Chapter 472: Wind and Thunder Drumming, Yin and Yang Thinning

Within the field of vision, everything was suddenly scarlet blood threads, dazzlingly bright, making it seem as if one could not open one's eyes.

Facing this aggressive strike, Chen Hang did not dodge or move. He raised his hand and pointed, moving his vast magic power, and these thousands of blood threads were all shaken away, dispersing their momentum of encirclement.

Taking advantage of this gap, the Five Qi Qiankun Circle artifact leaped out from his purple palace between his eyebrows. With a flash of auspicious light and clouds, Ge Ji's figure, still ignorant and at a loss, suddenly appeared on a desolate mountain in the distance.

After doing this, Chen Hang summoned the Five Qi Qiankun Circle back and guided it with his intent. The five-colored smoke and clouds around his body rolled like piled earth and stone, just in time to steadily block the blood threads that were shooting over again.

These blood threads looked like they were only the thickness of an index finger, but they weighed more than ten thousand jin, were very heavy, and could erode precious light. If a talisman artifact were brushed by them, eight or nine out of ten would have their restrictions destroyed and could no longer be used.

For a time, the sky was full of sizzling sounds, like oil boiling in water, making one's scalp tingle.

The five-colored smoke and clouds were stripped away layer by layer by the blood threads, and in the blink of an eye, they were generated again layer by layer. The two sides seemed to be wrestling, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

Seeing that this had fallen into a bitter entanglement, and that fighting like this was essentially just comparing the magic power of both sides, Lu Rong was not panicked in the slightest. He did not withdraw in time because Chen Hang's elixir grade was higher than his, avoiding using his own weaknesses to meet the other's strengths.

A first-grade Jin Dan is indeed of a high grade, the most wonderful one among the nine grades of Golden Cores.

If a cultivator can obtain this elixir grade, it is generally considered that half of their body has stepped onto a smooth path to heaven.

But those who can achieve the Dao in this world are definitely not determined solely by the level of their elixir grade or Dharma image.

Otherwise, the various True Persons of the Eight Sects and Six Schools would not need to work hard and finally decide the champion of the Elixir Yuan Assembly through fighting.

The founding masters of the various sects would only need to order those who have proven their first-grade Jin Dan to compete with each other; wouldn't that be more convenient?

All those who can prove a high-grade Jin Dan, not to mention the second grade, even the third grade, are all people with extraordinary roots and deep foundations, and cannot be underestimated!

Back then, because the Zhanran Xu Jing Qi was slightly lacking in heat during the elixir pointing, he was helplessly only able to form a second-grade elixir. Although Lu Rong also secretly sighed and shook his head, he finally smiled and let it go, not thinking too much about it.

The Heavenly Dao has ten thousand ends, and it is up to man to act—

The story of Yan Xi achieving the Dao with various inferior qualities has long been well-known to cultivators in the Nine Provinces and Four Seas.

And Lu Rong also knew that the current Daoist Lord Chang Xi, who rules the Blood River Sect, had actually suppressed the first-grade Jin Dan Li Jie of the Northern Pole Garden back then with a fourth-grade Jin Dan body at the Elixir Yuan Assembly several eras ago, shocking the world!

And now Daoist Lord Chang Xi has long enjoyed longevity, his morality is dense, while Li Jie of the Northern Pole Garden, who also had a good reputation, died early under the calamity and miserably turned to ashes.

With such great achievements of the sect's ancestors before him, coupled with Lu Rong's own temperament, he naturally would not slacken his ambition due to a temporary setback.

And during his travels in the universe, because he had seen various immortal and Buddha worlds and competed with the proud sons of heaven of various sects.

After several narrow escapes from death, Lu Rong had polished his own Daoist methods to perfection, using them as he wished, and had reached another level of heaven and earth.

Especially two years ago, when he had a dispute with Ruan Youchong of the Shayu Heavenly Palace, Lu Rong almost exhausted this divine Dao true talisman of Ruan Youchong with his own strength. If Ruan Youchong hadn't finally taken out the protective treasure bestowed by his sect elders, Lu Rong would have truly taken his head.

With such brilliant battle results, even facing Chen Hang, a first-grade Jin Dan, Lu Rong did not show any vigilance or caution, but instead felt happy to see a hunter.

Today, he would use Chen Hang's hand to measure the true weight of that Yuan Shi of the Six Schools!

When the blood threads collided and ground against the five-colored smoke and clouds, two quarters of an hour passed quietly without knowing it.

Seeing that Chen Hang's breath was not chaotic in the slightest, Lu Rong nodded, his expression becoming even more solemn.

This confrontation was not only a measure of each other's magic power foundation, but also an investigation of the other's control over the situation, which was extremely testing of the sharpness of divine sense and the operation of breath.

This was like two giant waves colliding head-on. If one side's momentum was fierce, it would naturally be the east wind overpowering the west wind, and if the force was slightly inferior, it would inevitably be overwhelmed.

In Lu Rong's estimation, if Chen Heng were to use a forceful method to destroy the silk threads he had released, it would play right into his hands. He could then recite a mantra to summon the technique again, using guerrilla tactics to harass him incessantly, and through this, he would have the means to slowly probe Chen Heng's foundation and map out his Qi circulation pathways.

Once he knew the stagnant points of Chen Hang's breath, he would seize the fleeting moment when he was unprepared and press all his means onto him, seeking to settle the matter with one hammer!

And if Chen Hang sought stability and did not want to be too sharp at the beginning.

Then Lu Rong could naturally seize this retreat of Chen Hang and firmly occupy the upper hand.

The blood threads emitted by Lu Rong were called "Shixiang Xiankong Blood Net," created by a great True Lord of the Blood River Sect named He Shixiang.

This divine ability not only had amazing power, but also had a wonderful point, which was that the crowd of blood threads could secretly gestate "Nitong Thunder" in the void that ordinary people could hardly sense while constantly piercing the sky and void.

A "Nitong Thunder" might not be a trouble for a Jin Dan True Person, and it couldn't even break through the protective magic power.

But if hundreds or thousands of them exploded together, even Lu Rong, the caster, would have to be careful and could not rashly carry it with his flesh!

In Lu Rong's expectation, as long as Chen Hang retreated, he would inevitably touch these "Nitong Thunders" that were already all over the sky. At that time, he could lead him into the dense area of Yin thunder, and make Chen Hang suffer a loss, making it difficult for him to easily turn the situation around.

Unexpectedly, Chen Hang was neither slow nor fast when dealing with his attack.

He was neither in a hurry to break the blood threads to let him see more of his details, nor did he avoid the edge and hit the "Nitong Thunder" he had carefully arranged.

Chen Hang was just slowly wrestling with Lu Rong using the Five Qi Qiankun Circle.

Lu Rong added a point of strength, and he followed suit; Lu Rong reduced a point of strength, and he did the same.

This posture of standing still and adapting to circumstances made Lu Rong frown slightly, feeling that his calculations might fall into a void.

If it continued like this, it would really become a pure competition of magic power.

Although Chen Hang's elixir grade was higher, he had already reached the extreme in the Jin Dan realm, and he thought that he would definitely not lose in comparing magic power.

But with Lu Rong's cold and arrogant temperament, he disdained to take advantage of this realm.

He took out a three-gathered seven-colored sheep-horn lamp from his sleeve and sacrificed it. The thick smoke and clouds around Chen Hang were missing a large piece out of thin air, as if bitten hard by something, and many blood threads immediately took advantage of the gap and swarmed over.

Chen Hang shook his large sleeve and supported the Five Qi Qiankun Circle again, forcing away many blood threads. Almost at the same time, a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart, and he subconsciously dodged sideways.

The next instant, the Five Qi Qiankun Circle shook violently for some reason, and the layers of protective smoke light it released suddenly collapsed by more than half.

And where Chen Hang was standing, a black light flashed rapidly, blasting a hole through the mountain peak not far away!

Taking the initiative to break this stalemate was not in line with Lu Rong's original intention, but since he had already made a move, there was no reason to drag it out any longer.

His eyes became sharp, and he sacrificed the three-gathered seven-colored sheep-horn lamp again. At the same time, the thousands of blood threads in the sky seemed to have gained some kind of added strength, their number increasing in an instant, becoming even more fierce, like dragons and snakes coming out of their nests!

After a while, when the Five Qi Qiankun Circle was finally tottering and the protective precious light was also bitten and shaken several times, Chen Hang finally seized the opportunity and forced a strange creature to reveal its original form with sword energy.

That was a type of demon spirit with sharp horns on its head, shaped like a giant locust. Its lips opened and closed, and its mouth full of sharp teeth looked like sword halberds, which was very overwhelming.

Since Lu Rong released these demons from the sheep-horn lamp, the situation began to be different. With the joint efforts of the six demons, even the Five Qi Qiankun Circle did not completely block their biting for a while.

Chen Hang glanced at this demon spirit, and with a movement of sword light, he cut it into a ball of turbid energy and dissipated it.

In the previous confrontation, although these creatures were formless and shadowless when flying, making them difficult to grasp, Chen Hang could not fail to recognize them when he focused his eyes.

The reason why he let these creatures attack was just to wait for them to gather in one place before eliminating them all at once.

At this time, seeing his demon spirits suddenly slashed and shattered, and the remaining ones also suddenly surrounded by sword light, making it difficult to break out,

Lu Rong also understood Chen Hang's intention, frowned slightly, and without hesitation, exploded those "Nitong Thunders" buried deep in the void all around.

Previously, he had been holding back from doing this, just wanting to lead Chen Hang to the place where the Nitong Thunder was densest, which was his carefully laid killing move. Now the situation was different; if he didn't make a move, he was afraid that all six demon spirits would be ruthlessly removed by Chen Hang.

Even if it wasn't as he had imagined, he couldn't care less!

With a "Boom," the infinite blood thunder in the sky roared violently, the mountains collapsed and the earth moved, trees were uprooted and sand flew, and several towering mountain peaks suddenly burst into two, miserably collapsing, the echoes lingering endlessly!

In a flash of bright blood light, Lu Rong was unwilling to give up. He held his five fingers in a void, chanted a spell, and a blood pill the size of a pigeon egg condensed rapidly, immediately causing the Yin wind to howl and the earth to frost!

However, although his reaction was not slow, someone else's movements were faster.

Almost at the same time as the infinite "Nitong Thunder" exploded, Lu Rong felt a tightness in his heart for no reason. His remaining demon spirits were suddenly slashed and destroyed together, and that three-gathered seven-colored sheep-horn lamp felt its spiritual light dim.

At the same time, a majestic divine man tore through the dim smoke barrier, draped in jade light, standing in the sky.

Behind his head was a wheel of clear and flawless light. In the place where the rolling blood thunder was raging, he just formed a Dharma seal and pressed his palm toward himself!

"Taisu Jade Body, Five Old Heavenly Official Handprint, is it..."

Lu Rong's thought flashed, and he decisively sacrificed the blood pill, meeting the huge hand fiercely.

The five-colored hand could easily move the mountain roots and earth veins, and with a stretch of its fingers, it could cover the wind and clouds. Compared with it, the blood pill was clearly no more than the size of a mosquito or fly.

But when the two collided, they collapsed together, as if they were evenly matched.

At this time, Chen Hang moved the Dharma formula again, and the five-colored hand in the air condensed again. With a scoop to the left and right, it used force to knead the blood threads that were attacking again into powder.

The next instant, following Chen Hang's shout, his whole body's magic power surged, and the hand grew again in the wind, grabbing toward Lu Rong!

Facing such a vast strike, this time Lu Rong did not sacrifice the blood pill, but bit the tip of his tongue and used another Blood River Sect divine ability with the help of his essence blood.

With the blood mist curling, an extra layer of slippery blood skin appeared on Lu Rong's body, like armor, firmly attached to him, covering even his head and face tightly.

When the five-colored hand hit, although Lu Rong was fixed and could not move, after being beaten into a thin layer, he just shook his body in the ruins and changed back to his original appearance.

Except for the fact that the luster of that layer of blood skin was a bit dim, there was no much damage.

Chen Hang used his flying sword to slash, but the sword energy was also bounced away by the blood skin, not entering the flesh deeply.

It was not until he urged the Purple Clear Divine Thunder to attack with such Yang-fierce divine ability that he finally broke the layer of slippery blood skin on Lu Rong, revealing his true face.

"He does have means. Compared with fools like Ying Han and Tao Shangtong, this person has lived in vain for many years of cultivation."

Lu Rong dodged the sharp sword light that was chasing him, his eyes sank, and he thought to himself.

Such a fierce offensive was more urgent than he had thought. If this was the case, his previous plan for guerrilla fighting would be difficult to realize.

As the strongest Jin Dan True Person in the Blood River Sect, Lu Rong had read through various sect classics and learned several great Dharma methods.

But if you ask what he practiced most thoroughly, it was still that Zaiyuan Zhaozhen Dharma Eye.

This Dharma eye can observe the secrets of the dry phenomena above and penetrate the void and darkness below. It is one of the supreme divine abilities that serves as the foundation of the Blood River Sect, and its reputation is resounding!

With Lu Rong's current cultivation, although it is difficult to fully grasp its wonders and achieve all of the above.

But if he used the Zaiyuan Zhaozhen Dharma Eye to measure Chen Hang's divine ability means, he could naturally find one or two weak points in the operation of breath that Lu Rong thought, and then launch a thunderous offensive. This was also Lu Rong's previous plan.

But in the current situation, let alone leisurely guerrilla fighting, I am afraid that the moment he fully opened the Zaiyuan Zhaozhen Dharma Eye, Chen Hang would have divine abilities following one after another, catching him off guard.

"Since that's the case, let's have a head-on fight!"

Lu Rong exhaled a long breath, his thoughts determined.

At this time, Lu Rong looked and saw a ball of red fire flying over, illuminating the mountains, like a high-held red sun, carrying a fierce and masculine momentum, wanting to suppress himself underneath!

As soon as this fire appeared, Lu Rong instinctively felt a sense of disgust, his brows frowned, as if it were naturally at odds with him.

"Nanming Li Fire!"

Lu Rong sneered, not dodging or avoiding, and a ball of ghost fire suddenly emerged from between his brows, also striking into the air!

The earth cracked and the mountains collapsed, and fire and smoke rose everywhere.

Half an hour later, on a half-collapsed small mountain top, the mud suddenly turned, and then an arm suddenly protruded. After a few breaths, Ge Ji, with a pale face, climbed out of the pile of rubble with difficulty, his expression terrified.

"Yuchen, Blood River... these two are actually Immortal Dao cultivators from the Eight Sects and Six Schools of Xudu Heaven? But with such momentum, is this really something a Jin Dan True Person can create?"

Ge Ji spat a few times, spitting out the sand and dust he had accidentally eaten.

He then looked at the miserable scene where the trees were broken and the mountain peaks collapsed, stunned for a moment, and a chill grew on his back.

Clearly, he had been sent to a distant place by Chen Hang from the beginning, and Ge Ji was also sensible. He quickly ran out himself and didn't dare to watch the excitement too much.

But as the fight between Chen Hang and Lu Rong became more intense, Ge Ji was still accidentally involved in the aftermath.

Like just now, if Chen Hang hadn't made a move from afar to protect him, he would not only have been buried in the pile of stones, but would have directly become a pool of rotten meat.

Since Chen Hang easily beheaded Feng Lian and that group of guests and generals, Ge Ji had always been in awe of him, feeling that Chen Hang's divine abilities were truly unfathomable and he must be from a high-gate sect.

But after witnessing Chen Hang's fight today, Ge Ji knew that he had still underestimated this person.

If Chen Hang had been willing that day, he only needed to release his flying sword, and I am afraid that Feng Lian and his group of demon cultivators wouldn't even have seen his figure. Before they were ignorant, the six-yang heads on their necks would have become rolling gourds!

Just as Ge Ji was in a trance, another thunderous explosion sounded in the sky, and fire thunder surged up, several of which were smashing toward the top of his head.

Ge Ji was just about to make a move when a blurry smoke light swept over, blocking those fire thunders in the air.

At this time, he felt a tightness in the wind behind his head and hurriedly turned his head to look, seeing a child wearing a five-colored bellyband, with a wide face and a fat body, standing with his hands behind his back, looking old-fashioned.

"On the orders of the Master, I am here to protect your life. It's not that I'm saying..."

The Five Qi Qiankun Circle glanced at Ge Ji and curled its lips:

"You kid are really unlucky. You ran so far, and you were still almost shaken to death by the aftermath. What kind of luck is that?"

Ge Ji smiled awkwardly upon hearing this. Although he had ten thousand doubts in his heart, he still hurriedly asked about the important matter:

"The Senior and that True Person from the Blood River Sect won't be fighting to the death, will they? Forgive me for speaking bluntly, this place is ultimately within the Demon Kingdom. If they really fight to the death, I fear, I fear..."

Although Ge Ji's words were hesitant at the end, the Five Qi Qiankun Circle still understood his meaning, shook its head, and said:

"It's not a deep hatred, so why would they fight to the death? Just wait, I think this situation should be almost over."

Just as the voice fell, a turbid demonic light rose like lightning, rotating like a screen, as large as a mountain. In the air, there were faint groups of demons kneeling and chanting spells, some crying and some laughing, eerie and terrifying!

The moment this demonic light appeared, even the Five Qi Qiankun Circle was confused, slightly opening its hands, wanting to kneel and cry and laugh with the demons, let alone Ge Ji, whose cultivation was weak.

Soon, another sharp sword intent suddenly appeared, slashing straight up!

That eerie death intent that pierced people's souls made the Five Qi Qiankun Circle jump, and it blurted out:

"Big Dipper Notes Death?!"

The demonic light and sword energy collided in an instant. Ge Ji had just struggled out of the trance, and his mind went blank again.

I don't know how long it took. When he shook his head and regained his spirit, his back was already soaked with sweat.

After a sound, two figures appeared in the cloud sky.

Chen Hang glanced at the cluster of blood light climbing on his sleeve, looked at Lu Rong and smiled, saying:

"If we fight any longer, it will be difficult for us to hold back. True Person Lu has good means."

Lu Rong was silent for a moment upon hearing this. He looked at the raging flames climbing up his left arm, shook his head, and said:

"Although I also have trump cards not yet revealed, if we fight any longer, I, Lu Rong, may not necessarily win. No wonder Yuan Shi would regard you as a future human calamity. You are truly powerful."

He shook his shoulder, and a layer of jade-like white human skin fell lightly. The Nanming Li Fire was firmly stuck to the skin and could not be detached, falling down together.

"I am not a person who cannot afford to lose. True Person Chen, this round today, you win."

Lu Rong put away some of the arrogance he usually had on his face, nodded at Chen Hang, and said frankly. ===== CHAPTER 473 =====