Chapter 522

The clear breeze stopped at the edge of the sky, the Daoist revealed his figure, the sunset behind him, red as blood, casting his silhouette, his sleeves and robes fluttering.

Just then, the giant god in the distance pointed at him—

The two guardian deities under his command and more than twenty battle generals of various sizes all soared into the air from the island, attacking Lin Jue.

Leading the way were the two guardian deities from the ceremonial gate!

One held a long-handled broadsword, flying horizontally from the left to strike; the other held two short halberds, crossing to strike from the right.

The Daoist waved his left sleeve.

Bang! The invisible gang-qi sent the deity holding the broadsword flying!

He waved his right sleeve again!

With the same muffled sound, the deity holding the short halberds, even though he had already assumed a cross-defense posture, was sent flying backward by the immense force of the gang-qi.

But behind them were more than twenty battle generals holding different weapons, flying densely from below.

In just an instant, a battle general thrust his spear through where the Daoist was standing, bringing up a sharp whistling wind.

Then the whistling wind continued; seven or eight battle generals and martial gods, either holding broadswords, or holding precious swords, or martial

gods skilled in archery shooting arrows, all flew past the spot where the Daoist had just been standing. That blood-like setting sun still reflected their different silhouettes, some slender, some tall and mighty, all wearing armor and helmets, majestic and extraordinary.

Yet what they had struck and passed through was nothing more than a clear breeze.

The silhouettes before the sunset changed from the Daoist to the numerous divine generals; the divine generals turned their heads to look, only to see the Daoist had appeared a hundred zhang away, sleeves fluttering, scattering his hand.

A handful of beans transformed into twelve flying swords and three long swords.

The sword bodies reflected the blood-red sunset, drawing lines of light in the air, already flying to pierce and rotate to strike them, as fast as lightning.

The divine generals and martial gods narrowed their eyes and parried one after another.

Some tall divine generals holding long spears knocked away two flying swords in succession; some mighty martial gods holding long swords in one hand countered the swords in the air with their own, clashing a dozen times in an instant; others holding bows agilely flipped in the air, dodging several flying swords that shuttled like lightning. However, whether they were knocked away or dodged, the flying swords and long swords would immediately find the next target in the next instant and continue to pierce and strike.

For a time, there was a clanging sound in the air, and divine light burst forth.

In the distance, there were more than a dozen divine officials, dressed in fire-red and snow-white clothes, who had already soared into the air on clouds.

One side inhaled deeply, chanted a mantra, and spat toward Lin Jue; seven or eight divine fires gathered into a dragon, sweeping toward Lin Jue; the other side

cast spells at Lin Jue, white smoke rushing from their hands, also gathering into a cold dragon, attacking Lin Jue from the other side.

The Daoist was not panicked, pointing with one finger.

Wall-Partitioning Art!

Whoosh! The divine fire and cold air flew into the air, but were blocked by an invisible wall, spreading along the wall, outlining its contour and breadth.

In a brief exchange, the many battle generals and martial gods were greatly shocked, and the divine officials on the other side were also astonished.

"If the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun is displeased, just let us leave; why use such methods to drive away guests?"

"Take my punch!"

Under the sunset, the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun strode over, closing the distance in just a few steps, and threw a punch with all his might.

The Daoist dodged again, transforming into a clear breeze and easily avoiding it.

But as soon as he revealed himself, a huge palm grabbed at him, as if it knew where the clear breeze had gone.

Lin Jue tilted his body upward, passing through his fingers; as he flew upward, he even had a momentary eye contact with this huge Husheng Husheng Zhenjun.

One frowned in confusion, the other glared in anger.

"The Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's movements are not as agile as before, and his strength is not as vast as before; it must be that after being injured that day, without the replenishment of incense, you have not yet recovered and cannot fight me. Please stop."

"Arrogant brat! Still daring to provoke me?"

The Husheng Husheng Zhenjun suddenly opened his mouth and spat out monstrous divine fire, which came rushing toward him like clouds and mist covering the mountains, simply unavoidable.

Wall-Partitioning Art!

Another invisible wall appeared, blocking the divine fire; although it was burned away by the divine fire in the next instant, it bought time for the Daoist, allowing him to soar into the sky, straight up into the clouds.

First, he turned his head to glance quickly into the distance.

The six-tailed white fox was entangled with the black dragon.

The fox was extremely clever—

When the black dragon fiercely lunged at it, it rode the wind to escape into the distance, either diving into the sea or escaping into the ground. When the black dragon spat true fire at it, it spat out cold air; when the true dragon spat cold air at it, it spat out solar spiritual fire to counter. Ice and fire wove brilliant colors in the sunset; as the two fought, they stirred up wind and waves, shattering the billows, extremely intense.

However, this black dragon had at least the cultivation of a True Person; the current fox was still a line away from seven tails, and coupled with the fact that foxes are naturally not as fierce or good at fighting as true dragons, it could not confront it head-on.

When the black dragon lunged, it had no choice but to dodge.

When the black dragon spat fire, its cold air could not block it; when the black dragon spat cold air, its spiritual fire could not resist it either, only buying it a chance to escape.

And for this chance, it was more than capable.

Lin Jue withdrew his gaze and looked down again.

A huge figure also soared into the sky; although as huge as a mountain, it was as light as clouds and mist; although its divine body and divine power had not fully recovered, and it even knew it was no match for him, its momentum was not the least bit weak.

Lin Jue had a sudden realization—

The True Lords under the previous Heavenly Lord were indeed very loyal!

If this Husheng Husheng Zhenjun was indeed as rumored, barbaric, rude, and short-tempered, it might be that after the previous Heavenly Lord failed, his incense also rapidly diminished; he was already injured, and now not only could he not recover, but he also faced the danger of extinction, naturally feeling sorrowful and depressed. Coupled with the fact that believers had actually arrived at the temple today to discuss demolishing his statue and temple, his mood was even more depressed; this time, he was very likely using himself as an outlet for his depression and sorrow.

If he was not as barbaric, rude, and short-tempered as rumored, it might be that he was indeed loyal to the previous Heavenly Lord; no matter what, he had added fuel to the fire of the previous Heavenly Lord's downfall, and he had to make some gesture.

Yet what could Lin Jue do?

Just as the nine-tailed foxes were reduced to only Lady Yao Hua's line, and dragons and phoenixes were nearly extinct, he had no choice but to come here.

After a moment of thought, Lin Jue said no more.

It just so happened that after he achieved the True Dao, he had contemplated the Great Dao for several years and studied spells for several years; having been peaceful for so long, his hands were itching, and he wanted to test how much his skills had improved.

"Then I will play with the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun!"

He beckoned with his left hand, and the wind and clouds above his head changed rapidly, gathering into

rolling dark clouds stretching for more than ten miles.

"Rumble..."

Lightning twisted in the dark clouds, and thunder snakes turned.

He beckoned with his right hand, and the twelve flying swords and three long swords that were rapidly shuttling and rotating in the distance flew over one after another.

The battle generals and martial gods had just breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the Daoist wave his hand again, scattering another handful of beans, which transformed into tall armored soldiers wearing helmets, their entire bodies of armor and weapons reflecting the sunset, their bodies made of Longevity Ji Xianren Wood rippling with mysterious spiritual light, and one bean transformed into a twelve-zhang-tall armored giant god, landing with a boom.

The flying swords and long swords flew toward Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Jiling's face.

"Ha!"

The Husheng Husheng Zhenjun shouted, actually shaking away the flying swords!

Then he waved his hand again, and the three long swords were also swatted away like flies.

Then he opened his mouth again, spitting out monstrous divine fire.

"Whoosh..."

The divine fire almost covered half the sky, even overshadowing the brilliance of the sunset in the distance!

Wall-Partitioning Art! Wall-Partitioning Art!

The Daoist flew to the left, and he turned his head to the left, spitting at the Daoist; the Daoist flew to the right, and he spat to the right; invisible walls appeared out of thin air, blocking the divine fire, only to be quickly

burned away by the divine fire, and he could only, like the fox teasing the black dragon, buy some time to dodge.

This fire was truly endless, constantly gushing out.

"What a long breath!" Lin Jue pondered for a moment and pointed with his finger, "Wild Words!"

The caught-off-guard Husheng Husheng Zhenjun frowned.

He only felt a sense of wild arrogance rising in his chest; that feeling, like heroic spirit, was truly unbearable if not spat out! If he spat it out, he couldn't spit fire; if he didn't spit it out, it was stuck in his throat, making him feel very uncomfortable.

"Ugh!"

The divine fire filling the sky lost its momentum and quickly dissipated.

This Husheng Husheng Zhenjun, known for being "barbaric, rude, and short-tempered," had a face that turned blue and red, and finally, unable to hold back, he shouted:

"If I had been born two thousand years earlier, how could Fuchi have shaken the Nine Heavens?"

As soon as he finished shouting, without the cover of divine fire, he saw the Daoist standing in the air several hundred zhang away, pointing at the sky.

"Husheng Husheng Zhenjun, what spirit!"

Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Jiling looked up and suddenly felt something was amiss.

Under his feet, there were already white clouds, and above his head, dark clouds stretched, which had been accumulating thunder and lightning since just now, and now it was so oppressive that it made people feel panicked.

The Husheng Husheng Zhenjun immediately wanted to dodge.

But he saw the Daoist point again—

Mountain-Pressing Top!

It truly felt like the weight of a mountain pressing down.

If it were an ordinary immortal, or even another Husheng Husheng Zhenjun, they would surely be pressed down from the sky and smashed deep into the ground; only this Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Jiling, who had practiced the Great As-You-Will to a high level, could forcibly support such weight.

"Rumble..."

The top of his head suddenly brightened, and blinding plasma like poured-out lightning struck the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun, making his whole body light up, outlining a distinct contour.

Under the sunset light, the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun was smoking all over.

And at this moment, the fox in the distance was no match for the black dragon and flew back, carrying the black dragon.

Both sides quickly swapped opponents.

That black dragon was truly fierce and agile, moving in the air like black lightning, baring fangs and brandishing claws, rushing toward Lin Jue.

If caught, even if Lin Jue were a True Person, he would only have the path of the Golden Cicada Shedding its Shell to survive!

"Go!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Twelve flying swords shot out, and three long swords rotated and danced, greeting the black dragon.

The flying swords slashed through the dragon's roar, and the long swords struck the black dragon, splashing

out sparks, but some pierced the scales, causing the black dragon pain and even more ferocity.

The black dragon rushed forward against the flying swords and long swords, then made a sharp turn, heading straight for the horizon.

Following it with his eyes, it turned out that the Daoist had stepped on a small thundercloud and was rushing straight toward the horizon.

The Daoist on the cloud smiled and pointed again.

Mountain-Pressing Top!

Previously, when he achieved the True Dao and fought Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Baosheng, he had also used Mountain-Pressing Top on the divine generals under Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Baosheng; however, at that time, Lin Jue had just achieved the True Dao, and many spells and supernatural powers had not yet been improved; it was just an immortal using immortal power to perform a Daoist's skill. Now, several years later, Lin Jue had long since raised this spell to the level an immortal should have.

Now it was truly the weight of a mountain!

Although the black dragon was strong, caught off guard, its upward momentum grew weaker and weaker, flying slower and slower, until its strength was exhausted and it fell downward.

Xihai was vast, and the water flow on the shore had washed out the shape of an earth tree, which was already spectacular; the black dragon fell, and a dragon pit was smashed out.

Looking down again, Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Jiling was smoking all over, but his movements were as usual; instead, he reached out to grab the six-tailed white fox, shouting:

"This thunder is nothing more than this!"

Although the six-tailed white fox was large, it was far from the size of the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun, who was several dozen zhang tall.

Yet unexpectedly, facing this huge Husheng Husheng Zhenjun, it rapidly shrank.

Not only did it become about the size of a cat in the blink of an eye, but it continued to shrink; by the time the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's palm grabbed it, it was only the size of a bean.

Although a person is strong, can a palm slap a gnat to death?

This bean-sized fox didn't need to do anything; just by borrowing the wind from the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's palm, it had already floated away lightly.

Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Jiling was also startled.

I don't know if he didn't expect this fox to have the Small As-You-Will that countered his Great As-You-Will, or if he didn't expect the Great As-You-Will and Small As-You-Will to have such a clever mutual restraint.

In a trance, the Daoist had already ridden the cloud back.

The fox grew larger, turned its head, and lunged at the black dragon on the ground.

The opponents of the man and the fox had swapped back.