Chapter 318: Merging Spirits (5k Great Chapter)

Thunder is the pivot of yin and yang, the foundation of all things. Therefore, without thunder, there is no way to govern the three realms.

In Daoist methods, the Thunder Department is respected, governing the disasters and blessings of heaven, holding the power of weighing things, managing things and people, and presiding over life and death.

Above the blue sky, black clouds surged, streaks of thunder flashing, tearing through the firmament, like the anger of heaven, like the tribulation punishment of gods.

Li Li Changgeng's physical body underwent wonderful changes, streaks of thunder light surging at the wound in his lower abdomen, like living water melting, actually nourishing and restoring the ferocious and dilapidated injury.

"Thunder is the combination of yin and yang two Qi into thunder, the machine of the beginning of life and death."

In the distance, Xia Xia Weisheng looked at Li Li Changgeng's changes, revealing an unbelievable look. She practiced the 【Five Thunder Orthodox Method】, and knew the roots of Daoist thunder methods quite well.

Thunder has both the power of destruction and the effect of creation.

Every time after a thunderstorm, trees that were struck and burned by lightning must sprout new buds.

This is the two Qi of yin and yang.

This is the machine of life and death.

"Terrible!" Xia Xia Weisheng's face was ugly, and a bad premonition rose in her heart.

Three-Flavor True Fire was too heaven-defying, disturbing the yin and yang of this place, high temperature evaporation, yang Qi rising, water vapor floating in the sky, attracting ten thousand feet of black clouds, finally changing the celestial phenomena.

Boom—

Black clouds surged, bringing a deafening sound. The celestial phenomena of the sky seemed to have a resonance with Li Li Changgeng's weather, streaks of thunder light spraying, freely in the long sky.

"Brother, look quickly..." Qi Dongqiang exclaimed.

Everyone looked up one after another and saw that in the black clouds, amidst the thunder, a mysterious light and shadow actually emerged, like a capital city, located at the peak of the nine heavens, riding above all living things.

"Nine Heavens Responding Yuan Mansion, Supreme Jade Purity King. Transforming into ten directions, talking about the Dao and falling nine phoenixes..." Fang Fang Changle muttered softly, revealing an unbelievable look in his eyes.

In Daoist mythology, the supreme deity of the Thunder Department is the 【Nine Heavens Responding Yuan Thunder Sound Universal Transformation True King】, who resides in the Shenxiao Jade Mansion, in the Brahma Qi of the Blue Heavens, governing the total thunder of the world.

Any Daoist who wants to perform thunder methods and Daoist arts must pass through the Shenxiao Jade Purity Mansion, and those who practice thunder methods must worship the Thunder Founder.

"This is the supreme supernatural power of the Thunder Dao, the Thunder Mansion descending into the world, all methods meeting the origin, the highest in the world, there is no one who does not worship!"

Yu Yu Xuanji looked up at the sky, unable to help but be excited.

She practiced the orthodox Shenxiao Thunder Method, and at this moment, her feeling was particularly real, only feeling the heavenly power was vast, instinctively wanting to worship the sky.

At this time, she dazed and saw that in the light and shadow of the void capital, there seemed to be a figure sitting cross-legged, holding golden light ruyi, preaching the Jade Pivot Treasure Scripture. Those who do not obey turn into dust, and the hair is as fast as wind and fire.

"Zhang Fan, today this place is the place where you will die."

Zhang Zhang Huntian clenched his fists, unable to help but shout in a low voice. He also didn't expect Li Li Changgeng to be so heaven-defying, hiding such wonderful means, using the innate ancestral Qi, using the life soul-aspect, high dome responding to the spirit, actually gathering all the origins of the thunder method.

"The luck of Bai He Guan is truly heaven-defying. This kind of supernatural power has appeared in the history of the Daoist world only a handful of times..."

Deep in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, a figure stopped abruptly, standing under the blue pine ancient tree, looking at the black clouds gathering in the sky, the flashing thunder light illuminating his head brightly.

The bald grandpa's gaze narrowed, unable to help but sigh.

"Truly a latecomer who is formidable..."

Thunder Origin Dharma Assembly is rare among Daoist supernatural powers, and the number of times it has appeared is far lower than Three-Flavor True Fire.

After all, this is one of the strongest supernatural powers of the Thunder Dao.

"People of the Zhang family, no matter where they go, there is constant trouble."

Just then, the old yellow ox beside him was eating grass and couldn't help but complain.

"The trouble left by Old Zhang the Second, the things he left here can't be hidden."

The bald grandpa shook his head, took out an object from the ox cart, wrapped in yellow skin, with traces like scales vaguely, and the outermost layer was sealed with a talisman...

Long Hu Shan's talisman!

"Let's go, whether it's surnamed Zhang or Li, they shouldn't be in these Ten Thousand Great Mountains..."

The bald grandpa muttered softly, drove the ox cart, and walked in the vast Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

Black clouds were vast, thunder rolling, the celestial phenomena were becoming more and more terrifying.

"You are prosperous to this point, so how can there be no tribulation."

Just then, Li Li Changgeng stood up slowly, the wound in his lower abdomen had already recovered as before, streaks of thunder light entangled his whole body, and even his mouth, nose, and eyes were spraying thunder light, exactly the same as Zhang Fan's image of urging Three-Flavor True Fire.

It's just that one is purple and mysterious, and the other is red and killing.

"Third supernatural power!" Zhang Fan looked up, a trace of solemnity flowing in his eyes.

Li Li Changgeng is worthy of being an anomaly in the human world. No wonder he is regarded as the most amazing successor of Bai He Guan through the ages.

Heaven-given supernatural power, ordinary people can awaken one, which is the creation of the ages, but he, in one body, actually carries three supernatural powers.

It can be said to be unprecedented, peerless in the world.

Especially this third supernatural power, Thunder Origin Dharma Assembly, can be called one of the supreme supernatural powers of the Thunder Dao.

Even Daoist successors like Qi Brothers Qi Delong and Fang Fang Changle have only seen records in ancient books and secret copies.

"Zhang Fan, what other means do you have, don't be reluctant to use them."

Li Li Changgeng raised his hand slowly, pointing to the gloomy sky.

Boom—

Suddenly, a thunderbolt fell, blasting towards Zhang Fan at a speed difficult to capture with the naked eye.

In an instant, Three-Flavor True Fire rose wildly, like a long rainbow piercing the sun, colliding with that thunderbolt.

Thunder light boiled, true fire like pulp, terrifying fluctuations spreading towards the surroundings.

Zhang Fan's figure became no longer human, entanglement of fire light, Three-Flavor essence rushing into the sky, the vast firmament seemed to be torn by red and purple colors.

"Three-Flavor True Fire is truly terrifying, actually able to resist the celestial phenomena?" Huang Huang Sanlang muttered softly.

At this very moment, he truly witnessed Zhang Fan's terror.

That day, in Huangpi Cave, if Zhang Fan had performed this method, I'm afraid that except for the ancestor, none of the yellow-skinned rats in that cave would have been spared.

"Thunder Origin Dharma Assembly is not just this," Yu Yu Xuanji said solemnly.

At this very moment, everyone stopped, they knew that this battle between Zhang Fan and Li Li Changgeng was the key, a life-and-death decision, and the balance tilted immediately.

Boom—

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, in the sky, the electric arcs wandering in the clouds slowly gathered, actually like figures, robes fluttering, immortal Qi vertical and horizontal, reaching the nine heavens, about to attend that Thunder Origin Dharma Assembly.

"Gods and spirits, reach the heavenly court. Five thunders wind uncle, ten thousand ghosts extinguish form."

"Break mountains and cut down temples, kill demons and extinguish essence. Uncle Xuan Capital supreme, all deities manifest spirits."

"All methods gather, Thunder Origin Dharma is clear, those who obey thunder live, those who oppose thunder die."

Sanskrit singing, great work of heaven and earth, in a daze, seemed to come from the thunder of the sky.

Those mysterious figures seemed to be cast by thunder light. At this moment, they had true nature and true spirit, looking at the human world indifferently, locking onto the rebellious person.

Boom—

Suddenly, those terrifying figures twisted violently, surging thunder light descending from the sky, dense and dense, almost difficult to see clearly.

"Heavenly power is vast, heavenly power is vast..."

Everyone's hearts jumped wildly. Facing such terrifying celestial phenomena, human power seemed insignificant.

It is truly difficult to imagine that even Daoist practitioners can master such extraordinary power.

Hum...

Almost at the same moment, Zhang Fan moved, Three-Flavor True Fire madness rose, red light scorching, soaking the earth, standing ten feet, suddenly becoming a flame country.

Boom—

Streaks of violent thunder bombarded within the range where he stood.

Heavenly thunder hooks and moves earthly fire, ignorant disturbance of soul-aspect.

In the blink of an eye, at the moment of light and shadow, the power of heaven's anger was like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, tearing Three-Flavor True Fire apart, the purple light ultimately suppressing that red scorching divine brilliance.

"Terrible!"

Looking at this scene before his eyes, Xia Xia Weisheng, Qi Brothers Qi Delong, Qi Dongqiang, Fang Fang Changle... all changed their faces.

Even Zhang Wuming, who was hiding in the dilapidated Daoist temple, had his heart sink to the bottom.

Heavenly power is vast, ultimately difficult to resist.

Bang...

A huge sound fell, Three-Flavor True Fire scattered and extinguished in the rolling thunder, a figure flew out from it, his whole body emitting scorched smoke and clouds, his aura withered, smashing through layers of rock walls, and finally fell into that dilapidated Daoist temple.

"Zhang Fan..." Fang Fang Changle exclaimed.

Three-Flavor True Fire, ultimately did not lose to Thunder Origin Dharma Assembly.

"It ends here."

Li Li Changgeng's expression was indifferent, his calm face still had no waves, he looked up at the pitch-black cave entrance of the dilapidated Daoist temple, walked over, and was about to understand everything.

"Are you unable to beat him?"

Suddenly, a soft but questioning voice came from the pitch-black cave entrance.

"Woman!?"

Li Li Miaoyin's voice sounded at this moment, but it seemed extremely weak.

"Who said that? I just haven't used my full strength."

Zhang Fan's voice sounded, revealing a trace of fatigue and powerlessness.

"Use your strength, don't stop."

"I'll rest for a while."

"If you can, you can; if you can't, you can't. What does resting for a while mean?"

Strange conversations came from the dark ancient cave, making Li Li Changgeng pause slightly.

"Stop arguing..."

Just then, a third voice sounded.

"Zhao Zhao Jiexuan!?"

Qi Brothers Qi Delong's face changed slightly, and he identified it instantly.

"Merge spirits!"

Just then, Zhang Fan and Zhao Zhao Jiexuan's voices sounded at the same time, melting in that dark and deep cave, like a beam of light in the long, long night, breaking the ancient firmament.

Jiangbei Province, Mount Zhenwu.

Black clouds crossed, covering the bright moon.

The mountain wind was exceptionally strong tonight.

On the west side of the South Profound Palace, looking down, it was a ten-thousand-foot cliff.

At this time, a figure was leaning on the railing, looking at the vast long sky.

"Master..."

Daoist Pojie stood behind, looking at Chu Chu Chaoran's back, unable to help but call out. If it were a normal day, he should have rested by now.

The routine of the Chu Chaoran True Person had always been very regular.

"The color of the sky tonight, I haven't seen it for a long time," Chu Chu Chaoran muttered softly.

"Color of the sky?"

Daoist Pojie was stunned for a moment. He looked up and couldn't help but be dazed. The color of the sky tonight didn't seem to be any different. It was still the mountain wind rising, black clouds crossing the sky, and a few large stars scattered.

"The last time the sky was this color was more than eighty years ago,"

Chu Chu Chaoran muttered softly, his gaze deep, like this vast long sky, difficult to see the depth.

Hum...

Just then, a long chime rose, and the peach wood sword hanging on the cliff of the South Profound Palace actually vibrated violently, the sword sound moving people, cracking the gang wind.

"This is... how did the Lv Zu Chunyang Fa Jian have a resonance?" Daoist Pojie Daoist's face changed suddenly.

Others didn't know, but he knew very well that this wooden sword looked plain, but in fact, it was a Pure Yang Dharma treasure, left by Lv Zu, having been blown by wind and rain on this South Profound Palace for six hundred years without any decay.

The anomaly tonight seemed unusual.

"Master..." Daoist Pojie looked at Chu Chu Chaoran and couldn't help but say.

"You go."

Chu Chu Chaoran waved his hand, and the vibrating Pure Yang Chunyang Fa Jian immediately returned to calm.

Daoist Pojie was stunned for a moment, looked deeply at the Pure Yang Chunyang Fa Jian, and retreated respectfully.

The mountain wind was soft, blowing the wide Daoist robes. The huge Mount Zhenwu seemed to be three points shorter under the old man.

He looked at the northwest direction, muttering softly.

"Almost a hundred years, ultimately have to see the 【Three Corpses Disaster】 again!"

Even if Pure Yang is limitless, it is difficult to escape the long number of heaven.

Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

Thunder ravaged, black clouds pressing on the top.

When everyone's eyes were cast on the entrance of the dilapidated Daoist temple, suddenly, a soul-aspect rushed out from it.

"Zhang Fan!?"

"Is he crazy? Still soul-aspect leaving the body at this time? Under the Thunder Origin Dharma Assembly, he will surely have his form and spirit destroyed," Xia Xia Weisheng frowned, revealing a look of worry.

"Hmm!?"

"There is another soul-aspect!"

Just then, everyone noticed that behind Zhang Fan, there was another soul-aspect, mysterious and illusory, of the same origin.

"You want to merge spirits!?"

Li Li Changgeng's gaze sank suddenly, his heart rose, streaks of thunder surged, covering Zhang Fan and the Evil God.

Boom—

Just then, the two soul-aspects intersected, mutually inducing, and merging with each other.

The soul-aspect outer scene appeared, like the high sky mixed with black, infinite, like a ten-thousand-foot abyss, invisible to the bottom.

Wind and fire surged, coming from thin air, about to tear Zhang Fan's soul-aspect and Evil God apart.

Boom—

At the same time, streaks of surging thunder arrived suddenly, the terrifying power covering the two soul-aspects, the surrounding terrain instantly collapsing.

That thunder was like a heavy hammer, bombarding the soul-aspect, as if to disintegrate it.

Gang wind like a sword, true fire like a furnace, outside there was thunder tribulation punishment, three phases of separation and union, birth and death of existence, about to completely annihilate these two soul-aspects.

"Practicing this method, how can there be no tribulation?"

Boom—

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, everyone's eyes were filled with awe and disbelief.

The barriers between the two soul-aspects collided crazily, stirring up ten thousand streaks of fire light.

Wind and fire washed and refined, thunder hammered, dense black particles actually seeped out from the two soul-aspects, as if there were none, between reality and nothingness, drifting within heaven and earth.

The two soul-aspects were like entering a furnace to refine, like falling into thunder to extinguish. In a daze, their figures became more and more blurred, as if they were about to dissipate into heaven and earth, extinguishing in the tribulation punishment.

Splitting spirits is difficult, merging spirits is even more difficult.

This method was not of the human world, difficult to refine.

"Ultimately extinct!"

Hum...

Suddenly, deep within Zhang Fan's soul-aspect, a golden light actually emerged, like the sun rising, illuminating the mountains and rivers.

"What is that light?" Everyone dazed.

That light rushed into the sky, even rushing open the vast black clouds, and the thunder above the long sky dissipated quite a bit.

"Thoughts..."

"The thought in the Jin Xia Treasure Box."

At this moment, a realization rose in Zhang Fan's heart.

Thoughts are the most magical power in the world. Mortals are because of this, the soul-aspect returns to silence, unable to practice.

Daoists, because of this, cut off thoughts, only then can they comprehend the Pure Yang Limitless Realm.

Even the incense that the gods and immortals feast on hides the purest thoughts.

That day, Chu Chu Chaoran relied on a thought to trap the Wu Wei Sect Vice Sect Leader, Mr. Thought, in Luohuang Mountain for more than ten years.

In the Jin Xia Treasure Box was a thought, left by someone unknown, but with great supernatural powers.

Hum...

That thought melted slowly, golden light dripping to the ground, overflowing ten directions, wrapping the two soul-aspects.

Suddenly, at the end of the golden light, the barriers between the two soul-aspects dissipated, they merged with each other, and finally no longer separated.

In the soul-aspect outer scene, the vast black sky finally reached its end. In that wisp of light, Zhang Fan's soul-aspect broke free from the great night, as if an ancient giant waking up.

The black night dissipated, and it was the infinite light.

"Great Night Not Bright... he broke the tribulation of the Great Night Not Bright!?"

At this very moment, everyone's face changed suddenly, and a figure seemed to be shouting in their hearts.

They felt a fear from instinct, soul-aspects trembling, almost unable to control themselves.

All tribulations were silent, above the blue sky, black clouds dissipated, a great moon flowed white, washing the ancient long sky.

Just then, Zhang Fan's soul-aspect opened his eyes slowly. He became different, and no waves could be seen in his pupils.

"He... he broke the tribulation?"

Qi Brothers Qi Delong's eyes were wide open, looking at Zhang Fan's soul-aspect from afar, only feeling incomparably strange.

He could see that Zhang Fan's realm had not changed at all, but this pressure was unprecedented.

That soul-aspect, clearly standing there, but he always had a feeling.

This is from heaven, not a mortal object.

Zhang Fan's soul-aspect seemed to have undergone an incredible transformation, waking up from the Great Night Not Bright, and was no longer like before.

"Zhang Fan!?" Fang Fang Changle looked at that soul-aspect, also feeling unprecedented strangeness.

"Spirits are high!"

Zhang Fan's soul-aspect swept across everyone present, as if re-familiarizing, and finally his gaze fell on Zhang Zhang Huntian.

"Bug of North Zhang!"

Zhang Fan sighed, and his figure had already dissipated before everyone's eyes.

"You..."

Zhang Zhang Huntian's face changed suddenly, looking up abruptly, and saw Zhang Fan's soul-aspect already in front of him, high above, that look of looking down was full of indifference.

Boom—

Before he could react, a terrifying fluctuation rose from Zhang Fan's whole body, like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, crushing the phantom of the Zhang Huntian Great Sage into powder, turning it into nothingness.

"You..."

Zhang Zhang Huntian's eyes were wide open, simply unable to believe that just by soul-aspect pressure, he actually blew away the divine statue he had set up!?

At this very moment, unprecedented fear grew and spread in his heart.

Since he started practicing, he had never encountered it.

"Can a bug that obtained a low-grade Daoist title also be high-spirited!?"

Zhang Fan whispered solemnly, his big hand fell, actually reaching directly into Zhang Zhang Huntian's head, pulling violently, and detained his soul-aspect, his five fingers intertwined, the soul-aspect exploded, turning into flowing light and overflowing, swallowed by Zhang Fan in one bite.

"Tasty... high-spirited..."

Zhang Fan's mouth rose slightly, revealing a joyful look. He turned around, his indifferent gaze looking at everyone.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 319 =====