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Chapter 294: After two hours of fighting, Ziyun should no longer look like a cat

Boom! ! !
The divine light that shot up into the sky was like a divine sword breaking through the air, rising from the backyard of the Jiang Mansion, sweeping away the clouds and rushing straight into the sky.

One after another, array patterns emerged from the Taicang Imperial Capital, alarming countless cultivators.

"What happened?!"

"Divine light surges into the sky. Could it be a clash between powerful Dao-bodied beings?!"

"This seems to be the direction of the Jiang Mansion. Today is the birthday banquet of Duke Jiang. Who is so bold as to cause trouble at the Jiang Mansion?!"

Jiang Chuan, who was refining the Six Yang Divine Chain in the cave of the inn, heard the earth-shaking sound and sighed softly.

"The ancestor has indeed caused trouble. I hope this will teach him a lesson and he will cause less trouble in the future."

It’s not like Master Jiang had not been killed by Patriarch Ziyun before, so how could he believe Patriarch Ziyun’s guarantee?
People can't teach others, but things can be taught by others.

Today is Jiang Changxing's birthday banquet, and many guests have gathered, including cultivators in the seventh, eighth, and even ninth realms.

After being caught and beaten up, Patriarch Ziyun will probably be much more obedient in the future.

"Elder Jingzhen was able to beat the ancestor into coal. With so many cultivators, the ancestor will definitely be beaten until there is no trace of a cat left, right?" Jiang Chuan touched his chin and suddenly felt a little excited.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
At this moment, the Biluo sword on Jiangchuan's waist made a clear sword chanting sound.

Then it suddenly came out of its sheath, like a bolt of lightning, rushed out of the inn and headed straight for Jiang Mansion.

"Summon the clone. It's not enough for the ancestor to be beaten once. He must be beaten twice."

"not good!"

Jiang Changxing, who had just walked out of the inner hall, suddenly changed his expression, and then turned into a stream of light and rushed straight to the backyard.

"They actually set up a golden demon-killing array in the treasury! How insidious!"

Patriarch Ziyun squatted on the Yiqi Gourd, flew out of the treasure house, and cursed Jiang Changxing.

"Breaking into my treasury and stealing my treasures! You're courting death!"

Jiang Changxing looked at the flying Ziyun Patriarch, shouted loudly, and punched out.

The fist mark seemed like a rolling ocean, crushing the heaven and earth as it smashed towards the Purple Cloud Ancestor.

"go with!"

Patriarch Ziyun controlled his body and met Jiang Changxing's fist.

The Yiqi Gourd expanded to nine thousand feet high in an instant, like a purple sacred mountain, blooming with divine clouds, meeting Jiang Changxing's fist.

Boom!

The aftermath was like a purple wave, sweeping in all directions.

"Ziyun!"

Zhao Ping gnashed his teeth and said, "You and Taishan stole my Dark Jade Divine Crystal, and now you've ruined Duke Jiang's birthday banquet. Today, we're settling all our old and new scores!"

Ziyun Patriarch was surprised: "You were clearly knocked unconscious by me at that time, how did you know it was me who did it!"

"You did knock me out, but the Golden Dragon Bracelet I was carrying didn't get knocked out by you!"

As Zhao Ping spoke, the imperial sword at his waist was unsheathed and rushed towards the Ziyun Patriarch like a golden dragon.

"I forgot you have a Dao weapon."

As Patriarch Ziyun opened his mouth, a vast and boundless aura gushed out from the Yiqi Gourd, like a huge star falling from the depths of the universe, causing many cultivators in the Taicang Imperial Capital to change color.

"Concentrate the power of the world and evolve the world!"

Ning Surong's expression suddenly changed: "This cat is not far from becoming a top-grade Taoist weapon!"

Boom!

The Yiqi Gourd was like a giant beast, directly knocking Zhao Ping's imperial sword away.

"So what if it's not far from the ultimate Taoist weapon?"

Zhao Ping took the Imperial Sword and shouted, "My dear ministers, follow me and suppress this dead cat!"

"Cat demon, die!"

Jiang Wenyuan was the first to rush out of the Jiang Mansion towards Patriarch Ziyun.

"Just because of you, you want to kill me?"

Ancestor Ziyun looked at Jiang Wenyuan who was rushing towards him with a look of disdain.

At the same time, Jiang Changxing also attacked again, and with a punch that carried the force of overturning the rivers and seas, he slammed down towards the Purple Cloud Ancestor.

Yiqi Gourd greeted Jiang Changxing, and at the same time, the clear sound of sword chanting rang out.

Zheng! Zheng!
The Biluo Sword rushed towards Jiang Wenyuan like a flash of lightning.

Jiang Wenyuan swung his fist to meet the tip of the Biluo Sword, and at the same time a cat's tail fell from the sky.

bump!
Jiang Wenyuan's body, as straight as a pine tree, was directly whipped to the ground by the Purple Cloud Ancestor's tail.

Boom!

At the same time, Jiang Changxing was also knocked away by the Yiqi Gourd, which was about to transform into a top-grade Taoist weapon.

Ancestor Ziyun looked very proud: "Although I can't beat Jiangchuan now, I can still beat his father and grandfather without any problem."

Jiang Chuan, who was watching the battle with his spiritual sense in the cave of the inn, looked a little strange when he heard what Ziyun Patriarch said.

Although what Patriarch Ziyun said was the truth, it sounded like he was going to beat the older one if he couldn't beat the younger one.

Before Patriarch Ziyun could feel proud for long, many dukes and ministers of the Taicang Dynasty used their magical powers and controlled magic weapons to attack Patriarch Ziyun.

The magical powers poured down, denser than the rain, covering the sky and smashing towards the Purple Cloud Ancestor.

"One Qi Dao Sword!"

Ancestor Ziyun shouted.

Zheng! ! !
The sound of the sword roared like a blue dragon, shaking the sky.

A dazzling golden light gushed out of the mouth of the Yiqi Gourd, and a golden sword thousands of feet long came to meet the many magical powers.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
The golden sword clanged, and the power of the Dao surged like a tide. Many magical powers and treasures that came into contact with the power of the Dao kept dissipating, turning into wisps of Dao principles and merging into the void.

But there were too many monks who had no choice but to take action.

In just a few breaths, the Qi Dao Sword that Ziyun Patriarch had unleashed with all his might vanished into nothingness. Boom! Boom! Boom!

Before Old Ancestor Ziyun could activate his true body again, he was directly overwhelmed by the many magical powers.

Nangong Shuiyue in the Jiang Mansion saw this scene and hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoists, please show mercy!"

Regardless of whether the Yiqi Gourd is Jiangchuan’s magic weapon, the person who brought the Yiqi Gourd and the Purple Cloud Ancestor to the Jiang Mansion was her, Nangong Shuiyue, after all.

Zheng!
The Biluo Sword turned into a cold light, carrying the Ziyun Patriarch, and rushed out from the aftermath of the magical power.

At this moment, Patriarch Ziyun was in a very miserable state, and most of his hair had turned charred black.

"Just wait for me!" said Old Ancestor Ziyun hatefully.

"Do you think you can escape? Activate the city defense formation!"

While Zhao Ping was chasing after the Purple Cloud Ancestor, he issued an order.

hum!hum!hum!
One after another, array patterns lit up from the earth, as if an ancient god had awakened from his slumber. A powerful aura permeated the vast world, and countless talismans rose up and turned into a translucent light curtain, covering the entire Taicang Emperor.

"Now we're in trouble!"

Ancestor Ziyun looked at the light curtain with a serious look in his eyes.

"Dead cat! I'll see where you can run this time!"

Zhao Ping roared and rushed towards the Ziyun Ancestor with the Emperor Sword in hand.

Ning Surong, Jiang Wenyuan and other civil and military officials followed closely behind and attacked the Purple Cloud Ancestor together.

"Don't think that I, the ancestor, am afraid of you!"

Ancestor Ziyun controlled his body, the Qi Gourd, and smashed it directly towards everyone.

Boom!

The next moment, the Yiqi Gourd was blasted away for dozens of miles by everyone.

Zhao Ping, Ning Surong, Jiang Changxing and others surrounded the Purple Cloud Ancestor and his clones.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The magical powers were like brilliant fireworks, constantly blooming in the sky above the Taicang Imperial Capital, and one or two painful cries could be faintly heard.

Jiang Chuan, sitting cross-legged under an ancient tree, looked at the 'battle' in the air with a smile on his face.

"Old Ancestor, you should learn your lesson now. Wait for another hour or two, and I will rescue you."

"Asshole! If you don't save me, I'm going to be beaten."

Before Ancestor Ziyun could finish his words, he was slapped away by Ning Surong.

"A prairie fire burns the gods!"

Zhao Ping formed a seal with his hands, and a red-gold divine fire appeared out of thin air, like a passing gust of wind, enveloping the Purple Cloud Ancestor.

Zheng!
At the same time, the Blue Sky Sword and the clone of the Purple Cloud Patriarch were also blown away by all the civil and military officials of the Taicang Dynasty.

The Yiqi Gourd smashed towards Zhao Ping, but was blocked by Jiang Changxing, Jiang Wenyuan and others.

Ancestor Ziyun, whose entire body was wrapped in red-gold divine fire, rushed out of the sea of ​​fire and reunited with his clone and the Biluo Sword.

"Dead cat! Look at the sword!"

Zhao Ping waved the golden imperial sword in his hand. The golden sword energy was like a divine light falling from the sky. It was extremely dazzling and carried a chilling power as it slashed towards the Biluo Sword, the Ziyun Ancestor and his clone.

Ning Surong also led all the civil and military officials of the Taicang Dynasty to attack together with Zhao Ping.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Chuan frowned slightly as he sat under the ancient tree.

"Zhao Ping is really pushing his luck!"

His Biluo Sword was, after all, only a top-grade Taoist weapon, and there was a huge gap between it and the Yiqi Gourd, a magical weapon that had been refined with many divine materials and was about to evolve into a top-grade Taoist weapon.

Zhao Ping was originally a powerful cultivator in the ninth realm. With the top-grade Taoist weapon in his hand, and with the help of many cultivators in the eighth and seventh realms such as Ning Surong, it was enough to inflict heavy damage on the Biluo Sword.

Although he intended to teach Ancestor Ziyun a lesson, he did not want his top-grade Taoist weapon to be severely damaged.

Jiangchuan stood up from under the ancient tree, took a step forward, and disappeared into the cave of the inn.

"Damn it! You forced me to do this!"

As soon as Patriarch Ziyun finished speaking, she felt a large hand grabbing her neck.

Two cats and a sword disappeared out of thin air before the magical power could be unleashed.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

It was like a thunder exploding in the sky, or like a river bursting its banks, with huge waves rushing towards the mountains.

"Why did it disappear so suddenly?!"

"The Yiqi Gourd has also disappeared! What's going on?!"

"Illusion?! Or is it a powerful person who is proficient in the way of the void?!"

All the civil and military officials of the Taicang Dynasty were surprised.

Zhao Ping and Ning Surong looked at each other, then silently put the imperial sword in their hands into the scabbard.

"Your Majesty! The Imperial Capital is sealed off by a massive formation. This cat demon has definitely not escaped and is still in Taicang. I am willing to lead my troops to search the entire city and capture the cat demon."

A monk wearing silver armor and holding a long spear spoke to Zhao Ping.

"General Wang, if you can beat the cat's owner, then go ahead."

After hearing what Zhao Ping said, Ning Surong continued, "Your Majesty, General Wang has just emerged from his ten-year retreat, so it's normal for him not to know. General Wang, go and dismantle the formation, continue the birthday banquet, and have the Ministry of Works repair the old Duke's residence."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, who is the master of that cat demon?" Wang Hao was very confused.

"He is the son of Duke Jiang, named Jiang Chuan." Ning Surong replied.

"Duke Jiang's son?! His son used his own Taoist weapon to ruin the old duke's birthday banquet?!" Wang Hao was completely bewildered.

Zhao Ping shook his head: "If Jiang Chuan really wanted to ruin the old Duke's birthday banquet, my Tai Cang Emperor would have been covered in blood by now."

"What?!" Wang Song exclaimed.

(End of this chapter)