I used folk talismans to ward off the evil spirit.

Chapter 97 Divine Sword Controls Thunder, Rebirth from the Ashes (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Longhu Mountain, Celestial Master's Mansion.

Jiang Jun sat cross-legged in the middle of the Seven Star Ancient Camphor Tree, with five-colored rays of light shining through his brow, dissolving the eerie aura emanating from the ancient tree.

His lips moved slightly as he recited the "Qingjing Jing" (Classic of Purity and Tranquility), the sound of the scripture flowing slowly and steadily, intertwining with the glow of the sunset.

Suddenly, his voice stopped. Following the connection of the Dao of Suppression, his divine sense shot towards South America.

At this moment, Marcos was kneeling on the ground, holding the "Divine Rooster Talisman" in his hands, trembling all over.

The flame on the talisman had dimmed to almost nothing, with only a tiny spark flickering.

Jiang Jun frowned slightly, then focused his attention on sensing the other disciples who had been granted the techniques. Although they had also encountered setbacks, they were far from being at their wits' end.

Jiang Jun withdrew his divine sense, opened his eyes, and said to the old Celestial Master who had been standing guard at the edge of the plateau, "Celestial Master, one of my disciples in South America has encountered a strange calamity, and I wish to summon him to bestow upon me a divine intervention. I wonder if you could do me this favor?"

Without asking any further questions, the old celestial master raised his hand and made a hand seal, causing the Azure Dragon Stone and the Crimson Tiger Stone to emit a low humming sound at the same time.

The blue light and firelight intertwined, forming a barrier around Jiang Jun, completely concealing the strange phenomenon of the ancient tree.

"Fellow Daoist, please make yourself at home," said the old Celestial Master.

Jiang Jun nodded slightly, and with a thought, the guiding power pierced through the void and descended towards Santos City.

Marcos was leaning on the windowsill, gazing at the falling flame in the distance, his face filled with despair.

Suddenly, a familiar force enveloped him.

He felt the scenery before his eyes distort for a moment, and then he appeared in a blue and red light screen.

Before him sat a figure dressed in black robes and a twelve-tasseled crown.

"Senior Juntian!" Marcos's voice trembled, his eyes burning, like a drowning man grasping at the last piece of driftwood. "Please, Fire Feather—it's dying! Santos is almost finished too! I—"

"I know." Jiang Jun raised his hand to interrupt him, took out the lightning-struck peach wood sword from his side, and handed it over.

"Take this lightning-struck peach wood sword back with you. The strange calamity in Santos City can be resolved," Jiang Jun said.

Marcos accepted the gift with both hands, but before he could even say thank you, the scenery before his eyes distorted again.

When he came to his senses, he was already lying face down on his own floor. The peach wood sword was in his hand, feeling heavy.

Outside the window, the sounds of explosions and cries mingled together, the eerie fog grew thicker, and the ominous disaster was becoming increasingly obvious and severe.

He stared blankly at the lightning-struck peach wood sword in his hand.

The next moment, the peach wood sword suddenly broke free from his hand, flew up on its own, smashed through the glass, and soared into the air.

On the dark brown sword, purple and silver lightning patterns suddenly lit up, crackling with electricity, as if testing something.

Jiang Jun's divine sense was contained within the sword, and using the sword as his vessel, he swept across the entire city of Santos.

He saw ruins and corpses, police officers and knights fighting desperately, and Fire Feather, nearly annihilated and tightly bound by the Soul-Eating Squid.

He heard Carlos's maniacal laughter and the ferocious roars of two lord-level monsters.

He tried to sense the presence of the Pathfinder, but unfortunately, there wasn't a trace nearby. Santos City seemed to have been abandoned by the world.

"Perhaps this place has already been strategically abandoned," Jiang Jun realized. "After all, several areas in Samba were affected by the disaster, most of which are more important than Santos."

He no longer hesitated. The lightning-struck peach wood sword hovered in mid-air, and the lightning patterns on its blade suddenly erupted.

In the city of Santos, among the surviving houses.

The peach wood swords hanging on the walls, lintels, or held in people's hands all emitted faint purple lightning and converged towards the peach wood sword in the sky.

Countless tiny bolts of lightning energy, like rivers flowing into the sea, poured into the sword.

Thanks to the abundance of peaches in Santos and throughout the state of St. John, peach wood is plentiful, and the number of peach wood swords here is far greater than Jiang Jun had expected.

These peach wood swords, which were usually only used to ward off evil spirits, became, at this moment, the fulcrum for Jiang Jun to manipulate the power of heaven and earth.

In the sky, dark clouds surged, and lightning flashed and thunder roared.

Whether it's divine intervention or just a coincidence, St. John's is currently experiencing a major storm.

A massive thundercloud pressed down on the eerie mist, and bolts of lightning struck down one after another, but it was too late to budge it.

Just then, the sword energy of the lightning-struck peach wood sword soared into the sky, piercing through the eerie fog that sealed off Santos City, and in an instant, it successfully connected with the thundercloud.

"boom-

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The laws of the world resonate in response!

A bolt of purple lightning, as thick as a water bucket, cleaved down from the clouds and, guided by the sword energy, struck the eerie mist.

The eerie fog that had enveloped the entire city surged violently, tearing open a massive gash.

The lightning-struck peach wood sword spun in the sky, its tip pointing directly at the area of ​​Santos City where the eerie atmosphere was most intense.

"Boom—"

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In the blink of an eye, Jiang Jun drew upon the power of heaven and earth, and the thunderous sword energy ripped through the sky and crashed down.

That's where Carlos is!

Carlos stood on the ruins, bombarding Enrique and Meng Guangping with gray-white beams of light, intending to end the battle as soon as possible and sacrifice the two to the Abyss.

Suddenly, an unprecedented sense of crisis pressed down on him. He looked up, and his pupils contracted sharply.

A purple lightning sword light tore through the sky, descending upon him with an aura of world destruction.

"No!" Carlos felt the ominous star flash wildly, screamed, and commanded the Soul-Eating Squid and the Bone-Spiked Quadruped to block in front of him.

With a flash of lightning, the Soul-Devouring Squid's body was split in two, and grayish-white turbid liquid gushed out like a spring.

The head of the bone-spiked four-legged beast was severed by lightning, and the headless corpse lunged forward a few steps before crashing to the ground.

Two lord-level monsters were killed in one blow!

On the battlefield, everyone was stunned.

Enrique's mouth gaped open, and he forgot to close it.

Meng Guangping's pupils contracted sharply.

The remaining members of the Holy Cross Knights forgot about the battle and stared blankly at the sky.

The officers from the Department of the Supernatural stopped what they were doing and looked up at the purple lightning.

In battles between equals, lords are immortal and transcendents are indestructible!

This is the consensus reached by everyone over the past forty years since the Abyss descended.

Unless a "Great Ghost" descends or an "Elephant-level" divine artifact is activated, a Lord-level monster can only be sealed away or crushed in the clash of the world's laws.

There has never been a Transcendent Realm expert who could directly kill a Lord-level monster!

Even those who blaze a trail won't do it!

Carlos turned pale and turned to run away.

But the thunderous sword light fell again, and this time, no monster blocked it for him.

He desperately tried to activate the gray-white barrier, but the barrier shattered instantly in the face of the lightning, like paper.

Just as the lightning was about to touch his body, a vast and strange power of law descended from the void, enveloping Carlos.

A grayish-white light shot into the sky, stalemating with the thunderous sword energy and actually blocking the attack.

The laws of the Abyss have descended upon reality, using Carlos as a fulcrum to peel Santos City away from reality, attempting to drag it completely into the Abyss.

In the sky, around the gaping hole in the eerie mist that had been torn open, the grayish-white fog surged again, attempting to close up.

On the edge of the city, signs of spatial collapse are faintly visible.

Jiang Jun's divine sense was attached to the lightning-struck peach wood sword, and he watched this scene with cold eyes.

The pathfinders of the Samba Kingdom never appeared from beginning to end.

He didn't know if the other party was being held back or simply didn't care about the life or death of the city.

All he knew was that if the Law of the Abyss succeeded, the entire city of Santos would cease to exist, and the situation on Blue Star would collapse even further.

Jiang Jun spared no expense, pouring all the merit he had accumulated over this period into the lightning-struck peach wood sword.

Crimson-gold light burst forth from the lightning-struck peach wood sword, intertwining with purple lightning to transform into an even more intense pillar of light that shot into the sky.

The lightning high in the sky was drawn, clashing with the power of the Abyss Law within Carlos's body from a distance.

The world was shrouded in a deathly white light, and all sounds were swallowed up.

After an unknown amount of time, the thunder stopped and the beam of light dissipated.

In the sky, the gaping hole in the eerie mist remained open, unclosed.

The spot where Carlos was standing was blasted into a huge crater, and there was nothing at the bottom of the crater.

There were no corpses, no ashes, only a few wisps of eerie energy slowly dissipating and vanishing in an instant.

No one knows whether Carlos is dead or alive.

Jiang Jun withdrew his divine sense, and the lightning-struck peach wood sword slowly fell from the sky and stuck in front of Marcos's house. The lightning patterns on the sword body had dimmed by more than half.

In the sky, the gathered lightning power lost its pull and exploded, sweeping across the entire city of Santos like a tidal wave.

The power of lightning swept through, and the surviving humans not only escaped being electrocuted and injured, but their condition continued to improve.

The hidden monsters were swept away like dust, easily wiped out, leaving only strange objects scattered everywhere, waiting for the right person to pick them up.

The eerie fog overhead resembled a shattered mirror, with a gray-blue sky peeking through the cracks, but the city's edge remained shrouded in a gray-white mist.

Enrique propped himself up from the ruins and looked around blankly.

He struggled to his feet and walked towards Meng Guangping: "Is it... over?"

Meng Guangping did not answer. He closed his eyes, sensed with his divine sense, and his face turned ashen.

"It's not over yet." He opened his eyes, his voice low. "The ghostly realm of Santos City—has completely merged with reality."

Enrique's expression changed drastically.

The merging of the supernatural realm with reality means that this city is now directly connected to the Abyss of Ghosts.

In the future, monsters will emerge in an endless stream, and there will be no way to eradicate them.

Worse still, he vaguely sensed that the edge of fusion was extending into the shallower layers of the Abyss.

If this drags on any longer, the entire city will eventually slide into an abyss of evil.

The joy of surviving the ordeal vanished in that instant.

Enrique, distraught, took a deep breath and ordered the remaining members of the Knights: "Go, gather up all the strange creatures in the city."

He turned to Meng Guangping, pointed to a spot not far ahead, and said solemnly, "Please give these to the saint who helped us. These are his spoils of war."

There, three lord-level artifacts and two clumps of extraordinary essence lay quietly.

If the roles were reversed, countless cultivators at the Refinement Realm and even the Transcendent Realm would probably go mad for it.

At this moment, however, no one dared to step forward and scramble for it.

"Mr. Enrique, rest assured, I will deliver them to that senior intact." Meng Guangping nodded.

He stared at the huge pit beneath his feet, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

The fact that he could kill two lord-level monsters with a single sword strike, triggering a clash between lightning and the laws of the Abyss, was truly astonishing!

This Daoist Juntian's strength is probably far more than what outsiders perceive.

"Oh no, there's also that divine chicken—" He was jolted awake from the shock of Jiang Jun's attack and hurriedly joined Enrique in searching for the location of Fire Feather.

They searched through the ruins for a while and finally found Fire Feather in the rubble.

It was pressed under several broken cement slabs, its crimson feathers turned grayish-white, and its halo was almost invisible.

The two carefully lifted it out.

Fire Feather was as light as a clump of withered grass, its form shifting between solid and transparent, sometimes appearing firm, sometimes translucent, like an illusion that could vanish at any moment.

Enrique looked at the dying giant chicken, his lips trembled a few times, but he didn't say anything.

Meng Guangping stood silently to the side, knowing full well that the divine rooster had exhausted all its strength in trying to hold off Carlos.

Although the calamity has receded, it can no longer hold on.

Just then, faint sounds came from afar. It was the prayers of the survivors.

Some people knelt before the ruins, some held the bodies of their loved ones, and some stood behind broken windows, praying in Portuguese, Spanish, and various other dialects.

Among them, content related to fire angels, phoenixes, and sacred flames accounts for a very high proportion.

The sounds of prayer converged from all directions, like countless tiny streams flowing through the eerie mist and ruins, all rushing toward the same direction.

Enrique looked down and saw that Huo Yu's body was gradually solidifying.

The gray-white feathers regained their golden luster, and the dim halo began to flicker, as if it had been ignited.

From faint to bright, from bright to dazzling.

Those prayers converged into an invisible force, not faith, not a miracle, but the heartfelt gratitude and remembrance of everyone in the city who had been saved by Fire Feather or had seen its form.

Flames suddenly erupted around Huo Yu.

A crimson-gold flame shot into the sky, completely dispelling the surrounding eerie mist.

It stood up proudly, shook its wings, and the flames on its feathers burned brighter than ever before, its crest like a dancing sunbeam.

"Giggle—"

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It raised its head and let out a high-pitched cry that echoed throughout the city.

In the distance, Marcos was running desperately toward them.

He ran past collapsed buildings, past piles of rubble, past crowds kneeling in prayer, losing a shoe and cutting his feet on rubble, but he was completely unaware.

He walked through the last street and saw the towering flames, and saw Huo Yu standing atop the ruins, like a returning king.

"Fire Feather—" Marcos's voice was hoarse, tinged with tears.

Firefeather turned its head, spread its wings, and pounced on him.

Marcos opened his arms and hugged it tightly.

The crimson flames engulfed them, but they were not scorching; they were only warm, like being enveloped in sunlight.

In that instant, Marcos felt something in his mind shatter with a "crack".

In the sea of ​​consciousness, green leaves and white lotus roots, red lotus blossoms, every detail is clear.

The visualization of "Lotus of Creation" is complete!

His power to suppress things surged like a tidal wave, continuously flowing through his meridians.

Marcos held Firefeather in his arms, knelt on the ruins, and wept.

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