You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 483 The Great War
When the nine-tailed fox's third pupil lit up with ice-blue fox fire, the black-scaled Taimang was perched on the inverted Weak Water River. The nine rivers that crossed the sky projected the battlefield into an iron barrel, and in each water vein there were thousands of bronze coffins floating on the water. They were the soul-soothing magic tools that Taimang had collected over 80,000 years.

"clang--"

The golden claws of the Great Python tore open the void, and the three rivers and nine rivers instantly condensed into a black ice cage. The jade cloud under the feet of the nine-tailed fox suddenly turned into weak water, and countless pale arms stretched out from the water, with the netherworld cold air corroding the foundation of Taoism on their fingertips. The Big Dipper at the tip of the fox's tail exploded, and the stardust turned into seven army-breaking spears, poking spider-web-like cracks in the weak water cage.

The Great Python let out a roar that shook the sky, and the Luoshu patterns on the bone spurs on its back lit up one by one. The weak water pierced by the Star Spear began to flow in the opposite direction, and each drop of water turned into a prismatic ice blade, weaving a vortex of death around the Nine-Tailed Fox. The ice blade cut into the armor condensed by the moonlight, and what splashed was not sparks, but strange ripples of time and space - those shaved pieces of armor actually fell into the world with the moonlight from tens of thousands of years ago.

The nine pupils in the nine-tailed fox's silver eyes suddenly overlapped, and the moment the vertical lines on its forehead split, the speed of time in the entire battlefield slowed down. Its left phoenix feathers rose up with sky-burning flames, and its right bone wing shook off thousands of souls. The chaotic light column bursting out from the intersection of life and death forces evaporated the weak water vortex into a purple mist. The coral dragon horn of the great python suddenly pierced out of the mist, and the mysterious chain wrapped around the tip of the horn was actually forged from the compressed star core.

"boom!"

The moment the fox tail and the python horn collided, the spatial structure within a radius of 100 miles shattered like a glass cup. The Big Dipper that was wrapped by the first fox tail was completely annihilated, and the left horn of the Great Python also broke open with a bloody gap. The nine-tailed fox took advantage of the situation to bite the dragon's neck, but when the space cracks between its lips and teeth touched the reverse scale, they were shredded into pieces by the sudden outbreak of the Weak Water Sword Formation - the 36,000 water swords were all transformed from the old scales shed by the Great Python, and the sword edges still retained the residual power of the thunder when it passed the tribulation.

The Great Python took the opportunity to swing its tail and strike. Wherever the barbed tail swept past, a complete phantom of the Luoshu River Map appeared. The innate Bagua array pattern turned into a physical chain, nailing the three tails of the Nine-tailed Fox to the void. The imprisoned fox tails trembled wildly, and the Moonlight River and the Black Thunder tore each other apart, exploding brilliant light pollution in the Bagua array - those splashing light spots turned into emerald demon vines as soon as they landed, and the blood pupils on the vines kept replicating the killing moves of the two warring parties.

The nine-tailed fox suddenly stood up, and the remaining six tails formed a reincarnation millstone behind it. The moment the millstone turned, the fox tail pierced by the black chain broke off automatically, and what gushed out of the broken end was not blood, but the turbulent flow of time and space. Taimang was shocked to find that his scales were falling off - not the current black scales, but the old scales that were burned when he passed the calamity tens of thousands of years ago! The power of cause and effect traced back along the scales, and was about to turn him back to his original form as a python.

The Taimang's double-eyed Yin-Yang fish spun rapidly, and opened its mouth to spit out its natal dragon ball. A miniature sea eye was frozen inside the azure bead, and the absolute zero released dragged the battlefield into a time rift. In the three stolen breaths of time, the dragon claws tore off the two fox tails, and the sword array formed by the reverse scales plowed deep grooves on the back of the nine-tailed fox, so deep that you could see the bones. But when time flowed again, all the scars were transferred to the Mirror Lake three hundred miles away - the lake water evaporated instantly, and the reflection of the nine-tailed fox covered in blood lay at the bottom of the lake.

The final showdown broke out in silence. The nine-tailed fox spewed out fox fire from its nine orifices, and its inner elixir manifested into a miniature primitive universe; the scales of the black dragon stood upside down, and its life essence condensed into a blood-colored dragon ball. When the fox fire wrapped in the essence of the stars collided with the dragon ball containing the power of the eye of the sea, a white hole that swallowed everything lit up in the center of the battlefield.

The void first collapsed inwards into a singularity, and then exploded into thirty-six energy rings. Where the first ring swept through, the mountains turned into quicksand; when the second ring passed, the quicksand condensed into crystals; when the ninth ring spread, a strange creature that was half fox and half dragon grew out of the crystals. The remaining Dao rhyme of the battle carved eternal scars between heaven and earth: a certain cloud layer remained forever broken, a certain river continued to reflect the ancient battlefield, and the deep souls of all the creatures who witnessed this battle were branded with the mark of the entanglement of the nine pupils and the Yin-Yang fish.

A battle came to an end, and on the other side, in the deepest part of the primitive ancient forest, a majestic Chaos City stood in a different time and space, like a giant beast in ancient legends, solemn and mysterious. The city walls were tall, built with hard black stones, as if they could resist any foreign invasion. On the tower, the demon flag fluttered in the wind, with a ferocious demon beast with its bloody mouth opened wide, showing the extraordinaryness of this city.

The gates of the city were tightly closed, and various strange monsters were carved on the gates. They were lifelike and seemed ready to jump out of the fence at any time to fight against the invaders who dared to break in. The streets in the city were wide and clean, and the buildings on both sides were simple and magnificent. Each building was carved with delicate patterns, showing the exquisite craftsmanship of the monsters.

In this city, the demons wore colorful clothes. Their faces were different, some were fierce, some were handsome, but all of them exuded a powerful aura. The demons shuttled between the streets, talking or trading. Their voices were low and powerful, full of confidence and majesty.

In the center of the city was a huge square. In the center of the square was a fountain, with water droplets sparkling in the sun. The surrounding area was full of exotic flowers and plants, with a fragrant aroma. The square was surrounded by the gathering place of the demons. At this moment, a group of demons were sitting together, discussing the affairs of the city. Their expressions were serious and their eyes were firm. They were obviously important figures in the city.

Suddenly, the laughter of a group of children broke the silence. They chased and played through the streets, adding a lively atmosphere to this mysterious city. The children of the demon tribe were no different from humans, but their eyes revealed an unusual sharpness and alertness.

As night fell, the city was brightly lit, and the demons began their night life. Occasionally, a few melodious piano sounds floated out from the depths of a certain house, and with the night wind, they covered this mysterious city with a soft veil. In this wild land, the demon city was like a bright pearl, emitting their own light.

In this desolate land, the Chaos Beast reigns alone, and no one dares to approach it. Its fierce momentum and powerful strength make everything silent, and only its heavy breathing echoes between heaven and earth.

Coincidentally, the Lord of the Chaos Main City, the strongest ancestor of the Chaos bloodline, was alarmed.

In the vast sky and earth, a thick fog suddenly surged, as if an ominous breath was brewing. When the fog dissipated, the Chaos Ancestor revealed his terrifying figure. It had a huge body covered with dragon scales, and its muscles were like solidified rocks, highlighting its supreme power. The eyes of the giant beast were like two black holes in the abyss, bottomless and emitting a faint red light, as if it could see into the deepest part of people's hearts.

Its head resembles that of a crocodile and a wolf, with sharp fangs exposed. Drop after drop of venom drips from the tips of its fangs, corroding the earth. Whenever it roars, the sound is like thunder, shocking people and making all the creatures around it tremble. Its limbs are strong and powerful, and the earth seems to tremble with every step it takes, as if no one in the world can compete with it.

The fur of the monster is like tangled hemp, messy but extremely tough, with a strange luster flashing in between, as if it is the incarnation of countless night elves. There are wings on its back, although the wings are not full, they are sharp as a blade, enough to cut through metal and stone. When the wind blows, the wings spread slightly, exuding a heart-pounding murderous intent. The Chaos Ancestor's tail is several feet long, with barbs on the end. Every strike carries a sound of breaking through the air, with unparalleled power. As it walks, it leaves a bottomless trail behind it, which is a symbol of its power and proof of its existence.

As one of the three ceilings, his power is unquestionable, not inferior to Taimang at all! At this moment, he has also found an opportunity to come out of the world and wants to prove his way!
And on the other side, the third ceiling also woke up!

On the plain, the demon city stood grimly, with towering walls made of countless ominous black stones, and the gates were tightly closed, with twisted snake patterns carved on them. The city was surrounded by a bottomless moat, the river water exuded bursts of stench, and occasionally the faces of demons twisted on the water.

The streets in the city were narrow and winding, and the houses on both sides were low and dilapidated, with roofs covered with moss and vines. From time to time, demons shuttled through the streets, their eyes revealing indifference and cruelty. The air was filled with the smell of decay and death, and even the sun could not penetrate this dull atmosphere.

In the center of the city is a majestic castle, the residence of the Demon King, with its spire piercing the sky, seemingly about to collide with the dark clouds in the sky. The interior of the castle is even more eerie, with strange-shaped decorations hanging on both sides of the long corridor, each of which seems to have a tragic story.

The demons frolic in the city, their laughter sharp and piercing, like a blade cutting through the skin. Occasionally, imprisoned aliens are dragged into the depths, their wails echoing in the city before eventually falling silent.

Outside the demon city was a barren plain, with withered grass and trees, without a trace of life. The shadow of the demon covered the entire area, making even the wind feel oppressive and fearful. No creature dared to approach this land, only crows far away in the sky would occasionally fly overhead, making heavy cries.

The Demon King awakened in the endless darkness. His eyes were like the abyss, deep and dark, as if they could swallow all the light. His eyes were as sharp as a blade, penetrating the darkness and seeing through all the evil in the world. His eyebrows were like two sharp swords, slanting into his temples, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

His skin was pale, almost transparent, as if it contained the power of an ancient curse, and a faint black mist lingered around him, as if even the air was frozen by his presence. His robe fluttered silently in the wind, the black material looked particularly deep in the dark environment, and was embroidered with complex magic runes, each stroke revealing supreme power.

He stood on the broken throne, his hands slightly open, as if he was summoning something, or casting some forbidden spell. His posture seemed casual, but full of unparalleled dominance. Looking around, the demons who once surrendered to him bowed their heads, welcoming the emperor's awakening with awe.

The air was filled with the smell of sulfur and blood, which was the unique smell of the demonic realm, and the existence of the emperor was the absolute ruler of this endless dark realm. His voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to cause the gates of hell to tremble.

Invisibly, a sense of oppression shrouded the entire scene. The awakening of the Demon Emperor announced the prelude to endless chaos and destruction.

They traveled through time and space and collided with each other the first time. Taimang's death meant that the suppression of the first level was released, and the opportunity to break through to the second level after a long time appeared. The two who had already completed their cultivation were waiting for such an opportunity and fought without hesitation.

On the desolate battlefield, two peerless masters confronted each other, their eyes clashing like sharp swords, as if they were about to cut the air. The sky was gloomy, with dark clouds and occasional thunder, as if the heaven and earth were also trembling for the upcoming battle. Suddenly, a strong airflow surged from the feet of the masters, rolling up dust. The battlefield seemed to revive under this force, and the vines on the stone tablet swayed in the wind, telling of the vicissitudes of a thousand years.

The auras of the two warriors collided with each other, forming an invisible air wall that isolated everything around them. Time seemed to freeze, and the heartbeats of all the demons and devils watching the battle were synchronized with the upcoming battle, and their breathing became heavy and rapid.

Suddenly, a roar cut through the sky, containing endless power and majesty. The Lord of Chaos waved his claws, and each strike was accompanied by a violent storm, as if to penetrate the earth. The Demon King was like a ghost, floating around, and each move was accompanied by exquisite skills, and each move was deadly.

The strange phenomenon between heaven and earth became more and more obvious. Huge cracks appeared on the ground, and magma emerged from the cracks, dyeing the battlefield red. The dark clouds in the sky became denser, and lightning shuttled through the clouds like snakes, making a deafening roar. It was as if the scene in the ancient myth was reappearing, and it was hard to believe that this was really happening.

The figures of the two ceilings seemed extremely small in this world, but their power was so strong that it was enough to shake the universe. Every attack was accompanied by the sound of mountains collapsing and earth cracking, as if they were going to destroy this world.

As the battle progressed, the environment around the two ceilings was destroyed beyond recognition. The stone tablets on the battlefield collapsed, the ancient trees broke, and all traces of the glory that had been witnessed were wiped out. However, the fighting spirit of the two ceilings did not diminish at all. Their weapons drew brilliant rays of light in the air, as if composing an epic war song.

Finally, with an even more violent roar, the two ceilings fell at the same time, their bodies were swallowed by the violent energy impact, and turned into dazzling brilliance. The strange phenomenon between heaven and earth also subsided, and only the shadows of the two people facing each other were left on the battlefield, as if proving that a mythical battle had just ended.

They didn't expect that the Nine-tailed Fox God from far away in Taihu Lake would come here.
(End of this chapter)