Martial Arts Crossover: The Sweeping Monk of Wudang? That's our patriarch!

"Lin Daochen, a reptile dares to block my way?" His voice was harsh, his eyes flashed with bloodlust, and his killing intent was boiling.

Lin Daochen's eyes burned brightly, his body as straight as a pine tree. The Heaven-Turning Seal in his hand was cracked, yet he held it firmly and swung it fiercely at the strange laws surging in the sea of ​​blood! His brows were furrowed, and his aura surged, actually creating a pure and untouched realm within the rules of the sea of ​​blood.

Guang'an Ancestor stood at the edge of the sea of ​​blood, his black robes billowing, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips. He was convinced that Lin Daochen was merely making a death throes, and that the outcome of this battle was already decided.

"Lin Daochen, who gave you the audacity to block my way across the sea?" he asked, his voice like ice picks piercing the bone, his eyes flashing with a chilling light.

Lin Daochen gripped the Heaven-Turning Seal even tighter, his knuckles turning white, but he didn't utter a single word. He just stood there quietly, like a sword that hadn't yet been drawn from its sheath.

Deep within the sea of ​​blood, the rules twisted into a vortex, silently churning and greedily licking every inch of air from the shore.

He suddenly raised his arm, and the Heaven-Turning Seal flew out of his hand, transforming into a streak of crimson-gold light that tore through the sky, carrying immense force as it crashed down into the center of the sea of ​​blood!

Guang'an Ancestor didn't even blink. With a flick of his sleeve, a barrier shimmering with dark light appeared out of thin air, steadily blocking the attack. He chuckled, full of mockery—this futile blow only provided him with amusement.

Lin Daochen's eyes flashed like blades, chilling him to the bone. He once again formed a hand seal to activate his magic weapon. But the Heaven-Turning Seal had already lost its spiritual light, its surface covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and it was as dull as a gray bronze. Even its suspension swayed slightly, as if it would disintegrate into dust at any moment.

Guang'an Ancestor's pupils contracted, instantly discerning the truth of the matter. A mocking smile appeared on his lips, and he swung his sleeve violently—a surge of blood erupted, and a long, scarlet river cleaved through the sea, exuding a stench and malevolence, stretching straight to the opposite shore.

Lin Daochen's brows furrowed sharply, his killing intent flashing. He absolutely could not let him cross this bloody path!

He reached into his storage bag and two sharp lights shot out: one purple and one gold, as thick as a child's arm, with lightning patterns coiled around their chains. They were the divine locks he had forcibly taken from the corpse of the Heavenly Demon! He touched the ground with his toes and shot out like an arrow.

The divine locks shrieked as they tore through the air, their purple light flashing like lightning and their golden light like flames, transforming into roaring dragons that lunged at the back of Ancestor Guang'an with the force of wind and thunder. The ancestor's expression stiffened slightly, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly a chill ran down my spine—two sharp auras tore through the air, approaching from afar, so fast that only afterimages remained!

Looking up, a golden-armored warrior descended through the air, his armor gleaming in the sunlight, his golden halberd emitting a chilling light, its murderous aura solidified into a tangible form; another figure was draped in a white veil, silver light swirling around him, his longsword barely an inch from its sheath before frost and snow materialized out of thin air, its sword energy chilling and piercing. The two figures moved without pause, their oppressive presence already like a mountain collapsing.

Guang'an Ancestor's heart sank, and his throat tightened slightly. The cultivation of these two was unfathomable, and their auras were even more unpredictable, subtly suppressing his dantian and causing it to feel sluggish.

Lin Daochen's lips curled slightly; the time had come! He spread his arms wide, the Divine Lock trembled again, and the Heaven-Turning Seal soared into the sky, enveloped in dying rage, and crashed down on the head of the Ancestor Guang'an—attacking from both sides, its force like an iron gate closing in!

Guang'an Ancestor's expression was uncertain. He had thought that crossing the sea of ​​blood would be a piece of cake, but who knew that two unexpected variables would appear halfway through, and that Lin Daochen would keep him firmly in check. His chest was filled with anger, and black mist churned in his eyes.

He snorted coldly and summoned his dark gold flying sword. The sword hummed and was full of confidence—this sword had cut through Nascent Soul cultivators and broken through nine layers of restrictions, so why should it fear mere encirclement?

But just as the sword tip was about to strike the Heaven-Turning Seal, the seal suddenly exploded!

A burst of intense crimson and white light erupted, and the shockwave crashed down like a giant hammer. Caught off guard, the Ancestor of Guang'an was thrown backward, staggering. The dark gold flying sword let out a mournful cry, several dazzling cracks appearing on its blade, its spiritual light flashing wildly as if about to be extinguished.

He was horrified, never expecting Lin Daochen to dare to fight to the death! His black robe fluttered wildly, revealing a face as pale as paper—he was thrown off balance by the explosive current and was tightly gripped around the waist by two divine locks, leaving him in a dilemma.

A cold glint flashed in Lin Daochen's eyes, and his killing move was about to be unleashed! He pointed his sword finger, and the purple-gold longsword cut through the air in an arc, its tip trailing a dazzling tail of flame, aiming straight for the throat of the Guang'an Ancestor.

The old ancestor's cold smile hadn't subsided. He assumed this mortal cultivator was making a desperate counterattack. He flicked the Immortal Binding Rope with his left hand and gathered strength in his right, ready to take the sword head-on.

Unexpectedly, the moment the sword struck the black mist shield, it was like a hot knife cutting through oil—the shield trembled violently, ripples spreading out in layers, but it did not break. Instead, a layer of supple golden patterns appeared, deflecting the sword's momentum completely!

Without hesitation, Lin Daochen shifted his feet, his figure suddenly becoming ethereal, the divine lock loosening and tightening abruptly, and he used the momentum to twist and break through the gap, like a purple-gold lightning bolt, straight piercing the ancestor's face!

Guang An Ancestor hurriedly returned to defend, but the Purple Gold Divine Lock had already wrapped around his right arm joint. His movements faltered, and he felt a chill piercing his neck.

"You...you actually managed to tear through my Netherworld Barrier?" His voice tightened, filled with shock and rage. He had thought this person was nothing more than an ant, easily crushed to ashes with a single blow, but who would have thought that he would actually break through his proud protective aura!

Lin Daochen ignored him. The Immortal Binding Rope spun like a snake in his palm, and the Purple-Gold Divine Lock tightened with a "whoosh," digging into the old ancestor's flesh, causing black blood to seep out instantly. He raised his five fingers to the sky and made a series of hand seals—swords, spears, halberds, shields, steel forks, and bronze axes—seven spiritual weapons appeared from the void, their five-colored rays of light intertwining to form an array, trapping the Guang'an Old Ancestor firmly in the center.

Before the old ancestor's sinister smile had even faded, his body surged with black energy, attempting to shatter the divine lock. But the Immortal Binding Rope suddenly burst open with a thousand golden threads, tightening like a net, causing his bones to creak and crack, leaving him frozen in place, unable to move.

Lin Daochen's gaze was like iron, fixed on the person opposite him. This battle was either his or hers, and the lives of countless beings across the cultivation world hung on the line between his fingers. His killing intent solidified, and with a flick of his wrist, his natal magic weapons hummed loudly—the blade cleaved through the wind, the spear stirred the clouds, the sword unleashed lightning, and the halberd swept away the frost. The four weapons, each wrapped in a dazzling sharpness, thrust simultaneously at the purple-gold divine lock that bound the Guang'an Ancestor.

Guang'an Ancestor glanced sideways, then suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter filled with a piercing sarcasm. Lin Daochen felt a chill run down his spine, his hair standing on end. He instinctively sensed a trap, but the arrow was already on the bowstring, and there was no way to retreat. He simply poured all his cultivation into the tip of his sword and charged forward recklessly!

The Purple-Gold Divine Lock suddenly taut like a bowstring, its blade light transforming into thousands of silver needles that rained down like a torrential downpour. Guang'an Ancestor's pupils contracted, and the divine lock in his palm abruptly collapsed, then exploded into a deep, dark vortex, so black it swallowed even light, directly attacking Lin Daochen's unleashed offensive.

"You think you can suppress me with such tricks?" He sneered, the vortex spinning faster and faster, its edges tearing at the air and emitting a wailing sound, as if it would crush Lin Daochen and his attack into dust in the next instant.

Lin Daochen held his breath, his mind sinking into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness. The five magical treasures resonated and emitted bursts of colorful light, weaving a flowing star map around him. He touched the ground with his toes and shot into the center of the vortex like an arrow. His long sword slashed through the air with the force of thunder from the heavens, splitting through the darkness and heading straight for the central palace!

The battle instantly intensified like a furnace. The deafening roar of clashing magical artifacts shook mountains, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the void where the aftershocks swept across. Lin Daochen moved with the agility of a fish weaving through waves, sometimes dodging the bone-corroding Yin Fire that Guang'an Ancestor unleashed with a palm strike, and sometimes conjuring up the Immortal-Binding Rope with a burst of silver light, binding his opponent tightly. Guang'an Ancestor, however, seemed possessed by a ghost, sometimes dissipating into a wisp of black smoke and disappearing into the ground, and sometimes soaring into the air and transforming into a ball of crimson fire, its scorching waves rolling, forcefully breaking the chains and launching a counterattack!

"Lin Daochen, do you really think you can stop me with these tricks?" His voice was hoarse like sandpaper scraping iron, his black energy surged like boiling water, his meridians bulged, and the Immortal Binding Rope was stretched so hard that it creaked and was about to break.

Lin Daochen's brows furrowed. He knew this person was difficult to deal with, and now he could not afford to relax even for a moment. His mind sank, and five-colored light exploded out. Swords, spears, and halberds whistled and roared, and the attack suddenly became ten times more fierce. A thick shield appeared out of thin air and hung in front of his chest. It was covered with golden patterns and was as stable as the root of the earth, and it took full impact from the Guang'an Ancestor.

"Today, this world will not tolerate your wild behavior!" he roared, his spiritual power surging like a river bursting its banks. The purple-gold divine lock exploded in his palm into a shower of golden rain, each drop blazing brightly like sunbeams falling into dust, completely enveloping the Guang'an Ancestor in a prison of light. He clenched his fingers, the purple-gold longsword humming incessantly, its tip emitting a foot-long glint of cold light—this strike would surely determine life or death!

The battle reached a frenzied climax, the sounds of metal clashing, energy exploding, flames roaring, and black mist hissing all mingling together in a deafening cacophony. Their figures moved so fast they were mere afterimages, weaving and crisscrossing above the sea of ​​blood. Each brush past them sent up distorted waves of heat, the air crackling and popping as if it were about to burst into flames.

The sea of ​​blood churned and boiled, its chaotic waves surging skyward. Enraged, the Ancestor of Guang'an retaliated, plunging headlong into the darkest vortex of the blood sea, only to be tightly enveloped by an impenetrable, inky mist. He staggered, unable to break free for a moment. Suddenly, a cold laugh echoed from within the mist, chilling and drawn-out, as if drifting from the depths of the underworld, each word chilling and laced with daggers.

"Ancestor Guang'an, you can dodge the self-destruction of the Purple Gold Flying Sword and avoid the aftershocks of the Divine Lock's explosion... but what do you plan to use to block the poison of these Asura Bees?" Lin Daochen's voice echoed slowly above the sea of ​​blood, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue. He gently shook the Hunyuan Bell in his hand, and before the clear and melodious sound had faded, thousands upon thousands of pitch-black bees swarmed out of the mist—their wings flapped like blades, their stingers gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light, and upon closer inspection, the tips of their stingers were seeping with wisps of grayish-white death energy.

Guang'an Ancestor's heart sank, a chill running straight to the top of his head. He was confident in his ability to break countless spells, but this tiny insect, as fine as dust, made his eyelids twitch wildly. The venom of the Asura Bee corroded bones upon contact with the skin and burned the soul upon entering the blood. Even a cultivator at the Heavenly Sensing Realm would need to have flesh cut out, bones removed, and meridians sealed for three days to suppress the venom after being stung.

Above the sea of ​​blood, black bees swarmed like streaks of dark lightning, densely packed and silent, yet more terrifying than a formation of blades. They swept across the crests of waves, piercing the water's curtain, their poisonous stingers forming a deadly net. The Ancestor of Guang'an dared not be careless any longer. A muffled roar escaped his throat, and his black aura exploded, transforming him into a blur of motion, darting left and right, desperately dodging.