Chapter 307

The black dragon before his eyes seemed like a great tonic.

And by merely reciting, he could draw it in.

This is the innate authority of the Son of Heaven and Earth.

The core of the dragon vein's qi is the power of the state.

But at this moment, Zhang Jian's gaze flickered; on the surface of the Dong Emperor's Treasure Mirror in his hand, light flowed, and in the void, he faintly saw dozens of evil qi appearing on the mirror, and he immediately informed Chaomu on the altar via divine sense.

On the altar, Chaomu looked over, and beside the Dongling Plaza, several figures silently vanished from their spots.

The Dong Emperor's Treasure Mirror shone, and on its surface, Zhang Jian could see, in the depths of the void, several figures condensing into a vast magical net, binding a group of people.

This is a treasure forged from the imperial dragon qi of the court.

Zhang Jian had seen this treasure before; it is a secret treasure refined by the Dongshen Observatory, the Heavenly Net and Earthly Trap.

This treasure is imbued with dragon vein qi and possesses the power to seal the void.

"Heavenly Net and Earthly Trap Formation!"

Zhang Jian's gaze flickered as he followed the great net covering the sky above Haojing City; such a treasure is truly profound.

But just then, his gaze shifted, and he saw the Dong Emperor's Treasure Mirror flash, and within its light, a magnificent primordial spirit radiance appeared.

"Someone has broken through!"

And almost simultaneously, a terrifying black mask emerged from the depths of the void; as this black mask appeared, a blood-red battle flag surfaced in the void's depths.

"Descendant of Wei YuanYang, you owe us a debt!"

Yet, as this blood-red battle flag flowed, a blazing 'Liu' character shone brightly, his five fingers slightly unfurling, and within it seemed to come the sound of a dragon's roar.

This dragon's roar instantly drew the black dragon's attention.

The black dragon seemed to feel provoked; it detected the angry dragon's roar and suddenly lunged toward the 'Liu' character battle flag.

"Bold!"

Chaomu raised his head, he coldly shouted, yet in the depths of the void, a killing formation of intertwined profound yin runes suddenly appeared, a finger bone burst forth from within, and in an instant, vast void light collapsed, contracted, and the void-enveloped region seemed as if time flowed, all things withered.

At this moment, Chaomu's primordial spirit radiance surged, the true form of the Yin-Erosion Ghost Emperor had already appeared, azure-blue light encircled his body, and in the depths of the void, a layer of invisible heavenly-earth law power emerged.

At this time, Chaomu furrowed his brow; although he operated the Yin-Erosion Immortal Law, enveloping that region with death-finger power, he felt a heart-pounding sensation—his opponent's Dao cultivation was extremely profound.

His Yin-Erosion Ghost Finger might not be effective!

An oil lamp appeared in his hand, within the dim lamp flickered countless traces of death.

This is his natal treasure.

And also a golden-core-grade spiritual treasure.

As Chaomu was about to activate his technique, in the depths of the void, it seemed like thunder roared, a bolt of freezing heavenly-earth lightning, carrying cold stars, fell from the firmament.

Its long tail pierced through the Heavenly Net and Earthly Trap, instantly breaking through the encirclement, and it straightly slaughtered toward the Martial Heaven Son of Heaven.

"Another Primordial Spirit True Person!"

In the palace halls, Zhang Jian watched this scene, his gaze unmoving; in the Dong Emperor's Treasure Mirror, he saw the true form of that Primordial Spirit True Person—a black-clad girl, peerlessly enchanting, her body condensed with a Yin-attribute primordial spirit immortal law, like thorns stabbing downward.

He did not act; his role in this mission is to use the Dong Emperor's Treasure Mirror to perceive hidden enemies, only needing to inform Chaomu in advance of their movements.

"Primordial Spirit of the Yin-Yang Demon Palace, Yin Month Old Demon?"

Chaomu watched this scene, his expression changed, his spiritual treasure about to be raised, when he heard a strange, cackling laugh from within the death zone.

The laughter seemed to contain a terrifying power that disturbs the seven emotions and six desires.

That voice carried mockery!

"Exactly, it's the Yin Month Old Demon!"

At the same time, Chaomu's gaze swept over, as if he saw countless deep-red silk threads extending from the death zone, like a vast spiderweb, covering heaven and earth.

Chaomu felt a deep-level danger from those deep-red silk threads.

His brow twitched; the fierce azure-blue Nine Nether Flames in his hand spun, and instantly, countless death chants echoed from the depths of the void, like the six sorrowful songs by the River of Yellow Springs.

"Yin-Erosion Divine Flame, Burn the World, Probe the Deep Abyss Great Law!"

He rapidly formed seals with his hands; layer upon layer of azure-blue Nine Nether Flames suddenly expanded, generating vast dark barriers, burning to ash the countless crimson demonic silk threads, and in the darkness, he could see demon infants crawling on those crimson demonic silk threads.

These are the most famous demonic divine puppets of the Demon of Sin Sect.

Burning these demon infants to ash, the Yin-Erosion True Person paid no heed; he sensed danger still lurking in the darkness.

Since the Demon of Sin Sect's Primordial Spirit True Person had cultivated so many terrifying aberrant demon infants, it is highly likely he had cultivated the Demon God Puppet.

Each Demon God Puppet is equivalent to a Primordial Spirit True Person realm; it hides in darkness, formless and traceless; once struck by a sneak attack, a Primordial Spirit True Person finds it hard to muster further resistance.

This is the Demon of Sin Sect's most skilled tactic.

First disturb, then ambush.

Meanwhile, seeing the thorns stabbing toward the Martial Heaven Son of Heaven, the Heavenly Gang True Person's expression drastically changed; simultaneously, he shouted angrily, the Heavenly Gang Divine Sword emerged from its sheath, a golden light tearing through the night floated from his hand, as if a vast dragon's roar came from between heaven and earth.

The sword energy merged into the black dragon's soul, transforming into a Sword of National Fortune that fiercely slashed toward the battle flag.

This is the Sword that Severes National Fortune.

Zhang Jian had previously crossed swords with the Heavenly Gang True Person; he was very clear about this sword's power.

The sword light directly severed the Yin-attribute immortal law above his head, golden radiance rushing straight toward the Yin-Yang Demon Sect's Primordial Spirit True Person.

That Primordial Spirit True Person's gaze held a smile, but her icy eyes first glanced at Chaomu.

Obviously, Chaomu's utterance of "Yin Month Old Demon" had offended her greatly.

Silver moon rings encircled her body; in an instant, a layer of intense black light burst from her body, and wherever it passed, the ten directions of void turned to solid ice.

This is another Yin-attribute, freezing primordial spirit immortal law; as her gaze swept, the ten directions of void all became that hazy white light, turning to solid ice.

"Ten Directions Freezing Realm Immortal Light!"

Gazing at that hazy white light, Zhang Jian's eyes brightened.

This primordial spirit immortal law is renowned in the cultivation world; he had once heard the Transmission Elder mention it.

Not only the Yin Demon Palace, but also the Guanghan Palace excels in this Daoist art.

This art can be said to be the hallmark of the Yin lineage.

It is both offensive and defensive, and moreover, it is the foundation of several great powers' Dao-integrated immortal arts.

At the same time, Zhang Jian suddenly felt a surge of intense heart blood, his gaze directed toward the void's depths, yet he saw in the darkness what seemed to be a majestic, awe-inspiring force piercing straight through subspace, suddenly appearing above the head of Emperor Jingwu.

Zhang Jian suddenly looked at the Dong Emperor's Treasure Mirror in his hand, only to see a point of gloom appearing on the Dong Emperor's Treasure Mirror at this moment.

This point of gloom emerged, as if the ominous, cursing, and deathly forces of heaven and earth had all gathered at a single point, about to explode deep within Emperor Jingwu's brow.

"Has a great true immortal made a move?"

Seeing this, Zhang Jian's expression changed.

The four realms of the primordial spirit: Pure Yang, Golden Body, Creation, Dao Integration.

Only primordial spirit cultivators at the Golden Body and Creation stages can be called great true immortals.

At the Dao Integration level, they are called true sovereigns.