Oubing, with only his remaining right eye, gazed at the sky and sea outside the formation, his mind reviewing in rapid succession the life he led, which had nothing particularly praiseworthy. A faint smile played on his lips, and then his consciousness faded away as a true spiritual essence shot towards the Tabernacle of Divinity. The dragon's body fell from mid-air, causing a cloud of dust to rise into the sky.
Guiling Shenmu walked out of the formation with grace, giving no glance to the dragon corpse at her feet.
Tao Heng Tianzun saw this close disciple of Jie School's personal tutor break free, without hesitation, he ran away. Guiling Shenmu was enraged: "Bitch, where are you going!"
The Water and Fire Qilin rushed out of the formation one after the other.
The flames on the Fire Qilin's body dimmed by a third, and many of its scales fell off. Its once bright eyes had also taken on a hint of blood.
The Water Qilin hard-butted the Hùn Yuán Jin Dòu, and its mottled scales became soiled, and its realm had a slight regression.
A burst of momentum, then decline, and finally exhaustion; by all accounts, they should be allowed to rest in the gourd. However, Guiling Shenmu merely treats the two Qilins as tools.
She ordered the Water and Fire Qilin to encircle Tao Heng Tianzun on both sides, and followed him angrily, determined that today she would have to kill Tao Heng Tianzun, not just for the sake of vanquishing evil, but also for her own cultivation.
Tao Heng Tianzun tried to summon the Hùn Yuán Jin Dòu back, but Guiling Shenmu swore at Yun Xiao in her heart again, sacrificing her own spiritual artifact level to stop it. She flicked her finger, and the Primordial Treasure of Day and Night temporarily suppressed the Hùn Yuán Jin Dòu.
The Hùn Yuán Jin Dòu continues to spew forth foulness, and this suppression cannot last long.
Guiling Shenmu pulled out a spiritual sword and worked together with the Water and Fire Qilin. Within just three moves, she broke the weapon in Tao Heng Tianzun's hand, and with one stroke, pierced his heart. This Chanyao Taiyi Jinshen flew far away for only a hundred miles before falling from the clouds, spitting out blood, and his face turned pale as snow.
There was a huge realm gap between the two sides, and the latter was fighting fewer in number. Without the Hùn Yuán Jin Dòu, Tao Heng Tianzun had no resistance at all. The Dao Fruit of Taiyi Jinshen was on the verge of collapse, and it looked like his realm was about to fall. However, the Water and Fire Qilin were on guard on the periphery, and he couldn't even find a chance to escape.
"Dog scoundrel, have you thought about your last words yet!" Guiling Shenmu spoke with composure. It must be said that this one has a very good demeanor. Even though he was trapped in the formation before, it was mostly acting, and he was not actually flustered. Now, he was even calmer.
"Cough, cough." Tao Heng Tianzun's blood was gold, representing his Jinshen or Taiyi Jinshen Dao Fruit. If it weren't repaired in a timely manner, he would never be able to reach higher peaks in his lifetime.
Though he was severely wounded, his tone was not hasty: "Good, good, friend, still take care of yourself. Just look back and see who they are?"
This is a trick to tease children, which Guiling Shenmu certainly wouldn't fall for. However, her spiritual awareness indeed sensed some unusual phenomena behind her that she had never seen before, so she still turned her head to take a look.
It was seen that Aokeng, who had already lost his breath and had his true essence on the hall of immortals, staggered to his feet again. The left eye, which was blind from the nail-shaped treasure, showed a red light. This red light was not a blaze nor a blood mist, but an extreme malevolence that was pure.
The dragon's body slowly rose to its feet, its once bright scales now covered with black flames. Guiling Shenmu could sense, just by glancing at it, the endless fury and hatred hidden within.
What kind of abomination is this?
Guiling Shenmu looked around and saw that she and the two Qilins were surrounded.
Gao Yan, Huang Zhen, Lü Neng, Zhou Bao, Zheng Yuan, and many other missing Jie sect immortals all appeared. Like the dragon corpse, they were surrounded by black flames and controlled by some will, but each one was reciting incantations with hand seals, as if using Jie sect spells.
Guiling Shenmu waved her sleeves, and the three corpse fragments were shattered. But in the next instant, the corpses stood up again, and several of them were familiar to her, even some of them were greeting her.
The missing immortals of the Jie sect were over five hundred. Tao Heng Tianzun and Shen Gong Lang also did not just plunder the wealth of the Jie sect. The base of scattered immortals in the East Sea was vast, and the number of scattered immortals they killed was several times that of the Jie sect immortals. At this moment, there were thousands of corpse fragments of immortals and a considerable number of dragon corpses surrounding Guiling Shenmu.
"This is what you rely on?" Guiling was quite scornful.
Several dragon corpses imbued with demonic energy, coupled with three thousand immortals' corpses, seemed very powerful. In reality, they could not withstand a single strike from Guiling Shenmu, the Grand Golden Dragon Sect Daoist.
The black flames on Tao Heng Tianzun's body were more intense than all the immortal and dragon corpses. A shadowy black lotus platform appeared behind him. The lotus platform had three levels, divided into twelve grades, and just a glance could sense a full container of the essence of the Great Dao.
"D dependence?" Tao Heng Tianzun's voice became hoarse: "Youngster, you have no idea who you are talking to!"
Guiling Shenmu's face turned very ugly, and the Water and Fire Qilin were shaking in fear, nearly falling to their knees.
"Shouldering the burden, holding the horse's bridle, welcoming the sunrise and sending off the evening glow," Nezha sang joyfully while leading Shen Gong Lang, a wooden man. As for going to cause trouble, he was very happy about it. Whether he would be beaten up or not was not an issue he needed to consider.
The tender child's voice singing this song really gave Deng Changyu a sense of returning to the feeling of being in a kindergarten.
Old hat, this is the third time she has come to Kunlun Mountain Yuwugong!
This time, she had more confidence than the two previous times. Why? Because Yuan Shi Tianzun was not at home!
Nuwa has always been on the third level of heaven, the Taiusu Heaven, outside of the thirty-three Heavens.
The Taqing Saint also lives in his own Da chi Tian, and only Taishang Laojun is refining pills in the Puer Palace, which can be considered as a body split in the HONGHUANG.
Jiayin from the Western Paradise is in meditation in the Western Paradise, and later, Zhuniting also went back. Nowadays, these two sages have not entered the HONGHUANG.
Tongtian Zhuozhi lived in Yuyutian a few days ago. Afterward, he didn't know what to think, never returned to the Biyou Palace again, and handed over all the affairs of the Jie sect to Duobao Daozhen to deal with.
All the sages are living outside the thirty-three levels of heaven, why am I still in the Primordial Chaos?
Yuan Shi Tianzun, the saint who values face the most, doesn't want the other sages to laugh at him for being unable to play. Even if he thinks so, it's not allowed. After the event of HUNHUNGONG ZHONG was over, he went to live in his own Da Luo Tian. He left the Yuwugong on Jianxi to be guarded by Nanxian Xianweng and Guangcheng Zi.
Now, the sages are not at home at all! A mere Nanxian Xianweng is nothing to fear for Deng Changyu. We are righteous people; can't you at least not resort to killing right away?
Upon arriving at the front of Yuwugong Palace, she followed her previous habit and began to ring the bell!
"Chuang Chuang Chuang," she knocked seven times.
She doesn't have the qualifications to knock nine times, knocking six times makes her side seem weak, and knocking seven times is just right.
The White Heron Boy is still leading the way for her, but Deng Changyu and Nanxian Xianweng are about to confront each other, and the only thing left between them is no longer a trace of the Feng race.
The White Heron Boy's expression was solemn, as if he didn't see Shen Gong Lang, who had been struck by the movement-freezing technique. He acted as if dealing with official business, not glancing aside, leading her and Nezha into the Yuwugong Palace.
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