Chapter 38: The Thirteenth True Lord Fights the Giant Eagle

  The twelve Zhenjun faced a great enemy, all of them were calm and quiet. The gongfa of Jingming Dao originally emphasized the cultivation of Qi, so in an instant they formed the Twelve Yuanzhen Formation, trapping their master Mingwang inside.

  With the current Dao achievements of the Twelve True Sovereigns and Xuan Kong, they can be called a group of immortals in later generations. Their magical powers are so strong that even an ordinary Palm Thunderbolt can move mountains and split rocks. If these thirteen people were to take up their old profession as Daoists again, wielding their feather dusters, treading the ring steps, and joining hands to display their spell formations, no one knows how outrageous it would be.

  But Giant Sculpture Ming Wang was neither slow nor fast, he just kept using the golden rod in his hand to chop at Shen Hui True Person and Xuan Kong's head.

  Xuan Kong followed Shen Hui Zhenren, listening to his guidance on the twelve Yuanchen Fa array, and evaded Ju'e Ming Wang's golden staff according to the array method. Ju'e Ming Wang was not surprised either, waiting for them to finish setting up the array, wanting to see what kind of ultimate array the four great heavenly masters of the Heavenly Court had in store.

  Dahong Zhenjun stood still and shouted: "Where is the way of clarity?"

  The other eleven True Lords responded in unison: "With the standard of filial piety and fraternal duty, cultivate it as a magical technique, and make it a necessity to practice!" Xuan Kong saw the majestic power of Jing Ming Dao and couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in his heart. His own Cangshan Sect also had a mountain-protecting formation: the Jiuxiao Yu Lei Great Formation.

  Just watching others' Twelve Yuanchen Formation walk array fluently and operate smoothly, don't know how many times they practiced to subdue countless demons and monsters.

  Reconsidering the Nine Heavens Thunder Formation of our sect, the junior brothers only use it as physical exercise to stay healthy, how can they have the opportunity to subdue demons and evil spirits?

  Can't blame others for their good reputation and fame, but after more than a decade of building the Cangshan Sect, it's still unknown. Just looking at the mentality of the disciples can already distinguish between high and low. This has nothing to do with one's qualifications for cultivation, but rather the mentality of cultivating.

  Others cultivate the Tao for ascension to immortality, while the disciples of Mount Laoshan cultivate the Tao in order to master a few magical techniques to show off in the mortal world.

  This is the gap!

  Xuan Kong opened his eyes wide, as Shen Hui Zhen Ren took over the position of the Rooster in the east, making up his mind to take a good look at the mortal world this time. He wanted to learn from the famous sects and schools, so that he could rebuild the Ceng Mountain Sect into a top-notch immortal mountain gate in the future.

  Xuan Kong clearly saw through the formation's eyes, but Ju Wu Ming Wang fell into the formation and was not afraid.

  The light in front of him suddenly dimmed, as if the space within the formation had detached itself from the world and was now floating independently. The giant statue of Ming Wang let out a cold "heh heh" laugh, this was just some dazzling mist, he didn't know what kind of formation could be set up by Jing Ming Dao.

  But somehow guessed some joints, raised the golden rod and randomly hit it in the direction of the twelve yellow roads.

  These twelve Huang Dao, arranged according to the numbers of Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai, coincidentally align with the array eye of the Jing Ming Dao Twelve Yuan Zhen Fa formation. Da Dong Zhen Jun and Jian Du Zhen Ren neutralized more than half of the attacks with their moves, but a few remaining blows still landed on several other Zhen Juns.

  Each took measures, and it was just resolved.

  Jiuxiao Ming Wang finished a round, holding onto the staff and stabilizing his form. He opened and closed his eyes, flashing golden light in all directions. The space of the formation was boundless, with no up or down, only darkness and emptiness. There was only Jiuxiao Ming Wang standing alone within it.

  If it were some other powerful being from a different tribe of demons that was trapped, they might still be shocked and bewildered.

  However, the true form of the giant sculpture Ming Wang was actually the Golden Eyed Divine Eagle. In the ancient era, countless Honghuang arrays could not stop his pair of golden eyes, and the small Twelve Yuan Zhen array was even more unable to withstand his sharp gaze. Soon, he found the location of the Xuanyi Chicken Array's eye, and with a wave of the Golden Staff in his hand, Ming Wang looked up at the mysterious sky and struck down with a chaotic barrage of staff strikes.

  "Don't panic!" Zhenren Shen Hui and the other true monarchs of Jing Ming Dao didn't know how many times they had practiced their spell arrays, but when they saw the giant statue of Ming Wang approaching, they didn't panic. Instead, they directed Xuan Kong to release a bolt of lightning from the top of his head.

  The true yuan in Xu Kong's body had long been exhausted, and he was only barely standing with the help of Xiao Bai Long's dragon power.

  He followed the direction of Shen Hui Zhen Ren's pointing and looked up, and indeed saw a small colorful flag floating above each of their heads. The flags were made of some unknown material that was neither fabric nor silk, and they fluttered automatically in the space of the formation without any wind.

  Xuan Kong shouted "Good!" and drew out the power of the Jade Dragon's primordial spirit from under his feet, releasing a palm-thunder that shook the flag.

  All that was heard was a loud thunder, and from the golden small flag emerged a large rooster, which turned out to be the ancient demon saint. With a roll on the ground, it transformed into a handsome Taoist, wearing a Hunyuan hat, with two eyes showing a bewildered expression, who was actually the incarnation of the Twenty-Eighth Heavenly Mansion's Jiutian Xuanniao coming to this place.

  The proud rooster appeared, shaking the golden needle in his hand, ready to stab it into the eyes of the giant statue of King Ming.

  The Rooster was also a demon saint who had achieved enlightenment in ancient times, and later became a disciple of the Tianyi Sect's leader. He died in battle during the Great Calamity of the Sealed Gods within the Wanxian Formation. Jiang Ziya, acting on the orders of the Supreme and Yuqing, appointed him as one of the Twenty-Eight Constellation Star Lords, his original cultivation being comparable to that of the Giant Peng Demon King.

  But what has arrived now is not the true self of Ji Kong, but only a strand of his divine spirit.

  How could the mighty Ming Wang tolerate a single strand of his soul being torn apart, causing mutual destruction? With a flick of his staff, he struck the golden needle in the hand of the proud chicken, just as he was about to deliver a crushing blow. But little did he know that behind him, a sinister wind was brewing, and when he turned around, he saw four Taoist priests charging towards him, each wielding their own deadly weapons.

  Bi Yu Xia's crown is shaped like an ancient, rustic tail of fire tiger. The one holding the red tripod and wearing a high crown on his head is Shi Huo Zhu (room fire pig). The one with spiritual clouds covering the sky and earth above his head is Yi Huo She (winged fire snake). The one with arms that can move with the strength of ten thousand kilograms is Zuo Huo Yuan (fire monkey).

  Only the sound of thunder was heard, and the true monarchs guarding each place shook their flags on their heads. Then, the seven star kings, Void Day Mouse, Cow Gold Cow, House Day Rabbit, Kang Gold Dragon, Star Day Horse, Ghost Gold Sheep, and Lou Gold Dog, jumped out. These twelve star kings transformed back into their true bodies, and wave after wave of strange beasts roared, with waves of air rolling everywhere towards the giant eagle Ming Wang.

  "Is it you?" The face of Jin Wang, the Golden Eyed Divine Eagle, tightened and transformed back into its true form, entwining with the Twelve Star Lords in a ball.

  "How is this formation?" Shen Hui Zhenren was pleased with himself, and since he discovered that his own cultivation was not as good as the young man in front of him, he had been thinking of ways to regain face. Now that he had the Jing Ming Dao's ultimate technique, the Hu Shan Formation, he felt refreshed and revitalized.

  "You've betrayed me!" Xuan Kong gritted his teeth and said.

  The next day, the chicken transformed in an instant, and its true yuan was completely drained, just like a mouse falling into a bottle of fragrant oil, not a single drop left. The Immortal God Hui was comfortable watching from the side, while he himself had been overloading his output of true yuan.

  Just looking at the true yuan crazy, the twelve-star lord transformed into a giant beast actually stably suppressed the giant carving Ming Wang, and Xu Kong himself was also delighted.

  "Moooo!" A loud bellow, yet it was impossible to see the refined and elegant appearance of the true body of the cultivator. When fighting, however, he became ferociously abnormal. He directly extracted his own divine soul and poured it into the Bull Gold Bull's divided body, replacing the Bull Gold Bull's divided consciousness as he charged into close combat.

  Xuankong looked at Niu Jinniu's crazed expression and took a deep breath: "I've always heard people say, 'The more refined one appears, the more ferocious they become when torn apart.' Who would have thought that the more refined someone looks, the more frenzied they become? Has he been infected with the mad cow disease?"

  Xuán Kōng subconsciously touched his head, fortunately, he didn't have a fever, and he was still some distance away from being infected with mad cow disease. The fully automatic spell array was great, as long as he maintained the output of his true yuan, he didn't have to do anything else. With the help of his second yuan spirit, Xiao Bai Long, Xuán Kōng stood beside Shén Huì True Person and gazed into the array together, only missing sitting on a cloud with his legs crossed, drinking tea and shouting "good".