Chapter 38: The Underworld and the Kunpeng

In the Yuxu Palace of Kunlun Mountain Daochang, Guangchengzi and others are studying how to resist the eastward expansion of Buddhism when suddenly they are shocked by the purple air that descends from the Infinite Void Path.
"No, hurry and aid Master Bo!"
"As the head of Taoism, Guangchengzi naturally knows about Laozi's birth, but the exact time and location are not so clear. However, once this chaotic purple energy emerges, it can be immediately inferred through its aura."
Although the distance is far, whether Laozi's birth is smooth or not determines the fate of Taoism in the chaos. There is no second choice. Immediately, Guangchengzi, Yunzhongzi, Yuding Taoist, and a group of Daluo Golden Immortals rush to Kuxian in Nanzhou, South Chu.
Similar situations are happening in Daluo Mountain, Heaven, the Netherworld, and the Western Pure Land.
However, in Daluo Mountain, it is Duobao Daoist flying towards Nanchu, while in Heaven, the Great Emperor of the South Pole leads a group of immortals to descend to the mortal world.
Two saints from the Western Pure Land saw the purple qi of the primordial chaos and felt a stir in their hearts. Just as they were about to set off, they saw a yellowish flag and four cold-glowing swords blocking their way outside the Western Pure Land.
"Two fellow Daoists, we have come to discuss with you." The Primordial Heavenly Venerable and the Transcendent Master of the Celestial Teaching revealed their figures.
Meanwhile, in the Netherworld, the Netherworld Teaching's Lord Dizang Bodhisattva led countless Buddha soldiers to engage in a full-scale war against the Netherworld Blood Sea.
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In the small mountain village of Kuxian, Nanzhou, as if to verify the Emperor Xin's statement, there were several long roars, and countless primordial cultivators, monsters, and demon generals once again rushed forward crazily, only to be blocked by the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda.
And behind them, there were faint figures emerging, obviously some cultivators with profound cultivation had arrived. These cultivators were observing the scene, preparing to find an opportunity to make a move.
Those low-level cultivators attacked wildly, but they couldn't break through the illusory shadow of the Celestial Xuan Huang Linglong Pagoda. That illusory shadow is not a simple illusion, but the supernatural power of the Linglong Pagoda, which suppresses heaven and earth.
After a quarter of an hour, more and more new monks arrived, and the low-level monks on the scene also launched a frenzied attack. Because the virtual image of the pagoda only defended without attacking, it further boosted their morale. Fortunately, it was a close call, and the towering tower still stood there.
Xuandu took a deep breath, if he could maintain this state, it would definitely not be a problem to persist for a few hours.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Just as he finished thinking, the sky suddenly darkened and a huge figure appeared out of nowhere.
Only a nine-headed monster bird with wings spread out for thousands of feet, with a pair of iron claws like ten iron pillars, reached out towards the virtual image of the treasure pagoda. From the imposing momentum, it was obviously at the peak level of Da Luo Golden Immortal, and it was the ancient demonic saint, Ghost Chariot.
同时又有一道黑光，带动四周风云，卷起一道旋涡，以迅雷不及掩耳之势往宝塔虚影撞去，竟然要借众修围攻之势强攻玲珑塔，看模样正是魔族圣使黑莲。
"Bang bang bang!"
With several consecutive attacks from the two powerful Da Luo Golden Immortals, the phantom of the Pagoda, after all, was not a real Pagoda. It swayed for a moment and finally shattered. The Ghost Car and the Black Lotus swiftly retreated, once again making the motley crew act as vanguards.
Seeing that Xuandu was still hesitating, Di Xin drew out the Xuan Yuan Sword and silently chanted a word. His figure flew into the crowd of cultivators around him, and a yellow light flashed, accompanied by cries that filled the air. In just a few moments, the surroundings became calm.
Emperor Xin returned to the side of the cottage again, holding the golden and dazzling Xuan Yuan sword in his hand, with no expression on his face.
Looking around again, I saw that the broken corpses and limbs were strewn all over the ground, piled up in some places, and the blood was flowing everywhere. Within these few moments, thousands of cultivators had died under the Xuan Yuan sword.
Perhaps it was the fierce aura that dispersed the sinister energy, and the remaining onlookers gradually regained their senses, looking at the scene before them, their hearts tightening.
"Emperor Xin, by committing such slaughter, aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"
A black figure flew out from among the monks, and it was none other than the Dark Lotus, the holy envoy of the Demon Realm.
"Hmph, haven't you had enough of the lesson from last time? Have you come here to seek death again?"
Emperor Xin looked disdainfully at the Dark Lotus. According to reason, the destruction of the Dark Lotus and the merit Golden Lotus were both split from the Primordial Green Lotus. Why does this guy feel a little weak?
However, this guy came really fast. It seems that the Demon Realm and the Yao Clan may have been watching nearby. Come to think of it, Xuan Du's extravagant use of Huangzhong plum doesn't seem like he was trying to hide it from others.
"You dare to be so arrogant? The Hongmeng Purple Qi is the foundation of the Great Dao. How can you, ants, resist the power of the entire Primordial World?"
The Black Lotus Saint sneered, "This is not instigation. Which cultivator in the Primordial World doesn't desire the Hongmeng Purple Qi? Even Emperor Xin is thinking about it. Bring me a bunch of that purple Qi!"
Unfortunately, this purple energy belongs to Laozi and Di Xin definitely wouldn't try to seize it. And now, as the guardian, I have to protect it for Laozi. Perhaps this is the charm of the Dao.
While the two were talking, four more Daluo Jinxian cultivators appeared in the field, namely the ancient Yao Saint Bai Ze, Shang Yang, Ji Meng, and another saint envoy from the demon realm, Black Dragon.
Six people divided into two teams, glanced at each other, and suddenly burst into a wild roar, with the six people attacking Xuan Du and Di Xin at the same time.
Xuan Du, at this moment, had a sky-hanging Xuan Huang Linglong Pagoda on top of his head, holding a Taiqing Dust Whisk and a Flaming Flag suspended in the air, resembling a human-shaped defense tower.
Emperor Xin had already summoned the Five Elements Fan to protect himself. He held the Xuanyuan Sword in his left hand and clenched his fist in his right hand, facing the Black Lotus, Ghost Cart, and Ji Meng.
The Ghost Cart and Ji Meng have now revealed their true forms, a nine-headed bird monster and a dragon-headed humanoid with bird claws. They spew water, fire, wind, and smoke from their mouths while constantly clawing and attacking with their iron claws.
Unfortunately, the Five Elements Fan contains the five elements, which interact with each other, and blocks all the attacks of the two Great Demon Saints. As for the Iron Claws, they are not strong enough to break through Emperor Xin's physical body.
After the last battle, the Black Lotus Saint has become more cautious this time and no longer confronts Emperor Xin head-on. Instead, they transform into countless black smoke, surrounding Emperor Xin and constantly launching sneak attacks when he is distracted.
Emperor Xin initially didn't pay much attention, but after a while he realized that the destructive black aura from the Holy Black Lotus still had a corrosive effect on his body. He then began to use his sword with his right hand to constantly guard against sneak attacks.
In the eight-person battle, the two teams were divided into two groups. Both Emperor Xin and Xuan Dou were individually stronger than any of the six others in terms of their magical tools and techniques. However, they struggled in group battles. Fortunately, all they needed to do now was to delay the time, and they managed to cope with it.
"Emperor Xin, I am here to assist you!"
In the midst of the chaos, a voice sounded, and it was General Xuantian, one of the Four Holy Generals of the North Pole. It turned out that he had just returned to Mount Taihe, not far from here, and had rushed over.
"Xuan Du, open the formation, Xuan Tian, come in and replace Qiongxiao Fairy!"
Emperor Xin hurriedly shouted and took the initiative to retreat into the formation, while Xuan Du naturally also retreated into the formation to cooperate.
Xuan Tian was also led into the formation by two people, and he summoned the Seven-Star Soapy Flag to guard outside the house, replacing Qiong Xiao Fairy.
The Twelve Heavenly Immortal Array and the Taiji Clearness Array radiated light, instantly blocking the Four Great Demon Saints and the Two Great Holy Envoys outside the formation.
Six people looked at the great formation, feeling hesitant for a moment. These two great formations were famous in the primordial era, and they estimated that it would be difficult for them to break through with just six of them.
"Hmph, are we really going to be stopped by a mere formation?"
Just at this moment, another cultivator flew over and before he arrived, a powerful killing intent made everyone tremble. They looked up and saw a cultivator wearing blood-red robes, carrying a pair of giant swords on his back and a pale face, descending from the sky.
"Minghe Laozu, you're also stepping into this mess?"
"Of course, you several Demon Sages came, how could I not come? Could it be that you've already reserved the Hongmeng Purple Qi for yourselves?"
"Not bad, it was indeed reserved by us!"
As the words fell, another cultivator wearing a black Taoist robe and having the same pale complexion flew over, followed by four other cultivators who were also at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.
The Dark River Lord looked at Kunpeng and the Eight Great Demon Saints on the scene, and sneered.
"Kunpeng, aren't you afraid of getting your tongue flashed by the strong wind? Your demon race is mobilizing all your forces this time, aren't you afraid of having your lair taken away?"
"Our Demon Master Palace is located in a snowy region, and I doubt anyone would have any ideas, but there's this Underworld Blood Sea, where I've heard there's an Underworld Cult Master constantly scheming."
"One sentence that left the Underworld Cult Master speechless."
"How about it? Shall we work together?"
Seeing that Minghe did not speak, Kunpeng knew he had struck a sensitive spot and proposed with a smile.
"Good, let's make it swift and decisive. The Purple Aura belongs to the more capable one!"
After being taught by the master of the Ming River, the Emperor of Kunpeng no longer wanted to waste words and only wanted to obtain the purple gas of Hongmeng as soon as possible to return to the Blood Sea. The two instantly formed an alliance.