Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

Zhao Ke waved his hands, and the true energy floating around him quickly began to burn, turning into patches of orange-red flames.

Under Zhao Ke's control, flames appeared as firebirds the size of an arm.

Once the firebird was formed, it seemed to gain sentience, rapidly flapping its wings and colliding with the wooden sword.

Initially, there were only a few hundred firebirds, but after being repeatedly slashed and split by the wooden sword, their numbers increased and soon exceeded the number of sword formations controlled by Ling Daochen.

Under the relentless bombardment of tens of thousands of firebirds, the sword formation quickly succumbed and burst into flames.

Ling Daochen seemed to have anticipated this, and therefore did not show any surprise.

Seeing that his sword formation was about to be burned to ashes by Zhao Ke's firebird, Ling Daochen once again waved his two fingers, causing the remaining dozens of wooden swords to stop attacking and fly back to his side.

The returning wooden swords, end to end, circled in front of Ling Daochen, and as they spun around, they gradually merged into one, transforming into a golden halo.

It turns out that these wooden swords were all transformed from Ling Daochen's true energy.

The moment the aperture formed, it perfectly blocked the tens of thousands of firebirds that Zhao Ke was controlling as they shot towards them.

Seeing his moves completely swallowed up by the halo in front of Ling Daochen, Zhao Ke snorted angrily, raised his palms to the sky, and once again used his powerful true energy to conjure four tigers, each over ten feet long, with flames raging all around them.

The four tigers, conjured from flames, were enormous in size but incredibly fast. As soon as they took shape, they roared and transformed into afterimages, launching attacks on Ling Daochen from four different directions.

Ling Daochen remained calm, his hands forming a hand seal.

A huge Tai Chi Yin-Yang pattern instantly unfolded beneath Ling Daochen's feet.

The moment the four fiery tigers stepped into the Tai Chi diagram, their four feet were immobilized as if stuck in mud, unable to move an inch.

After trapping the giant fiery tiger, Ling Daochen changed his hand seals again, and golden light appeared all around his body.

At the same time, the Tai Chi diagram beneath his feet began to slowly rotate, shimmering like the surface of water.

Upon closer inspection, one can see two large carp, one black and one white, swimming within the Tai Chi symbol.

Zhao Ke's expression gradually turned serious.

His moves were easily neutralized by Ling Daochen twice in a row, which gave him a clear understanding of the strength of this renowned Daoist.

But he had no intention of letting go and retreating. Even a clay figure has some temper, let alone a strong person like him!

"Daozi's strength is truly well-deserved! I hope you can easily withstand my next move!"

After uttering those harsh words, Zhao Ke clasped his hands together, and a completely different aura suddenly erupted from him.

Sensing this aura, Ling Daochen's calm face finally showed a hint of expression, and he looked at Zhao Ke with a faint smile.

"interesting!"

Under Ling Daochen's gaze, a six-armed fire giant, fifty feet tall, appeared behind Zhao Ke.

The moment the fire giant appeared, the surrounding air distorted and fluctuated, as if it could not withstand the scorching heat of the gunpowder on the giant's body.

"Fa Xiang?"

Ling Daochen stared at the fire giant for a while, then shook his head, "It's all show and no substance."

The condensation of a Dharma form requires communication with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, a supernatural power that only experts at the Danxi Realm can unleash.

Seeing that Ling Daochen remained calm even after he had used his strongest move, Zhao Ke felt underestimated and laughed angrily:

"Good! Very good! I hope you can maintain this composure!"

The fire giant suddenly attacked, its six giant hands striking towards Ling Daochen simultaneously.

A large amount of flames erupted from his palm, instantly turning the area around Ling Daochen into a sea of ​​fire.

Ling Daochen, who was located at the center of the Taiji diagram, was not affected by the sea of ​​fire. He slowly closed his eyes and began to silently recite the Taoist scriptures.

"Let's see how long you can last!"

Zhao Ke chuckled and continued to control the fire giant behind him to increase the firepower, as if determined to burn Ling Daochen, who was trapped in the sea of ​​fire, to ashes.

The fire continued to spread, extending for more than ten miles across the sky.

Even those far away in Radiant City could clearly see the vast sea of ​​fire raging in the sky.

When such powerful figures clash, martial artists of low cultivation dare not approach easily, lest they invite trouble and lose their lives in vain.

Of course, just as there are those who are cautious and afraid of death, there are also those who love to join in the fun and are bold and daring.

A small number of martial artists, hoping to avoid being affected as long as they were careful, hesitated for a moment before forming small groups and quietly making their way towards the sea of ​​fire.

At the same time, Ling Daochen finally finished reciting the Dao Che Jing.

When Ling Daochen opened his eyes again, Zhao Ke was surprised to find that his pupils had turned into two Tai Chi patterns.

At the same time, the giant Tai Chi diagram beneath Ling Daochen's feet seemed to come alive, and from the two colors of Yin and Yang, two huge carp, one black and one white, leaped out one after the other.

After the two giant carp leaped out of the Tai Chi diagram, they swam directly into the sky. As they swam, they opened their huge mouths and swallowed all the flames that were spreading and burning around them.

"impossible!!"

Losing so much fire at once naturally caused Zhao Ke to suffer a backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The fire giant behind him also weakened considerably.

Before his shock could subside, he discovered that the two giant carp, one black and one white, had merged with him the instant they leaped into the clouds.

The originally thin clouds suddenly increased in size under the blessing and impetus of the yin and yang fish, and began to surge and roll continuously, and the color changed from pure white to blackish gray.

Dark clouds gathered overhead, and lightning flashed.

"Thunder, thunder magic! You've actually mastered the 'Purple Cloud Thunder Control Technique'!!"

Zhao Ke's face turned deathly pale, and he looked at Ling Daochen as if he had seen a ghost.

Monster! 1

This isn't human! It's a monster!!

The Purple Cloud Thunder Control Technique is the most lethal Heaven-ranked cultivation technique of the Purple Cloud Dao Palace. Even on the entire Heavenly Continent, it is enough to rank among the top five!

Legend has it that only those who have reached the Golden Light Realm are qualified and capable of cultivating it.

Zhao Ke never expected that Ling Daochen, who was only at the Mountain Shaking Realm, could unleash such a powerful technique!

Regardless of whether Ling Daochen was bluffing or not, he would never continue this battle.

Having made up his mind, Zhao Ke immediately stopped his attack and, taking advantage of the fact that the lightning in the clouds had not yet fully gathered, turned and fled.

Watching Zhao Ke's rapidly fleeing figure, Ling Daochen slowly raised his arm, pointed two fingers at the sky, and then gently tapped Zhao Ke's back.

The next instant, several bolts of purple lightning, each as thick as a thigh, burst forth from the clouds, winding their way straight after Zhao Ke.

No matter how fast Zhao Ke was, he couldn't outrun the lightning strike. In no time, he was caught up by the locked-on purple lightning.

"--No!!"

With a deafening scream that shook the heavens and the earth, Zhao Ke, who had been pierced by lightning, was quickly reduced to ashes and vanished into thin air.