Xuan Du Daoist and his companions stood on the golden bridge, watching Zhu Long and his group flee in panic from the Two Elements Micro Dust Array, their eyes filled with disdain.
Guang Chengzi, holding the Pangu Banner, chuckled coldly, "They escaped quickly. They're just a bunch of creatures born from wet eggs, covered in fur and horns, yet they dare to run wild in our formation."
Xuandu Daoist shook his head and smiled faintly, "It's one thing for Kunpeng and the others to be so bad, but I didn't expect that Senior Zhulong would also fall so low and start associating with the demon race."
Chi Jingzi sneered from the side: "Zhulong?! Heh... just a stubborn old god who doesn't know the times. Does he really think he's still living in the ancient Three Sovereigns era?"
“That’s right. He was suppressed by that Taoist leader for so many years. Now that he has finally escaped, he has not learned his lesson and dares to oppose my great Sage Sect. Could he also be one of those destined on the Investiture of the Gods?” Huanglong Taoist replied.
"Who knows..."
Seeing that the demons had returned to their original formation, Xuandu Daoist also called his fellow disciples to descend the golden bridge and exit the Yin-Yang Micro Dust Formation.
"Senior Zhulong, Brother Kunpeng, how are you now? Can you still break my Two Elements Dust Array?"
The voice of the Taoist Xuandu echoed in the sky.
Zhulong's face was gloomy. He exchanged a glance with Kunpeng Ancestor and gestured for Kunpeng Ancestor to go and report back.
Just now, even though he, as a senior, personally tried to break the formation, he still couldn't break it. He was already feeling a bit embarrassed in front of these junior Xuanmen disciples.
If I were to stand up now and engage in a war of words with a few younger people over this, wouldn't that be even more shameless?
Let's leave this task to the Kunpeng Ancestor.
Anyway, he was the commander-in-chief of the demon army.
Moreover, this birdfish has never really cared much about its skin...
Kunpeng Ancestor received a signal from Zhulong, and a hint of annoyance flashed between his brows.
What? You, Zhulong, care about your reputation, but I, a dignified demon master, don't care about mine?
However, remembering his position as head coach, he felt it would be difficult to refuse.
His eyes darted around, and he immediately came up with an idea. He planned to take Zhulong with him to the front lines to report back to Daoist Xuandu.
Just as he was about to give Zhulong a wink, he realized that the old man had already closed his eyes and was no longer looking at him.
In that case, how could he not understand Zhulong's thoughts?
The Kunpeng Ancestor shook his head helplessly.
Since Old Zhulong is unwilling to step forward, he can't force him to.
Kunpeng Ancestor sighed inwardly, floated into the arena, and exchanged a few words with Xuandu Daoist.
Finally, after uttering a few harsh words, he withdrew his troops and returned to Beiju Luzhou.
...
At the summit of Mount Ling, clouds and mist swirl, and Buddhist light and demonic energy intertwine and collide, as if the most intense battle in the world is unfolding here.
Both sides used all their skills to try and suppress the other, but they could not gain the upper hand.
The Buddhist monks chanted the true scriptures and displayed various Buddhist supernatural powers. For a time, auspicious light shone brightly above Mount Ling, as dazzling as a golden sun.
Meanwhile, the members of the demonic sect activated their supernatural powers and magical treasures, summoning countless demons and monsters that bared their fangs and claws as they attacked Buddhism.
The scene was extremely chaotic, with shouts of killing and chanting of scriptures resounding through the sky...
However, Buddhism's ability to become the world's leading religion is not without its unique merits, nor is it a result of mere speculation or undeserved fame.
Although the demonic path is powerful, it is still slightly inferior to the Buddhist path.
After a long and fierce battle, the once beautiful and enchanting mountains and blessed lands surrounding Mount Ling have all turned into nothingness.
The battle situation gradually shifted in Lingshan's favor.
At this moment, the Buddha's light and auspicious clouds in the sky grew increasingly intense, like a golden ocean, gradually engulfing the rising demonic energy.
The Buddha displayed unparalleled power, standing atop a massive thousand-petaled golden lotus, his sixteen-foot-tall golden body appearing as if Mount Tai were crushing an egg.
The primordial demon lord launched a fierce attack on Tathagata, but could not harm him in the slightest.
On the contrary, because of the occasional counterattacks from Buddha, he ended up in a rather embarrassing situation.
As the situation grew increasingly unfavorable to their side, the three leaders of the demonic sects became extremely grave, a thick cloud of gloom settling between their brows...
Just as the situation of the Demonic Sect was becoming increasingly dire, suddenly the sky was filled with light, accompanied by golden flowers, and boundless auspicious light and auspicious energy surged out from the depths of the void.
The next moment, Jieyin and Zhunti slowly emerged from the depths of the heavenly light.
The expressions of the Primordial Demon Lord and the others changed drastically upon seeing the arrival of the two patriarchs and saints.
He made a decision immediately, no longer caring about getting entangled with Buddha, and shouted: "Go!"
Then, he transformed into a streak of light and shot off into the sky.
The Styx Ancestor also knew that now that Jieyin Zhunti had arrived, their chances of winning this time were slim; they would be lucky to even escape.
He immediately put away the magical treasure, and his figure transformed into billions of blood god children, scattering in all directions and rushing towards the Buddhist disciples on the battlefield.
The Supreme Demon Ancestor easily broke free from Amitabha Buddha's entanglement and transformed into a streak of black light, shooting towards the heavens.
Going back to the Styx Ancestor, he directly unleashed all of his Blood God Children.
In an instant, countless faint blood shadows darted across the field, and millions of Buddhist disciples were instantly afflicted.
When that blood-red shadow pounced on him, all his essence, blood, and magical power were devoured in an instant.
In the end, only a human skin remained, drifting away.
When Zhunti Daoist saw countless Buddhist disciples die tragically in an instant, he was furious.
"Styx! You dare to act so arrogantly even with the arrival of your master here!"
He immediately flicked his finger, unleashing a burst of intense, dazzling golden lightning.
The ball of lightning drifted to the sky above Mount Ling and suddenly exploded, splitting into billions of thin, thread-like bolts of lightning.
These bolts of lightning, like flashing silver snakes, darted between heaven and earth, and in an instant found those Blood God Children.
The millions of Blood God's children who were struck or entangled by this lightning were instantly transformed into wisps of smoke.
In the blink of an eye, billions of Blood God Children were wiped out almost simultaneously.
However, these are all incarnations of the Styx Ancestor; his true self has long since fled into the Netherworld and returned to the Blood Sea.
At this moment, the Guide also made his move. He suddenly took a palm-sized pouch from his waist and casually tossed it into the air above Mount Ling.
The bag swayed in the wind and immediately opened its mouth.
In an instant, countless demonic disciples below cried out in alarm, each one involuntarily flying up from the ground, like moths to a flame, and throwing themselves into the bag.
Whether it was a Golden Immortal, a Taiyi Immortal, or even a Great Luo Demon Lord, once they were trapped and locked in this bag, they were all unable to struggle and could only obediently fall into the bag and disappear.
The remaining demonic disciples were terrified at the sight.
They all let out a shout and scattered like birds and beasts, each using their own escape techniques.
"Hmph! You think you can come and go as you please? What do you take my Mount Ling for!"
Seeing the demons fleeing in all directions, Zhunti Daoist couldn't help but snort and raised his hand to unleash a Buddha Kingdom in the palm of his hand.
This great Buddhist supernatural power can be used by the Buddha himself.
As one of the founders and saints of Buddhism, he naturally possessed unparalleled skill...
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