Tao and Heaven

Chapter 206 The Death of Emperor Daojun
"Qingcang."

Above the nine heavens, seven-color rainbow lights formed a staircase, and a man dressed in a divine robe with a heavenly crown walked down step by step.

He is neither male nor female but a divine being, with a divine light covering His face, which cannot be seen.

Qingcang raised his hand and struck in the air, a palm that covered the sky and the sun stretched out, and the incarnation of Jianmu seemed to have also learned the sky-supporting momentum of the human-immortal Dharma, and also revealed a giant hand to welcome him.

The former is the palm and the latter is the fist.

He clenched his fist and then crushed it. The Jianmu incarnation was a little bit of an amateur in front of Qingcang, but for her who was not good at fighting, Qingcang's method was already the strongest.

Jianmu made another move to offset the power of Qingcang's attack.

All the beings hidden in the evil cloud around him cast fearful glances.

"If you only learn from others, you are just showing off your skills in front of experts."

Qingcang commented on the lecture.

But it is undeniable that Jianmu's method of transformation has reached the pinnacle, close to the law, and has six points of her charm. This is just the incarnation of a tree branch.

Jianmu's incarnation said expressionlessly: "You always surprise me. I thought you wouldn't fight till the last moment."

Now that Qingcang's foundation was burning, Jianmu had to take out the saint's weapon that was being nurtured in advance, which was the jade bracelet on her wrist.

Then everyone thought Qing Cang would come to fight, but unexpectedly, the other party actually stayed by Gu Wen's side, so that the Twelve Demon Ancestors did not dare to move at all.

"Now that you have lost the initiative, I only need to delay for a few more days and you will die. Apart from this, you only have one last way left, which is to become the master of Jianmu's cave."

Qingcang slapped out with one palm again. The plain and unpretentious yet incomparable Qingcang palm that fell was still eight points stronger than before.

A flash of jade light flashed from the sleeves of the god, and a white jade Vajra Hoop appeared. The jade was like a bright moon shining on the sky, imprisoning all living things, and containing all mountains and seas.

The Three Pure Mountains outside the sky kept shaking, and the semi-immortal Taixu found it difficult to enter into meditation. A jade circle shook the heaven and earth, and the stars in the sky were all dim.

Qingcang's hand was trapped in mid-air and then crushed bit by bit.

Zheng!
A flash of sword light flew out from inside the white jade Vajra Hoop, and the immortal sword took the opportunity to break free and fell into Qingcang's hands.

"Fellow Taoist, let me help you."

The Immortal Sword's divine thoughts came, and Qing Cang shook his head slightly and said, "You are not needed, go help this poor Taoist disciple."

After saying that, she casually threw the magic sword down, and it turned into a sword light that pierced the ground in front of Gu Wen.

Strands of white sword energy like fireworks emerged from the scabbard of the Immortal Sword and intertwined with the plain iron sword. The Immortal Sword has already recognized Gu Wen.

"A swordsman who is no more than thirty years old."

There was murderous intent in Jianmu's eyes, and the shadows of the four demon ancestors swayed like flames.

In an instant, there was wind, rain, thunder and lightning, the sky was dark and the earth was gloomy, and endless magical powers and magic fell like heavy rain.

Gu Wen's face flickered in light and darkness as he was illuminated by the infinite aurora of Taoism, and a soft, pleasant, reassuring voice came to his ears.

"My disciple, today I will teach you the first lesson, what is the method of being a human immortal."

Her three thousand strands of beautiful hair fluttered in the wind, like a waterfall pouring down from a mountain stream on a quiet moonlit night, isolating her from all disasters.

“He who stands upright is a man, and he who carries the mountains and rivers is an immortal.”

He raised his right hand and used all his magical powers, and with his left hand he gently covered the millions of mortals in the entire Bianjing City who were already half-dead.

"Even though my life is coming to an end, I can still hold up the sky with one hand and protect the world with the other."

The flames in the city were extinguished silently, and the fire dragon, which served as the cauldron for the dragon ball, flew out uncontrollably and then exploded out of thin air.

Millions of souls and spirits floating in the void were taken back into the bodies, the charred marks on the bodies of millions of people faded away, some woke up, some fell into coma, and more were half-dead.

There is no possibility of reviving the soul once it is completely refined. Qingcang only saved hundreds of thousands of people, but they are all those who can be saved at present.

The evil clouds in the sky are ready to wreak havoc. Their attack is as fierce as fire and full of murderous intent. They want to recreate the disaster that happened three thousand years ago.

The giant hand that covered the sky and the sun pushed away all the magical powers and spells, grabbed the evil cloud, stirred up the wind and clouds for hundreds of miles, and cleared the sky and the earth.

"Little fairies of the demon race, you are weaker than before."

The flat voice made everyone silent. The Twelve Demon Ancestors felt chest tightness and shortness of breath. Jianmu stroked the jade bracelet on his hand.

The divine thoughts from all sides merged into one.

Fortunately, she is dying.

There has never been a shortage of geniuses throughout history, and evildoers are also common, but Qing Cang is the only one.

It took her 700 years to become an immortal, and 3,000 years to become a semi-saint. Even though she is dying, she is still invincible. If she is given more time, perhaps her words "the world will belong to the human race" will come true.

Because she can become a saint, if there is no human concern, it will be almost easy for her to achieve it.

However, Qing Cang directed his gaze towards the ordinary-looking man below. A smile could be heard before his red lips opened. His eyebrows supported the nine layers of heaven, and his eyes contained the way of heaven and earth.

"Disciple, all you have to do is surpass your master."

Gu Wen stepped forward wordlessly and drew out the iron sword. The moment the tip of the sword left the ground, the heaven and earth changed suddenly, and an illusory and boundless sword was reflected in the sky.

hum!
The source of the sword arts of heaven and earth converged on Gu Wen at this moment, and all the sword practitioners in the nine heavens and eight wastelands raised their heads to the sky.

The path to perfection of eighty-eight, those who hold the immortal sword can become sword immortals.

He held the sword in his right hand, brushed the blade with his left hand, and his eyes finally fell on the word "Xian" on the sword guard.

Having used up all his madness and talents, he uttered these words in a calm voice:

"I will, master."

At this moment, there are enemies everywhere in the world, and yet there are no enemies everywhere.
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There was a raging fire in the city of Bianjing.

Gu Wen looked at the old Taoist priest on the fire dragon. Chi Yuzi walked aside and held his hand. The dazzling golden light slowly enveloped the two of them.

Emperor Daojun sighed and said, "We shouldn't be enemies, but should unite to deal with the demon race and unite everyone."

Gu Wen asked back: "Do you think the people should unite?"

"The people of the world can unite."

"Can the people of this city, the sailors, the men, the peddlers, the women, these people unite?"

"They can only be counted as one of the people."

"So your so-called unity is nothing more than a cover for satisfying your own ambitions."

The nine-zhang golden man was completed, and he ascended to heaven in one step. The magic sword in his hand could be big or small, and one sword was six zhang long.

He looked down at the burning Bianjing City like a dream. Six years ago, he was a beggar licking ice and snow to beg for alms. A year ago, he was a businessman climbing the stairs to get close to the rich and powerful. Now he pointed his sword at the emperor, and the cold light blew the flames away.

"If you really have good intentions, why don't you take out the elixir of immortality in your body now, and then I will believe you."

"How can I recover after taking the elixir?"

Emperor Daojun held the dragon head, knowing that there was no room for relaxation, and locked his aura on Gu Wen.

"Ah……"

Gu Wen laughed disdainfully.

He had long seen that Emperor Daojun was an out-and-out ambitious man. It was true that he swore to fight against the demons with his heart of Taoism, but the premise was to ensure his own interests.

For the sake of profit, they would not hesitate to slaughter millions of people. In the final analysis, it is still the same old saying, people with different ideals cannot work together.

"I originally thought that a layman like me could not take on the heavy responsibility of Immortal Qingcang, but I didn't expect that I was already a good person among the monks."

Gu Wen felt quite ironic.

He took a step into the air, as if borrowing strength from the void. The incomparable force squeezed the air backwards, causing the tiles below to fly down.

The golden light, wrapped in the sword light, rushed forward at a high speed. Emperor Daojun felt murderous intent in his heart. He slapped the dragon's head with one palm. The fire dragon opened its mouth, and the alchemy furnace that looked like a dragon ball spewed out true fire that was enough to melt a mountain.

A sword was raised and struck the true fire, making a clanging sound like the collision of fine iron.

Although the magic sword went straight in, it failed to extinguish the flames in the first place.

Gu Wen's face showed a strange expression, his thoughts raced, and he vaguely sensed one of the characteristics of an immortal.

It was actually able to turn the flame into substance, rather than simply using an explosion-like attack to fight injury. At the same time, the Immortal Sword was not as strong as he had imagined, or in other words, the more mana he injected into it, the more powerful it would be, and the higher his understanding of the swordsmanship.

The dragon's tail swept over, and he raised his sword to block it. His body was blown away for several miles, and the true fire began to burn the golden light spell.

With a loud bang, it crashed into the palace, and the dazzling sword light changed from a sheet to a beam of light, piercing through the real fire in an instant. Emperor Daojun slightly turned his head away, and the sword light flew through his hair.

There was a glimmer of surprise in his eyes.

In just a few short moves, Gu Wen seemed to have a new understanding of swordsmanship and was no longer bound by form.

Before he could find out the reason, the nine-zhang golden man soared into the sky again, with streams of sword lights circling around his body, and then flew towards the Daojun Emperor.

The two men fought in the palace and in the sky, exchanging hundreds of blows in a flash.

The bell tower collapsed and the palace collapsed.

[Spending two hundred years of his life's work to deduce the three swords of Buddhism, Taoism and Demonism in the battle of dharma, and finally achieving the sixth level of the true sword art]

[Spending three hundred years of heavenly marrow, the seventh level of swordsmanship]

[Spending four hundred years of heavenly marrow, the eighth level of swordsmanship]

With his celestial marrow exhausted, Gu Wen was very close to the ninth level, but he still couldn't step out.

After a long time, in a full-force collision between the two sides, the two flew backwards respectively, and then tacitly took a short breath.

There was a huge burn mark on Gu Wen's face, extending from the bridge of his nose to the right side of his face, then into his neck, and finally completely burning his right arm black and red.

The same was true for Akabane, who had multiple burns on her body, some of which had burned through the bones. Since she was the maintainer of the Golden Light Curse, her injuries were more serious than Gu Wen's.

Emperor Daojun's hair was flying wildly, his left index finger was cut off, and there was a sword scar on his chest.

After three breaths, the fighting resumed.

The swords and flames are different, but they all lead to the same goal. There are endless ways to fight, but in the end it is just to take life.

Gu Wen blocked on the left and attacked on the right, with real fire coming out from the front and kicking the alchemy furnace from the back. The fire dragon dispersed and turned into thousands of troops, with flags waving and drums beating on the formation, and the gods and generals lined up in a formation.

The dragon vein's aura influenced the little remaining luck of Daqian, and blessed Emperor Daojun, who controlled the situation with his every move.

The arm was like a stone cart, pushing forward and hundreds of thousands of swords, spears, and halberds rushed forward.

Gu Wen was not afraid at all. He opened a river with one sword, split the ground with two swords, and destroyed more than a hundred houses in the imperial palace.

The two were in a stalemate, neither of them could do anything to the other, but in a fight that lasted hundreds of rounds, the stalemate would not last too long.

Fighting is extremely exhausting. Once a person becomes tired, it is easy to show flaws. If the mana output is reduced, the strength will be reduced. If the injuries are not treated, they will get worse.

If either party makes a mistake, they may die.

Finally, Emperor Daojun made a mistake, and the magic sword broke through the body's protective magic power and all life-saving devices, and pierced deeply into his flesh and blood.

puff!
Blood flowed three feet long, as if it had hit something hard.

Then a flash of red light flew out from the wound, piercing through the golden light spell, shattering Akabane's right eye, and turning his flesh and blood into a mess.

At the same time, the blood flowing from Emperor Daojun was extremely viscous, and it crawled along the Immortal Sword and wanted to touch Gu Wen. The body of the Immortal Sword trembled slightly, and the strange blood was vibrated away.

A drop of blood fell to the ground and instantly absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy, and also absorbed part of the magic power of Gu Wen and Emperor Daojun.

The blood turns into a human form, and quickly grows bones and flesh.

Not sure if it was the Emperor Daojun’s trick, but Gu Wen immediately drew out his magic sword and slashed at it, killing it.

At this moment, Emperor Daojun took a breath and retreated. Just as he took half a step back, his chest suddenly exploded. A large amount of blood gushed out and drowned him. At this moment, one soul and three spirits of his three souls and seven spirits were evaporated.

“Ahhhhh!! How could this happen? How are you still conscious?!”

Emperor Daojun was furious, thinking that fortune was changing and fate was unpredictable.

Since I have been turning around for so long and have gone through so many twists and turns, I can't let myself become a complete loser.

He ignored Gu Wen standing in front of him, sitting cross-legged on the ground, changing the spells in his hands constantly, and muttering the mantra endlessly. He used up his last bit of strength to wrap the immortality pill in his body.

The strange changes in his chest stopped, and Gu Wen's sword swung without stopping. He actually saw what Emperor Daojun was doing, and the immortal sword also gave him a reminder.

There is something very wrong with that elixir of immortality. Anything that comes from the Spirit Ancestor is an ominous thing.

So Gu Wen stopped for a moment to breathe, and then without hesitation, he chopped at Emperor Daojun's neck with all his strength!
No matter what his determination and ambitions are, even if Emperor Daojun is a true saint, Gu Wen will kill him.

He always puts private interests first between public and private matters.

At this moment, time slowed down and he sighed leisurely.

"It's the time, it's fate. At least I have seen transcendence, that's enough."

The head flew up, and the three souls and seven spirits began to slowly but unstoppably dissipate. An immortal who had just become an immortal died.

(End of this chapter)