Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

At this moment, at the foot of the towering, cloud-shrouded mountain of the Heavenly Sword Sect, hundreds of people had already gathered. All of them looked up at the strange sect floating in the air—the Heavenly Sword Sect. There, an island resembling a fairyland floated silently in mid-air, shrouded in layers of mist. Connecting this mysterious island to the ground was only a massive chain as thick as an adult's waist.

Surrounding this island are five towering, precipitous mountains that pierce the clouds, like the palm of a giant holding the entire island tightly in its arms.

Just then, a lavishly decorated carriage slowly came to a stop. The door opened, and a burly man named Tiesheng jumped off and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Make way! Everyone, make way!" However, the crowd was too dense, and his shouts were quickly drowned out by the cacophony of voices.

Seeing this, Wu Feilong, who was standing not far away, thought to himself, "Is this person really a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect? Perhaps I should test her first." With that thought, Wu Feilong cleared his throat and then deliberately raised his voice, shouting, "It's terrible! He Ying of the Heavenly Sword Sect has been poisoned! Is anyone there to help?"

The shout was like a thunderclap, instantly causing a commotion in the crowd. Soon after, a young man in a white Taoist robe, with graceful movements, rushed over upon hearing the sound. He asked anxiously, "Where is my junior sister? Quickly, take me to her!"

Wu Feilong quickly pointed to the carriage and said, "The person is inside. I don't know which villain ambushed him and poisoned him with such a potent poison."

Without a word, the man in white flashed into the carriage. When he saw He Ying, pale-faced and unconscious, his heart tightened. He carefully picked her up, then mounted his flying sword and transformed into a streak of light, speeding towards the Heavenly Sword Sect.

During the flight, He Ying, who had kept her eyes tightly closed, slowly opened them. When she saw that the person in front of her was her senior brother, she weakly said, "Senior brother...it's you..."

The eldest disciple looked down at He Ying in his arms and gently comforted her, "Don't speak. Just go back to the sect obediently. I will definitely find a way to help you detoxify." After saying that, he sped up again and flew towards the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Seeing this scene, Sun Wang's longing and yearning for the renowned Heavenly Sword Sect grew even stronger. So, the three of them searched and finally found a reasonably decent-looking inn to stay in for the time being.

As night quietly fell, all was silent except for the bright moonlight shining on the earth. At this moment, Wu Feilong tiptoed out of the inn and slowly made his way towards the secluded and deep forest not far away. He clenched his fists tightly and struck the thick trees again and again, producing a series of dull thuds.

For many years, regardless of the scorching heat or freezing cold, wind or rain, Wu Feilong has almost never missed his arduous training, throwing at least a thousand punches every night. At this moment, he was intently counting: "One, two... five hundred and forty-nine!" However, just then, a sudden burst of intense fighting shattered the tranquility of the night. Wu Feilong abruptly stopped what he was doing, listened intently for a moment, and then without hesitation, rushed towards the direction from which the sound was coming.

Before long, he arrived at an open space. Looking up, he saw a mysterious figure dressed in black, wielding a gleaming sword, fiercely fighting in mid-air with a monk holding a staff. In an instant, a series of crisp, melodious metallic clangs rang out, accompanied by the two figures moving with ghostly speed, as if overlapping shadows appeared all around them.

Wu Feilong stared wide-eyed, trying to discern the changes in their moves, but found himself unable to track their attacks. Each move unleashed a powerful shockwave that swept outwards, causing dozens of towering trees to snap and fall, raising clouds of dust.

Just as the two were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle, they suddenly struck each other with their palms. With a deafening roar, a dazzling light burst forth from the point where their palms collided, like a magnificent firework display in the night sky. Immediately afterward, affected by the recoil, the man in black and the monk were each sent flying backward several meters before finally regaining their footing.

After catching his breath, the man in black spoke first: "Master, as long as you are willing to hand over that dark pill, we can live in peace and never interfere with each other again!"

Faced with the threats and inducements from the man in black, the monk clasped his hands together, solemnly chanting a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha! Benefactor, you are unaware that this elixir contains boundless evil power. If it were to fall into the world, it would surely cause a great calamity. Therefore, this humble monk believes that sealing it within my Great Compassion Temple is the best course of action!"

"Looks like there's no point in negotiating!" With these cold words, the man in black swiftly formed hand seals and chanted incantations. Three gleaming divine swords shot out like arrows, hurtling straight toward the master.

Faced with this sudden attack, the master remained calm and composed. With his left hand, he gently moved the string of prayer beads that radiated a warm luster, while his right hand simultaneously formed a mysterious mudra, and he softly chanted a profound incantation. Instantly, a dazzling golden swastika appeared out of thin air, like an indestructible shield, firmly blocking the three menacing divine swords. No matter how the swords pounded against him, they could not advance an inch.

Just then, the man in black suddenly turned his head, his gaze like two beams of cold lightning shooting straight at Wu Feilong standing to the side. A slight smile, both wicked and alluring, appeared on his lips. Then, with a powerful stomp of his foot, he sped away like a ghost, riding his flying sword at breakneck speed.

Seeing this, the master flashed forward like a phantom, swiftly appearing in front of Wu Feilong and firmly protecting him behind him. However, before he could even regain his footing, a sharp whistling sound rang out, and an incomparably sharp longsword pierced through the void, striking the master directly. Surprisingly, the sword seemed to have struck a block of solid iron, only sending up a few sparks and failing to cause the master the slightest harm.

The master's chanting grew increasingly rapid. With a wave of his arm, the ordinary Buddhist prayer beads in his hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light. This light grew stronger and stronger until finally the entire prayer beads detached from the master's hand, transforming into a gigantic golden dragon that coiled and swirled in the air. Then, this golden dragon opened its blood-red maw and pounced towards the man in black with overwhelming force.

Seeing this, the man in black showed no fear. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands and swung it with all his might. A fierce and incomparable sword aura roared out and slashed fiercely at the golden dragon. With a crisp "crack," the golden dragon was instantly cut in half at the waist, turning into countless fragments scattered all over the ground. The eighteen Buddhist beads that made up the golden dragon also scattered, forming a circle that tightly surrounded the man in black.

A sinister glint flashed in the eyes of the man in black, who was surrounded. Without hesitation, he pulled out hundreds of black poison gas grenades from his pocket and hurled them in all directions. In an instant, billowing poisonous fog spread out, withering the vegetation and leaving only deathly silence in its wake.

Seeing this, the master dared not delay and quickly began to wave his large kasaya. As the kasaya moved, a powerful gust of wind suddenly arose, blowing away all the poisonous gas.

Seeing his poison gas blast fail, the man in black roared and once again propelled his flying sword, charging towards the master like a black lightning bolt. In an instant, the distance between them shrank from tens of meters to only about two meters. In a flash, the man in black suddenly pressed a hidden mechanism on his chest, and instantly, tens of thousands of invisible needles rained down on the master like a torrential downpour. These invisible needles were incredibly fast, almost imperceptible.