Chapter 316

Huntian rolls the chaotic blue clouds, the long moon sinks the sky light.

Suddenly incense rises in the human world, the Northern Pulse Profound Capital Great Sage King.

"Zhang Huntian!"

Inside the broken Daoist temple, Zhang Wuming looked at the phantom rising in the drifting incense, his eyes trembling, his expression dazed.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to that year, that day, when he was sixteen.

Long Hu Profound Altar, Deification Great Ritual.

Among that batch of disciples, only he fell outside the Dharma altar, the incense did not rise, and he did not see the deification and naming.

The founder does not pity the nameless.

He knelt outside the hall, prostrated under the Profound Altar, and looked up, just like a mortal looking up at a god.

Those fellow disciples who had once practiced side-by-side with him were already high above, reborn.

A difference of one step, from then on, the fate of the two was a difference between heaven and earth.

They became true proud sons of heaven, high above, with a difference between immortals and mortals.

Among those people was Zhang Huntian.

He stood on the Profound Altar, once looked back, and looked at Zhang Wuming, who had not been given a name by the founder.

That kind of look was indifferent and ruthless, like an immortal seeing all living things, like a human seeing ants.

Perhaps, from the moment he was deified and named, he was no longer a mortal, living in the red dust, but standing with a divine name.

At that time, incense was also drifting around Zhang Huntian, and the majestic phantom behind him was like this moment, appearing in the human world.

"Huntian Great Sage!"

Zhang Wuming's gaze condensed into a line, watching the light and shadow rise, chanting that mysterious name.

Boom—

Incense drifted around Zhang Huntian, the sky full of blue clouds surged, the setting sun of twilight was like a wisp of heavenly fire, reflecting on his body, setting him off to be even more majestic.

Behind him, a phantom slowly emerged, as if walking from the nine heavens, wearing a treasure crown, holding a golden hammer, with a green face and fangs, showing an angry appearance, red light behind him like a red silk, traversing the long sky, as if the flame light was endless.

"The Dharma lineage of the Southern Zhang is cut off. As a remnant, you are qualified to see the ancestral power of the Zhang family."

Zhang Huntian's voice came faintly, vast and no longer like a human.

The phantom of the Huntian Great Sage flickered, born and died endlessly, the weather in the dark seemed to merge with Zhang Huntian at this moment.

"Be careful!"

Zhang Wuming's expression changed suddenly, and he shouted.

Boom—

Before the voice fell, a terrifying aura rushed out from Zhang Huntian's body, his primordial spirit left his body, and nothing was forbidden.

Almost at the same moment, Zhang Fan's primordial spirit also moved, leaving the spirit platform and appearing in front of people.

Boom—

The two primordial spirits almost exceeded the separation and union of light and shadow, colliding in an instant.

In an instant, invisible fluctuations swept like a gale, like mountains resonating. If any practitioner were here, at this time, they would be able to feel the earth-shattering fear and shock, their primordial spirits trembling, unable to control themselves.

"Black sky eternal night, endless and boundless..."

Zhang Fan's primordial spirit seemed to cover the sky light, the sun sank, the universe fell, all things seemed to be buried in the abyss, no more vitality returned, no more Dao method clouds born.

Such terrifying weather can almost be called a nightmare for Daoist practitioners.

However, just then, a huge object slowly walked out from that chaotic darkness, red silk crisscrossing, rolling the world, carrying the sun, moon, and stars, disturbing the Yin and Yang of heaven and earth.

"This is deification and statue setting," Zhang Fan's expression was solemn.

His primordial spirit is unique. Since it gradually awakened, whenever primordial spirits killed each other, it had always been with a crushing force, standing in an invincible position.

However, at this moment, the first existence in his life capable of resisting the fierce power of his primordial spirit appeared.

Once the statue of the Huntian Great Sage appeared, Zhang Huntian's primordial spirit gained a blessing, as if there were divine help in the dark, the two merged, actually blocking the pressure of the God and Demon Holy Fetus.

This is the foundation of the Long Hu Zhang family.

This is the terror of deification and statue setting.

The human body stands in the red dust, deification and statue setting hang in the void.

That is the true help of the gods.

"Nine Great Elixir Methods, in one lifetime, only one person can refine one..."

Zhang Huntian's voice was like a great bell, deafening, hiding an inviolable majesty.

"The luck of the Southern Zhang is cut off. Do you think that by relying on a half-baked God and Demon Holy Fetus, you can run rampant? Ultimately, you are just a frog at the bottom of a well."

Boom—

As the voice fell, Zhang Huntian's primordial spirit seemed to walk out from the chaotic darkness, red silk surging around his body, like a red light rainbow arriving through the air, rolling the world, disturbing the galaxy, actually binding towards Zhang Fan's primordial spirit.

That red silk unfolded, like thousands of fire clusters, disturbing Yin and Yang, mixing heaven and earth, even if it were a faint innate primordial spirit, it would be difficult to break free from its cage.

"Go, it will be troublesome if you get entangled," Zhang Wuming hurriedly transmitted his voice.

This is the terror of the Huntian Great Sage. That red silk mixes all methods, and its terror is no less than the Great Night Without Light. He has seen it more than once. Where the red silk passes, the primordial spirit falls and dies.

Whoosh...

The red silk like scorching fire light crisscrossed the void and arrived, isolating all directions, blocking the ten lands, in an instant, forcing Zhang Fan's primordial spirit to a desperate place, a square inch of land, suddenly becoming a place of burial.

"It's over!"

Zhang Huntian whispered, the red silk bound and killed.

"Split!"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's primordial spirit split into two, actually seizing that glimmer of survival under the red silk that was closing in, and quickly escaped.

"Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, Spirit-Dividing Great Method!?" Zhang Huntian's expression changed suddenly, and he exclaimed.

Boom—

The split primordial spirit rushed into the sky, then merged again, returning to Zhang Fan's body.

The next moment, Zhang Fan opened his eyes suddenly, took a step out, turned into an afterimage, and in the blink of an eye, arrived in front of Zhang Huntian's physical body.

This series of actions was like entering a dangerous place to seize vitality, like stepping on thunder to take dust, every timing was just right, every technique was handled with ease.

Among the younger generation of the world's Daoist gates, in the four directions of mountains and seas, how many people can do this?

"Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover!"

Zhang Fan reached out his right hand, nine fire dragons went crazy suddenly, like a crushing force, covering Zhang Huntian's head.

"Zhang Fan..."

Zhang Huntian's primordial spirit roared in shock, crazily returning to his body.

At the same time, the phantom of the Huntian Great Sage became as real as ever, and streaks of red silk actually extended from the illusory void, merging into Zhang Huntian's physical body.

In a daze, his body seemed to be injected with streaks of red airflow, spreading along the spine towards the limbs and bones, each one like veins rising, winding under the skin.

Deification and statue setting, not only can bless the primordial spirit, but also affect the physical body!?

Boom—

In an instant, on the surface of Zhang Huntian's body, layers of red light rose, actually blocking Zhang Fan's Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover.

Bang bang bang...

Huge sounds fell, echoing in the empty valley, the exploding fire dragons scattered into chaotic red light, running wildly.

In this gap, Zhang Huntian's primordial spirit had already returned to his body. He pointed in the air, golden light dissolved like ink, outlining mysterious talismans in the void.

"Fire-Avoiding Talisman!"

Once this talisman appeared, the True Fire's wild nature was subdued, and the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover immediately dissipated.

"Explode!"

Almost at the same moment, Zhang Fan formed a sword seal with one hand and gave a low shout.

Zhang Huntian's expression changed suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and he looked down suddenly, seeing a white bone bead suspended three inches below his navel, treasure Qi crisscrossing around his body, like mountain and river treasures, like the Dragon Toad Great Method.

Boom—

In an instant, that boiling Dragon Toad treasure Qi exploded suddenly, like a volcanic eruption, the terrifying power swallowing Zhang Huntian's figure.

Zhang Fan jumped away, raised his hand, and the White Bone Relic flew through the air, returning to his palm.

Whoosh...

Smoke and dust were chaotic, filling the sky, a bloody figure flew out and landed heavily.

Zhang Huntian was covered in blood. Even with the protection and blessing of the 【Huntian Great Sage】, he was still broken by the Dragon Toad treasure Qi at the Qi gate, his lower abdomen was bloody and blurred, and he could vaguely see the heads of his large and small intestines.

"Amazing!"

Inside the broken Daoist temple, Zhang Wuming's eyes widened, clicking his tongue in wonder.

In all fairness, Zhang Huntian's Daoist cultivation has almost no shortcomings. He is proficient in Long Hu Shan talisman methods, has the blessing of the Huntian Great Sage, and is himself a veteran of a hundred battles. If it were an ordinary expert, the outcome would have been decided long ago.

Looking at Zhang Fan's methods, they can be called simple, but his application of spells and grasp of timing are simply ghostly, so much so that even Zhang Huntian, who had deified and set up a statue, was frustrated by him twice.

He didn't know that although Zhang Fan had not completely escaped the Great Night Without Light, the fighting consciousness and instinct trained by Zhang Lingzong and Li Linglong since childhood were branded in his bones. As his realm became higher and higher, this instinct and consciousness ultimately revealed itself.

"Zhang Fan..."

Zhang Huntian gritted his teeth, staring fixedly at Zhang Fan, his gaze still sharp.

"Careless."

"Careless? That also means death," Zhang Fan said indifferently.

As the words fell, he walked towards Zhang Huntian. Since he is a Northern Zhang disciple, he cannot let him walk out of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains alive.

Bang...

Just then, a cracking sound came from under Zhang Fan's feet. Immediately after, the ground cracked and collapsed like a quagmire.

Zhang Fan's expression changed slightly, his body lost balance, and he was about to sink.

At the same time, a figure descended from the sky, terrifying weather pressing down like a small mountain, the surrounding wind exploding one after another.

Zhang Fan raised his hand, blocked his chest with both hands, and that terrifying punch landed on top. The surging power rushed in like a tidal wave, and the bone-chilling pain was about to tear his arms apart.

"Such strong power!?"

Zhang Fan's face sank suddenly. Since his debut, he had never seen such violent and terrifying power on anyone.

He opened his eyes, the wind whistling in his ears, and saw a young man wearing sunglasses landing where he had just stood.

"Xiang Tingshan, your punch actually didn't smash him to death!?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from not far behind.

Zhang Fan shrank his neck, his body jumped up, and a gust of wind like a knife brushed over the top of his head, sweeping away a few strands of black hair.

"Huang Sanlang!"

Zhang Fan caught a glimpse, Huang Sanlang was standing on a dirt slope not far away, staring at him coldly.

Bang bang bang...

Zhang Fan landed heavily, not standing steady.

Suddenly, a surging thunder arrived suddenly, like an electric dragon raging, extremely fierce.

Zhang Fan's instinct reacted, the Fire Dragon Elixir Sword rushed into the sky, colliding with that electric dragon. Thunder and fire surged, and the raging aftermath shook him back dozens of meters again. The tracks drawn under his feet were like two gullies, shocking to the eye.

"Shenxiao Thunder Method!?"

Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow and looked up. In the dissipating dust, an elegant figure walked over slowly.

"Zhang Fan, you really have two brushes. Fighting with Northern Zhang experts to this point, you actually still have the energy to dodge our joint attack?"

The descendant of Sanqing Mountain, Yu Xuanji, walked over with wonderful steps, a trace of mockery hanging on the corner of her mouth.

"You really are a character."

"Terrible!"

Inside the broken Daoist temple, Zhang Wuming looked at the rapidly changing situation, his heart skipped a beat.

Xiang Tingshan of Baixiang Mountain, Yu Xuanji of Sanqing Mountain, Huang Sanlang of Huangpi Cave, and a Zhang Huntian.

Four great experts gathered here, and the scales of victory tilted to the other side of Zhang Fan.

"The struggle for orthodoxy has never been a struggle of spirit."

Just then, Zhang Huntian walked over. He took out a talisman, the material was neither paper nor silk, like a piece of skin, with a human figure drawn on it, and pasted it on the wound.

That talisman actually dissolved and stuck to his flesh and blood, the wound stopped immediately, and the blood color on his face recovered quite a bit in an instant.

"You are right, the struggle for orthodoxy is not a struggle of spirit," Zhang Fan said indifferently.

The struggle for orthodoxy naturally has no so-called fairness, nor does it have so-called bullying the few with the many.

Once life and death are decided, there is no need for means.

Zhang Fan remained silent. He looked back at the deep and dilapidated Daoist temple. Li Miaoyin had not returned, and Zhao Jiexuan had not awakened.

Four great experts were lurking, not to mention there was also a Li Changgeng who had not appeared.

Zhang Fan knew...

"Really have to fight for my life!" Zhang Fan muttered softly.

"Old Zhang, count me in for fighting for my life."

Just then, a burst of hearty laughter came from far away.

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, he looked up, and saw a young man flying in with a paraglider against the wind. Who else could it be but Fang Changle?

"Maoshan!?"

Yu Xuanji saw the person coming, raised an eyebrow. Obviously, as a descendant of Sanqing Mountain, she knew Fang Changle.

"Finally caught up!"

Fang Changle jumped, landed on Zhang Fan, and the two held hands, as if they were victorious and meeting.

"Why couldn't you guys have come later?" Zhang Fan laughed loudly.

"Good food is not afraid of being late!"

Suddenly, another shout rose, accompanied by the sound of an ancient bell.

Everyone's primordial spirits shook violently. In a daze, they seemed to see a high mountain stretching, cutting off east and west, like the Dao of nature.

"Laojun Mountain!?"

Yu Xuanji bit her silver teeth, her gaze condensed into a line.

Brothers Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang held an ancient bell and appeared in everyone's sight.

"Old Qi invited the treasure of Laojun Mountain," Fang Changle whispered: "The plane was late, otherwise we would have arrived early."

"You also know, this thing has no accuracy!"

"It's good that you're here, it's good that you're here!"

Zhang Fan looked at Fang Changle, looked at Brothers Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang, and his hands couldn't help but clench tightly.

On this road, he was ultimately not alone.

This road is long, but he is not lonely.

"Are Maoshan and Laojun Mountain also coming to wade in this muddy water?" Yu Xuanji said in a deep voice.

"Xuanji, we can be considered old acquaintances. Since you know this is muddy water, you should go back early and find someone to marry," Fang Changle said indifferently.

"Four against three... no, five against three, the odds of winning are still on our side," Yu Xuanji sneered.

"I can take on three by myself."

Just then, a lazy voice came.

Everyone looked up and saw a young girl sitting on a large blue stone not far away. She wore a Daoist robe, setting off her petite body, barefoot, swaying wantonly in mid-air.

"Xia Weisheng!?" Yu Xuanji was shocked and lost her mind.

She did not expect that even this Great Senior Sister of Zhenwu Mountain had come.

"Zhenwu Mountain!?" Xiang Tingshan's eyes were full of strange light, looking Xia Weisheng up and down.

He was born in Baixiang Mountain and was a lineage of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains Demon Chief. He had been mixing outside for many years and naturally had heard of the great name of Xia Weisheng of Zhenwu Mountain.

This is the closed-door disciple of that living True Person... the former closed-door disciple!

The outside world has always been saying that Xia Weisheng is the default successor of Zhenwu Mountain, and the throne of the Zhenwu Mountain Master will likely be passed to her in the future.

Xiang Tingshan did not expect that this descendant of Zhenwu Mountain would actually appear here.

In fact, let alone him, even Zhang Fan was quite surprised when he saw Xia Weisheng.

"You even rocked Xia Weisheng here?" Fang Changle leaned to Zhang Fan's side and whispered.

"I didn't call her here."

Zhang Fan shook his head, but there was a glimmer of realization in his heart. It seems that although he nominally hung the name of a Zhenwu Mountain disciple and seemed to be raised outside, in fact, Zhenwu Mountain had always been paying attention to him.

"Does Zhenwu Mountain also want to get involved?" Yu Xuanji bit her silver teeth and said: "Xia Weisheng, you have to know who is behind us."

Xia Weisheng heard this, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she jumped down from the large blue stone.

"In front of the Zhenwu Gate, there is no talk of side doors or outer paths."

As soon as this was said, Xiang Tingshan and Huang Sanlang looked at each other. This descendant of Zhenwu Mountain had a bigger tone than the sky.

However, as soon as the voice fell, Xia Weisheng stretched out her hand and pointed at Yu Xuanji, Xiang Tingshan, and Huang Sanlang.

"I want to fight three!"

"You..."

Yu Xuanji's face turned red. As a descendant of the Ten Great Daoist Famous Mountains, Xia Weisheng's words obviously did not put her in her eyes.

"I didn't put you in my eyes to begin with."

Boom—

As the voice fell, thunder surged around Xia Weisheng, like a wild tide of rivers and seas, the terrifying aura shocking the world, actually killing towards the three directly.

This Great Senior Sister of Zhenwu Mountain was still as usual, acting without any taboos.

"Then let's bully the few with the many."

Fang Changle, Brothers Qi Delong, and Qi Dongqiang looked at each other and stood in front of Zhang Huntian.

Facing a Northern Zhang disciple, even if they were descendants of the two great Daoist famous mountains, they did not dare to be big.

Not to mention, Zhang Huntian himself just said that the struggle for orthodoxy is not a struggle of spirit, and there is no such thing as bullying the few with the many.

"There are no tigers in the mountains, monkeys call themselves kings. How many years has Long Hu Shan been dusty?"

Zhang Huntian sneered coldly, his cold gaze sweeping across Fang Changle, Brothers Qi Delong, and Qi Dongqiang like a sword.

Obviously, in his eyes, Long Hu Shan is above the world's Daoist gates and is the true Profound Gate orthodoxy.

"Unexpectedly, the dignified Long Hu Shan disciples also have such narrow-minded thoughts," Fang Changle chuckled.

"Seeking methods outside the heart are all outer paths," Brothers Qi Delong added.

"Even if you break the sky, the Dao is still respected!"

Zhang Huntian gave a low shout, incense drifted around his body, and the phantom of the Huntian Great Sage rose again.

The two great Daoist experts faced a great enemy and sacrificed themselves to respond.

Just then, Zhang Fan turned around suddenly, looking at the heaven and earth mountains and rivers, looking at the deep empty valley, clenching his fists, gathering his strength, and shouting loudly.

"Li Changgeng, you should come out now."

"As you wish!"

The whisper was faint, like a spring breeze blowing, nourishing the mountains and rivers. At the setting sun, a figure walked over slowly, and it was the descendant of Bai He Guan, Li Changgeng!

(End of chapter)