Miaozhen was trapped in the ocean formed by the Southern Bright Fire. She tried to break free of the sea of fire by struggling left and right, but each time she was blocked by the Vermilion Bird formed by the fire.
The white light emanating from the white lotus surrounding him was growing thinner and thinner, like a candle flame in the wind that could be extinguished at any moment.
Miao Zhen sighed, released a sword light that annihilated the attacking Vermilion Bird, and with a wave of her hand, a purple gourd suddenly appeared in her hand.
She looked around, raised her hand, lifted the lid, and softly called out, "Close!"
In an instant, the surrounding Southern Ming flames surged into the gourd like rivers flowing into the sea.
In just a few breaths, the raging flames of the Southern Ming Dynasty were completely absorbed by the purple gourd.
Upon seeing this, Ji Meng was furious. He had nurtured so many flames for so many years, and now Miao Zhen had taken them away. Tens of thousands of years of hard work had been destroyed in an instant. How could he not be angry?
"You vile wench! You dared to take my Li Huo! Today I will surely kill you!"
Ji Meng roared and summoned another gust of wind that swept towards Miao Zhen.
"You?!"
Miaozhen spat disdainfully, raised her hand and pointed, causing the white lotus beneath her to gleam and freeze the wind blowing from all directions. At the same time, she pointed the gourd's mouth at Ji Meng.
"You come in too!"
Miaozhen shouted loudly, and then silently recited a spell.
Ji Meng suddenly felt a tightness all over his body, and then involuntarily rose from the ground and threw it toward the purple gourd in Miao Zhen's hand.
In the next instant, he had already disappeared into the gourd.
Miao Zhen gently shook the gourd, activating the restrictions within it. Without her needing to do anything further, Ji Meng would be turned into a puddle of thick liquid by the gourd in no time.
"This is truly a fine treasure!"
Miao Zhen put the gourd into her sleeve, then put away the other magical treasures. She stomped her feet on the ground and transformed into a rainbow of light, returning to her original formation.
Upon meeting Hu Le, Miao Zhen returned the Starry Sky Sword and then went down to recover her magical power.
Hu Le put away the Starry Sky Sword and then looked at Kong Kong'er and Jing Jing'er.
"You two should go too."
"Yes, please lend us two magical treasures, Master, to defend against the enemy," Kongkong'er pleaded.
The two junior sisters just fought, and the teacher bestowed upon them both spiritual treasures. As fellow disciples, they should receive the same treatment.
Hu Le nodded slightly, pointed, and a scroll of the cosmic light map fell into Kong Kong'er's hands.
Then he reached out and grabbed at the air, and a scroll of the Nine Palaces Array Diagram appeared in his palm. The array diagram contained nine innate divine swords, which he then lent to Jingjing'er.
Both of them had borrowed valuable treasures, which boosted their confidence, and they both jumped into the arena.
The Goddess Houtu sent an elder to fight against Kongkong'er.
Di Jun then dispatched the Iron-Cracking Demon Saint to fight Jingjing'er...
Hu Le looked up at the sky and realized that the sun was already setting. He then turned to Yuan Huang, Guan Kong, and the others and gave them instructions.
"It's getting late. You should all go and face your fate."
"yes."
Guan Kong, Chi Songzi, and the others agreed, each taking out their magical treasures and heading to the arena.
Seeing this, Houtu Niangniang and Dijun also ordered their men to fight.
In an instant, the battlefield descended into chaos, and within a short time, casualties had already occurred.
The first to fall was an elder priest of the Yanhuang tribe, who was swallowed whole by a demon saint, a truly tragic death.
However, the alliance also suffered casualties soon afterward, and coincidentally, the one who died was also an elder.
From the moment the two elders fell, the killing finally reached its climax, and blood-red mist quickly spread throughout the area.
Casualties on both sides increased rapidly.
Among those who perished were star gods, human elders and priests, and demon saints...
Neither Hu Le, Hou Tu, nor Di Jun showed any change in expression upon witnessing this tragic scene.
As the sun began to set, the evening glow painted half the sky red.
The killing intent on the field began to fade, and both the injured and the victors returned to their own positions. As night fell, the field became completely quiet.
Hu Le's gaze swept over the returning crowd. In this battle, the Yanhuang side lost dozens of elders and priests, and most of the star gods brought by Ziwei also died.
Fortunately, Chisongzi, Tianyi Zhenjun, and his disciples all returned safely.
Of course, the other side also suffered huge losses.
As darkness fell completely, Hu Le pushed up his hair ornament, and a cloud of merit and auspiciousness rose above his head, its radiance illuminating the entire prehistoric world.
Above the auspicious clouds, a Chaos Bell hangs, also emitting a dazzling light.
Chisongzi and the others also raised their auspicious clouds, which merged with Hu Le's auspicious cloud. As the cloud light rippled, it swept away all the calamity clouds in the sky...
The goddess Houtu and others opposite also rose up with auspicious clouds, which also illuminated the heavens.
The world was utterly silent, a thin mist hung in the air, and the moonlight was cold and lonely.
Soon after, Hu Le took the initiative and patted the white ox on the head.
"Moo!"
The white ox bellowed, breaking the silence of the world, and slowly walked onto the field.
Di Jun and Hou Tu exchanged a glance and went out to meet them.
Once they reached the center of the arena, Hu Le raised his bamboo cane and pointed it at the two men, laughing, "You two dare to fight me?"
Di Jun sneered, "Xuanxiang, it's been many years, and you've become more and more arrogant!"
Houtu Niangniang also snorted coldly.
Hu Le chuckled softly, "Whether it's arrogance or confidence, you'll find out once you try, fellow Daoist."
“Very well! I’d like to see what progress you’ve made over the years that makes you so boastful.”
Di Jun sneered, reached out and slapped the golden carriage he was sitting on. The carriage immediately rushed to Hu Le's side, and he raised the Demon Emperor Sword and slashed out.
Hu Le pulled on the reins, and the white ox jumped to the side, dodging the sword.
Di Jun urged the golden chariot to catch up again and slashed at Hu Le once more.
Hu Le raised his bamboo staff, deflected the sword, and then thrust the staff forward, aiming it at Di Jun's chest.
Di Jun quickly drove his golden chariot backward to avoid it.
"Fellow Daoist, watch how I slap your face!"
Hu Le spurred his horse to catch up, and with a swing of his bamboo staff, he aimed straight for Di Jun's face.
Di Jun dodged to the side, and with a flick of his Demon Emperor Sword, he thrust it toward Hu Le's heart.
Hu Le withdrew his bamboo staff and used it to block the sword.
Just then, Houtu Niangniang rode her Qilin and approached Hu Le's side, swinging her sword towards his waist.
Hu Le squeezed the bull's belly with his legs, and the white bull lunged backward, allowing Hu Le to dodge the sword strike...
Immediately, the three clashed with swords and staffs, engaging in a fierce battle that unfolded like a revolving lantern.
A cloud of merit and auspiciousness hung above Hu Le's head, surrounded by aura of profound yellow. Above the cloud, the Chaos Bell rotated slightly, and a waterfall of chaotic energy flowed down, making him completely invincible.
With these two defensive treasures in hand, even if Pangu himself descended, wielding the Heaven-Opening Axe, it would be difficult for him to break through their protection and harm Hu Le in the slightest...
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