The Devil's Tribulation

Nanzhou Holy Flame Island, in the Holy Flame Realm.

Su Miaomiao and Qi Dongqiang were organizing the cultivators. There were a total of 350,000 cultivators from the Western Continent here, completely blocking the exit.

As Su Miaomiao was busy running around, she suddenly looked up and saw a group of monks meditating on a small hill behind her.

Qi Dongqiang noticed that Su Miaomiao's expression was off, so he followed her gaze and asked with a smile, "Junior Sister Su, what's wrong?"

Su Miaomiao said with disgust, "A bunch of hypocritical bald men! They act like prostitutes while pretending to be virtuous! They are utterly despicable!"

Qi Dongqiang quickly whispered, "Junior Sister Su, be careful what you say. Jin Guang Temple is not to be trifled with, and Huineng is the number one prodigy in our Western Continent."

Su Miaomiao sneered, "I am about to marry into the Southern Continent, how could I be afraid of the Golden Light Temple, let alone this Huineng!"

Qi Dongqiang was speechless and said with a wry smile, "You may not be afraid, but my Xuanji Sect is. Junior Sister, you should think more about your own sect and my Xuanji Sect."

"Alright, I understand." Su Miaomiao waved her hand impatiently and said, "I've made all the preparations here. How's it going on your end?"

Qi Dongqiang gritted his teeth and said, "We've been prepared for a long time: 30,000 Void Refining Puppet Masters, 20,000 Four-Winged Birds, and 1,000 Tier 6 Spirit Pattern Cannons! Even if he's a Nascent Soul cultivator, he can't break through our defenses!"

"Excellent!" Su Miaomiao exclaimed with delight, "This time, I will definitely make him utterly annihilated!"

The site of Jinguang Temple.

Huineng was chanting sutras with his eyes closed, accompanied by five hundred monks from Jinguang Temple.

Five hundred people chanted scriptures together, the sound of which was like a clear spring, bringing peace to the heart.

They have been chanting scriptures here for three days, in order to help the souls of the dead find peace, according to Huineng.

But when cultivators fight, they mostly destroy their bodies and souls, so where are their souls left to be saved?

Huineng's master asked him to participate in the genius competition, which he originally resisted, but he could not disobey his master's orders.

Huineng was reciting scriptures, but he was thinking about something else, something he couldn't figure out even after thinking about it for a long time.

The chubby senior brother beside him seemed to sense something and said, "Junior Brother Huineng, your mind is in turmoil."

Upon hearing this, Huineng opened his eyes and asked, "Brother Lawyer Hui, wouldn't what we're doing be considered greed?"

Huilu said calmly, "Are you questioning Uncle Zhixin's decision?"

Huineng remained silent, his expression indifferent, but his silence spoke volumes; his attitude was his answer.

Huilu sighed and said, "Although Jinguang Temple is very popular in the Western Continent, very few people know about it in the Eastern, Western, Southern, and even Central Continents."

Lord Nangong has promised that if they help us obtain the Demon-Companion Grass, he will grant my Golden Light Temple a prosperous future in the Southern Continent.

This is an excellent opportunity to promote Buddhism. Only when our temples are spread throughout the mainland can we better benefit all sentient beings.

Huineng already knew this rhetoric, but now that he heard his senior brother repeat it again, Huineng could only close his eyes again and think to himself, "If I have to break the precepts in order to spread Buddhism, then what have I been cultivating all these years?"

Just as Huineng was deep in thought, a sudden surge of powerful magical energy came from him.

Huilu was the first to stand up and instructed the hundreds of monks, "We are the last line of defense. No matter who it is, we must not let them pass!"

Several hundred monks immediately formed a battle formation. Huineng looked into the distance, frowned, and said, "It's not him."

Hundreds of monks stood ready, only to discover that the source of the magical fluctuations was not inside the mountain pass, but outside it.

Su Miaomiao frowned and asked, "What happened? Why did those cowards suddenly rush up?"

The disciple who came to report truthfully said, "I don't know what happened either. Suddenly, over 100,000 cultivators from the Southern Continent approached. The disciples on duty warned them several times, but it was no use. Then, they started fighting for no reason."

Su Miaomiao was frowning when another disciple rushed in with an urgent report: "Senior Sister, Senior Sister, something terrible has happened!"

The cultivators from the Southern Continent have already reached the mountain pass. If we don't send reinforcements soon, they will definitely break in within a quarter of an hour!

To stop 100,000 people, you would definitely need to deploy more than 100,000 troops; otherwise, you simply couldn't stop them.

Su Miaomiao roared, "What are you all standing there for? Quickly take some people and stop them!"

Qi Dongqiang immediately followed up with the order: "These people are here to meet Pan Chengfeng! Not only must we stop them, we must kill them all!"

Several subordinates left after receiving their orders. Su Miaomiao and Qi Dongqiang were about to discuss something when suddenly another loud noise came.

Qi Dongqiang was stunned when he saw a huge mushroom cloud rise into the sky. His lips trembled as he stammered, "My...my spirit-patterned cannon!!!"

"Hahaha!! A thousand spirit-patterned cannons, the Xuanji Sect is really rich~"

Pan Chengfeng strode forward and rushed to the two hundred spirit-patterned cannons, waving his hand and shouting, "Still want to blast me?! Turn them all into trash!! Fire Dragon Dance!!!"

A giant fire dragon danced wildly on the mountaintop, turning cannons and gunners alike into ashes.

Pan Chengfeng unleashed both hands simultaneously, and more than a dozen fire dragons, each three to four thousand meters long, surged wildly across the mountaintop, turning a thousand spirit-patterned cannons to ashes in an instant.

Qi Dongqiang was heartbroken and tears streamed down his face. Most of these spirit pattern cannons belonged to him, and each one was very expensive to build.

Now that it's been burned like this, Qi Dongqiang feels like dying.

Pan Chengfeng had already arrived when Qi Dongqiang was setting up the artillery positions.

After observing the arrangements of the Hehuan Sect and Xuanji Sect for a while, Pan Chengfeng set his sights on the spirit pattern cannon.

This thing holds the same status in the Xuanji Sect as the Thunder Boat does in the Yulei Sect; it is a sect secret and is not sold to outsiders.

Spirit pattern cannons are divided into seven grades in the Xuanji Sect, from one to seven. The Xuanji Sect only sells spirit pattern cannons of grades one to five, while grades six and seven are the sect's top secrets.

Each sixth-tier spirit pattern cannon possesses the full power equivalent to a late-stage Void Refinement cultivator's strike.

Moreover, the spirit pattern cannon is different from the Void Refinement cultivator. The cultivator has to form hand seals before he can make a move, but the spirit pattern cannon is much more convenient. As long as a spirit stone is inserted, it can fire ten times automatically!

Pan Chengfeng had long heard that Xuanji Sect had cannons. As a modern person who had traveled through time, how could he not be interested in such a thing?

Without a second thought, Pan Chengfeng put on the Spirit Cloak and went to steal it.

Unfortunately, they were discovered after only stealing twenty planes.

Pan Chengfeng decided to go all the way. Since he couldn't have them, he would destroy them all, since these cannons weren't his anyway.

Qi Dongqiang went completely mad, roaring, "Kill him!! Kill him!!!"

Seventy to eighty thousand cultivators, thirty thousand human puppets, and twenty thousand four-winged birds.

Flying creatures and running creatures, densely packed like locusts, all rushed towards Pan Chengfeng.

Pan Chengfeng's face turned grim, and he roared, "You bunch of idiots from the Western Continent! Today I'll show you the ultimate techniques of the Thunder Control Sect!!"

As soon as Pan Chengfeng finished speaking, he flew directly into the air, his body crackling with lightning, and the Thunder Core within his body spinning wildly.

With a series of thunderclaps, dark clouds pressed down from the sky, making it feel as if they were pressing down on you.

The scalps of the seventy or eighty thousand cultivators tingled, and they immediately felt the terrifying fluctuations of Pan Chengfeng's magical power, as well as the violent power of lightning.

Pan Chengfeng's fists collided, and with a loud bang, a bolt of lightning struck down, turning more than a dozen puppets into ashes.

Su Miaomiao roared, "Attack now! What are you all standing around for?! Don't give him a chance to use his lightning magic!!"

"Do I need you to give me a chance?!" Pan Chengfeng sneered. "Remember this well, I am Pan Chengfeng, the sect leader of the Thunder Control Sect!"

Whether you die today or are lucky enough to survive, remember this! Don't ever run into me again in your next life!!

Thunder Magic - Thunder Dragon Technique - World-Destroying Dragon God Break!!!