Chapter 625: Fei and the Tree
Chapter 625: Fei and the Tree
"No! The enemy's siege weapons are too powerful, our sect's array can't hold out for long!"
On the main peak of the Blood Shadow Gate, the Blood Shadow Ancestor, who resembled a porcelain doll, let out a piercing scream.
"As expected, the art of warfare from the Da Zhou Divine Dynasty is far superior to what we have in the mortal realm..."
The Witch Palace Patriarch from the Upper Divine Shrine sighed, "Before this, the Flying Sword Gate and the Corpse Transport Sect also had great formations, but what good did it do them in the end?"
He still felt a bit regretful, having heard that the Ziran Ancestor was a true master of array formations. Unfortunately, fate had kept them apart, and that person had ended up joining the Kill-Life Cult!
His gaze shifted, and he saw several elders of the Upper Divine Shrine standing by an odd Eight-Treasure Lotus Pond, each holding a divine lamp and silently praying.
With each recitation of the scriptures, a thick layer of incense and candle money in the pond mysteriously disappeared...
Witnessing this, he felt a pang of pain in his heart, "The ultimate move should not be used lightly, and the Three Hundred Arhats of the Jingang Temple are no exception. So, please, 'Divine Beggar,' take the lead."
"Just as I wished."
The big man in beggar's clothing let out a hearty laugh, and a vast Yang Shen Concept directly flew out of the Blood Shadow Gate's formation.
He dared not venture too deep into the enemy formation and instead waved his hand, casting three jade talismans.
Within the talismans, there were several incomplete golden patterns that suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance.
In the midst of the light, three golden-armored divine beings appeared, roared, and charged towards the catapults.
"Hmm? Yang Shen Power?"
The Black Magic King glanced at them with disdain, not deigning to engage.
These were not the top-tier forces of the opposing side, and the Poison Hand Scholar had other plans.
Sure enough!
The six Great Priests roared simultaneously, tearing off their clothing and transforming into war beasts as tall as city walls.
These beasts resembled bulls with a single eye and serpentine tails, akin to the mythical 'Fei' from ancient legends!
More importantly, around them, a yellow-green mist emerged, carrying the scent of plague.
It was evident that anyone who approached would be forced to undergo a physical fitness test, and failure would result in exposure to various plagues and diseases...
The three golden-armored divine beings seemed to have a limited duration, as they dismantled only a few siege engines before their forms became somewhat illusory. They were quickly scattered by the six Fei beasts, and within moments, one of the golden-armored divine beings was torn apart by the lashing of the serpentine tails.
Roar!
Two of the Fei beasts continued to engage the remaining golden-armored divine beings, while the other four Fei beasts roared and charged towards the array formation!
Within the Blood Shadow Gate, a paper army emerged from a paper house, with countless paper money flying about. Paper arrows fell onto the Fei beasts, but they seemed to have no more effect than a scraping massage, unable to inflict serious injuries.
Not only that, the yellow-green plague mist was also rapidly eroding the array formation.
Even with the protection of the array's power, some of the lower-cultivation disciples began to exhibit symptoms of the plague.
"What is this? A battle of beasts? Biological warfare?"
Upon witnessing this scene, Fang Xing felt utterly helpless.
"Here they come again, those war beasts."
Within the Blood Shadow Gate, the Witch Palace Patriarch turned to the Black Feathered Taoist, "This time, I request that you, Brother Tao, take action!"
"Indeed, our sect also has a Spirit Treasure..."
The Black Feathered Taoist smiled slightly, preparing to fly out, but suddenly his expression changed, "Those brutes from the Kill-Life Cult have no regard for rules!"
As he spoke, a long howl echoed, and the Poison Hand Scholar had already flown out!
The battlefield was ever-changing, never a simple matter of countering moves.
Even less likely was it a game of cards, where one played a card and the opponent responded accordingly.
Alright...
It was more likely that the Kill-Life Cult was a bunch of lunatics who never bothered with optimal solutions.
The Poison Hand Scholar was simply hot-headed, and now he was making his move.
"In the name of destruction..."
"Offer sacrifices to our lord!"
The Poison Hand Scholar's form dissipated, revealing his true Yang Shen manifestation.
Without a physical body, his form dispersed easily, and in his hand, a small black hammer appeared.
Terrifying destructive power enveloped the hammer, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Not good, the Poison Hand Scholar has taken action!"
Within the Blood Shadow Gate, the Witch Palace Patriarch shouted, "We request the intervention of the Third Generation Ancestor!"
In an instant, a golden light descended, revealing a clay body with a golden core.
This Third Generation Ancestor had three heads and six arms, somewhat resembling the previous golden-armored giant.
In each of his hands, he held a treasure.
The mystical glow of each treasure could rival the chessboard in the Black Magic King's hand, undoubtedly reaching the level of the treasured artifacts of the top ten evil sects.
The six treasures bloomed with their respective brilliance, suddenly merging into one, resembling a canopy of light that blocked the massive Hammer of Destruction.
Boom!
As the Hammer of Destruction in the Poison Hand Scholar's hand grew larger than a mountain peak, it collided with the six-colored canopy.
The terrifying aftershock swept across, causing the entire Blood Shadow Gate's mountain gate to tremble as if hit by a massive earthquake that shook the earth's veins.
"The Left Envoy has taken action, it's time for us to join the battle as well."
The Black Magic King's eyes flashed with brilliance, "After this battle, perhaps I will be able to touch the barrier of the Post-Ascension Realm."
With that, he glared at Fang Xing in a challenging manner and transformed into a black light, "Who dares to face the Black Magic King?"
"Amitabha!"
"Infinite Heaven!"
With the sound of Buddhist and Daoist chants, an old monk resembling deadwood and the Black Feathered Taoist appeared.
A strange bracelet appeared in the Taoist's hand, and he began to chant.
Boom!
The diamond bracelet gently shook, and when it reappeared, it surprisingly landed on the chessboard, firmly trapping the Black Magic King's treasure.
The Deadwood Monk appeared frail and bony, but he carried a faint golden light. At that moment, he pressed his hands together, and a giant golden swastika symbol emerged.
Together with the Taoist, they were evenly matched against the Black Magic King, who was in the middle stage of the Yang Shen cultivation realm.
Upon seeing this, the White Magic King immediately manifested the form of a Thousand-Handed White Bodhisattva to lend assistance.
However, one by one, Yang Shen cultivators flew out from the Blood Shadow Gate's mountain gate, preventing her from taking a single step forward.
"Hmm? It seems like all the elites are out."
Fang Xing couldn't help but sigh at this sight.
With the protection of the formation, the lower and middle-tier forces of both sides had yet to engage in battle, but the top-tier battle strength already revealed a glimpse of the outcome.
The six Great Priests, who had transformed into Fei Beasts, could be considered as six Yang Shen cultivators.
Once that Jade Talisman Golden Man was dealt with, they could immediately regroup and breach the formation.
The monk, the Taoist, and the old beggar were barely holding their ground against the Black and White Protectors.
"That's right, there are still the four Yang Shen True Lords of the major sects... against the six Great Priests..."
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Fang Xing nodded and shook his head, turning his gaze towards the Poison Hand Scholar.
It was evident that the Poison Hand Scholar held the upper hand, while the third-generation ancestor who wielded the 'Jingtian Six Treasures' could barely hold on.
As for why the seven major sects could only gather six treasures in the end?
It was simply because one of the sects couldn't contribute...
"It's time to reveal the trump card."
For some reason, Fang Xing had a strong intuition.
Roar!
Indeed, in the next instant, strange beasts emerged from the Blood Shadow Gate's formation, charging forward.
These beasts resembled tigers and leopards, each one exceptionally ferocious and possessing astonishing speed.
In the sky above, bird-like creatures made of white bones transformed into dark clouds and rushed towards them.
"These are undoubtedly the work of the Spirit Control Sect... and they're all cannon fodder!"
Fang Xing's eyes moved, and he noticed that behind the countless spirit beasts, there were also three hundred strange golden-bodied arhats.
"It's time for me to make a move; otherwise, if the Kill-Life Cult suffers significant losses, it won't benefit me."
With a thought, two clouds of insects appeared in the sky.
Whoosh!
Countless white ants gathered, spewing cold air, making the world seem to return to the Ice Age.
The numerous white bone birds in the sky froze into ice sculptures, falling one by one onto the beast horde below and shattering continuously.
The beasts roared in agony as they were devoured by the green jade beetles...
Fang Xing flew to the front of the military formation, his body emitting a constant mystical glow.
—Group Nature Summoning!
Boom!
Rows of tree guardians appeared, towering like giants.
A three-headed, six-armed tree guardian roared towards the sky, its incredible rage manifesting into a physical form, causing it to burn fiercely.
—Legendary Burning Tree Guardian!
With a punch, over ten arhats from the three hundred golden-bodied arhats instantly turned into golden discs.
The charging formation of the golden-bodied arhats halted, and they stared at the tree guardians, each several times taller and stronger than them, their faces filled with fear and despair.
Boom!
The tree guardians advanced side by side, and wherever they passed, whether it was the golden-bodied arhats, beasts, paper figures, puppets, or even the flesh-and-blood disciples of the sect, they all turned into meat paste...
"There are actually Yang Shen tree demons? So many of them?"
On the Blood Shadow Gate's side, the Witch-Palace Patriarch watched this scene, almost in despair.
"No!"
The Blood Shadow Gate Patriarch, who resembled a porcelain doll, was on the verge of shattering with rage.
Then, they all looked at Fang Xing: "This is a summoning technique. Once the summoner is defeated, the summoned creatures will disperse and return!"
"Witch-Palace Patriarch?"
The Blood Shadow Gate leader transformed into a blood-red light and charged forward, with a paper puppet and a somewhat damaged paper figure suddenly appearing by his side.
On the paper figure, there was even a trace of divine consciousness: "I never imagined that in this day and age, there would be such outstanding juniors..."
It was none other than the foundation of the Blood Shadow Gate, an existence that had entrusted its divine soul entirely to a paper figure!
"Oh? The Blood Shadow Gate's foundation isn't bad, and they still have two Yang Shen cultivators in hiding..."
Fang Xing didn't care about any of this.
Furthermore, it was quite interesting to see a sect struggling with all its might, from the ancestors to the disciples, as it faced extinction.
Crushing them would give him the same pleasure as stepping on an ant nest or kicking down a sandcastle.
"It's just a pity... it's far from enough."
A mystical glow appeared, and Fang Xing's figure suddenly transformed.
Whoosh!
The wind and clouds stirred, and thunder roared.
—Jiao Long Transformation!
—Summoning Wind and Rain!
In an instant, Fang Xing transformed into a hundred-meter-long white jade Jiao Long, with two horns on its head, four claws on its belly, a snake-like body, and a fish-like tail, complete with dragon whiskers! Even more astonishing was the sense of authority emanating from the Jiao Long, far surpassing its previous aura.
This was the enhancement and transformation brought about by that tiny bit of natural divinity.
Fang Xing took a deep breath and suddenly exhaled a white flame.
—Jiao Long's Breath!
"Ah!"
Amidst the screams, the Blood Shadow Gate leader was the first to be heavily injured, and the paper figure and puppet beside him didn't make a sound as they turned to ashes in the white dragon flame!
(End of Chapter)
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