Chapter 391: Taking Fire as a Method, the Immortal Jin Ting
Purple air emanated from the Taoist's head, and his eyes seemed to be burning with fire. He shouted, "My Shenjing Palace established its palace and mansion in West Dongting eight hundred years ago. Although we reside in this blessed land, we dare not claim to be the master of this place and usurp the blessings of heaven and earth. You have only come today, how dare you speak so arrogantly!"
Gong Mengbi sneered and said, "Eight hundred years ago when I was free and unrestrained, your Shenjing Palace didn't even exist. You want to occupy West Dongting Mountain, but you don't have the ability to do so. You're being coy and pretentious, which only makes people laugh."
The Taoist priest from Shenjing Palace could no longer hold back. He made a seal with his hand, stretched out his finger, and colorful flames appeared in the void. Purple smoke surrounded it, and red air broke through the air, rolling towards Gong Mengbi.
Gong Mengbi laughed and said, "It's just a trifle."
A white cloud flew out from behind him, waving in the sky. The water of Taihu Lake seemed to be summoned, and endless water vapor gushed out, suppressing the purple smoke and red air completely.
Water vapor condensed around Gong Mengbi and turned into sharp ice arrows that shot towards the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest leaped up and raised a large flag embroidered with dragon patterns, which turned into layers of clouds to protect himself.
"Where is Fanu? Come and help me!"
The large flag with dragon pattern flickered with purple light, and then a loud dragon roar was heard at the foot of West Dongting Mountain. A red light and shadow flew out from the water and headed straight for Gong Mengbi.
The red light and shadow pounced in front of Gong Mengbi, and Gong Mengbi could see it clearly, with its fangs and claws bared, it was clearly a red dragon.
“It turned out to be a long worm.”
Gong Mengbi didn't care. Five white shadows suddenly pounced on him from behind, covering the red dragon like smoke and clouds, and took it behind him.
The red dragon rushed left and right in his tail, but it only crashed into the cloud that was weak but full of soft power.
It wanted to spit out fire to burn, but the fire coming out of its mouth was annihilated into gray smoke, which choked itself and made it cough repeatedly.
The smoke and cloud continued to tighten, and in just a moment, the red dragon was trapped in it and unable to move, as if it was stuck in a swamp or quicksand, without any strength left.
When the Taoist saw that Chilong was unable to accomplish anything, he immediately turned around and fled, heading straight for the Shenjing Palace.
Gong Mengbi was not in a hurry and followed step by step.
With every step taken, the celestial phenomenon on West Dongting Mountain changed. By the time they arrived in front of the Shenjing Palace, they could only see a crescent moon in the sky that looked like a hook or a knife. Thin clouds covered the Shenjing Palace, and it was plunged into a void and illusion.
The Taoist priest had gathered several fellow disciples and stood in front of the palace gate. Each of them held a magical tool and looked at Gong Mengbi. He said in a sad voice: "My fellow disciples, we swear to protect Shenjing Palace to the death!"
Gong Mengbi looked over and saw that except for the leading Taoist who was a sixth-grade cultivator, the rest were all seventh-grade and not worth mentioning.
Those Taoists shouted loudly, raised flags, magic swords, jade chimes and other magical instruments, and rushed towards Gong Mengbi.
But there was only a hint of an unchanging smile in Gong Mengbi's narrow eyes, as if he was mocking and laughing at their arrogance.
As the magic weapons flew over, Gong Mengbi finally revealed his true form. His body shape did not change, but five huge fox tails behind him swung up, and with just a light sweep, all the magic weapons were swept away.
The leading Taoist shuddered, "Fox demon! It's a fox demon!"
Gong Mengbi suddenly disappeared from their sight. The thin cloud surrounding the Shenjing Palace suddenly pounced in front of the Taoist priest, transforming into a half-human, half-fox face and shouting, "You want to call me..."
"Jin Ting Daxian!"
The words resounded in his ears like thunder, and the whole world was distorted in his eyes. The Taoist priest was still struggling to escape from the Yin Spirit, but he saw a vast cloud coming towards him, and the sky became dark, and he lost consciousness.
Gong Mengbi's laughter was heard from the Shenjing Palace, constantly changing in the thin clouds. The waning moon in the sky disappeared, startling the cranes raised in the Shenjing Palace, which kept crying.
The lights are dim.
The Shenjing Palace uses fire as a dharma, and lights of various colors are lit. The lights and flowers illuminate the ten directions, creating a bright and clear scene.
When Taoist Xiao of Shenjing Palace woke up, he saw the familiar scene of Shenjing Palace.
He was immediately startled and wanted to stand up, but he could only raise half of his body and was unable to move anymore.
The disciples of Shenjing Palace were all collapsed in the Golden Palace. They gradually woke up one by one, but were completely unable to move.
Taoist Xiao remembered what happened before he fell into a coma, and immediately turned his head to look for Gong Mengbi.
Sure enough, he saw the fox demon sitting high above the golden palace, on a throne, with his head supported by his left hand, looking at him with a half-smile.
Taoist Xiao was not as skilled as the other man and his face turned red, but he did not lose his life. He felt ashamed and angry, but also felt a little relieved that he had survived the disaster.
Taoist Xiao said weakly, "You captured all the disciples of my Shenjing Palace. What exactly do you want to do?"
The fox demon said jokingly, "I told you, from today on, I am the master of West Dongting Mountain. This Shenjing Palace is in West Dongting Mountain, so of course it will be under my jurisdiction."
Taoist Xiao was furious and wanted to yell, but he couldn't muster the strength. He just snorted coldly and said, "How can we cultivators like me be governed by a demon like you?"
Gong Mengbi narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm not discussing this with you."
All the hairs on Taoist Xiao's body stood up. The lights in the hall could not suppress the cold murderous aura. It seemed that ice was about to condense on the pillars of the golden hall.
Gong Mengbi stood up and said, "I have no interest in humiliating you. You don't have to call me Master. Just call me the Great Immortal of the Golden Court."
"I originally wanted to kill you, destroy the Shenjing Palace, and build a new cave, but this golden palace is really quite ingenious. I'm afraid I won't be able to find a better one in a short time. I can only make do with this. I can't leave you without anyone to serve me, so I'll spare your lives."
"From now on, I will cultivate in this Golden Palace, and you will serve me in all my daily needs. In return, I will spare your lives and allow you, the Shenjing Palace, to continue cultivating in West Dongting Mountain."
He exclaimed in admiration, as if sighing at his own kindness, then looked at Taoist Xiao, revealed a strange smile, and said: "Or, you can try to see if you can escape."
"But I have to say this beforehand. This time, I will not hold back."
Taoist Xiao was so angry that his lips were shaking, but when he looked back at his entire family, young and old, from the elderly and dying teachers to the little Taoist children with yellow hair and hanging down hair, their lives all depended on his one thought.
Gong Mengbi strolled in the Golden Palace, which was carved with many dragon patterns and had very gorgeous murals with bright colors and lifelike appearance.
He was attracted by these murals and looked at them slowly. They were stories about people and dragons from ancient times.
There are the Holy Emperor Xuanyuan riding a dragon, Yinglong flapping his wings to disperse the smoke and fog, dragon horses carrying books and presenting treasures, and the Huanlong clan herding flying dragons. There are all kinds of dragon appearances, and there are countless others.
Taoist Xiao looked at Gong Mengbi with a look that was filled with both fear and hatred.
But two hands beside him grabbed the corners of his clothes. He looked to his left and right, and saw his two fellow apprentices pointing at the young Taoist priests and shaking their heads slightly.
Those little Taoist priests were so frightened that their souls had left their bodies and their whole bodies were trembling.
Taoist Xiao closed his eyes in grief and indignation, his throat rolling as he said, "Thank you, Great Immortal Jin Ting, for sparing my life."
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