Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Using heaven and earth as the furnace, and mountains and rivers as firewood.

The Holy Lord is the material within this cauldron of heaven and earth.

All four altars, each nine feet tall, trembled simultaneously.

Within the valley, talismanic flames soared into the sky.

"How is that possible!"

"What have you done to this Holy Lord?"

The Holy Lord was greatly alarmed and suddenly looked up at the heavens.

His condition was extremely bad. The blood-red river water kept washing over his body.

Each wash felt like countless tiny blades scraping across the depths of the soul, peeling away all memories bit by bit by the Yellow Springs Blood River.

Just as the Holy Lord was about to mobilize the power of the twelve talismans within his body, the Primordial Eight Trigrams in the sky suddenly pressed down.

Azure lightning intertwined with the energy of the Five Elements Mountains and Rivers, firmly suppressing his demonic true form.

At this moment, the Holy Lord finally understood Huang Bai's sinister intentions.

"No!"

The Holy Lord roared in anger, his voice echoing through the valley.

"You can never defeat me! I am immortal!"

"I've memorized your face!"

"One day, I will surely tear your soul out and burn it in the flames for a thousand years!"

"No!"

"Even a thousand years isn't enough!!!"

He roared madly, his bloodshot eyes filled with resentment and venom. As the Yellow Springs Blood River continued to wash over him, the Holy Lord's roar gradually weakened and became powerless.

His originally ferocious face gradually became dull and wooden.

Finally, he stood stiffly in the river of blood, letting the water wash over his body.

Although the Western Hell world is called Hell, it is more like the final judgment place for demons, where there is only punishment and no reformation.

The Eastern Underworld is different.

The underworld is often equipped with a series of methods for punishment, judgment, soul cleansing, and reincarnation.

From shedding sins to cleansing one's true nature, and then entering the cycle of reincarnation, one possesses a complete waste recycling system.

When it comes to punishing treacherous and cunning people, Hakusho-dōji is clearly more professional.

No matter how cunning or immortal the Holy Lord may be, once his true nature is washed away by the Yellow Springs, he is nothing more than a powerful empty shell.

Soon, the Holy Lord's physical body began to melt.

The twelve zodiac talismans vibrated simultaneously, detached from the demon's body, and each manifested its own light in mid-air.

The twelve primordial energies transformed into twelve orbs of light of different colors, encircling the center of the cauldron.

This is the divine power of the Holy Lord and the origin of the twelve zodiac animals.

On the other side, another fiery red source slowly emerged.

Its origin is crimson like blood, and within it constantly conjures up all sorts of ferocious and ugly human faces.

This is the yin aspect of fire, the origin of this world.

Now, the Holy Lord's consciousness, the power of the twelve zodiac animals, and the origin of the fire demon have all been separated.

Huang Bai sat cross-legged on the altar.

His colorful fairy robes shimmered with brilliant light.

The eye between his eyebrows opened, and golden light illuminated the inside and outside of the cauldron.

The mica inner core unleashed its medicinal power frantically, maintaining this incomparably powerful furnace of heaven and earth.

With the amplifying and blessing effect of the four nine-zhang altars, Huang Bai's control over the fire became increasingly refined.

"Should we convert all the essence of the twelve zodiac animals into elixirs?"

Huang Bai looked at the twelve orbs of light in the sky and quickly deduced the situation in his mind.

He soon realized it was unrealistic.

Of these supernatural abilities, at least half are of little use to me.

Refining them all one by one would be too time-consuming.

Choosing only one or two would be a waste of the Holy Lord's and the essence of the twelve zodiac animals.

Huang Bai gazed at the twelve primordial energies in the sky and began to conceive his own elixir.

"The Tiger Talisman balances Yin and Yang, regulating the various talismans."

"The monkey talisman is versatile and can be combined with various forms."

With this in mind, a plan gradually formed in Huang Bai's mind.

Instead, we could use the monkey talisman as the main ingredient, and combine it with other zodiac animals to create a Twelve Zodiac Transformation Pill.

The monkey represents the basis of change, while the tiger represents the balance of yin and yang.

The other ten talismans serve as different branches of the twelve earthly branches.

In this way, the essence of the twelve talismans is not wasted, and these powers can be integrated into a transformation technique that is truly suitable for oneself.

"Yes, let's go with this one."

Huang Bai acted immediately.

He took out gold dust, lead, mercury, sulfur, and various alchemical materials from his sleeve.

One by one, the ingredients were thrown into the cauldron.

Flames rose and the elixir's energy surged.

Before refining the pills, Huang Bai first looked at the source of the fire.

The Holy Lord has perished, but the dark side of fire cannot disappear.

Otherwise, the balance of Yin and Yang in this world will be disrupted, and sooner or later a new fire demon will be born.

Huang Bai waved his hand and threw the essence of fire into the alchemy furnace.

"Imperial Edict!"

The yellow and white mouth spewed out the true fire of Taiyi.

The true fire, like a dragon, surged into the cauldron and entangled the source of the fire.

This Taiyi True Fire simultaneously reshaped its original form and absorbed the original essence.

The original fire dragon was merely a manifestation of yellow and white magic.

Now, under the tempering of the Yin aspect of fire, the true fire of magic is gradually taking on a physical form.

After a long while, the dragon formed from the magical fire gradually solidified from its illusory form.

The dragon's body is dark red and glassy, ​​with flames that seem to flow like magma inside.

It hovered beside the yellow and white dragon, echoing the cold dragon from afar.

"One is a hot dragon, the other is a cold dragon."

"From now on, I'm truly immune to fire and water."

Huang Bai was very satisfied.

A hot dragon is not afraid of ice, and a cold dragon is not afraid of fire.

One is cold, the other is hot; yin and yang complement each other.

In the future, when I travel through the heavens, ordinary fire and ice spells will hardly pose a threat to me.

Just then, a long-absent cry suddenly rang out.

"Hey!"

In the firelight, the palm-sized, bright red sparrow reappeared.

It was the Vermilion Bird, which had not appeared for a long time.

It flapped its wings and landed obediently on the yellow and white shoulder.

The little head rubbed against the yellowish-white neck, as if it were being affectionate, or as if it were expressing the intimacy of a long-awaited reunion.

"Suzaku, Suzaku, you can no longer keep up with me."

Suzaku seemed to sense something, and a hint of reluctance flashed in her fiery red eyes.

It was originally a magical creation obtained by Huang Bai in his early years. As Huang Bai's cultivation level increased, the Vermilion Bird's role became less and less significant.

If it continues to stay by Huang Bai's side, it will only slowly become a useless thing.

Huang Bai raised his hand, pointing to the source of fire within the cauldron.

"Go."

"Absorb this source and become one of the eight new demons of this world."

"You hide for now, and wait for my next rebirth."

That's right, Huang and Bai plan to replace the Holy Lord with the Vermilion Bird.

Perhaps after consuming the original essence, Suzaku's personality will become erratic and fierce, and he may no longer obey my commands.

However, the Vermilion Bird is essentially a manifestation of a statue, equivalent to a type of ritual implement.

It is not a demon truly born from the black energy of this world.

It will be easier to take control when we come back next time.

It's much better than a completely new Holy Lord.

"Hey!"

Upon hearing Huang Bai's words, Zhuque did not hesitate at all.

It spread its wings, transformed into a streak of fire, and flew into the cauldron.

The next moment, it swallowed the source of fire whole.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Dark demonic energy instantly climbed up the Vermilion Bird's body, and black patterns appeared on its fiery red feathers.

Zhuque's eyes gradually turned blood red, and her originally obedient and ethereal temperament slowly became eccentric and fierce.

Its body constantly expands and contracts.

Suzaku lost its self-awareness and turned into a small but ferocious firebird statue.

Huang Bai pointed.

The Vermilion Bird statue transformed into a dark red streak of light and plunged into the depths of the Dark Mountains.

That place will become the new sealed land, and the new slumbering place of the fire demon.

"The old Holy Lord was lost, and a new Holy Lord came, but the overall balance has not changed much."

Huang Bai silently made his own judgment.

The overall balance between righteous and dark energy in this realm should not be greatly disrupted.

He then looked at the other altars.

Ying Zheng and Shi Jian had aged considerably.

The white crane boy's spirit flickered, and the light from the lantern in his hand dimmed considerably.

Clearly, these formations are extremely taxing on them.

"Fellow Daoists, this matter is settled. Let's remove the magic array."

Huang Bai addressed the crowd.

The Twelve Yuan Chen Pills are not ready yet.

However, the process of refining this pill no longer requires maintaining the demon-suppressing formation.

The voice just fell.

The azure Bagua pattern in the void vanished into thin air.

As the Bagua dissipated, the Five Elements Qi that Ying Zheng had imbued upon it also vanished.

The Golden Bridge to the Underworld vanished into the void.

Shi Jian looked haggard, his face as pale as paper, as if he were on his last legs.

His eyes, however, remained bright, even carrying a hint of lingering enjoyment.

"The time is almost up."

Shi Jian looked at Huang Bai and smiled:

"Fellow Daoist, please come to Maoshan Dharma Realm again in the future to reminisce."

Huang Bai stood up and solemnly bowed to the three of them.

"must."

"General Baihe, Fellow Daoist Shi, Ying Zheng, thank you all for your help!"

Baihe Tongzi, Ying Zheng, and Shi Jian all bowed to Huang Bai.

Their forms slowly faded as they were sent back to their original world by the power of the Summoning Incense.

Before leaving, Shi Jian suddenly shouted loudly:

"Fellow Daoist Huang Tian! Remember to come to me if you need anything like this in the future! I will do my utmost!"

His tone even carried a hint of excitement.

This kind of fearless, even life-risking, combat is something every cultivator only experiences once in their lifetime.

The moment of life and death when casting spells is often when one gains the deepest understanding.

Many people gain enlightenment and break through barriers precisely when they are on the verge of life and death.

Now that he has this opportunity to experience life and death without any worries, Shi Jian feels somewhat regretful.

If he had known he wouldn't really die, he should have used an even more forbidden lightning technique.

"It definitely will."

Huang Bai responded with a smile.

"Goodbye!"

He watched the three of them disappear completely.

The valley fell silent again.

Then, Huang Bai looked down at the Black Hand Gang, as well as Old Man, Jackie Chan, Jade, and others.

Everyone was still immersed in the demon-refining ritual they had just witnessed.

"never mind."

Huang Bai originally wanted to explain something, but after thinking about it, he decided against it.

We'll talk about the rest next time we come back.

With a wave of his hand, he picked up the alchemy furnace, and his figure transformed into a beam of light, disappearing into the dark mountains.

Only the crowd remained, still wanting more.

The old man let out a long sigh.

"Dad still has a lot to learn."

Jackie Chan looked in the direction where Huang Bai had disappeared and couldn't help but ask:

"Aren't we waiting for Mr. Huang?"

The old man raised his hand and tapped Jackie Chan on the head, saying, "Do you think we still need to wait?"

"Ouch!"

Jackie Chan covered his head, looking utterly helpless.

As Xiaoyu walked out of the valley, she excitedly exclaimed, "Uncle Long, I want to learn this kind of magic too!"

"don't want."

Jackie Chan answered almost instinctively.

Why?

"Because you're going to blow up San Francisco."

People left one after another.

More than ten minutes later.

Deep within the Dark Mountains.

The elixir is formed, resembling dragons and tigers, amidst a purple aura.

Huang Bai stood still, holding a pill in his palm.

This cinnabar is pure white, with twelve zodiac animal patterns slowly flowing across its surface.

The twelve patterns appear and disappear, sometimes real and sometimes illusory.

Within the pill, twelve kinds of qi changes could be faintly heard.

Huang Bai looked at the pill in his palm and gradually understood.

"The monkey tally signifies change, the tiger tally signifies cessation."

"If it can change but cannot stop, it is a demon; if it can stop but cannot change, it is a stone. Only by using both talismans can the transformation of the primordial spirit be achieved."

After saying that, Huang Bai swallowed the pill in one gulp.

Wow!

The burning medicinal power flowed throughout the body and limbs.

The external elixir enters the abdomen and transforms into the internal elixir.

The elixir energy descended and eventually settled in the lower abdomen, specifically in the dantian.

Yellow and white, closed eyes, sense.

The power of the twelve celestial transformations slowly unfolded within his body.

The first change.

Rat.

With a thought, Huang Bai's body rapidly shrank.

Bones, flesh, meridians, and skin all undergo changes under the influence of the elixir.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a black rat the size of a palm.

The Rat belongs to the Water element, and its form is extremely small.

It can be entered through secluded crevices and is accessible to all nine realms.

The yellow and white creatures transformed into black rats, darting swiftly through the mountains and forests, comprehending the profound mysteries of transformation.

You can hear the chirping of insects and smell the complex scents of soil and grass roots.

"From now on, even formations can be used to enter uninhabited areas."

This is not an ordinary illusion, but a real change.

When form changes, qi changes, and spirit changes accordingly.

Suddenly, a green-scaled black python appeared out of the damp weeds ahead.

The black python coiled in the grass, its dark green vertical pupils staring fiercely at Huang Bai.

"Squeak!"

The mouse felt a chill run down its spine, and a sudden fear welled up in its heart.

This was not out of his own fear, but rather a genuine instinct brought about by the art of transformation.

If one transforms into a rat, then all the internal organs become rat-like; fear of cats and snakes is an innate nature.

The next moment, Huang Bai's thoughts stirred again.

"roar!"

The rat's body suddenly swelled up.

Its fur changed, its claws and teeth grew, its back bulged, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a magnificent tiger.

When the Tiger appears, the mountains and forests tremble.

A tiger's roar shook the surrounding area, all evil spirits retreated, and all beasts fell silent.

The tiger's claws tore through the air, instantly ripping the python to pieces.

The stench of blood permeated the forest.

Huang Bai stood atop the rocks, his tiger-like eyes gleaming, as if he had gained some insight.

"Everything in the universe has its own way of generating and restraining each other."

"No wonder that in Journey to the West, when Erlang Shen and Sun Wukong fought each other, it was also a matter of responding to each other's moves."

Immortals are cultivators who have mastered the principles of generation, restraint, and transformation.

Their contest was not simply a matter of physical strength.

Just because you smash a house with one slap doesn't mean I'm stronger than you just because I smash an entire street with one slap.

The truly skillful battles are about who can better grasp the workings of the Great Dao.

Yellow and white then changed freely in the mountains and forests.

In a moment, it transforms into a bird and flies through the treetops.

In a moment, it transformed into a black snake and burrowed into the grass.

In a moment, it transformed into a fierce bull, trampling and crushing the mountain rocks.

In a moment, it transforms into a monkey, climbing tall trees with incredible agility.

The twelve primordial elements circulate within his body, becoming smoother with each use.

Finally, a thought occurred to him.

"roar!"

A dragon's roar echoed through the mountains and forests.

A white light shot into the sky.

A sixteen-foot-long white dragon soared into the sky from between the mountains and forests.

The dragon has a long, slender body and an elegant posture. Its scales are as white as jade and gleam faintly in the moonlight.

"Haha, off we go!"

The sixteen-foot-long white dragon twisted its body, flew out of the mountains and forests, and disappeared into the clouds.

A moment later, it transformed into a golden light and vanished from this world.

The elixir undergoes twelve transformations, and both form and spirit reside within this body.

Upon entering this realm, one must first establish the fundamental principles.

In time, the immortals of Penglai will spread throughout the heavens.

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