Journey to the West: Deer Power Immortal, Starting from Becoming a Disciple of the Supreme Lord Tais

After saying that, the King of Inspiration waved his hand, and the scene on the banks of the Clear Water River transformed into a light screen that appeared in mid-air.

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The Qingshui River was churning, creating an image of a city being flooded.

Upon hearing this, Lu Qingxuan's expression changed drastically. He had not expected that the Great King Linggan would be so ruthless.

Those were the people of an entire city, yet in his eyes they were merely pawns to provoke him.

"Third brother, don't fall into their trap! If you leave this formation, you'll be playing right into their hands," Tiger Power Immortal urged.

The Great Immortal Sheep also advised against it.

In his view, the Great King of Inspiration was not really willing to take action. Those were the people of an entire city. Even if he cultivated under the guidance of Guanyin Bodhisattva, once he took action, the karma would not be easily eliminated.

It's not impossible that it takes hundreds of years to make progress.

But there's always a chance of something going wrong, and even if the odds are slim, Lu Qingxuan wouldn't dare to gamble.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Qingxuan stepped out of the formation.

The five-colored light curtain closed behind him, separating him from Yangli and Huli.

Seeing Lu Qingxuan step out of the formation, King Linggan sneered, put away the nine-petaled red copper hammer, and stood with his hands behind his back: "You do have some courage, but courage alone is not enough; you also need ability."

Lu Qingxuan said calmly, "I've already come out. Could you please release those civilians?"

"That's natural. I'm only taking your life today, so I don't want to make things difficult for them," King Linggan nodded.

He then withdrew his magic, and the Clear Water River returned to its original state.

Lu Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at King Linggan: "In that case, let's fight!"

After saying this, Lu Qingxuan, holding a long sword, attacked Linggan Dawang.

King Linggan snorted coldly, flipped his hand, and the nine-petaled red copper hammer reappeared in his hand. He swung the hammer and smashed it towards Lu Qingxuan.

The bronze hammer possessed immense power; each strike stirred up a gale, causing sand and stones to fly and obscuring the sun and moon.

In comparison, Lu Qingxuan's longsword was at a disadvantage. It was rumored that the nine-petaled red copper hammer in Linggan Dawang's hand was forged from an unopened lotus in Guanyin Bodhisattva's pool, and its power was extraordinary.

In the original story, even when facing a combined attack from Pigsy and Sandy, the Great King Linggan, wielding the Nine-Petaled Red Copper Hammer, was still able to hold his own, demonstrating the power of this magical weapon.

Faced with such terrifying force, Lu Qingxuan dared not take it head-on, and kept dodging to deflect the power of the bronze hammer.

"You dodged pretty quickly." King Linggan sneered, swinging his bronze hammer even more fiercely, without any strategy, just to kill Lu Qingxuan.

Lu Qingxuan used the terrain to his advantage to deal with Linggan Dawang, sometimes hiding behind trees and sometimes hiding in the crevices of rocks. Whenever he had an opening, he would stab Linggan Dawang with his sword, making Linggan Dawang feel very frustrated.

"Little Taoist, all you can do is hide? If you're so capable, fight me head-on!" King Linggan was annoyed by him and missed several times with his hammer, leaving the hillside pitted and scarred.

Lu Qingxuan sheathed his sword and stood there, laughing, "Your Majesty's cultivation is profound; I am ashamed to admit my inferiority. Since you know you cannot defeat me, are you not even allowed to retreat?"

King Linggan was so enraged by Lu Qingxuan that his face turned ashen. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, try hiding! Let's see how long you can hide!"

He raised his hands, and two balls of golden light condensed in his palms, transforming into countless golden needles that shot out in all directions like a torrential rain.

This move had an extremely wide range, covering an area of ​​dozens of feet in radius, leaving Lu Qingxuan nowhere to hide.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lu Qingxuan quickly summoned his alchemy furnace to block in front of him.

The alchemy furnace spun rapidly, deflecting the incoming beam of light.

When the two came together, they made a clanging sound, like a downpour hitting a sheet of metal, making one's eardrums ache.

When the Great King Linggan saw the alchemy furnace, a hint of hatred flashed in his eyes. How could he not know that his brother, Black Scale, had been refined by this very furnace!

"How dare you bring out this alchemy furnace! Today I'll smash it to pieces to avenge my brother!"

The Great King of Inspiration raised his nine-petaled red copper hammer, gathered all his magical power, and smashed it down on the alchemy furnace.

With a loud clang, the alchemy furnace was smashed dozens of feet away and rolled several times on the ground.

Looking again, a shallow dent has appeared on the alchemy furnace.

Lu Qingxuan was heartbroken. Although this alchemy furnace was not some kind of immortal treasure, it was still his beloved possession for many years. He immediately summoned the alchemy furnace back.

Having succeeded in his attack, the Great King of Inspiration became even more arrogant, striding towards Lu Qingxuan with his bronze hammer in hand.

With each step, the ground trembled violently, creating a terrifying spectacle.

Lu Qingxuan had no choice but to act. His sword flashed with a blue light and shot away.

"What? Not dodging anymore?" King Inspiration grinned and raised his hammer to smash.

The sword and hammer clashed, sparks flew, and a piercing metallic scraping sound was heard.

Lu Qingxuan felt an overwhelming force emanating from the sword, which made his hands go numb and he staggered back several steps before regaining his balance.

Fortunately, the longsword was made by the Tushita Palace and was not damaged.

On the other hand, the King of Inspiration swayed slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He never expected that this young Taoist priest, whose skills were far inferior to his own, could withstand his blows without falling; it was quite peculiar.

"You Taoist priest, you do have some brute strength, but that's all the skill you have. It's not enough to impress anyone."

As he spoke, the Great King of Inspiration raised his bronze hammer again, this time using eighty percent of his strength, determined to smash Lu Qingxuan into mincemeat.

The bronze hammer came crashing down like a small mountain, hurtling towards Lu Qingxuan.

Lu Qingxuan narrowed his eyes. This was the first time he had felt danger since descending to the mortal realm. He immediately gritted his teeth, raised his sword with both hands, and went to meet the attack.

"clang!"

With a deafening roar, Lu Qingxuan's longsword was knocked out of his hand, and he himself tumbled several times in the air before landing on the ground.

"Third brother!"

Tiger Power Immortal was so anxious in the formation that he stamped his feet and was about to rush out with his tiger-head hammer in hand.

"Brother, don't move." Lu Qingxuan turned around and stopped him with his eyes.

The Great King of Inspiration came for him, so naturally he couldn't involve the two demons, Tiger Power and Sheep Power, in it.

Moreover, he vaguely sensed that there were other people around him, but he didn't know if they were the helpers of the Inspiration King.

Seeing this scene, King Linggan sighed inwardly. Once upon a time, he and the black scales were in the same situation, but unfortunately, they were now separated as human and ghost.

"This strike will take your life!" King Linggan raised his bronze hammer, preparing for the final blow.

Just then, a clear voice suddenly rang out from the sky: "Hey, hey, hey, stop! Stop!"

The King of Inspiration ignored him and continued his movements.

"I told you to stop! Didn't you hear me?"

The two consecutive voices displeased the King of Inspiration, who looked up to see who dared to interfere in his affairs.

Two beams of blue light flew down from the sky and landed above the Taoist temple, transforming into two children who looked to be eleven or twelve years old.

The two had their hair tied up in two buns, wore blue robes, and were exquisitely beautiful.

It was the clear breeze and bright moon of Wuzhuang Temple.

Upon seeing these two, King Linggan's expression changed slightly. Although he cultivated in the South China Sea, he recognized these two boys.

Even the stars in the sky would treat him with utmost respect, so how could a mere koi carp before a Bodhisattva dare to offend him?