Fu Baoxing couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the huge waves being calmed by a single palm.
The person who used this technique had unbelievably high magic power. Needless to say, the other party must be a Grotto-Heaven cultivator.
He looked up and saw that behind the huge hand that seemed to support the sky, there was an obscure chaos. It was as if it was covered by thick fog, making it difficult to see what was behind it. He thought to himself, 'Could it be that Tao Zhenren is here?'
Thinking about it carefully, it was highly possible.
The few Grotto-Heaven cultivators of the South Continent were eager for the two sects to fight with the Python Tribe so that they could reap the benefits. They wouldn't come to help.
However, the technique in front of him was very similar to the Mysterious Yellow Dragon Capturing Palm. Other than Tao Zhenren, he couldn't think of anyone else.
The disciples of the Deep Abyss Sect looked at the monstrous power, and their hearts were filled with fear. Their cultivation was not considered weak among the cultivators in the world, but in the face of the power of this magical power that was close to the Weili of Heaven and Earth, they were like sand and dust.
The person who stirred the waves seemed to not want to fight with the person who came. Once the waves were suppressed, the person stopped attacking, and the wind and clouds also calmed down.
At this moment, the clouds in the sky slowly parted, and a handsome black-robed Daoist could be seen in mid-air. His sleeves fluttered in the wind, and below him was a mass of Chaotic Black Fog. It was vast and indistinct, shapeless and formless, as if it was mixed in between heaven and earth.
When Fu Baoxing saw the person who came, his body couldn't help but tremble. He slowly knelt down and kowtowed respectfully, saying with a trembling voice, "Disciple Fu Baoxing greets Master and wishes Master a long life."
When Long Huaishan and the 22 disciples heard this, they realized that the person in front of them was their Grandmaster. They hurriedly knelt down and said in unison, "Disciples of the Deep Abyss Sect greets Grandmaster and wishes Grandmaster a long life."
Zhang Yan looked down and nodded, saying, "Get up."
Fu Baoxing kowtowed again before he stood up and said, "Disciple did not know that benefactor would arrive and was unable to welcome you from afar. Please punish me, benefactor."
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "I also sensed the change in this world, so I used my magic power to teleport here. That Luo Mengze is playing tricks in front of my door. Perhaps he had to go and meet them for a while. Whatever you want to do, just do it. There's no need to care about anything else. "With that said, he waved his sleeve. There was a loud bang. The black mist in the sky rose again. It surged towards the surface of the sea.
Fu Baoxing hurriedly bowed to send him off.
After a long time, Long Huaishan asked cautiously, "Master, has Grandmaster entered the Grotto-Heaven Realm?"
Fu Baoxing turned around. Seeing the looks of anticipation on the faces of his disciples, he nodded his head.
When the disciples saw this, their faces were filled with indescribable excitement.
A Daoist Heavenly Abode could decide the rise and fall of a sect. Their own grandmaster was a Daoist Heavenly Abode, which meant that he could go anywhere in the world. Apart from those enemies of life and death, few people would dare to make things difficult for him. His future path of cultivation would be much wider than that of others.
Fu Baoxing looked calm on the surface, but his heart was actually very excited. However, there was still something to do, so it was not the time to be happy. He suppressed his emotions and said, "With Master's appearance, Luo Mengze should have no time to care about other things. This is a rare opportunity. Pass down my order, the disciples of the Deep Abyss Sect will follow me to kill the Python Tribe's elder, Luo Qiuhong."
All the disciples agreed, and their voices soared into the sky.
In the Deep Abyss Sect, streaks of light flew up from the cliff and gathered in one place, flying towards Xuan Yue Immortal City.
When Zhang Yan arrived at the surface of the sea, he used his magic power to teleport. In just an instant, he arrived on the island where the Python Tribe was entrenched.
The place where the Python Tribe was entrenched was originally the palace of the Celestial Sieve Sect. After hundreds of years of operation, they moved mountains and built land. They had already opened up thousands of small and large islands, scattered all over the sea. There were also formations and restrictions connecting each other.
Not only were there members of the Python Tribe, but there were also many sea demons who heard of their prestige and came from afar to attach themselves to them. Now, there were no less than a million of them, and their momentum was also very strong.
He took a look and gently shook his sleeve.
In an instant, the sky darkened, and the sun and moon disappeared. In the sky, there was a cloud of black fog rolling, spreading for thousands of miles. Within it, there was dense thunder and lightning, and lightning flashed back and forth. Demon cultivators were most afraid of thunder. Seeing this scene, it was like the arrival of a heavenly tribulation, and all of them trembled.
"Daoist Heavenly Abode, Qincang Zhang Yan is here to visit, please come out for a while!
This voice spread far and wide, and could be heard by the land and sea.
"Daoist Heavenly Abode, it's actually a Daoist Heavenly Abode!"
The people below panicked, and the few elders of the Python Tribe were so shocked that their faces turned pale. To be able to create such a world-changing scene, only Daoist Heavenly Abode could do it.
After a moment, they heard a voice on the island, and it also spread for thousands of miles. "Daoist Zhang is a guest from afar, so I will naturally come out to welcome you."
After a short while, they saw black smoke rising from the island, and it went straight into the sky like a tornado. From it, a middle-aged Daoist wearing a wide robe came out.
This person's long eyebrows were raised, and his beard fluttered in front of his chest. His face was handsome, and he was the Python Tribe's old ancestor, Luo Mengze, whom they had met once before.
He came up to greet Zhang Yan and said, "I didn't expect that after hundreds of years, Daoist Zhang is indeed one of us. As expected of the rare genius that Qincang sees in thousands of years."
Zhang Yan returned the greeting and said, "Daoist Heavenly Abode, you flatter me. I don't think I'm a genius, but sometimes, I dare to fight."
Luo Mengze was about to speak again, but at this moment, he suddenly frowned, as if he felt something was wrong. He said, "Daoist Zhang, you are the Shangzhen of the Qincang School's Du Zhen Hall, why are you making things difficult for a junior?"
Zhang Yan smiled faintly and said, "I don't dare. Daoist Zhenren respected me before, so I should return the favor. This is etiquette."
Luo Mengze snorted, and a hint of anger rose in his heart.
Although he tried his best to avoid fighting with the Daoist Heavenly Abode, he was blocked in front of the door, and he couldn't save his own people. If he didn't do something, not only would he lose face, he was afraid that anyone would dare to bully him in the future.
He raised his hand and pointed to the sky, and said, "Since Daoist Zhang is interested, then I will accompany you. However, I can't stretch my limbs here, why don't we go outside the heavens?"
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "Sure."
The two of them looked at each other and leaped up into the sky. In an instant, two vast streams of clear water shot up into the clouds.
Outside the Second Heaven, Luo Mengze stopped in his tracks. He said, "Daoist Zhang, sorry."
His body swayed, and with a rumbling sound, a Dharma Idol rose from behind him. Endless black clouds spread out and filled the air, covering a radius of more than three thousand miles. A horned, black-scaled serpent slithered back and forth in the clouds, stirring up lightning from time to time. There were also thousands of golden snakes following the clouds, looking extremely ferocious.
Zhang Yan smiled. Luo Mengze was indeed called an old demon. On the surface, he spoke politely, but at this moment, he didn't show any mercy in the battle.
One must know that once a cultivator entered the Grotto-Heaven, they would become a breath of essence.
This breath was formed from the cultivator's cultivation, mana, and true essence. It was the foundation of the Grotto-Heaven cultivators.
The essence would not be extinguished. The cultivation would not be reduced. The mana would not be reduced, and life would not be lost.
If the essence disappeared, not only would one's cultivation be unable to advance. It might even disappear.
When one used their mana, they would need to rely on this energy. If they used up too much, they would have to carefully replenish it.
In other words, the more essence one had, the stronger one's mana and abilities would be.
If one wanted to maintain this energy, they could only rely on the Spiritual Cave to support it. Because of this, if normal people didn't have a Spiritual Cave, it would be hard for their cultivation to increase, and it would be hard for their abilities to be displayed.
Luo Mengze was taking advantage of the fact that he had just entered the Grotto-Heaven and his essence energy was still weak. He wanted to use his dharma to suppress him.
Zhang Yan looked at the python charging at him, but he didn't fear it at all. The essence energy might be treasured by other Grotto-Heaven cultivators and they wouldn't dare to waste it. However, he was different. He had reached the Dao and didn't have such worries.
To him, this place was a Spiritual Cave!
With a thought, he displayed his dharma. In an instant, a ball of Xuan Mist rose up and spread for ten thousand miles. It headed forward without retreating at all.
Honglong!
In the sky above the entire Dong Sheng Continent, there was a loud noise that sounded like it was splitting the sky.
Even though they were fighting outside the heavens, the cultivators in the continent felt their minds shaking, and their spiritual opportunity almost couldn't be controlled.
After a while, there were countless gales, lightning, snow, and hail in the sky. In an instant, the four seasons were in chaos, and it was hard to tell the difference between day and night.
At this moment, the expressions of the three Grotto-Heaven's people who were sitting in the South Continent changed. They couldn't sit still anymore and flew into the sky.
Fengxiang Sect's Grotto-Heaven's Gan Shouting's expression was ugly, "How can the two of you fight here? If this goes on, it will ruin Dong Sheng's spiritual opportunity."
He cupped his hands at the other two Grotto-Heaven's Zhenren and said, "Why don't the two of you go with me to persuade them?"
The other two nodded in agreement.
If the Grotto-Heaven's Zhenren didn't care and attacked, it would turn the world upside down and the continent would collapse. This was their place of cultivation, and they didn't want people to mess around like this.
Although Zhang Yan and Luo Mengze were still fighting above the clouds, if they really fought, it would be hard to deal with.
The three of them also flew above the heavens, but they didn't dare to get too close. They just raised their eyes and looked into the distance. They were afraid that if they went forward rashly, they would cause the other party to misunderstand and get involved. If that happened, it would be hard to clean up.
At this moment, they were shocked to find that the python's scales had fallen off, and half of the horns on its head were broken. It looked a little pathetic. On the other hand, the black fog was getting stronger, and it looked like it was going to wrap around it.
Gan Shouting was afraid that if the fight continued, he would persuade them again, so he quickly said loudly, "Zhenren, please calm down. It's not easy for us to cultivate, and it won't benefit anyone if we continue to fight like this. We'll let others take advantage of us, don't you think so? "
As if his words were effective, the python's Dharma shook and returned to its original appearance. It then retracted, and Luo Mengze's figure appeared. He said solemnly, "What do you say, Zhenren Zhang?"
Just now, he had underestimated Zhang Yan's ability and lost the game. Although he knew that if he continued to fight, he would not necessarily lose, but if he continued to pester Zhang Yan, he would be looked down upon by his fellow Daoists. Now that he had a way out, he simply stopped.
Zhang Yan also slowly retracted his Dharma and smiled. "I have no objections."
He had achieved his goal today, so he naturally stopped while he was ahead.
It wasn't easy to kill a Grotto-Heaven's Zhenren, especially after reaching the second level of Grotto-Heaven. Those with profound magic power could open up a Grotto-Heaven, and if they couldn't defeat their opponent, they could hide inside.
Let's not talk about this. Once he falls into a dead end, he can still collapse the continent and make all living beings accompany him in death. Even though he can be unharmed, he may not be able to protect his disciples. Until the time comes to shed all pretense of cordiality, he is not prepared to force him into a dead end.
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