Cultivation: Fortune by Lots

Chapter 834: Chapter 326: As Long as I Live, You Will Always Be the Loser! (Double-Length Chapter)

But at this moment, Ye Dongming still gritted his teeth and wielded another one of his life-bound magical treasures, the Wind Rain Yi Wood Divine Needle, and other lifebound magical artifacts to join the battle.

Wearing the Jade Bone Armor of Li Yuanyuan, with mana circulating, countless bone fragments as white as jade scattered in mid-air, forming a formation of shields to block the attacks of the Wind Rain Yi Wood Divine Needle from Ye Dongming.

Ye Dongming didn’t have the luxury to regret the unsuccessful attack or find another angle of attack; his figure quickly dodged to the side.

A gigantic skeleton demon lord, over thirty feet tall, appeared at Ye Dongming’s previous location, its bone claws fiercely grabbing down, missing because Ye Dongming had dodged.

But another gigantic skeleton demon lord approached from a different direction to encircle him.

Ye Dongming was injured, having lost his important protective magical treasure, the Snow Peak Umbrella, and still had to face the demonic tunes of Li Yuanyuan’s Soul-Attracting Bell, making him narrowly escape danger with the skeleton demon lord closing in.

And so, of such skeleton demons, there were a total of eight.

Originating from the lifebound magic artifact of another Inner Mount Shu Elder, Mu Sheng, the Eight Desolation White Bone Beads.

Usually resembling a string of beads, each bead was a miniature skeleton.

But now, when deployed, they turned into eight white bone demon lords, each with formidable strength.

Just these eight, combined with the sound of Li Yuanyuan’s Soul-Attracting Bell, instantly made An Zhiyu and the others’ formation appear less thin.

Aside from restraining the remaining Seventh Heavenly Layer elders on the Summit, Li Yuanyuan and Mu Sheng both watched the other battlefield with sinister glances, ready to act like hungry ghosts waiting to devour someone.

There, Zhou Zheng, leader of the four, was fighting a duel with the current Mount Shu Sect Leader of Great Tang, Zhang Taigang.

The magic treasures each side relied on were...

The North Abyss Divine Spear, fiercely opposing the South Bright Separation Fire Cauldron.

The Shu Mountain Practitioners on the Great Tang side all grew pale with anger.

Opposite, Inner Mount Shu Elder Zhou Zheng sat calmly cross-legged beneath a black long banner.

He didn’t combine his own immortal soul with the magic treasure like An Zhiyu and Li Yuanyuan but guarded the long banner, meditating quietly.

And above the long banner, amidst the thick black clouds, stood a figure that seemed somewhat ethereal.

The figure looked grim, expressionless, and its gaze seemed dazed.

However, to the Shu Mountain Practitioners of the Great Tang Realm, the other party’s appearance was far too familiar from various portraits.

His name was Wang Kun, long deceased for over a thousand years, a forebear ancestral master in the history of the Shu Mountain Sect in the Great Tang Realm.

The greatest legacy he left for the Great Tang’s Shu Mountain Sect was one of the Six Harmonies Treasures of the current Great Tang Shu Mountain, the North Abyss Divine Spear.

And now, what made the disciples of the Great Tang Shu Mountain gasp was that the North Abyss Divine Spear had "returned to its original owner."

The strange black banner, known as the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, was one of the treasures of the Inner Mount Shu in the Netherworld, part of the foundation of the faction.

Containing thousands of souls, it was extremely terrifying and sinister.

Zhou Zheng was not the real master of the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls; this time, he asked the treasured artifact to descend upon the Mortal World for suppression.

Initially, it was only the emergence of countless souls, resembling an apocalyptic scene.

When Zhang Taigang fought the evil beings with the North Abyss Divine Spear, only then did Zhou Zheng and the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls reveal their full intentions.

Inside the banner, there appeared to be the evil soul of Wang Kun.

The North Abyss Divine Spear was like thrusting into a swamp, only to be suddenly seized by the opponent.

On one hand, the treasure changed hands; on the other, the ancestor was desecrated.

The people of the Great Tang Shu Mountain Sect were almost driven to spitting blood in anger.

"The immortal soul of Ancestor Wang suffered such a calamity. What about other ancestors and predecessors..." whispered a trembling Shu Mountain disciple in rage.

Ji Chuan, riding on his sword, intercepted an attack from a white bone demon lord, sternly shouted: "Do not disturb your mind, it’s rare for a practitioner of Ancestor Wang’s cultivation level to have his soul enter the Netherworld."

The Shu Mountain practitioner suddenly came to his senses.

If every generation’s souls of Shu Mountain ancestors were also restrained, the scene would not be what it is now.

It’s just unfortunate that Grandmaster Wang Kun suffered such calamity.

Zhang Taigang was equally furious, but for now, he had to forcibly stabilize his mind and engage the enemy with the South Bright Separation Fire Cauldron.

Although the South Bright Separation Fire Cauldron was not a renowned killing treasure, its fierce firepower was equally impressive and could not be underestimated.

Zhou Zheng and the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, having just seized the North Abyss Divine Spear, faced several inconveniences and could not fully unleash its power. For the time being, Zhang Taigang could still hold on by wielding the South Bright Separation Fire Cauldron.

Yet, he felt anxious as on the other side, Li Yuanyuan and Mu Sheng were already beginning to approach.

Fortunately, at this moment, a bright azure sword light flew across the sky.

It was Zhang Dongyuan returning with the Blue Abyss Sword.

With one slash of his sword, he immediately suppressed the somewhat unwieldy North Abyss Divine Spear.

Zhou Zheng and the other Inner Mount Shu elders were not angered by this but instead had their eyes lit up collectively: "The Blue Abyss Sword of the White Eyebrow Ancestral Master!"

This was what they desired most, even more than the North Abyss Divine Spear and the South Bright Separation Fire Cauldron.

"Inner Mount Shu Disciple Zhou Zheng, respectfully invites the Ancestral Master’s Sword." Originally sitting cross-legged beneath the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, Zhou Zheng suddenly stood up, shaking the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Beneath the summit, the Void Gateway leading to the Netherworld trembled.

The Water of Wangchuan surged backward again, overflowing through the Void Gate.

Simultaneously, this time the Wangchuan Netherworld rose, with bizarre bi-colored light shining.

Next, like an angry spring, the bi-colored brilliance rushed upwards, suddenly piercing through the summit that lacked a solid Mountain Defense Array.

It was as if the Nine Springs were charging into the Mortal World.

This bizarre bi-colored light, taking advantage of the North Abyss Divine Spear being entangled with the Blue Abyss Sword, actually wrapped around the Blue Abyss Sword. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Zhang Dongyuan attempted to retrieve it, the blue sword light flickered, but surprisingly didn’t move, temporarily frozen mid-air.

Zhou Zheng shook the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls once more.

Within the black clouds on the banner, the Evil Soul of the old Taoist had a blank face and vacant eyes, but the manipulated North Abyss Divine Spear was agile, breaking free from the Blue Abyss Sword and immediately reversed to stab at the South Bright Separation Fire Cauldron.

North Abyss Mysterious Ice and South Bright Separation Fire began clashing incessantly.

The mysterious ice couldn’t completely freeze the fire force, while the fire couldn’t expand.

"Your heritage is weak, powerless to wield such treasures, better give them to us." Zhou Zheng shook the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, the black clouds expanded, attempting to seize the Blue Abyss Sword.

Simultaneously, Li Yuanyuan and Mu Sheng directly abandoned the grievously wounded, unable to continue, Ye Dongming, heading toward the South Bright Separation Fire Cauldron.

But, at that moment.

In the distant sky, a faint trace of purple light appeared suddenly and vanished instantly.

Like a purple star flickering in the air.

Zhou Zheng and the others immediately had a dramatic change in expression.

Between heaven and earth, a deep humming seemed to resonate.

In the next instant, the purple light reappeared, already on the black cloud at the top of the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls!

The old Taoist’s Evil Soul seemed to be split in two by a purple lightning descending from the sky!

At this moment, Wang Kun’s expression finally became more lively, showing no signs of pain but instead smiling, and then vanished with the wind.

The purple light piercing through the Cave Heavens over the summit directly smashed an entire mountain ridge behind.

In the midst of flying dust, a simple and ancient long sword was slanted into the ground.

Ziwei...

Has the Ziwei Sword returned to Mount Shu?

Just as the thought emerged in everyone’s mind, an arrogant and exuberant voice echoed:

"Who dares say Mount Shu is deserted?"

Before the person arrived, the voice already did.

Then they saw a few flickers of light in the sky once more.

Next, a succession of seven sword lights all descended like meteorites, breaking through the air!

The target directed at Zhou Zheng, the leader among Inner Mount Shu Sect!

As the Ziwei Sword had just passed through, the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls was slightly deviated.

Zhou Zheng couldn’t use the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls for protection, but fortunately, his life-bound magical treasure automatically protected without needing him to give a thought.

A seemingly petite, all-black Pill Furnace appeared, growing in the wind, instantly transforming into a Pill Furnace over two zhang tall, shielding Zhou Zheng.

The Pill Furnace emitted black fumes, generating abundant black mist, within which numerous faces appeared, all crying out in unison, intimidating the spirit.

But just after half a cry, everything abruptly halted.

"Boom!"

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!!"

All sounds were cut off by the fierce clash of metal and the explosion of thunder fire.

The sword light fell continuously, instantly piercing several holes through the giant pure black Pill Furnace!

All seven sword lights had not fully penetrated when the Pill Furnace was already battered to pieces.

The seven flying swords that penetrated the Pill Furnace all aimed at Zhou Zheng who tried to evade, pinning this Inner Mount Shu Elder of the Eighth Layer of Heavenly Realm completely to the ground.

The momentum of the swords did not cease, directly piercing through the rock below, also completely tearing and shattering Zhou Zheng’s Immortal Soul.

Under the explosive thunder fire, any yin energy was also completely cleansed away.

For a moment, the inside and outside of the summit were deathly quiet.

Whether the Shu Mountain Sect practitioners or the descendants of Huangquan Inner Mount Shu, all were staring wide-eyed towards the direction from where the sword light came.

There, "Chen Donglou" stood with hands behind, overlooking the summit.