Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 320 Fugue
Heaven's punishment, in the cave.

Xu Xuan's life was trembling. At this moment, he seemed to be pregnant. He was completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world. He could not even hear Tiantuo's voice anymore. His soul seemed to have left his body and arrived in another world.

All kinds of incredible scenes flashed by, immersing his mind in them.

In the vast sea of thunder, an ancient god with a red face and dragon body leaped up, his belly bulging with thunder, splashing thunder lava all over the sky. He was the smallest drop among them and was swallowed by a green dragon.

At the top of Lei Ze, there are three thunder drums hanging, which are divided into brilliant purple, dark black and silver white. They sound in turn, and heavy thunders fall on the earth. All things wither and flourish in response to the thunders.

All of this collapsed rapidly. The Thunder Lake dried up, the three thunder drums disappeared, and the sacred dragon left. Only the purple lightning remained, and no more thunder sounded.

An unknown amount of time had passed before a line of dark green energy opened up in the lake, and a deep, vast chaotic energy spread out. From it fell an object, its shape difficult to describe.

What came out of this chaos seemed like a dead object, and stayed here forever. Xu Xuan was the only drop of thunder water left in the swamp, and he could only stay here and wait.

It seemed like a thousand years had passed, yet it seemed like only a moment. He saw many huge figures heading towards this thunder lake. There were emperors wearing crowns, and Taoists holding whisks. They all came here and carved something on the things in this chaos.

Xu Xuan watched as this chaotic god was carved into shape. The five parts of his body began to take shape, but he was missing a pair of pupils. The god continued to sit in the thunder lake.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Xu Xuan finally saw the last one. It was a Dharma image, stepping on the Nine Netherworlds and reaching up to the blue sky, with three heads and six arms, red hair and bare feet, wearing a black crown and immortal armor.

It was a wrathful figure transformed from thunder, with six arms each holding a hatchet, a red bow, a fire sword, a sky bell, a lightning halberd, and a golden rope. The silver-white lightning transformed into the laws of heaven, which it used. The nine provinces and four seas were all under the control of this thunder.

The Big Dipper appeared, the Tianpeng Star was extremely bright, and silver thunder penetrated the sky. This Dharma image easily lifted up the vast lake, and an object was manifested from an infinite height. The white air fell, and layers of silver thunder appeared from the end of the cosmic light.

Community Thunder.

Then the chaotic god who was sitting in the thunder lake opened his eyes, and the dry lake was filled again. An immortal cauldron filled with chaotic energy appeared, sitting on the top. There seemed to be something inside. The heavenly sound roared, shaking the four seas.

The Dharma image that supported this Lei Ze dissipated, but the Big Dipper was still bright. A star appeared out of thin air between Tianpeng and the handle of the dipper, with purple and white colors intertwined, shaking the world. It was Tianli.

The Taoism of the entire Zhenze was deviating, the chaotic energy was spreading, suppressing the heavenly sound. The chaotic god stood up at this time, and the entire lake instantly came into the star field, the vast galaxy was drawn in, and the stars fell.

The thunder lake rolled, Xu Xuan merged into it, and then was peeled out, turning into only a drop of purple and white thunder liquid, falling into the hands of the god.

There were also some phantom images of Bing Fire and Wu Earth hanging above it, falling into the thunder liquid transformed by Xu Xuan, entangled and difficult to separate.

"Borrowing the beginning to seek the mysterious, and then falling into harmony."

A rumbling sound from heaven rang out, and Xu Xuan was wrapped in the chaotic energy and fell into the Thunder Lake, falling straight from the sky until he returned to his physical body. His breath instantly weakened, but it seemed that something was accomplished inside.

The fate of the Great Shu on the two orders [Chi Ming] and [Jiu Yin] quickly dissipated, as if they had spirits, as if they were afraid, as if they were in reverence, and they dared not pester them anymore.

In Taixu, in the [Shuwang Ji Gutu], Xu Xuan's name fell into a slump. Song Shiyi stood aside, his expression slightly relaxed at this time. The strange phenomenon of the Big Dipper on the other party did shock him before, but now it seems that the fate of the Great Shu is clearly going to abandon this person.

"It seems the breakthrough has failed."

He flipped his hand and summoned the formation plate, [Soul-Snatching Formation] which could lock up the living soul and send the soul of this person to the Thunder Department, which was also a way to give him a chance to survive. As for this sect...
Song Shiyi's mind moved slightly. There have been many good things in this temple over the years. The immortals have already decided on them. They just need to wait for the dust to settle before dividing them.

He activated the formation and was about to tick off Xu Xuan's name in the Shuwang map, but when he looked again, the two characters of Xu Xuan flashed with purple lightning and silver thunder, and then slowly dissipated and disappeared from the map.

"Fallen? How could it be so fast? How can I explain this?"

Song Shiyi was a little flustered. The Xuan Lei Department still needed people, and the Immortal was watching. How come this person's soul couldn't be found?

"and many more."

As Lihuo was about to leave, Xiangming's voice was heard, and it was filled with deep doubts.

"Something's wrong. Someone important is pulling some strings."

A blessed light surged, accompanied by a gentle male voice, sweeping across the void, and all the Zifu in charge present could hear it.

"Immediately transfer personnel to the heavens to expedite this process. The remnant spirit of Emperor Wang has revived, and [Kun Wei Tian] is about to manifest."

The golden energy of the west, the yin fire of the east, and the Ren light of the south all appeared and added to this Taoist diagram. In another place, the phantom of the [Bai Ze Tu] increased its power, and the breath of the monster below continued to rise.

Xiangming's Dharma body stepped out, his expression slightly cold, holding a golden edict in his hand.

"Zhu Yuanyun, the position is Tianyuan."

Among the Yin soldiers below, the leader Zhu Yuanyun was immediately hit by a stream of water and fire. The Yuan magnetic light could no longer be resisted, and he fell off his horse, his breath annihilated.

The Zhu family members behind him did not panic. They did not even look at him and continued to form a formation to block the charging monsters to prevent them from breaking into the place where the clan leader was in seclusion.

"Liu Qiuci, in his post, corrects evil."

In the Liu family, many clansmen have retreated to the underground tombs and barely resisted the monster, but they also suffered countless casualties. Outside, Liu Qiuci and Qing Yun were blocking the way. The Qingyu Willow had lost all its spirituality and had already died.

Qing Yun seemed to have sensed something, looked at the person beside him, and said in a trembling voice:

"coming."

Liu Qiuci's face showed calmness. He held the green snake's hand tightly and moved closer.

"Madam, I—"

Before he could finish his words, he instantly transformed into a fragment of green wood spirit, a hint of a smile on his lips as he gazed upon Qing Yun. Simultaneously, golden divine thunder erupted, transforming into an electric mirror, illuminating the Liu family members protecting the tomb below. A vast void opened up, and the wooden figures transformed by Qing Yuliu and Liu Qiuci were about to fall into it.

Qing Yun's face showed the appearance of a snake at this time, with green scales. He cast a talisman to seal Qing Yuliu and the wooden statue. The golden thunder in the void stagnated, and seemed to be a little angry.

"Just keep his body safe, and I'll agree to everything else."

The woman looked up at the sky, not knowing who she was talking to. Then the vast void quickly closed up, the golden thunder dissipated, and was replaced by the light of Ren, which protected the place.

"Qing Ling, you are untrustworthy! You——"

Golden thunder burst out, and a voice full of anger was heard.

"I have no credibility, but my sister is very particular. You can talk to her."

A sweet laugh came from the void, with a hint of teasing.

"Alright, don't let this happen. Lingming, don't bother with her."

The Yin Fire surged, stopping the dispute. Only Qing Yun was left standing on the ground, looking at the Qingmu spirit statue of Liu Qiuci beside him.

In the vast void, Xiangming's voice sounded again.

"Wu Qinghe, holds a very broad position."

"Qi Wen, Cheng Dao Kong Sword."

"Duan Chengsi, in charge of the mountain."

As his voice rang out, Wu Qinghe, who was originally in seclusion in Zhuolin to break through, became furious. Although his immortal foundation was established, his body exploded in an instant, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Then came Qi Wen, the former true disciple of Kongjian who had already escaped from Chiyun and was living in seclusion in the desert at the border. The white-haired and white-bearded Dharma Protector Xiang was drinking with him and talking about when he would return to the mountain, but he saw the man in front of him fall down, without any breath, and his body gradually turned into starlight and dissipated.

In the dungeon of the Duan family, Duan Chengsi's face showed deep unwillingness. Roaring and struggling were all in vain. His immortal base rioted and exploded in an instant, turning into the earth energy of the whole room.

Xiangming paused and looked at Qingwei. For some reason, he always felt a little uneasy in his heart, but now that the national teacher was present, he could only follow his orders.

"Liu Xiaowen, Chengdao Dachi."

On the Five Elements Mountain, Liu Xiaowen was suddenly stunned, as if he had lost his mind. The clear energy in the seal script did not move at this time, hidden deep in his soul. The python roared angrily, its momentum surged, and it opened its mouth and bit down.

Wen Guang condensed his body into spiritual fire and roared angrily, but was whipped back by the snake. The magic light on the Five Elements Mountain dimmed, and Zhaoyang Peak collided with the snake's head, making a loud roar.

Wang Qiyun's eyes were bloodshot as he saw Liu Xiaowen being swallowed by the snake's head. Many disciples who were skilled in refining weapons were turned into dust by the impact, and Wang Xiwei and Cheng Yan were among them, and their whereabouts were nowhere to be seen.

He struggled immensely, but at this moment he still had to stabilize the situation first, and gave orders on behalf of Liu Xiaowen, asking all the disciples to retreat, while activating the formation. The joints of his hands were clenched white, and his heart seemed to be bleeding, but he still gave orders in a deep voice.

"Retreat, head east, Luo Qing, we can't hold on any longer!"

In the void, Xiangming saw this person's soul fall steadily into the scroll, and he felt a little relieved. Then he looked at the two people below who were trying to break through in seclusion. Xu Xuan's place was already in a state of destruction. Only his body remained, and his soul was shattered. Nothing was left. It was a pity.

And at the location where the Zhu family is, in the magnetic pole, the destiny of Great Shu surges like a dragon and snake, and falls into the magnetic pole transformed by Zhu Yucheng. The weight of a country and a history, plus one person, has already given rise to the brilliance of supernatural powers!

Xiangming exhaled lightly, and the golden edict in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and the fire of Li was surging.

"Chen Changqi ascended to the throne of Emperor Wang."

As he finished speaking, a figure slowly emerged from the blessed light behind him. It was the Dali State Master, the True Man [Huji]. The blessed light on his body gradually dissipated, and from it emerged a man in a black gold robe. He had a stern face and looked like Chen Weiyuan.

The supernatural power surged and peeled off from this flesh body. Xiangming did not dare to delay and immediately took out a precious statue of a lucky bird with double pupils and respectfully welcomed the national teacher in.

Chen Changqi's body quickly fell towards the Shuwang map. Everything was the same as before, which made Xiangming's expression relax a little.

In the land of Chiyun, monsters were rampant at this time, and no one could stop them. Blood flowed and fell into the ground, accompanied by bursts of wailing and the mysterious light of Wu Earth surging.

At Xiwei Mountain, the Zifu Formation shattered with a loud bang, and Du Wangcheng was buried by flying rocks, wailing continuously. From the earth buried in the mountain, the ground veins shifted, and a white-skeletal black bird flapped its wings and flew out, breaking through the sacred mountain, giving birth to flesh and blood in the blood and fire, and flew towards the void.

In the mountains, an old man stood still with a gun. Monsters had already rushed in. The corpses of the Chen family's direct descendants were piled up, and golden blood was flowing, pouring into the black bird.

"Walk."

Behind him stood an apricot-yellow precious flag, protecting the remaining dozen or so clansmen. Chen Mingyu led the clansmen, looked at the old figure, knelt slowly, and said in a deep voice:
"Farewell, old man."

The Wu Ji Xuan Guang rolled up, sending the few remaining people into the void. Chen Weiyuan held the spear, and his blood recovered little by little. The whole person looked like a skeleton in flames, and the thick Wu Tu Xuan Guang rolled up.

Surrounding the collapsed sacred peak were hundreds of monsters, countless of whom had established their foundations. There were Fire Crows, Shang Sheep, Bifang, etc., all of whom were noble species. The formation was so large that it far surpassed the ones on the north and south sides.

"My son."

He looked up at the sky, but could no longer find that figure. He felt empty in his heart, yet more calm than ever before.

Golden blood scattered and dripped onto the gun. Chen Weiyuan did not use any other magic weapon, but just held the gun. A resolute power burst out from his body that was about to die of old age. He swept the gun across, and bursts of blood mist exploded. It went from the mountain peak to the valley bottom, moving back and forth as he pleased, and the blood light shot up into the sky.

No matter what kind of monster it was, no matter how noble it was, once it touched the gun, it would be instantly killed by the Wu Earth magic light. However, the monsters surged like a black tide, gradually covering the ochre-yellow Wu Earth light, and there was no sound anymore.

(End of this chapter)