Fengyunlu

"This little fellow looks quite clever, but since you are born with some spirituality, I have no choice but to eat you to replenish my soul." Jiuyou nodded as he spoke. Although he looked young, he exuded a sense of sophistication.

His words carried an irrefutable dominance, as if announcing an unchangeable fate. Though seemingly immature, his heart concealed an immense depth of experience and wisdom. As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to sense something and turned his head to gaze upwards. His eyes held both desolation and a distant gaze, as if anticipating something. His gaze seemed to traverse time and space, gazing towards a distant place, perhaps harboring his longing for answers or a change in fortune.

Feng Chen no longer cared about Jiu You's words. Though the Purple Sky Thunder Dragon above him was only about two feet long, its might was becoming increasingly difficult to resist. Though its momentum had weakened, the pressure it emanated still suffocated Feng Chen, as if he would be completely engulfed by it in an instant. Now was the moment when the fundamental demonic resentment was intensifying. Whether it could be completely extinguished depended on the crucial moment of the divine thunder's evolution. Feng Chen understood this, and so did Jiu You.

"Almost there, little one, I..." A sharp collision interrupted Jiuyou's words, halting both his advance and his momentum. Black fog swirled, thunder roared. Lei Gong, like a guardian on a shrine, appeared before Fengchen, his clothes fluttering, his eyes revealing concern and protection for him.

The appearance of the Thunder Power was like an indestructible barrier, standing between Fengchen and Jiuyou. His eyes gleamed with concern and protection for Fengchen. Looking at Jiuyou again, struck by the Thunder Power, he was violently retreated, landing on the platform more than ten feet away. Before he could regain his balance, he was struck by another burst of Thunder Power's absolute power. The black mist trembled and almost collapsed.

Jiuyou was utterly utterly utterly defeated by the thunder attack. The black mist, once seemingly invincible, now seemed so fragile. "Youngster, you do have some skills. I waited for you for a while." Jiuyou, breaking the lightning bolt, returned to the platform with a hint of teasing in his voice. He seemed unfazed by the thunder attack and, instead, seemed to be enjoying the battle.

Lei Gong's eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at the Purple Thunder Dragon above Fengchen's head that was about to pounce on him, then turned around and asked, "Are you waiting for me?" Jiuyou did not answer, but looked up at Fengchen, as if ready to attack again at any time, but there was a hint of waiting in the black mist, as if he was waiting for something.

Jiuyou's silence made Lei Gong feel a little uneasy. He seemed to be waiting for a certain opportunity, and this opportunity was closely related to Fengchen. Seeing this, Lei Gong thought Jiuyou was waiting for the Thunder Dragon to attack and seize the opportunity to seize Fengchen again. He hurriedly reminded him, "Little Fengzi, let the Youtian Realm guard the main body. The demonic resentment is about to dissipate. Don't let Jiuyou take advantage of the chaos."

Upon hearing this, Fengchen didn't hesitate to convert the divine thunder power he had absorbed into Thunder Merit, preparing to face the upcoming challenge. After completing the internal strength refinement, Fengchen asked, "Uncle Lei, once the resentment dissipates, should I crush the jade talisman and melt it into my body?" Fengchen planned to use the opportunity of the demonic resentment dissipating to channel the power into his body through the jade talisman, thereby strengthening himself and escaping the potential threat.

But Lei Gong had his concerns. The Nine Nether Emperor was no pushover. While it was unclear why he hadn't seized Fengchen's soul upon his escape, instead revealing himself to him, one thing was certain: he had a hidden agenda. Knowing the Nine Nether Emperor's cunning and treacherous nature, Lei Gong feared his true purpose lay beyond Fengchen's soul, and perhaps a deeper conspiracy.

Thinking of this, Lei Gong's eyes fixed firmly as he spoke again, "Let's destroy Jiuyou first." With that, he flipped his sleeves upside down and made a hand seal. With a crackling sound, thunder enveloped him, like divine thunder descending upon the world, awe-inspiring. This move embodied the power of the ninth level of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art, the Yuantian realm. As the saying goes, the nine transformations of Yuantian Qi, and when Qi moves, thunder rumbles, a sound that reaches far below the heavens, transcending even the immortals of heaven and earth.

Lei Gong's Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art had reached its peak, with no room for improvement beyond the legendary Zhoutian Immortal Realm. Back then, it was this Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, combined with the might of Snowfall Cangqiong, that had enabled him to kill Yang Bohuan and his men and save Fengchen. Now, facing the Nine Nether Remnant Yuan, while significantly stronger than Yang Bohuan and his men, he was ultimately without a body and no substance, far too weak to withstand the overwhelming might of Lei Gong's vast body.

Fengchen, seeing this, was filled with yearning. With a determined look in his eyes, he nodded in agreement, then turned to deal with the impending Purple Thunder Dragon. He understood that only by overcoming the current crisis could one truly grow and become stronger. Meanwhile, Jiuyou, observing Lei Gong's majestic presence, nodded in approval. However, his eyes showed no fear, not even a hint of worry, maintaining a confident demeanor.

"Well, using the mighty power of heaven to infuse the three wonders of the cauldron, this thunder method does have some skills, but that's all. I still say that I must get the soul of this kid. If you want to stop me, just try it." Jiuyou's words were full of provocation and confidence. He seemed to have foreseen the outcome of this fight, and that outcome, for him, was a victory that had been predetermined.

Only Jiuyou would dare to say such a thing, but what about someone else? If he didn't mention the Thunder Power, he would definitely be laughed at.

The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art of the Thunderbolt Hall was a force that shook the world. The Hall Master personally wielded the Thunder Art, coupled with the blessing of the Purple Sky Divine Thunder. Who dared to underestimate its might? Who dared to claim they could withstand it? But Jiuyou remained so calm. It would be strange if everyone didn't laugh at him.

"Then let's give it a try." As soon as Lei Gong finished speaking, Jiu You shot through the clouds like an arrow, carrying a swirling black mist with him as he roared towards the platform. However, his target wasn't the Wind and Dust Land. Instead, he was sent flying by Lei Gong's palm strike. The last syllable of the word "try" barely rang out as he landed. This palm strike, delivered by Lei Gong as swift as lightning, left no afterimage as it landed heavily on Jiu You's ribs.

Jiuyou was struck by this blow and sent flying backwards from the platform, slamming fiercely into the lavender curtain wall surrounding the altar, sending ripples cascading down before landing heavily on the altar. With a thud, the remnant plume fell to the ground, and black mist billowed. Only then did a faint, inky blue shadow appear above the altar, revealing the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art's power, its speed exceeding even the imagination of ordinary people.

No wonder, as soon as Snowfall Cangqiong appeared, his heart was set on a decisive kill. Such speed seemed to have transcended the barriers of time and space, and few could truly withstand it. Without further ado, Jiuyou's injuries were extremely severe, and he couldn't get up for a long time. Furthermore, his entire body was invaded by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder of the Thunder Power, paralyzing and trapping his essence. Even the black mist surrounding him was flashing with lightning and crackling.

Through the hidden meridians, Jiuyou's face was shrouded in struggle, his eyes etched with pain. Clearly, the scorching pain of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder was unbearable. Yet, amidst the ravages, the black mist surrounding him seemed to possess an unknown power. With a slight lingering effect, it stirred the crimson light formation on the altar, causing it to ripple slightly. Lei Gong observed this scene, and his expression shifted, but he didn't dwell on it. He was focused on killing as soon as possible, taking his life while he could. Without waiting for Jiuyou to rise, he vanished into a stream of light.

The next moment, Lei Gong reappeared beside Jiuyou, carrying the vast power of thunder. He raised his right hand, two fingers together, and the remaining three fingers formed a slight hook, reaching for the back of Jiuyou's soul. If this grab was successful, the power of the divine thunder it brought would instantly penetrate into Jiuyou's soul through the two fingers' point, and then be controlled by the three fingers, pouring into it, executing the way of burning and annihilation.

By then, the divine thunder would be extinguished, and the might of heaven would be unstoppable. Even if the Nine Nether Emperor was previously powerful, with only this remnant of essence, he would be in critical condition if not dead. However, the Nine Nether Emperor was still the Nine Nether Emperor, a member of the ancient demon clan and a descendant of the ancient bloodline. Even if his remnant of essence was already defeated, he would not be killed so easily.

As expected, just as Lei Gong's attack was about to land, a long, inky black spear, gleaming with a hint of cold light, shot out from the Nine Netherworld Leader's position. It also carried a force that could sever zhenyuan and block spiritual energy, launching from behind and striking directly at Lei Gong's vital points. Seeing this, Lei Gong's face was startled, his eyes filled with confusion. He then used his claws to block the cold spear's shadow, simultaneously retreating.

He abruptly turned back, his dark blue robe fluttering, his cape swaying. When he was two feet away, Lei Gong froze and looked back. He saw Jiu You standing there, holding a dark spear. He smiled faintly, waved his black shirt, and then a suction force erupted, completely severing the divine thunder that had previously invaded his body. Furthermore, Lei Gong was astonished to find that the spear technique Jiu You had just used with the help of the black mist was actually the spear determination method of his old friend Feng Wanlin. How could this not fill him with doubt and shock?

"You actually know my brother Feng's techniques?" Lei Gong asked, his eyes filled with confusion and even a hint of murderous intent, yet he had no choice but to ask first. Speaking of Feng Wanlin's spearmanship, Lei Gong had always been deeply impressed. It was born from the desire to kill and destroy, and it was a supreme martial art. Few in the world could surpass it, and few could comprehend it. Even Feng Wanlin's direct disciples struggled to grasp it. Jiuyou had unexpectedly executed this move, with such skill that Lei Gong was surprised and filled with confusion.

"It's just a little trick, I can see through it at a glance, so what's the big deal? But that little guy you mentioned is really quite capable. If he hadn't fought hard and shattered the seal back then, I wouldn't have been able to escape. Speaking of which, I still owe him a favor. Well, I'll leave a trace of his true spirit and let him reincarnate, which can be considered as repaying the favor."

Jiuyou smiled as he brandished his cold spear. His eyes swept over where Fengchen was, then he pointed the spear tip at Lei Gong and continued, "I see that you have a good cultivation base and a close relationship with that little fellow. I will use my spear skills to send you on your way and ensure that you two can travel together."

"How shameless!" Lei Gong roared, his thunderous force intensifying. With a flash of dark blue light, he charged at Jiuyou once more. The two exchanged blows, their cold spears intertwining with lightning. The fight was agonizing, and for a long time, no one could determine the winner. What on earth was Jiuyou trying to do? Lei Gong felt something was amiss as the fight went on, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was. A vague sense of foreboding gripped his heart.

In reality, Lei Gong's cultivation wasn't bad, and Jiu You wasn't truly that strong. A defeated and defeated man in the Nine Heavens Thunder Pool was no match for Lei Gong. The fight was evenly matched, in part, because Jiu You used Feng Wanlin's spearmanship, which was profound and unfathomable, and Lei Gong wanted to understand it, which was why the fight lasted so long.

On the other hand, although Lei Gong and Jiuyou were fighting fiercely, most of his thoughts were not here. He was using the power of his soul to control the spiritual vein origin of the entire Leiming Mountain, ready to deal with the possible attack from the Demon Sect at any time.

After all, once Jiuyou appeared, Xu Yi's humble family must not be far away. The two must have some connection, otherwise why would Jiuyou risk showing up? He did this to convey some message to Xu Yi.

But Lei Gong was completely bewildered, unable to guess what this information was. Forget it. They say attack where the enemy is and save where the enemy is, and vice versa. Whatever their conspiracy is, it's definitely connected to Jiuyou and Xiaofengzi. As long as they can protect Xiaofengzi and then eliminate Jiuyou, there's still hope.

With this thought, a flicker of determination flashed in Lei Gong's eyes. He held back no longer, forcing Jiuyou back with a single palm strike. He then retracted most of his released spiritual energy, leaving only about two layers of divine consciousness to continue manipulating the essence of his spiritual veins. Immediately afterwards, he formed hand seals and shouted, "Jiuyou! You nearly wiped out my brother Feng's family. Today, I will avenge you!"

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability." Jiuyou retreated, understanding that Lei Gong was about to unleash a killing move. He spoke calmly, pushing the cold spear in his hand to its full potential. Killing intent surged, a chilling aura swept over him. Jiuyou didn't wait for Lei Gong to strike, but had already taken the initiative. Feng Wanlin's spearmanship was indeed formidable. Although he didn't wield it personally, in Jiuyou's hands, the power was still astonishing.

Before Lei Gong could even unleash his power with the seal in his hand, he felt a chilling ray descend from the sky, seemingly falling from the clouds with unstoppable force. In that instant, the entire sky seemed to darken. The pitch-black cold spear streaked across the small altar, seemingly frozen in place. Even Lei Gong felt his movements sluggish. If he hadn't been possessed by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art and were in Thunder Mountain, he would have struggled to cope with this attack.

"Is this really Jiuyou's? Even if Brother Feng were to personally engage, he wouldn't be much stronger. This..." A scream interrupted Lei Gong's thoughts. It turned out that the Purple Thunder Dragon above Feng Chen had launched an attack before its time had arrived. It was now throwing him to the ground, biting him fiercely with its maw, and occasionally using its claws to tear at the demonic energy on Feng Chen's body, as if it wanted to tear him apart and devour him.

"No! Little Fengzi has reached a critical moment and cannot be disturbed any further." Lei Gong was terrified, knowing Fengchen was on the brink of life and death. He had to act immediately. He quickly adjusted his state, withdrawing all remaining spiritual energy and focusing on resisting the attack of the Purple Sky Thunder Dragon. Lei Gong knew that only by completely defeating the Purple Sky Thunder Dragon could Fengchen's safety be guaranteed. He could not let this young man be harmed in front of him.

Lei Gong then took a deep breath, concentrated all his thunder power in his palm, and prepared to deliver his most powerful blow. He intended to use the force of thunder to defeat the Purple Sky Thunder Dragon in one fell swoop and protect Feng Chen from harm. Lei Gong's decision would undoubtedly determine the ultimate outcome of this battle and affect Feng Chen's fate.