Chapter 112: Marrogath
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The gap between Shenlin and Dongzhen manifests itself in every aspect.
For instance, when the Gui Jia Bridge was broken and possibilities were erased, Jiang Wang was the first to prepare. However, in the actual confrontation, his ultimate move, "傾山" sword strike, was caught by Kun Ying Yang with a single parry.
But the Great Qi Wuan Hou was not a mere celestial apparition. His swordsmanship was divine, and his power, formidable. The unyielding Feng had already bloomed to perfection, and with the renowned Zhishen Bell in hand, he possessed the ability to harm even Daoist cultivators.
This opens up the possibility of a battle.
Although the winning rate is close to zero.
The superposition of the Fountain of Youth and the Wish-Granting Robe he possesses now, has created this moment for him, allowing him to seize the opportunity to inflict harm upon Yang Ying and make it a reality!
At this moment, Inuyasha was burning with rage, his heart filled with hatred. His left hand, enveloped in a radiant glow, contained a vast and powerful sword energy, while his right hand, shining like an arrow, shattered the celestial robe of the Ruyi thousands of times in a single breath.....
He was startled!
His face was instantly covered in cracks, radiance bursting forth from within. His body seemed to become a porcelain vessel overflowing with light, shattering with ease, and the luminescence filling the sky.
At this time, all attacks will be dodged by him unless Jiang Wang can see his "true self".
But Jiang Wang simply turned around without hesitation.
When the scattered light reassembled into the form of Inu Ashikawa, Jiang Wang's figure had once again vanished.
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That gust of wind, illuminating the sword with flames and radiating killing intent, was suddenly retracted as if nothing had happened.
But that sword strike had already shocked the true demon back!
If this scene were to be known throughout the land, it would be enough to establish Jiang Wangxun's reputation.
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Naturally, for a true demon who has been driven back, it is considered an embarrassment.
The canine reacted, reaching out with a palm strike. From him to Jiang Wang, a distance of several thousand zhang lay shrouded in darkness, deprived of natural light.
In the midst of utter darkness, Jiang Wang quietly planted the Canglong Seven Transformations as a trap—the seven spiritual seeds of Qi, desperately concealed within his Yuanqi, became strikingly clear and ludicrous.
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Guanying didn't smile. He wouldn't mock someone brave enough to face a strong enemy.
He simply manipulated the flowing light. Before the ambush of Canglong's Seven Transformations erupted, he shattered them. At this moment, he stood in mid-air, yet contained everything. All the brilliance between heaven and earth surged towards him endlessly.
The might of the true demon shook the world, and even Jiang Wang couldn't help but be drawn by its gaze. He turned his head and looked back at him!
The distance between Kuang Yingyang and Jiang Wang had plunged into utter darkness, like a pitch-black corridor in the world of Shenxiao. Kuang Yingyang strode down the corridor, extending his finger to twitch, stirring up the only remaining light in this darkness—Jiang Wang's crimson eyes, the glow of the Zhāo Yì sword, the frost-covered white glow, the fiery red glow, and even the Tianfu light burning in his chest!
With these five lights against the five elements, we counterattack Jiang Wang!
There once was a young prodigy from the Celestial Empire named Jiang Limeng. He obtained the divine power of the Siyao God, becoming the Lord of Light and shining brightly on the Guanhe Terrace.
Of course, Jiang Wang had not forgotten and had long since studied how to counter it. After a brief clash with Qu Yingyang, he had secretly made preparations.
But the control of sunlight by Kun Ying was direct, reaching the level of rules, and didn't even involve divine powers. It completely pierced through his preparations!
His celestial light strangled the five realms, his crimson light pierced through his flames, his frostlight countered his chaotic winds, his sword light attacked his own blade, tearing at his immortal robes, and his gaze aimed for his eyes!
Primal energy was completely in chaos, and all arts related to primal energy could no longer function.
In this pitch-black environment, Jiang Wang's light became Jiang Wang's cocoon. His swiftly flying form stopped in mid-air for a moment, bound by the light and wounded by it!
It is not a matter of contention, but it is undeniable that it is difficult to guard against.
The blazing light between his chest and abdomen pounded against Jiang Wang's torso like a sieve.
Even the magical garment of Ruyi couldn't stop it, and Xuan Tian Su Li Gong was ineffective against it.
The frost outside melts, and the red fire fades away.
The longing cries were loud and ringing, struck by the sword light so fiercely that it was impossible to hold on, like a small boat on a raging sea, ready to be swept away at any moment.
>Luckily there's the fountain of youth!
The azure ageless jade bead continuously supplies vitality.
His physical injuries instantly recovered, and the Ruyi Immortal Garment fluttered once more.
With all the flames extinguished, Jiang Wang turned around, drawing his sword. As he shook the chime of Zhiwen, he bent like the Big Dipper, becoming the dipper's bowl while Chang Xiangsi became its handle.
Above, no starlight; below, no swordlight.
Only the chilling cold front can pierce the darkness, for winter reigns supreme throughout the land!
Just as the light of day pierced through the darkness, the sword in In-yang's hand met a shadow blade. He immediately grasped the radiance and channeled it into the corridor. The radiant light within the dark passage formed its own sword, clashing with the shadowy blade in a flurry of over ten strikes.
In the fourth round, Jiang Wang's left abdomen was pierced. In the ninth round, he almost had his neck cut. By the thirteenth round, his sword-wielding wrist was nearly severed!
The peerless swordsmanship of the younger generation of divine cultivators was simply unable to withstand Yin Yingyang's power.
By the time one reaches the level of a true demon, they don't look at techniques, but at rules.
Even the most perfect sword techniques, if they do not align with the fundamental principles of this world, will have flaws at the level of rules.
But what should have put the dog under Yang on guard was that Jiang Wang was not just trying to exchange injuries for injuries relying on the recovery given by the Fountain of Youth. Even though the battle was fierce and perilous, he never acted recklessly.
Jiang Wang's exchange of injuries for injuries involved trading his own severe wounds for a fatal one. In the process of this exchange, he rapidly became familiar with the sensation of battling real demons!
Ordinary divine cultivators, of course, cannot do this.
And not to mention how many times a Divine Manifestation cultivator died during the process of "familiarity". Divine Manifestation cultivators who wanted to "familiarize" themselves with the battle styles of true demons faced an abyss in terms of vision and a barrier in cognition!
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And these…were erased by the bell of knowing.
What a darling!
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The dog, with a flick of its sun-shining sword, aimed to cut down the bronze bell.
Jiang Wang, however, pressed forward with a sword aimed at the vital points, assuming an appearance of desperation—more reckless than simply chopping off his head!
The dog should be stripped of its abilities, have its limbs severed, and subjected to the most agonizing torment imaginable in this world.
With the support of Gu Lao Yu Zhu, Jiang Wang was almost made into an unkillable being, with no possibility of being dismembered. As a world treasure and mythical jewel, even though its long years of accumulated essence could not revive itself, it was more than enough to support Jiang Wang, a god-ranked expert.
Although his realm was suppressed and swordsmanship was crushed, the insights given by the incessant ringing of the bell still allowed Jiang Wang to understand the true demonic techniques. He firmly guarded the Bell of Knowing and the Jade Pearl of Immortality.
As for Yu, constantly wounding and crippling his opponents was undoubtedly a form of torment. Yet, looking into Jiang Wang's steadfast gaze, he increasingly felt as if the one enduring the torment was himself.
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He repeatedly shattered Jiang Wang's sword defense, cutting open the Ruyi Immortal Garment again and again, breaking through the Xuan Tian Su Li Gong, then shattering Jiang Wang's golden body jade marrow. Then he watched with his own eyes as these quickly recovered and started anew.
Of course, even Zhiwen Zhong and the Immortal Jade are just external objects. A true demon of this era wouldn't struggle to find a way to truly eliminate their opponents. All he needs is to see through the truth of time and truly grasp this world!
A secluded corridor stretches into the sky, within it lies a battleground of life and death.
And this corridor kept stretching, becoming longer and wider.
The more light that consumed the entire Shenxiao world, the darker it became.
Ling Xi Hua was still crawling on the mountain path when she heard Xiong San Si shout out the name "Tiger Taisui," and seeing Tiger Taisui's self-proclaimed title of "Three Evils Jie Jun" met with Ling's father.
Although the spirit father possessed the spider silk, although the spirit father did not look at him.
He had lost an arm, been slashed by Jiang Wang, his courage broken. His body was already weak from these factors, so he didn't rush out to fight alongside his father at once.
Without loyalty and bravery, one cannot truly be considered a good person.
The material father, he could understand.
When even the powerful Father Spirit subdued Xiong Sansi, a genuine demon warrior, he felt compelled to voice his thoughts. As he was formulating his words, another unexpected turn of events occurred: the Father Spirit schemed to seize control of the Divine Platform, prompting all the gods to rise up and attack him.
The spiritual father is truly confused!
In the demon realm, one shouldn't make an enemy of the ancient imperial city. The spirit race will still have to make a living here afterwards—if we truly want to oppose them, we should wait until the spirit race's wings are full, right
The Spirit Father slew the gods with his gaze, and wherever he looked, their statues crumbled.
This made him involuntarily straighten his back.
When Xuan Nan Gong manipulated the deities, he directly confronted Ling Father in a battle.
He crawled back down.
Until a certain moment, the divine statues that had risen from the Heavenly Demon Altar to attack suddenly ceased their assault.
The true demon spider silk controlled by the Spirit Father suddenly went still.
Then his eyes glazed over, the terrifying aura vanished, leaving only a decaying corpse that tumbled from the Altar of Sealing Gods, plunging into the boundless sea of clouds.
What happened!
Ling Xi Hua was inexplicably terrified.
It got dark.
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The true demonic dog, Ying Yang's absorption of sunlight, continued here and spread throughout the entire sacred mountain and even farther beyond.
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The matter of killing that fake monk from Mount Sumeru, Yin Yang Dog should be fine with it. He doesn’t really care… What’s terrible is that Spirit Father's plan has failed! Where will the Spirit Race go Where will I go
Those statues didn't disappear, instead each one flew back to the Heavenly Demon Altar, roughly forming some kind of formation, standing solemnly around the bronze cauldron—their intentions unknown.
Ling Xihu looked blankly at the gloomy sky. The light had been extinguished, as if her gaze was being pulled away, with a hint of unseen terror. Her eyes fell below to Chai A Si on the mountain path across from her, always clutching his rusty iron sword, very tense and cautious.
For some reason, the stance of him wielding a sword reminded him of that monk from Mount Sumeru. There were quite a few similarities.
His gaze continued to shift until it settled on Xiong Sanshi in the sea of clouds.
Still there, he was, struggling and suffering ceaselessly - Xiong Sans thought. The demonic arts of the celestial fiend had not yet vanished.
Looking at his body, twitching non-stop, with spiritual energy constantly emanating from him... Ling XiHua suddenly stood up, took a few steps, and picked up a slender sword from the ground—it was one of the two slender swords that Zhu Xuan had dropped.
For some reason, he wanted to help this person find release.
He certainly wasn't a good person, and he didn't have any feelings for Xiong Sanshi.
But this feeling, it's hard to explain.
But it stopped there.
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Because at this moment, in the one eye of Xiong Sanshi that could still control itself... blood and tears welled up at the corner of his eyes, and a black dot appeared. The black dot grew into a little black worm.
The faith worms bestowed by the empty existence of the deer in this age of Dharma's end!
At that moment, when responding to the call of time, Xiong Sanshi had locked onto the three wicked bandits. However, he did not exhaust his power, and without Xiong Sanshi's knowledge, one remained.
At this moment, leaping into the high heavens, weaving shadows, transforming into an unseen Night Bodhisattva!
Hundreds of statues surrounding the Heavenly Demon Altar suddenly turned, each on high alert.
The Night Bodhisattva simply raised her hand to stop him, uttering a mystical, empty sound: "Mind your own business, Xuan Nan Gong. Whether you call upon spirits or do anything else, the Buddha will not interfere."
This voice was nothing like his arrogant, playful, and malicious one in Moyun City. Instead, it was deep, wise, and compassionate.
Then the gods turned back.
And he bowed his head, gazing down at the figure tossing and turning in the sea of clouds with anguish, and sighed: "Why bother"
He had been in contact with Xiong Sanshi long ago, and even Shugalan didn't know the ins and outs of it. This was another move he made in the Shenxiao world.
"The power of this cicada cannot withstand the Tiger Tai Sui, I am too late."
He was explaining why he only appeared after the Tiger's year ended.
But Xiong San seemed to hear nothing, his whole body twitching incessantly. Even his mouth was twisted into a grotesque grimace, with blood frothing from the corners.
From the level of spiritual power displayed by Xīng, it's clear that Xiong Sī has already lost his five senses. Right now, all his strength and will are being opposed by another part of his own power within his body.
The Tiger Tai Sui's strategy was one of infinite cycles, a force that constantly battled against Xiong Sanshi's own will. This opposing force, however, drew strength from Xiong Sanshi's resistance itself. In other words, the more fiercely Xiong Sanshi struggled, the stronger the power he needed to resist became.
The harder you try, the more painful it becomes. The more you struggle, the more you torment yourself.
...and he himself did not know....
He actually thought his struggle could restrain a portion of the power of the Tiger Deity, so he endured the pain with such firmness even when none of his five senses could be maintained!
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It's unknown what Tiger Tai Sui is trying to forge, or what means he employs. However, regardless of the outcome, all this has nothing to do with him now.
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The sound of deer's emptiness exists beyond the five senses.
He continued in Xiong Sanshi's consciousness, "Is it worth it The person you want to help, the comrade-in-arms you want to stand beside, he doesn't even know you're fighting for him here, or even who you are. Even everything you do is completely useless! Mere divine presence can't escape the hunt of true demons."
Xiong Sansi's body trembled violently, like an electric shock. He twisted his features, struggling in a truly gritted-teeth way, struggling, struggling, until finally he let out a voice from his throat: "I am... human!"
He didn't seem to answer directly, but he answered everything.
A man stands firm, supporting the sky!
From ancient times to the present, all those who have fought for the future of mankind, everything they have done boils down to three words - "do one's best"!
Though human capacity is limited, one should always do their best.
Ling Xi Hua and Chai A Si looked up at the Night Bodhisattva from different locations.
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And the Night Bodhisattva still gazed at Xiong Sanshi, hands clasped in a dark lotus seal. In a voice filled with compassion, she said: "Fool! I know your thousand woes and ten thousand hardships. Now, as you sail across the sea of suffering, you finally see the other shore... I've come to save you."
The demon-master Ru Lai has attained enlightenment, and his teachings are widespread in the degenerate Dharma ending age.
">In the time of Dharma's decline, demons wear Buddha's robes. With worldly and mundane hearts, they crave the adornments of the five senses, polluting this world with five transgressions!"
> In the Age of Dharma's End, it is not like the time of the Correct Dharma. > To save sentient beings from suffering and remove their afflictions, one needs a thunderbolt-like power.
Under the seat of the Buddha, there were eight ghosts and gods.
One day the ghosts, two days the gods, three days the Rakshasas, four days the Kaphalis, five days the Pandevas, six days the Apsarasas, seven days the Garudas, eight days...the Marakarnas!
As promised, I show you the path. Think carefully and honestly, will you enter my Black Lotus Temple From this point forward, you and your entire clan shall receive the supreme good Dharma, practice the righteous path to protect all living beings, and be known by the name Mahārōcana! At the final stage of Dharma's fruition, do you accept this fate
On the platform of the celestial demon altar, a figure had already reached the bronze cauldron and was placing something resembling a statue into it. I couldn't help but glance over.
The other landing spot of the empty space of the deer, it turns out to be taking the tiger's auspicious year fruit! To turn the entire Spirit Clan into demons!
What a pathetic sight! bun, like a bald hamster, blinking his eyes: "Didn't we say you were going to stay here for a while""I run such a large restaurant here, making a fortune every day. With so much wealth, could I possi...