Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

"No...no..." The silver fox guard managed to squeeze out a single word through gritted teeth.

"No?" Yang Ping'an's eyes widened upon hearing this, and his aura pressed down on the Silver Fox Guard without any concealment. It was as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting, or a volcano was erupting. The Silver Fox Guard's bones and armor creaked under the pressure, and he could not straighten his back.

Just as the silver fox guard was about to be forced to his knees, a bright red figure descended from the sky, clenching his fist and smashing it towards Yang Ping'an.

Yang Ping'an caught a glimpse of the attack out of the corner of his eye and leaped to the riverbank, but the small boat was not so lucky.

"Boom! Splash!" The small boat Yang Ping'an was riding in was smashed to pieces by a punch from a pinkish-purple figure, stirring up huge waves. After the water receded, large and small pieces of wood floated on the river surface.

The silver fox guard thus escaped a disaster, and jumped behind the fox demon dressed in pinkish-purple clothes, joining another silver fox guard to protect the fox demon.

Yang Ping'an stood on the grass, leisurely looking at the Tushan fox demon with its blood-red demonic power.

"Such domineering demonic power, could you perhaps be the master of this place—Tu Shan Hong Hong?" Yang Ping'an drew his sword and asked the pink-clad fox demon, the sharp light of his sword flashing in his hand.

"Tushan is under my protection, understand?" Tushan Honghong looked at Yang Ping'an indifferently with her blood-red eyes, her demonic power bursting out and disappearing from the spot in an instant.

"Clang! Bang!" Yang Ping'an was forced to raise his sword to meet the oncoming Tu Shan Honghong. Tu Shan Honghong's insulated claws slammed directly into Yang Ping'an's sword, and Yang Ping'an was pushed back by her immense force.

Two figures, one in white and one in red, kept changing positions on the riverbank, appearing and disappearing like phantoms. The sound of ping-pong balls hitting the table never stopped. The two silver fox guards wanted to help but couldn't see the ghostly movements of Yang Ping'an and his companion.

"Tushan Honghong, if you don't stop, I won't be polite!" Yang Ping'an was not a Taoist who specialized in strength, so when he went head-to-head with a powerful demon like Tushan Honghong, he could only rely on his agile movements to dodge and weave.

Tu Shan Honghong's eyes were cold, and she swung her fists with great force, smashing them towards Yang Ping'an.

"You asked for this." Yang Ping'an's eyes turned cold when he saw that Tu Shan Honghong had no intention of stopping.

Yang Ping'an did not use his magic when he fought with Tu Shan Honghong. Now that Tu Shan Honghong is not listening to human words, Yang Ping'an is no longer being kind to her.

"Boom!!!" Yang Ping'an's immense magical power erupted instantly, creating a massive wave of intense magical energy.

"Clang~" Tu Shan Honghong, who was right next to him, was the first to be hit and was thrown away with a muffled groan. The tsunami-like magical power hit her in the face, and Tu Shan Honghong was caught off guard. She was so dizzy that she saw stars.

Yang Ping'an pressed his advantage, wielding his blazing golden sword without mercy, unleashing a scorching slash dozens of meters long straight at Tu Shan Honghong. Tu Shan Honghong raised her hand, her two insulated claws enveloped in red demonic power, reaching out to grab the tangible sword energy.

The moment Tu Shan Honghong's claws made contact with the golden sword energy, her indifferent expression changed instantly. The scorching fire energy broke through the limitations of the insulating claws, and streams of fire energy tried to drill into her palms.

Yang Ping'an leaped into the air, raised his sword finger and traced the spine of the sword. Golden liquid-like light shimmered in the cloud patterns, and the dazzling golden divine light illuminated the world.

Outside Tushan City, it was as if a brand new sun had risen. The monsters inside the city looked up at the sky out of curiosity, and the next moment they cried out in pain, covered their eyes with their hands, fell to the ground, rolled around and howled.

"Ouch, my eyes! It hurts!"

"I can't see!"

"Mom! I'm blind!" A large number of monsters were blinded by the blazing sun, and the city of Tushan was filled with cries of agony and howls of agony.

Despite the pain, Tu Shan Honghong forcefully deflected the sword light, which sliced ​​off half of the mountaintop, pushing her onto the river. Before she could even catch her breath, a destructive surge of magical power appeared above her head.

"Tu Shan Hong Hong, take this!" Yang Ping An gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, the sword gleaming with a dazzling light. Tu Shan Hong Hong strained her eyes to see, her demonic heart sinking instantly; that blazing sun was no ordinary attack.

The dazzling sun was merely an illusion formed by the convergence of sword light condensed to its ultimate form. The dense array of sword lights made Tu Shan Honghong's scalp tingle; she was nearly injured by even one of them. But behind her lay the home she was protecting, her sister, relatives, and subordinates were all in the city, and she could not tolerate anyone causing destruction.

"Have mercy! Sister, retreat quickly!" Just as the sun, half a meter in diameter, was falling into the mortal world, an anxious voice entered the battlefield, and two petite figures, one in red and one in green, appeared at the end of the city wall.

Yang Ping'an remained unmoved, still holding his sword, but did not make another move, his eyes fixed on Tu Shan Honghong below.

Hearing her two younger sisters' voices, Tu Shan Honghong knew she couldn't respond to Tu Shan Rongrong and the other girl in the face of the imminent danger. Looking at the sun drawing ever closer in her pupils, Tu Shan Honghong took a deep breath, channeling all her demonic power into her Insulating Claws. With a death-defying resolve, she raised her claws, intending to use her flesh and blood to intercept the attack.

"Rongrong, Yaya, goodbye." Tushan Honghong felt a sense of reluctance, but also a sense of relief and letting go of everything.

"Sister! No!" Tu Shan Ya Ya cried out as she jumped off the city wall, while Tu Shan Rong Rong used her demon power to fly towards Tu Shan Hong Hong, who was about to be swallowed by the sun.

"Troublesome." Yang Ping'an frowned suddenly while flying in mid-air. He swung his sword to change the direction of the sun, and the sun, radiating terrifying heat, plummeted straight into the river in front of the city tower.

"Thank you." A figure that only Yang Ping'an could see appeared in front of him. It had white hair and white clothes, and wore a black centipede decoration on its head. It looked a bit naive.

"We're even. I didn't do that thing in the secret story willingly," Yang Ping'an said to him with a frown, then looked at him with disdain. "The Third Young Master of Aolai Kingdom actually dressed up like this. Aren't you ashamed?"

"Likewise, didn't you also hide your cultivation level?" Gao Dazhuang covered his mouth and yawned sleepily.

"You can continue playing, I won't bother you anymore." After rescuing the three Tu Shan Hong Hong sisters, Gao Dazhuang didn't linger any longer. After saying that, he turned into a golden light and disappeared.

Yang Ping'an carefully probed back and forth with his divine sense several times, and only after confirming that he had really left did he relax his tense nerves. While Yang Ping'an and Gao Dazhuang were talking, no one except Yang Ping'an saw Gao Dazhuang.

"I'm still not as strong as them!" Yang Ping'an sighed inwardly, and continued to look down at the commotion below.

Tu Shan Honghong kept her eyes tightly shut, her hands raised in front of her, despite the terrifyingly high temperature, but she felt no intense pain. All she could hear was the hissing sound of evaporation, and large amounts of scalding steam rose up, soaking her to the bone as if she were inside a steamer.

Tu Shan Honghong couldn't help but open her eyes. She saw the scorched riverbed in front of her. The surrounding river water was flowing back into this cavity, creating countless waves. The terrifying residual heat caused the backflowing river water to evaporate visibly, and it was slow to fill the riverbed.

I like the myth of Da Luo, which started with the fox spirit.