From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 266: Half-month Battle
Deep in the Pacific Ocean, above the sea, in a swirling mass of thick clouds, the sound of clanging iron and strange roars caused the sea waves to surge.

In the images taken by the satellite, a faint blue light and a huge blurry black shadow can be seen constantly colliding and intersecting.

Regarding this battle, politicians from various countries have been waiting in agony for nearly half a month.

From time to time, helicopters and drones tried to approach that sea area, but in the end they all returned empty-handed and damaged a lot of equipment.

In the scene that was being experienced in the clouds, each country formed an expert group to work hard to deduce the situation, the various possibilities of winning or losing were listed in reports, and the contingency plans for dealing with the subsequent international situation were piled up like a mountain on the desks of the heads of state of each country.

In the Vatican, as the battlefield shifted, the entire European continent barely regained its peace. Delegations and dignitaries from various countries still stayed in the Vatican, but the shelved meetings were delayed in continuing.

Everyone knew that the outcome of this meeting was no longer something that these national leaders could influence.

Some monks from various countries returned to their home countries, but a large number of them chased the overwhelming dark clouds and watched the scene in the deep ocean from the coastline.

This is the strongest battle between the strongest people in the world. There is no reason not to make them excited and yearning for it.

The mere aftermath of the battle was enough to make them tremble.

No one expected that the two would fight to this extent. After a full half month, the battle still did not stop.

Li Shiyang didn't know how long he had been fighting.

In the cloud, Li Yang's eyes were bloodshot at this time. The power of the Moon Essence Wheel had decreased a lot compared to that day. Fortunately, the situation of Shimoki Ling on the opposite side was similar to his.

This was the first time since he entered the Dao that he had experienced such a long and evenly matched battle.

Mu Ting's Dharma body consumes a lot of energy. Even with Li Yang's current strength, he can only last for ten minutes at most. After ten minutes, the state of the Dharma body will be lifted, and it will take about half an hour to use it again.

Fortunately, the Yaki Dharmakaya of Shimaki Ryo on the opposite side also had the same limitation. In the end, the two of them used all their means and were almost exhausted, relying only on willpower to hold on.

Li Yang's right arm was pierced by the sword of Ama-no-Kurokumo, with blood dripping out. He barely managed to stop the injury with the help of a drop of earth milk. The soul of the Yamata-no-Orochi, Shimaki Ryo, on the opposite side was also decapitated by Li Yang's heavenly thunder, and a fishy and ethereal substance was flowing out.

At this moment, the two of them were in an extremely delicate balance. The Yamata-no-Orochi was the god of disaster in the ocean, and was even more ferocious above the sea. Li Yang, on the other hand, was practicing both Yin and Yang Qi methods. Wherever the moonlight and sunlight shone, the spiritual energy was almost endless.

This also created a strange situation. During the time periods when the sun and the moon were in the same day, such as early morning and dusk, Li Yang would have the upper hand. However, in pure daytime and darkness, Shimamura Ling's tremendous demonic power would suppress Li Yang.

The sun and the moon were in the same sky again, and it was unclear whether it was morning or dusk. With the help of the pure essence of the sun and the moon between heaven and earth, Li Yang roared and activated the Mu Ting Dharma body again.

This time, thunder struck from the sky, the Moon Spirit Wheel slashed down, and the first three of the Six Techniques of Yinshan were continuously performed, causing the sword of Ame no Murakami to fly backwards. Shimamaki Ryo coughed up blood and kept flipping backwards in the air. His whole body was charred, and the wound on his soul where his head was cut off kept bleeding.

"scold!"

"The Thunder Master, the key to the killing energy of the weather, why don't you surrender quickly!"

Li Yang roared, his eyes were bloodshot and his white hair was flying. He imagined himself as Lord Si Lei, standing in the clouds and emitting infinite light, trying his best to kill him.

However, Shima Mu Ling was really hard to kill. Even though he was seriously injured, wrapped in an endless sea of ​​thunder and constantly hurt, Shima Mu Ling was still struggling, roaring and fighting to the death.

"I am the ancient evil god, awakened in this world, and possessed the luck of all nations. You cannot kill me! And I will sublimate to the utmost, and after I kill you, I will swallow up your nation's luck as well!"

Shimamu Ling roared, his body turned black, and in a moment he unfolded his Eight-Headed Dharma Body. Like an angry beast, he rushed towards Li Yang with a fierce murderous intent!
At this moment, both of them were crazy, their eyes had already turned red and were filled with murderous intent.

They are all looking for a breakthrough point.
As their auras surged in the fierce battle, they all realized that whoever could glimpse the mystery of the next realm first would be able to end the battle completely!
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Nantian Temple, also known as Shifo Temple, is located at the foot of Daifeng Mountain in Dongshi Town, Fujian Province, less than two kilometers away from Wang Xianghong's home. The two ran wildly in the wind and rain, and had already seen the outline of the bleak sky setting in the distance.

It was raining heavily, and it was the end of January. The cold and icy rain soaked all his clothes in an instant, and Wang Xianghong shivered with cold.

After being drenched by the heavy rain, Wang Xianghong's excited heart immediately calmed down. He cursed himself in his heart that he was an idiot. If he continued to get wet like this, he would definitely catch a cold when he returned home.

It was getting closer and closer. To the north of Mount Daifeng were trees torn to pieces by the storm, and to the south were a cluster of temple buildings with red walls and yellow tiles. Due to the rain, even though the sky was dim, the colors of the green trees and the red walls and yellow tiles were bright and clear.

Nantian Temple is just a small temple on the seaside. Almost no one has heard of it outside the town. Except for the old ladies who believe in Buddhism, it is mostly a place for nearby residents to escape the summer heat.

The two young men, soaked like drowned rats, trotted all the way to the gate of Nantian Temple.

At the entrance stands a stone tablet with an inscription covered with moss.

Although the sky was gloomy, it was still possible to see things. Wang Xianghong saw the table standing in front of the stone tablet, as if observing the inscription.

Although Wang Xianghong didn't know how many times he had been to the temple, he had never read the contents of the inscription carefully. Seeing that his cousin was reading it seriously, he also came over.

This is the inscription of the Reconstruction of Nantian Zen Temple in the 38th year of Emperor Kangxi’s reign in the Qing Dynasty: “In the Bingzi year of the Jiading reign of the Song Dynasty, a monk from an abbey passed by here and saw three bright lights on the cliff at night. They were the spirits of all the mountains. He then raised funds to carve the three statues of Amitabha, Guanyin and Shizhi, and built a temple, and named it after the stone Buddha…”

Seeing that his cousin was frowning in thought, but his clothes were wet from the rain and he was very cold, Wang Xianghong couldn't help but interrupt him and said, "Brother, why don't we go back? I guess grandpa and grandma have woken up by now..."

The boy did not answer, but looked at Wang Xianghong steadily: "There must be a small path leading into this Nantian Temple. Take me in."

"Ah, we really need to go in..."

Wang Xianghong had a bitter face. At this time, the gate of Nantian Temple was closed and sealed, and a notice had been posted: Due to the influence of windy weather, in order to ensure the safety of believers, the temple is closed and tourists are not allowed to enter.

"Brother, can you tell me what we are going to do in there?"

"Find someone."

"Who are you looking for? In this weather, there are probably just a few monks inside. I'm familiar with those old monks."

Seeing that his cousin didn't answer, and that it had come to this point and his body had begun to shiver from the cold, Wang Xianghong gritted his teeth and walked in one direction.

Nan Tian Temple does have another way to enter the temple. Nan Tian Temple is being expanded and renovated, and a bell and drum tower is being built, so a section of the wall was temporarily demolished to facilitate the entry and exit of material trucks.

Wang Xianghong and his cousin walked around for a long time and finally found this hidden place. At this time, due to the typhoon, the construction of the bell and drum tower was temporarily shelved. When they entered the inside of the wall, they were greeted by various materials and wood covered with plastic.

At this time, the two of them were just across the front hall of the mountain gate, and what they saw was a long and quiet corridor. Going up along the corridor, they could see cliff-wall Buddhist niches. The stone Buddha in the niche was six meters tall, sitting cross-legged on a lotus platform.

The wind and rain at this time were not as strong as when they came, but the dense raindrops still shrouded the entire Nantian Temple in a mist.

Nan Tian Temple is not big. Wang Xianghong and his cousin explored the place all the way here. They looked at all the buildings along the way, but they didn't see even a single monk.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, they must be here!" In the Nantian Temple, only the sound of wind and rain remained.
Empty, as empty as the rain.

They looked at the Main Hall, the monks' quarters, the Patriarch's Hall, and the Putong Pagoda one by one. It seemed that they were the only two people in the huge temple. The boy was a little emotionally broken and muttered to himself in front of the Putong Pagoda.

"This is a Buddhist temple. Gao Miao is a powerful figure in Buddhism, but why is she the one who came? There must be a connection, there must be a connection!"

Seeing that his cousin had gone a little crazy, Wang Xianghong became worried, and his initial excitement was mostly extinguished.

He had no idea what the other world his cousin was talking about was.

Is it the rain? Or is it the female Taoist priest who appeared briefly in Chen Li's video? Or is it my cousin's own hysteria?
Looking at the rainy scene around him, Wang Xianghong felt a little emotional. Reality is reality after all.

As his excitement gradually subsided, Wang Xianghong began to reason with himself.

You are not a primary school student anymore, why are you still having those immature and limitless dreams?
Shaking his head helplessly, Wang Xianghong stood up and tried to help his cousin up, but his cousin suddenly ran into the rain.

"Cousin, where are you going?"

"I'm going to the Daifeng Mountain behind. They must be there, definitely!"

In a moment, his cousin's figure was submerged in the rain. Wang Xianghong groaned in pain and had no choice but to follow him.

Although Daifeng Mountain is called a mountain, as we can see from its popularity, it is actually just a small slope.

When Wang Xianghong was in sixth grade, he could climb from the foot of the mountain to the top and back in an hour.

Not long after the two men left, fog suddenly filled the main hall amidst the violent storm.

After the fog dissipated, a dozen busy figures suddenly appeared in the hall that was empty just now.

An old Taoist wearing a hibiscus crown sighed with a complicated expression and put the array talisman, jade pendant and other things back into his Taoist robe.

"Master Chi, who is he? Why do I feel like you guys don't want to see him?"

Ke He, who was supposed to be practicing in Yaji Mountain in the capital, appeared in the palace and asked a white-robed woman,

"Just an old friend, and he has some connection with your brother."

Chi Yanhong's face was cold and he shook his head: "It's not that I don't want to see him. He is already infatuated at this moment and has obsessions in his heart. If he disturbs us, it may interfere with our plan."

"Okay." Ke He tilted his head, but his eyes were still looking in the direction the two people left.

The same is true for a graceful girl with Jiangnan temperament behind Chi Yanhong.

Zhu Ling looked in that direction, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

But right now, the master's condition is the most important, so Zhu Ling's eyes moved back into the palace.

The palace was a gathering place for the entire cultivation world. The Taoist Alliance’s several innate masters, Chen Xiyan, Zheng Zhaoyuan, and Wu Peng, each held an instrument in their hands and continued to calculate.

Ke He watched the big guys' deductions with great concern, and approached Chi Yanhong and asked in a low voice: "Master Chi, I wonder what my brother's current situation is?"

"I'm not sure, but according to the current information, they are at least evenly matched. The U.S. Navy salvaged a huge charred snake head from the Atlantic Ocean. I think it was your brother's masterpiece."

Even though he had asked the question countless times, Ke He still couldn't hide the shock in his eyes.

She couldn't believe that there was someone in this world who could compete with Li Yangping and fight him to a draw.

However, seeing the busy leaders of the Taoist Alliance, some hope still arose in my heart.

There are still many countries in the world that want to intervene in this ultimate battle that will change the world situation.

And objectively speaking, we do have this ability.

Ke He's mind was filled with thoughts as he recalled the various variables that the innates had worked together to deduce over the past few days that could change the outcome of the battle.

One of them is Qi Qiansu, who is still in seclusion. In recent days, all kinds of strange fragrances and wonderful phenomena have appeared in the place where he is in seclusion. As long as he comes out, he will definitely be a Taoist fighter, enough to change the situation of the battle.

However, it is still unknown when Qi Qiansu will be able to come out, so most people's hopes are placed on the second one.

The second one is Taoist Yubao and Ji Jian.

Saint Therese of the Vatican can take charge of the temple with A-level combat power to fight against S-level. Yubao can naturally also use his innate cultivation to control the Ji sword and challenge Zhongdao.

Although Yubao cannot leave the territory, the territorial sea is so vast. Everyone deduced that as long as the battlefield of Li Yang and Shimamu Ling enters the sea, Yubao can go there with the Ji sword in hand to change the situation.

So everyone gathered in this seaside town and hid, waiting for the arrival of Li Yang and Shimaki Ling.

At this time, the battlefield between the two was very close to the sea.

Chi Yanhong was not good at the art of deduction, and his slender white fingers only fiddled with the ancient lotus on the table.

Ever since Li Yang went to the Vatican, the ancient lotus suddenly began to grow extremely rapidly. It did not need sunlight or rain, and several tender green lotus leaves had already grown.

Looking at the ancient lotus in the vase, Chi Yanhong vaguely understood what the second blooming of the ancient lotus meant.

Someone's hateful face appeared in his mind, and Chi Yanhong suddenly looked worried.

She never worried that Li Yang would lose, but the information sent back by Xie Lao this time was really suffocating. The ancient evil god, coupled with the strongest body of Sam Country and the soul of the voodoo leader as nourishment, made her confidence always a little shaken.

Just as Chi Yanhong was fiddling with the leaves of the ancient lotus, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the hall.

"Where is Taoist Priest Yubao? Where did she go?"

"Huh? I just saw her?"

(End of this chapter)