The Kunpeng Ancestor led a million-strong demon army out of Beiju Luzhou and marched straight towards Mount Ling.
At this moment, Fairy Caixia also arrived outside the Thirty-Three Heavens.
At this moment, the chaos outside the Thirty-Three Heavens had turned into a paste.
The battle between the three sages caused an increasingly grand and spectacular commotion.
Fairy Caixia walked cautiously through the chaos. Even when she summoned the Map of Mountains and Rivers, she was still terrified by the churning chaos around her.
I fear that if I'm not careful, this map of mountains and rivers might have a flaw, and then I'll be swept into the chaotic currents and annihilated, leaving no trace of my remains...
In the depths of that chaos, the Primordial Bell hangs high above Hu Le's head, surrounded by primordial purple energy.
With his left hand gripping the purple bamboo staff and his right hand holding a scroll of Xuanhuang diagram, he was engaged in a fierce battle with Zhunti Daoist and Jieyin Daoist!
Despite possessing the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit and the Azure Lotus Banner for protection, these two powerful beings were still in a precarious and precarious situation.
To make matters worse, their cultivation level was still slightly inferior to Hu Le's.
However, this seemingly insignificant difference is actually as vast as the difference between heaven and earth.
More importantly, Hu Le can mobilize the power of the Primordial Dao at will, and its power far exceeds the power of the Heavenly Dao that the two of them can summon.
Therefore, even if Zhunti Daoist and Jieyin Daoist joined forces, they would have no chance of defeating Hu Le.
The three moved about in the chaos like a revolving lantern. After dozens of moves, Zhunti Daoist and Jieyin Daoist each suffered several heavy blows from the Purple Bamboo Staff.
Ultimately, they were unable to withstand Hu Le's powerful offensive and had no choice but to flee in disarray, rushing together into the depths of chaos.
Hu Le got up and chased after the two...
At this moment, the demon army had already left Beiju Luzhou, but had just set foot in Xiniu Hezhou when suddenly the sky in front of them rippled with spiritual light, the heavens opened up, and dozens of cultivators walked out in the blink of an eye.
Each and every one of them was a renowned cultivator of the Xuanmen sect in the primordial world.
The first person was dressed in a yin-yang Taoist robe, wearing a fish-tail crown, with a kind face and a relaxed and inactive expression. He held a Taiji diagram in his hands, which emitted five-colored light that illuminated the three realms.
He was none other than the eldest disciple of Laozi, the Taoist Xuandu.
Standing to his left was the Antarctic Immortal of the Chan Sect.
The Antarctic Immortal held a large banner of chaotic color, with Guang Chengzi and other ancient Jade Void Golden Immortals standing behind him.
The Eight Immortals of the Human Sect stood behind the Taoist Master Xuandu.
After they emerged one by one from the depths of the heavenly light, the light did not close; instead, countless heavenly soldiers and generals filed out.
It turns out that they came to stop the demon army on the orders of their own patriarch, the saint.
But considering that the demon army numbered well over a million, even if they were lined up one by one to be killed, it would probably take three to five years to wipe them all out.
Therefore, they specially requested the Primordial Decree to summon heavenly soldiers and generals from the Heavenly Court to assist them.
Although the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother have now retired to the Jade Pool and handed over the power of the Heavenly Court to their brothers, Ziwei and his sister.
These brothers were under Hu Le's protection, but they could not refuse the decrees of the other religious leaders and saints unless they conflicted with Hu Le's orders.
Otherwise, if they offended the leaders and saints and lost face, even with Hu Le's protection in the future, they would likely not have a good ending.
After all, no matter how noble their status, as long as they have not attained the Primordial Chaos Realm, they are unlikely to withstand the machinations of a sage.
This time, Yuanshi Tianzun only ordered the Heavenly Court to send some heavenly soldiers and generals to deal with the demon race.
Since none of the emperors needed to personally intervene, how could Ziwei be so ungrateful as to refuse the face of the sage Yuanshi Tianzun?
Therefore, the Ziwei Emperor waved his hand and dispatched over a million well-equipped and well-trained heavenly soldiers and generals from the Heavenly Court to accompany Xuandu Daoist and other immortals to Xiniu Hezhou.
The leaders of this expedition were Nezha, the Third Prince, and Yang Jian, who had long since transcended the constraints of the Investiture of the Gods, along with many disciples of the Chan Sect.
Dozens of immortals from the Xuanmen sect lined up in the sky, surrounded by clouds and mist. The celestial light and auspicious clouds stretched for tens of thousands of miles, and a million heavenly soldiers and generals stood on top of them.
On the other side, even the demon saints, including the Kunpeng Ancestor, had no choice but to stop when they saw the Xuanmen blocking their way.
The two sides are facing off from a distance.
Xuan Du Daoist stepped forward, holding the Taiji diagram, and shouted, "Please come out and answer, Brother Kunpeng."
Upon hearing this, the Kunpeng Ancestor frowned and stepped forward.
"Xuan Du, my demon race has no enmity with your Xuan Sect, why do you block our way?"
Taoist Xuandu chuckled, “We have come under orders from our master and have no choice but to comply. Please forgive us, fellow Taoist.”
"Since it is the sage's order, it seems you are all determined to make things difficult for my demon race?" Kunpeng Ancestor did not actually want to have a conflict with the Xuanmen.
"Indeed! This calamity has nothing to do with your demon race, so why did you rashly enter into it?"
If you retreat now, it won't count as you entering a calamity; there will still be room for maneuver in the future.
If you insist on doing so, then if something unexpected happens next, you might not even be able to get on the Investiture of the Gods list.
It will be too late to regret it then.
Taoist Xuandu was compassionate after all, and even at the end, he wanted to offer one last word of advice.
Unfortunately, everyone had come under the orders of the sage. Since Daoist Xuandu was unwilling to make way, the Kunpeng Ancestor and the others were also determined to advance without retreat.
The Kunpeng Ancestor was also well aware that if he did not personally participate in the calamity, he would have no chance of obtaining the Primordial Dao Fruit born from this calamity...
After exchanging a few more words, it became clear that neither side was willing to back down, leaving them with no choice but to fight it out.
Immediately, Daoist Xuandu set up a battle formation and invited Ancestor Kunpeng and the others to break it.
If the demon race can break this formation, then they will naturally open the way for the demon race to pass.
But if they can't break through, then they should stay here or go back, and not think about going to Mount Ling again.
After discussing it for a while, the Kunpeng Ancestor and the Bai Ze Demon Saint agreed.
After the two parties made their bet, Xuandu Daoist stepped forward, waved his hands, and threw the Taiji diagram containing endless mysteries and secrets into the air.
In an instant, the Tai Chi diagram shone brightly, transforming into a giant white jade bridge spanning the void!
This white jade bridge is crystal clear, as if it were carved from mutton fat jade, and exudes a warm and peaceful atmosphere.
Above it, clouds and mist swirl, and rosy clouds and auspicious colors abound, connecting the past and the future.
Xuan Du Daoist flashed forward and stepped onto the golden bridge first, leading the many immortals behind him to move forward together.
Just then, a Primordial Qi Taiqing Divine Talisman, shining with a mysterious light, suddenly appeared in his hand.
Xuan Du Daoist then swung his arm and hurled the incomparably precious talisman towards the area below the golden bridge.
The divine talisman fell rapidly like a shooting star across the sky, disappearing into the bottom of the golden bridge in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, several immortals, including Lü Dongbin, also stepped forward.
Each of them held a flag, which was covered with dense ancient runes and patterns, as if it contained the most powerful force in the world.
Lü Dongbin and others lightly waved flags.
Beneath the Golden Bridge, the once tranquil space began to be filled with wisps of white mist, which grew thicker and thicker until it eventually formed a vast, white sea of clouds.
A delicate mist rose from the fog, like wisps of smoke, lingering and never dissipating...
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