Longzang

Chapter 1129 Using Dragons as Sacrifices
The phantom phoenix did not move, but let out a long cry. Wherever the cry resounded, all the phantom beasts transformed into various kinds of phoenixes, and then flew into the bustling world in flocks!
There were many varieties of ancient phoenixes, among which the Azure Phoenix was no less prestigious than the Kunpeng or the Phoenix. The Illusionary Phoenix could not restrain the Azure Phoenix, so there were no Azure Phoenixes among the phoenixes. However, many other phoenixes had bloodlines quite close to the Azure Phoenix.

As the flock of phoenixes flew into the bustling world, they were met head-on by ripples emanating from the Yellow Springs Grotto. However, the phoenixes had a high resistance to attacks imbued with the aura of the Yellow Springs Underworld; a single ripple could only remove one or two tenths of their health.

The ancient phoenixes were incredibly fast and formidable in melee combat, even gaining the upper hand in battles against the spirit beasts of the spirit realms. In an instant, the two spirit realms were completely suppressed, and a large number of phoenixes swooped down upon them, beginning to peck at them. With each strike, a large section of the spirit realm vanished.

Wei Yuan stood in the air, his fingertips twitching involuntarily. In the distance, the phoenix suddenly spread its wings, its feathers standing on end, as if startled.

It stared at Wei Yuan, and seeing that Wei Yuan did not move, it turned from fear to rage. With a cry that resounded through the heavens and the earth, all the magical beasts within a hundred miles transformed into phoenixes and rushed towards Wei Yuan in a swarm!

The time that the spirit can hold out is halved again.

Wei Yuan's pupils contracted slightly, but he remained motionless.

The once bustling skies of all realms darkened, filled entirely by countless phoenixes. The phoenixes transformed into two torrents, one rushing towards the Spirit Palace, the other towards the Yellow Springs Grotto.

Gara still wore the same face that resembled Xiaoyu's, holding a blazing fire sword, standing at the gate of the Underworld Palace, calmly facing the flood of phoenixes.

A large flock of phoenixes suddenly swooped down, enveloping Jialuo and instantly turning her into a large ball.

The next moment, countless red lights suddenly shot out from the bird ball, and the fire streams were like knives, constantly swirling and cutting!
The surging bird ball paused for a moment, then suddenly fell apart, revealing Gara in the center. She was covered in wounds, with shredded bird corpses at her feet, and could barely stand.

The Luan bird's bloodline originates from an ancient sacred beast, giving it a natural advantage against extraterrestrial demons. Gara's demonic body suffered greatly from this.

Faced with the endless swarm of phoenixes, Jialuo gritted her teeth, licked the blood from her lips, and continued to face the countless enemies with her sword. The phoenixes swarmed again, pinning Jialuo down once more.

This time, no sword light emanated from the bird sphere for a long time, but the Yellow Springs Cave Heaven continued to ripple, eroding the flesh and life of the Luan bird.

In the moment of crisis, a ray of light suddenly rose from the continent and flew directly into the ancient full moon. A girl dressed in white and gold with red patterns landed on the surface of the full moon and looked around.

The surface of the full moon was a desolate world, devoid of anything except some giant rocks. The girl appeared extremely anxious. She gritted her teeth, unleashed a sword aura that blasted a large hole in the ground, jumped in, and then summoned a large rock to cover the entrance.

In the next instant, countless bright red petals shot out from the ancient full moon, transforming into crimson-gold sword energy mid-air. This powerful force surged into the flock of phoenixes, causing a massive rain of phoenixes to fall in an instant. The phoenixes that had been like dark clouds in the sky had become sparse and scattered.

The Taiyin Spiritual Palace has been completed.

The Luan bird is quite troublesome, but sharp sword energy is its nemesis. The crimson gold Taiyin sword energy of the laurel tree is sharp, swift, and agile, making it a perfect counter to the Luan bird.

Thus, amidst the bustling world, the three spiritual palaces stood separately, each with its own strengths, covering each other and having virtually no weaknesses.

The Heavenly Eye's pupils slowly dilated, its aura becoming even more profound and mysterious. Meanwhile, in the far distance beyond the heavens, several more pairs of eyes slowly opened. The time had come to reveal their trump cards!
From an indescribable place beyond the heavens, a sword light traversed millennia, shooting forth and piercing the Eye of Heaven. The Eye of Heaven almost completely closed in an instant, seemingly in extreme pain, far exceeding that of Lü Changhe's attack.

When the Heavenly Eye reopened, it shed a single tear!
The tears, imbued with the weathered aura of time, pierced through the clouds and transformed into a blue dragon. The dragon's gaze was cold and majestic, its scales mottled and covered in wounds, many of which had weathered away, indicating the passage of countless years.

With a roar, the azure dragon echoed for miles, then with a flick of its tail, it entered the bustling world of countless realms.

Crimson-gold sword energy shot out like a waterfall from the ancient full moon, striking the azure dragon but only adding countless tiny scratches to its body. This azure dragon, formed from the fusion of sword energy imbued with the passage of time and the Heavenly Dao of this world, had already surpassed the current laurel tree in terms of sword dao rank.

Just then, another gaze fell upon him, and Wei Yuan seemed to hear a Buddhist chant. The Buddhist intent was extremely weak, yet it resounded throughout heaven and earth, echoing through the ages.

Inside the Pure Land Temple, the light suddenly flickered. Even though there was no wind, the ever-burning lamp in front of the Buddha swayed wildly as if in a storm, threatening to be blown out at any moment.

Lian Deng's face turned ashen. She wanted to rush over, but her body felt like lead, and she couldn't take a single step. She didn't have the courage to get close.

Just as the green lamp was about to go out, the sound of chanting suddenly arose. The young monk Honglian sat on a futon, chanting sutras in tranquility. His voice was not loud, but as long as the chanting continued, the green lamp would not go out. But suddenly the small temple seemed to become transparent, and Honglian and the lotus lamp appeared to stand in the empty void. From the high and dark sky, a great being pointed down.

This instruction pointed to the cause and effect of fate, and it would stop if Honglian ceased chanting. But Ning Ding's peaceful chanting never stopped.

And so, to the horrified look of the lotus lantern, that finger pierced through the air and struck the little monk on the head!
Like countless years, time passes by leisurely.

The young monk matured, grew old, and then passed away peacefully. His flesh and blood withered and decayed, eventually turning into a skeleton, which sat cross-legged on the futon, still exuding a sense of tranquility.

The sound of chanting still echoes in the small temple, its lingering resonance unending.

Lotus Lantern, tears streaming down her face, suddenly gritted her teeth and rushed towards the green lamp before the Buddha. But after only two steps, she stopped in astonishment.

On the once empty lotus throne, a vague figure appeared. He leaned slightly forward, gazing at the blue lamp before the Buddha. Through the flickering light, he saw a pair of eyes hidden deep within time and space. They were strange bluish-purple eyes, adorned with countless fine golden lines.

The figure on the lotus throne said, "Every time you make a move, you sink a little deeper into the endless abyss."

"In the struggle for the Great Dao, no matter how many times you reincarnate, I will find you and kill you. This life will be no different."

"This life... might be different."

The figure on the lotus platform became slightly clearer, and there was a striking resemblance between his brows and Wei Yuan's. He extended a finger and lightly touched it, his fingertip carrying the fortune of tens of millions of people, which he flicked into the lamplight.

A muffled groan mixed with anger echoed from beyond the ages, a drop of blood seeped from the corner of those eyes, and a faint glimmer of gold appeared in their pupils.

The light from the lamp in front of the Buddha stabilized, and there were no more impurities in the lamplight.

The small temple returned to its previous tranquility, and the lotus throne was empty again; the figure had vanished.

Lian Deng finally came to his senses, rubbed his eyes, and almost thought he had just had a dream. He let out a long breath, turned his head, and suddenly froze on the spot.

In a corner of the small temple, a skeleton sits cross-legged. Although it has been millions of years, it still exudes peace and joy, possessing all that is needed.

Beyond the Pure Land, the Azure Dragon slowly opened its mouth, and countless points of light emerged from the void, gathering deep within its mouth. Then, it spewed out a beam of gray light, which struck the central spiritual palace!
As the gray light appeared, the entire world was filled with a sense of desolation and annihilation, and the spiritual palace trembled violently, rippling outwards in circles of gray light. Wherever the gray light passed, everything was covered in dust.

The entire spirit palace was quickly shrouded in a thick layer of gray, as if it had fallen into a lifeless world and was rapidly sliding towards the end of the world.

The gray light spewed by the azure dragon seemed endless, and within the gray light was supreme sword intent, practically a beam of immortal sword. The central spiritual palace before them was about to collapse.

At this moment, the third level of the Spirit Mansion suddenly came to life, and the entire Spirit Mansion rose steadily, reaching over eight hundred feet in the blink of an eye!
The heavens and earth resounded with dragon roars once more, and two true dragons, one black and one white, burst forth from the chaos, each spewing forth yin and yang dragon energy, which slammed into the gray light of the azure dragon. The gray light of the azure dragon was greatly weakened by the impact of the yin and yang dragon energy.

At that moment, Xihe's voice rang out from the sky: "Three thousand years have passed, and I have finally waited for you!"

A bright, spring-like sword light appeared, stretching across the sky. After three thousand years of sedimentation, the sword light had long lost its initial resentment, killing intent, unwillingness, and gloom; all that remained was bright sunshine and simple joy.

The Azure Dragon was greatly alarmed, and countless sword energies erupted from its thousand-foot-long body to resist this unprecedented sword strike.

But the sword light cleaved through the raging tide of sword energy, sliced ​​through the dragon's scales and skin, circled its neck once, and the dragon's head fell off.

With dragons as sacrifices, the fourth grotto-heaven spiritual palace was initially formed.

(End of this chapter)