After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Celestial Master's Mansion.

The three large characters, written in bold, powerful strokes, exude the authority of the Taoist sect that has suppressed the world for thousands of years.

clang!clang!clang!

The giant brass bells resounded repeatedly.

The thick, golden sound waves swept out horizontally along the surface of the sea of ​​clouds.

Three-foot-high waves of clouds were forcibly stirred up.

This is a top-secret warning bell from the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Heretical and evil forces have stormed the ancestral temple!

Seven purple shadows shot out from the side halls on both sides of the main hall.

The newcomer was wearing a purple robe with a Bagua symbol.

Stepping on the Heavenly Gang Step.

The soles of the feet are suspended three inches in the air, without a speck of dust on them.

They had mastered the art of shrinking the distance to an inch to its fullest extent.

The seven people were arranged in seven positions, from Tian Shu to Yao Guang.

The formation tightened.

Zhou Ran was firmly trapped in the center of the formation.

The surrounding wind suddenly stopped.

Miao Yingying's legs went weak.

He clung tightly to Fatty Wang's sleeve, desperately trying to back away.

The surrounding air pressure plummeted to its lowest point. After all, she wasn't a body cultivator, and the oppressive force at this moment caused her lungs to ache.

This is a true sacred place!

The long-bearded Taoist priest at the head of the group locked his gaze on Zhou Ran.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the tattered Yin-gathering banner tied to Zhou Ran's back and the old flowerpot.

"This is an important ancestral temple, where evil spirits are forbidden."

The Taoist priest spoke in a stiff and curt tone, his words filled with preconceived notions.

Zhou Ran's feet were spread apart.

Hands clasped behind the back.

Its strong body tightly protected the ghost and demon on its back.

He had no intention of touching the Zanpakuto at his waist.

"Find the old Taoist priest Zhang Suxuan and discuss a business of saving lives with his pen."

Zhou Ran clasped his hands together and spoke in a clear, even voice.

They disrespect heaven and earth, and fear neither immortals nor gods.

"presumptuous!"

The long-bearded Taoist looked up, his face filled with murderous intent.

This person cultivates the Qilin Overlord Body, but follows the path of demonic arts.

Moreover, he carried a Yin-gathering banner on his back and held a listless spirit in his hand.

"Forced through the mountain gate, bearing the filth of evil!"

"Our Longhu Mountain lineage has never negotiated a deal with a demon like you!"

"Discard your Qi Sea and go to the Demon Suppression Tower to suffer a century of thunderous baptism!"

The words had barely left his lips.

Seven people simultaneously made a hand seal.

The surging true energy billowed and billowed the wide Taoist robe.

Clang!

Howling!

Purple-Gold Dao Seal, Taiji Mystic Wood Sword, Purple-Gold Gourd, Thirty-Six-Story Demon-Locking Tower...

Seven consecrated ritual implements, passed down for hundreds of years, soared into the sky.

The ritual implements swirled and intertwined in mid-air.

The flow of Qi is connected end to end.

The Seven Star Demon-Locking Array is complete!

The sky darkened.

Blinding purple-gold lightning wove into a net high in the sky.

A lightning python, as thick as an arm, slithered wildly through the grid.

The space within a radius of ten zhang was completely welded shut.

The lightning pressure surged.

Fine cracks appeared on the hard white jade slab.

Miao Yingying was so anxious outside the formation that she was jumping up and down.

"Brother Zhou, step back!"

That's Heavenly Purple Lightning.

The absolute nemesis of Yin Sha Kung Fu.

Even the slightest touch will shatter one's soul.

Zhou Ran looked up.

The purple-gold demonic eyes stared directly at the destructive lightning pool pressing down upon them.

Instead of retreating, he advanced.

He stomped out with his right foot.

Beneath the skin of his left arm, the dark golden Primordial Totem fully illuminated.

Qi and blood surge rapidly within the meridians.

It stirred up the dull sound of a river bursting its banks.

A great battle resounded.

A purple beam of divine punishment, as thick as a water bucket, was drawn in by the energy.

It fell straight down.

Accompanied by a sonic boom that split the airflow, it struck Zhou Ran squarely on the left shoulder!

The lightning dissipated in all directions.

The blinding white light caused Fatty Wang to lose his sight on the spot.

The long-bearded Taoist priest revealed a ferocious expression.

He used his physical body to withstand the lightning tribulation of the Seven Star Array.

This demonic body will surely be completely evaporated by the Thunder Pool.

The immense residual power gradually subsided.

The muscles and facial features of the seven disciples on the array suddenly hardened.

"How could this happen!"

In the center of the square.

Zhou Ran remained standing with his hands behind his back.

His upright figure was not bent in the slightest, and not even a single hem of his clothes was rolled up.

That Heavenly Thunder Technique was powerful enough to kill a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

It struck Taihuang's left arm.

It didn't even leave a red mark.

The destructive lightning-attribute spiritual energy had barely touched the surface when...

He was instantly swallowed up by the Primordial Overlord Body.

Crush.

Refining.

Not a drop was left.

Zhou Ran tilted her neck slightly.

"That's all the strength you've got."

"Does he even deserve to call himself the Emperor's Majesty?"

Upon hearing this, the long-bearded Taoist's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Arrogant! Change formation!"

"Gather the Vajra Pestle! Suppress him to death!"

The seven hand seals changed rapidly.

The purple lightning bolts compressed rapidly toward the center.

A five-zhang-long (approximately 10 meters) long thunder-lightning pestle solidified high in the sky.

The immense pressure was aimed directly at Zhou Ran's head, crashing down with overwhelming force!

Zhou Ran turned his head and shook his head.

Too slow.

Too weak.

The other party sent out these seven fellow disciples, clearly intending to test my strength.

At this point, holding back would make one seem too low-class.

"Come!"

Having made up his mind, Zhou Ran's purple-gold demonic eyes darted around.

The gaze is directed at the Qi fault line in the "Yuheng" direction.

Without activating any spiritual power.

The overwhelming physical power erupted completely.

He stomped on the white jade floor tile beneath his feet!

One hundred thousand jin of brute force.

It carries with it the primordial energy and blood of the Qilin.

It penetrates directly into the ground in a fan shape!

The jade foundation reverberated with a deep echo.

The domineering pressure ignored the array's isolation and flowed upstream along the earth's energy channels.

Waves rose from the ground beneath the feet of the seven Taoist priests.

This is an absolutely violent physical attack to break the formation!

boom!

boom!

boom!

A series of air gusts spread out.

The seven people's bodies trembled violently.

The savage force of an ancient beast surged from the ground straight to the soles of their feet.

The seven magical artifacts, which had been suspended in mid-air, lost their anchor and crashed to the ground.

The seven direct disciples coughed up mouthfuls of blood and were blasted several feet away.

They fell to the edge of the sea of ​​clouds in a very disheveled state.

With just a casual stomp of the foot, the core of the formation was destroyed.

The Thunder Pool collapsed.

Zhou Ran remained where he was.

The hands behind his back never separated from each other from beginning to end.

His breathing was so steady that there was no fluctuation.

The long-bearded Taoist priest, leaning on his Taiji Xuanmu sword, struggled to his feet.

His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were filled with horror.

Without using even a trace of magic or true energy!

With a single kick of his bare body, he shattered the Seven Star Demon-Locking Array!

This is a terrifying physique that no Foundation Establishment cultivator could possess!

He angrily ripped open his shirt, preparing to bite his tongue and burn his life force in a desperate attack.

"Step down, Yun Qing."

At that moment, an extremely ethereal voice rang out.

Sound waves descended from the grand hall at the edge of the sky.

Untainted by worldly distractions.

Yet it is filled with the immense pressure of the profound truth of simplicity.

The sound entered the ear.

The long-bearded Taoist's surging essence and blood were forcibly forced back into his dantian by this will.

"Master Master Xuyun!"

The long-bearded Taoist's eyes were red-rimmed.

"Our esteemed guests have shown restraint and have spared your lives."

"If you continue to be ignorant of when to advance and when to retreat, you will be breaking the rules of Longhu Mountain."

The aged voice was neither hurried nor slow.

His words were gentle, yet they made it impossible for anyone to resist.

"snort!"

The long-bearded Taoist snorted coldly, then finally lowered his head dejectedly and obediently retreated to one side.

"Fellow Daoist."

Master Xuyun spoke again.

Unable to discern joy or anger.

"Please ascend the mountain of seeking the Dao."

The words had just finished.

The vast sea of ​​clouds in front of Zhou Ran rolled and retreated rapidly to both sides.

A pure white jade staircase, about three zhang wide, rises from the ground.

Go straight into the cloud.

It lies across Zhou Ran's feet.

The surface of the steps shimmered with golden light.

The orthodox and sacred pressure poured down, covering all directions.