Chapter 492: The Ninth Heavenly Dao is nothing but this
In the Upper Realm, war is raging.
The shouts of killing resounded across the vast land. One after another, streams of light flew across the land, crisscrossing each other. Some mountains were chopped off and some rivers were cut open.
This is a battle between the powerful saints and the five phoenixes and the ascenders from the lower three realms.
This battle made the strong men from the upper realm more and more frightened, as they used to have a dominant position in wars.
This time, however, they were defeated step by step and completely lost their ability to resist.
In particular, they were frightened by the powerful strength of the Five Phoenixes.
The Overlord was like a demon, with his axe and shield spread out across his body. He stood there like an immovable mountain.
Even a mighty army could not break through his obstruction.
The upper realm had already been in chaos, and on the Yun clan side, strong men of various realms were sent out to fight endlessly.
The fusion realm, the spirit separation realm, even the infant transformation and the Nascent Soul realm were all sent out.
However.
The True Fairyland Overlord, whose luck was as strong as a pillar, was invincible and blocked the huge army.
It stood like a demon in front of thousands of troops, roaring across the mountains and rivers, but it was actually the roaring Cloud Clan army that was being defeated step by step.
There were even some Nascent Soul Stage cultivators whose spiritual consciousness was shattered by the Overlord's roar.
Overlord's practice is extraordinary. He founded the Demon Sect in the Western Region of Wuhuang and taught the practice methods of body refining. These practice methods have benefited countless practitioners in Wuhuang.
Some practitioners who had made little progress in Qi Condensation practice turned to Body Refining and unexpectedly received a pleasant surprise.
Many practitioners of the body-refining school are not inferior to those of the Qi-condensing school in terms of combat power.
Therefore, the Overlord alone gathered the luck of half of the Western Regions.
Therefore, the improvement of one's cultivation is extremely fast.
Not to mention Sima Qingshan, Kong Nanfei, Bai Qingniao and other founders of the immortal cultivation sects who created their own different cultivation systems.
Sima Qingshan's painting style, Kong Nanfei's noble spirit, and Bai Qingniao's "Nine Phoenix Transformations" all bring great fortune.
Their strength is not weak.
With the blessing of luck, luck is like a pillar, hanging from the sky and irrigating the whole body.
The Cloud Clan was defeated.
As one by one the Chaoyuan realm members died in battle.
The fighting spirit of the Saints began to decline rapidly, and could even be said to be unable to recover.
Now, their only hope may be the Holy Ancestor fighting in the battlefield outside the sky.
If the Holy Ancestor could kill the enemy with great force and return with glory, it would be a great boost to their flagging morale.
They may be able to regroup and regain the dignity of the holy race.
Will the Holy Ancestor lose? Can Lu Jiulian's strength match that of the Holy Ancestor? No one believes this, because the gap between Lu Jiulian's strength and that of the Holy Ancestor is too great.
What's more, the Holy Ancestor of the Yun Clan is not a weak saint, but the ancestor of the entire clan. He has been blessed with the clan's Tao essence for millions of years, and his combat power is extremely powerful.
Boom boom boom! In the upper world, the Cloud Clan chose to retreat to the temple.
The temple worships their imperial soldiers. Although the imperial soldiers are no longer there, the temple still possesses the remaining imperial power and can provide them with shelter.
On the other side is Yuancitian.
The Yuancitian battlefield is even more tragic than the upper continent.
The army of underworld demons almost swept away the Taoist army, blessed by the flames of the Supreme Furnace.
The Dao clan's strong men were like burning ants, making crackling sounds.
If the Emperor Fire is not extinguished, it will even burn the soul like a cancer attached to the bone.
This kind of pain and disaster prevented the Dao tribe's army from even escaping and they were destroyed.
There are also nine city lords led by Tan Tai Xuan, all of whom have karma as strong as pillars. Their strength is so strong that they can easily defeat the strong men of the Taoist clan.
The sound of screams echoed endlessly in the Yuanci Heaven.
On this day, blood flowed like a river in Yuanci Heaven.
Countless powerful men watched tremblingly as the once high and mighty immortals and Chaoyuan strongmen withered away.
However, there was excitement in their eyes.
The Dao tribe is finished!
A holy clan in the upper realm was destroyed! They were to be removed from the top ten holy clans! The dead souls kept floating in the void. They were the dead Taoist strongmen. However, what was the specialty of the underworld? One by one, the cold soul-locking chains were entangled, imprisoning all these dead souls.
Under Tan Tai Xuan's order, they were all captured and taken to the underworld, and after being baptized by the underworld, they entered the sea of suffering.
Become the soul power of their practice.
Huh? Suddenly.
Everyone looked up.
The noise in the outer battlefield began to gradually quiet down.
The terrible roar disappeared. There was no doubt that the battle in the outer battlefield was over.
As for the results, everyone is watching.
Crash...
suddenly.
The remaining Taoist monks raised their heads, feeling a sense of silence in their hearts.
It was a kind of sadness of losing a loved one.
A powerful one in Chaoyuan realm who was still resisting the burning of the Emperor Fire had a pale face and his body was shaking.
He turned around and looked at the boundless and vast upper continent.
However, they saw that blood-colored clouds were gathering above the sky of the continent.
In the clouds, blood-red rain fell.
There was also an endless sound of wailing lingering around, and that wailing came from the Nine Heavens Heaven.
The Dao Clan's Chao Yuan Realm strongman trembled.
"Blood rains from the sky, and the way of heaven wails..."
"The Holy Ancestor has fallen!"
The Chao Yuan realm cultivator covered his chest with his hands. The empty feeling in his heart made him feel vaguely afraid.
And in the Dao Clan’s ancestral land…
Every tribesman raised his head.
They looked up at the sky and felt the falling blood rain.
Many people shed tears without realizing it.
Boom! "I will become a curse, and curse you, the Holy Ancestor of the Cloud Clan, for eternity!"
A shrill voice, carrying endless resentment, lingered.
The next moment...
A picture appeared in front of every Taoist cultivator's eyes. In the picture, the body of the Taoist Saint Ancestor began to collapse, and his soul was devoured by the power of the curse, turning into an extremely vicious force.
What kind of hatred could make a saintly ancestor willing to die in uneasiness and become the most disgusting curse power in the world? The Taoist monks all looked pale.
All the creatures in the ancestral land began to cry and howl.
The holy ancestor of the Taoist clan...is dead!
The pillar of their Dao clan died just like that! Boom! In the Yuanci Heaven.
A Taoist Chao Yuan realm cultivator's eyes were bloodshot, his body was covered with imperial fire, and he flew back to the upper continent, back to the Taoist clan's ancestral land.
Holding back the grief, he launched the migration plan that had been planned in advance.
If Daozu hadn't died, they would still have hope.
But now...
The Saint Ancestor was dead, so they had to migrate with their entire clan, otherwise... they would be slaughtered by the Cloud Clan, the Five Phoenixes, and the monks of the Lower Three Heavens! The sky was raining blood.
In the ancestral land of the Taoist clan.
The powerful Chaoyuan Realm warrior who returned from the fire looked with satisfaction at the ancient warships loaded with Taoist souls and hopes that disappeared in the teleportation formation.
The Taoist clan, which has been passed down for millions of years, must not be destroyed in his hands.
Watching the Taoist creatures leave, this Chaoyuan Realm expert finally closed his eyes with relief.
And his soul was also burned by the imperial fire and he completely perished.
Before the fall.
He let out a shrill and unwilling roar.
"The Cloud Clan! Do not die well!"
…
The other side.
In the Yun clan’s ancestral land, every practitioner showed a look of horror.
Looking at the blood rain flowing from the sky, their hearts tightened.
I almost thought that the holy ancestor of the Yun clan was dead.
However, the sound of wailing did not cover the Yun Clan, so the one who fell should be the Taoist Saint Ancestor, not the Yun Clan Saint Ancestor.
This made all the people of the Yun Clan hiding in the temple breathe a sigh of relief.
But, it was just a sigh of relief.
Now, they no longer have the will to fight.
Looking outside, the five ferocious celestial beings were extremely cold.
suddenly.
The Yun clan’s temple suddenly shook!
Blood rained down from the sky.
Another bloody rain! The cultivator of the Cloud Clan looked up blankly at the bloody rain in the sky, his heart seemed to be hollowed out.
What is meant to come will eventually come.
Can't escape.
Boom!
The sky was torn apart.
A figure slowly walked out from it.
Lu Jiulian looked disheveled and covered in blood, but his expression was grim and he held the Green Lotus Sword in his hand.
The sword...pierced through one person's head and pierced his body.
Boom! It was as if thunder had shattered the sky.
All the Cloud Clan warriors stared numbly and stunned at Lu Jiulian who had returned from the outer battlefield with great momentum.
Lu Jiulian's sword was holding the body of the Yun Clan's Saint Ancestor! The cold body of the Yun Clan's Saint Ancestor! In an instant.
The tense hearts of the Yun Clan members completely collapsed! The supreme and powerful Holy Ancestor of the Yun Clan in their minds was actually... defeated!
"how so?"
A Chao Yuan realm cultivator's face was filled with despair.
They couldn't accept such a result. This was a Saint Ancestor, a Saint Ancestor who had tempered his body with the power of Heaven and possessed vast Saint power! How... did he die? ! How could Lu Jiulian... kill the Saint Ancestor? ! Even the Five Phoenixes, Overlord, Sima Qingshan, Bai Qingniao and others looked at Lu Jiulian with a little surprise.
They also didn't seem to have expected that Lu Jiulian could actually kill the Holy Ancestor.
They were also planning to suppress the Yun Clan and then charge into the battlefield outside the sky to help Lu Jiulian.
result……
Lu Jiulian actually defeated the Holy Ancestor on his own.
Is the Saint Ancestor... so weak?! There is a saying that one can kill an enemy of a higher level, but they believe that Lu Jiulian can kill an ordinary Saint of a higher level.
However, killing the Holy Ancestor... a Holy Ancestor who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, they really couldn't believe it.
Lu Jiulian put his hands behind his back, holding the sword in one hand, and shook the sword.
The corpse of the Holy Ancestor of the Yun Clan fell from the sky.
Boom! It suddenly crashed into the ancestral land of the Yun clan.
The Yun Clan cultivators looked at the Saint Ancestor's corpse, whose eyes were open after death. Many of the older generation of cultivators staggered and coughed up blood.
Defeated...defeated?!
The defeat of the Holy Ancestor of the Yun Clan completely destroyed the last hope of the Yun Clan. This meant that the Yun Clan, which had been passed down for a million years, was about to be destroyed! Boom! The death of a Holy Ancestor, who died under Lu Jiulian's Green Lotus Sword, brought about a tremendous force of destiny.
Poured into Lu Jiulian's body.
Crash...
The clothes are fluttering and the breath is getting stronger.
Lu Jiulian closed her eyes with a complicated expression.
Finally I chose to take this step.
Boom!
Taking a step forward, Lu Jiulian felt as if the bottleneck was torn apart by a powerful force.
Buzz...
With luck as vast as a river, Lu Jiulian becomes an immortal in an instant!
The Five Phoenixes have added another Saint Realm fighter! The Five Phoenixes' celestial beings, as well as the ancestors of the lower three heavens, looked at Lu Jiulian's aura and stepped into the Saint Realm, all of them showing envy.
But what was more exciting was the excitement! From today on, the myth of the Saint Clan in the upper realm was broken! ...
Battlefield outside the sky.
Lu Fan sat upright, his white clothes as white as snow, and his silver blades piled up.
The spiritual pressure chessboard was suspended in front of him, emitting a bright light.
Roll up your sleeves, place your pieces, and set up the chess game on the board.
Boom! The void roared.
The rolling will of heaven was like the terrifying roar of a giant beast.
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Thunderclouds rolled in, so heavy that they seemed to crush the world.
This is the calamity of heaven, the calamity of heaven from the Ninth Heaven, and it is the calamity that Zhu Long received after becoming a Xuanxian.
This punishment was more horrific than any previous one.
After all, the saints in the ninth heaven are not weak, their lifespan can reach hundreds of thousands of years, and they can become the ancestors of a clan.
With such power, the Nine Heavens will naturally bring down punishment.
far away.
Zhu Long returned quickly.
She followed Lu Fan's instructions, crippled the Holy Ancestor of the Yun Clan, and returned.
As soon as she returned, a calamity of punishment appeared from the sky.
Seeing his father calm and composed under the thunder, Zhu Long couldn't help but show admiration on his face.
This punishment was terrible. Zhu Long believed that if she were to endure the punishment herself, she would probably have some scales broken and bleed.
And Dad, he looks so relaxed!
Boom! The first thunder punishment, like a thunder trident, fell from the sky.
The void was torn apart, and the cracks made terrible crackling sounds.
Lu Fan's white clothes fluttered.
With a chuckle, he dropped the piece.
Bang! Suddenly, a beam of spiritual pressure shot up into the sky.
Colliding with the Thunder Trident! Boom! In the void, energy ripples vibrated, one circle after another, like a small stone dropped into a calm pond.
The Thunder Trident was dispersed and the spiritual pressure disappeared.
Zhu Long stood in the distance, mouth slightly open, full of admiration.
"Wow……"
"As expected of you, Dad."
If it were her, she would probably have a scale broken by this punishment from the trident of thunder.
The second thunder punishment fell again.
Lu Fan still made his move lightly.
The spiritual pressure surged into the sky and collided with the thunder.
It was like one firework after another colliding in the air, causing huge waves.
Zhu Long closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pretty face was raised forty-five degrees.
He kept saying "Wow".
On the Thousand Blade Chair, Lu Fan’s soul poured into the spiritual pressure chessboard.
The surroundings turned into a chessboard. At this moment, it was as if he was playing chess against the heaven.
Using thunder tribulation as a move, Lu Fan responded with spiritual pressure.
However, Lu Fan was somewhat dissatisfied with this punishment for becoming a saint.
"Nine Heavenly Dao... that's all."
Lu Fan said.
Shaked his head, feeling regretful.
The feeling he wanted did not appear.
Boom! It seemed that Lu Fan's sigh and rebellious words angered the Nine Heavens' Tribulation.
The next moment.
It was as if a huge thundering hand slapped out from the thick clouds.
There seems to be a Taoist connotation interwoven in it!
The mighty holy power suddenly spread out from the palm of thunder.
Zhu Long closed her eyes, her hair flying, feeling the power of this palm, her face was extremely solemn.
This punishment is so terrible.
If he resisted, Zhu Long felt that he would not only lose dragon scales, but also bleed.
Sitting on the Thousand Blade Chair, Lu Fan picked up the sword and couldn't help but raise his head.
Looking at the thunder palm that covered the sky and the sun, intertwined with the essence of Tao, and filled with mighty holy power.
Lu Fan's eyes lit up.
This is the feeling he wants!
Buzz...
Under the control of Lu Fan's soul, the Heaven-stealing Tower suddenly floated up.
Being slowly thrown out by Lu Fan.
He moved slowly towards the thunderous palm that covered the sky and the sun.
The Sky-stealing Tower can finally be put to use!
Innate spiritual treasure... The grade is even higher than the heavenly spiritual tool! Lu Fan was a little curious, how powerful is this?
Boom! When the palm collided with the small tower, it was like a mountain crushing an ant.
A shocking explosion suddenly occurred.
Boom! The dull sound interweaves in the sky.
That Thunder Palm…actually broke apart! The intertwined Dao essences in it were absorbed by the Heaven Stealing Tower, like a whale swallowing, or like a giant dragon drawing water, all of them flowed in from the top of the tower.
The holy power collapsed and the Tao essence disappeared.
The Thunder Palm naturally fell apart.
An extremely horrific punishment just disappeared like that.
Lu Fan's eyes sparkled, and his fingers tapped lightly on the gauntlet.
As expected of an innate spiritual treasure, the threat of punishment was completely borne by the Heaven-Stealing Tower.
"Moreover, the Dao essence contained in this last calamity is about 10,000 Daos... Although it is not as much as the Dao essence after the imperial weapon is disassembled, it is almost the same compared to the calamity punishment of becoming a saint."
Ten thousand Dao essences are not too much for the current Five Phoenixes.
However, Lu Fan was naturally happy about getting these 10,000 Dao for free.
Lu Fan calculated in his mind.
In other words... one sainthood tribulation can earn you 10,000 Dao essences from the Nine Heavens Dao.
If you cultivate ten Xuanxian, you can obtain one hundred thousand Dao essences.
One hundred Xuanxians equals one million Daos...
Lu Fan's eyes lit up. Isn't it possible to upgrade to a high-level martial arts?
However, it is not easy to cultivate a Xuanxian whose luck is as vast as a river.
Besides, Jiuchong Tiandao shouldn't be stupid. Stealing once is fine, but stealing a hundred times...
I’m afraid that Jiuchong Tiandao will chase after Wuhuang and chop him down.
Boom! In the distance.
Thick clouds gathered.
Lu Fan's eyes lit up and he looked over.
It was Lu Jiulian who was undergoing the tribulation.
Lu Jiulian killed the holy ancestor of the Yun clan with a single sword, gained good fortune, and now entered the realm of Xuanxian.
With the combat power of a saint, one naturally needs to overcome the tribulation of becoming a saint.
Another ten thousand Dao essences were credited to the account.
but……
Compared to blocking the calamity for Zhu Long, Lu Fan would not choose to block the calamity for Lu Jiulian easily.
After all, it was with the help of Zhu Long that Lu Jiulian was able to kill the holy ancestor of the Yun clan. His foundation was unstable, so he needed to be struck by thunder more often to remove his restlessness and make his foundation more stable.
so……
Lu Fan looked at Zhu Long, who was in awe, in the distance and waved.
Zhu Long flew over and Lu Fan threw the Stealing Heaven Tower to her.
He pointed in the direction where Lu Jiulian was transcending the tribulation and said something in a voice transmission.
Zhu Long closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyebrows couldn't help but float up.
Afterwards, after saying goodbye to Lu Fan, he hugged the Heaven-stealing Tower and went towards the direction where Lu Jiulian was going to transcend the tribulation, humming and groaning.
…
Boom boom boom! The terrifying thunder continued to fall.
The battlefield outside the sky roared as the explosion occurred, huge rocks shattered, and cracks in the void spread like a spider web.
Phew!
Lu Jiulian's whole body was charred black. After withstanding a punishment, he fell on a big rock, his body sunken into it, and he climbed up with difficulty.
His whole body was emitting a burnt smell.
The Nine Heavens’ Heavenly Punishment…
Lu Jiulian gritted his teeth and did not retreat. The strength in his body became even stronger under the tempering of the punishment.
In fact, Lu Jiulian already has the combat power of a saint, so it is almost certain that he can survive this disaster.
Although he suffered a loss in the previous battle with the Holy Ancestor of the Yun Clan, he also learned a lot and gained a lot of insights into cultivation.
Therefore, he was confident that he could survive this punishment.
Lu Jiulian was covered in green smoke.
Standing with the sword in hand, he glanced sideways and saw Zhu Long floating towards him with his eyes closed in the distance.
"Girl, please stay. This time, I can try hard."
Lu Jiulian smiled and said.
Zhu Long closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and she turned her pretty face towards Lu Jiulian and nodded slightly.
As she chuckled, the dimples on both sides of her mouth quietly blossomed.
Afterwards.
Zhu Long looked up at the heavy calamity clouds in the sky.
The sound of my father’s nonchalant voice as he sat on the Thousand Blade Chair echoed in my mind.
Zhu Long opened her red lips slightly, and her voice echoed like a delicate sound in the battlefield outside the sky.
"The Ninth Heavenly Dao is nothing more than this."
Zhulong Road.
Lu Jiulian, who was standing with his sword in hand, suddenly froze.
Boom! The clouds suddenly tore apart.
A huge palm of thunder slapped out from it, interwoven with the essence of Taoism and filled with mighty holy power.
The terrifying giant hand of thunder seemed to descend from the sky, filled with anger.
There are densely packed space cracks all around, covering the battlefield like a spider web.
The aura of doom makes people feel cold all over.
"???"
Lu Jiulian.
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