Chapter 782: Eight Trigrams Slash Immortal, Falling Stars; Ancient Longcheng Shakes Demon Elephant

Let's get back first and talk about it!

A giant heart-monkey suddenly burst from the Blood Sea Devil's chest, its entire body engulfed in black demonic flames; it stretched out its hands, growing to the size of a mountain, and swept both sides, grabbing most of the disciples below the Jin Dan stage in its grasp.

Then a colossal venomous serpent opened its mouth and swallowed the rest.

Ling Gong and the others immediately retreated into the five divine palaces within the old devil's chest.

Even though everyone's speed was already extremely fast, and Seeing Yan Shu and Ning Ning Qingchen's first strikes had targeted the Long Wang, momentarily slowing him down.

Zhu Master Zhutanmo immediately raised his golden bowl, summoning a world resembling a sacred mountain and pure land, emitting golden light that blocked the ancient dragon city.

But the blind elder dragon of the dragon clan still moved—his gray-white eyes rolled, unleashing an invisible force that slashed toward everyone's heads.

In an instant, each person felt a chilling sensation, as if a venomous snake had locked onto them; within those gray-white eyes, countless tiny eyeballs flipped one by one.

The blind old dragon was not truly blind—his gray-white, lifeless eyes were composed of countless densely packed tiny eyeballs.

In just a moment, everyone who had been seen by the old dragon collapsed silently to the ground.

The Blood Sea Devil barely managed to snatch their bodies back when the heart-monkey clutched the limp corpses and roared in fury: "You've stolen their soul essences?"

After the disciples' corpses were returned to the five divine palaces, everyone's fury finally erupted—even among the Penglai disciples, some lay among them; Ling Gong stared at his beloved junior sister, whose eyes were now only bloody hollows, his teeth nearly grinding to dust.

Lin Lin Mingxiu's chest rumbled with thunder as he reached out, drew his sword, and cut off his topknot.

"If I do not slay all the dragons to avenge my brothers and sisters, may my topknot be this!"

The blind elder wiped his mouth, revealing a grotesque smile; several tiny eyeballs rolled again in his eyes, his hollow gaze sending chills down the spine.

"Indeed, young people's eyeballs are the tastiest! Your fortunes are strong—you must have gained plenty of benefits! To dominate this place, the Abyss of Return, our dragon clan needs your fates!"

The dragon of ten thousand eyes shifted its form into a true dragon shape, wildly different from ordinary dragons.

Its scaled flesh slightly opened, coated in slime and foam; its bloated body resembled a frog, its head flattened, eyes enormous and bulging, each composed of countless densely packed eyeballs wrapped in a white membrane.

The Blood Sea Devil grunted: "The Devouring Time Vortex Dragon!"

"I never thought proud true dragons would shelter these demonic, evil dragons!"

The old devil growled low: "But do you truly believe your dragon clan can withstand all of us? Ao Bodhisattva Guangfa! You will regret this for the rest of your life!"

The blind elder threw back his head and laughed loudly, his ugly dragon mouth gaping wide as his long tongue licked his eyes: "I've foreseen it—all is auspicious! When we strike, you all perish!"

Seeing Yan Shu's sword light flashed like thunder, instantly piercing before its eyes.

The viscous dragon tongue suddenly coiled around the sword light—and moved even faster!

"Too slow! Too slow… I have sixty thousand eyes, and I've seen every angle of your sword light clearly. Is this really the true transmission of the Shaoqing Sword Sect?"

The blind elder grinned—but soon screamed in agony.

One of his eyes was pierced through by a slash, and thousands of the tiny eyeballs within exploded into pus and blood.

The slash, carrying chilling energy, slowly spread, gradually freezing the surrounding eyeballs.

The Devouring Time Vortex Dragon finally erupted in rage; countless eyeballs crowded together, ejecting the injured, frozen eye, and a smaller eye reopened, its densely packed orbs locking onto Ning Ning Qingchen.

Ning Ning Qingchen clearly saw countless blood-red threads of spiritual emotion descending from the air; she had never seen such threads before, yet she sensed their nature was profoundly strange, tied to fate itself.

These things must not touch her.

Ning Ning Qingchen transformed her Ice Soul Divine Light into a long blade, spinning it to sever every thick, dark red, blood-like thread of emotion falling from heaven and earth.

The Devouring Time Vortex Dragon still could not lock onto Ning Ning Qingchen's destiny star; its tens of thousands of eyes rolled one by one, revealing vast expanses of white sclera, yet still failed to lock onto her fate line.

At that moment, within its previously wounded eye, a sword shadow gradually emerged.

It was Seeing Yan Shu's earlier strike—its sword light, like a plague, spread outward to every eyeball; in an instant, the blade's radiance filled the entire eye.

"Old dragon! These past days, I've been honing the sword within my heart—so long, it nearly snapped!"

"Now let me show you!"

With Seeing Yan Shu's clear shout, every sword light within the eyeballs exploded violently, piercing deep into its right eye; countless sword qi converged and drove straight into its brain.

"Roar!"

The blind old dragon was now truly blind in one eye.

Blood gushed like a river from its enormous, sun-and-moon-sized eye socket, leaving behind a bottomless, gaping wound.

"You…"

Its voice rolled like thunder echoing through caverns: "You all deserve to die!"

"You're the one who deserves to die!"

Lin Lin Mingxiu, hair disheveled, stood within the Blood Sea Devil's chest, massive ribs shielding him like jade railings; lightning surged from his body in streaks, five-colored thunderbolts erupting one after another like colorful silver serpents.

The lightning cleansed the five palaces, slowly awakening the ancient, stagnant temples, gradually restoring them with new power.

At this moment, within the old devil's chest, nearly a hundred disciples from various sects each presided over one palace.

In the Crimson Emperor Palace at the heart, Ling Gong upended his alchemical furnace, pouring countless fiery-red spirit pills—glowing like burning coals—into the crimson divine palace; disciples from the Doushao Palace each raised their spirit pills, their rolling crimson energy blazing upward, forming a towering Crimson Emperor statue, red lotuses blooming, causing the old devil's heart to leap violently.

He instinctively pressed his chest, muttering: "Take it easy—you'll make my heart burst!"

The two Black Emperor Palaces at the kidneys were connected by a divine bridge.

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The two streams of black water converged, and a towering Black Emperor manifested.

Within the Wood, Earth, and Metal Divine Palaces, the statues of the Green, Yellow, and White Emperors appeared one by one; the old devil cried out in ecstasy: "My divine treasury—my divine treasury has returned!"

Xu Xu Daofu's five-colored spiritual aura rotated behind him, condensing the explosive divine power of the five palaces into a concentrated beam; the five lights spun, forming a divine wheel through the great technique of the Five Elements' Escape; nearly a hundred disciples from Dao, Demon, Buddhist, and other sects pushed the wheel together, and the Blood Sea Devil felt an infinite, terrifying power brewing within his chest.

He subtly activated that power; the colossal demonic elephant shattered the void, its two tusks piercing straight through the Devouring Time Vortex Dragon's chest.

Dragon and elephant collided—the elephant's four legs trampled the vortex dragon's short tail, its tusks lifting high, ripping open its belly; its mouth aimed directly at the gaping wound. Lin Lin Mingxiu's eyes burned crimson, his five-colored divine light wheel spinning behind him, lightning reversing and surging into his Jin Dan.

He raised both hands and clenched them tightly.

The Five Elements Thunder, Eight Trigrams Thunder, Yin-Yang Thunder, Execution Thunder, and Magnetic Thunder fused into one under the spinning wheel, forming a thunderbolt adorned with the Eight Trigrams—a razor-sharp lightning blade.

Great technique: Mastery of the Five Thunders…

Eight Trigrams Execution Thunder!

Exploding violently from the demonic elephant's mouth, the thunder converged into a pillar, blasting into the vortex dragon's exposed chest…

The terrifying lightning instantly vaporized its internal organs, piercing through its spine; the elephant's thunderous breath surged upward, splitting the giant frog-like vortex dragon completely open; the Eight Trigrams on the lightning spun, shifting from life to death, sealing its fate.

"Corpse Liberation!"

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The Great Technique of the Turning Stars!

The Big Dipper Marks Death!

Among the seven bright and two hidden stars of the Big Dipper, Zuo Fu and You Bi ignited first, followed by Tian Shu, Tian Xiao Xie Xuan, Tian Ji… from the ladle to the handle.

When Yao Guang Star lit up, all the fate stars previously locked by the Turning Stars technique—the dimmed stars—would fall, stripping their owners of life.

No one had expected that the most mysterious blind elder dragon of the dragon clan had cultivated the Top Five of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Great Techniques: the Turning Stars Technique, and had also mastered fate itself, sacrificing his Corpse Liberation Immortal realm to annihilate them all.

Seeing Yan Shu's sword light slashed through countless eyes, yet finally hesitated—his destiny star was drained of its light and dimmed.

In an empty void, a blade-like starlight gradually coalesced, slicing toward his fate.

But Seeing Yan Shu had no time to respond—he shattered the void with his sword light, the thunderous sword qi instantly crossing space to reach the ancient dragon city, slashing at a dragon that had raised the city to crush Zhu Master Zhutanmo.

Ning Ning Qingchen's blade also pierced into the dragon city; amid countless ancient stone gates, her blade flashed like a ribbon, darting, turning, and slashing one strike after another at the gathered dragons.

Ultimately, under the crushing pressure of the dragon city's aura, a strand of blood-red emotional thread still descended, dimming her destiny star slightly.

But Lin Lin Mingxiu's Eight Trigrams Execution Thunder was faster—the rotating Eight Trigrams thunder constantly spun around the blind elder; as the Eight Gates shifted—Sheng, Du, Shang, Xiu, Jing, Jing…

When the Eight Gates turned to the Death Gate, even a true immortal would be obliterated by the Eight Trigrams Execution Thunder!

As the Big Dipper's fate reached Kai Yang Star, the Eight Trigrams Execution Thunder had already turned to the Death Gate; the blind elder screamed in terror, withdrawing the starlight above his head and fleeing his soul into the ancient dragon city.

The Eight Trigrams Execution Thunder struck; a terrifying roar erupted from the ancient dragon city.

Stones rained down, petrification faded, the dragon city awakened, radiating glorious divine light that directly resisted the Eight Trigrams Execution Thunder.

But the thunder, having turned all Eight Gates, had already seized an inexplicable killing intent from heaven and earth, shattering the divine light and descending toward the blind dragon.

At that moment, he tore out one of his own soul's ten-thousand-eyed orbs and slammed it onto the head of a nearby Yin Spirit old dragon; the falling Eight Trigrams thunder was thus diverted slightly by fate, killing that old dragon's soul, reducing it to dust.

"Worthless!" the Long Wang roared in fury, clasping his primordial dragon pearl in both hands and slapping Zhu Master Zhutanmo into the void.

His massive, scaled claw, wreathed in swirling clouds, slammed down on the old monk; golden light flashed across his golden body.

Zhu Master Zhutanmo spat out a mouthful of golden blood; cracks spiderwebbed across the surrounding void, crackling like shattering glass; countless visions flickered past his body.

The next instant, the old monk's body crashed into the stone wall, smashing a massive crater into the bronze-pillar-supported underground palace wall.

The Blood Sea Devil shrieked: "Bodhisattva, even you can't handle this?!"

"Old monk… pfft!" Zhu Master Zhutanmo spat another mouthful of golden blood, gasping: "My three senses are sealed—I've lost nine-tenths of my powers… I simply cannot match this Yuan Shen Zhenxian Long Wang!"

"Old monk, step back!" Seeing Yan Shu's sword light landed before him: "Let us handle it!"

Zhu Master Zhutanmo, his hands drenched in his own golden blood, formed the Lion Seal and pressed it onto the black mountain atop the Demon Elephant.

He sat cross-legged upon the black mountain, ignoring the golden blood still flowing from his nose and mouth, reciting sutras.

Within the Demon Elephant's body, the Guanghan Palace female disciples, empowered by over a dozen Taiyin treasures, transformed their Ice Soul Divine Light into a divine blade; clad in white robes, the blade stood beside Seeing Yan Shu like ice forged from heaven.

At this moment, excluding Seeing Yan Shu and Ning Ning Qingchen, everyone had merged with the demonic elephant's body, facing the terrifyingly powerful Yuan Shen Zhenxian Long Wang.

At the ancient dragon city, at least three Yang Shen old dragons, alongside more than ten dragon clan members, were jointly activating this divine treasure.

Four or five true dragon corpses lay sprawled within the city—recent work by Ning Ning Qingchen's assault.

Long Wang Ao Bodhisattva Guangfa's gaze was as icy as frozen steel; he hadn't expected that a group of mere disciples below Yuan Shen Zhenxian could be so troublesome. His eyes lingered on Ning Ning Qingchen for a moment: "You are the current Guanghan Immortal?"

He turned to Seeing Yan Shu: "And you—are you the current Shaoqing Wanderer?"

"And you… no wonder you're true heirs of the great sects. I truly underestimated you!"

"If you escape, given your status, the Immortal Isles, the Central Land's Yuan Shi Dao, and the Tai Shang Dao will all demand accountability from me! Even if my dragon clan dominates the Hong Hong Sihai and fears none, once you grow stronger, you'll produce at least several Yuan Shen Zhenxian True Immortals—then I'll never know peace again!"

His tone dripped with lethal intent—he never imagined that the mere upstarts he'd casually dismissed, following his Yuan Shen Zhenxian arrogance, would prove so formidable!

It's surprisingly difficult to deal with him!

Seeing Yan Shu, Ning Ning Qingchen, and the Old Devil, along with Ling Gong, Lin Lin Mingxiu, and others within his chest, all felt a chill in their hearts, knowing they were about to face true terror.

Seeing Yan Shu and Ning Ning Qingchen exchanged a glance; sword and knife light flared again, but the Old Devil let out a long laugh: "Step aside—you two can't handle a Primordial Spirit Immortal!"

"Old Dragon! I've become a demon…"

The Old Devil roared, opening the Ten Directions Hell within his chest; the Elephant and Dragon extended their trunks, snatching up the iron totem pole, the Ten Directions Hell reinforcing it—so heavy it surpassed the Pure Yang tier. Five qi surged within his chest, immense strength flooding his limbs and bones, roots digging deep into the earth, grounding him with unshakable foundation.

The mighty elephant body slammed into the Long Wang, forcing the Long Wang to reveal his true dragon form.

The thousand-zhang coiled dragon body rose with rolling clouds, yet was pounded down, rod by rod, by the iron pole as thick as a celestial pillar.

With his twin hammers, he could barely guard his chest; his dragon claws cracked open, blood gushing beneath the scales.

The elephant's overwhelming force crushed the true dragon; the black mountain upon its back, blessed by Buddhist power, transformed into a spiritual mountain, while the hell beneath was illuminated by the Ten Directions' Liuli light.

The Old Devil glanced up at his own back, recalled they were now in the same boat, and swallowed his anger.

Blessed by Buddhist power, every movement of the demonic elephant was accompanied by the Five Directions' Jiedi; the temporary Ten Directions Hell within his chest stabilized. The colossal elephant stood upright on its hind legs, pulled out its tusks like twin divine blades, slashing wildly forward, while its trunk swung the totem pole, striking the Long Wang on the ground again and again.

The twin hammers clashed, unleashing boundless True Dragon Muddy Thunder, reinforcing the hammers to deflect the twin blades.

But the colossal totem pole, as large as a mountain, came crashing down; the hammers raised to guard his chest were smashed aside, the pole striking the Long Wang's heart directly—so hard it nearly blasted his eyes out.

The section of his dragon body struck by the hammers was flattened, nearly smeared onto the ground.

Yet the dragon pearl he spat out slammed hard into the demonic elephant's head; the Old Devil felt the world spin, staggering back two steps involuntarily.

On the other side, the dragon horde activated the divine city; countless dragon shadows revived. The ancient city radiated divine light, as if ten thousand dragons coiled within—just a sliver of its divine might descending upon the two, forcing Seeing Yan Shu and Ning Ning Qingchen to retreat in haste. Where the divine light fell, all was erased—even the unyielding strata were pierced, the violent tremors shaking the entire underground palace to its foundations.

From among the revived spiritual treasures, a hint of Dao Fruit's power stirred.

The ancient dragons opened their eyes, circling above the Longcheng; Zhu Master Zhutanmo's face darkened: "A Dao Fruit-tier spiritual treasure—even if incomplete—"

One dragon shadow swept its tail, knocking Seeing Yan Shu out of his sword flight; Ning Ning Qingchen's knife light slashed down, carving a chasm before the descending dragon shadows—this was the blade of heavenly will, temporarily severing their spiritual connection, freezing their sentience for several instants.

"Retreat into the Old Devil's divine palace within his chest!"

Zhu Master Zhutanmo cried urgently.

Seeing Yan Shu still protested: "But if this treasure gains a Primordial Spirit to command it—"

Ning Ning Qingchen paid no heed; knife light wrapped around Seeing Yan Shu, dragging him into the crimson lotus palace at the demonic elephant's heart.

The Old Devil, now transformed into the demonic elephant and bolstered by countless forces, had just finished hammering the Long Wang, triumphant—when he saw the Long Wang retreat into the ancient Longcheng.

Instantly, his elephant face stiffened, a flicker of hesitation appearing.

He stared at the Long Wang's blazing eyes, golden with murderous intent, stammering: "That… that was all a misunderstanding, Old Dragon…"

The Long Wang only sneered, raising the ancient Longcheng with his Primordial Spirit's magic power.

The era when ancient dragons ruled the Hong Hong Sihai seemed to slowly return; within the city, countless statues—formed from the bones of true dragons, some even beyond Primordial Spirit tier—rose from walls and pavilions, emitting a chorus of dragon roars.

The sonic waves shook the entire underground palace, even the roots of the Immortal Tree trembling, reaching upward to Western Kunlun Xu.

The demonic elephant was struck head-on by the waves; its mighty Immortal Demon body nearly split open.

The might of the dragon horde left even the Asura warriors imprisoned in hell dazed and unconscious, each collapsing into oblivion.

The Old Devil, filled with dread, cried out: "The dragon clan's reserves are too terrifying! The ancient Longcheng is surely among the most powerful spiritual treasures in the Heavenly Realm! If you have any spiritual treasures, use them now—or I'm getting out of here!"

Upon the black mountain, the golden bowl was raised, transforming the Ten Directions into Buddhist land.

A Moonlight Bodhisattva sat upon the black mountain, face radiating compassion…