taiyi Zhenren sighed deeply, his face full of frustration.

Above the clouds.

The Tongtian Sect Leader frowned, the Zhuxian Sword in his hand faintly pulsating with energy, and turned to look at the Supreme Sage.

"Senior Brother, Xuandu has already done his best. Although Randeng is shameless, his power of annihilation is indeed solid. If the fight continues, Xuandu may damage his original Dao foundation."

Yuanshi Tianzun stroked his beard slightly, his expression somewhat complicated, and sighed, "Senior Brother, after all, Randeng is an ancient great power, while Xuandu's cultivation time is still short. To be able to force Randeng to the point of sacrificing his essence blood is already unparalleled among the second-generation disciples of the three religions. This battle... it is not unreasonable to end it here."

In the eyes of the two sages, the outcome was already decided.

Although Xuandu was exceptionally talented, he ultimately could not overcome the power gap of several eons.

However, despite the persuasion of Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu, Taishang Shengren remained seated on the green ox, holding a whisk, his face calm and composed, without even lifting his eyelids.

Niu Ben, standing beside the Supreme Emperor, had a meaningful, faint smile on his lips.

Niu Ben crossed his arms and looked at Randeng, who was closing in on him in the vast world, and spoke softly.

"Second Uncle, don't be anxious."

"If Junior Brother Xuandu only has this much ability, he is not worthy of being the Vice Sect Leader of our Human Sect."

In this vast world, the war has reached a critical juncture.

The Taoist Ran Deng pressed forward relentlessly, the black flames of the coffin lamp above his head raging to the heavens, and his feet treading on a rolling sea of ​​netherworld fire. He was like a world-destroying demon god who had emerged from the ancient hell.

"Xuan Du! Admit defeat!"

The Taoist Ran Deng's face was full of arrogance, and his voice carried an unquestionable sense of superiority.