Chapter 262 Bullying the small with the big
Under the fierce attack of the dragon transformed by Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, although Nezha and Yang Jian seemed a little embarrassed, they never thought of surrendering. Instead, they showed an extremely fanatical fighting spirit.

"kill!"

Nezha let out an angry roar, stepped on the Wind Fire Wheel, and his body shuttled between the flames and huge waves like lightning.

He wielded the fire spear in his hand tightly, and every stab was accompanied by a blazing flame, which collided with the dragon's attack and produced dazzling sparks.

"Yang Jian, we can't just passively take the beating like this!" Nezha shouted, his keen combat instinct allowing him to make the most accurate judgment.

Yang Jian nodded, transformed into a golden-winged roc, flapped his wings and created gusts of wind, trying to disrupt the dragon's attack. With sharp eyes, he quickly scanned the battlefield, looking for the flaws of Qingxu Daode Zhenjun.

"You're right! We can't just sit there and wait for death!" Yang Jian looked down at the situation from high above and said in a voice transmission: "Look, although each of the opponent's attacks is fierce, they need to accumulate mana again between two attacks..."

The two of them are in tune with each other and cooperate more tacitly.

Nezha continued to fight the dragon's flames with his flaming spear, while Yang Jian transformed into a big peng and kept circling around the dragon, looking for an opportunity to attack.

As time went by, the attack of the dragon transformed by Qingxu Daode Zhenjun gradually slowed down. Its eyes were no longer so bright, and its scales had lost their luster, and it was obvious that its mana was greatly consumed.

Seeing this, Nezha was delighted and immediately shouted, "Yang Jian, here comes our chance! Let's go together!"

After saying this, Nezha stepped on the Wind Fire Wheel, rose up suddenly, and rushed towards the dragon. The fire spear in his hand turned into a blazing flame and rushed straight to the dragon's vital point.

Yang Jian also transformed into a roc, spread his wings, and launched a fierce attack on the dragon from another direction with a whistling sound. His wings were like sharp blades, and every time he waved them, he stirred up a gust of wind in an attempt to tear apart the dragon's defenses.

The dragon seemed a little flustered when faced with the attack from both of them.

Although it tried its best to resist, it was ultimately unable to withstand the joint attack of the two.

"Ow!"

With a deafening dragon roar, the dragon's body began to collapse, and eventually turned into specks of light and dissipated in the air.

Qingxu Daode Zhenjun showed up, his face was pale, and it was obvious that he had consumed a lot of mana. He glared at Nezha and Yang Jian, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "You are looking for death!"

Nezha sneered and said, "Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, if you have the ability, just come at me. If not, don't blame us for being rude!"

Yang Jian shook his head and said, “Nezha, don’t say too much! After all, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun is a golden immortal of the Chan Sect, with profound magical powers, great supernatural powers, and many magical treasures and weapons... Of course, if you become our enemy, no matter how powerful you are, we will make you pay the price!”

Upon hearing this, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun was so angry that he trembled all over.

"How dare you two brats be so arrogant and conceited, you don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is! Do you really think that you can walk sideways in these three realms with just a little bit of Taoism?"

The eyes of Qingxu Daode Zhenjun are as sharp as swords, as if they can see through all the vanity in people's hearts.

Nezha, riding on the Wind-Fire Wheel and wearing the Hun Tian Ling, looks very majestic at this moment.

"Today, I will let you know what the true power of heaven and earth is!"

After saying this, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun's body shook, and he waved his sleeves lightly. A stream of light flew out from his sleeves and turned into an extraordinarily gorgeous Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan.

On this fan, colorful lights are flowing, and each ray of light seems to contain destructive power, which makes people feel terrified. The seven divine birds painted on the fan are lifelike, as if they will flap their wings and fly high at any time.

With a low hum from Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan suddenly unfolded, and an indescribable heat wave swept out, turning into heavy flames, and pounced towards Nezha and Yang Jian like a raging wave.

In the flames, there seemed to be countless divine birds roaring and flying. They brought destructive power and vowed to turn everything that stood in their way into ashes.

Nezha was shocked when he saw this.

Although he possessed supernatural powers, he couldn't help feeling powerless when facing the terrifying flames from the ancient artifact.

He hurriedly started the wind and fire wheels, trying to avoid the overwhelming flames. However, the flames seemed to have a spirit and followed him closely.

No matter how he dodged or how he accelerated, he could not escape the fate of being burned. His skin began to turn red and hot, and even smoke came out of some parts.

The pain was beyond words and he couldn't help but let out a scream.

However, in the face of this sudden disaster, Yang Jian showed extraordinary calmness and tenacity.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tensed his muscles, as if he was fighting fiercely with some invisible force.

Just as the flames were about to completely devour him, Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes, with golden light shining brightly in them. He clenched his teeth and activated the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong in his body.

"Nine Revolutions!" Yang Jian roared, and his body began to emit a faint light. The light became stronger and stronger, gradually forming a layer of golden shield that enveloped him.

Above the shield, there seemed to be countless mysterious runes flowing and flashing. They exuded powerful power and protected Yang Jian from the flames.

When the raging flames touched the shield, it seemed as if they had encountered an invisible barrier and could not go any further.

What was even more surprising was that, instead of harming Yang Jian, the raging flames were slowly absorbed by the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong in his body and transformed into streams of warm power that nourished his body and soul.

His body became more and more crystal clear in the flames, and a precious light emanated from his body. The precious light contained endless vitality and power, as if his entire body had been reshaped.

This scene not only stunned Nezha, but even Qingxu Daode Zhenjun couldn't help showing surprise. He knew the power of the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan, but seeing Yang Jian resist the flames with his own body, he couldn't help but feel shocked.

"What a great Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong! It can go against the will of heaven and turn the flames into your own use!" Qingxu Daode Zhenjun exclaimed in admiration.

Nezha watched with envy. He knew that although he had many magic weapons, he still had a big gap with Yang Jian in understanding and applying the laws of heaven and earth.

He secretly made up his mind to work harder in his practice and reach Yang Jian's level as soon as possible.

At this moment, the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan was fully powered. The colorful light contained a destructive force, which turned into flames and rushed towards Nezha and Yang Jian like a raging wave.

Although Nezha possessed supernatural powers, he still looked miserable when surrounded by flames.

His wind fire wheel spun rapidly under his feet, and the Hun Tian Ling danced wildly behind him, but it seemed that he could not resist the invasion of the flames. His skin began to turn red, and even smoke came out of some places, and the pain was beyond words.

However, at this critical moment, Yang Jian took a deep breath, closed his eyes, tensed his muscles, and activated the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong in his body.

His body began to radiate a faint light, which gradually grew stronger and formed a golden shield that not only wrapped himself in it, but even more magically, the shield seemed to have spirituality, protecting Nezha tightly inside.

When the blazing flames touched the golden shield, they seemed to encounter an invisible barrier and could not go any further. The blazing flames raged outside the shield, but they could not penetrate the mysterious power, and could not harm Nezha and Yang Jian inside the shield.

Nezha felt the warm and firm power, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

At the same time, a thrilling scene was also taking place inside the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover.

Taiyi Zhenren, who usually looks like an immortal and otherworldly being, is now trapped in a sea of ​​fire, facing an unprecedented crisis - nine huge fire dragons with scary scales are surrounding the divine fire cover. Their eyes are like torches, and blazing flames are spewing from their mouths from time to time, illuminating the entire space red.

The flames raged with devastating power, and the breath of each fire dragon was like a volcanic eruption. The scorching breath almost turned everything around into nothing.

Taiyi Zhenren was very familiar with this treasure. His body was as steady as a rock. He formed seals with his hands and muttered something. A faint golden light surrounded his body, which was the result of his profound cultivation and magic, protecting him from the invasion of this terrifying flame.

The nine fire dragons were huge in size, with scales glowing with dark red light. They surrounded Taiyi Zhenren and continuously spewed out blazing flames from their mouths.

Those flames, like the karmic fire from hell, carried with them endless destructive power, burning the entire space within the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover red. The air seemed to be ignited, so hot that it was suffocating.

Taiyi Zhenren, despite his profound cultivation, was somewhat powerless under the joint attack of the nine fire dragons. His clothes were torn to shreds by the flames, and his exposed skin was burnt black, with thick smoke billowing from some places. His hair was curled by the flames, his face was distorted, and his eyes flashed with pain and tenacity.

He tried to use his magic to resist the horrific flames, but the fire dragon's attack was too fierce. His magic power seemed to be devoured by the endless flames and he could not resist it completely.

He could only barely maintain a weak protective shield to protect his heart from being invaded by the flames.

However, even so, Taiyi Zhenren could not completely avoid the invasion of fire.

His body trembled in the flames, and every breath of the fire dragon made him feel a sharp pain. His breathing became rapid, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, which was proof of his serious injury.

Taiyi Zhenren felt unprecedented pain and despair, but his heart was still burning with an unyielding fire. He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and continued to fight the fire dragon with his weak magic power.

His figure swayed in the flames, as if he would fall down at any time, but he always persisted and refused to give up.

In the narrow and scorching space of the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Shroud, Taiyi Zhenren was in a desperate situation. The flames of the nine fire dragons were like endless chains, tightly entwining him in an attempt to devour him completely.

However, at this moment of life and death, Taiyi Zhenren's state of mind was unusually peaceful. His eyes revealed a kind of indifference that transcended life and death, as if at this moment, he had realized the true meaning of practice.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, and the immortal power in his body began to gather, like a river flowing into the sea, forming an unstoppable force. His breathing became deep and powerful, and every breath he inhaled seemed to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and every breath he exhaled expelled the turbid air in his body. At this moment, his body and mind reached an unprecedented harmony and unity. As the immortal power continued to gather, Taiyi Zhenren's body began to emit a faint light. The light was weak at first, but soon became dazzling.

His clothes rustled in the wind, as if he was trying to break free from the flames and fly into the free sky.

The nine fire dragons sensed the changes in Taiyi Zhenren's body, and they roared and sprayed flames more violently, trying to prevent his breakthrough. However, these flames seemed so pale and powerless under the dazzling light of Taiyi Zhenren, and they were blocked by the immortal power and could not get any closer.

Taiyi Zhenren suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like two bright stars, flashing with a determined light. He took a deep breath, and the immortal power in his body reached its peak at this moment, and then suddenly burst out.

His figure expanded rapidly in the flames, as if trying to break free from everything that bound him.

He waved the magic weapon in his hand, and the magic weapon, driven by the immortal power, emitted a dazzling light, which complemented the flames of the nine fire dragons. He chanted something, and the spell was like the sound of nature, echoing in the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, shocking the fire dragons to retreat one after another.

At this moment, Taiyi Zhenren turned into a dazzling golden light, like a lightning that cuts through the night sky, and instantly broke through the blockade of nine fire dragons.

The golden light shuttled through the flames, and wherever it passed, the flames were extinguished, as if even the air was purified by this power. He rushed out of the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover at an incredible speed and returned to the vast sky.

Taiyi Zhenren sat slumped on the clouds, surrounded by heat waves and smoke that had not yet completely dissipated.

His breathing was heavy and difficult, and every breath he took seemed to cause pain throughout his body. However, there was no fear in his eyes, only the joy of escaping death.

His clothes had turned to ashes, and his exposed skin was covered with shocking burns. In some places, even his white bones were exposed. Blood and sweat mixed together and flowed continuously.

However, even with such a serious injury, Taiyi Zhenren did not care at all.

He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly, trying to gather a trace of immortal power. This process was extremely difficult, as if every time he mobilized a trace of immortal power, he had to pay a huge price.

As time went by, the immortal power in his body gradually gathered, forming a weak but firm force. He used this power to repair his damaged body. The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although the speed was slow, every subtle change indicated that he was gradually recovering.

Taiyi Zhenren's eyes gradually became brighter and his breathing gradually became steady.

When Qingxu Daode Zhenjun saw Zhenren Taiyi escape from the raging flames, an unconcealable joy instantly bloomed on his face, like the most brilliant flower in spring. He laughed loudly and said, "Good brother Taiyi, even the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover can't do anything to you! You and I brothers will join hands today to teach those two arrogant and ignorant guys a lesson they will never forget!" After speaking, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, full of ruthlessness.

Upon hearing this, Taiyi Zhenren, although he was in tattered clothes and looked a little tired, still nodded firmly, with a cold fire flashing in his eyes. He was already extremely angry and needed a suitable way to vent his anger.

Nezha was furious upon seeing this, his young face was distorted with anger. He cursed loudly, his voice resounding through the sky: "You actually take advantage of your status as elders to bully the weak, you are truly shameless!" As he spoke, the fire spear in his hand trembled slightly, as if he was ready to defend his dignity at any time.

Yang Jian, who was standing aside, had a face as gloomy as water, with deep worry locked between his brows.

His eagle-like eyes quickly scanned the surroundings as he secretly calculated in his mind. He intuitively felt that this matter was far from as simple as it seemed. An ominous premonition quietly crept into his heart like ice, causing him to tighten the sword in his hand, preparing to meet the coming storm.

Taiyi Zhenren had a stern expression and his eyes flashed with unquestionable majesty.

He slowly raised his right hand with his five fingers spread out. In an instant, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to respond to his call and condensed into a majestic Five Finger Mountain, which pressed down towards Yang Jian and Nezha with the power to destroy the world.

Facing this sudden and shocking attack, Yang Jian's eyes showed no fear, but instead revealed an unyielding fighting spirit. His figure flashed, like a stream of light, and he instantly completed the transformation from a mortal body to a divine body.

This is his unique supernatural power of "Controlling Heaven and Earth". His body expanded at an incredible speed, ten thousand times, one hundred thousand times, until it was as high as the heaven and the earth. He turned into a giant who stood upright, emitting golden light all over his body, like the rising sun, illuminating the entire sky.

At the same time, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun beside Taiyi Zhenren also felt the urgency of the situation.

He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and concentrated, and a ten-thousand-foot-tall image of the Yuanshen gradually emerged behind him. The Yuanshen image was majestic and solemn, surrounded by auspicious clouds. Above the auspicious clouds, the rays of light were brilliant and dazzling, as if making the entire world shine brightly.

Qingxu Daode Zhenjun and Taiyi Zhenren stood side by side, and their spiritual powers complemented each other, forming an indestructible barrier to protect this sacred land.

Seeing this, Nezha showed no sign of weakness.

He roared, and the infinite potential hidden in his body was completely stimulated. He waved his hands, and a soul a thousand feet tall suddenly appeared behind him. This soul had three heads and six arms, and each arm held a different magic weapon, such as a sword, a halberd, a wheel, or a rope, radiating light and with astonishing power.

Although Nezha's soul is a little immature compared with the souls of Taiyi Zhenren and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, his indomitable and courageous spirit is awe-inspiring.

As the spiritual images of both sides appeared, the atmosphere on the entire battlefield instantly reached a boiling point.

When Taiyi Zhenren's Five Finger Mountain was about to touch Yang Jian and Nezha, it was blocked by two powerful forces. For a moment, the sky and the earth seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force. Strong winds blew, clouds and mist rolled, lightning and thunder flashed, and the whole world trembled.

The battle was about to break out. Taiyi Zhenren and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun joined forces. Their souls released tremendous magic power, which turned into bright beams of light, bombarding Yang Jian and Nezha.

Yang Jian and Nezha, on the other hand, relied on their respective magical powers to either dodge or fight head-on. The two sides fought back and forth, and the fight was hard to determine. The entire battlefield seemed to have turned into chaos, and it was impossible to tell the sky from the earth, the sun from the moon.

Yang Jian practiced the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong and was proficient in the laws of heaven and earth, so his fighting ability should not be underestimated.

He brandished the spear in his hand, and every strike contained the power to split mountains and rocks. He fought fiercely with the spiritual images of Taiyi Zhenren and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun. The shadow of the spear was like a dragon, invincible.

Nezha, on the other hand, relied on his agility and the advantage of having three heads and six arms to move freely on the battlefield, sometimes attacking and sometimes defending. His magic weapons were endless, making it difficult for the enemy to defend themselves.

In this unprecedented battle, both sides displayed their magical powers, battled with wits and courage, and every move and every style contained endless wisdom and power.

Although Taiyi Zhenren and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun have profound cultivation, Yang Jian and Nezha are not at all inferior due to their youthful vigor and courageous spirit.

On the battlefield, lights flashed and thunder roared, as if the whole world was shocked by this battle.

As time went on, the battle became more intense. Both sides were exhausted, but no one had the intention of giving up.

The spiritual images of Taiyi Zhenren and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun began to look a little dim, and Yang Jian and Nezha were also panting, but there was still a firm light shining in their eyes.

Yang Jian's Dharma body was majestic and magnificent, emitting golden light all over, like the rising sun, illuminating the entire battlefield. He held a spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles in the world. And his eyes were like two burning flames, revealing his unwavering fighting spirit.

Taiyi Zhenren's image was transformed into a giant golden-winged roc, with its wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun, and its sharp claws gleaming coldly in the sun. Qingxu Daode Zhenjun's image was transformed into a giant white elephant, with a trunk as curled as clouds and four feet on the ground, as steady as Mount Tai.

With a deafening roar, four huge Dharma images clashed fiercely above the battlefield. Yang Jian's Dharma body wielded his spear, and each strike contained the power to split mountains and rocks. It collided violently with the claws of the Golden Winged Dapeng, and sparks flew everywhere.

Nezha's soul was flexible and changeable. With three heads and six arms, he attacked simultaneously, slashing, stabbing, and smashing, and he engaged in a desperate battle with the huge body of the white elephant.

On the battlefield, the light flashed and the thunder roared, as if the whole world was shaken by this battle. Although the Yuanshen Dharma of Taiyi Zhenren and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun was powerful, they seemed a little overwhelmed by the joint attack of Yang Jian and Nezha. The claws of the Golden Winged Dapeng were smashed by the spear, and the huge body of the white elephant was also shaken by Nezha's magic weapon.

However, the two immortals did not give up. They gritted their teeth, persisted in fighting, and tried to find an opportunity to counterattack. Taiyi Zhenren suddenly waved the wings of the Golden Winged Dapeng, and a gust of wind suddenly rolled up, rushing towards Yang Jian and Nezha.

Qingxu Daode Zhenjun waved the whisk in his hand, releasing brilliant rays of light, which collided violently with Nezha's magic weapon.

The duel between Yang Jian, Nezha, Taiyi Zhenren and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun reached a fever pitch. The four masters displayed their magical powers and performed the magic of Chanjiao to the fullest, and the whole world seemed to tremble.

Yang Jian's supernatural powers of controlling heaven and earth displayed unparalleled power.

His body expanded to the height of heaven and earth, emitting golden light, like an immortal god. The spear in his hand roared like a dragon and a tiger, and every swing was accompanied by a deafening roar, as if it could penetrate all obstacles in the world.

When fighting against Taiyi Zhenren's golden-winged Roc, Yang Jian's spear cut through the sky like lightning, colliding violently with the golden-winged Roc's claws, sparks flying, and illuminating the entire battlefield.

Nezha, this young but incomparable warrior, also showed amazing power in his primordial spirit. Each arm of the primordial spirit with three heads and six arms held a different magic weapon, such as a sword, a halberd, a wheel, or a rope, shining with amazing power.

When fighting against the white elephant of Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, Nezha's magic weapons scattered like stars in the sky, and he engaged in a desperate battle with the huge body of the white elephant.

Nezha's body is flexible and changeable, sometimes soaring into the air, sometimes swooping down, making it difficult for the white elephant to grasp.

Taiyi Zhenren and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun were not to be outdone. They each sacrificed their own spirit and launched a fierce battle with Yang Jian and Nezha.

The golden-winged roc and the white elephant flew and leaped in the air, their claws and fangs intertwined, and the wind and thunder roared. The magic power of Taiyi Zhenren and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun intertwined into a huge net in the air, trying to trap Yang Jian and Nezha.

However, Yang Jian and Nezha are not ordinary people.

Yang Jian's spear shuttled between the claws of the Golden Winged Dapeng like a swimming dragon, and each hit made the Golden Winged Dapeng scream. Meanwhile, Nezha's magic weapon attacked the white elephant like a net, making it difficult for the white elephant to resist.

Both sides displayed their magical powers, fighting with wisdom and courage. Sometimes they fought hand-to-hand, punching each other, and sometimes they fought from a distance, with magical powers like a tide. Every confrontation was full of thrills and excitement, making people dazzled. The entire battlefield seemed to be shocked by this powerful force, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth surged wildly, forming a series of gorgeous light curtains.

As time went on, both sides became somewhat exhausted.

Nezha's figure is as graceful as a startled swan, and as he dances with his three heads and six arms, his magic weapon shines brightly, like stars in the sky falling into the mortal world. However, he is ultimately unable to withstand the wear and tear of time, and his heroic figure gradually fades, and his glory ends.

As for Yang Jian, he used his magical powers to control the heavens and the earth, transformed himself into a giant ten thousand feet tall. His spear was like a dragon, cutting through the air. Every strike was like the collapse of heaven and earth, shocking everyone.

A single tree cannot support a collapsing building. Facing the combined forces of two Golden Immortals of the Chan school, Taiyi Zhenren and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, even Yang Jian gradually felt overwhelmed. His Dharma image collapsed, his light faded, and he ultimately failed to reverse the defeat.

(End of this chapter)