The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 164 Kill the True Dragon First, Then Behead the Yin Lord (Part )
Thousands of silver threads float down from the sky, and clouds hang on the gauze windows like dense weaves.

In an instant, the real dragon that had escaped thousands of miles away was entangled by thousands of dust threads that arrived first from behind.

Xuanming exerted his strength and gently pulled the whisk, and the real dragon flew back like a puppet.

Looking at the loach tightly wrapped in silver threads, an undisguised smile appeared on his face.

"Old Xuanming, please let me go."

The real dragon was furious while displaying his magical powers, sometimes shrinking, sometimes expanding, sometimes turning into water, sometimes turning into light, sometimes being wrapped in thunder, and sometimes condensing into ice.

But no matter how he struggled, he could not get rid of the whisk, nor break free from the restraints. The more this happened, the more flustered the real dragon became.

This means that old man Xuanming has the strength to easily crush him, and even the strength to take his life. Under the threat of death, the real dragon is unwilling to sit and wait for death, so he offers himself to be killed.

When one person succeeds, all his family members will benefit. The same applies to objects. Although the whisk is only a spiritual tool, Xuanming has added principles and laws to it. Its power is no less than that of magic weapons. Even if a real dragon tries its best, it will not be able to escape.

In order to avoid any further complications, Xuan Ming did not waste any time. After just a few breaths of admiration, he raised his hand and thunder appeared on his palm, ready to kill the real dragon. Only a dead dragon could make him feel at ease.

The five thunders are brewing, the laws are surging, and they are heading straight for the true dragon's reverse scale. This is a taboo for the dragon species and also its lifeline.

As the breath of death approached, the true dragon's eyes widened and it struggled like a long worm, trying to avoid and escape.

But the next moment, his magic power was restrained, and he was completely powerless in the face of the five thunders. He had no idea what to do, and he had no way to avoid it. He could only watch the thunder strike him.

At the critical moment of life and death, a yellowish-brown glow suddenly burst out from the real dragon's body, and thousands of silver threads retreated like the tide.

With a cold snort, Xuanming's eyes turned cold, the five thunders in his left palm became stronger, and he put away the whisk in his right hand. His fingertips shone with light, and the black and white lights intertwined to form a Tai Chi diagram, which fell on the real dragon and wrestled with the ochre glow.

Being pulled to the limit by two forces, the real dragon screamed miserably in pain that was like being tortured to death. Its eyes were bloodshot and almost popped out.

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Feeling that the ochre-yellow glow was actually getting stronger, Xuanming let out a light exclamation, realizing that things were far more complicated than he had imagined. It was most likely that a great cultivator from the Taiping Sect wanted to protect this evil creature.

Thinking about the specialness of Canglong Mountain, the reason why the white dragon transformed into a real dragon, and the arrangement of the four counties by the Taiping Sect, his mind raced, and he confirmed his long-standing guess:

The Taiping Sect wants to break the Dragon Suppression Formation, collect the soul of the Blue Dragon, emulate the Great Xuan Ancestor, gather the dragon's luck, and complete the task of changing the world.

The real dragon is an important part of it.

Although it was just a guess, the more Xuanming thought about it, the more he didn't want the real dragon to live. He had a serious expression and said in a deep voice: "Evil creature, no matter who is behind you, I can't let you go. I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew its flesh, so that you can't turn back in the morning and hide at night."

Opening the Dao Domain and blessing it with the laws, Xuan Ming tried his best. The Tai Chi diagram extended outward, gradually suppressing the ochre glow, as if a big mouth slowly wrapped around this ferocious dragon.

It had just swallowed half of it when it suddenly stopped. The ochre-yellow light suddenly exerted force and turned into a sharp blade, cutting the real dragon in half. The real dragon screamed and fainted, and blood rained over the long river.

The ochre-yellow light wrapped around the upper body of the real dragon, broke through the air and flew away, covering tens of thousands of miles and disappearing in the blink of an eye. Xuan Ming could not catch up with it and realized that the cultivation level of the master of the ochre-yellow light should be higher than his own.

Although he felt regretful, he felt somewhat relieved when he saw half of the dragon's body. At least he did not gain nothing. The real dragon had suffered an unprecedented heavy blow. Even if it had the support of the Taiping Sect and received a large amount of natural treasures for recuperation, it would not be able to recover without a hundred years.

Standing in the void, gazing at the silver-armored generals below who were trying their best to control the flood and save people, Xuanming gathered his thoughts, and a Tai Chi diagram slowly unfolded under his feet, instantly covering the sky and the earth. With a light stomp of his foot, the Tai Chi diagram pressed downward, and the raging flood flowed back and returned to the river channel, and the collapsed embankment was reshaped and reinforced.

Two divine bodies appeared behind Xuanming: The Nine-Headed Yuansheng carried the body of Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun on his back, and the nine heads roared together, shaking the sky above and the underworld below. The souls of the dead who died tragically heard the sound and moved towards the body of Jiuku Tianzun, and were taken into the pure bottle. The pure bottle was like a bottomless pit that accepted all the dead souls, and tens of thousands of ghosts were taken into it.

Raising his hand and waving the willow branches, spreading nectar, the Dharmakaya of Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun purifies resentment, eliminates bad air, and dispels epidemic air, preventing a great epidemic after a great disaster. The living creatures that have suffered from the unexpected disaster are bathed in the sweet rain, which grows warmth in their bodies, expels cold air, and makes them healthy.

The Dharma body of Emperor Gou Chen opened his eyes, and thunder roared as his pupils opened and closed. The demons that had been fleeing since the real dragon was tied up and had not been entangled by human cultivators suffered. Those with deep karma were directly turned into charcoal, while those with shallow karma escaped.

After the storm subsided, Xuanming put away his Dharma body and waved his sleeves to take away the tit demon Hongdou who was hiding nearby. She was very smart and always kept the instructions in mind, not conflicting or reckless, and not having too much karma on her body, so she was able to turn danger into safety. Now that the real dragon has been crippled and expelled from Canglong Mountain, it is time for her to retire and step forward in front of people.

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"My name is Chao Zilong, thank you for rescuing me, Master."

The silver-armored general stepped forward and saluted.

Nodding in return, Xuanming said: "General, you are too polite. The real dragon is unkind and has committed many evil deeds. It is my duty to eliminate evil for the people."

After a brief chat, both of them had things to do, so Xuanming took the lead to say goodbye, turning into a sword of light and flying away.

He saluted the figure again, turned around and landed on Chao Zilong's ground, organized the soldiers, and helped the people rebuild their homes as soon as possible.

He would only occasionally look up in the direction where Xuanming was going away, with admiration and confusion on his face. He wondered how Master Xuanming had practiced to be able to crush those of the same level so easily?

He was also considered a prodigy of the Divine Dynasty, famous both inside and outside the country, with extraordinary talent. He had achieved success in his practice and attained the state of spiritual training at the age of only a hundred. However, compared with True Lord Xuanming, he pales in comparison, just like the moss flower is eclipsed by the peony.

This couldn't help but make him curious about Master Xuanming.

Xuanming had no idea what Chao Zilong was feeling. Speed was of the essence in war. The real dragon had escaped, and the subsequent affairs in Shuiyang County would be handled by others. He rushed all the way to Huoyang County at lightning speed.

Kill the real dragon first, then kill the Yin Lord!

This was a plan Xuanming had thought of early on.

Since he had fought with them before and was familiar with their methods, and also because they had a deep grudge against each other, he felt relieved only after dealing with them first.

Xuanming felt regretful for not being able to kill the real dragon completely, and he was determined to kill the Lord of the Underworld no matter what.

This thief is even more evil than a real dragon!
On a nameless barren mountain, a young man in gorgeous clothes stood on the top of the mountain, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes gazing into the distance at the sky.

After a while, there was a sound of breaking air, and an ochre-yellow glow came from far away. Then the light faded, revealing a real dragon that was unconscious and weak. A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in the young man's eyes. If the distance was not too far, his strength was weakened, and he was out of reach, how could he have cut off his own arm and only got half a dragon's body?

After all, he was a great cultivator of spiritual cultivation, and he had wanted to maximize the value of this dragon, to contain the Great Xuan court while intercepting its fortune, to make his strength even higher and his dragon body even more powerful. Unexpectedly, Xuan Ming showed up halfway, and his efforts were almost wasted.

Thinking of the culprit who caused the current situation, the young man in brocade robe looked cold, took off the brocade bag on his waist, put away the real dragon, and felt a beam of light approaching quickly. He gritted his teeth and said, "It really is a ghost that is still lingering!"

If the people behind him had not been chasing him relentlessly, how could he have been so busy taking care of other things, causing the Taiping Sect's plan to be delayed until now?

Thinking of this, he secretly resentfully mobilized his magic power, performed the earth escape technique, and split into three, each flying in three different directions. The sky escape light also split into three, chasing after him relentlessly.

(End of this chapter)