Chapter 214: First Enlightenment of the Sutra of Transmutation and Freedom

Yang Ling saw the blazing rain of fire coming towards him, and he dodged the catastrophic attack easily.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the hot air like a fleeting phantom. Even if the attack of the three-legged golden crow was fierce, it could not touch him at all.

At this moment, the surface of the lava sea suddenly churned up, as if some huge monster was about to break out of the sea.

With an earth-shaking roar, a powerful aura rose from the depths of the magma, and the figure of the Bifang demon god emerged from the magma.

There were no signs of burns on his body from the lava, and it was obvious that the lava had no effect on him.

After seeing Yang Ling, his eyes instantly became as sharp as a knife, and he looked straight at him, his eyes full of surprise and vigilance.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the secret realm of my demon clan?" the Bifang demon god asked in a deep voice.

Facing Bifang Demon God's questioning, Yang Ling calmly introduced himself, "I am Yang Ling, a disciple of the Human Cult. I came here today only to investigate the movements of the demon tribe in this place.

Bifang Demon God, why are you coming here instead of staying in Uttarakuru? What do you want to plan here?
And what's going on with this three-legged golden crow? Tell me the truth immediately!"

Hearing this, Bifang Demon God frowned. He obviously did not expect to meet a disciple of the Human Sect here. He looked at Yang Ling, as if he was assessing Yang Ling's strength.

“Humph, a disciple of the Human Religion…” Bifang Demon God’s voice was filled with disdain. He stared at Yang Ling with sharp eyes and said coldly, “You are just an impostor. How dare you act so arrogantly in front of me? Get out of this secret realm right now!

Otherwise, I will personally take action and make sure you never come back!"

Hearing this, Yang Ling showed a hint of sneer on his face and responded contemptuously: "You can try and see if you can make me come but never return!"

When Bifang Demon God heard this, he was immediately enraged. The magma around his body rolled, as if responding to his anger: "Even if you are really a disciple of the Human Sect, so what? This is the secret realm of my demon clan. What does it have to do with you as a disciple of the Human Sect!"

Yang Ling sneered and said, "After the war between wizards and demons, the saints ordered the remaining demons not to leave Northern Juluzhou!

Now that you, the Bifang demon god, have come to the Southern Continent to plot something bad, of course I have to come and take a look. "

As soon as these words came out, the face of the Bifang Demon God suddenly turned ugly. It was obvious that Yang Ling's words touched his sore spot.

He originally thought that this secret realm was remote, but he didn't expect to run into Yang Ling unexpectedly.

The atmosphere of confrontation between the two became increasingly tense, and the rolling of the lava sea became increasingly violent, seemingly foreshadowing that a major war was about to break out.

The three-legged golden crow circled in the air, its blazing flaming eyes fixed on the two men, as if waiting for the signal to fight.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Bifang demon god, and his voice was as piercing as ice: "Do you think I can't see it? Your disciple is just a fake!

Your real purpose is nothing more than coveting the treasures in my demon clan’s secret realm!
Today, I will teach you a lesson and let you know that this secret place is not a place that ordinary people like you can get involved in!"

Hearing this, Yang Ling sneered. He knew that Bifang Demon God was just looking for an excuse to attack, but this excuse was too lame.

He thought to himself that although the Bifang demon god was quite powerful, he was still not without a chance of winning if he really fought him.

At this moment, the magma around the body of Bifang Monster God suddenly exploded, and he turned into a dazzling light, rushing towards Yang Ling at an elusive speed. Yang Ling saw the opponent coming fiercely, and his heart trembled. He immediately used the "Xing" secret technique to avoid this fatal blow.

However, the speed of the Bifang demon god was too fast, and Yang Ling had just moved before he could dodge. He only felt a huge force suddenly attacking him, followed by a pain in his chest, and the whole person was blown away like a kite with a broken string.

Yang Ling's body drew an arc in the air and landed heavily on a rock not far away. He endured the pain and stood up quickly, staring at the Bifang demon god with a serious look.

Seeing this, Bifang Demon God showed a smug smile on his face. He strode over, his voice full of sarcasm: "With just this little ability, you dare to come to my demon clan secret realm and act wild?
Today, I will make you completely disappear in this sea of ​​magma!"

The figure of the Bifang demon god moved left and right in Yang Ling's field of vision, at such a fast speed that it seemed as if even the air was torn apart, making a sharp sound of breaking wind.

Yang Ling's eyes could hardly catch his movements, and he could only rely on sensing to determine the other party's position.

But the speed of Bifang Demon God was extraordinary. Every time Yang Ling thought he had captured him, Bifang Demon God disappeared on the spot like a phantom, making Yang Ling's attack fail.

Seeing the Bifang demon god once again transformed into a stream of light and attacked him, Yang Ling knew that hiding alone would not solve the crisis. He took a deep breath, immersed his mind, and whispered: "One thought, the flower blooms, and the king rules the world."

As soon as he finished speaking, the magma world underground seemed to sense something, and countless fiery red fairy flowers bloomed instantly. Each flower was Yang Ling's shadow, and each shadow contained his power.

Yang Ling's true body was hidden in the rain of flowers. Every flower exuded a dazzling light, as if the real Yang Ling was hiding among them.

The attack of the Bifang demon god fell on these flowers, only causing the petals to fly away, but it could not touch Yang Ling at all.

In the rain of flowers, Yang Ling was like an emperor standing high above, making people dare not look directly at him. His figure shuttled between the petals, and every time he appeared, he was filled with irresistible majesty, as if he was the master of this magma world.

A trace of fear rose involuntarily in the heart of the Bifang demon god. Although he was very fast, he couldn't find a target to attack in this rain of flowers.

Every time he thought he had caught Yang Ling's true self, the next moment he would find out that it was just an illusion of a flower.

A hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of the Bifang demon god. He didn't understand why he would have such an idea of ​​not daring to confront a human cultivator.

He roared angrily, trying to scatter the flowers with his voice, but the fairy flowers seemed to be rooted in the void and did not move at all.

"He does have some skills."

A pair of green wings appeared behind the Bifang demon god. He leaned forward slightly, and the pair of wings suddenly fluttered violently.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth were filled with wind and clouds, and countless sword rains poured down like a torrential rain, slashing at the blooming immortal flowers. A sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly rang out in the air, and then countless sword rains fell like a violent storm, each of which contained the power to destroy everything.

Yang Ling frowned, and his heart sank as he saw those fairy flowers being shattered one after another under the rain of swords.

The move of the Bifang demon god was obviously intended to destroy all the immortal flowers at once. This comprehensive offensive indeed put a great pressure on him.

But Yang Ling did not panic, his eyes were still calm and determined. He put his middle finger and index finger together, as if he was drawing an invisible picture in the air.

As he moved, an inconspicuous grass emerged in the void, its leaves gently flipping, and each flip seemed to refract sword lights.

Seeing this, Bifang Demon God couldn't help but sneer, thinking that Yang Ling's move was just bluffing. However, the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

The leaves of that small grass suddenly flipped to the extreme, revealing a thick sword light that pierced the sky and the earth. This sword light seemed to be able to cut through time and space and level all obstacles.

It drew a dazzling trajectory in the air and slashed directly at the dense rain of swords. In front of this sword light, the sword rain of the Bifang demon god was like fragile glass encountering hard diamonds, shattering one after another and turning into dots of light that dissipated in the air.

The sword light did not diminish and continued to chop towards the Bifang demon god. Wherever it passed, even the magma was split in two, as if even the stars could be cut down by this sword.

The Bifang demon god's face suddenly changed. He never thought that Yang Ling could actually perform such a terrifying attack. He knew that if he didn't retreat, he would be in great danger. The blue wings vibrated violently again, and his figure turned into a blue light, and he retreated rapidly, trying to avoid the sharp edge of the sword.

But the sword light followed him like a shadow, and he couldn't get rid of it. The Bifang demon god roared, and a layer of blue flames suddenly appeared around his body.

That is the Nanming Lihuo, the legendary divine fire, so blazing that it can burn everything.

Blue flames burned around the Bifang demon god, forming a flame barrier. The sword light slashed on the flame barrier, emitting a dazzling light. The flame and sword light melted into each other, and there was a temporary stalemate.

At this moment, the Bifang demon god took the opportunity to counterattack, turning the blue flame into a fire dragon and fiercely attacked Yang Ling.

Yang Ling saw the fire dragon rushing towards him. Its speed was so fast that he had nowhere to hide. He could only bite the bullet and wave his dragon-catching hand to meet it.

He only felt an extremely hot force enveloping him, and his right hand was stained with the blue flame. The flame seemed to have its own life, and it could not be extinguished, and it continued to spread to his whole body.

Yang Ling's face suddenly changed. He knew that if the Nanming Lihuo spread, he would face a huge crisis. He did not hesitate and suddenly cut off his right hand from the wrist.

The hand corroded by flames fell down, and as it flew towards the magma, the flames burned even more fiercely. When it reached the edge of the magma, the hand had turned into ashes, and disappeared into the magma along with the terrifying Nanming Lihuo.

Yang Ling stood there, and his severed right hand grew back quickly, with no difference from before.

"Very decisive!" Bifang Demon God praised: "But you are still a long way from defeating me!"

A trace of determination flashed in Yang Ling's eyes. He knew that he had to go all out in this battle no matter what. He took a deep breath and silently recited the word "fight" in his heart.

Following his thoughts, a black flame surged out of his body and quickly covered his entire body. This black flame was derived from the power of "melting the fruit of the Tao", churning on the surface of his body, forming an indestructible shield.

When the Southern Ming Lihuo encountered the black flame, it was like it encountered its natural enemy and was soon completely dissolved. Yang Ling's body regained its freedom again, and his eyes revealed a sharpness that he had never seen before.

When Bifang Demon God saw this, his expression suddenly changed, and his eyes revealed deep shock: "This is... the Dao Fruit of Dragon Nephew Demon God! How could you have this trick?!"

Yang Ling did not answer, he knew that he had no way out at this moment. His body was wrapped in black flames, as if he had transformed into a black god of war, with an imposing aura.

The two fought again, and the Bifang Demon God's attacks became even more violent, and each move contained the power to destroy the heaven and earth.

Although Yang Ling was protected by the black flame, the power of the Bifang Demon God was too strong. Every time he attacked, Yang Ling felt tremendous pressure.

The battle lasted for a while, and the attacks of the Bifang Demon God became more and more fierce. Yang Ling had to focus all his attention on defense.

Although the black flame could resist the Nanming Lihuo, it seemed powerless against the full-strength attack of the Bifang demon god.

Each attack of the Bifang demon god carried the power of a violent storm. Yang Ling was beaten back step by step, and the black flames on his body began to show flaws.

As the battle progressed, the attacks of the Bifang Demon God became more and more fierce, and Yang Ling's situation became more and more dangerous.

Upon seeing this, the Bifang demon god sneered. He knew that as long as he tried harder, he would be able to completely defeat this unexpected opponent in front of him.

A pair of dark blue wings appeared behind him, and his figure once again turned into a beam of green light, rushing towards Yang Ling with endless murderous intent.

However, just as the attack of the Bifang Demon God was about to arrive, Yang Ling suddenly disappeared from the spot under the cover of black flames. The next moment, he appeared behind the Bifang Demon God without any warning, with the sword in his hand flashing, and stabbed the Bifang Demon God in the vest.

The Bifang demon god felt a sense of crisis and turned around abruptly. A long sword with flashing green light condensed in his hand and collided head-on with Yang Ling's sword.

The two forces collided in the air, making a deafening roar, and the entire magma sea surface shook.

In the fierce collision of the two forces, Yang Ling's heart was calm. He knew that it would be difficult to defeat the Bifang demon god by himself.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and all the mysteries of the "Tathagata Sutra" naturally emerged in his mind. The spiritual power in his body surged instantly and turned into two figures.

One figure was dressed in white as white as snow, with kind eyes and gentle features, and lotus flowers blooming at every step. He had a noble and otherworldly aura. He was none other than the Taoist Master Wenshu. The other figure had an elegant aura, a dignified appearance, was dressed in a Taoist robe, and carried a magic sword. He was none other than the Taoist Master Jade Ding.

The Bifang demon god sensed that the auras of the two people were both strong, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes, with turbulent waves rising in his heart.

He didn't expect that Yang Ling could create two powerful assistants in an instant, and each of them exuded a powerful aura that made him feel oppressive.

Taoist Manjusri closed his eyes slightly, and an invisible wave spread out.

This force seemed to be able to stop everything. Even the surging magma around it solidified at that moment, and the figure of the Bifang demon god also slowed down involuntarily.

Master Yu Ding did not hesitate and drew out the magic sword behind him, with the tip of the sword pointing to the sky. The runes on the sword flickered, accumulating the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Then, he took a step forward suddenly, and countless heavenly swords, like arrows shot from a bow, carried the sound of breaking through the air, and pierced straight into the Bifang demon god.

The Bifang demon god wanted to dodge, but found that his movements seemed to be restrained by invisible shackles, and his speed was greatly reduced.

His eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the power of the Still Dao Fruit.

The Heavenly Sword was like a magic needle that steadied the sea. It penetrated the Bifang Demon God's defenses, pierced through his body, and nailed him to the rock wall...

　Traveling through the world of Pokémon, Qingshui, who has no system, becomes the Sinnoh champion through his own efforts and becomes the strongest in the world.

　　At this time, a system popped up, saying that it could help him become a champion-level trainer, and released the first mission.

　　[Go to the Yamanashi Research Institute to receive your initial Pokémon]

　　[Note: Owning a Pokémon of your own and embarking on a journey is a small step that every trainer must take, but it is a big step towards becoming a champion]

　　Qingshui: “???”

　　No, I'm the strongest in the world, and yet you still let me start my journey with my initial Pokémon.

　　It’s okay to be late, but isn’t your delay a bit too high?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)