Chapter 342: Surrender too early, one finger

The three of them seemed to have come in a hurry, and all looked a little embarrassed.

Master Chengkong was covered in a layer of golden light, faint and illusory. There was also a cloud of celebration above his head. On the cloud, quiet bamboos swayed in the wind, and there were a few more dead leaves on them than before.

The endless grandeur of Leiyin Temple is even more extraordinary. Behind it appears a barefoot Buddha. Sounds of Sanskrit chanting and prayers can be heard all around the Buddha, as if hundreds of millions of people are worshipping and praying for blessings.

It’s just that the Buddha’s light on the Buddha is a little dim and flickering, and there’s a sense of lag as if the spiritual power signal is bad.

Xie Qingxue, on the other hand, was still calm and aloof. She looked no different from before. She just looked at Uncle Pang and the others curiously, and seemed to be quite interested in the Zhoutian Divine Thunder Array.

In fact, it wasn't just her. The three of them were all unconsciously attracted to this fairy formation - after all, they knew most of these people before, and knew what kind of people they were. To be arrogant, they were not taken seriously by Master Chengkong and the others.

But it’s different this time!

The twenty-four Nascent Souls stepping on the immortal formation can actually exert the power of the God Transformation.

Although now, this faceless thunder god is still very weak and does not pose much threat to them.

But what if there are 240 of them? What if... the Nine Mountains Sect has an even more powerful immortal formation?

A genius who crossed borders to fight was certainly terrifying, but they had seen it before, or even they were one.

But a method of fighting across borders is even more terrifying! The shock in Master Chengkong's expression was due to the situation on the field, and the other nine points were almost all due to the potential of the Nine Mountains Immortal Formation!

Master Chengkong looked towards the Nine Mountain Realm. Not only him, but Xie Qingxue beside him also looked in the same direction with a thoughtful look in her eyes. They were even thinking of the same person:

One of them, although still hiding in the Nine Mountains Realm, is the person behind this immortal formation!

Another thought came to Master Chengkong's mind: Although the immortal formation was already shocking enough, it seemed that this was not the Jiushan Sect, at least not all of Zheng Fa.

Thinking of this, his eyes became even deeper.

Zheng Fa, who was hiding in the Nine Mountains Realm at the moment, had a mysterious feeling in his heart of just sitting back and watching the situation unfold...

Zheng Fa was also very puzzled when he saw him looking in his direction - No, why are you looking at me? You are looking at that Yin-Yang Rakshasa!

He is running away!

Fuck him!

After Master Chengkong appeared, the ones who reacted the fastest were not others, but Yin Yang Rakshasa.

"Rakshasa!" White smoke billowed out of the mouth of a giant snake behind the eight-snake giant, obscuring everyone's consciousness and vision.

He used his spiritual sense to urgently ask Yin Yang Luosha, "What should we do?"

"…The Holy Ancestor will revive you."

"That's right... No, what about you?"

The eyes on the face of the eight-snake giant widened, and the eyes of the eight giant snakes behind him also became round, like sixteen light bulbs that could not illuminate the doubts in his heart.

The ferocious half of the Yin-Yang Rakshasa's face curled up the corners, and then let out a roar full of anger.

The eighteen eyes of the Eight Snake Giant suddenly filled with scarlet blood. He turned around and ran towards the Faceless Thunder God behind him with unparalleled courage, still roaring:

"Yin! Yang! Luo! Sha!"

The giant shouted the names of his companions and launched a desperate charge, as if he was going to cover the rear. This gave Zheng Fa a deep shock - are the members of the Demon Cult so loyal to their comrades?

"The most powerful thing about Yin Yang Rakshasa is his ability to arouse thoughts." The Blood River Patriarch at the side said, as if explaining to him, "The left cheek controls desires, and the right cheek controls anger. When he attacks with all his strength, he is in the state of incarnation. It is easy to be attacked if you are not prepared."

Zheng Fa understood:

He didn't know whether the Eight Snake Giants regarded Yin-Yang Rakshasa as a comrade.

But Yin Yang Rakshasa obviously didn't regard the Eight Snake Giants as human beings...

Zheng Fa hurriedly urged the Sun and Moon Bells, and the dragons and snakes in the Thunder Pool danced wildly, entwining the Yin and Yang Rakshasas, trying to entangle this person.

Senior Sister Zhang was not idle either. Nine Mountains rose again and smashed towards the Yin-Yang Rakshasa.

But the Yin-Yang Rakshasa was trying to escape for his life at this time, so he naturally no longer held back. His body split in half, becoming divided into a man and a woman. The man was hideous and ugly, while the woman was delicate and beautiful. The man's face was filled with anger, and his body swelled up dramatically, standing upright, and he managed to push away the thunder that was wrapped around his body. When he saw the Nine Mountains flying towards him, he lifted up his palm and actually held the Nine Mountains in his hand like a toy.

However, the man's face was also filled with dark energy, and he seemed to be at the end of his strength.

The woman took the opportunity to fly away.

The bravery of Yin Yang Rakshasa was beyond the expectations of Zheng Fa and Senior Sister Zhang. They saw that this person was about to disappear into the darkness and escape.

"Send, fellow Taoist, to the afterlife!"

Master Chengkong finally made his move. With a soft chant from him, the Qingjing Bamboo tilted slightly, and tiny glows like golden sand sprinkled on the leaves.

The poisonous smoke from the mouths of the eight giant snakes suddenly stopped.

The Eight Snake Giant's face also calmed down.

Even the darkness around began to dissipate!

So it's the right treatment? "The Pure and Quiet Bamboo... is the best at restraining my Great Freedom Holy Religion." The Blood River Patriarch explained, "My Great Freedom Holy Religion disturbs people's minds, but this bamboo can calm their minds."

"My Great Freedom Holy Religion is good at using poisonous energy, blood energy, and evil energy, and it can also clear up the world."

"According to the records of my Holy Religion, this Pure and Quiet Bamboo is the rare treasure that my Holy Ancestor fears the most."

Zheng Fa turned his head to look at the knowledgeable Xuehe Patriarch, then looked towards the battlefield.

The Eight Snake Giants seem to be awake now, but it is too late!

The Thunder God transformed by the immortal formation stabbed him in the chest with a gun. He let out a wail and a snake head behind him suddenly broke off, but the big hole in his chest was slowly disappearing.

"...The eight snakes behind Xiangliu's Dharma body have eight lives, so they are extremely difficult to kill."

Without looking back, Zheng Fa knew that it was the loyal commentator, Xuehe Patriarch, who was explaining.

Sure enough, there were no visible scars on the eight snake giants, and they just retreated backwards with their seven snake heads.

Obviously, now that he had calmed down, he was no longer willing to fight to the death.

“What they did this time has already damaged their cultivation, but the two Dharmabodhisattvas want to escape at all costs, so it is really difficult to stop them.”

The Blood River Patriarch said, his words were somewhat gloomy. Zheng Fa looked at the Blood River Patriarch and heard him explain: "The Dharmakaya is extremely difficult to kill..."

But Xie Qingxue and Wuzhi did not sit idly by, they seemed to know how difficult it was to deal with the Dharmakaya. It seemed that they had already made plans, and they no longer cared about the Yin-Yang Rakshasa that was fleeing far away, but surrounded the eight snakes nearby... the seven snake giants.

Master Chengkong joined forces with them, and in a moment, he kindly cut off three snake heads, reducing his total burden by half.

The man and woman transformed by the Yin-Yang Rakshasa merged into one again, and the whole person disappeared into the darkness.

This darkness seemed to have its own mystical qualities, making his presence felt and untraceable.

Seeing that the situation was almost settled, Zheng Fa also put his mind at ease and just looked at the Blood River Patriarch beside him with a half-smile.

This person went from being silent to chattering away. He was really too flexible.

The Blood River Patriarch had a solemn expression on his face, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Zheng Fa's eyes.

"Since the Great Free Demon Ancestor cannot be resurrected, do you want to abandon the dark and join the light?"

Zheng Fa couldn't help but ask.

"Of course not!" Blood River Patriarch said firmly, "I did not betray the Holy Ancestor!"

“…”

"If the Holy Ancestor is resurrected, I will wait for him to rescue me. If he cannot be resurrected... I can only submit to the thieves and the Immortal Sect..."

Zheng Fa nodded secretly in his heart. This Blood River Ancestor was quite understanding. He was now trapped in this natal flying sword and was suppressed in the Nine Mountains Realm.

Although he had been uncooperative before, he was still hoping that the Great Free Demon Ancestor would come back to life and rescue him.

The situation is not good now. He doesn’t know how many years he will be suppressed, or even that he may never get out of this situation.

Naturally, they are willing to cooperate.

"Sign it."

Zheng Fa took out a stack of contracts that he had prepared long ago and handed them to the other party with a smile.

"Lingbao Experiment Know the protocol."

"The Demonic Sect's Cooperation Agreement."

"Employment agreement for the instructor of the Demonic Defense Course."

"Confidentiality agreement..."

"Voluntary waiver of the right to freedom..."

“…”

The more Blood River Patriarch looked at it, the darker his face became. Finally, he couldn't help but said, "This is different from what I said before..."

If he signed so many things.

Not only are they restricted everywhere in the Nine Mountains Realm.

Students also have to be taught how to deal with the disciples of the evil sect.

From time to time, I have to offer my body... my natal sword, to Zheng Fa and others to do some research...

This is to hollow him out from the inside out.

"Can the price be the same if I surrendered before and surrender now?"

Zheng Fa said quietly.

The Blood River Patriarch gritted his teeth, seemingly unwilling to sign these indentures.

but……

"If it's later, then the price will be different..."

Zheng Fa's words made his face look extremely conflicted.

But Zheng Fa no longer paid attention to him. He just looked at the light curtain above his head. In the light curtain, the Eight Snakes Giant had become a very normal headless giant...

The snake head removal surgery performed by the three outstanding descendants of the Five Sects was very successful, quick and neat, but the patient did not die peacefully.

Even Zheng Fa felt that these three people still had some strength left.

“It’s signed!”

As the headless giant fell to the ground, the Blood River Ancestor seemed to have fully understood the situation. Without hesitation, he quickly imprinted his soul into the contract.

Zheng Fa couldn't help but look up to this man in his heart. This choice was indeed difficult. On the one hand, he would be suppressed for who knows how many years and could only wait for the Demon Ancestor to revive or for something to happen to Zheng Fa.

Or, you can work for Zheng Fa, which gives you some freedom and opportunities.

It seems that this Blood River Ancestor is not someone who likes to wait passively.

He could even faintly see a sentence on the face of the Blood River Ancestor - just treat them as multiple Holy Ancestors!

Don’t mention it, this self-consolation is quite effective when you think about it…

Zheng Fa nodded gently to the Blood River Ancestor and asked directly: "Will this snake-less giant be resurrected?"

"Yes, but it will take a long time... The Holy Ancestor himself has not yet been resurrected. I don't know how long it will take for them to come back to life."

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"So you don't want to either?"

“No one is willing…” The Blood River Patriarch shook his head and said, “They say that as long as we are in the Blood Sea, we are equivalent to being immortal, but if we stay in the Blood Sea for a long time, our mind will be tortured, and there are many incarnations ahead of us.”

"Um?"

"Venerable Tianhe killed some, uh, killed a bunch of them."

“…No wonder that Yin Yang Rakshasa ran so fast.”

"Yin Yang Rakshasa is indeed the best at preserving his life in my Demon Sect..." Old Ancestor Xuehe also praised. It was obvious that he was very envious of the fact that Yin Yang Rakshasa not only did not lose his life, but even his freedom.

Zheng Fa also looked at the darkness that was gradually dissipating. In the darkness, the figure of Yin Yang Rakshasa was no longer there.

But then the voice of Yin Yang Rakshasa was heard!

"You Mingxian, you are here too?"

"Qin Mu! What are you doing!?"

"You betrayed the Holy Ancestor?"

After hearing these three sentences, even the Blood River Ancestor was stunned.

This Yin-Yang Rakshasa had just betrayed his teammates, and now he was betrayed by his own family? In the darkness, a sound of footsteps came, neither hurried nor slow, and without panic.

A person slowly emerged from the darkness.

When he got closer, Zheng Fa realized that this person had gentle eyes, was dressed in plain clothes without a speck of dust, and had a pure and profound aura.

If he hadn't been holding a large blood-red flag with murderous aura swirling around it, he would have looked more like a banished immortal than anyone else present.

"The Netherworld Immortal..."

Beside him, Old Xuehe, who seemed like a world away, also lowered his voice slightly.

"who is he?"

"He is a true disciple of the Supreme Dao. I don't know why he betrayed the Supreme Dao and joined our Holy Religion. Not only is he very capable, he also won the favor of the Holy Ancestor... It is difficult for us to communicate with the Holy Ancestor now, but he can."

"Senior Sister Zhang, retreat! This person is dangerous!"

Zheng Fa said as soon as he heard it.

Although Zheng Fa had never heard of the saying that Xuanwei could become darker and more powerful, he was able to break out of the Taishang Dao sect among the five Xuanwei sects and was now doing even better...

Let Master Chengkong deal with it himself!

Senior Sister Zhang led Senior Uncle Pang and the others to retreat rapidly, but the Netherworld Immortal did not seem to care about them. He just looked at Master Cheng Kong with a smile.

"You refined the Yin Yang Rakshasa?"

Before he could say anything, Master Chengkong stared at the blood flag with a look of shock and anger.

Zheng Fa then realized that the bloody resentment on the bloody flag actually came from Yin Yang Rakshasa...

"He doesn't trust me, but he is incompetent and can't collect enough blood essence for the Holy Ancestor..." The Nether Immortal touched the flagpole in his hand and said as a matter of course, "It's better to donate my own blood essence to help the Holy Ancestor resurrect."

"He has a body of divine essence and blood, which is enough."

Zheng Fa felt some strange buzzing sound around him. When he turned around, he saw that the flying sword under the Blood River Ancestor seemed to be trembling.

"?"

"Once you enter the Bloody Evil Flag, you won't survive."

Zheng Fa secretly sighed in his heart, slaying demons and eliminating evil spirits depends on the Demon Sect itself! Master Chengkong gritted his teeth and said coldly: "You betrayed me, the Supreme Dao, and now you want to betray the Demon Sect?"

"Betrayal?" The Netherworld Immortal chuckled and said, "I just worked hard for the resurrection of the Holy Ancestor."

Master Chengkong tightened his fingers and shook the Qingjing Bamboo in his hand slightly, as if he was about to make a move.

The Nether Immortal was not afraid at all. He just looked at the Qingjing Bamboo and shook his head with a smile: "How many times can this Qingjing Bamboo be used?"

"It broke down when I left, and it can only be used five times at most."

"Blood River, you used it once."

"You used it again to break my Five-sided Blood Evil Flag Formation."

"Four Transformations, how many times did you use them? Twice, or three times?"

The Netherworld Immortal seemed to be very familiar with this quiet bamboo. He counted slowly by counting on his fingers.

Master Chengkong's expression became more and more ugly. Zheng Fa then understood that the Qingjing Bamboo seemed to have turned eight or nine parts dry and yellow, and was almost dying.

"You think this is good? Letting them die? ... No, how do you know?"

"No, they chose it themselves. But, Junior Brother Jiang, don't you know who was the last person in charge of Qingjing Bamboo?"

The Netherworld Immortal asked back.

"you?"

"So your master didn't tell you... Oh, he might not know that I was the one who tampered with the Qingjing Bamboo."

“…”

"Otherwise, how do you think I, a traitor to the Supreme Dao, could win the favor of the Holy Ancestor?"

“…”

Zheng Fa felt more and more that this Netherworld Immortal was a little bit abnormal, so he quietly retreated with the Sun and Moon Bell and Senior Sister Zhang.

“Why are you like this?” Master Chengkong was naturally even angrier. “You are highly regarded in the sect and are considered the top candidate for the next generation. My uncle almost died in the inner demon calamity because of your betrayal.”

"Why?" Netherworld Immortal's smile deepened, as if he had heard something extremely funny. "My master also asked me the same question back then."

"It seems that he didn't tell you my answer."

Master Chengkong was stunned, his eyes full of confusion.

Everyone in the field looked at the Netherworld Immortal. His eyes were somewhat distant, as if he had thought of something, and he softly said the answer: "He taught me."

"...Will Master teach you to betray your master, join the Demon Sect, and be controlled by the Demon Ancestor?"

Master Chengkong's words were full of disbelief.

"It is true that those who do not know me would ask what I want. The way of the Supreme Dao is flawed to begin with. I want to learn from the Demonic Sect, take the strong points and make up for the weak points, and integrate the two. The so-called being driven by others is just a small price to pay for achieving the Dao."

"...He taught me, oh, no, it was the Supreme Dao who taught us. Isn't it possible to cooperate with the Demon Ancestor for the sake of achieving enlightenment?" The Netherworld Immortal said this with a teasing look in his eyes, and then said, "For example, to deal with that Venerable, isn't it?"

Zheng Fa took a glance and saw that the Blood River Patriarch had a confused look on his face, but the three disciples from the Five Xuanwei Sects were all speechless.

Apparently, they knew some inside information.

Seeing that the three people were silent, the Nether Immortal smiled even more happily. Light shone from his body, and in an instant, he turned into a golden deity, standing in front of everyone.

"Jiang, my pure Yang Yuanshen, how do you think it compares to yours?"

Zheng Fa was speechless.

Is there any need to compare?

These two bulbs are not the same wattage!

Originally, Master Chengkong's soul looked solemn and dignified, like an immortal god descending to earth.

But in front of the Netherworld Immortal, his soul seemed a little dim and stingy, looking like a pirated version - this was of course due to his considerable consumption.

But the Netherworld Immortal's attainments in this Yang God are truly extraordinary.

How did he break out of the door and master the Taoist techniques to such an advanced level?

He is a traitor who is better at training than Master Chengkong... The level of sarcasm in those previous words is several levels deeper.

"You came here just to tell me this?" Master Chengkong picked up the Qingjing Bamboo, as if he couldn't bear it any longer.

"No, the five bloody evil flags have been trained..."

Zheng Fa was stunned and slowly looked towards the Blood River Patriarch standing beside him. The expression on the Blood River Patriarch's face was even uglier than when he was stepped on the face by Uncle Pang.

It's understandable. He has already voted, and the Netherworld Immortal told him that he can still turn it around...

It's too late! "I didn't come here to look for you, my nephew." The Nether Immortal turned his gaze to another person, raised a finger, and said with a smile: "Qingjing Bamboo, the legendary treasure of the Buddha's enlightenment, can only be used once at most."

"After one time, it's gone."

"You're not going to take action yet?"

The person he pointed his finger at was Wuzhi from Leiyin Temple! "Fellow Daoist Chengkong, please forgive me for my rudeness!"

(End of this chapter)