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Chapter 1509 Red Cloud Saves the Day, Taoism and Buddhism Offer Many Treasures

This spear thrust was imbued with all his strength, moving with lightning speed, giving Zhao Kuangyin no chance to dodge.

Zhao Kuangyin gritted his teeth, held the Panlong Staff horizontally in front of his chest, and used all his strength to resist. But just as the Panlong Staff was about to make contact with the Storm Spear, Zhao Kuangyin suddenly realized that the gap between him and Typhon was much greater than he had imagined.

The overwhelming pressure of the aura almost suffocated him, and the coiled dragon staff in his hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, making it impossible for him to lift it completely.

"Oh!"

Another loud bang, and the Storm Spear and the Coiled Dragon Staff collided.

Zhao Kuangyin felt an even more terrifying force than what Pan Mei had just endured travel up the staff. His arms instantly lost all feeling, and the Panlong Staff snapped with a "crack," the broken staff and fragments flying in all directions.

Typhon's storm spear continued its relentless advance, piercing straight towards Zhao Kuangyin's chest.

A hint of despair flashed in Zhao Kuangyin's eyes. He could feel the qi on the spear tip touching his armor, and the cold touch made him tremble.

Just at this critical moment, a red figure suddenly rushed out from the side!

The red figure arrived with the speed of a shooting star, its red robes fluttering wildly, like a wildfire breaking the silence before dawn. It was none other than the Red Cloud Ancestor, the enshrined monk of the Divine Martial Hall under Su Ye!

Although his face was aged and his hair was streaked with white, he showed no signs of old age as he moved about. His body was surrounded by auras as smooth as silk, and his inner strength, which was at the limit of the half-step Celestial Realm, surged out and transformed into streaks of visible red light, rushing straight towards Typhon's storm spear, which was as powerful as thunder.

"You dare to stop me, a mere farmer?"

Typhon's killing intent intensified, and the dark blue-black energy on his spear surged violently, turning the surrounding air black. Wherever the spear tip passed, even the falling snowflakes were instantly torn to dust.

The Old Ancestor Hongyun neither dodged nor avoided, but quickly formed hand seals and uttered a low shout.

"The seasons cycle, but spring brings forth resilience!"

As he finished speaking, a rich, emerald-green internal force surged from his palm, transforming into countless supple vines, like new shoots breaking through the soil in early spring, layer upon layer wrapping around the Storm Spear.

This power of spring is best at using softness to overcome hardness. It may seem weak and boneless, but it actually contains an inexhaustible tenacity. No matter how fierce the qi is, it can use its strength to neutralize some of it.

"clang--"

The moment the vines collided with the spear, the cyan-green internal energy and the cyan-black qi rubbed violently together, sparking a sky full of sparks. The vines broke off section by section, but they also successfully slowed the spear's momentum.

Typhon felt a sudden weight on his wrist. The seemingly gentle internal force was like a leech, spreading upwards along the spear, trying to disintegrate his protective aura. He couldn't help but let out a cold snort.

"Little tricks!"

He suddenly exerted force in his arm, and his qi erupted once more, shattering all the remaining vines. The spear was still aimed at Zhao Kuangyin's chest, but its speed had slowed down by half a point.

In that brief moment, a chubby figure suddenly emerged from the void, as if appearing out of thin air. The newcomer wore a moon-white Taoist robe, had an honest face, and a smile on his lips. He held an ancient whisk in his hand, while a long sword with a faint crimson sword light floated behind him. He was none other than Duobao Daoist, who was also a disciple of Su Ye and served in the Divine Martial Hall!

"Fellow Taoist, wait!"

Duobao Daoist's voice was loud and clear. As he spoke, he waved his right hand, and the long sword on his back was instantly unsheathed, turning into a dazzling scarlet sword light that slashed straight at Typhon's spear.

This sword strike was the Zhuxian Sword Technique, personally passed down by the Tongtian Sect Master of the Jie Sect. Its sword force was incomparably fierce, yet it also carried a touch of the Taoist elegance and agility, with skillful technique hidden within its power.

"Another one sent to his death!"

Typhon, enraged, laughed and swung his spear, colliding fiercely with the Immortal Execution Sword.

With a loud clang, the sound of metal clashing against metal made the soldiers on the city wall suffer painful eardrums, and many of them bled from their mouths and noses.

Daoist Duobao felt an overwhelming force flowing through the sword. His honest smile remained unchanged, but he involuntarily took three steps back, the hem of his Daoist robe fluttering in the wind.

"Senior, this barbarian's qi is incredibly domineering!" Daoist Duobao rubbed his numb wrist and shouted to Ancestor Hongyun.

"Xia Changlie, Incinerate your Qi!"

Meanwhile, the Old Ancestor Hongyun had already pressed forward again, his hands moving unpredictably while he chanted incantations.

Then, a burst of red light erupted from his body, transforming into a raging inferno, like the scorching midday sun in summer. The intense heat caused the surrounding snow to melt rapidly, and as the water vapor rose, the flames swept towards Typhon.

This summer's blazing fire is no ordinary fire, but a masculine fire imbued with the inner strength of farmers, specifically designed to suppress cold or fierce energy, attempting to scorch and ignite Tifeng's vital energy.

"Join forces to defend against the enemy!"

Hongyun Patriarch said in a deep voice, "Internal force cultivators are inherently weaker than Qi-based war gods in direct combat. Moreover, Typhon has already reached the pinnacle of Qi, and his realm is definitely superior to his. Only by cooperating with Duobao Daoist can he barely hold his own."

Upon hearing this, Daoist Duobao immediately understood. He made a hand seal with his left hand, waved his whisk with his right hand, and chanted a Buddhist mantra.

"Buddha's Palm, First Form: The First Appearance of Buddha's Light!"

The originally gentle atmosphere suddenly turned solemn and dignified. A huge golden palm print materialized out of thin air, carrying an aura of compassion yet majesty, and slammed towards Typhon.

This Tathagata Palm technique was cultivated after he comprehended Buddhist teachings. It is one Buddhist and one Taoist technique, one soft and one hard. When used at the same time, they form a wonderful complement to each other.

Although Duobao Daoren's realm was still at the peak of the Celestial Realm, as the senior disciple of the inner sect of the Daoist Jie Sect, he had fully inherited the true teachings of the most ferocious Zhuxian Sword Technique among the Four Zhuxian Swords in the hands of Tongtian Jiaozhu. Later, he also comprehended Buddhism and cultivated both Daoism and Buddhism. Therefore, his actual combat strength was not much worse than that of Hongyun, who was the Supreme Elder of the Farmer's School.

Typhon's expression changed slightly. He could feel the immense power contained in the golden palm print, but it was blocked by the raging flames in front of him. He had no choice but to temporarily stop pursuing Zhao Kuangyin. He swept his storm spear across, and the dark blue-black energy transformed into a storm wall to block the flames and the palm print at the same time.

"Oh!"

The golden palm print slammed into the storm wall and exploded instantly. Golden light intertwined and collided with the dark blue-green energy, forming ripples of energy that sent surrounding corpses and rubble flying.

The flames of the Red Cloud Ancestor were blocked by the storm wall, but they did not go out. Instead, like a leech, they seeped into the storm wall through the cracks, scorching Typhon's qi.

"What a trick!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Typhon's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an even stronger killing intent.

He had thought these two were nothing but worthless idiots, but he never expected them to join forces to block his attack and even show signs of launching a counterattack.

"Since you're courting death, I'll kill you first!"

Typhon took a sudden step forward, and the city bricks beneath his feet shattered instantly. Dark blue-green energy surged from his body, transforming into a gigantic phantom of a storm titan, roaring as it charged toward the two of them.

This is his unique skill, which combines his own internal energy with the totem beliefs of the grasslands. It is incredibly powerful, and everything in its path is destroyed.

"Autumn frost is chilling, freezing the shield!"

The Red Cloud Ancestor reacted extremely quickly, his hands rapidly forming hand seals. The flames around him instantly vanished, replaced by a desolate and chilling aura. His white inner force transformed into a thick ice wall, covered with patterns like autumn leaves, exceptionally tough.

This power of autumn frost excels at defense and trapping enemies; its chilling cold can slow down the enemy's movements.

"Immortal Execution Sword, trap!"

At the same time, Daoist Duobao made his move, and the Zhuxian Sword transformed into countless scarlet sword shadows in the air, weaving together into a huge sword net that enveloped the phantom of the Storm Titan.

Above the sword net, there are both profound Taoist runes and Buddhist golden light, combining strength and gentleness, attempting to trap the phantom of the Storm Titan.

(End of this chapter)