When Hu Le first reached the realm of transcendence and began to make his moves, he was still somewhat unaccustomed to it.
After all, having been infused with so much innate primordial essence, he inevitably felt somewhat uncomfortable when he made his move.
However, with the siege of the saints, he gradually adapted to this realm.
His transcendent strength was finally revealed.
No matter which saint it is, he can defeat them with a single move.
Even someone as powerful as Hongjun Daoist had to dodge and weave when facing Hu Le head-on, making him look quite disheveled.
Hu Le took a step forward and appeared in front of Hongjun Daoist. With a flick of his staff, Hongjun Daoist dared not meet his attack and hurriedly dodged to the side.
Hu Le unleashed several moves of his free-style martial arts, but they were all dodged by Hongjun Daoist.
Hu Le frowned slightly. The Hongmeng Bell hanging above his head swayed slightly, and a powerful bell sound resounded in the chaos.
"Thump!"
The sound of the bell resounded directly in Hongjun Daoren's mind, causing his mind to tremble violently and his body to freeze for a moment.
Just then, Hu Le's bamboo cane swept towards him.
"not good!"
Hongjun Daoist's expression changed drastically. He tried to dodge, but found that he couldn't move his body at all and could only watch helplessly as the bamboo staff came crashing down on him.
Seeing this, Tai Shang and the others in the distance launched a fierce attack on Hu Le, seemingly trying to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao.
They used every trick in the book, employing all sorts of magical treasures, spells, and supernatural powers.
In an instant, multicolored lights flashed, and energy storms surged in the chaos.
Unfortunately, although the attacks of the saints were fierce, they were all reduced to nothing by the Primordial Purple Qi surrounding him before they could even get close.
Just then, the purple bamboo staff in Hu Le's hand, carrying unparalleled power, crashed down on Hongjun Daoist.
At the critical moment, Hongjun Daoist finally reacted and quickly raised his bamboo staff to block the blow.
Boom!
A loud crash was heard as the bamboo canes in the two men's hands collided violently, producing a deafening sound.
Shocked by such a tremendous force, Hongjun Daoist's face turned pale, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
The bamboo staff in his hand could not withstand the force and shattered with a crash.
However, Hu Le's purple bamboo staff did not stop, and continued to sweep down fiercely towards Hongjun Daoist with a gust of wind.
Hongjun Daoist had no time to react and could only desperately tilt his head to try and dodge the fatal blow.
But in the end, it was too late; the purple bamboo staff landed heavily on Hongjun Daoist's shoulder.
With a "poof," Hongjun Daoist spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire body, like a meteor falling to the ground, disappeared straight into the chaos below.
Hongjun Daoist plummeted wildly, shattering the chaotic air currents along his path.
It plummeted straight down, for who knows how many millions of miles, before finally managing to regain its footing.
After he regained his footing, he quickly reached out and covered his shoulder, coughed several times, and spat out several mouthfuls of blood.
Although he only took the blow to the shoulder, and it appeared to be just a shoulder injury, in reality, a large amount of innate primordial power had been invaded into his body.
These forces of the Great Dao were like sharp blades, constantly cutting and churning within his body, causing him unbearable pain as they surged and crashed against him, making him feel as if he were living a life worse than death.
Hongjun Daoist forced himself to breathe heavily despite the pain, his heart filled with anger and resentment towards Hu Le.
With a flick of his wrist, the shattered bamboo cane was instantly restored to its original state.
He was about to turn around and go back to Hu Le to avenge himself, but after taking only two steps, he suddenly came to his senses and stopped.
"Sigh... We can't beat them! They're no match for us at all!"
Hongjun Daoist sighed dejectedly, then turned and returned to Zixiao Palace with a heavy heart full of resentment and helplessness.
He was wise enough to know that since he was no match for them, going back wouldn't be about revenge, but rather inviting a beating...
Having dealt with Hongjun Daoist, Hu Le was finally free to deal with Taishang and the others.
Hu Le turned around, took a step forward with a calm expression, and instantly closed in on Laozi.
However, before Hu Le could make a move, Laozi seized the Taiji Diagram and shook it violently, unfurling the treasure map like a scroll and sweeping towards Hu Le.
Seeing this, Hu Le gently waved his bamboo staff, and a purple energy blade shot out from the staff, heading straight for the Tai Chi diagram.
In an instant, the purple energy blade collided violently with the Tai Chi diagram, producing a loud bang that caused the Tai Chi diagram to tremble violently.
Immediately afterwards, Hu Le swung his bamboo staff again, skillfully deflecting the incoming Tai Chi diagram, and then swung it fiercely towards Laozi.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Laozi hurriedly retreated and narrowly avoided Hu Le's attack.
At the same time, he quickly shook the Tai Chi diagram, transforming it into a white jade bridge spanning the chaos.
Then, he leaped and landed steadily on the golden bridge.
"Fellow Daoists! Come quickly!"
Laozi stood on the golden bridge, his heart filled with worry, fearing that Nuwa and the others would be defeated one by one by Hu Le.
Therefore, he cried out and called upon the other saints.
Upon hearing Laozi's call, the sages responded and quickly leaped onto the golden bridge, ready to face Hu Le's attack.
Hu Le looked up and saw that the saints had already stepped onto the white jade bridge, their bodies surrounded by bright five-colored light, protected by the Taiji diagram.
At this moment, under the cover of the golden bridge, the chaotic airflow below ceased to flow.
"Heh! How could a mere Tai Chi diagram possibly stop me!"
Hu Le smiled slightly, took a step forward, and appeared on the golden bridge.
If it were anyone else, their cultivation level, realm, and even strength would be suppressed and weakened by the Taiji Diagram as soon as they stepped onto the Golden Bridge.
However, Hu Le was surrounded by the Primordial Purple Qi of the Primordial Chaos, which could not be suppressed by the Taiji Diagram.
As he walked step by step toward the saints, the Primordial Bell above his head rang continuously, and the Golden Bridge trembled violently.
Upon seeing this, Laozi frowned, and his magical power surged from beneath his feet, instantly freezing the trembling white jade bridge.
At this moment, Hu Le had already approached the saints not far away, carrying his bamboo staff.
"Attack together!"
With a roar, the Sage Zhunti immediately launched an attack, sending out a Seven Treasures Tree with a thunderous roar.
The Sage of Guidance also raised his blessed pestle, which, enveloped in a dense, golden Buddhist light, blasted towards Hu Le.
Nuwa held the red embroidered ball in her hand, then bit her left index finger into her cherry lips, squeezing out a perfect drop of blood, which dripped onto the red embroidered ball.
The red embroidered ball immediately shone brightly with blood-red light, automatically flying from her hand and transforming into a beam of red light that hurtled towards Hu Le...
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