I am devoted to the Tao

Chapter 136 Master, thank you for wearing mourning clothes for me!
Boom!

The entire cave world began to shake, and the Four Symbols and Five Elements formation to destroy the Tao, slay the immortals, slay the demons and kill the gods was activated by the incarnation of the Dark Yu Demon Lord.

The golden array patterns were like a golden phoenix flapping its wings and soaring high in the sky, spreading its wings and scattering thousands of Taoist principles, which fell like the holy feathers of a phoenix, turning into a golden battlefield.

The golden battlefield was magnificent, as if cast from gold, with densely packed Dao symbols engraved on the fences.

"You actually want to fight me, Wan Shanhe. Well, then I'll send you on your way."

Accompanied by a contemptuous voice.

Wan Shanhe, dressed in white, stepped on a rainbow and flew into the cave world.

A powerful aura roared out, and Wan Shanhe was like an unparalleled powerful being who had arrived here, causing people to subconsciously feel fear in their hearts.

“It’s also the fourth realm!”

Bai Mengqiu was surprised. In her perception, Wan Shanhe's strength had already surpassed some of the sixth-level cultivators.

"interesting."

Sun Zhaoming looked expectant: "It has been a long time since the Qingyuan Realm has seen a bloody battle between two peerless geniuses."

"The last time two peerless geniuses fought a bloody battle was a thousand years ago between Fang Qingting and Wu Jianqing."

Yan Feng, the elder of the Ten Thousand Beasts Demon Sect, was wearing green armor and had a rough face, his eyes full of memories.

A thousand years ago, Fang Qingting and Wu Jianqing, two peerless sword masters, competed in a sword fight at Danfeng Mountain.

The victorious Fang Qingting made rapid progress and became a Tenth Realm Immortal. He is now recognized as the best master of the outside world and the strongest swordsman in the Qingyuan Realm.

Lu Yucheng, the elder of the Blood Sea Demon Sect, who wore a high hat and a wide belt, giving off a feminine vibe, said, "Can the duel between Jiang Chuan and Wan Shanhe be compared to the duel between Fang Qingting and Wu Jianqing?"

Shi Yixue asked in return, "Why not? When Fang Qingting and Wu Jianqing were young, their strength was no stronger than Jiang Chuan and Wan Shanhe."

"Not to mention Wan Shanhe, Jiang Chuan, who was at the fourth level and killed the sixth level, this kind of strength is something that many True Immortals couldn't achieve when they were young."

Gong Suxin was secretly shocked when she recalled how Jiang Chuan easily killed many elders and disciples of Maha Palace.

Wan Shanhe stepped on the rainbow and flew into the golden battlefield.

Jiang Chuan's eyes flashed coldly: "Senior, is this battlefield solid? I'm worried that some cultivators will interfere with our duel later."

"Don't worry, unless a Ninth Realm cultivator attacks with all his strength, it will be impossible for him to interfere with your duel."

As the voice of Demon Lord An Yu rang out, the Taoist talismans on the fence all shone brightly and turned into a silver-white light curtain that enveloped the battlefield.

"If you don't take the road to heaven, you will be thrown into hell."

Wan Shanhe looked down at Jiang Chuan and said, "Without Zhuo Yunsheng and Hai Chan saving you, you would have died today. Commit suicide now. Since you have also inherited the legacy of the Dark Yu Demon Lord, I will leave you with an intact body."

"How about this, you write down for me all the scriptures and magical powers you've ever obtained. If I'm in a good mood, I won't let you die."

Jiang Chuan smiled grimly, his tone icy.

"court death!"

Wan Shanhe's eyes flashed with cold lightning, and the Jiuxiao Tower flew out from between his eyebrows.

The nine-story Jiuxiao Tower seemed to be condensed from nine divine moons, emitting divine light that was so dazzling that people could not open their eyes.

"This is the Jiuxiao Tower!"

Sun Zhaoming was shocked: "Which Immortal King did Wan Shanhe inherit this legacy?!"

Shi Yixue touched the hair of her disciple Tang Jinhuan.

"Jinhua, thankfully, you lack talent. You probably won't have the chance to compete with them. Otherwise, I'd be in mourning for you."

Tang Jinhua: “.”

Master, thank you for wearing mourning clothes for me!
But can you have a little confidence in your apprentice?
After all, I am a genius among the younger generation of Lingxu City!
"Ancestor, come up."

When Jiangchuan saw Wan Shanhe using the Jiuxiao Tower, he directly threw out a Qi gourd.

Boom!

The collision between the Yiqi Gourd and the Jiuxiao Tower was like the collision between two suns, one purple and one gold. The many monks who were watching were directly blown away and fell heavily to the ground.

Dragon Fighting Fist!

While the Jiuxiao Tower was blocked by the Yiqi Gourd, Wan Shanhe took action directly. He was like a human-shaped dragon. He punched out, and a vast and primitive aura swept across the world.

Open Heaven Fist!

Jiang Chuan also swung his fist to meet the attack.

The dazzling rain of light fell from Jiangchuan's fingers. Jiangchuan was like a sacred and extraordinary young god, fighting against all those who were disobedient.

boom!
The two fists collided, and dazzling divine light shot up into the sky. The Dao rhyme intertwined, evolving into a vision of a god fighting a real dragon.

"The Dragon Fighting Fist is nothing more than this!"

Jiang Chuan let out a long roar and raised his fist to attack Wan Shanhe again.

boom! boom! boom!
Wan Shanhe and Jiang Chuan exchanged dozens of punches, and their knuckles were numb from the shock.

"What a terrifying body! This guy is like a savage dragon!"

Wan Shanhe knew that he was no match for Jiang Chuan in terms of physical attainments.

The next moment, a halberd appeared in his hand.

"Wow!"

Accompanied by a clear cry.

A cluster of crimson flames emerged from the halberd's gleaming blade and transformed into a crimson Vermilion Bird.

The red body of Suzaku once again turned into a ball of red flame, merging with the snow-white halberd blade.

As Wan Shanhe swung the halberd, the red blade, like a red thunder, cut through the sky and slashed towards Jiangchuan.

Groan!
Ji Yanran's pitch-black spear appeared in Jiang Chuan's hand.

"You're still far from playing with fire."

Sun-swallowing technique!
Jiang Chuan injected the most powerful and masculine power of the sun into the pitch-black spear.

clang!
The pitch-black spear blade collided with the crimson halberd blade, like the collision of heavenly thunder and earthly fire, and golden and red flames rolled out.

"Blue Dragon Immortal Slaying Seal!"

"One Qi Dao Sword!"

The green dragon was a hundred feet long, as if cast from steel, emitting a chilling chill as it rushed towards Jiangchuan.

A thumb-sized golden sword shot out, meeting the azure dragon. The thumb-sized golden sword, facing the hundred-foot-long azure dragon, could only be described as tiny.

But what was strange was that when the golden sword collided with the green dragon, the huge dragon body kept melting like ice and snow.

"Don't think you're the only one who knows the Heavenly Emperor's magical powers!"

A pair of black wings appeared behind Wanshanhe.

The black wings, as if cast from dark fairy gold, fluttered slightly, and the overwhelming black mist rushed towards the river.

"'Wings of Darkness', one of the three thousand magical powers in the Langhuan Library!"

Bai Mengqiu spoke slowly, "It is rumored that when this magical power is cultivated to the extreme, it can control the dark avenue and control the origin of darkness."

"So what if the Emperor of Heaven has supernatural powers? The truly powerful are humans!"

Jiang Chuan used the Treasure Mountain Seal to borrow the power of the Daytime Sword.

The sword that kills demons and slays monsters!

Jiang Chuan used his palm as a knife and slashed out.

The dazzling sword light was like the first ray of morning light at sunrise, cutting through the dark mist, but there was no warmth at all, only coldness!
When they were enveloped by the sword light, the monks watching around felt a chill.

"What a terrible knife!"

"He actually cultivated the Demon-Slaying Blade to such a level!"

Zheng!
The cold sound of a knife was heard.

The knife light cut through the dark mist and slashed towards Wanshan River.

"The devil swallows the sun and the moon!"

Before Wan Shanhe finished speaking, a dark demonic shadow appeared out of nowhere.

The demon shadow was more than ten feet tall, pitch black, and its face was blurry, but if you looked closely it seemed as if there were thousands of faces, weird and eerie.

"Roar!"

Facing the knife light, the demon shadow opened its mouth as big as a black hole, like a glutton swallowing the sky, and swallowed the knife light directly.

"The Demonic Spirit Seal!" Wan Shanhe shouted.

Three ten-foot-tall phantoms of demons appeared behind Wanshanhe.

It was as if a real demon had descended, and an evil, eerie, and terrifying aura spread out, making the surrounding monks shudder.

Groan!
Wan Shanhe swung his halberd, and three demon phantoms, together with Wan Shanhe, rushed towards Jiangchuan.

"The Heavenly Demon Seal is a renowned magical power from the Middle Ages. It has killed more than one True Immortal. Wan Shanhe's luck is truly incredible; he even managed to learn this magical power!"

Ancestor Ziyun, who was controlling his main body to fight against the Jiuxiao Tower, looked surprised.

"Kill him, and his magical powers and his destiny will all be taken from Jiang!"

Jiang Chuan used the Sun-Swallowing Technique again and thrust out a spear.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Spears and halberds kept clashing, and the power of the sun transformed by the Sun-Swallowing Technique kept colliding with the Heavenly Demon Spirit Seal.

The sky was like a shattered silver world, covered with dense cracks.

"So strong! If this battle hadn't taken place on this battlefield, the mountains and rivers would have been destroyed!"

Feng Xuehan, who was standing next to Gong Suxin, was secretly shocked.

No matter whether it was Jiang Chuan or Wan Shanhe, she wondered if she met these two people at the same level, she would probably be killed within three moves!

Lu Chenling raised his head and looked at his mother.

"Mom, are you sure that Daoist Jiangchuan can be my helper? With his strength, my daughter is no match for him."

Gong Suxin gently stroked Lu Chenling's black hair, her eyes full of love and expectation.

"Daughter, you are the strongest. Believe in me. In the future, neither Wan Shanhe nor Jiang Chuan will be your opponent."

Lu Chenling nodded, not quite understanding.

clang!
Jiang Chuan blocked Wan Shanhe's sharp halberd blade with his spear.

"You are the first cultivator of the same realm who can fight with me, Wan Shanhe, for three hundred moves without being defeated!"

Wan Shanhe and Jiang Chuan looked at each other, and a cold light flashed in their eyes.

"But this game should end now! Soul-shaking Bell!"

A green bell the size of a baby's fist flew out from between Wan Shanhe's eyebrows.

clang!
The Soul-Dangling Bell was driven by Wanshanhe and made a slight sound.

Ripples appeared in the void and surged towards the rivers.

Chi!
At the same time, the Taihuang Immortal Golden Sword turned into a cold light and shot out from the sea of ​​consciousness between Jiangchuan's eyebrows.

The two were so close that Wan Shanhe had no time to react and was pierced through the sea of ​​consciousness by the Taihuang Immortal Golden Sword.

At the same time, the sound waves also hit Jiangchuan, as if dozens or hundreds of needles pierced Jiangchuan's brain.

The severe pain caused veins on Jiangchuan's forehead to bulge.

"Die!"

Jiang Chuan clenched his five fingers, performed the Treasure Mountain Seal, and punched out.

The phantom of the treasure mountain, towering from the sky, with its majestic and awe-inspiring momentum, crashed directly into the Wanshan River.

bump!
Wan Shanhe's body was smashed into pieces by Jiang Chuan's punch, turning into splattered flesh and bones.

"It seems Jiang Chuan won."

As soon as Nangong Chang finished speaking, Song Fengchun, who was standing behind him, said, "No, this battle is not over yet."

"You managed to kill me once, but my Wanshanhe is indestructible!"

Wan Shanhe's voice filled with hatred rang out.

His splattered bones and flesh merged back into one like young swallows returning to their nests.

In the blink of an eye, Wan Shanhe appeared in Jiang Chuan's eyes again.

If it weren't for the bright red blood still flowing between his fingers, Jiang Chuan would have felt that the killing of Wan Shanhe just now seemed like just a dream.

(End of this chapter)