Entering the Investiture of the Gods, starting by controlling the three calamities of wind and thund

Chapter 132 The Heavenly Divine Fire Pillar, the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon Formation!

"Oh no, my magic weapon!"

Han Zhixian was originally of mediocre ability; the only thing she could offer was the wind bag magic weapon in front of her.

Now that Han Zhixian had lost her protective magic treasure, she was greatly alarmed. She immediately disregarded everything else and charged at Mo Lihong with her sword, wanting to snatch back the wind bag magic treasure.

"If you wish to die, it's as easy as turning your hand!"

Nezha charged forward wielding his Fire-Tipped Spear. In less than ten rounds, Hanzhixian was slain by Nezha in the midst of the battle, turning into a wisp of ghost that flew straight toward the Investiture of the Gods.

"Senior Sister!"

"Damn it!"

Seeing that Hanzhixian had been killed, Caiyun Fairy of the Jie Sect could no longer sit still, and she immediately came to the front of the battle.

"My Eight Trigrams Cloud Light Cloth still lacks a trace of its original essence, and today that essence is precisely what it seeks!"

Xin Huan immediately spoke, and he summoned the Thunder God's Chisel. A flash of lightning struck, and the Fairy of Rainbow Clouds was forced back to her original form, leaving only a wisp of her soul to go to Qishan.

With a wave of his hand, Xin Huan absorbed the innate essence of Fairy Caiyun, intending to give it to the Great Emperor of the Eastern Azure Flower, so that He could refine it into a magical artifact.

The Great Emperor of the Eastern Pole Qinghua possesses a primordial magic treasure called the Eight Trigrams Cloud Light Cloth. This treasure lacks its primordial origin, therefore its quality has not yet been fully refined.

After the Golden Light Holy Mother perished last time, her innate essence not only replenished the Great Void Divine Mirror, but also completely replenished the essence of light in the Eight Trigrams Cloud Light Cloth.

Now that Fairy Caiyun has died, her innate essence has fallen into enemy hands, which can be considered a fulfillment of this great opportunity.

After the deaths of Hanzhi Fairy and Caiyun Fairy on the Cheng Tang side, only Grand Tutor Wen of the Jie Sect remained.

As the saying goes, a defeated army collapses like a house of cards!

At this time, the Xiqi side was riding high, while the Cheng Tang side suffered repeated defeats, finally allowing Ziya to find an opportunity to fight.

In a short time, Xiqi mobilized an army of 200,000, and Jiang Ziya led a large army to fight Wen Zhong.

With Xin Huan in charge and a martial arts master like Huang Feihu, the Xiqi forces, through their combined efforts, routed the Shang army.

But we see:

Clouds gather across the land, and murderous intent hangs over the sky.

The battle was fierce, the sky darkened, and the fighting was shrouded in sorrowful clouds and mist.

Zhou's soldiers were brave and fierce, while Zhou's soldiers fled in disarray. All that could be seen were rivers of blood flowing and ditches filled with corpses, stretching for miles.

After his defeat at Qishan, Grand Tutor Wen panicked and fled on his mount, the Black Qilin.

Along the way, they passed through five passes and encountered Guang Chengzi and Chi. Grand Tutor Wen had no choice but to take a detour.

When passing through Qinglong Pass, Grand Tutor Wen arrived at Juelong Ridge, where he saw that the mountain was indeed extremely steep.

Jue Long Ridge is a dangerous place, where crows and sparrows fly south and travelers avoid it.

The mist and haze obscured the view, making even the herb-gathering fairy boy fear the danger.

The fields are overgrown with thorns and brambles, making it difficult for woodcutters and firewood gatherers to travel.

Wild sheep and horses dart about like shuttles, while cunning rabbits and mountain oxen are arrayed like soldiers in battle formation.

Wild grasses teem with spirits, and strange, perilous creatures abound.

When Grand Tutor Wen arrived at Jue Long Ridge, he was about to enter the mountain when a thought struck him, and he suddenly received a divine warning.

"Alas!"

"Why is this mountain called Jue Long Ridge?"

Before Wen Zhong went down the mountain, the Holy Mother Jinling warned him to stay away from places with the character "绝" (jué, meaning "absolute" or "dead") on them.

It was only because Wen Zhong was destined to perish when he encountered the "death" in his destiny that he realized his calamity had arrived today, as Heaven had revealed this warning to him.

"Grand Tutor Wen, this humble Taoist has been waiting for you for quite some time!"

As Wen Zhong was sighing, he suddenly saw a Taoist priest appear in the mountains. This man was wearing a Taoist robe of light blue color. He was none other than Yun Zhongzi from Yuzhu Cave in Zhongnan Mountain.

"May I ask what brings you here, sir?"

Wen Zhong was very puzzled. This Yun Zhongzi was a Golden Immortal of Fortune and Virtue of the Chan Sect, yet he was not subject to the Great Tribulation.

"I have been waiting here for you, fellow Daoist, on my master's orders. This place is Jue Long Ridge, a place of certain death for you. Why don't you surrender quickly, fellow Daoist!"

"Don't be so heartless as to ruin your life again, causing your ten thousand years of cultivation to vanish in a single day!"

Yun Zhongzi spoke slowly, intending to persuade Wen Zhong to surrender.

"Yun Zhongzi!"

Do you treat me, Wen Zhong, like a mere infant?

"You dare to persuade me to surrender with just a few words? Do you really think I have no tricks up my sleeve?"

Wen Zhong is proficient in the Five Elements Escape Technique and possesses the cultivation of an immortal Golden Immortal. Where in the world can't he go?

"I've come here today, let's see how you deal with me!"

Wen Zhong immediately said, "Don't underestimate him. After all, he is a direct descendant of the Jie Sect."

"Ignoring fate, their destiny is sealed!"

"I had originally intended to give your master some face and allow you to spare your life, but given your actions, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Seeing that Zhong Jing refused to listen to reason and had to drink the penalty wine, Yun Zhongzi waved his hand and unleashed a divine thunderbolt. Eight pillars of divine fire reaching the sky grew out of Jue Long Ridge.

These eight pillars of divine fire reaching to the heavens are over three zhang tall and over one zhang in diameter, and are distributed in all directions according to the eight trigrams.

Yun Zhongzi pointed his finger, and countless thunderclaps erupted. The eight pillars of divine fire reaching the heavens instantly grew larger.

These eight pillars of divine fire, reaching to the heavens, complement each other and surprisingly form a unique array.

From each of the towering pillars of divine fire, forty-nine fire dragons flew out, instantly transforming the arena into a world of flames.

"What difficulty is there in obtaining something from the earth?"

"Your magic is nothing special!"

Grand Tutor Wen made a fire-avoiding hand gesture, thinking that Yun Zhongzi had some ruthless move, but it turned out that this was nothing special!

"Yun Zhongzi, your Taoist skills are nothing special. I will not stay here any longer, so I will take my leave!"

After Grand Tutor Wen finished speaking, he planned to use fire escape to leave the Heavenly Divine Fire Pillar, but unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred.

"Fellow Daoist Wen Zhong, where do you intend to go?"

Xin Huan, dressed in a purple robe with the Eight Trigrams design and holding a golden spear, was smiling at him from within the great formation.

"not good!"

"So it was that jinx who tracked us down!"

Seeing Xin Huan chasing after him, Wen Zhong leaped up again, intending to use fire escape to leave the large formation in front of him.

"middle!"

Xin Huan raised the golden spear, and Wen Zhong flew up for only a moment before being struck on the head by a beam of yellow light.

Wen Zhong cried out and fell down instantly.

His Nine-Cloud Flame Crown was shattered, and his long black hair fell down, leaving his fate uncertain.

"Fire arises from above the ground, wind arises from below the southeast!"

"This grand formation is still lacking a bit of dynamism. Let me fan the flames and show you!"

Xin Huan pointed to the top of his head, and two more innate banana leaf fans fell from his Three Flowers Auspicious Cloud!

These two banana leaf fans are innate spiritual treasures bestowed by the Supreme Sage, and they originated from the Primordial Four Symbols Banana Leaf Fan.

This contains the essence of wind and fire. Now, Xin Huan has unleashed it and is controlling the wind and fire. In an instant, wind and fire generate each other, and the power of this great formation has increased twice.

Within that great formation, countless fire dragons spewed smoke and flames, their claws turning the rocks red as they moved, attempting to boil the sea of ​​suffering dry and burn the mountains to a hollow state.

The fire dragon within the grand formation, aided by the elements of wind and fire, has now slowly begun to materialize.

"Go!"

The Heavenly Fire Pillar was originally a postnatal spiritual treasure crafted by Yun Zhongzi. This formation can be used to set up the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon Formation.

Its flames can burn everything!

It is pitiful that Grand Tutor Wen, who devoted his life to serving the country, perished in this great formation today. His cultivation of countless years has turned into nothing but a pool of water.

"There are eight of these Heavenly Fire Pillars. Once planted, they can form the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon Formation."

"This Eight Desolate Fire Dragon Formation can generate fire dragons within, which can breathe out Samadhi True Fire and kill enemies within the formation."

"After today's battle, you can keep this item and use it in conjunction with the magic weapon you already possess!"

"This is just a small token of my appreciation!"

Yun Zhongzi immediately revealed his true form again. It had only been a few years since they last met, and Xin Huan's cultivation had almost caught up with his.

Unexpectedly, his initial act of kindness yielded such a positive result, which delighted him greatly.

May you, teacher, enjoy peace and good health!

Xin Huan bowed. Yun Zhongzi was a Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect, and after this tribulation, his cultivation would improve, and he would break through to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm.

For Xin Huan, Yun Zhongzi was undoubtedly a golden opportunity, and he would never harm his own disciples!

In contrast, the motives of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect in accepting disciples were much more complicated. Apart from a very few, the other immortals did not treat their disciples as human beings at all.

Among the three generations of disciples of the Chan Sect, very few were able to achieve physical sainthood, and among those few, Lei Zhenzi's achievement was the highest.

Just by looking at the positions of the gods, one can understand many important matters.

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