Chapter 528: Dragon Bat Wolf King Blood-Colored Flower

In the depths of Tianji Shengyu, the shadow of the ancient pagoda was like a huge curtain, shrouding this mysterious land.

Longling and his companions, after enduring successive bitter battles, finally met the monks of Xiguangsi in a hidden valley.

In the valley, towering ancient trees and murmuring streams created a scene of harmony, yet it concealed the impending storm.

Longling, battle-hardened, showed determination and wisdom in his eyes, his clothes stained with battle marks, yet his spirit remained vigorous.

Opposite him was an elderly monk, wearing a simple monk's robe and holding a nine-ringed staff, namely the abbot of Xiguangsi, Master Hui Guang.

His eyes flickered with a profound light, as if able to perceive all mysteries of the world.

The two sat down on a flat stone in the valley and began an in-depth exchange.

Longling spoke first: "Master, the power of the ancient pagoda's spirits far exceeds our imagination; they seem to draw power from the pagoda, continually strengthening themselves. We must find a way to restrain them."

Master Hui Guang nodded, his voice calm yet powerful: "I too have gained some insight in the pagoda's anomaly; although the pagoda's spirits are powerful, their power is not invincible; Xiguangsi's Universal Salvation True Scripture may be their bane."

A glint flashed in Longling's eyes as he eagerly asked: "Master, what is your high opinion?"

Master Hui Guang said slowly: "The Universal Salvation True Scripture contains the unsurpassed wisdom and power of Buddhism; it can purify evil and dispel darkness.

On the pagoda's spirits, I sensed a strong resentment and dark aura, which is exactly what the Universal Salvation True Scripture can overcome.

Longling pondered a moment, then said: "Master, the cultivators of Lihu City, in their battles with the pagoda's spirits, also discovered some of their weaknesses.

If we can combine the power of the Universal Salvation True Scripture, perhaps we can devise a detailed plan to effectively slay the pagoda's cultivators.

"What Longling, benefactor, said is absolutely correct.

The power of the Universal Salvation True Scripture needs to be exerted through our chanting and Dharma Implements.

We can produce a batch of special Dharma Implements engraved with the scripture of the Universal Salvation True Scripture, thereby weakening the pagoda's spirits' power.

Master Hui Guang nodded in agreement.

After listening, Longling's eyes lit up with excitement: "This is indeed a good idea; cultivators can carry these Dharma Implements to directly attack the pagoda spirits' weak points, while Master Hui Guang and the monks of Xiguangsi can use the power of the Universal Salvation True Scripture to strike them on a spiritual level.

Master Hui Guang smiled slightly and continued: "Not only that, we can also set up a Buddhist formation in battle, taking the Universal Salvation True Scripture as its core, forming a strong barrier that weakens the pagoda spirits' power while enhancing our cultivators' combat strength.

"Master, time is short; we must act immediately. I will summon the cultivators of Lihu City and together with the monks of Xiguangsi begin crafting Dharma Implements and laying the formations." Longling rose to his feet, his gaze firm.

Master Hui Guang also rose, his eyes flashing with determined light: "Let us fight side by side, using the power of Buddhism to dispel the pagoda's darkness and protect the tranquility of Tianji Shengyu.

In the following days, the cultivators of Lihu City and the monks of Xiguangsi began their tense preparations.

They crafted a batch of special Dharma Implements, each engraved with the scripture of the Universal Salvation True Scripture, emitting a faint golden glow.

At the same time, Master Hui Guang led the monks in setting up Buddhist formations around the ancient pagoda, each formation containing immense Buddhist power.

As the preparations were completed, Longling and Master Hui Guang stood at the forefront of the troop, their eyes flashing with determined light.

"All cultivators, all masters, preparations are complete. Now is the time to launch the final assault on the pagoda's spirits. Let us use the power of the Universal Salvation True Scripture to dispel darkness and protect our homeland!

Longling shouted loudly.

The cultivators and monks responded in unison, their voices filled with resolve and courage.

Under the leadership of Longling and Master Hui Guang, they marched toward the ancient pagoda, ready to wage the final battle against its spirits.

Under the shadow of the ancient pagoda, battle erupted once again.

The cultivators brandished Dharma Implements engraved with the Universal Salvation True Scripture; each strike carried Buddhist power, weakening the pagoda spirits' defenses.

Meanwhile, the monks of Xiguangsi chanted the Universal Salvation True Scripture at the rear of the battlefield, providing spiritual support to the frontline cultivators.

The pagoda's spirits sensed an unprecedented threat; their power began to wane under the influence of the Universal Salvation True Scripture.

The cultivators seized the opportunity, launching a more fierce assault; under Longling's leadership, they concentrated firepower for the attack.

The battle dragged on; both sides paid a heavy price, but under the power of the Universal Salvation True Scripture and the cultivators' brave fighting, the pagoda's spirits began to fall one by one.

Their bodies turned to ashes under the radiance of Buddhist light, and their souls were purified.

Longling and Master Hui Guang stood on the battlefield, their faces weary but their eyes flashing with resolute light.

Master Hui Guang pressed his palms together, chanting the scriptures to liberate the cultivators and spirits who had fallen in battle.

Longling stood beside him, his heart filled with mourning for his comrades and hope for the future.

"Boom—rumble…

Above the ancient pagoda in Tianji Shengyu, the originally calm sky suddenly became abnormal.

At first, only scattered crimson light points flickered on the horizon, like distant stars stained red by blood.

However, as time passed, these light points grew more numerous and closer; eventually, everyone horrifiedly discovered that those points were actually gigantic bloodsucking bats.

The bloodsucking bats were numerous; their silhouettes formed a shadow in the sky that blocked sunlight, plunging the entire ancient pagoda into an eerie dark red.

Their eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light, and their sharp fangs looked especially ferocious in the dim red sky.

As they approached, a strong fishy wind blew upon them, making all cultivators feel a deep unease.

"Be careful! These bats are not ordinary creatures; they are evil things of the ancient pagoda!" Longling warned loudly, his voice unusually clear in the tense atmosphere.

Just then, the bloodsucking bats surged forward like a bloody cloud, their target clear: they headed straight for the Huanyu cultivators outside the ancient pagoda.

The bats swooped down at astonishing speed, extending their sharp claws and fangs to tear at the cultivators.

Their attacks were extraordinarily swift; many cultivators had no time to react before being gouged by the bats' claws or bitten by their fangs.

Those bitten instantly felt a cold force spreading within their bodies; their soul essences began to be devoured, and their original power rapidly drained.

This original power was absorbed by the bloodsucking bats, making their bodies stronger and their eyes' light more intense.

"Quick, attack them with fire and lightning!" Longling commanded, knowing these bats feared light and heat. The cultivators immediately responded, summoning fire and lightning to launch a counteroffensive against the bat swarm.

Flames burned the bats' wings, lightning pierced their bodies, and for a moment the bat swarm echoed with shrill screams.

However, the bats were far too numerous; their attacks came like waves, one after another, and the cultivators' defenses began to show cracks.

Just then, the top level of the ancient pagoda suddenly burst forth with a strong blood-colored light—a huge blood-colored evil coffin.

The runes on the evil coffin shone brilliantly at that moment, emitting a power that made hearts tremble.

"Oh no, that evil coffin is absorbing the original essence of the devoured soul essences!" Master Hui Guang's voice carried a hint of alarm. As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw that the soul essences of the cultivators slain by the bloodsucking bats had turned into streams of light, flying toward the evil coffin.

The evil coffin was like a bottomless black hole, greedily absorbing the original power of those soul essences.

As more and more origins of the divine souls were absorbed, the runes on the slaughter coffin grew brighter; finally, the entire slaughter coffin began to tremble, as if some terrifying existence were about to awaken.

As the blood-colored slaughter coffin on the top floor of the ancient pagoda emitted a thunderous roar, a suffocating evil aura rapidly spread through the air.

The sky, which should have been clear azure, was now covered by a layer of crimson haze, as if even light were being devoured by that evil power.

The cultivators looked up and saw that, after a violent shudder, the lid of the blood-colored slaughter coffin was flung open. A thick blood light shot up into the sky, enveloping the entire ancient pagoda in a terrifying red glow.

This blood light was not merely light; it was more like a living entity, carrying corrosive and destructive power—wherever it touched, everything was stained with an ominous blood hue.

Within this blood light, a huge silhouette slowly emerged, its form gradually becoming clear, causing all cultivators who witnessed the scene to shudder.

It was a gigantic bloodsucking dragon bat, its size so enormous it nearly occupied half the sky; when its wings spread, they were like a dark cloud, blocking sunlight and casting deep shadows.

The dragon bat's skin showed a morbid dark red, covered with grotesque protrusions and folds, as if stitched together from countless tiny bloodsucking bats.

Its head was abnormally huge, taking up nearly a third of its body, with no eyes, only a massive mouthpart bristling with sharp teeth.

Each tooth was like a sharp dagger, flashing cold light, as if capable of ripping anything apart.

On its back grew a pair of huge wings composed of corpse worms; each flap stirred a gale mixed with countless tiny corpse worms, like a blood rain showering down on the cultivators.

Once these tiny corpse worms touched a cultivator's body, they would quickly burrow into the skin, devour flesh and blood, and turn the cultivator into a new corpse worm.

Most terrifying was the dreadful light emanating from the dragon bat—a deep red glow filled with the aura of death and decay. Under its light, cultivators felt their life force rapidly draining, as if even their souls were being sucked out.

The dragon bat let out an earth-shaking roar, its sound like thunder, hurting the cultivators' eardrums and forcing them to stumble backward involuntarily.

Its roar was filled with anger and provocation, as if declaring its dominion over the world.

The cultivators horrifiedly discovered that the dragon bat's attack was not merely physical destruction; it could also directly siphon the origins of their divine souls.

Those cultivators struck by the dragon bat quickly withered, their soul origins drained dry, then collapsed helplessly to the ground, devoid of vitality.

The entire battlefield descended into chaos and panic.

The appearance of the dragon bat was like a herald of the grim reaper, proclaiming death and despair.

The cultivators scattered and fled, trying to escape the monster's attack range.

But the dragon bat was extremely swift; each of its heads could unleash powerful attacks—flames, ice, lightning, poison—interweaving into a death net that enveloped the cultivators.

Longling and his companions faced this unprecedented terrifying scene, their hearts filled with fear,

but they knew that if they did not defeat this dragon bat, they would never be able to leave this hell.

They must unite and find a way to counter the dragon bat; otherwise, the entire Tianji Shengyu will fall under the ancient pagoda's domain, and all life will be utterly devoured.

At the moment the bloodsucking dragon bat spread its wings and flew forth, the hearts and minds of the Huanyu cultivators were shaken by an unprecedented fear.

This was not only because of the dragon bat's mountain‑size body, but also due to the evil aura it exuded, as if even the sky were being swallowed by its shadow.

The cultivators gazed at the sky‑obscuring dragon bat, and a strong panic surged in their hearts.

Each flap of the dragon bat's wings was accompanied by howling gales, and each roar made the earth tremble.

That grotesque mouthpart, its sharp teeth, and the pair of blood‑red eyes brimming with deathly aura made the cultivators feel a chill rising from the depths of their souls.

"What… what kind of monster is this?!" a young cultivator stammered; his voice sounded insignificant amid the dragon bat's roar, his eyes full of terror, his body trembling involuntarily.

"Run! Run!", another cultivator screamed, turning to flee, but his legs turned weak and powerless from fear, almost unable to move.

"Its skin… its skin is made of countless corpse worms; how could our attacks possibly penetrate such a defense?" a cultivator in heavy armor roared; though his words were full of anger, anyone could hear the fear within him.

"We must stay calm and not let fear control us!", an elder cultivator tried to steady morale, but his voice also trembled slightly, his forehead already beaded with cold sweat.

The emergence of the dragon bat was not merely a battle threat, but also a severe trial of the cultivators' spirits.

Its existence was like a demon crawling out of hell; every move carried the threat of death, and each attack was enough to make even the bravest cultivator feel despair.

The cultivators began to scatter and flee, trying to escape the dragon bat's attack range.

But the dragon bat was extremely swift; each of its heads could unleash powerful attacks—flames, ice, lightning, poison—interweaving into a death net that enveloped the cultivators.

"No… no! I don't want to die here!", a cultivator gasped; his face was full of terror, his body already wounded by the dragon bat's attack, blood staining his robes.

"Our spells are utterly useless against it!", a cultivator despaired; his eyes filled with fear and resentment as he watched his spells dissipate upon the dragon bat, unable to inflict any harm.

On this battlefield shrouded in fear, the cultivators' courage and strength seemed to have been weakened.

Their hearts were filled with terror of the dragon bat; this terror was not merely fear of death, but also a deep dread of the unknown and of immense power.

The dragon bat became an insurmountable mountain in their hearts, an eternal nightmare lurking in the depths of their souls.

The terrifying bloodsucking dragon bat flapped its wings; its massive body blotted out the sky, and its grotesque roar shook every inch of space.

The appearance of the dragon bat was like an omen of the apocalypse, casting a shadow of despair over every cultivator's heart.

The masters of Xiguangsi faced this terrifying dragon bat, yet did not retreat.

Grand Master Huiguang, as the leader of the temple, had eyes flashing with resolute light; he lightly swung his nine‑ringed staff, and streams of Buddha light shot from it, forming a huge "卍" symbol hovering above the battlefield.

"Amitabha, deliver all beings, eight heavenly dragons, manifest!", Grand Master Huiguang's voice was calm yet powerful as he chanted the Pudu True Scripture; the scripture echoed in the air, each character seeming to contain boundless Buddha power.

As Grand Master Huiguang chanted, the Pudu True Scripture transformed into tangible Buddha power; brilliant golden light flourished, and eight dragon shadows flew from the text, coiling in the sky, their bodies made of pure Buddha light, each exuding a sacred and mighty aura.

These eight divine dragons are manifestations of the power in the Pudu True Scripture; their purpose is to protect all beings and eradicate all evil.

The dragon bat sensed the power of the eight divine dragons; its eyes flashed with blood‑thirsty and ferocious light, it let out an earth‑shaking roar and launched an attack on the divine dragons.

Its massive wings flapped, stirring a gale mixed with countless tiny corpse worms, like a blood rain assaulting the divine dragons.

The eight divine dragons soared and danced; their dragon roars shook heaven and earth, each divine dragon opened its massive mouth and spewed golden Buddha light; these lights intertwined in the air to form a solid barrier that blocked the corpse worms and gales.

The battle was imminent; the dragon bat and the eight divine dragons collided in midair, each impact producing a deafening boom.

The dragon bat's claws and fangs were extremely sharp; each attack carried destructive power, yet the Buddha light of the eight divine dragons was equally strong—they nimbly dodged the dragon bat's attacks while countering with Buddha light.

Grand Master Huiguang and the other monks continued chanting the Pudu True Scripture, providing power to the eight divine dragons.

Their chanting echoed above the battlefield like a clear stream, purifying the surrounding evil aura and also giving spiritual support to the cultivators.

The dragon bat seemed to feel anger; its attacks grew more violent, each wingbeat stirring a massive storm that made the entire ancient pagoda tremble.

But the eight divine dragons showed no fear; their bodies, bolstered by Buddha light, became more solid, and each collision with the dragon bat emitted a dazzling glow.

The battle grew ever fiercer; the powers of the dragon bat and the eight divine dragons intertwined in the sky, forming a terrifying yet magnificent spectacle.

Each attack of the dragon bat carried the aura of death, while each counterstrike of the eight divine dragons brimmed with the force of life.

Finally, after a violent collision, the Buddha light of the Eight Divine Dragons condensed into a huge beam that struck the Dragon Bat's chest.

The Dragon Bat let out a painful roar, its body began to burn under the Buddha light's illumination, and finally, with a thunderous boom, its body was completely shattered, turning into countless sparks that dissipated in the air.

As the Dragon Bat dissipated, the evil aura around the ancient pagoda began to gradually weaken, and the blood-red hue in the sky also slowly faded.

The Eight Divine Dragons circled in the air for a while, then turned into streaks of golden light, re-merging into the Pudu True Scripture.

"Boom boom boom..."

After the Dragon Bat's massive body was completely shattered by the Eight Divine Dragons' Buddha light, the entire ancient pagoda area fell into an eerie silence.

However, this calm did not last long; the Dragon Bat's blood, like scorching magma, poured down from the sky, landing on the ancient pagoda's surface and triggering a strange reaction with the runes thereon.

The Dragon Bat's blood seemed to possess life, writhing and intertwining on the pagoda's runes, causing each rune on the surface to glow with an ominous light.

These lights crisscrossed, forming terrifying patterns; the entire ancient pagoda seemed to be granted new life, emanating myriad evil lights that shrouded everything around in a blood-red hue.

As the blood continued to wriggle, the space above the ancient pagoda began to distort, and strong energy surges surged through the air.

Suddenly, a massive rune grand formation appeared above the ancient pagoda, composed of countless intricate runes, each emanating a palpably powerful force.

The rune grand formation violently trembled, as if accumulating some terrifying power.

Just as all cultivators held their breath and stared, the center of the rune grand formation suddenly shot forth a shocking blood pillar that rose straight to the heavens.

Within the blood pillar, a huge silhouette gradually coalesced into form—a gigantic Wolf King, its body hundreds of times larger than an ordinary wolf, each strand of hair like a steel needle, flashing with a cold light.

The Wolf King's eyes were like two blood-red suns, emitting a frenzied, bloodthirsty glow.

The Wolf King let out a heaven-defying howl, its voice shaking heaven and earth; its appearance made all cultivators feel a fear rising from the depths of their souls.

Accompanying the Wolf King's howl, the rune grand formation showered down rains of light; these light rains fell upon the ground and upon the corpses of the cultivators who had just fallen.

A strange scene occurred: those cultivators who had fallen actually began to revive under the light rain's illumination; their bodies healed at a visible speed, yet this healing was accompanied by drastic changes.

Their hair became thick, their nails sharp, their teeth pointed, and their eyes flickered with a bloodthirsty light.

They all turned into bloodthirsty werewolves, emitting beast-like roars as they pounced upon the surrounding Huanyu cultivators.

The Huanyu cultivators faced this sudden change with utter terror; they had just barely recovered from the Dragon Bat's horror, only to be surrounded by these even more terrifying werewolves.

These werewolves' power far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators; they were extremely fast, their attacks extremely strong, each strike carrying lethal force.

"What the hell is happening?! How did our companions become like this?!" a cultivator shouted, panting, his eyes filled with disbelief and fear.

"These werewolves are too strong!" another cultivator cried desperately, his body already torn apart by the werewolves' claws, blood spraying everywhere.

Longling stood at the front line of the battlefield, his eyes flashing with determined light.

"Don't panic, everyone! Although these werewolves are strong, their weak points are the head and heart!" Longling loudly commanded; his voice echoed across the battlefield, giving the cultivators a glimmer of hope.

The cultivators began to act according to Longling's instructions, forming small groups, using agile body techniques to dodge the werewolves' attacks while seeking opportunities to strike their heads and hearts.

The battle grew more difficult, yet gradually a turning point appeared. Whenever a werewolf fell after being struck in the head or heart, its body swiftly turned into a pool of black pus and died completely.

However, the werewolves were far too numerous; their attacks came like waves, one after another, and the cultivators' defensive line began to show cracks.

Longling knew that if action was not taken swiftly, this fear would quickly spread, leading to the collapse of the entire defensive line.

He took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Listen, every cultivator, do not be devoured by fear! Werewolves may be strong, but they are not invincible! We must find their weak points and concentrate firepower to attack!"

His voice carried determination and resolve, his eyes flashing with unyielding light.

Those words were like a refreshing stream, slightly easing the fear of some cultivators.

"Longling is right, we can't just give up like that!" a cultivator said, cheeks puffed, gripping his magic treasure tightly; although his face remained pale, his eyes now held a hint of resolve.

"Spells and magic treasures aren't for show; as long as we stand united, we will surely defeat this monster!" another cultivator shouted, his voice tinged with a hint of madness, but more so with a yearning for survival.

Under Longling's leadership, the cultivators began to reorganize; though their eyes still held fear, they had begun to harbor a fighting resolve.

With Longling's encouragement, the Huanyu cultivators gradually regained a bit of courage from fear; facing such a terrifying existence as the werewolves, besides standing united, there was no other way.

The cultivators began to gather, forming individual combat squads, preparing to launch an attack on the werewolves.

"Fire and lightning are effective weapons against the werewolves; all cultivators, hear my order, concentrate our strength, and use the strongest spells to strike the werewolves' vital points!" Longling commanded, his voice echoing across the battlefield, pointing the way for the cultivators.

The cultivators nodded in agreement, began chanting incantations, and their magic treasures emitted various colored lights.

Fire cultivators summoned raging flames, forming walls of fire to try to block the werewolves' advance;

while lightning cultivators summoned bolts of lightning, preparing to deliver deadly strikes to the werewolves.

The werewolves also seemed to sense the threat from the cultivators; their ferocious faces let out a earth-shaking roar, their voices filled with anger and provocation.

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Suddenly, a layer of green slime appeared on their bodies' surfaces; this slime seemed to have good insulating properties against lightning.

"Careful, its slime can block lightning!" a cultivator exclaimed; before his words even finished, the werewolves launched an attack.

Its massive tail swept across, the wind pressure it generated sent several cultivators flying backward, slamming heavily into distant rocks.

"Don't panic, hold formation!" Longling shouted loudly; his figure darted across the battlefield, his Light Sword flashing, and he slew several werewolves trying to approach.

That gaze locked firmly onto the werewolves, seeking their weak points.

Just then, an old cultivator stepped forward, holding an ancient jade talisman in his hand, the talisman engraved with intricate runes.

The old cultivator's eyes were firm; he began chanting a spell and tossed the jade talisman into the air.

The jade talisman radiated brilliant light in the air, then transformed into a huge beam that struck the werewolf's head.

"Boom!" The beam collided with the werewolf's head, erupting in a deafening roar.

The werewolf's head was hit by the beam; the green slime evaporated, revealing the werewolf beneath.

The werewolves began to burn under the beam's illumination, emitting mournful wails.

"Its head is the weak point!"

The old cultivator shouted loudly, his voice tinged with a bit of fatigue, but more with excitement and hope.

Upon hearing the old cultivator's shout, the cultivators immediately focused their attacks on the werewolves' heads.

Fire and lightning fell like raindrops on the werewolves' heads; each attack made them emit painful roars.

The werewolves struggled angrily, their bodies twisting violently as they tried to break free from the cultivators' attacks.

Its wings flapped wildly, blowing away the surrounding cultivators, but the cultivators did not retreat; they knew this was the crucial moment to defeat the werewolf.

The battle grew fiercer; although the werewolf's strength was great, under the cultivators' combined assault its body began to show signs of damage.

Its head was continually struck by flames and lightning, the green slime could no longer fully protect it, and the werewolf began to die in large patches.

Finally, with a thunderous boom, the werewolf's head was completely crushed, its body lost support, and it collapsed with a crash.

As the werewolf fell, the bloodfiend corpse worms lost their leader and began to scatter, but the cultivators did not let them escape, continuing the pursuit and wiping out these horrific creatures one by one.

With the werewolf's complete downfall, however, this land did not thereby regain peace.

The ground began to shake violently, cracks spread like a spiderweb, as if the whole earth were groaning in pain.

"Look, over there!" a cultivator pointed at the ground's fissure, his voice laced with undisguised panic.

Everyone followed the direction of his finger and saw a strange blood-colored light seeping from the crack, growing brighter and brighter, as if some terrifying entity were about to burst forth from the earth.

Amid the earth splitting and heaven collapsing, a rich blood-qi surged skyward, accompanied by a suffocating sense of oppression.

At the center of this blood-qi, a mysterious blood-colored flower slowly came into being.

Its petals were like blood-stained silk, each emitting an eerie glow; the blood-light flowing across the petals seemed alive, pulsing and breathing.

The appearance of this blood-colored flower made the whole battlefield's atmosphere even more oppressive and terrifying.

The cultivators felt a strong unease; the flower's appearance was certainly no coincidence, it must be related to the evil power of the ancient pagoda.

"What the hell is this?!" a cultivator shouted in terror, his voice trembling, his eyes full of fear.

"Don't get close to it, this flower is strange!" another cultivator warned, sensing the strong evil aura emanating from the flower.

The blood-colored flower slowly bloomed in the crack, its roots digging deep into the earth, as if drawing the land's life force.

As the flower bloomed, the surrounding cracks began to widen, more blood-colored light welled up from the ground, forming a huge blood-colored halo that encircled the flower.