After guarding the gates for a hundred years, I drove the Heavenly Saint to madness.

Chapter 222 The Reincarnation of Two Saints, the Death of Chang'er Dingguang Immortal

Outside Jiepai Pass, the wind and snow were still, and the Dao Ancestor Hongjun remained expressionless.

He raised his withered hand, turned it over, and a ball of black and white flames slowly emerged. This was the last remaining trace of Laozi's true spirit.

Hongjun flicked his sleeve, pushing the true spirit toward the Primordial Heavenly Venerable who was standing aside.

Yuanshi Tianzun held his eldest brother's spirit in his hands, his face ashen.

Those eyes, which had always been so arrogant, now churned with an undisguised sense of humiliation and resentment.

The once high and mighty chief disciple of the Xuanmen has now been reduced to relying on reincarnation to cleanse his soul and prolong his life. For the true lineage of Pangu, this is worse than death.

But fate had already been decided, and he had no room for argument.

"Walk."

Hongjun uttered a single word, and gently tapped the air with his purple bamboo staff.

A pitch-black passage leading directly to the underworld suddenly opened, and Hongjun stepped into it first.

Empress Pingxin nodded slightly, followed closely by Yunxiao, who was holding the azure spirit.

Yuanshi Tianzun gritted his teeth, held the Taiqing True Spirit in his hands, and stepped into the crevice with a heart full of resentment.

As everyone departed, the overwhelming pressure at Jiepai Pass dissipated.

In the depths of the netherworld, before the wheel of the six realms of reincarnation.

A chilling wind howled, and the Yellow Springs surged forth.

Lady Pingxin stood beneath the Wheel of Reincarnation. She did not put on airs of a supreme ruler to make things difficult for Yuanshi Tianzun. With the great calamity now at hand, all that was needed was to act impartially.

She formed a hand seal, and the vast source of the earth's essence surged forth.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation disc emitted a deep rumble, and six deep vortexes slowly rotated, opening the passage for life and death and reincarnation.

"Yuanshi, send him in," said Consort Pingxin in a calm voice.

Yuanshi Tianzun stood before the Wheel of Reincarnation, staring at the bottomless vortex, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

The chief disciple of the Xuanmen sect, Laozi, is actually going to enter this Netherworld to suffer all the hardships of the mortal world.

This is an indelible stain on the teachings of Chan and Ren!

But Hongjun Daozu stood aside, watching silently, leaving no room for maneuver.

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Yuanshi Tianzun closed his eyes, suppressing the bleeding pain in his heart, and suddenly flicked his sleeves.

The Supreme Pure Spirit transformed into a black and white stream of light, plunging straight into the vortex of reincarnation that represented humanity. In an instant, it vanished into darkness.

On the other side, Yunxiao knelt on the cold, black stone ground.

She held the wisp of true spirit, emanating a faint Shangqing sword intent, high in both hands. There was no humiliation, only endless anticipation and awe.

"Disciple Yunxiao respectfully sends Master into the cycle of reincarnation!"

Yunxiao kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead touching the ground.

She released her hands, and the azure spirit emitted an extremely faint sword cry, as if responding to her disciple's farewell.

Then it transformed into a streak of azure light and also fell into the vortex of reincarnation.

Two golden lights flashed, and the two saints were reincarnated!

With the true spirits of the two saints entering the cycle of reincarnation, the outcome was completely decided.

Yuanshi Tianzun suddenly turned around, looked at Daozu, his chest heaving, and could no longer suppress his anger.

In this battle, the Xuanmen suffered a crushing defeat. Taiqing was severely injured, and the Chan Sect was greatly weakened. Meanwhile, the Western Sect wavered and fled the battlefield!

If Zhunti and Jieyin hadn't been cowardly and afraid of death in the chaos, and hadn't withdrawn their defenses, how could Tongtian have broken through and severely injured Taiqing?

Later, it was because of the two useless disciples, Zhunti and Jieyin, that they compromised for the sake of their disciples.

Yuanshi Tianzun could not swallow this insult.

"teacher!"

Yuanshi Tianzun stepped forward, his voice suppressing his anger.

"The two Western Saints betrayed their promise and deserted their post, causing our eldest brother to suffer this great calamity and severely damaging the fortunes of the Xuanmen! Such treacherous and ambitious scoundrels—"

He wanted to deliver a lengthy and impassioned speech, requesting the Taoist patriarch to punish the Western religion.

However, Hongjun completely ignored him.

Without even turning his head to look at him, his gaunt body, like a reflection in water, began to fade away inch by inch under the blowing of the eerie wind.

Before the empty Wheel of Reincarnation, the words of the Primordial Celestial Venerable came to an abrupt end.

It was like punching cotton; the frustration of being ignored felt like a sharp blade twisting his heart.

He, the dignified leader of the Chan Sect, was not even entitled to vent his anger!

"well!"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable was so enraged that he laughed instead, his laughter carrying a chilling intent.

He glared at Lady Pingxin and Yunxiao, unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere of the Netherworld any longer. He suddenly flung his Jade Void Daoist robe, and the Jade Purity Immortal Light tore through the Nine Netherworld Barrier.

at the same time.

In the human world, before Jiepai Pass.

A cold wind swirled the remaining snow. The two saints, Zhunti and Jieyin, still stood outside the city walls.

Taiqing and Yuanshi have departed, but they cannot escape. The three vital elements of the Western Sect are still in Xiao Wuji's hands.

Xiao Wuji stood atop the city wall, his feet resting on the Xuanhuang Chaos Bell.

"You two sages, the show is over, it's time to settle the bill." Xiao Wuji said coldly, reaching out to ask for a price.

Zhunti's face turned ashen, as if he were about to spit fire. Jieyin sighed deeply, his face showing distress.

The situation is beyond human control. Even the Dao Ancestor has stepped in to quell the chaos; if they dare to launch another forceful attack, they will be defying the will of Heaven.

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He stepped forward and waved his sleeve.

boom!

A figure, tightly bound by golden Buddhist light, was roughly thrown onto the snow in front of Jiepai Pass like a rolling gourd.

The man was dressed in tattered clothes and had two unusually long rabbit ears.

His face was filled with terror, and he was trembling. It was none other than Chang Er Ding Guang Xian, who had stolen the Six Soul Banner in the past! After being severely injured by Xiao Wuji, he was taken away by them, and now it was time to settle things.

"This is a traitor to the Jie Sect." Jieyin's voice was wooden, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"Our Western religion does not tolerate filth. Today, we return it to its rightful owner, thus settling the karmic debt of our forced intrusion into the Eastern land. In return, we will bring back my three unworthy disciples."

In order to save their protégé, the Western Church did not hesitate to discard this former hidden piece.

Chang Er Ding Guangxian's face was trembling. Although he had been abandoned before, he still felt apprehensive when the old matter was brought up again.

He betrayed Tongtian to save his own life, hoping to attain Buddhahood in the West. But in the face of this great calamity, he realized he was nothing more than a disposable pawn!

"Sage, save me! Sage, have mercy!" Chang Er Ding Guang Xian knelt on the snow, frantically kowtowing to Zhunti Jieyin.

The two saints didn't even glance at him, turning their heads away directly.

Xiao Wuji looked at the traitor lying in the snow like a stray dog, his eyes filled with no pity, only a chilling killing intent.

"A dog that has apostasy has no right to bark."

Xiao Wuji pointed his fingers like a sword and slashed through the air.

A hazy, gray sword aura shot out and swept across the neck of Chang Er Ding Guang Xian.

Without a chance to struggle, Chang Er Ding Guang Xian was decapitated. His true spirit, which had just tried to escape, was instantly shredded by the destructive laws contained in the sword energy, and his soul was completely annihilated.

After cleaning up his own house, Xiao Wuji let out a cold snort.

He tapped his toes, and the Chaos Bell emitted a deep hum, its mouth flipping.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Three figures, resembling rotten mud, were poured directly from the bell and landed on the snowy ground outside the pass. They were none other than Shakyamuni, Maitreya, and Bhaisajyaguru.

Now that Hongjun has intervened, he naturally cannot continue to stall; otherwise, if it were to trigger Hongjun's return, it would be disastrous.

Meanwhile, seeing his beloved disciple's miserable state from afar, Zhunti felt as if his heart was being torn apart, and his eyes almost bled.

"Xiao Wuji!"

Zhunti gritted his teeth, unable to maintain the dignity of the saint any longer.