Chapter 476

"Senior, Senior...

"Help me eliminate evil!"

Lin Jue had now attained the Dao and could control this precious mirror, but out of respect, he still asked politely.

The Mountain-Moving Mirror did not hesitate at all.

The immortal magical power was sucked into the mirror, and the entire silver mirror quickly brewed a sharp, killing force.

"Hmm!?"

Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Baosheng sensed danger.

Originally coming with his *shuo*, he flashed instantly!

"Jiong!"

Almost simultaneously, a blinding silver light shot out from the mirror. In this gloomy daylight, it easily overwhelmed the sky light and became a silver line of light that could not be ignored.

The Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's figure instantly arrived at a cloud, not expecting that the silver light was shooting exactly there.

This time there was only one, nine merged into one.

*Slap! * The Husheng Husheng Zhenjun held his *shuo* horizontally to block!

The huge force made his arms numb.

But this was just the beginning.

"Jiong, jiong, jiong!"

Silver light shot out from the mirror continuously.

The Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's figure also constantly shifted and flashed.

The Husheng Husheng Zhenjun appeared beside an ancient pine on the mountaintop, waving the *shuo* in his hand, shattering the silver light; he appeared above the river valley, pinched a seal, and used his body to hard-carry the silver light; he appeared on a distant mountain, pinched a seal to turn his body into a phantom, letting the silver light pass through his body. In the very next instant, he appeared beside the distant dark clouds, stabbing down with his *shuo*, bringing out ten thousand thunderbolts, competing with the silver light.

At the same time, twelve flying swords flew out from behind Lin Jue one after another, shuttling through the air, also turning into thin lines, stabbing toward the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun with lightning speed. Two long swords were spinning, chasing the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun with extreme speed and force.

In just a few breaths, Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Baosheng appeared in dozens of different positions, and the precious mirror also shot out dozens of silver lights. No matter where the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun went, the silver light shot there, only to be blocked by him.

For a time, there was broken silver light everywhere, and the sky was filled with interwoven killing intent.

The flying swords and long swords constantly changed direction to chase him, and the spiritual light from their flight wove a net in the air.

Sometimes the silver light that missed shot past the immortals and Masters watching from afar; sometimes Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Baosheng flew behind them, and the flying swords and long swords chasing him also flew past them, scaring these immortals and Masters into a panic, retreating higher and further away.

Even in the mortal realm below, both sides besieging the city saw this and regarded it as a divine phenomenon. Even in the midst of the fierce life-and-death battle, some people couldn't help but cast their gaze toward it.

"What is this?"

"This seems to be a treasure of Fuqiu Gong from ancient times. It is said that before he faced his tribulation, he handed it over to a mortal disciple who, although not talented enough, was highly recognized by him. Could it be that this Master Lin is actually the successor left behind by the ancient Fuqiu Gong?"

"Besides this treasure, Fuqiu Gong's own combat ability was far from being this powerful, right?"

"As expected of a Husheng Husheng Zhenjun war general under the contemporary Lord Tianweng, he can actually block so many strikes. If it were us, I'm afraid we would have been pierced through by a single silver light."

"I was almost hit just now!"

"Oh no, the sword is coming again..."

These immortals and Masters exclaimed, but they still fixed their eyes on it.

The silver light shattered frequently, missing continuously, and the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's combat power was fully displayed.

It was difficult for ordinary people's eyes to capture the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's speed, and the flying swords and long swords could only follow behind, constantly turning back to chase. But the fox beside Master Lin seemed to be able to see through it—

It merged its clones back into one, turning into its huge six-tailed white fox true form, heroic and extremely beautiful, pacing in the air, riding the wind. Sometimes it spat golden flames, clearing a patch of clarity in the misty sky after the rain; sometimes it spat yellow smoke, sometimes cold air, precisely intercepting and blocking Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Baosheng. Unfortunately, its cultivation was not enough; these skills often couldn't break the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's protective divine light and often only caused some interference, frequently being ignored by the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun and shattered directly as he flew.

"Wasting time with me?"

Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Baosheng held his *shuo* and slashed diagonally, blocking another silver light. His anger continued to rise, rushing to his crown, and he simply gritted his teeth and rushed toward the Daoist with his *shuo*.

Layers of invisible walls were crashed through by him!

The air waves in the sky exploded continuously!

Layers of flames, cold air, and yellow smoke were crashed open by him. The silver armor on his body was burned red and then frozen, then frozen and covered with a layer of sand and soil. He didn't care and rushed straight toward the Daoist with his *shuo*.

"Jiong!"

A silver light hit his heart-protecting mirror, creating a layer of cracks.

"Shu, shu, shu..."

Several flying swords stabbed from in front of him, and several more flying swords chased from behind him. Some stabbed his chest and back, shattering the armor plates that had already become brittle, and some stabbed at the unarmored parts of his body, piercing deeply into his flesh.

"Jiong!"

Another silver light pierced his neck.

A cluster of divine blood splashed out from the other side.

"Woo, woo..."

Two long swords were spinning, slashing from left and right. One slashed right on his neck, blocked by the neck guard, sparking when it hit the armor; the other slashed at the elbow where he held the *shuo*, a place not covered by armor, and slashed in almost halfway.

"Jiong, jiong, jiong!"

Several silver lights shattered his armor, passed through his body, and pierced out from behind, hitting the rear armor and shattering it; the rear armor trembled violently.

Yet he didn't care at all!

Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Baosheng, braving the silver light and flying swords, arrived in front of Lin Jue.

Even in Lin Jue's eyes, a flash of shock appeared, and he immediately rode the hurricane and flew backward.

In the next instant, the *shuo* slashed down with faint thunder light!

Both the *shuo* and the thunder light were faster than the hurricane.

The force seemed to tear the sky apart as well.

The Daoist immediately flew backward at a faster speed, but it looked as if he hadn't been cut in two.

"Whoosh..."

In the hurricane, a withered tree on the mountaintop below was suddenly blown into the high sky by the wind. Looking closely, its lower half remained on the mountain, and its waist already had a slanted and neat notch.

Lin Jue clutched his chest and took a moment to glance down.

Whether it was his Daoist robe or his body, from his left chest to his right rib, there was a charred thunder mark.

"Crackle..."

There were still electric arcs jumping, and white smoke was rising.

He smelled a burnt odor at the tip of his nose.

That's right—

The method of disaster-transfer can transfer the disaster of blades and weapons, but it cannot transfer the disaster of thunder and fire.

Lin Jue could only be glad that he had sat on Nanshan Mountain for a year before attaining the Dao, perceiving and absorbing the spiritual aura of Nanshan, and later swallowed the Four Directions Five Elements Jin Dan to break through and become an immortal. The Jin Dan also contained the spiritual aura of Nanshan, which made his physique much stronger than ordinary Masters and loose immortals. Otherwise, he was afraid he would have suffered a not-so-light injury from this thunderbolt.

But just from that one glance, in an instant, when he looked up again, the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's figure was already gone.

Only the fox was staring behind him, spitting cold air while running wildly backward.

Lin Jue immediately turned around, holding his sword to block.

This block used up all his strength.

He saw that amidst the thick cold air, a large *shuo* slashed out, bringing with it ice crystals and white frost. What entered his eyes was the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's face with hair standing on end from anger, an imposing figure holding the *shuo* with one hand.

At the same time, Lin Jue saw that the sword wounds on his body, as well as the blood holes made by the silver light, were all healing rapidly.

That's right, the Leopard King's ability to reconnect after being severed came from this Husheng Husheng Zhenjun!

"Bang!"

Sword and *shuo* intersected, electric light splashed everywhere, and divine thunder was deafening.

The long sword in his hand almost bent, and the huge force transmitted from the sword made his arms ache. Lin Jue was knocked down from the sky in an instant.

And that Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Baosheng was even using only one hand; his other hand had time to pull out the precious sword at his waist, and with a backhand slash, it seemed he wanted to cut the white fox pouncing toward him in two.

"Poof!"

The fox cast a spell at the critical moment, splitting to the left and right, turning into two six-tailed white foxes, and thus avoided this disaster.

Then both six-tailed white foxes didn't hesitate, retracted their four feet and six tails, turned into two arrows, and chased after the falling Lin Jue to the left and right.

Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Baosheng's combat experience was still there. He gritted his teeth, shook his whole body, shook off the flying swords stuck in his body, shook off the long sword embedded in his hand, and chased down, holding his *shuo*.

"Whoosh..."

The fox on the left spat black smoke, obscuring his vision.

The fox on the right spat cold air, trying to block him.

But he didn't expect that just as the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun crashed through the cold air and pierced through the black mist, there was another point of golden light dazzling his eyes.

Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Baosheng glared angrily—

This time he saw clearly! The Daoist had actually shrunk his body in that instant, and then, borrowing the hurricane that filled the heaven and earth, he drifted toward the distance!

"Small tricks!"

More flying swords flew over, hitting his armor with a *ding-dang* sound.

The long sword spun and slashed, hacking at his arm and neck.

Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Baosheng still ignored it, gritted his teeth and moved forward, and in the next instant, he was in front of Lin Jue again.

He saw him raise the large *shuo* in his hand high, the weapon filled with ten thousand *zhang* of thunder light. At the same time, he gritted his teeth and shouted loudly:

"Small tricks! Can't I do that too?"

Golden light also bloomed in the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's eyes, dazzling and eye-catching.

And Lin Jue had already realized that as a Daoist who had just attained the Dao, no matter how good he was at fighting, no matter how much stronger his physique was than other immortals, even if he had learned swordsmanship when he was in the mortal realm, he absolutely did not have the qualifications to engage in close-quarters combat with this Husheng Husheng Zhenjun general. Therefore, his return gift was a mouthful of east wind.

Riding the wind to retreat, he closed his eyes and exhaled.

Flowers bloom in an instant! Bestowing a branch of spring!

The Husheng Husheng Zhenjun immediately abandoned his offensive and used his *shuo* to block!

The *shuo* bloomed with flowers, but thunder light flashed on the *shuo*, and the newly bloomed fresh flowers all turned charred and fell off.

The Daoist pointed again—Dragon-Playing Trick!

The Husheng Husheng Zhenjun was about to thrust his *shuo* when his eyes suddenly blurred, and he actually saw the weapon in his hand twisting and turning.

His eyes blurred again, and that *shuo* had turned into a black-gold python as thick as a bowl at its thickest point, with two horns on its head, looking like a flood dragon. He was holding the thinner tail of the black-gold python, and the black-gold python was twisting and struggling in his hand!

The python flood dragon opened its mouth as if to bite him, but seemed intimidated by the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's momentum and dared not bite! It turned around as if to escape, but was held firmly in his hand and couldn't run away!

"A trick?"

Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Baosheng exerted force in his wrist and shook it violently.

But he saw the black-gold python in his hand being shaken, opening its mouth and struggling even more painfully and violently. And in the shaking, the feeling transmitted was also soft and wobbly, completely different from the *shuo*, as if what he was holding in his hand was indeed a python or a flood dragon.

What is the difference between a Husheng Husheng Zhenjun divine general without a weapon and an immortal Daoist who cannot cast spells?

Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Baosheng didn't dare to delay. He held the flood dragon python with his right hand and pointed his left hand at the firmament—

"Thunder, come!"

With a *boom*! Even though it was clearly a sunny day, it was forcibly summoned by him to bring down a huge thunderbolt, striking the python flood dragon.

Electric light flashed, dazzlingly bright.

The thunder dissipated, and what was in his hand was indeed a large *shuo*.

But the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun frowned.

Looking down, he saw that all over his body, wherever the armor didn't cover, or between the gaps in the armor, all kinds of fresh flowers began to grow.

His vitality and divine power were flowing away rapidly.

Even his cultivation was slowly being reduced.

In a trance, his vision was also blocked by a pale purple *kuling* flower that looked like smoke.

"Disperse!"

Divine power shattered the fresh flowers all over his body.

But blood was spurting out from all over his body, and the lost vitality, divine power, and cultivation did not return.

At the same time, silver light flashed before his eyes again—

"Jiong, jiong, jiong!"

Unable to dodge, besides the dense small blood holes on his body, there were several more large blood holes, spurting blood continuously!