The Northern Song Dynasty returned south, seeking the truth of the Dao.

The neck is the weak point of all animals, and this white tiger was no exception. After being bitten by the giant snake, its head and body could not communicate, and it was stuck in place for a moment.

Animals fight differently than humans; there are no complicated probing phases, and the first move is a life-or-death struggle. Seeing that it was unable to move easily, the white tiger roared angrily, ignoring the giant snake's bite on its neck.

He retreated directly to the spot, forcefully tearing apart the part of his neck that was being bitten, thus separating himself from the giant snake. This ferocious scene made Wang Zhen's scalp tingle.

There's a saying, "to cut off an arm to survive," which describes someone who, in order to live, will sever their tail like a gecko. However, although the white tiger was bitten, it wasn't in mortal danger.

Despite this, it still chose this almost self-destructive method to break free from the giant serpent's control. This demonstrates its ruthlessness, befitting its status as the ruler of the Western constellations, a symbol of slaughter and destruction.

After breaking free, the white tiger roared to the sky. The deafening roar echoed throughout the valley. The giant serpent seemed caught off guard. For a moment, it was stunned by the roar and stood frozen in place.

After the white tiger roared angrily, it vanished from its spot. When it reappeared, it was already beside the giant serpent. Seeing that the giant serpent was intimidated, the golden princess raised the bell in her hand and shook it.

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The clear sound of the bell startled the giant snake awake. Unfortunately, it was too late; none of the golden figures present had anticipated that the white tiger possessed the ability to teleport. It had already arrived atop the giant snake's head.

It opened its gaping maw and bit down on the giant snake's vital spot. Its sharp fangs pierced the snake's scales and penetrated its body. The giant snake howled in agony, then coiled its tail around the white tiger and rolled on the ground.

This was no ordinary fight between a tiger and a snake; both the white tiger and the giant snake were three or four zhang long. As they struggled and fought, the earth shook, trees fell, and forests were destroyed.

Caught off guard, most of the surrounding Jurchen soldiers were crushed to death by their own giant snake. In an instant, corpses littered the ground, and cries of agony filled the air. Wang Zhenhuan couldn't help but cheer.

The giant serpent struggled a few times, but grew increasingly weak. Finally, it lay motionless on the ground, transforming into a golden light that became the serpent staff.

However, compared to the beginning, the serpent staff was noticeably dimmer, and the snake eyes on it no longer emitted light. A brief silence suddenly fell over the area.

The golden figures stopped praying, seemingly unable to believe their eyes, staring blankly at the sudden turn of events. Wang Zhen's gaze, however, was now fixed entirely on the enormous white tiger.

This white tiger, worthy of being the lord of the western constellations, was decisive in its killing and possessed an overwhelming aura. From the moment it appeared, it suppressed the giant serpent. Although the giant serpent briefly regained its footing after consuming a elixir.

However, it was unable to defeat the white tiger and was ultimately killed by the tiger's teleportation. The entire process took no more than half an incense stick's time. This enormous creature, after killing the giant snake...

Surprisingly, it obediently returned to Daoist Luo Puzi's side, sitting half-on the ground awaiting orders. Wang Zhenhuan also noticed that the wound on the white tiger's neck had, without him noticing, completely healed.

Master Luo Puzi gently stroked the white tiger's ear, then waved his hand. The white tiger turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated. The old Taoist then looked up at the old woman with a face full of wrinkles.

The meaning was self-evident; the old woman's face no longer held the ease she had when she first arrived. With a solemn expression, she waved her hand, and the snake staff on the ground flew back into her grasp.

"The fate of the Song Dynasty has run its course. Why should you, Daoist, defy Heaven? Shouldn't you cultivators understand these things far better than this old man?"

Master Luo Puzi gently shook his head and said, "No, my purpose in going north this time is not to get involved in worldly affairs."

The old woman's voice was hoarse and low, like a broken gong. Hearing Master Luo Puzi's words, she coldly snorted, "Even so, why is that Master so relentlessly pressuring me?"

"May the Heavenly Venerable grant boundless blessings. Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together. Rather than wasting words explaining, it would be better to fight it out, so that this humble Taoist can lead his disciples away as soon as possible."

Wang Zhenhuan couldn't help but applaud Luo Puzi's words. Instead of wasting words with these Jurchens, it was better to just fight them. Beat them until they were terrified, and all problems would be solved.

Upon hearing Master Luo Puzi's words, the old woman's face immediately turned cold. With a wave of her hand, she took out a string of bells from her bosom and began to sing loudly.

Wang Zhenzhen couldn't understand what the old woman was singing at all; he just felt like his head was about to explode. He quickly covered his head and sat down, waiting for the old woman's voice to finish.

He looked up and was immediately startled. A beam of light appeared at the old woman's feet and entered her body. The old woman's hunched body suddenly straightened up.

Behind her, a gigantic phantom with eight arms appeared. This phantom was entirely blue-green, with each of its eight arms wielding a different weapon. It had a blue face and fangs, and looked quite terrifying.

Upon seeing the phantom, Luo Puzi lightly patted the white crane beneath him. The crane understood and immediately took to the air. Arriving opposite the enormous phantom, it hovered for a moment before one of the phantom's claw-like hands reached out to grab him.

The white crane, with a disdainful expression, gently flapped its wings and gracefully dodged to the side, much to Wang Zhenhuan's delight. Compared to the ugly phantom, the white crane clearly fit the image of a divine beast much better.

Master Luo Puzi closed his eyes and took out a talisman from his sleeve. He held it between his left hand fingers, silently chanting incantations while his hands moved in a series of hand gestures. Suddenly, clouds and mist swirled around him.

"The Big Dipper shines brightly, boundless spiritual treasures abound, the Nine Palaces unleash divine punishment, and the blazing fire soars to the heavens! Supreme Dao Lord, hasten your command!"

As Daoist Luo Puzi chanted his mantra, the talisman he held between his sword fingers spontaneously combusted. It vanished in an instant, and in front of him appeared a blazing, crimson flame.

The flame flickered and danced, transforming into a gigantic fireball in the blink of an eye. Its size instantly increased to a square foot (approximately 3.3 meters), and its color changed from crimson to a ghostly blue.

Master Luo Puzi opened his eyes, facing the enormous blue phantom, and flicked his sword finger. The fireball instantly gained power, transforming from extreme stillness to extreme motion. With a long trail of flame, it flew towards the phantom.

During its flight, the flames gradually deepened in color, turning a deep purple by the time it reached the phantom. The enormous phantom roared and clasped its eight arms together.

The eight weapons on his arm merged into one, transforming into a large sword two zhang long. The phantom gripped the sword, roaring in fury.

He slashed down at the massive fireball!