The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

Chapter 96 Yellow-haired Weasel

This is the Hunyuan Umbrella, which is renowned throughout the Three Realms.

This treasure is incredibly powerful. If you were to open a long umbrella on the battlefield, it could instantly darken the sky and extinguish the sun and moon.

If the umbrella handle is turned, it can cause the heavens and earth to shake and the universe to turn upside down. Even an immortal golden immortal would find it difficult to stand. It can even be used to forcibly take away other people's immortal treasures.

Mo Lihong touched the edge of the Hunyuan Umbrella's ribs and immediately untied a round pearl that emitted a soft white light.

He handed the pearl to Song Yi, saying, "This is the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl. Take it and use it to subdue that demon!"

Song Yi was overjoyed and quickly accepted it with both hands, saying, "I will return it as soon as I'm done using it."

"It's alright." Mo Lihong waved his hand. "We four brothers are ordered by the Great Heavenly Venerable to descend to the mortal realm every now and then to inspect the four continents. We can retrieve it on the way when we pass by Cangmang Mountain."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Song Yi bowed deeply.

After bidding farewell to the four Heavenly Kings, Song Yi immediately descended to the mortal realm and returned to Cangmang Mountain.

He stood atop a cloud and roared, "Wind Demon, come out and surrender at once!"

Before the words were finished, the dark, yellowish-brown cloud suddenly surged, and a figure stepped out from within it.

The man was dressed in a yellow robe, with a gaunt face and a pair of triangular eyes that gleamed with a sharp light. His demonic aura was so dense that it almost solidified.

He sized Song Yi up and down, then sneered, "A defeated opponent, yet you dare to come here to die?"

Then it suddenly opened its mouth wide, its cheeks bulging like balls, and then spewed out a mouthful of yellow wind.

The Samadhi Divine Wind lived up to its name; where the wind passed, rocks shattered, ancient trees broke, and the world was plunged into chaos, with the sun and moon losing their light, as if the entire Cangmang Mountain was about to be overturned.

Song Yi remained calm and offered the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl into the air.

The Wind-Stabilizing Pearl hovered in mid-air, casting circles of soft yet resilient white light.

The fierce, soul-stirring Samadhi Wind, upon colliding with this layer of white light, vanished instantly, like snow meeting boiling oil.

No matter how much the Wind Demon unleashed its magic, the gale only swirled outside the white light, unable to advance an inch.

In just a short while, the raging winds gradually dissipated, and the world returned to its clear state.

Fengmo's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

Since his debut, the Samadhi Divine Wind has been his greatest reliance, allowing him to act recklessly and even heavenly soldiers and generals could not do anything to him. Yet today, it was broken by a mere bead.

Song Yi didn't give him time to react.

As soon as he put away the Wind-Fixing Pearl, he pointed his sword and a clear, melodious sword cry pierced the air. The Azure Chain Sword transformed into a ten-foot-long streak of azure light and was unsheathed.

This sword is indeed a treasure used by a Great Luo Golden Immortal to subdue demons. Its blade exudes an incomparably sharp sword aura, and just one glance at it from afar makes one feel a chill on the skin.

"go!"

With a shout, Song Yi's Green Chain Sword transformed into a streak of light, heading straight for Feng Mo's face.

The sword light was incredibly fast, reaching him in the blink of an eye. Feng Mo hastily dodged to the side, but the sword energy tore a gash in his yellow robe, from which blood seeped faintly.

The Wind Demon was both surprised and furious, and finally put away his contempt.

He gritted his teeth, made a grasping motion with both hands in front of him, and eighteen long, black banners appeared out of thin air, unfurling in the air with a whoosh.

Each of those long banners was about three zhang tall, and the surface was embroidered with dense, eerie runes, exuding a cold and dark aura.

Eighteen long banners were arranged in mid-air, forming a mysterious demon array. Black mist filled the array, and the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling were incessant.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Mo made hand seals, and the eighteen long banners vibrated simultaneously. Countless thumb-sized black sand and stones shot out from the banners, raining down on Song Yi.

Each grain of sand contained a sinister power that devoured souls and stole spirits, specifically targeting the primordial spirit, making it impossible to defend against.

Song Yi's eyes sharpened, and he began to take the Big Dipper Step, his entire body moving unpredictably through the swirling black sand.

At the same time, the sword technique in his hand suddenly changed, and an ancient and vast sword intent rose from his body.

This is a set of Taiqing sword techniques that he has only recently comprehended. It is derived from the profound Taoist principles of the Taiqing lineage. It seems simple and unadorned, but in fact it contains the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.

Each sword strike seemed to align with the trajectory of the Great Dao, and with each simple thrust and flick, it was imbued with an overwhelming and irresistible power of heaven and earth.

The Azure Sword hummed incessantly in his hand, and the azure light on its blade grew ever more dazzling.

Song Yi took a deep breath, his body suddenly rose higher, and then he slashed down with his sword.

This sword strike was completely unadorned, a simple, straightforward slash, yet its immense power drew out a cyan ribbon tens of feet long in the air, as if it were about to split the heavens and earth in two.

The sword energy slashed into the demon formation, and the eighteen long banners trembled violently.

Wherever the incomparably sharp cyan sword light passed, the black mist melted away like boiling water poured on snow, and the runes on the banner exploded one after another, emitting a piercing crackling sound.

The Wind Demon's expression changed drastically. He desperately tried to stabilize the formation by channeling his magic power, but the sword energy of the Azure Sword was too sharp, and the Taiqing Sword Technique was in harmony with the Heavenly Dao. His demon formation simply could not withstand it.

In the time it takes to strike seven or eight swords, the eighteen long banners were already covered with cracks, and finally shattered with a deafening roar, turning into black dust that fell all over the sky.

With the demon array broken, the Wind Demon, caught in the mental turmoil, coughed up a mouthful of blood and staggered back several thousand feet.

He raised his head and stared intently at the cyan sword gleaming in Song Yi's hand, fear finally creeping into his eyes.

He was originally a rat demon who had become a spirit, and he was naturally timid. He had only dared to be arrogant because of the Samadhi Divine Wind and the demon array. Now that he had used all his trump cards, he was still at a disadvantage. He could no longer suppress the cowardice in his bones.

"Where there's life, there's hope."

The wind demon's mind raced, and he dared not linger in the fight any longer. With a swift movement, he transformed into a streak of dim yellow light and shot towards the horizon at an astonishing speed.

To their surprise, a deep, muffled roar came from above, and a colossal creature descended from the sky—the very same Heavenly Patterned Rhinoceros.

This rhinoceros was covered in five-colored cloud patterns, with prominent horns and clouds rising from its feet. Its cultivation level as a late-stage Xuanxian far surpassed that of the Wind Demon, and it blocked the way.

The Wind Demon hurriedly turned his escape light around, but the Heavenly Flower Pattern Rhinoceros opened its mouth and spat out a five-colored rainbow of light, causing him to stumble.

Immediately afterwards, it leaped into the air and chased after it. With a sudden flick of its single horn, the Wind Demon screamed and tumbled dozens of feet away, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

A beginner Xuanxian is no match for a late-stage Xuanxian. After only a few rounds, the beginner is forced into a desperate and miserable state.

Seeing the opportunity, Song Yi flipped his wrist, and a golden light flew out from his sleeve.

The Immortal Binding Rope grew longer in the wind, transforming into a golden stream of light that coiled around the area like a serpent.

The Wind Demon was already in a panic due to the Heavenly Pattern Rhinoceros, and had no time to dodge. With a flash of golden light, the Immortal Binding Rope had already bound it tightly.

Song Yifei stepped forward and looked down at Feng Mo, who was bound like a rice dumpling.

Under the binding of the Immortal Binding Rope, its form gradually shrank and changed, and its demonic aura receded like the tide, finally revealing its true form.

It turned out to be a yellow-haired weasel, over ten feet long, with withered yellow fur and two small eyes that darted around in a panic.