Pure Yang!

Chapter 315 Goodbye Zhao Jiexuan! The North-South Dispute
The setting sun is blood-red and the sun sets in the west.

In front of the dilapidated and collapsed palace, the terrifying figure staggered back here. On the chest, the strange horn seemed to have melted into the flesh and blood, and the roots spread like veins.

His chest was like a mouth of lava about to erupt, glowing with faint flames, his body was filled with vapor, his hair was like dead wood, and the bones in his body were like rotten metal, making a creaking sound.

The five elements intertwine, causing chaos and mourning.

This great master of the Wuwei Sect will eventually come to the end of his life. Even though he has extraordinary magical powers and unparalleled mystical techniques... he will still die here, without any hope of immortality.

"Pure Yang..."

"How many people have sought immortality in ancient times, and how many of them have achieved Pure Yang?"

The gilded river rolls eastward, just like the time that flows by inadvertently.

Even if one becomes a master of the [Five Elements King], it is still difficult to attain pure Yang, and immortality is not achieved.

Being in the world is the greatest calamity. In this calamity, all living beings can only sink and cannot transcend.

"Pure Yang... Pure Yang..."

The horrifying figure was murmuring softly, his bones were melting, his hair was growing wildly... this body was ultimately uncontrollable.

Baihe Temple, Wuwei Sect, and all the Taoist sects in the world... At this moment, they were like drifting clouds in his eyes, and his ambitions to be king were nothing but a cloud of smoke.

clang... clang... clang...

At this moment, a clear bell sound came from afar, echoing in the quiet valley and fading into the bleak dusk.

The terrifying figure raised his head with difficulty, and in his scattered eyes, he saw an old man with white hair and beard, riding a green ox, holding a wooden sword in his arms, coming from the west, and approaching in the blink of an eye.

"The universe is vast, the five elements are in chaos... it's so rare..." The old man rode on the green ox, muttering softly.

"who are you?"

The hoarse voice became that of an undead human, like a gust of wind in the deep valley, chilling and menacing.

"My surname is Li, and I'm here to see you off." The old man whispered.

Rumble…

As soon as the words fell, the ancient palace collapsed suddenly. Huge rocks fell one after another, burying the master who once looked down upon the world.

hum...

Suddenly, the light and shadow in front of my eyes shattered, and there was a roar in my ears.

Zhang Fan suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was still in the dilapidated palace, but the red light in his eyes had disappeared.

"It's too dangerous. The heart is the place where the consciousness resides. When you set foot here, your thoughts are all over the place." Li Miaoyin showed a lingering fear and let out a long breath.

When thoughts are flying around and the soul is getting quieter, it is like a long night without dawn.

I'm afraid these three will stay here forever.

It is no exaggeration to say that the most dangerous place in this abandoned palace is probably the Palace of Consciousness.

When a Taoist master steps into it, his mind becomes agitated and out of control, and his thoughts become like those of an ordinary person, causing many emotions, consuming his mind, damaging his Qi and blood, and eventually he withers and dies.

"It's so dangerous, but he can still wake up..." Zhang Fan thought.

Everything he just saw might be the thoughts of the Lord of Xuan Palace that remained here, intertwined and transformed, and entered his soul.

It does seem dangerous, and he may very well stay in that thought forever.

When Zhang Fan was a child, he heard the uncles and aunts in the community talk about many weird and supernatural things.

It is always said that someone's child got lost in the wilderness, and after coming back, he became stupid and foolish, and some even became bedridden and became vegetables.

In fact, the wilderness, especially some abandoned temples and Taoist temples, used to receive incense. The incense contained people's purest thoughts. When gods and Buddhas received incense, they were receiving thoughts.

After the temples and Taoist temples were abandoned, these thoughts remained there and became uncontrollable. When the fire was weak, the soul was contaminated and fell into it, never to wake up again.

So the old saying goes, it is better to sleep in a desolate grave than live in a dilapidated temple.

"I think I woke up because of him."

At this moment, Zhang Wuming raised his hand and pointed.

Zhang Fan subconsciously looked over and saw a figure sitting cross-legged on the top of the collapsed and half-ruined altar. His clothes were stained with blood, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were closed, as if he was in a deep sleep.

When this face came into view, Zhang Fan's eyes trembled, and he could hardly control himself. This person was none other than...

"Zhao Jiexuan!?"

Zhang Fan took a step forward, rushed over, and arrived close to the altar.

"Do you know him?" Zhang Wuming walked up and couldn't help asking.

"I'm here to find him." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

It is true that there is no place to look for after wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

He came from far western Guangxi Province, went deep into the Shiwanda Mountains, and went through so much trouble but still failed to find Zhao Jiexuan. Who would have thought that he accidentally entered the ruins of this palace and found him instead.

"This person is not a simple one." Zhang Wuming looked him up and down, his eyes shining with wonder and he was amazed.

In the mysterious palace, one forgets life and death, and collects thoughts as medicine, forming a body like a corpse.

"This person actually uses the thoughts in this palace as medicine?" Zhang Wuming raised his eyebrows and revealed a strange look.

No wonder they were able to wake up. It turned out that their wandering thoughts were swallowed by this monster.

However, Taoist practitioners regard thoughts as inner demons.

The universe is vast and boundless. Throughout the ages, there is only one method in this world that can use thoughts as medicine, and it is known as the most evil method in the world.

"The Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons!" Li Miaoyin whispered in a concentrated voice.

"Something's wrong with him." Zhang Wuming said in a deep voice.

Zhang Fan remained silent and raised his hand to cover Zhao Jiexuan's forehead.

"He entered the night before daybreak."

The holy fetus of gods and demons is not omnipotent.

No matter how much a person eats, there will come a time when he or she will die of overeating, not to mention that Zhao Jiexuan was already seriously injured.

hum...

At this moment, Zhang Fan's arm trembled slightly, and a strange wave emanated from him.

"What are you doing?" Li Miaoyin became alert and grabbed Zhang Fan's wrist.

"I want to save him."

"No, what's your relationship with him? It's late at night and there's no way to save him. Don't get yourself involved." Zhang Wuming couldn't help but say.

"He is my evil god!" Zhang Fan pondered for a moment and did not hide it.

"Three corpses guarding life, the method of dividing the spirit!?" Li Miaoyin said in a lost voice.

"Brother, you are crazy..." Zhang Wuming's eyebrows twitched, and he looked at Zhang Fan with an expression of disbelief.

Not only is he refining the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons, but he is also refining the Three Corpses to illuminate his life. Such crazy behavior is tantamount to seeking death, or the kind of death that he thinks is not fast enough.

Zhang Fan remained silent, with a faint light flickering between his eyebrows, rising and never extinguishing, as if his soul was about to leave his body.

"Then you can't do that either."

Li Miaoyin held Zhang Fan's hand tightly and shook her head.

"You have not yet united with God. If you enter the realm of great night without light, you will sense each other and a great disaster will surely occur."

"Do you want to die here?"

Zhang Fan said nothing more after hearing this.

Li Miaoyin was right. When a god is united, there will be disasters. The dark night is indeed not the most suitable situation for a god.

"Let me do it."

At this moment, Li Miaoyin said something shocking.

"You!?" Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"It's dark, it's a dangerous place in Taoism, how can you make it?"

"You look down on me." Li Miaoyin said angrily.

"Don't forget, you owe me a favor."

After the words fell, without waiting for Zhang Fan to respond, Li Miaoyin slowly loosened her hand. A light flickered between her eyebrows, and a spirit soared into the sky and went directly into Zhao Jiexuan's spiritual platform.

"Li Miaoyin!"

Zhang Fan's expression suddenly changed and he called the other person's name.

"I promise you, I will bring him out to protect me!"

Li Miaoyin's voice seemed to come from a very far distance, rippling faintly and disappearing in a flash. Zhang Fan's eyes were fixed like a line, and his soul observed, and he saw that the inner scene was dark and chaotic, like a long night, with no light of day.

Li Miaoyin's soul entered it, but like a swimming fish, it never got lost.

"She can actually travel through the dark night?" Zhang Fan's brows trembled, revealing a look of surprise.

"Who is my sister-in-law?"

Zhang Wuming also looked shocked and couldn't help but move closer to Zhang Fan and ask in a low voice.

"It's still dark... She is not affected by it?" Zhang Fan murmured softly, with a puzzled look in his eyes.

He turned his eyes slightly and looked at Li Miaoyin's body. Without thinking too much, he carried her to the side and placed her safely.

"Guard this place." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

Whether it is Zhao Jiexuan or Li Miaoyin, he must protect them well.

"This place is so secretive, what could be difficult to guard?" Zhang Wuming looked around and wanted to explore this lost palace.

Zhang Fan shook his head when he heard this.

"All karmic conditions are calamities."

Now is the critical moment, he doesn't believe that everything will go smoothly, after all, there are powerful enemies surrounding these Ten Thousand Mountains.

Li Changgeng has been hunting down Zhao Jiexuan. Besides him, there is also a disciple from Beizhang.

That is a true existence that has been deified and given a title.

"Zhang Huntian!?" Zhang Wuming's eyes darkened slightly, and he said coldly: "Brother, you are so awesome, why do you need to be afraid of him?"

Practice the holy fetus of gods and demons, and comprehend the life-control of the three corpses.

Such a monster would be considered top-notch even among the Bei Zhang lineage.

"You stand here, even if you curse his ancestors for eight generations, do you think he dares to respond?" Zhang Wuming chuckled.

Rumble…

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang, and a big hole was blown open in the wall of the abandoned temple. The setting sun shone in, highlighting the scattered smoke and dust.

"My eight generations of ancestors are also his ancestors."

At this moment, an indifferent voice came from afar.

Zhang Wuming's face suddenly changed. He looked intently and saw a young man walking slowly out of the smoke and dust. He had a natural and calm temperament, but his brows were flamboyant.

"Zhang Huntian!"

"People with fake surnames have positioning devices installed in their bodies. Don't you know that?"

Zhang Huntian's cold eyes swept across lightly, revealing a hint of indifference, and he didn't take Zhang Wuming seriously at all.

Those who have not been deified and given a title are not even worthy of the surname Zhang. They are just people who use false names.

"Disciple of Bei Zhang!"

Zhang Fan looked at the person coming, took a step forward and stood in front of Zhang Wuming.

Just this slight action made Zhang Huntian feel insulted, and a hint of murderous intent rose between his brows.

"The remnants of Nan Zhang..."

"Your name is Zhang Fan, and you are the illegitimate offspring of Zhang Lingzong!?" Zhang Huntian said indifferently.

"I damn your mother!" Zhang Fan responded.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Huntian just sneered but was not angry.

"My uncle's name is Zhang Qianxuan. He and your father have known each other since they were young. They have fought for their entire lives, and both have experienced life and death."

"You are the son of Zhang Lingzong. I will capture you today on behalf of my uncle and bring you back to Beizhang."

"I think your father should come back to save you."

As he spoke, Zhang Huntian unzipped his jacket and took it off.

"The toad yawns and brags nonsense." Zhang Fan's eyes darkened: "Remember to tell your uncle in your dream later..."

"The man who killed you is called Zhang Fan!"

Rumble…

As soon as the words fell, two figures moved almost at the same time, and the afterimage was like a black line, colliding in the dilapidated temple.

There was a loud noise, and terrifying power spread out under the feet of the two people, completely collapsing the already broken ground.

The wind was so strong that the gravel it blew up was like knives and embedded itself into the wall.

Zhang Wuming raised his hand and stood in front of Zhao Jiexuan and Li Miaoyin.

"Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover!"

Suddenly, in the smoke and dust, true fire suddenly rose up, like a mad dragon, and nine fire dragons followed Zhang Fan's body to attack.

The terrifying force directly knocked Zhang Huntian out of the dilapidated palace.

This place was already dilapidated and obviously could not bear the force of two people. If it collapsed, Zhao Jiexuan and Li Miaoyin would be buried alive.

Rumble…

Nine fire dragons entangled and coiled, like a huge cover falling down, holding down the flying Zhang Huntian. The terrifying temperature and pressure were released inside, like a pressure cooker, destroying both his body and soul.

"Pure Yang Fire Technique!"

"Nan Zhang has become so weak that we can only borrow his Dharma lineage!"

Zhang Huntian stood still. Suddenly, he pointed out with one finger. A flash of light appeared at his fingertips, like thick ink dissolving, drawing a wonderful trajectory in the air.

"Three Mountains General Talisman, Dragon and Tiger Talisman!"

Zhang Fan's face was slightly solemn. There was no other talisman in the world that could be found outside of Longhu Mountain.

Since the Song and Yuan Dynasties, Longhu Mountain has been the leader of the Three Mountains and is the most orthodox sect of talismans in the world. Even the Shangqing of Maoshan has to obey its orders.

"All the fires under the heavens obey my command. Avoid this mysterious talisman and receive my orders!"

"Lingxu draws talismans!"

There was a flickering light between Zhang Huntian's fingers, and strange trajectories appeared and combined in the void, like real fire meeting a great demon, or like a raging flame trapping the kingdom of God. Faintly, talismans appeared, and the dragon and tiger spells were completed between his fingers.

"Dragon-Tiger Fire Avoidance Talisman!"

In the distance, Zhang Wuming looked at the talisman that was about to take shape outside the temple and said in a lost voice.

This talisman is specifically used to counter the true fire.

Rumble…

Sure enough, when the fire-avoiding talisman rose, nine mad dragons roared shockingly, as if they had encountered a great terror. The flames around them dimmed, their scales crumbled, their claws separated, and in an instant, they turned into smoke.

hum...

Almost at the same time, Zhang Fan arrived. He formed a sword seal with his hands, stepped on the Tiangang, and a bright light appeared between his eyebrows.

Within ten steps, a terrifying aura rose from his mind into the sky, like broad daylight or an endless night, with yin and yang coexisting and gods and demons clearly distinguished.

Under the influence of this terrifying aura, Zhang Huntian's body shook violently, and his eyes were in a brief state of daze.

"The Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons!"

stab...

Zhang Fan's palm was like a knife, wrapped in burning true fire, and it slashed across Zhang Huntian's chest.

However, in a flash, Zhang Huntian retreated instinctively like a ghost.

Under the pressure of Zhang Fan's soul, he was only lost for a moment before waking up.

Scarlet blood dripped from his chest, accompanied by blazing real fire.

"The wound is too shallow." Zhang Fan frowned.

"You can actually hurt me, you are worthy of being the remnant of Nan Zhang." Zhang Huntian touched the blood on his chest, licked it, and showed excitement.

"Unfortunately, your Divine and Demonic Fetus has not yet been fully trained."

As he spoke, Zhang Huntian shook his head and clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

"it's over!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a faint glow of fire rising behind him and a strange fragrance wafting around him, like the incense in temples and Taoist temples, mysterious and wonderful, indescribable.

"The statue of the Great Sage Hun Tian!"

(End of this chapter)