Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord of the Pure Land

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Before the words were even finished, Tai Chi had already moved. Chen Jiao was not a talkative person, nor did he have a habit of procrastination.

He held the sword horizontally, its tip pointing diagonally towards the vast expanse.

In an instant, the gloomy sky on the road to the underworld seemed to be stirred by an invisible force.

As if commanded, the fire elemental energy from all directions surged forth like rivers flowing into the sea, or like the Milky Way turning upside down, all converging on the three-foot sword's edge.

The vast crimson glow illuminated all directions, dyeing the gloomy winds and yellow sands with a flowing fiery hue.

The sword, infused with this vast spiritual energy, suddenly expanded and transformed into a boundless expanse of radiant light.

Amidst the rosy glow, the form of a divine steed unfolds, like the wings of a vermilion bird hanging from the sky, its feathers like flowing fire and its blades like blazing light.

Driven by the flow of energy, this sword strike has firmly locked onto the three demons in front of it.

The sword swept across.

The vast fiery feathers instantly swept across a hundred miles, the blazing sword energy intertwined with the pure yang true fire, engulfing the leopard demon, the skinny old monkey, and the ghost Taoist.

The heat wave hit them, making the three ghosts' bodies sizzle.

Even more terrifying was the sharp sword intent contained within the fire feathers. The sword energy pierced their bones, as if thousands of fine needles were pricking them, causing their ghostly bodies to suffer excruciating pain and their yin energy to dissipate.

Although the skinny old man was shocked by Chen Jiao's previous methods, he was ultimately a Nascent Soul cultivator with years of experience, ruthless and not someone to be trifled with.

As the blazing flames approached, a ghostly light flashed in his eyes, and his urgent telepathic communication simultaneously exploded in the divine senses of both the leopard demon and the ghost Taoist.

"What are you waiting for! If you have any trump cards up your sleeve, why not use them now?"

I wish I could be burned to ashes by this real fire, never to be reincarnated again!

Upon hearing this, the leopard demon's face contorted in pain.

Although he was also a Nascent Soul Great Demon Lord, he relied on his extraordinary talent, possessing a powerful physical body and superb escape skills.

Such magical techniques that directly confront the overwhelming force of a sword are not my forte.

Startled and enraged by the old man's shout, he could only forcefully channel his magical power to resist the scorching flames, and then shouted at the ghostly Taoist:

"You Taoist priest! We're both wearing Taoist robes, so why don't you have any hidden tricks up your sleeve? Have you wasted all your supernatural abilities on dogs?"

If we keep hiding it, we'll all be finished!

While shouting, he subtly moved his feet, subtly occupying the Xun position (wind element), and a dark wind gathered around him.

Clearly, they already had plans to flee at any time if the situation turned unfavorable.

Ghost Dao was only a Golden Core cultivator in his previous life. If he were to be scolded like this by a Nascent Soul Demon Lord on ordinary days, he would probably have to swallow his anger.

But now that they are all ghosts and trapped in the same deadly situation, the awe brought by that level of understanding has faded considerably.

He was already frustrated by his repeated setbacks, and upon hearing this, his anger flared even more. Without thinking twice, he retorted sharply:

"Bah! You wretched creature, shut your mouth! Whether I have skills or not is none of your business to judge!"

Despite the cursing, he dared not be negligent in the slightest when faced with a life-or-death situation.

He gritted his teeth, made a strange hand seal with both hands, and chanted incantations.

Suddenly, a hazy light shone from the top of his head, and then a small, palm-sized blue flag fluttered out.

As soon as the small flag appeared, it grew taller in the wind, instantly becoming about ten feet high, hanging above the ghost Taoist's head, fluttering loudly.

The flag was neither cloth nor silk, but seemed to be woven from some kind of strange blue silk, with a blue light flowing across it.

There are faint images of rising clouds and moistening rain, exuding a serene yet profound and vast spiritual charm.

It stands out from the surrounding intense sword intent and deathly aura, forming its own unique and mysterious artistic conception.

This flag is called the "Mysterious True Rain-Covering Azure Flag," which was obtained by chance by a ghost cultivator in an ancient cave before his death. It is extremely miraculous.

Unfortunately, despite years of study and exhaustive efforts, he was unable to completely refine and subdue it, and could only barely borrow a portion of its power.

Even so, he managed to save his life from powerful enemies on several occasions thanks to this flag.

After his fall, this flag, hidden deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, was not lost along with his physical body and magical artifacts, and has become his greatest reliance now.

Seeing the sea of ​​fire and sword energy sweeping in, the Ghost Taoist could no longer hold back.

The Ghost Taoist took a deep breath, gripped the flagpole tightly with one hand, and made hand seals with lightning speed with the other, chanting incantations:

"The Xuan Yuan decrees, the Water Palace communicates with the truth. The Xun wind is summoned, and the Kan rain responds. The flag unfurls in the blue sky, and the rain pours down upon the four seas."

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!"

With each word uttered, the cloud patterns on the Xuanzhen Rain-Covering Azure Banner lit up a little, and the corners of the banner moved without wind, subtly stirring the spiritual energy of the water in all directions.

As he vigorously waved the flag, a wondrous sight appeared.

In this netherworld, on the road to the Yellow Springs, the wind howls and the sand swirls all year round; there has never been a drop of water.

At this moment, in the dim yellow sky, gray clouds were rapidly gathering.

The spiritual energy of water in the world suddenly became richer, and in the blink of an eye, a light drizzle actually began to fall!

Rain falls on the netherworld, rain drifts down from the Yellow Springs.

This scene was so intense that even the dazed souls and ghost messengers in the distance, and even the Ox-Head and Horse-Face demons who were fighting the ghost generals of Guihai Mountain, sensed this abnormal change in the energy of heaven and earth.

Even amidst their busy schedules, they all cast a glance, their eyes filled with disbelief.

The Ghost Taoist's expression was solemn. While vigorously waving the flag, he shouted at the skinny old man and the leopard demon:

The old man and the leopard demon felt that the scorching heat around them had actually been somewhat reduced by the continuous drizzle.

The two ghosts were both surprised and delighted. They were surprised that this ghost Taoist possessed such a precious treasure, and delighted that it might truly be able to restrain the Pure Yang Fire Technique.

His gaze involuntarily fell on the green flag again, a fleeting look of greed crossing his face.

Hearing the ghost Taoist's shout, he forcibly suppressed his greed, knowing that his life was hanging by a thread and that he had to join forces.

"Watch my skills!"

The old man let out a shriek, and his ghostly claws lashed out and tore at the gray-white clouds in the sky!

Suddenly, a chilling, eerie wind arose out of nowhere, howling and sweeping into the clouds.

Stimulated by this cold wind, the drizzle did not intensify, but the raindrops suddenly turned icy cold.

Although the leopard demon was not skilled in offensive supernatural powers, it was proficient in the art of controlling the wind and circulating qi. It immediately took a deep breath of yin qi, its chest bulged, and then exhaled violently!

A dark gray, eerie whirlwind roared out of its mouth, soaring into the sky and crashing into the rain clouds, stirring them wildly!

The wind borrows the power of the rain, and the rain amplifies the wind's strength.

In an instant, the misty blue rain spread wider and the rain became more intense, transforming into a blue rain curtain that covered the sky and earth, swirling back towards the sea of ​​fire and sword energy that was approaching in an instant!

Chen Jiao stood in the rain, surrounded by flames. The rainwater evaporated as it fell, making a hissing sound and rising wisps of white steam.

He looked up at the green flag that was stirring up the clouds and rain, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This flag can forcibly mobilize the water elemental energy in the Netherworld. Although its power is limited by the wielder's cultivation level, it is still quite extraordinary.

It is indeed a rare and precious treasure.

"The treasure is exquisite, but the wielder is mediocre. Do you really think you can extinguish the flames of the Southern Ming with just a few borrowed clouds and a bit of eerie wind?"

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