Primordial Era: I am Donghua, this Heavenly Emperor is too majestic.

A sea of ​​fire descended from the sky.

Panwang Daoist dared not be careless, and hurriedly opened his mouth to spit out a stream of dark light, which turned into thousands of strands in the wind, covering the endless blue sea like a spider web.

Streaks of brown lightning surged within, as if a catastrophe had descended upon the world.

"Boom!"

The light of calamity collided with the Shaoyang True Fire, instantly producing a violent explosion.

The black and white colors swept across the sky like a tidal wave, annihilating everything and all the energy it touched along the way, making the entire sky look like a white paper painting splashed with ink.

As the saying goes: a true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

In just one exchange, Panwang Daoren had a rough assessment of Donghua's strength, which was in no way inferior to his own.

My heart sank slightly.

Donghua alone is already extremely troublesome.

If we add Jin Hongshi and Yun Zhongjun, who were watching from the sidelines, his chances of winning this battle would be even lower.

The only course of action now is to fight a quick battle and achieve a swift victory.

As long as Donghua can be severely injured as quickly as possible, then even if the three of them join forces, they will not be able to threaten him in the slightest.

Thinking of this.

Panwang Daoist's expression hardened, and with a flash of light in his hand, he immediately took out a black jade chime engraved with tribulation lightning cloud patterns.

"Thump!"

Suddenly, music arose between heaven and earth, like the resounding tolling of a great bell and the thunderous clang of an earthenware pot.

Visible to the naked eye.

Countless, solid black tribulation patterns burst forth from the jade chime, densely packed like dragon scales, rapidly filling the sky.

Each ripple carries the Path of Calamity that Pan Wang cultivated. Although it is not a physical object, it is more powerful than a physical object, and its power can be described as earth-shattering.

On that day, Yun Zhongjun was careless and was directly injured by this treasure.

Even the five vital energies in his chest were almost eroded.

Clearly, when Panwang Daoren took out this treasure, he intended to use the same method to deal with Donghua.

Seeing this, Yun Zhongjun, who was watching from the sidelines, quickly spoke up to remind him:

"This treasure is quite powerful, fellow Daoist, please be careful!"

Donghua's expression was solemn. Suddenly, he let out a soft shout, and a beam of mysterious light rose from behind him, transforming into an ancient bell that was entirely purple and white, with dragon and phoenix patterns.

"clang!"

The Jingyang Bell rang, and the heavens and earth trembled.

Thousands of purple celestial rays danced in the air, their spiritual light swirling, creating a scene of breathtaking beauty, truly like a vast sea of ​​mist and clouds.

The sound of the bell also transformed into tangible ripples, colliding with the black tribulation patterns and annihilating each other.

at the same time.

A flash of light appeared in Donghua's hand as he drew his innate spiritual treasure, the Azure Sun Sword, and whispered, "Fellow Daoist, please accept my sword strike!"

With a single breath, he borrowed boundless divine power from all the heavens and the myriad dimensions, channeling it all into the sword and wielding it freely without considering any loss of magical power.

"Buzz—"

The Great Dao resounded with heavenly music, and endless silver-white sword light poured down like a celestial river.

A thousand paths!

Ten thousand paths!

Tens of millions!

Donghua condensed the Great Dao of Lesser Yang into the sword light, constructing supernatural powers and evolving them to an extremely terrifying degree.

A snap of the fingers is twenty moments.

Every instant, Donghua swung the Qingyang Sword in his hand 129,600 times, and each swing produced 129,600 sword lights.

The sword light overlapped, interlocking in a series.

Each wisp of energy shone into the depths of the heavens and the universe, breaking through the barriers of dimensions and transforming this place into a sea of ​​sword energy.

"How could this be?!"

The sword light reflected in his dim, yellowish eyes startled Panwang Daoist so much that his eyelids twitched wildly.

It wasn't until here that he realized he had underestimated Donghua's strength. Donghua wasn't just not weaker than him; he was clearly too strong!

However, with such a treasure before him, he would not easily give it up.

"Hey!"

With a furious shout, Panwang Daoist suddenly produced a dark blue mace in his hand and swung it forward.

A deafening boom, like a thunderclap, was heard.

The infinite order of the Great Dao manifested as divine chains, and countless rays of calamity light, like marks locking the heavens, spread throughout all the heavens.

The rolling lightning roared and surged, intertwining to form a vast sea of ​​tribulation lightning that pressed down from the void, filling the world with the aura of calamity and sending chills down people's spines.

As the sword flashed, the light of calamity arose.

When these two destructive forces collided, the entire sky was plunged into a prolonged state of chaos.

"..."

Sensing the power of the two fighting, Jin Hongshi and Yun Zhongjun, who were watching from the sidelines, exchanged a glance and both saw a hint of shock in each other's eyes.

Donghua's strength was beyond their expectations, but they never expected that this old Taoist priest, Pan Wang, would be so powerful as well.

Thinking back to how he had managed to escape from his grasp that day, Yun Zhongjun couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

"Again!"

Regardless of what the two were thinking, Donghua was overjoyed at the sight of his prey and charged forward again.

Those who can cultivate to become Great Luo Golden Immortals in this era are all favored by the heavens and have profound cultivation. He did not expect to kill Pan Wang with just two or three blows.

With a leap, the two stepped into the river of time and space.

Soon, an earth-shattering battle unfolded outside Wuyi Mountain.

Great Golden Immortal.

Its body is as dazzling as the world itself, and its magical power is almost limitless.

In a battle of magic, it's difficult to determine who is superior. If you had to describe it, it would be like comparing one vast ocean to another, even larger ocean.

Therefore, what determines victory or defeat is more one's own Dao, supernatural powers, and magical treasures.

With the two magical treasures in his hands, Panwang Daoren unleashed his full power, pushing the Dao of Calamity to its near-perfect limit. At a glance, the sky was filled with gray-black calamity light.

Furthermore, various divine thunderbolts descended continuously, crackling and shattering the void.

Donghua remained calm and composed, using the Jingyang Bell to protect his body, making him virtually impervious to all attacks. Then, he used the Qingyang Sword to unleash the Shaoyang Great Dao, its brilliant sword light shining like the rising sun, breaking through the calamities one by one.

As the sun rises, all things begin to grow and flourish.

Although Panwang Daoren's attack was violent and fierce, it quickly dissipated under the continuous impact of the Yang energy.

"How is this possible?"

Panwang Daoist became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed, and a thought of retreat began to cross his mind.

But thinking of the treasures that might be hidden in the Wuyi Mountains, he still refused to give up. With gritted teeth, he took out another magical artifact, a large black banner.

"Splash!"

The banner fluttered in the wind, and countless seven-colored celestial lights flew out.

At first glance, it is beautiful and magnificent, but upon closer inspection, one will discover that the true nature of the seven-colored fairy light is actually countless large and small, strangely shaped Gu worms.

With a wave of his hand, Panwang Daoist drew a wisp of Donghua's aura from the void and began to use three evil arts: sorcery, demonic poison, and poisonous insects.

In an instant.

Countless ghosts and demons danced in the sky and earth, thousands of Gu worms flapped their wings, and billions of poisonous fumes swept across, even knocking over the Jingyang Bell.

Donghua's figure was instantly engulfed by billowing black smoke.

Seeing this, Panwang Daoist couldn't help but sneer, "To die from this move of the Ancestor, you have every reason to be proud!"

His Gu worm technique is unpredictable and can even devour magic power and spiritual light; it is his last trump card.

Ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortals would die upon contact with it, and he had also used this move to kill many powerful Innate Saints, but he did not believe that Donghua could survive.

"Yeah?"

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than Donghua's voice rang out again from the heavens and earth.

Amidst the countless poisonous insects, streaks of bluish-white light shot out, forcing back all the poisonous smoke nearby.

A small, bluish-white flag floated beneath the white clouds, emitting thousands of white wisps and countless rays of light, firmly protecting Donghua within it.

No matter how many poisonous insects attacked, they could not break through that light barrier.