Chapter 315: Meeting Zhao Zhao Jiexuan Again! The Struggle Between North and South

The setting sun was like blood, the sun below the western mountains.

In front of the dilapidated and collapsed palace temple, that terrifying figure staggered back here. On his chest, that strange treasure horn seemed to have merged into his flesh and blood, and roots and systems spread like veins.

His chest was like a lava mouth about to erupt, shining with gloomy fire light, his whole body filled with water vapor, his hair like withered wood, and the bones in his body like decaying metal, making creaking sounds.

The five elements were intertwined, in great chaos like mourning.

This generation of experts from the Wu Wei Sect would eventually reach the end of his life. Even if his supernatural powers were overwhelming, even if his profound methods were peerless... he would still die here, unable to see the hope of longevity.

"Pure Yang..."

"How many seekers of immortality have there been since ancient times, and how many have obtained Pure Yang!?"

The great river flowed with gold, rolling eastward, just like the time flowing inadvertently.

Even after refining the 【Five Elements Misplaced King】, it is still difficult to look forward to Pure Yang, and longevity has not been achieved.

Being in the red dust is the greatest tribulation. In this tribulation, all living beings can only sink, unable to see transcendence.

"Pure Yang... Pure Yang..."

That terrifying figure muttered softly. His bones were melting, his hair was growing wildly... this body was ultimately uncontrollable.

Bai He Guan, Wu Wei Sect, all sects of the Daoist world... at this moment, in his eyes, they were like smoke and clouds drifting, and kingly hegemony was just a scene of smoke and clouds.

Clang... Clang... Clang...

Just then, a burst of crisp bell sounds came from afar, echoing in the gloomy empty valley, dissipating under the desolate twilight.

That terrifying figure struggled to raise his head. In his scattered eyes, he saw an old man with white hair and beard, riding a green ox, holding a wooden sword in his arms, coming from the west, and arriving in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Heaven and earth are vast, Five Elements Misplaced King... Rare indeed..." The old man rode on the green ox, muttering softly.

"Who are you?"

That hoarse voice had become no longer human, the gloomy valley and cold wind were biting.

"My surname is Li, I have come to see you off," the old man whispered.

Boom—

As the words fell, the ancient palace temple collapsed suddenly, giant stones fell one after another, burying that expert who had once looked down on the world from then on.

Hum...

Suddenly, the light and shadow before his eyes shattered, and there was a roar in his ears.

Zhang Fan opened his eyes suddenly and saw that he was still in that dilapidated hall, only the red light that filled his eyes had dissipated.

"Too dangerous. The heart is the place where the consciousness spirit resides. Stepping into this place, thoughts fly," Li Li Miaoyin's face revealed lingering fear, and she let out a long breath.

Thoughts fly, the soul-aspect gradually becomes silent, that is the great night not bright.

I'm afraid the three of them would stay here forever.

It is no exaggeration to say that in this abandoned palace temple, the most dangerous thing is probably this Heart Consciousness Hall.

When Daoist cultivation experts step into it, the consciousness spirit becomes restless and uncontrollable, just like ordinary people whose thoughts fly, causing many emotional thoughts, consuming heart spirit, damaging Qi and blood, and eventually withering and dying.

"So dangerous, and still able to wake up..." Zhang Fan was thoughtful.

Everything he just saw might be the thoughts left by the Master of the Profound Palace here, intertwined and changing, entering his soul-aspect.

Looking at it this way, it was indeed dangerous; he was very likely to stay in those thoughts forever.

When Zhang Fan was a child, he had heard the grandpas and grandmas in the neighborhood talk about many strange and supernatural things.

They always said that whose child lost their soul in the wilderness, and after returning, became foolish, and some directly lay in bed and became vegetative.

In fact, in the wilderness, especially some abandoned temples and Daoist temples, they had once received incense, and the purest thoughts of people were hidden in the incense. Gods and Buddhas receive incense, which is receiving thoughts.

After the temples and Daoist temples were abandoned, these thoughts remained there and became uncontrollable. If the fire light was weak, the soul-aspect would be contaminated, fall into it, and never wake up again.

So the old saying goes: "Better to sleep in a wild grave than stay in a broken temple."

"Being able to wake up is probably because of him."

Just then, Zhang Wuming raised his hand and pointed.

Zhang Fan looked over subconsciously and saw a figure sitting cross-legged on the half-destroyed divine platform at the very top. Blood stained his clothes, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were tightly closed, as if in a deep sleep.

When this face came into view, Zhang Fan's eyes trembled, almost unable to control himself. This person was none other than...

"Zhao Zhao Jiexuan!?"

Zhang Fan stepped out, rushed over, and arrived in front of the divine platform.

"You know him?" Zhang Wuming walked up and couldn't help but ask.

"I came here to find him," Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

Truly, "breaking iron shoes and finding nowhere, it takes no effort to get it."

He had traveled far to Guixi Province, deep into the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, and had gone through so much trouble without finding Zhao Zhao Jiexuan. Who would have thought that by accidentally entering this palace temple ruin, he would find him instead.

"This person is not simple," Zhang Wuming looked him up and down, his eyes flashing with brilliance, clicking his tongue in wonder.

"Deep in the Profound Palace, forgetting life and death, gathering thoughts as medicine, shaped like a corpse."

"This person actually gathered the thoughts in this palace temple as great medicine?" Zhang Wuming raised an eyebrow, revealing a strange expression.

No wonder they were able to wake up; it turns out those wandering thoughts were all swallowed by this monster.

But Daoist cultivation regards thoughts as heart demons.

Heaven and earth are vast, throughout history, there is only one method in this world that can gather thoughts as medicine, known as the most ferocious in the world.

"God and Demon Holy Fetus!" Li Li Miaoyin whispered solemnly.

"He has a problem," Zhang Wuming said in a deep voice.

Zhang Fan remained silent and placed his hand on Zhao Zhao Jiexuan's forehead.

"He has entered the Great Night Not Bright."

The God and Demon Holy Fetus is not omnipotent either.

A person can eat as much as they want, but there is a time when they will be stuffed to death, not to mention Zhao Zhao Jiexuan was already seriously injured.

Hum...

Just then, Zhang Fan's arm trembled slightly, and a strange fluctuation radiated from his body.

"What are you doing?" Li Li Miaoyin became alert and grabbed Zhang Fan's wrist.

"I want to save him."

"No, what is your relationship with him? That is the Great Night Not Bright, he can't be saved, don't get yourself trapped in it too," Zhang Wuming couldn't help but say.

"He is my Evil God!" Zhang Fan pondered slightly and did not hide it.

"Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, Spirit-Splitting Great Method!?" Li Li Miaoyin exclaimed.

"Brother, you're crazy..." Zhang Wuming's heart jumped, looking at Zhang Fan, also revealing an expression of disbelief.

Refining both the God and Demon Holy Fetus and the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, such crazy behavior is equivalent to a path to death, and the kind that hates not dying fast enough.

Zhang Fan remained silent, a faint light flickering between his eyebrows, rising and not extinguishing, as if his soul-aspect was about to leave his body.

"Then you even more cannot."

Li Li Miaoyin grabbed Zhang Fan's hand tightly and shook her head.

"You haven't merged your spirits yet. If you enter the state of Great Night Not Bright, mutual induction will surely cause a great tribulation."

"Do you want to die here?"

Hearing this, Zhang Fan stopped speaking.

Li Li Miaoyin was right. Merging spirits must have tribulations, and the Great Night Not Bright is indeed not the most suitable state for spirits.

"Let me do it."

Just then, Li Li Miaoyin said something shocking.

"You!?" Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said.

"That is the Great Night Not Bright, a dangerous place for Daoists. How can you do it?"

"Underestimating people," Li Li Miaoyin pouted.

"Don't forget, you owe me a favor."

As the words fell, without waiting for Zhang Fan to respond, Li Li Miaoyin slowly let go of her hand, a faint light flickering between her eyebrows, and a soul-aspect rushed into the sky, actually entering Zhao Zhao Jiexuan's spirit platform directly.

"Li Li Miaoyin!"

Zhang Fan's face changed suddenly, calling out the other party's name.

"I promise you, I will bring him out to protect the Dharma for me!"

Li Li Miaoyin's voice seemed to come from very far away, rippling softly, and disappeared in an instant.

Zhang Fan's gaze narrowed into a line. Observing with his soul-aspect, he saw that inside the inner scene, it was chaotic and dark, like a long, long night, with no light from heaven.

Li Li Miaoyin's soul-aspect entered it, but like a swimming fish, she had not lost her way.

"She can actually shuttle through the Great Night Not Bright?" Zhang Fan's eyebrows trembled, revealing a look of surprise.

"Who exactly is sister-in-law?"

Zhang Wuming also revealed a look of shock, couldn't help but lean towards Zhang Fan, and asked in a low voice.

"Great Night Not Bright... she is actually not affected by the Great Night Not Bright?" Zhang Fan muttered softly, his eyes hiding an inexplicable look.

He turned his gaze slightly, looking at Li Li Miaoyin's body, didn't think too much, but carried her to the side and placed her properly.

"Guard this place well," Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

Whether it was Zhao Zhao Jiexuan or Li Li Miaoyin, he had to guard them well.

"This place is so secret, what else can't be guarded?" Zhang Wuming looked at the surrounding environment and wanted to explore this lost palace temple.

Hearing this, Zhang Fan shook his head.

"All fate is tribulation."

Now is a critical moment, he doesn't believe it will be smooth sailing. After all, there are still strong enemies lurking in these Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

Li Li Changgeng has been hunting Zhao Zhao Jiexuan, and besides him, there is also a North Zhang disciple.

That is a truly existence that has been conferred gods and set titles.

"Zhang Zhang Huntian!?" Zhang Wuming's gaze darkened, and he said coldly: "Brother, you are so awesome, why are you still afraid of him?"

Refining the God and Demon Holy Fetus, comprehending the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate.

Such a monster, even if placed in the North Zhang lineage, is top-tier.

"You stand here, even if you curse his ancestors for eight generations, you see if he dares to answer!" Zhang Wuming chuckled.

Boom—

As the words fell, a burst of explosive sounds rang out, and the walls of the abandoned hall were blasted open, the setting sun of twilight shining in, setting off the scattered smoke and dust.

"My ancestors for eight generations are also his ancestors."

Just then, a burst of indifferent voice came slowly.

Zhang Wuming's face changed suddenly, looking intently, and saw a young man walking slowly from the smoke and dust, his temperament natural and peaceful, but his eyebrows were as arrogant as flying.

"Zhang Zhang Huntian!"

"People with fake surnames all have positioning installed in their bodies. Don't you know?"

Zhang Zhang Huntian's cold gaze swept over lightly, revealing a trace of cold indifference, not putting Zhang Wuming in his eyes at all.

Those who have not been conferred gods and set titles are not even worthy of the surname Zhang, and are people who borrow names and fake surnames.

"North Zhang disciple!"

Zhang Fan looked at the person coming, stepped out, and blocked in front of Zhang Wuming.

Just this subtle action made Zhang Zhang Huntian feel desecrated, and a trace of killing intent rose in his arrogant eyebrows.

"The remnants of South Zhang..."

"Your name is Zhang Fan, the bastard of Zhang Lingzong!?" Zhang Zhang Huntian said indifferently.

"I bastard your mother!" Zhang Fan responded.

Hearing this, Zhang Zhang Huntian just sneered, but he wasn't angry.

"My uncle's name is Zhang Zhang Ganxuan. He knew your father when he was young, and they fought for a lifetime, each with life and death."

"You are the son of Zhang Lingzong. Today, I will take you down for my uncle and bring you back to North Zhang."

"I think your father should come back to save you."

As he spoke, Zhang Zhang Huntian unzipped his zipper and took off his coat.

"A toad yawning, blowing big air," Zhang Fan's gaze darkened: "Remember to tell your uncle in a dream later..."

"The person who killed you is named Zhang Fan!"

Boom—

As soon as the words fell, the two figures moved at almost the same moment, their afterimages like a black line, colliding in the dilapidated hall.

Violent sounds fell, and terrifying power spread under their feet, completely blasting the already broken ground.

The fierce wind was like madness, and the flying gravel was like knives, embedded in the walls.

Zhang Wuming raised his hand, blocking in front of Zhao Zhao Jiexuan and Li Li Miaoyin.

"Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover!"

Suddenly, in the smoke and dust, true fire rose, like dragons becoming mad, and nine fire dragons attacked with Zhang Fan's figure.

The terrifying power directly blasted Zhang Zhang Huntian out of the dilapidated hall.

This place was already dilapidated, obviously unable to withstand the power of the two. If it collapsed, it would be equivalent to burying Zhao Zhao Jiexuan and Li Li Miaoyin alive.

Boom—

Nine fire dragons entangled and coiled, like a huge cover falling, locking Zhang Zhang Huntian who was flying horizontally. The terrifying temperature and pressure were released inward, like a pressure cooker, making his form and spirit destroyed.

"Pure Yang Fire Method!"

"South Zhang has withered to this point, and can only borrow their method lineage!"

Zhang Zhang Huntian stood still. Suddenly, he pointed out, and spiritual light rose from his fingertips, like thick ink melting, drawing wonderful trajectories in the void.

"Sanshan General Register, Long Hu Talisman Method!"

Zhang Fan's face was slightly solemn. The talisman path of the world does not go beyond Long Hu Shan.

Since the Song and Yuan dynasties, Long Hu Shan has led the Sanshan General Register, as the supreme orthodox talisman path of the world. Even the Maoshan Maoshan Shangqing must bow down and obey its orders.

"All fires in the world obey my order, avoid this mysterious talisman and receive the edict!"

"Drawing talismans in the void!"

Spiritual light jumped between Zhang Zhang Huntian's fingers, and strange trajectories appeared and combined in the void, as if true fire met a great demon, like wild flames falling into a divine kingdom, gloomy talisman patterns appeared, and the Long Hu talisman method was completed between his fingers.

"Long Hu Fire-Avoiding Talisman!"

In the distance, Zhang Wuming looked outside the hall at the talisman that was about to take shape and exclaimed.

This talisman specifically counters the true fire path.

Boom—

Sure enough, the Fire-Avoiding Talisman rose, and the nine wild dragons roared to the sky, as if encountering great terror, their whole body's flame light dimmed, scales disintegrated, fingers and claws separated, and in an instant, they turned into clouds and smoke.

Hum...

Almost at the same moment, Zhang Fan had already arrived, his hands forming a sword seal, his steps treading on the Heavenly Gang, and the light between his eyebrows was flourishing.

Within ten steps, a terrifying aura rushed from his spirit platform, like the great day of the day, like the long, long night, yin and yang generating each other, gods and demons distinct.

Under the rendering of this terrifying aura, Zhang Zhang Huntian's body shook greatly, and in his eyes, he fell into a brief loss of consciousness.

"God and Demon Holy Fetus!"

Rip...

Zhang Fan's palm was like a knife, wrapped in scorching true fire, sweeping across Zhang Zhang Huntian's chest.

However, in the blink of an eye, Zhang Zhang Huntian was like a ghost, instinctively retreating.

Under the pressure of Zhang Fan's soul-aspect, he only fell into a moment of confusion before waking up.

Scarlet blood dripped from his chest, accompanied by scorching true fire.

"The wound is too shallow," Zhang Fan frowned and said.

"Actually able to hurt me, worthy of being the remnant of South Zhang," Zhang Zhang Huntian touched the blood on his chest, licked it by his mouth, revealing an excited look.

"Unfortunately, your God and Demon Holy Fetus hasn't been refined to the house."

As he spoke, Zhang Zhang Huntian shook his head, his hands folded in front of his chest.

"It's over!"

As the words fell, fire light rose behind him, but strange fragrance drifted around his body, like the incense in temples and Daoist temples, mysterious and wonderful, indescribable.

"Conferring gods and setting up statues, Zhang Huntian Great Sage!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 316 =====