He Xiangu was a disciple of the Xuanmen sect, so how could she not know thunder magic?
With a flick of his lotus flower, he summoned a ball of divine lightning.
The divine thunder was as fast as lightning, striking the top of the bright moon in an instant.
With a flicker, Jiao Yue left behind an avatar to attract the lightning, while her true form transformed into light and escaped the range of the Creation Divine Lightning.
As for that incarnation, it was the essence of the moon, its entire body surrounded by a hazy moonlight and the energy of the yin.
However, in just a moment, this avatar was struck by lightning and turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated.
At this moment, Jiaoyue had already reached out and recalled the Bright Moon Hairpin. At the same time, she summoned a Pure White Lotus, stepped onto the lotus, and floated towards He Xiangu to kill her.
With a sword in one hand and a lotus flower in the other, He Xiangu immediately engaged Jiaoyue in battle once again.
In an instant, the field was filled with innate energy, and the aftershocks of the energy spread out in all directions.
After another dozen or so moves, He Xiangu suddenly felt a lightness in her hand. Looking down, she realized that the immortal sword in her hand had shattered in the collision with the Bright Moon Hairpin.
At this moment, Jiaoyue seemed to see an opportunity. She immediately bit her tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which entered the Haoyue hairpin.
The bright moon hairpin suddenly shone brightly, and then emitted a cold light about a foot long.
In the next instant, she poured her boundless magical power into the hairpin and thrust it forward fiercely.
Seeing the fierce approach of the approaching force, and with her immortal sword not yet ready to be restored, He Xiangu dodged away while hurriedly holding the lotus flower in front of her chest again.
The bright moon hairpin then pierced the lotus flower.
Previously, due to her limited cultivation level, Jiaoyue was unable to fully unleash the mysteries of the Bright Moon Hairpin.
Now, after being imbued with essence and magic power, the power of this innate spiritual treasure can finally be displayed, revealing its true brilliance.
Although the lotus flower in He Xiangu's palm was quite nice, it was ultimately not a magic weapon as difficult to break as the Xuanhuang Pagoda or the Chaos Bell, nor was it even the Creation Green Lotus itself.
How can it withstand the fierce blow of the Bright Moon Hairpin now?
A loud bang.
The pure light surrounding the lotus could no longer withstand the pressure and scattered. The lotus itself let out a mournful cry, then withered and shattered into wisps of pure energy.
The hairpin paused for a moment, then continued to thrust forward, finally striking He Xiangu's chest.
The emerald skirt He Xiangu was wearing at this time was also a precious garment. After being pierced by the bright moon hairpin, it immediately released a burst of seven-colored light.
The bright moon hairpin was momentarily obstructed by the rosy light, and finally paused again for a fleeting moment.
However, in an instant, the seven-colored glow was shattered by the cold light emanating from the bright moon.
He Xiangu realized what was happening and hurriedly retreated.
Unfortunately, it was too late; the cold light emanating from the bright moon hairpin pierced her chest first.
"ah……"
He Xiangu cried out in pain, her face immediately turning pale.
Jiaoyue, seizing the opportunity, pressed her advantage, and with a slight forward thrust, the Haoyue hairpin pierced He Xiangu's heart.
A stream of bright red blood flowed out first, and then He Xiangu fell backward.
"Fellow Daoist!"
Seeing this, Han Xiangzi and the others in the distance could no longer hold back and rushed out, flying towards He Xiangu.
These individuals, like He Xiangu, are among the Eight Immortals of the True Cave.
For thousands of years, the Eight Immortals have been closely connected, and their bond has surpassed that of real siblings.
Seeing He Xiangu fall, her life hanging in the balance, how could they restrain themselves? They all rushed out of the formation.
However, since several of them had perished in their previous clashes with Buddhism, the Eight Immortals were naturally not all present.
Han Xiangzi and his companions rushed to He Xiangu's side, only to find that she had already lost her breath. They were filled with grief and indignation.
"Ah! You vile wench, how cruel you are! I will make you pay for my fellow Daoist's life!"
"Yes! Let her pay for her crimes in blood!"
Their eyes were bloodshot as they rushed toward the bright moon.
Seeing that the other side had a large number of people, Jiaoyue, though a woman, believed that a wise man should not suffer a loss in front of him.
Seeing the opponent attack, she immediately transformed into a beam of light and dodged.
At the same time, several figures also rushed out from the Qin army.
They stood in front of Han Xiangzi and the others.
It turned out that Kongkong'er and Jingjing'er had rushed over.
"What kind of skill is it to bully the weak with numbers! Let me show you what I'm capable of!"
Jingjing shouted loudly and immediately engaged Han Xiangzi in battle.
Kongkong'er then approached Cao Guojiu.
As for Miaozhen, she chose Lan Caihe.
Seeing that her fellow disciples had come to help her, Jiaoyue, who had fled to a distant place, decided to return on her escape light and find Han Zhongli.
In an instant, they all unleashed their supernatural powers and magical treasures, and a chaotic battle ensued.
Meanwhile, the Tongtian Sect Leader summoned his disciples, including the Holy Mother Wudang, and gave them a few instructions. They then eagerly jumped into the arena, challenging the Chan Sect disciples on the opposite side to a duel.
On the battlefield, under the watchful eyes of a million-strong army, the disciples of the Chan Sect would certainly not let their prestige be diminished.
Led by the Antarctic Immortal, they bowed to the two religious leaders.
"It seems this disciple has no choice but to commit murder again! I beg your forgiveness, Master!"
Yuanshi Tianzun nodded slightly and said indifferently, "You don't need to apologize. Go up on stage and do your best. Don't hold back."
"yes."
The disciples agreed and took their magical implements and went up to the stage.
Although most of the so-called Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect were lost, the number of them still appeared to be quite large after entering the arena, including the nominal disciples of Yuanshi Tianzun, the guest elders of Yuxu Palace, and the third-generation disciples.
Compared to the opposing Jie Sect, their aura was in no way inferior.
After all, although the Jie Sect was known as the place where ten thousand immortals came to pay homage, most of them were captured by the two sages of Buddhism after the Investiture of the Gods and converted into Buddhist disciples.
Those disciples had all perished in front of the Great Thunderclap Temple not long ago.
As for those who made it onto the Investiture of the Gods list, they were only a minority.
Furthermore, although they were removed from the Investiture of the Gods and were given Pangu's essence blood by Hu Le, which allowed them to reshape their physical bodies, the years they had lost could never be recovered.
In terms of cultivation, let alone any progress, it's far worse than before it was ranked.
Therefore, although the number of disciples of the Jie Sect is still much larger than that of the Chan Sect, in terms of strength, they may not be able to match the Chan Sect.
The disciples of the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect had a blood feud over the past Investiture of the Gods.
Now that enemies have met, it's natural that they're extremely hostile.
They immediately found their opponents and began to fight fiercely.
A chaotic battle erupted both in the sky and on the ground.
They were originally serene immortals, but now, in order to resolve the calamity, they have no choice but to engage in acts of killing and warfare.
Once they start fighting, all semblance of divine grace vanishes; they become vicious and menacing, as if they want to devour their opponent alive.
At this moment, Yuan Huang led the remaining Taoist disciples and guests to Hu Le.
"Teacher! We disciples are about to go too."
Hu Le nodded in agreement.
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