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And this is only the first step.

Not to mention that after entering the basics, to perform this technique, one needs to use a mortal body to unleash the ultimate power of heaven and earth, supplemented by divine weapons and sharp blades, to draw down divine lightning from the nine heavens.

If you can't control yourself before you can injure the enemy, you'll kill yourself first.

It is even more damaging than the Seven Injury Fist.

Therefore, for hundreds of years, almost no one on Longhu Mountain has been willing to cultivate.

After all, his own Five Thunder Orthodox Method was stable to cultivate and powerful, not much worse than the Divine Sword Thunder Control True Technique.

Those who are capable of cultivation specialize in the Five Thunder Orthodox Method, while those who are not capable cannot cultivate it.

Therefore, this powerful thunder technique was shelved and gradually forgotten.

If he hadn't spent his days wandering around the various libraries on Longhu Mountain with nothing better to do, he wouldn't have known that Longhu Mountain still held the treasure-guarding method of the Taiji Xuanqing lineage from hundreds of years ago.

Cao Ze silently recalled the Divine Sword Thunder Control Manual he had read back then.

I am well aware of the difficulty in mastering this extraordinary sword technique.

Why did the Taiji Xuanqing Dao lineage decline to the point of disbanding?

Ultimately, since this sword technique was created, countless disciples have died under its own Thunder Control Sword Technique.

Those qualified to practice this sword technique are all exceptionally talented individuals.

Even so, in the past thousand years, fewer than five people have been able to successfully cultivate it.

However, every person who succeeds in cultivation is a renowned figure in the martial arts world. In modern times, they could even rival the legendary Tian Tong Dao Ren, the Old Celestial Master.

Crossing borders is no small matter.

Cao Ze silently repeated it three times, and after confirming that he hadn't missed anything, he slowly exhaled a long breath.

Thunderstorms are a rare and unpredictable event.

The only thing that's certain is that there will definitely be thunder on the day of the Awakening of Insects.

However, as the first blast of the year, the rolling thunder that awakens spring, if I, a mere newbie, dare to ignite it, I'm afraid I'll turn into an electric roast chicken.

Cao Ze felt a little regretful that the Moon Goddess was not there.

According to the Black and White Sisters, this woman's weather forecasting skills are quite accurate.

It would be great if there were a grandmaster to protect us.

Unfortunately, none of that is realistic.

The Taoist Beimingzi was drinking tea on Mount Taiyi, the Confucian Xunzi was playing chess on the back mountain of Xiaoshengxianzhuang, and the Yin-Yang School's Donghuang Taiyi was...

Thinking of Donghuang Taiyi, Cao Ze's heart stirred. He wondered if the old guy had been beaten to death by the Mo family.

At this moment.

South of Xianyang, a hundred miles away, lies the Zhongnan Mountains.

The area at the foot of Mount Taiyi is now extremely lively.

The Moon Goddess controlled the Dragon's Roaming Qi, quickly cooperating with the Yin-Yang School disciples to kill the Mohists who had surrounded them.

Her once exquisite and beautiful face was now stained with blood.

The sky-blue veil that she used to maintain her mystery has long since disappeared.

She hadn't expected the Mo family to act so swiftly.

Even if they risked crossing from the Taoist Taiyi Mountain to Xianyang in order to conceal their tracks.

The Mohists still managed to track them down in a short period of time.

Ultimately, it was Qin Mo, who was active within the Qin territory, who provided intelligence to Chu Mo.

The only saving grace now is that, compared to tens of thousands of Mohist wandering knights, only a thousand Mohists have entered Qin.

But the Moon Goddess knew very well that from now on, every step she took on her journey to Xianyang, a hundred miles away, would be stained with blood.

Donghuang Taiyi formed a hand seal and crushed a Mohist who had just reached the second-rate acquired realm.

"Donghuang Taiyi!"

A loud shout came from afar.

The Six-Fingered Black Knight, clad in a black robe, fluttered in the north wind.

Soon it came from afar and approached, landing

His eyes gleamed as he stared directly at Donghuang Taiyi, coldly declaring, "Today I will burn your coat rack!"

Like the Six-Fingered Black Knight, Donghuang Taiyi was also covered by a black robe. However, because of his tall stature and slender build, he looked very much like a coat hanger from a distance.

He wasn't annoyed by this, as the story of how the novelist nicknamed him "Coat Rack" had already spread far and wide.

The anger that was meant to be felt, and the people who deserved to be killed, have already been killed.

"Six Fingers, how have you been?"

Donghuang Taiyi was surrounded by a pale golden dragon aura, constantly attacking the Mohists around him.

The Yin-Yang School only had a few hundred disciples, and could not afford to lose any more, so he had no choice but to personally take action.

Six-Fingered Black Knight roared, "You're asking for death!"

Donghuang Taiyi sneered, "Six Fingers, you must have exhausted a lot of internal energy from your long journey."

He could tell at a glance that the Six-Fingered Black Knight's aura was unstable.

Six-Fingered Black Knight's face was gloomy. Two days ago, he received news that he had found traces of the Yin-Yang School entering Qin.

He then led Jing Ke, Han Shen, and the three commanders of Wuyang to Puyang overnight, intending to deal with Donghuang Taiyi first before heading to Puyang.

Jing Ke and his group were a step behind him, and each step slower meant they would be even slower, taking at least an hour to arrive.

"The world is all white, only I am black. I advocate non-aggression and universal love throughout my life!"

Six-Fingered Black Knight roared, "All Mohists, heed my command! Slaughter Donghuang Taiyi with all your might, until he is dead!"

"Order!"

The roars that echoed across the mountains and plains made Donghuang Taiyi's expression change.

His mind raced.

When the Yin-Yang School entered Qin, it was essential to have its own core members.

If they all die, leaving only him, then his long-planned entry into Qin will lose its meaning.

"Does the Mohist school only know how to bully the weak with numbers?"

Donghuang Taiyi charged toward the Six-Fingered Black Knight like a black lightning bolt. Now, the only option was to try to capture the leader of the Mohist school and force these Mohists to retreat.

Six-Fingered Black Knight barely managed to block Donghuang Taiyi's dragon aura with his black eyebrows.

He had just entered the Grandmaster level. Not to mention the gap between him and a peak Grandmaster like the old master Wuming, he was even somewhat behind the veteran Grandmaster Gongsun Long.

If one were to face Donghuang Taiyi one-on-one, he would undoubtedly be defeated within ten moves.

However, the Mohists were able to survive in the chaotic world, not just by relying on individual martial prowess.

"Hear my command, Mohists! Form the Mohist formation, adhering to established rules!"

Donghuang Taiyi's expression changed slightly.

The previous Dongjun of the Yin-Yang School, a grandmaster, was trapped and killed by a hundred Mohists using a rigid and conventional formation.

Mozi, the founder of the Mohist school, created the formation to protect the State of Song.

His reputation in the martial arts world surpasses even that of the Farmer's Twenty-Four Earthly Branches.

Meanwhile, compared to the ever-changing Twenty-Four Earthly Branches of the Farmer's School, the Mogu is very conservative and has very few variations. Just like its name suggests, it has only two functions: to trap and to guard, but it uses both to the extreme.

If more than three hundred Mohists form an array, even he will face a life-or-death crisis.

Chapter 155 As long as your mindset doesn't falter, there will always be more solutions than problems.

"Moon Goddess! Stop them!"

Donghuang Taiyi's voice no longer carried its original ethereal and indifferent quality; it now sounded somewhat solemn.

"Yes!"

The moon goddess looked gloomy.

She knew that the Yin-Yang School was facing a great calamity today.

If the leader hadn't disbelieved that her senior sister was colluding with the Mo family, things wouldn't have come to this!

Thinking of this, she felt a surge of resentment.

Donghuang Taiyi instantly killed a Mo family elite.

While sticking to the old ways is powerful, the more people there are, the stronger they become.

However, just like the Twenty-Four Earthly Branches of the Farmer's School, ordinary Mohists simply cannot form such formations; only under the guidance of elite Mohist disciples can they create them.

The formation will break down on its own once enough elite disciples are killed.

Six-Fingered Black Knight clearly sensed Donghuang Taiyi's plan and led more than a dozen elite disciples of the Mo family to try to stop Donghuang Taiyi, but they were always a step too late.

Damn it!

The Six-Fingered Black Knight was secretly annoyed. Apart from him, there wasn't a single Mohist here who was a first-rate expert above the Innate Realm, making it difficult to effectively stop Donghuang Taiyi.

However, compared to the Six-Fingered Black Knight who was secretly annoyed, Donghuang Taiyi, who was killing indiscriminately, was even more irritable.

The Mohist disciples were not only fearless, but also quite capable; they quickly learned to disperse.

In order to quickly kill the elite disciples of the Mo family, he had to waste a lot of his internal energy on the way back.

They watched helplessly as small groups of Mohists formed a battle formation.

Although the Mohists who had formed a battle formation could no longer continue their attack.

However, it has become even more difficult for the disciples of the Yin-Yang School to break through from here.

Once the number of Mohist squads that form an array increases and eventually come together, I'm afraid that none of the Yin-Yang School disciples, including him, will be able to escape.