Chapter 342: Chang'e's Unmatched Grace, the Fate of the Preparatory Sage!

Chang'e appeared.

Her long skirt fluttered as she soared above the high heavens.

Her black hair swayed, transcendent and free of dust.

However, with the cultivation of a quasi-sage within her, she also gained an overwhelming, domineering presence that pressed down the void and looked down upon all beings.

Though under Xihe's influence, she appeared as a naive loli, unfamiliar with worldly affairs.

But today, the powerful aspect of the Lunar Goddess finally revealed itself.

Compared to the violently fierce, gnashing-teeth Chiyou, Chang'e at this moment seemed carefree and breezy, her grace unmatched.

The umbrella previously manifested was indeed Chang'e's spiritual treasure, the Lunar Umbrella.

At this moment, having dispelled Chiyou's all-out strike, Chang'e jade hand made a slight gesture.

The Lunar Umbrella gradually closed.

And Ao Li, Ao Zhan, and the other dragon clan beings were gathered within, unharmed.

Immediately, the Lunar Umbrella returned to Chang'e's hand.

Following closely behind Chang'e, several more figures manifested.

Cihang Daoist!

Iron-Eating Beast!

Golden-Winged Great Peng!

Clearly, after Yinglong and Panlong and others departed, Cihang Daoist also realized the gravity of the situation.

Thus, he summoned Chang'e, the Iron-Eating Beast, and others, rushing specially to provide aid.

On the other side.

Chiyou finally steadied his form.

His gaze was gloomy like water, fixed upon Chang'e and the others opposite.

The earlier strike of the Lunar Umbrella had nearly inflicted heavy damage upon him.

In Chiyou's heart, a feeling of unprecedented solemnity arose.

Despite this, he still stood and shouted a question.

"Chang'e, do you also wish to protect these damned evil dragons?!"

"Hmph, do you not know that the adult Zhurong of my clan has also descended?"

"If you are sensible, then do not interfere in this matter."

Chiyou invoked Zhurong's name, intending to intimidate Chang'e.

Know that Chang'e, as the Lunar Goddess, was once among the three thousand guests of the Ziwei Palace.

She is undoubtedly an existence of equal standing to Zhurong.

But upon hearing Chiyou's words, Chang'e remained unmoved.

She merely gazed at Chiyou with clear, cold eyes, and calmly said:

"Chiyou, all the world knows that the three tribes are now subordinate to the Buddhist sect!"

"Yet you act so violently, slaughtering the dragon clan beings."

"This act... could it be that you wish to become enemies of the Buddhist sect?!"

In fact, Chang'e also does not know exactly what happened before, nor does she know of Zhurong's death.

To her, the dragon clan is a race that Chen Ku greatly values, and that is enough.

As long as Chen Ku cares for it, Chang'e will spare no effort to protect it.

Such intentions... must be said, are also enough to make countless beings in the world envious of her "blissful fortune."

And Chang'e's question also left Chiyou momentarily speechless.

Become enemies of the Buddhist sect?!

This statement is too grave.

I am merely a minor great witch—how dare I make such a reply?!

His heart stirred, and Chiyou then said:

"Earlier, that Yinglong acted ferociously, actually using the Witch-Slaying Sword, deliberately killing our great witch of the Wu Clan."

"This matter, the Western Buddhist sect must also give us an explanation."

"Therefore, my pursuit of them is justified—what fault is there?!"

As a great witch, Chiyou has always been upright and straightforward.

He now has only this to accuse the Western sect, swearing to obtain an explanation.

Upon hearing this, Chang'e, Cihang Daoist, and others all furrowed their brows.

Witch-Slaying Sword?!

How could this be?!

The Witch-Slaying Sword was forged from the essence of humanity, and Chen Ku detests it most deeply.

How could Western beings possibly control such power?!

Therefore, in the hearts of several people, there is complete disbelief in Chiyou's words.

"Do not spout nonsense here!"

"No matter what, do not even think of harming Buddhist beings."

"Chiyou, if you do not retreat quickly, then do not blame us for being merciless."

Chang'e's crisp and decisive response stems from her absolute trust in Chen Ku.

The Witch-Slaying Sword, such a vicious weapon, could absolutely not appear within the Buddhist sect.

As the words fell, it was clear to see that Chiyou still wore an expression of unwillingness, and his entire aura surged mightily.

Changxi did not waste words either; with a flick of her jade hand, she directly grasped the Taiyin Umbrella and launched another assault.

Although the Taiyin Umbrella had already been closed, at this moment it seemed to transform into a heavenly sword.

Only to see Changxi's figure flutter gracefully, and the Taiyin Umbrella swayed in turn with her movements.

In an instant, within the void, countless piercing and vast as an abyss Taiyin qi spread forth, obscuring the sky and blotting out the sun.

Seeing Changxi launch such a fierce assault once more, Chiyou grew even more indignant.

Bullying people!

Bullying people too much!

The dragon clan killed my brother Yinglong, and I still cannot seek justice?!

Under the onslaught of rage, he no longer cared for anything else, immediately launching his form upward to hard-resist Changxi's might.

This time, Chiyou held nothing back.

Rigid!

Overbearing!

Streaks of ferocious and unparalleled aura spread out, causing the void to roar.

Even, faintly visible, were strands of golden qi intertwining, ineffably profound and equally terrifying.

This was precisely Chiyou's primordial aura, the metal shamanic power!

With every movement, he trod causing the earth to tremble, surrounding aura surging violently, utterly thrown into chaos.

One rigid, one yielding!

Such a spectacle could be called strange, rarely seen in the world.

However, if one looked closely, one could discover that Changxi steadily held the upper hand, suppressing Chiyou.

After all, the strength of the Taiyin Goddess was no joke.

No matter how rigid and massive Chiyou's power was, under the manifestation of Taiyin power, it was all dissipated into nothingness, unable to display its due divine might.

On Changxi's lovely face, there was also a full expression of cold severity.

With every move and style, she held back nothing, intending to forcefully drive back Chiyou.

However, just as Chiyou was about to be defeated.

Suddenly, the Daoist Cihang from beside spoke in a deep voice:

"Not good!"

"Zhurong's strength is too overwhelming!"

"Yinglong and Panlong, the two of them, cannot withstand it either!"

Hearing these words, Changxi's lovely face changed, and she hastily focused her gaze.

Yet she saw on the other side of the battlefield, Yinglong and Panlong joining forces, also engaging in a world-shaking great battle with Zhurong.

Above the Nine Heavens, the great river surged mightily, rolling down in torrents, exploding with supreme heavenly might.

This was the manifestation of divine powers by the two great dragon clan strongmen.

However, although Zhurong was alone, he seemed even more forceful and overbearing.

His arms raised high, appearing as if upholding the heavens.

And in his palm, boundless heavenly flames of law rose upward.

Gazing outward, the entire azure dome seemed to have been completely ignited.

The flames obscured the sky and blotted out the sun, endless and boundless.

For a moment, the endless heavenly river summoned by Yinglong and Panlong was entirely enveloped within it.

Hiss......

Hiss......

All beings clearly heard the sound of the great river evaporating, rising in waves.

Zhurong's lawfire was too terrifying.

Not long after, the boundless floodwaters were actually evaporated completely dry, not a trace remaining.

This sight caused Yinglong and Panlong's faces to change drastically.

Is this the might of the ancestral witches?!

Indeed, not something they could hard-resist.

Even, without exaggeration, even if a stronger black dragon came here, it might not necessarily be a match for Zhurong.

Having no time to think further, Yinglong let out a great shout.

"Offer the spirit treasure!"

As the words fell, he again offered forth the Yinglong Xuanhuang Sword from before.

The Xuanhuang two qi emerged once more, stirring the heavenly order of law.

Beside him, Panlong likewise did not hesitate, similarly offering forth a spirit treasure resembling a supreme divine seal.

Dragon Soul Treasure Seal!

In an instant, sword light reflected and illuminated each other, stirring the nine heavens and ten earths.

The dragon's roar echoed throughout the universe, vast and unparalleled, shaking the hearts of men.

They wished to use this to continue hard-resisting Zhurong's might.

But the instant the Yinglong Xuanhuang Sword appeared, Zhurong's eyes turned cold, and he immediately fixed his gaze dead-locked upon that spirit treasure.

Enveloped by the Xuanhuang two qi, within Zhurong's body, a similar feeling of murderous qi surging violently arose.

Of course, Zhurong's strength was unparalleled and formidable, yet not to the point of being unable to control it, resulting in his flesh body exploding.

However, from this, he could also confirm that Xiangliu must have died beneath this sword.

Thinking of this, Zhu Rong became even more furious.

"Ant-like talent, yet you dare to show off?!"

With a furious roar, he immediately unleashed a punch that boomed forth.

This punch instantly shattered ten thousand zhang of void.

Boom—boom—boom!

The void exploded with sound, and a visible force, unmatched in ferocity, surged violently toward Yinglong and Panlong.

This punch was terrifying beyond precedent!

There was nothing else!

It had already fused with the fire law controlled by Zhu Rong, possessing not only the domineering force to shatter mountains and overturn seas.

But also contained the power of law capable of burning everything to ashes.

A fiery punch crashed down with a boom.

In the blink of an eye, the spirit treasures of Yinglong and Panlong suddenly shattered and flew apart.

Their figures likewise tumbled backward, spitting large mouthfuls of blood.

It was precisely these scenes that all fell into Changxi's eyes.

For a moment, Changxi's expression changed slightly.

Know that Yinglong and Panlong have now grown into formidable beings not to be ignored, and are quite important to the Buddhist sect.

They cannot die!

With a thought, Changxi prepared to temporarily set aside Chiyou and go to block Zhu Rong's lethal strike.

However, although her speed was swift.

Yet without warning, a divine radiance tore through the void at even greater speed and descended downward.

More accurately speaking, it was vast sheets of seven-colored radiance pouring down—mysterious and profoundly mysterious.

Gazing intently, amidst the sky-filling seven-colored divine radiance, a Seven Treasure Wondrous Tree also appeared faintly, half-hidden.

Seeing this, Changxi's figure suddenly halted.

She steadied...

This thought immediately arose in her heart, and she let out a long breath.

The Seven Treasure Wondrous Tree is the innate spirit treasure of the sage Zhunti.

The manifestation of this treasure also signifies that a sage-level existence has finally descended personally.

Therefore, there is no longer any need for Changxi to go assist.

Indeed!

The miraculous power of the Seven Treasure Wondrous Tree can be said to surpass imagination.

Even all beings cannot clearly see how it descended before Zhu Rong's face.

Boom!

Everyone only heard a dull sound transmitted.

Immediately afterward, Zhu Rong, who had previously been unstoppable and whose body dominated heaven and earth, was violently blown backward.

He retreated straight for one hundred thousand li before Zhu Rong finally halted his form.

And the heavenly-filling law fire surrounding his body was also completely annihilated by the seven-colored divine radiance, vanishing without trace.

Zhunti was enveloped in holy light all over, making it impossible for all beings to see his true visage.

But that towering figure, and that ancient-shaking, present-astonishing vast majestic pressure, was already enough to make all beings' scalps explode and their livers and gallbladders nearly burst.

In an instant, heaven and earth clamored, and all beings seethed!

"Hiss... A sage has descended!"

"Just what is going on? Why has Zhu Rong suddenly assumed the posture of slaughtering Buddhist beings?!"

"Hey, I previously heard what Chiyou said—it seems Yinglong and others slaughtered one of the great witches of the Wu Clan, Xiangliu?!"

"What? Such a thing actually exists?!"

"Is the Wu Clan really this bold? With a great demon race enemy already before them, they still dare to so deeply antagonize the Buddhist sect?!"

"Do they think relying on that so-called Pangu phantom allows them to challenge the sage's Dao lineage?!"

All beings immediately spoke up, chattering in seven voices and eight tongues, unable to calm down.

Even now, countless cultivators still wear blank faces, not understanding why the Wu Clan and Buddhist sect have erupted into such a world-shaking great war.

Many great powers also sighed, believing Zhu Rong and Chiyou's actions were overly reckless.

After all, the outcome of the Wu and Demon races' conflict remains difficult to determine.

Now they have also offended the Western Buddhist sect.

Is the Wu Clan truly unafraid of death?!

No!

Or rather, this is simply mad self-destruction!

At the same time!

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the Demon Court.

Emperor Jun Taiyi and others have also already taken note of the battlefield spectacle between heaven and earth.

Different from the shock and astonishment of all beings.

At this moment, Emperor Jun Taiyi merely has a face of watching the spectacle without disliking great affairs.

"Hehe, good, good, excellent!"

"Those Wu Clan bastards, just seeking their own death like this."

"Hmph, if it provokes the sage to unleash thunderous wrath and slays Zhu Rong on the spot, that would be perfect."

Di Jun coldly laughed repeatedly, muttering to himself in such a way.

His words were full of anticipation.

If it were merely Zhu Rong and the other pursuing and slaughtering the dragon clan earlier, perhaps it would not have been worth Di Jun Taiyi and others paying attention.

But now, Zhu Rong acts ferociously, and the sage Zhunti personally intervenes.

This time, there will be even more exciting drama to watch.

Whether it is the Buddhist sect or the Wu Clan, both have once inflicted heavy blows upon the demon court.

In other words, these two forces, in a certain sense, are both opponents of the demon race.

Therefore, the fiercer and bloodier their fight, the better it is for the demon court.

Upon hearing Di Jun's words, Taiyi beside him was also not calm.

"Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and other ancestral witches have already set out."

"This battle will only become more earth-shattering."

Not bad!

Taiyi keenly noticed that Zhu Rong intended to conceal.

But causing such a great commotion, Di Jiang and others ultimately still came to know.

At this moment, Di Jiang and the other ancestral witches have also set out, rushing toward the battlefield.

Although Taiyi usually kills with sharp severity and unmatched dignity,

at this moment, he cannot help but reveal a hint of gloating expression.

The more ancestral witches mobilize, the greater this affair will become.

Fight on, fight on!

If the Wu Clan thus suffers great vitality loss, the demon race might then take advantage of the vacancy, effortlessly and without exertion, completely annihilate the Wu Clan lineage.

In short, both of them are in the posture of watching the fire from the opposite bank.

After sighing a few words, they continue to stare unblinkingly at the battlefield situation.

Meanwhile.

On the other side of the battlefield.

As Zhunti manifests, Zhu Rong burns with fury.

The atmosphere in the field has also become even more tense and ready to explode!