Chapter 864 The Saint's Dharma Body, One Sword Slashes...
Outside the furnace.
Half an incense stick's time has passed.
The smile on Laozi's face grew wider and wider.
He stroked his long beard, looking confident of victory.
"The commotion inside the furnace has subsided, it seems that the wicked creature has been almost completely refined."
"From this perspective, that wicked creature isn't very capable; it's just that it has cultivated some strange supernatural powers..."
"I think the immortals of Lingxiao need some serious training. They need me to deal with even a mere sword cultivator like this?"
When Laozi said this, his voice became noticeably more sinister, especially when he emphasized the word "training".
The immortals of the Nine Heavens felt a chill run down their spines and shrank back, not daring to meet the cold gaze of the Supreme Lord Laozi.
Fortunately, after Laozi finished speaking, his face returned to its kind expression.
He stood up, straightened his clothes, and prepared to open the furnace to retrieve the elixir.
"Congratulations, Laozi! Congratulations, Laozi!"
"When Laozi appears, it is indeed extraordinary! No matter how arrogant that demon is, he will ultimately be unable to escape the Dao Ancestor's palm!"
The immortals rushed forward to offer their congratulations, showering them with flattery.
The Jade Emperor nodded in satisfaction, his furrowed brows finally relaxing as he smiled and exclaimed, "With this problem eliminated, the Heavenly Court is now free of worry."
Ran.
Just as Laozi stretched out his hand, preparing to lift the lid of the furnace...
Click.
A very faint yet extremely piercing cracking sound suddenly rang out.
In the deathly silence of waiting, the sound was like a thunderclap.
Laozi's 꿛 was frozen in mid-air.
His smile froze, and his eyelids twitched suddenly.
That sound...
Something's not right!
Before he reached this level of cultivation and possessed the Eight Trigrams Furnace, he once forcibly refined a celestial pill in an attempt to break through. The moment he opened the furnace, he heard a similar shattering sound. The outcome that time was that while the pill was successfully refined, the furnace he used couldn't withstand the pressure and broke.
At that time, he was in great pain from his alchemy furnace.
I've always remembered this.
So when he heard a similar sound, the hairs on his entire body stood on end.
"Um?"
Laozi lowered his head and looked at the Bagua Furnace, which he had long since tempered to an indestructible state, so that even the Execution Platform could not break it.
On the smooth, mirror-like furnace wall, which flowed with the rhythm of the Great Dao, a crack had appeared out of nowhere.
Those were cracks that had spread from the inside.
Immediately afterwards.
BOOM!
A fist-shaped imprint suddenly appeared on the Bagua Furnace.
It's like someone inside is punching the inner wall of the Bagua Furnace.
Click, click...
More cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.
BOOM BOOM BOOM—!
Amidst the sounds of beating like a violent storm.
Fist and palm prints appeared continuously on the outer wall of the Eight Trigrams Furnace. In the blink of an eye, while Laozi was stunned, the entire Eight Trigrams Furnace was covered with marks.
The entire massive furnace body was covered with dense cracks.
Then, a terrifying heat wave, a hundred times more violent than the divine fire of the celestial lord, burst forth wildly through the cracks.
Even the surrounding space was distorted and deformed by the heat.
"This... that sword cultivator wasn't refined, he... he's going to come out of there?!"
"No...this is impossible!"
Laozi's eyes widened, filled with shock, anger, and disbelief.
Where is even a trace of the saintly demeanor of the Three Pure Ones?
"This is the Eight Trigrams Furnace! It's my innate spiritual treasure! How could this be..."
Boom—!!!
Before he could finish speaking...
A deafening roar shattered the clouds of the ninth heaven.
That Bagua Furnace has refined countless gods, demons, monsters, peerless medicinal herbs, and divine weapons.
In full view of everyone
It exploded.
Purple-gold fragments flew everywhere like a meteor shower, each fragment burning with raging flames, crashing down countless palaces.
땤In that endless sea of fire and ruins꿗뀞.
A figure slowly stood up.
Behind them lay a black beast, its entire body charred, which was none other than the Taotie.
The figure was naked, every inch of its skin flowing with golden-red magma, as if it were cast from pure flames and calamities.
His long white hair danced wildly in the flames, and the scattered divine fire gradually subsided, condensing on his body into a divine armor made of flowing flames.
Chen Huai'an clenched his fist, then flipped his wrist, and the Chaos Divine Sword reappeared.
The sword's blade was now wreathed in golden-red flame patterns, clearly indicating that the power of the Divine Fire of the Demon King had been absorbed and become part of the nourishment for forging the sword.
Chen Huai'an raised his head.
Those eyes, burning with golden flames, stung the eyes of all the immortals, fixed intently on the pale-faced Laozi high in the clouds.
“Old man.” Chen Huai’an’s voice was hoarse and deep.
It felt like two red-hot coals rubbing against each other inside my chest.
"So, you're using this broken furnace and this so-called 'divine fire' to burn my stupid monkey?"
He stuck out his tongue and licked the last wisp of embers remaining on his chapped lips.
That tastes bitter.
It was the suffering that Sun Wukong endured for forty-nine days of refinement.
Chen Huai'an's lips curled into a sinister smile, revealing his gleaming white teeth.
"I have to say... the taste of this fire is really bitter."
"Since it's so tough..."
He slowly raised his sword, its tip pointing straight to the sky.
"Then why don't you, old man, also taste... the suffering that my monkey endured!"
Laozi shuddered. Looking into those eyes, some long-forgotten memories suddenly surfaced in his mind.
"That look...that cause and effect..."
Lao Jun staggered back a step, his whisk trembling.
"You are... Daoist Zhunti?!"
His answer was a sword cry that ripped through the heavens and earth.
Clang—!!!
Chen Huai'an brandished his sword.
This sword strike was neither a stab nor a slash.
땤 is — 泼 (pō).
It was as if the biggest oil pot in the world had been overturned.
Rumble!
The Nine Heavens, which were originally shrouded in pure mist, changed color in an instant.
It wasn't black, nor white; it was a crimson hue of utter despair.
That was heavenly fire hanging upside down.
The sword energy unleashed by that strike, wrapped in the divine fire of the 뀖丁, transformed into a sea of fire covering tens of thousands of miles, roaring towards the Lingxiao Palace like a celestial river pouring down from above.
The clouds were ignited and turned into flowing lava.
The space was burned through, revealing a dark void of turbulent currents.
"Oh no!! Retreat quickly!!"
Outside the Lingxiao Palace, before countless heavenly soldiers and generals could even scream, their armor turned into molten iron, instantly evaporating them and their armor into a wisp of smoke.
"This fire...this fire can't be stopped!!"
A Golden Immortal unleashed his natal immortal artifact in an attempt to defend, but the shield forged from divine iron melted like wax the moment it touched the crimson sword light.
He screamed in agony, half of his body instantly charred black, and he fled in a disheveled state, turning into light.
hot.
Extreme heat.
The entire Nine Heavens seemed to have turned into a giant steamer.
Even those high-ranking Grand Luo Immortals and Quasi-Saints had ashen faces and had to raise their protective divine light to retreat repeatedly, watching helplessly as the glazed tiles and dragon pillars that symbolized the majesty of the Heavenly Court cracked and peeled away inch by inch in this raging wave of fire.
This sword strike.
It burned through the Lingxiao Palace.
땤 in the most fiery sea 꿗뀞.
The Dharma body of Laozi is like an insect trapped in amber.
"You beast, cease your arrogance! This Divine Fire of the Jade Emperor was refined by me; how dare you harm me?"
Before he could finish speaking...
A burst of sword energy flew out from the sea of fire.
The sword energy was not only enveloped in the divine fire of the sword, but also in a viscous, ink-like chaos.
Laozi's expression changed drastically. He frantically waved his whisk and summoned the Taiji Diagram, attempting to block the inverted heavenly fire.
But it was too late.
That's too slow.
brush--
A thin, bright golden thread, almost transcending the dimension of time, flashed and disappeared amidst the raging sea of fire.
Lao Jun stopped moving.
He couldn't feel any pain.
I felt a strange chill on my neck, which was the illusion that the extreme heat had burned away my soul in an instant.
My vision began to spin.
The world has turned upside down.
He saw a crimson sky.
I saw a headless corpse wearing a Bagua Taoist robe, slowly falling over.
That flame...it's so hot.
It's as hot as when that monkey shouts.
Thump.
The head, with its white hair and beard, landed and rolled a long way before it came to a stop and was burned into a handful of white ash by the raging sword energy around it.
One sword.
Heavenly fire scorched the world, and the Dao Ancestor was beheaded.
After a deathly silence came an outburst of rage.
"Aaaaaaah!!!!"
Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens lies the Tusita Heaven.
That sacred place, shrouded in mist, suddenly exploded at that moment.
A terrifying shockwave swept out, shattering the surrounding sea of clouds.
While Laozi was in seclusion refining elixirs, he suddenly spat out a stream of his primordial essence blood and let out a shrill roar that resounded throughout the Three Realms.
"evil creature!!"
"Destroy my precious furnace! Kill my Dharma body!!"
"I am your sworn enemy!!!"
Boom!
The gates of the Tushita Palace suddenly swung open.
A vast and boundless aura of sainthood, carrying boundless rage and killing intent, surged towards the Southern Heavenly Gate like a Taiyi beast awakening...
It's sweeping in!
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