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As far as the eye could see, there was a vast expanse of clouds.
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The auspicious clouds are everywhere, stretching as far as the eye can see. It's very rare to see such a vast expanse of auspicious clouds in the depths of the imperial court.
However, the auspicious clouds here seem different from those outside. The glow within the clouds appears dim, and the sea of clouds is as if shrouded in a layer of gray.
>> Not only does the auspicious cloud not bring a sense of peace, but when monsters approach it, they feel oppressed and instinctively stop their steps. There is an inexplicable urge that prevents them from entering the auspicious cloud, as if there is danger within.
"This auspicious cloud is not like other auspicious clouds, it might be some kind of special illusion, everyone be careful..."
A demon king sent a voice transmission as a reminder.
According to common sense, as long as we follow the ancestral precepts and do not cause trouble, the temple should be safe.
But how many years the Divine Court has been in this political arena, who knows Over countless years, colliding and blending with the surrounding magical visions, it has probably changed beyond recognition. Ancestral teachings may not be reliable anymore.
All demons were secretly on guard.
Ahead, auspicious clouds are not to be trespassed upon, and powerful enemies approach from behind. Many demons turn their gazes toward the white-clothed demon king.
The White-clothed Demon King retracted his gaze and coldly commanded, "Stop them! Kill them all!"
Having said that, he clutched the half imperial decree in his hand and strode alone into the auspicious cloud.
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Whether it was encountering some kind of resistance or the White-clothed Demon King sensed something, after entering the auspicious cloud, he only flew forward for more than ten zhang before stopping.
Outside, all the demons and the Taoist cultivators who followed closely could vaguely see the movements of the white-clothed Demon King.
He stood there, his clothes fluttering in the wind, an unmoving figure against the swirling clouds.
He wore a white robe that was a treasure of the spiritual kind. Right now, it was shining with spiritual light, constantly being bombarded by powerful attacks. It was clear that the clouds weren't as gentle as they appeared on the surface.
The White-robed Demon King gazed ahead, his eyes flashing with light. He sat cross-legged in mid-air facing away from the cultivators, his palms clasped before his chest. The glow emanating from half a decree illuminated his face.
All the demons looked at the white-clothed Demon King with a mixture of tension and anticipation, but there was silence behind him.
The White-Clothed Demon King sat motionless, and there was no sign of any change in the imperial decree or auspicious clouds.
All the demons glanced at each other, recalling the white-clad Demon King's orders. They knew that they absolutely couldn't let anyone disturb the white-clad Demon King at this moment, so they all retracted their minds and focused on the black streak of light shooting towards them, roaring in unison.
"Whoosh!"
A party from the Taoist sect arrived through a void rift, with rainbow light within. Leading them were Taoist Masters and their troops, arrayed in formations, with shimmering spiritual symbols on their bodies.
They had already seen the White Robed Demon King's movements and had begun to brew their offensive from afar. As they approached the crowd of demons, their speed did not decrease but rather increased. Their escape light was like a long rainbow, charging in with an awe-inspiring momentum.
All the demon's auras faltered, their hearts and minds shaken. Fueled by shame and anger, they roared even louder, their battle intent surging to the heavens!
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“Roar! Roar! Roar!”
The roar was deafening, then swallowed by an even louder sound.
'Rumble...'
The stream of water that brought the demons here reappeared, an endless surge surging forth. Huge waves formed a wall of water a thousand feet high, its terrifying might seeming able to destroy everything. Anything caught in front of the tidal wave was beyond saving.
At that moment, a powerful aura erupted from behind the throng of demons. Following this, massive black shadows materialized beneath them, taking the form of a colossal black-armored demon turtle. There was no doubt - it was the manifestation of a Demon King.
The Black Tortoise's Dharma Form is massive, with four legs like giant pillars. Its black carapace is covered in silver markings that appear chaotic at first glance, but upon closer inspection, one realizes these markings hold a profound mystery, resembling an extraordinary painting. One can't help but be drawn in.
A pair of tortoise eyes, like two full moons, shone brightly, staring at the enemy who dared to approach. They let out a low growl, each sound like a muffled thunderclap.
The water waves, drawn in by the roar, surged forward with even greater speed, relentlessly approaching the throng of demons without slowing down.
Splash!
All the demons had expected this and remained unfazed. They were submerged by the water waves, only to be lifted back up by the black turtle's dharma form.
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The water rippled, and the black turtle's dharma form transformed into a massive ship.
All the demons emerged unscathed, each displaying their divine abilities. For a moment, dazzling rays of various colors flickered within their ranks.
They clearly had a tacit understanding, and under the guidance of the Demon Kings, their various supernatural powers were perfectly fused together at this moment.
'Boom!'
Daoist cultivators were approaching, their surging power already causing the water to churn into large waves.
At this time, the black turtle's dharma form burst forth with intense Xuan light, spreading in the water.
The waters from all eight directions transformed into ink-black, rising high around the surrounding demons and coalescing into eight black water shields. The moment the shields formed, they began to rotate rapidly.
At the same time, all the demons were engulfed by the water light. Their bodies seemed to be clad in a layer of black armor, their aura exploded, and they suddenly felt empowered by something, their supernatural powers greatly increased.
The other demon kings were also displaying their divine powers and treasures, assisting the Black Tortoise Dharma Form.
Finally, the formidable enemy has arrived!
"Boom!"
The black long rainbow collided head-on with the water shield.
The octahedral water shield solidified instantly, with visible ripples spreading outward. The aftershock still possessed astonishing destructive power.
In an instant, the space shook violently. Half of the eight water shields were shattered instantly, and the others suffered varying degrees of damage.
Though the water shield was broken, it successfully blocked the black rainbow.
The escaping light revealed one side of the Daoist sect.
Their formation was much like before, with the four Great Immortals led by Lao Dao standing on the talisman platform, forming a square. The rest of the immortals, leading their troops, guarded them from all sides, their auras blending into one.
Despite such a violent assault, the formation only scattered slightly. As four great masters planted their feet on the talisman platform, a green glow swept across the battlefield, calming the chaotic energy.
Feeling the tremor in the space, the old Taoist squinted his eyes, his gaze piercing through the crowd of monsters and landing on the white-clothed Demon King.
Most of the vibrations were caused by their fight, but some also originated from Xiangyun. The White Robed Demon King didn't know what he had done, perhaps he had already noticed something.
At this moment, there was no time for the old Taoist priest to ponder. The enemy's counterattack had arrived, and a horde of demons conjured a giant spear together, which broke through the air at incredible speed, aimed straight at the center of the Taoist gate formation.
The spear gradually turned black, and its power increased accordingly.
Before the spear even arrived, those from the Taoist sect felt the gust of wind and were shaken to their core, their faces paling in fear.
"Heaven and Earth Network!"
The old Taoist roared, with a flick of his robe sleeve, he took out a vermilion yellow talisman. He pointed his sword and struck it out, the talisman ignited spontaneously.
The other three great masters received the order, acting without a moment's hesitation, taking out identical talismans.
‘Whew! Whew!’
Four talismans burned, turning into flames. On the battlefield, the cultivators all felt a change in their auras.
On the battlefield, both soldiers and horses found that silver threads appeared everywhere around them, covering all directions.
Threads crisscrossed, densely packed, enmeshing all the Taoist masters and their troops.
'Whoosh!'
The javelin shot down from the sky with incredible speed.
The gauze whirred and soared into the air, its threads curling, the whole sheet of gauze contracting towards the giant spear.
The next moment, the spearhead of the giant spear was entangled by strands of silk. Countless strands of silk converged here, densely packed, wrapping up half of the giant spear in the blink of an eye.
Four great real people pinched their fingers, and the crowd of real people and soldiers followed orders, constantly changing formations, evolving talisman arrays, to assist the great real people in driving the Heaven-Netting Earth-Binding Talismans.
The giant spear's momentum faltered, its speed noticeably reduced. It still stubbornly descended with the thread, determined to break free of the net.
As the saying goes, "Strike while the iron is hot." Compared to the beginning, the threat of the spear has diminished significantly.
The other three grandmasters each retracted their formulas, leaving only the old Taoist priest to stand alone, wielding his talisman against the giant spear.
Beneath their feet, the talismans glowed with a radiant aura. Without needing to give an order, the other real people and soldiers understood. The battle formation shifted accordingly, with some assisting the old Taoist priest while the rest obeyed the commands of the three great real people.
Among them, Dao Ting Great Zhenren, dressed in purple robes and wearing a jade hairpin, took charge of the command. Ru Quan Great Zhenren and another Great Zhenren assisted him, with military deployment following proper procedures as they launched their attack.
For a moment, the battlefield was filled with streaks of light, some emanating from divine arts and others from spirit treasures and talismans. These lights fell like rain, covering the sky and earth as they struck the hordes of demons.
Meanwhile, the Taoist battle formation pressed forward step by step after these attacks.
The demons' counterattack was no less fierce. The black turtle dharma form served as an anchor, continuing to urge the black spear to suppress.
The rest of the demon kings led their troops, forming battle formations. Those proficient in divine powers remained at the rear, while those with powerful physical bodies formed the front line. They divided their forces into several paths, led by the demon kings themselves, and surrounded the Taoist battle formation from all sides, launching a frenzied assault.
"Wow!"
Waves covered the battlefield, and the water level continued to rise. Big waves surged continuously.
On the battlefield, divine weapons flashed with brilliant light, and battle cries shook the heavens. Figures weaved through the chaos, making it impossible to discern which side held the advantage.
Casualties appeared quickly, blood spreading in the water like ripples. Sometimes limbs would float to the surface only to be swallowed by the waves and vanish into a bloody mess.
The brutal fighting has been ongoing.
Only the Purple-Robe Immortal's left thumb pressed against his ring fingernail, his figure flashed like lightning, constantly moving on the talisman platform. Every step he took followed a strict pattern, this is the art of foot-formulas.
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Gāng Dòu Zhǎng Mù zhī Jué
, is the core of Taoism, the primordial origin of its methods. To take a step is to harness righteous energy to control external objects. To use the "eyes" is to master the divine mechanisms and transform according to them. Cultivating immortality and refining one's essence, summoning and subduing spirits, all rely on this.
The Purple-Robed True Man was currently performing the Thunderclap Spellbreaking Technique to Slay Demons, every step causing the battle formation to transform. The cultivators within it seemed to become like the brush and ink in the Purple-Robed True Man's hand, evolving into various talismanic diagrams. Rays of light flowed like swords, hacking at their enemies.
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The flourishing of the Bùguāngshù, began with the Second Heavenly Assembly of Shenxiao. Daoist practices, such as Zhoutian Xingchen (Celestial Cycle of Stars), became more accessible within the divine court.
Bu Gang, also known as Bu Tian Gang, Bu Gang, Ta Dou Bu Gang, and Bu Gang Nier Ji, is a major secret in Taoism.
"The Dou refers to the Big Dipper, and the original meaning of Gang is the last star in the handle of the Big Dipper."
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With this technique, one could also communicate with spirits and summon ghosts, travel through the air to meet emperors. Sadly, the divine court has fallen into ruin, and these methods of divination are now useless.
Only to see the Purple-Robe True Person leaping forward with a powerful stride, collecting the demon's soul, his aura formidable. No demon cultivator dared to move without fear.
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Although the number and strength of Daoist cultivators are inferior to those of demon cultivators, their formations are rigorous, and the four Great True Person's troops are among the elite. Under the blessing of stepping lines technique and a constant stream of talismans, they are closely connected, advancing and retreating in unison, not so easy to break through.
However, every step forward the Taoist battle formation took was met with frenzied counterattacks, demanding a bloody price. It was truly a difficult and arduous journey.
On the battlefield, only one person can remain calm.
The White-clad Demon King sat serenely on a cloud, surrounded by billowing mist. He remained unaffected by the fighting behind him.
The half imperial decree in his hand fluctuated with light, sometimes becoming bright and sometimes dim. Each time it brightened, it would cause a tremor in space.
The source of the tremors lies deep within the auspicious clouds.
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The old Daoist priest kept staring at the White-robed Demon King, feeling the changes in the half talisman in his hand. His face was thoughtful, and his lips moved slightly.
The Purple-Robe Immortal received the transmission, his expression flickering slightly. He secretly sent a message, causing the charging momentum of the front line to slow and the formation to contract.
The old Daoist was in no hurry to destroy the giant spear. He gazed into the depths of the auspicious clouds for a long time, his gaze occasionally sweeping across the back of the white-clothed demon king.
The shouting has continued, but it is noticeably less intense than before.
Just then, the scholar in white raised his hand and tapped the imperial decree. The decree slowly rose up, spinning above his head. The tremor within the auspicious clouds suddenly intensified several times over.
The old Taoist's eyes gleamed, his left foot stepped forward, and his aura shifted instantly.
On the battlefield, the real soldiers and horses instinctively sensed a change, and under the guidance of Qi, they unconsciously rearranged their formations.
Only the figure of the old Taoist priest could be seen, moving and dodging. What he displayed was another kind of step technique, called the "Imperial Water Official Rope".
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And he uttered an incantation:
“By Imperial Order, I command you to seize and strip them bare, scorching them like a burning celestial fire.”
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To my left marches the Azure Dragon, to my right the White Tiger. Before me stretches a thousand-mile cord, behind me shines the White Yang Sword. I summon the Five Dragons of the Five Directions, into my watery domain they come.
Demons are subdued, and they act without command.
As fast as a law!
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As soon as the incantation was uttered, the heavens and earth suddenly darkened. The old Taoist's footsteps abruptly halted, his fingers forming into swords as he pointed downward.
To everyone's surprise, the formations of the Taoist masters didn't launch any attacks. The monsters were first confused, then sensed something was amiss in their surroundings.
The Black Turtle summoned waves to appear, the battle taking place in water. Both sides stayed immersed throughout the fight.
The demonic cultivators could draw power from water, but at this moment, the power suddenly vanished.
At the same time, a roar of a turtle echoed into the ears of all the cultivators. The roar was filled with anger and alarm.
'Whoosh!'
The waves churned around.
Amidst the raging waves, shadowy figures of enormous and elongated forms can be faintly seen churning. There are five of them, almost encircling the battlefield.
As the illusory figure gradually solidified, the cultivators looked closely and were secretly shocked to find it was five real dragons!
The True Dragon's body is formed of condensed water, its scales shimmering with a watery light, yet there is no softness to it.
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"Wow! Wow! Wow!"
The real dragon plays in the water, and every time it rolls over, it brings up enormous waves.
The Black Tortoise’s dharma form's complexion drastically changed. It was clearly the water-elemental power he had summoned, yet now a portion of it refused his control, as if its authority had been taken by those five water dragons.
Not only that, the old Taoist flicked his whisk, and the water dragons glared menacingly, baring their teeth and claws, rushing towards the demon cultivators.
Bringing in water from others to strengthen one's own position!
The sight of the black turtle's form enraged the old Taoist priest. He roared, shaking the heavens, causing even larger waves to surge in the water, battering the water dragon.
Although so, the advantages of demon cultivators in water were greatly reduced. With this ebb and flow, the Daoist sect instead showed a few signs of soaring momentum.
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The water rippled and surged.
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The battlefield is gradually moving towards auspicious clouds.
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At this moment, two demonic king figures suddenly rose into the sky.
These two demon kings had mostly been holding back in the rear before, without making too much of a splash. Now that they moved, they immediately caught the attention of the Daoist immortals.
The old Taoist's gaze was drawn back from the white-clothed demon king, frowning as he looked at the two demon kings.
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For a moment, everyone on the battlefield felt a chill run down their spines, as if their blood had turned to ice.
In the distance.
A streak of crimson flame ripped through the sky.
Flames enveloped a giant rock, like an extraterrestrial meteorite, piercing through layers of illusions and crashing onto the battlefield with a thunderous boom!nstantly struggled against that terrifying madness, but ultimately, she was defeated.The Azure Fox Saint King reacted extremely quickly, bowing to Ming Yue Ying Ying again. The moonlight shone on the...