Before Sun Wukong could finish his sentence, he heard a creak. The door of the Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars opened, and an immortal child walked out. He was wearing a blue shirt and had a strange appearance. He was different from the rest, and he was holding a huge clapper board.
When the immortal child came out, he shouted, "Is there anyone who wants to visit the Dao?"
Yang Ye secretly used detection and the transformation of the Round Turtle, but they were all useless. However, based on the Qi observation technique recorded in the Taiping Technique, although the immortal child's temperament was good, his cultivation and divine powers were shallow. He was at most a Qi Refinement cultivator who had transcended two or three Heavenly Tribulations. There was only one explanation for why he could escape Yang Ye's deduction: there was someone behind him, and his cultivation and divine powers were far superior to Yang Ye's.
"I wonder if Patriarch Subodhi in this plot world is related to Daoist Zhunti, who was framed by the Heavenless Demon Lord and died." Yang Ye was secretly moved and began to think.
At this moment, Sun Wukong stepped forward and bowed. "Immortal child, I am a disciple who is here to seek the Dao." Then, he pointed at Yang Ye and Bai Suzhen and introduced, "These two are my sworn brother and sister. I'm indebted to them for escorting me here."
The immortal child smiled and said, "In the morning, Master was ascending the altar to preach when his heart suddenly throbbed. He told me to open the door and said that there were three fated people outside. One of them might become a fellow disciple, so he asked me to receive them seriously."
"Little monkey, this person who might become a fellow disciple must be you, right?" The immortal child's eyes were bright as he looked over.
Before Sun Wukong could answer, Yang Ye said, "Of course it's him. My brother, Patriarch Xinmu, has been virtuous for a long time. Please fulfill his wish, immortal child."
The immortal child hurriedly said, "Sure. Patriarch has already instructed. Please enter together."
Just like that, Yang Ye, Sun Wukong, and Bai Suzhen all straightened their clothes.
They followed the elegant immortal child into the depths of the Cave Abode. Along the way, they passed through layers of deep pavilions. As soon as they entered the Pearl Palace, they felt an endless immortal aura. It was truly a rare otherworldly paradise. It was comparable to Rivendell in the Lord of the Rings world, Wuling Peach Garden in the Three Kingdoms world, and the Emerald Dream in the negative plane of Azeroth.
Walking to the end of the quiet room, he saw a magnificent and towering Jade Pavilion. He saw a Patriarch sitting on it, served by six male and female immortals. They had different appearances and postures. Together with the immortal child and the Patriarch, they formed the words "male and female, old and young, rich and poor".
Yang Ye didn't care about the others, but when he saw two of the six people, he immediately sucked in a breath of cold air. One of them was dressed like a beggar. His face was dark, and he wore a golden headband on his bald head. His beard was messy, and his eyes were wide open. He limped on a crutch and carried a large red gourd on his back.
The other one was extremely muscular. He was eight feet tall and had a large waist. His hair was combed into a double-clawed bun. He was bare-chested and held a palm-leaf fan in his hand.
Yang Ye had been through hundreds of battles, he had encountered countless opponents. Judging from their Qi, if they were to compare their Qi Practitioners' level, they would be no match for these two. They were all true Golden Immortals who had transcended five Heavenly Tribulations. Compared to the Three-Eyed Devil Donkey who relied on faith to extract energy from the Godhead, the Flower Crusher who relied on the Blood God's Son's absorption technique to plunder and Xuanyuan Chenglong's Yin to replenish his Yang, the Flower Crusher's method was completely different.
"Oh no, we've been tricked." Yang Ye suddenly came to a realization. Although the Spirit Return Saber did not have any omen, and the Round Turtle's sense of danger did not show any signs of life, he was still sure that he was about to face the most terrifying and dangerous threat since his debut.
"You guys are so unreasonable. You actually used the name of Patriarch Subhuti to tarnish the reputation of the Great Master. Take my sword!" Yang Ye made a prompt decision and attacked first to gain the upper hand. The Nether Sword Ghost's Gate was unsheathed, and the Sword of Heroism arrived first, slashing straight at the Jade Pavilion.
"How dare you, thief! You're about to die, and you still dare to be fierce." The six immortals below the platform, including the fairy child who had led them here, were furious. They channeled their Celestial Core Power and waved their iron crutches, banana fans, fishing drums, lotus flowers, and other magic treasures. Brilliant lights shot out in all directions and collided head-on with the Ghost's Gate sword. After a series of banging sounds, the two groups separated.
"Hahahaha …" At this moment, a fierce and bold laughter sounded from the Jade Pavilion. The person who had pretended to be Patriarch Subhuti saw that the six of them could not resist Yang Ye, so he gently wiped his face and immediately changed his appearance, revealing his true appearance. It was a handsome young Taoist with a jade-like face, thick eyebrows, tiger-like eyes, and a long beard. He carried a pair of swords on his back and wore a Chaos Eight Trigrams Robe. "Heretic Yang Ye, you've come at the right time. There's a path to heaven, but you didn't take it. Instead, you barged into hell. Don't think that you can escape from us by reversing time and traveling to the past."
As he spoke, the young Taoist took out a map and shook it gently. It turned into a golden bridge, revealing a five-colored light that illuminated the mountains and rivers. He flew to the bridge and provoked, "Heretic, now that your path of retreat is cut off, you can no longer use lightness techniques or magic teleportation to escape. Why don't you just obediently accept your death!"
Yang Ye's eyes were as sharp as torches. When he saw the golden bridge appear, he guessed the origin of this treasure. After all, he was familiar with the Investiture of the Gods. How could he not know that this was the all-encompassing treasure of Taishang Laojun, the Tai Chi Diagram that split the earth and the sky, cleansing the turbidity, and stabilizing the earth, water, fire, and wind. Even if he was given a hundred guts, he would not dare to run onto this bridge to die.
Because he recognized the Tai Chi Diagram, and combined with the appearance of the eight immortals who pretended to be Patriarch Subhuti, Yang Ye also figured out their true identity. They were clearly the punishers under the Dao Ancestor Saint, the enemies of destiny of the Savior, and the key figures in the death of Heavenly King Wu Dao Ran Min.
The young Taoist with a sword on his back who pretended to be Patriarch Subhuti was the reincarnation of Emperor Dong Hua, one of the Four Imperials of the Heavenly Courts, Lu Dongbin.
The crippled and ugly bald beggar was the leader of the Eight Immortals, the direct disciple of the Dao Ancestor Taishang Laojun, Mr. Iron Crutch, Li Xuan.
The other bare-chested burly man with a beautiful fan was also a giant among the Eight Immortals, the founder of the Quanzhen Sect, Zhengyang Zi, and Mr. Yunfang, Zhongli Quan, also known as Han Zhongli.
As for the other five, there was He Xiangzi, who was as beautiful as a fairy and held a lotus flower in her hand; Zhang Guolao, who had a ruddy complexion and white hair, who rode a donkey backwards and hugged a fishing drum; Han Xiangzi, who was dressed in a green robe and a Confucian headscarf, who played the flute; Cao Guojiu, who had a jade belt around his waist, wore an official's robe, and held a sandalwood Yunyang board in his hand. As for the immortal guide, he was naturally the weakest of the Eight Immortals, Lan Caihe.
They were the Punishers of the Eastern District, the Immortals of the Upper Eight Caves!
With the threat of a strong enemy, Yang Ye did not dare to underestimate them. Just as he was thinking of a countermeasure, the Monkey King, Sun Wukong, let out a long roar. He used the Drifting Clouds and Smoke movement technique that he had just learned and waved the golden rod that he had taken from Shenyang Gong. He swung it straight at Lu Dongbin who was on the golden bridge and roared, "Damned demon, eat my rod!"
Speaking of which, it was strange. The golden light barrier of the Taiji Painting could not stop Sun Wukong's rod. The Thousand Pound Rod Technique was like an extension of his arm, and he lifted it as if it was light. He used the ultimate skill of "earth-shattering".
However, Lu Dongbin was not an ordinary person. He spat out a sword pill from his mouth, which turned into a flying sword and firmly blocked the golden rod. At the same time, he pointed his finger at the distance and scolded, "Get out of my way, you wild monkey!"
Sun Wukong did not know what was good for him and still wanted to attack Lu Dongbin's finger wind. Yang Ye saw that the situation was not good and used the 24 Styles of the Gallant Traveler's Skill of Telekinesis to the point of perfection. He suddenly formed a big hand and dragged the golden monkey back from behind.
"Wukong, don't be reckless …"
Before he could finish his words, he saw a quiet pavilion behind Sun Wukong being shot by Lu Dongbin's finger wind. In an instant, it turned into a pile of yellow gold.
It was the secret technique of Xuandu, Midas Touch, which was ten thousand times more powerful than the Midas Touch skill of the alchemy warlocks in the World of Warcraft. It could permanently change the form of matter, which was comparable to the magic artifact magicians in the World of Harry Potter. Moreover, the casting speed was silent and instantaneous.
At the same time, Fairy He unfolded the lotus flower. The fragrance of the flower surged, refreshing the mind and making people sleepy. Han Xiangzi played the flute. The sound waves turned into real swords and slashed across the air. Bai Suzhen pouted and took out a treasure from her arms. It was the Cauldron of Yu that she borrowed from Ling Kuang.
The Cauldron of Yu was opened, and the primitive aura surged, sucking in all the sound blades and fragrance of the flowers.
On the other side, Yang Ye released his Chivalrous Incarnation, Zhao Yun. He held the Draining Spring Divine Spear and jumped out on the Red Hare. He met Han Zhongli on the narrow path. Han Zhongli was also a military general in his early years. He went on an expedition to the barbarians of the Western Region. His reputation spread far and wide. When he met a good general like Zhao Yun, he immediately felt competitive. He swallowed the banana fan into his stomach and used a long sword to jump up and fight.
The spear and sword clashed, and the wind and clouds shuttled. Zhao Yun used the Iron Blood Sorrowful Spear Art, and Han Zhongli used the Heaven Evasion Sword Art. If the deities of the Eight Caves were to compete in martial arts, Han Zhongli was the strongest except for Lu Dongbin. The other six deities couldn't defeat the two of them even if they worked together. Han Zhongli's Heaven Evasion Sword Art wasn't inferior to Fire-dragon Immortal. When he used his full strength, the bloody sword light shuttled back and forth. It was hard to tell if it was real or fake, and it was as powerful as wind and thunder.
Zhao Yun was careless and his left shoulder was hit by the sword. It directly split open his Mighty Body and broke his Unparalleled Qi, and he was slashed until he was bleeding. Han Zhongli laughed and mocked, "Heresy, so this is all you can do …"
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yun raised his right hand and the Black Tortoise Shield turned into a golden brick. It circled in an arc and fell on Han Zhongli's forehead. With a bang, even though he was a Five Tribulation Golden Immortal, he was still hit by the Samadhi Fire and almost became brain-damaged.
On the other side, Yang Ye shook his body and the image of the Nine-Colored Divine Deer rose behind his back. He used his legs as hands and kicked nine times. The crisp sound of the kicks didn't stop. Han Xiangzi, Lan Caihe, Cao Guojiu, and Zhang Guolao who were nearby were kicked away at the same time. When they fell down, their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen beyond recognition. Before they could use their signature magic treasures such as the Cave Flute, Flower Basket, Fishing Drum, and Jade Plate, they were all suppressed by the golden light of the Nine-Colored Divine Deity and shot into the dust.
Seeing her fellow Daoists suffering one after another, He Xiangu couldn't help but feel anger rising in her heart. Evil came from the side of her guts, and she decided to use her trump card. Thereupon she took out an iron sand as small as a mustard seed from her leather pouch.
"Heresy, don't be so arrogant. I'll let you see my power."
At this time, the Iron Sand in He Xiangu's hand suddenly flew out and fell on the ground. In an instant, the whole Slanting Moon Cave became a land of sand and sand. Except for Zhao Yun who was flying on the Red Hare to fight against Han Zhongli, Yang Ye, Sun Wukong, and Bai Suzhen's feet were stuck in the sand.
Sun Wukong and Bai Suzhen wanted to struggle, but as soon as they lifted their left foot, their right foot sank in again. Before they could pull their right foot out, their left foot sank even deeper. Just as they were at their wits' end, Yang Ye operated the Nine Transformations Origin Technique and used the Seven Transformations Transformation. He turned into a divine beast with a dragon head, a horse's body, and unicorn's feet.
It was the Nine Revolutions Origin Technique's Pixiu Transformation.
The Pixiu divine beast could swallow all things and never leak. It attracted wealth and treasures and had supernatural powers.
The Pixiu that Yang Ye transformed into opened its mouth and sucked gently. The sand on the ground was sucked into its mouth. Immediately, all the poison was eliminated and turned into pure Celestial Core Power.
"Achoo!" After breaking the sand trap, Yang Ye returned to his original form and spat out something from his mouth. It was the Iron Sand that was as small as a mustard seed. It was a high-grade divine weapon given by the Ninth Heaven Fairy to He Xiangu. It had once suppressed the Laojun's mount and also made the Three-Eyed Demon Donkey who coveted her beauty suffer. But now, it was changed.
"He Xiangu, thank you for your generous gift. This treasure is really good." Yang Ye played with the Iron Sand while showing off to the Eight Immortals. Finally, Lu Dongbin, Tie Guai Li, and He Xiangu attacked crazily.
Among the Eight Immortals, Lu Dongbin's martial arts was the highest. Mr. Tie Guai Li's Taoist skill was the most profound. And He Xiangu was full of divine weapons. Even after losing the Mysterious Fairy Iron Sand, she still had the Golden Needle Thread. Yang Ye suddenly pulled out the Nether Sword Ghost Gate. Sword Qi rushed to the sky and fearlessly faced the strong enemy.
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