Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

All directions will be destroyed!

Wisps of Southern Ming Fire swirled around the Crested Ibis Demon Lord, and as the wind rose, the scorching fire, capable of burning anything, resembled a fiery tornado sweeping across all directions.

As countless flames rose and exploded, layers of fiery tornadoes swept across the land like raging waves, shaking heaven and earth!
When the raging flames on his forehead subsided, all that remained of True Lord White Wind was a charred skeleton and a burnt feather fan.

Another Venerable Cave Profound Lord at the late stage of Refining Emptiness has fallen!

The number of cultivators with the "Feng" generation in the Qiankun Dao Sect has decreased by one.

At this moment, in the army formation of Qiankun Dao Sect, the True Monarchs looked at the Crested Ibis Demon Monarch with expressions of either fear or resentment, but none of the True Monarchs of the Yuan and Feng generations dared to step forward to fight.

"Anyone else who disagrees, come forward!"

The Crested Ibis Demon Lord spoke without any politeness. The True Lords of the Feng and Yuan generations of the Qiankun Dao Sect looked over and saw that the Holy Maiden of the Southern Fire God Palace, who wore a fiery feather crown, a Seven Treasures and Five Fires Robe, and a flying phoenix and ox belt, was heroic and exceptionally beautiful. Her proud and heroic spirit was no less than that of any man.

At this moment, the female cultivator stood proudly atop the clouds, which stirred a sense of sorrow within the Qiankun Dao Sect.

The Yuan generation has lost Qi Yuan, Long Yuan, and Wen Yuan. Almost all the capable members of the Yuan generation have been wiped out, and the new generation has not yet grown up.

The Feng generation members Fu Feng and Jie Feng have perished, Ming Feng and Yu Feng have been captured, and even Qi Feng and Bai Feng have now fallen here.
Add to that the previously lost Wood Wind, Fire Wind, Grain Wind, Extending Wind, Mountain Element, Burning Element, Hu Element, and Red Element.
How many members of the Feng and Yuan generations of the Qiankun Dao Sect are left?
Two generations of true masters, six thousand years of inheritance, the Qiankun Dao Sect now has no one to lead it for the next six thousand years. Its influence is not just limited to two generations. Looking ahead to the next ten thousand years, the Qiankun Dao Sect may not even be able to catch its breath!

Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, the True Lords of the Feng and Yuan generations of the Qiankun Dao Sect felt a surge of heroic sorrow and resolved to die here.

Sensing the grief and indignation in his subordinates, the Immortal Lord of Longevity slowly nodded: "The morale of the army is good."

Fear is not terrible, shame and anger are not terrible, grief and indignation are not terrible; what is terrible is the rise of a cowardly and war-avoiding mentality.

As the saying goes, shame breeds courage. When fear reaches its extreme, it can inspire immense courage, and shame, anger, and grief can transform into a determination to fight to the death. But once cowardice arises and one becomes timid and hesitant, even the most extraordinary abilities are rendered useless.

Sensing that the army's morale was now high, Immortal Lord Wanshou looked to his side and then to the chief of the Jin generation of the Yuanyang Dao Sect: "Jin Yang, I'll trouble you to take action."

Beneath the black hooded cloak, Jin Yang's voice had returned to its usual clear and melodious tone: "Ever since Qi Yuan died at Ling Yuan's hands, Ling Yuan has become increasingly uncontrollable."

"Originally, he was known as the number one in the contemporary Xuanmen of the Three Realms, then he became the number one in the contemporary Xuanmen of the Heavens, and later he will probably become the number one in the contemporary Myriad Realms and Great Thousand Worlds."

"I am not Qi Yuan, I am not as constrained as Qi Yuan, I just want to beat him."

As he spoke, the space around Jin Yang slightly distorted, and his figure disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, the Crested Ibis Demon Lord, who was swaggering around, suddenly sensed a sinister and gloomy threat approaching. His eyes widened, and the graceful and noble figure of the Firebird appeared behind him.

In an instant, accompanied by the cry of a phoenix, the divine bird spread its wings, and the raging fire surged like a tidal wave, covering three million miles of heaven and earth in front of the Crested Ibis Demon Lord. The fire that could burn everything burned away all things, burned away the void, distorted time, and the world lost its color.

Amidst the scorching and raging Southern Ming Fire, a figure of light and shadow slightly distorted, and then a blade of light suddenly burst forth, its cold light flashing as it cleaved through three million miles of fire and rushed straight toward the face of the Crested Ibis Demon Lord. In an instant, the Crested Ibis Demon Lord's hair stood on end: Something's not right!

Instinctively, the Crested Ibis Demon Lord suddenly flicked the Magpie Feather Flying Fire Fan in his hand, and surging flames rose from the Crested Ibis Demon Lord's body, transforming into a fiery tornado to protect him.

However, the blade of light that struck down twisted the fiery tornado in an unusually strange way, slicing diagonally into the interior of the flames and disintegrating it.

Immediately afterward, a shadowy figure approached, startling the Crested Ibis Demon Lord, whose body was enveloped in a burst of fiery energy.

"Fire Separates, Annihilation of All Directions!"

Suddenly, the surging Southern Ming Fire collapsed and covered everything in all directions like an avalanche, like a flood bursting its banks. In all directions, for millions of miles, only the blazing fire burned everything in its path, and nothing else could be seen.

This is not only the Crested Ibis Demon Lord's killing move, but also a method of self-protection.

To get close enough to the Crested Ibis Demon Lord to kill him, one must cross the Nanming Fire, which can burn even the void of heaven and earth!
Previously, True Monarch Baifeng had perished under the attack of Demon Monarch Zhuyi, burned to nothing but a charred skeleton, and even his natal treasure was destroyed.

However, facing the all-consuming Nanming Fire, the shadowy figure neither dodged nor avoided it. Dark black flames rose around it, and in an instant, the black flames surged and churned, like waves crashing against it one after another. It was comparable to the most righteous and fierce Nanming Fire among the ten great divine fires of the myriad realms!

At this moment, not only were the True Monarchs of the Qiankun Dao Sect astonished, but even the True Disciples of the Eastern Heaven Daoist Army showed disbelief.

This is the Southern Ming Fire!
Don't underestimate the Crested Ibis Demon Lord just because he's only at the peak of the Void Refinement stage. Even two or three True Lords at the same peak of the Void Refinement stage wouldn't easily risk their lives against him. This is because the Crested Ibis Demon Lord's willingness to sacrifice his life to the Southern Bright Fire is something that even True Lords at the Integration stage would tremble at.

But what did they see at that moment?
That strange black flame was actually on par with the Southern Ming Fire—what kind of bizarre thing was that?!
Lingwei and Lingyu both frowned, while Lin Fan's expression was even more solemn. He was a true cultivator of fire magic and could be said to be an expert in playing with fire. He also had the Fiery Yang Physique and had an understanding of all kinds of flames. However, he could not see the situation of this kind of ghostly fire.

Meanwhile, Xuan Yi, Ming Xian, Kong Zhen, Xu Yuanzi, and the others also frowned deeply: no matter how they looked at it, that ghostly fire didn't seem like a true Daoist fire at all; it was more like some kind of demonic flame.
Lin Fan pondered for a moment, then looked at Jiang Sheng: "Yuan Chen, that fire..."

Although Jiang Sheng is a water elementalist, he is also proficient in fire magic. He possesses fire magic in the Five Elements Divine Thunder, the Four Symbols, and the Three Calamities. Moreover, Jiang Sheng has a pure Yang Dao seed of fire within his body, giving him his own understanding of fire magic.

At this moment, Lin Fan asked a question, and Jiang Sheng didn't hide anything: "That fire looks somewhat familiar to me, but it also feels a bit strange."

"Fire is Yang, darkness is Yin, and the abyss is darkness; it is like a sun in the darkness, imbued with the abyss's energy."

As he spoke, Jiang Sheng shook his head: "In any case, this doesn't seem like the kind of fire that someone at the Refinement Void stage could produce. The crested ibis is in danger."

Lin Fan was shocked. Even he was unwilling to directly confront the Southern Bright Flame of the Crested Ibis Demon Lord. Yet Jiang Sheng was saying that the Crested Ibis Demon Lord was in danger. Could it be that the person who made the move was a Nascent Soul cultivator?!

Suddenly, a cry of surprise rang out. Lin Fan looked up and saw that the eerie black flames landed on the Nanming Li Fire, continuously engulfing it. The Nanming Li Fire, now tainted by the black flames, began to change color and sway, as if trying to break free from the control of the Crested Ibis Demon Lord.

This ghostly black flame can even corrode the Southern Bright Fire?!
Amidst the astonishment, the black flames suddenly expanded, followed by a ghostly figure appearing as a black blade slashed down at the Crested Ibis Demon Lord within the surging, scorching Southern Bright Fire. In an instant, as the black blade struck, the flames parted like waves. The Crested Ibis Demon Lord, his face filled with astonishment and surprise, was already too late to stop it!
"not good!"

As Shao Bai Mingjun spoke, he was about to make a move. Si Hai Zhenjun even summoned the Seven Mysterious Purple Gourd. Xuan Yi, Ling Wei, Ling Yu, Ming Xian, Xu Yuanzi, and others also joined in the attack.

Although they are not skilled in fire magic, it does not mean they have poor eyesight. Now, who can't see that the shadowy figure's cultivation is far superior to that of the crested ibis?
This is clearly bullying the weak and disregarding the rules!
In an instant, the pure white mist split the sky like an axe, the vast blue waves surged and churned, and countless stars condensed into sharp blades that slashed down, while all kinds of mysterious winds coalesced into a single sword.
The primordial white mist, the surging waves of the four seas, the azure and purple thunder, the myriad star axes, the purple micro sword energy, and the void-breaking flowing light all rushed out at once, their various supernatural powers traversing the heavens and earth, all with the aim of rescuing the Crimson Ibis Demon Lord from the shadowy figure.

At this moment, the Crested Ibis Demon Lord was startled. Looking at that shadowy figure, he was so intimidated that he could not muster the slightest will to resist.

This is not merely the pressure of a high realm, but the power of heaven and earth, an unknown mystery, and a law originating from the chaotic universe.

However, just as the black blade was about to strike, a streak of light arrived from behind.

The flowing light surged like a rainbow piercing the sun, instantly crossing the swiftly rushing Tai Su white energy, flying past the surging blue-purple lightning, and shuttling through the Ziwei sword energy, the Wanxing axe and halberd, and the Void-Breaking Flowing Light. It was as graceful as a dragon soaring into the sky, and in an instant it rushed to the front of the Crimson Ibis Demon Lord!

clang! ! !
The metal clashed, producing a continuous buzzing sound.

The Crested Ibis Demon Lord watched helplessly as the black blade descended with unstoppable force, carrying the might of chaos and the power of the netherworld. It cleaved through the protective qi and separated layers of fire, but was stopped above the Crested Ibis Demon Lord's head by a magic sword!
Everyone stared intently, and saw that the magic sword was entirely sky blue, with chaotic wind marks imprinted on it. The sword was three feet six and a half inches long, and contained Daoist inscriptions, immortal marks, cloud-based restrictions, and magical restrictions. There was also a green lotus growing and transforming into a sword pavilion. On the sword body, a sharp killing intent and overwhelming ferocity burst forth, but it could not conceal the pure and righteous profound energy within. It was as if this sword could slay immortals and demons and cleanse the universe as soon as it was drawn.

Only then did everyone turn their heads to look in the direction of the surging blue rainbow: the Penglai Dao Sect's military formation.

In the midst of the army formation, Jiang Sheng lightly raised his right arm and pointed his fingers to form a sword. That green blade was clearly Jiang Sheng's handiwork.

At this moment, Jiang Sheng remained calm and composed. With a slight twist of his right sword finger, the green blade that had blocked the black knife suddenly swung and slashed straight at the shadowy figure wielding the black knife.

In an instant, the ghostly flames and black flames blotted out the sky, the black blade slashed down and flashed with thousands of sword lights, while the green blade surged endlessly, splitting into hundreds of thousands of amazing sword energies in mid-air, each meeting the thousands of sword lights.

For a moment, only black light and blue rainbow could be seen constantly clashing and canceling each other out. Then, hundreds of blue rainbows condensed into a wisp of sword thread that plunged into the void, piercing through heaven and earth and slashing straight at the sky.

The thousands of black rays surged and rippled, shaking the heavens and earth and separating the space. As the wisp of sword thread pierced through the layers of barriers, the black rays condensed into a black dragon and devoured it.

Sword threads soared into the sky, cleaving heaven and earth; black light crisscrossed, condensing into a great dragon.

The battle between swords and blades raged across the heavens and earth, and both the Eastern Heaven Daoist School and the Qiankun Daoist Sect, with their hundreds of True Monarchs and billions of Daoist soldiers, watched with bated breath.

Whether it's Jiang Sheng's swordsmanship or the shadowy figure wielding the black blade, they represent the pinnacle of the contemporary level in all the myriad realms. This is the strongest swordsmanship and saber technique in all the myriad realms during the great calamity, after 40,000 years of accumulation and refinement!
Swords clashed, cranes cried and dragons roared.

As the sword and saber fight intensified, gradually only a few of the True Lords could keep up with the flashing blades.

Within the Qiankun Dao Sect's military formation, apart from Lingfeng Zhenjun, a Fifth Tribulation True Monarch, only Han Yuan among the Feng and Yuan generations could barely keep up with the sword and blade trails. Even among the Xuan generation True Monarchs, apart from those at the Integration Dao level, the rest could only see the afterimages of the intertwined blue rainbow and black light.

Within the Eastern Heaven Daoist army, those whose cultivation was below the late stage of Refining Emptiness, such as Ling Xuan, Ling Qiu, Ming Ji, Ming Jing, Xuan Sang, and Xuan Xing, were already so overwhelmed that they could no longer discern anything.

Even the current chief disciples of the Xuanmen Dao Sect, such as Xuan Yi, Ling Wei, Ming Xian, and Xu Yuanzi, could only barely make out the changes in the moves of both sides. Kong Zhen, Si Hai Zhen Jun, Shao Bai Ming Jun, and others, being at the Dongxuan Dao Fruit Refinement Void Realm, could also see the situation of the battle between the two sides.

However, those immortal sects in the middle thousand worlds, whether it was Jingbai of the Three Star Sect, Chongshan of the Mountain and Sea Palace, or Haiyu of the Spirit Sea Sect, all felt dazzled and overwhelmed. They could hear the clash of metal, the thunderous roar of swords, and see a patch of blue and black light, but they could not see the moment of the battle. They could only see large afterimages disappearing one after another. Even if they strained their senses, they could only watch until their eyes were sore and their souls were swollen, and they really could not distinguish between reality and illusion.

The sword light hummed incessantly, and the azure rainbow split into hundreds and thousands of sword threads that crisscrossed and slashed back at heaven and earth. The blade light roared like a dragon, and the black light swept through countless illusory shadows, tearing through the sky and shattering the void, cutting through the universe.

As the swords clashed, Jiang Sheng's interest was piqued: in recent years, he had rarely encountered an opponent worthy of his full strength.

Often, they would test the enemy's strength in one breath, dismantle their moves in one breath, and take their life in the third breath.

This time, Jiang Sheng encountered a truly formidable opponent. Every time Jiang Sheng dissected the opponent's moves and discovered their weaknesses, he was able to quickly adapt and cover up the flaws, which truly gave Jiang Sheng a great time.

After exchanging hundreds of blows, Jiang Sheng realized that he could not possibly defeat his opponent with just the Zhuxian Sword.

Therefore, Jiang Sheng recalled the Zhuxian Sword without hesitation.

With Qinghong being recalled, the True Monarchs in the Qiankun Dao Sect's army breathed a sigh of relief: Qinghong has retreated, so they can consider this a victory.
However, Ling Feng, Jing Xing, Jing Xiao, and other Fifth Tribulation True Monarchs were not as relaxed as the people below. They could see that the previous sword clash was more of a test than a battle of magic.

Jiang Sheng was testing Jin Yang's abilities!

At this moment, Jin Yang felt neither joy nor relief at his victory. He was intently watching the Eastern Heaven Daoist army formation and the handsome Daoist figure standing with his hands behind his back beneath the banner of the Penglai Daoist Sect.

With a rapid sword cry, the Zhuxian Sword was recalled.

The immortal sword, which had been fearlessly rampaging through the world just moments before, was now trembling and groaning around Jiang Sheng, seemingly expressing its dissatisfaction.

Clearly, the Zhuxian Sword believed it could defeat the black blade.

Jiang Sheng, however, smiled and gently stroked the blade of the Zhuxian Sword: "Don't rush, don't rush, you'll have your chance to show off your power soon."

"But for now..."

The Qingping Sword was slowly drawn from its sheath, and Jiang Sheng's eyes were reflected on its bright blade. In those eyes, which were as calm as still water, it seemed that a blue lotus was turning, shining with azure-gold light.

Jiang Sheng looked up at the figure shrouded entirely in a black robe:

"Let me personally test this guy's abilities!" (End of Chapter)