With a crisp "whoosh," the divine light, like an indestructible sword, easily pierced through the layers of thunder.
With just one impact, the originally overwhelming and menacing thunder vanished without a trace in an instant.
A moment later, the mysterious and unpredictable Western Yellow Taoist finally revealed himself.
He was seen carrying a whisk, walking leisurely and slowly from the front.
Immediately afterwards, he also raised the whisk in his hand, and with a gentle wave, the fine strands of the whisk danced like serpents. With a sudden flick, he actually shattered the continuous stream of divine light into pieces.
"Fellow Daoist, if you obediently surrender now, you might still be able to save your life. But if you stubbornly resist to the end, you will surely regret it in the future!"
With a flick of his whisk, the Taoist priest of the West Yellow instantly pulverized the dazzling divine light into dust, then shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Hmph, what utterly arrogant talk!"
Upon hearing this, the Space Taoist's lips curled up slightly, revealing a contemptuous sneer.
"The past and the future are all under my complete control; everything about me is already predetermined."
My future is destined to be one of peace and tranquility, so how could I possibly have any regrets?!
Upon hearing this, Daoist Xihuang simply shook his head slightly, his face full of regret, and then coldly replied, "Now I have three fellow Daoists on my side working together. If we wish, we can even change the Great Dao."
What basis do you have for your so-called destiny? It only makes you a laughing stock.
Before the words were even finished, the two started fighting.
The two whisks in their hands seemed like two agile dragons, clashing and intertwining in the air.
Every swing of the whisk triggers a fierce collision of the power of the Great Dao.
The endless aftershocks generated by these collisions spread in all directions like surging waves, instantly turning the originally peaceful and serene primordial chaos upside down and shattering it into pieces.
Before they knew it, the two had exchanged blows more than a hundred times.
Despite the Space Taoist's best efforts, defeating the Western Yellow Taoist seemed impossible, let alone breaking through his defenses.
The two sides exchanged blows for dozens of rounds.
The Taoist priest in the space felt a growing sense of unease. If the stalemate continued, the mysterious elements and the mysterious phenomena might follow one after another.
At that time, I will inevitably be surrounded again, and the situation will certainly be unfavorable to me.
Thinking of this, he made a feint to slightly break free from the attack of the Western Yellow Taoist, then leaped backward and sped off in another direction.
The Western Yellow Taoist stared at the receding figure of the Space Taoist, a cold, contemptuous smile suddenly appearing on his lips...
The Space Taoist had already fled hundreds of thousands of miles away, but he was still apprehensive, fearing that someone might obstruct his path.
Therefore, while fleeing at top speed, he also counted on his fingers, trying to anticipate any potential dangers.
Once he sensed something ominous, he immediately changed the direction of his escape.
As a result, its flight path is unpredictable, sometimes rushing forward, sometimes turning to the right, and in the blink of an eye, it disappears to the left.
However, just as he had escaped thousands of miles away again, a melodious bell suddenly rang out from ahead.
He looked up and saw ripples spreading across the void. The next moment, Hu Le leisurely walked out, carrying the Hongmeng Bell.
When the Taoist priest saw that Hu Le was blocking his way, his heart skipped a beat, and then he gave a helpless bitter smile.
Just now, he thought he could predict his own fortune and misfortune, but now he realized that his luck was at a low point. Even if he racked his brains to deduce the mystery, the result he got was still incomparable to what the other party had predicted.
Perhaps it is because of fate that even if he puts his heart and soul into divination here, he may not be able to match the other party's elusive luck.
Perhaps someone could simply choose any direction and get ahead of him, successfully stopping him...
"Fellow Daoist, you'll probably have no choice but to stay here obediently today!" Hu Le's lips curled up slightly as he chuckled softly. Holding his bamboo staff, he strode forward and pounced straight at the Space Daoist.
In an instant, the two exchanged hundreds of blows like a whirlwind, their magical weapons clashing against each other, and for a time it was impossible to determine who was superior.
Hu Le was not in a hurry when he saw this. He shook the Hongmeng Bell in his left hand slightly, and a clear "clang" was heard.
The sound of the bell seemed to transform into an extremely sharp arrow, shooting straight at the Taoist priest in the space with lightning speed.
Caught off guard, the Space Taoist was the first to be struck by this powerful force, and his body involuntarily paused for a moment.
At that very moment, Hu Le keenly seized the perfect opportunity!
Suddenly, he swung his bamboo staff with lightning speed and force, striking straight at the face of the Space Taoist.
"Smack!"
With a crisp sound, the Space Taoist was hit squarely, his body trembled violently, and he swayed as if he had suffered a huge impact.
The blow caused his head to tilt backward uncontrollably, making him somewhat unsteady on his feet.
At the same time, the Space Taoist felt an unbearable burning pain on his face, as if it were being scorched by flames. Countless shimmering stars flashed before his eyes, making him dizzy and almost unable to see his surroundings clearly.
Even more terrifying, his seven orifices spewed forth raging flames, as if to devour his entire body.
Seeing this, Hu Le did not hesitate to strike again, throwing the incredibly powerful Hongmeng Bell high into the air.
The Primordial Bell spun rapidly in the air, carrying unparalleled power as it enveloped the Space Daoist.
You must know that this is the most supreme treasure of the Primordial Chaos! Although the Space Daoist's cultivation is unfathomable, if he were to be sucked into the Primordial Chaos Bell, he would likely be plunged into endless disaster and destruction, never to escape.
The Hongmeng Bell crashed down from above with the force of Mount Tai.
Just as the Space Taoist was about to be completely swallowed up, the Space Taoist regained his senses at this critical moment of life and death.
He acted decisively, and with a thought, he unleashed a divine power, instantly creating a powerful puppet avatar and swiftly pushing it toward the impending Primordial Bell.
Taking advantage of this brief opening, he used all his strength to leap into the distance.
Ultimately, at the last second, they successfully evaded the grasp of the Hongmeng Bell...
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