Chapter 264: Obtaining the Fantian Seal

Outside Jiepai Pass, the morning light shines, and a solemn and dignified atmosphere permeates the sky and the earth.

The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Orthodox School were now standing in a row on the vast battlefield.

They were dressed in colorful fairy robes and wore jade crowns on their heads. They exuded a faint fairy aura from head to toe, as if they had merged into one with the heaven and earth.

Guang Chengzi stood at the front, his face was serious and solemn, and he exuded the aura of a leader. His eyes were like torches, staring at the Jiepai Pass in front of him, as if he could see through all illusions.

Following closely behind was Chi Jingzi, with a stern face and a magic sword on his back.

The other Golden Immortals also stood still, some holding magic weapons, some holding weapons, and some gently waving feather fans. Every movement seemed so calm and unhurried, as if they had transcended the worldly troubles and reached the realm of transcendence.

The twelve golden immortals lined up like an indestructible barrier. Their presence boosted the morale of the Xiqi soldiers, as if they had seen the dawn of victory.

As for the defenders at Jiepai Pass, after seeing the lineup of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Orthodox Sect, all of them looked solemn, with an indescribable awe in their hearts.

They knew that each of these twelve immortals was a force to be reckoned with.

Looking at the backs of the Twelve Golden Immortals, Shen Gongbao frowned, his eyes flashing with anxiety. He looked at the deputy leader, the Taoist Master Ran Deng, and said with unquestionable firmness: "Deputy Leader Ran Deng, this battle concerns the honor and disgrace of our sect. We must send a fierce general to fight in order to deter the enemy!"

Upon hearing this, Taoist Master Ran Deng nodded slightly, and his eyes, which seemed to be able to see through everything in the world, slowly swept around.

In the sunlight, his white hair shone like silver threads, and his clothes fluttered in the wind, revealing his extraordinary temperament.

Wei Hu, a tall and strong man with muscular body, like an unshakable mountain, stepped forward and declared that he would be the first to go into battle and would surely be able to capture the city.

Yin Jiao and Yin Hong, the two brothers stood side by side, their eyes full of desire for battle... and Huang Tianhua, holding two hammers, looked heroic, and exuded a heroic spirit that should not be underestimated.

These third-generation disciples were all eager to try, volunteered, and vowed to bring honor to the religion.

The corner of the Taoist Ran Deng's mouth curled up a smile of approval. After careful consideration, his eyes finally fixed on Yin Jiao. He stroked his long beard gently, and his tone was gentle but revealed unquestionable strength: "Yin Jiao, this battle will be fought by you. You are both wise and brave, and you have a sense of justice. You will definitely lead my disciples to achieve brilliant results."

Yin Jiao's blood boiled when he heard this. He stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and said in a firm voice: "Yes, sir! I will go all out and live up to my mission. I will use my actual actions to prove the power of our sect and show the courage of my generation!"

After saying that, Yin Jiao strode towards the battlefield with big strides, carrying everyone's expectations and trust. His back, elongated in the afterglow of the setting sun, looked particularly brave and majestic.

Yin Jiao strode quickly and arrived outside the city gate almost instantly. His voice was like a summer thunder, shaking the dust on the city gate. He challenged Yang Ling on the tower: "You are the Yang Ling of the human sect. Do you dare to fight me?"

Yang Ling just smiled lightly and looked at Yin Jiao quietly below.

At this time, Nezha's eyes were spitting fire, and he could not bear Yin Jiao's arrogant words.

He kicked his feet violently, almost flying up, and shouted angrily: "Yin Jiao, you are just a frog in a well, you don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is! If your master came, maybe he could still go a few rounds in front of Uncle Yang, but you, humph, what right do you have to be so presumptuous here?"

After that, he turned to face Yang Ling, clenched his hands into fists, with a determined light in his eyes, and begged, "Uncle Yang, please let me go! I will let this ignorant kid know what true strength is!"

Yang Ling looked at Nezha, with a hint of admiration and relief in his eyes.

So he nodded gently and said earnestly: "Nezha, go, but be careful."

Upon hearing this, Nezha immediately flashed and rushed towards Yin Jiao like an arrow.

A streak of blood-red setting sun on the horizon sprinkled on the vast earth, adding a touch of tragic color to the upcoming war.

Under the vast and boundless sky, two young heroes, Nezha and Yin Jiao, stood proudly on the top of the vast sky, ready to start a fierce battle that would go down in history.

Nezha, this young man with extraordinary skills and heroic spirit, rides on a dazzling wind-fire wheel.

The wheel seemed to be made of flames and strong winds. Every rotation caused the surrounding air to boil, releasing heat waves that were enough to burn everything.

His posture was as straight as a pine tree, his brows revealed an unparalleled arrogance, and his eyes sparkled with a desire for victory and a fearlessness of challenges.

Nezha was wearing a battle robe and had the legendary Qiankun Circle on his shoulder.

This thing is as light as nothing, but it contains the power to change the world. Once activated, it can turn the world upside down and make the enemy nowhere to hide. Around his waist, there is a colorful and shining Hun Tian silk, which dances lightly in the wind, as if it can capture the most subtle breath between heaven and earth and bind all evil.

The most eye-catching thing is the fire spear in Nezha's hand. The tip of the spear is jumping with blazing flames, as if it can penetrate everything in the world, burn all obstacles, and release the power to destroy the world.

On the other side, there was Yin Jiao, who was equally heroic and imposing. He held a pair of swords, both male and female, with the blades flashing with cold light, one yin and one yang, complementing each other.

A light tap of the sword tip can create a force as powerful as thunder, as if it can cut off all troubles in the world.

Yin Jiao's face was as cold as ice, and his eyes revealed determination and indomitable spirit.

His every breath seemed to resonate with the heaven and earth, and his whole body exuded an aura of pressure that should not be underestimated.

Although Yin Jiao is young, he has profound cultivation and superb swordsmanship. He vows to use the two swords in his hands to prove his strength and dignity and let the world see his style.

With the sound of a crisp war drum, the battle between the two officially began.

Nezha stretched out his body, and the Wind Fire Wheels instantly accelerated, transforming into two fire dragons, rushing straight towards Yin Jiao.

Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, leaving behind a trail of blazing heat, as if it was going to set the entire world on fire.

Yin Jiao was not willing to be outdone, and swung his two swords, the sword light was like lightning, and collided with Nezha's wind fire wheel in the air. Sparks flew everywhere, illuminating the entire battlefield, as if to ignite the night sky.

Nezha sneered and moved left and right, showing extraordinary agility.

The fire spear in his hand was like a living thing, sometimes stabbing out, sometimes sweeping across, each strike aimed directly at Yin Jiao's vital points. The flames seemed to have a spirit, tightly wrapping around Yin Jiao's sword light, trying to devour it.

Yin Jiao used his sword as a shield and offense as defense. The male and female swords intertwined into an airtight sword net, trying to trap Nezha.

The two men fought back and forth in the air, and the fight was hard to separate.

Every move and every style contained earth-shaking power, making the spectators tremble with fear, as if the whole world was trembling because of their fight.

During the battle, Nezha suddenly shouted, and the Qiankun Circle flew out of his hand, turning into a dazzling light that went straight to Yin Jiao. The light seemed to be able to penetrate all illusions and hit Yin Jiao's heart directly.

Seeing this, Yin Jiao hastily swung his sword to block. But the Qiankun Circle seemed to have a spirit, lightly bypassing the sword and heading straight for Yin Jiao's chest. At this critical moment, Yin Jiao turned sharply and narrowly avoided the attack.

At the same time, he stabbed Nezha in the heart with a backhanded sword. Nezha sneered and swung the Hun Tian Ling suddenly, like a spirit snake coming out of a cave, instantly wrapping around Yin Jiao's sword.

The silk ribbon seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, causing Yin Jiao's sword light to dim instantly.

Nezha said in a cold tone: "Your sword is too slow."

At this point in the battle, both sides have used all their strength.

But Nezha gradually gained the upper hand with his superb mastery of spells and flexible use of magic weapons.

Although Yin Jiao was extremely brave, he began to seem a little overwhelmed under Nezha's near-perfect attack.

Seeing this, Nezha thought to himself and decided to put a perfect end to this battle.

He suddenly jumped up, and his Hot Wheels drew a beautiful arc in the air.

At the same time, the fire spear in Nezha's hand gathered all the strength and will of his body, turning into a tornado of fire, rushing straight towards Yinjiao. This attack condensed all of Nezha's magic power and wisdom, and was unstoppable, as if it was going to swallow up the whole world.

Seeing this, Yin Jiao knew that this was a matter of life and death.

He gritted his teeth, brought his two swords together, and transformed them into a dazzling sword light to meet the fire tornado.

The two forces collided in the air, causing a deafening roar.

The whole world seemed to be trembling at this moment, as if it could not withstand the impact of this force and collapsed. After the dust settled, Nezha landed steadily on the ground, while Yin Jiao stepped back several steps, his face as pale as paper, obviously seriously injured.

Nezha put away his magic weapon and looked at Yin Jiao with complicated eyes.

He knew very well that victory in this battle was not easy to come by, but he managed to win by relying on his wisdom and courage.

He slowly said, "You are very strong, but the winner today can only be me."

Yin Jiao smiled bitterly. He knew very well that his defeat was not unfair. Nezha's strength and wisdom were indeed far superior to his. If nothing unexpected happened, he could only nod slowly to indicate his defeat.

However, he still has a powerful weapon that he has not used.

But now we can’t do without it.

The next moment, Yin Jiao's eyes were as sharp as torches, his body shook, and the Fantian Seal appeared on his palm. The heavy treasure seemed to contain the power to destroy the world. In just a moment, it could turn everything into nothing.

"Nezha, today I will let you see my true strength!" Yin Jiao shouted and waved his arm. The Fantian Seal streaked across the sky like a meteor, carrying a destructive aura, and headed straight for Nezha.

Nezha looked solemn, but his body was extremely agile. Under the wind and fire wheel, he turned into a red lightning, trying to avoid the fatal blow. However, the power of Fantian Seal was not to be taken lightly.

It was seen twisting and turning in the air, as if it had a spirit, and it kept biting Nezha tightly. Every collision made Nezha's body shake violently and he was in terribly pain.

"Hmph, a mere mortal dares to challenge me?" Yin Jiao sneered, controlling the Fantian Seal and his attack became more and more fierce.

Although Nezha was brave, he gradually seemed powerless under the continuous bombardment of the Fantian Seal. The light of the Fire Spear began to dim, and the Hun Tian Ling was shattered into pieces. He could only barely maintain his defense. He was in a miserable state and retreated step by step, with a flash of despair in his eyes.

Just when Nezha’s life was hanging by a thread and he was about to be swallowed by this endless attack, in the distance, a bright light streaked across the sky, like a savior descending, instantly attracting everyone’s attention.

It was a golden light, warm and powerful. It flew out from Yang Ling's hand and turned into a small and exquisite gold coin. It rotated gently and emitted a soft but not negligible power.

Yang Ling knew very well that Nezha alone could not resist Yin Jiao's Fantian Seal.

Therefore, at the critical moment, he sacrificed his most precious treasure - Luobao Money.

Although this treasure looks ordinary, it has the magical ability to collect all the magic weapons in the world and is the nemesis of the Fantian Seal.

The Falling Treasure Money was seen dancing lightly in the air, as if it had some mysterious connection with the Fantian Seal. With Yang Ling's shout, the unstoppable Fantian Seal was like being pulled by an invisible rope, slowly deviating from its trajectory, and finally being steadily collected into the Falling Treasure Money, disappearing without a trace. This scene shocked everyone, and Yin Jiao was even more frightened. He never expected that the Fantian Seal, which he was so proud of, would be taken away so easily.

His face was full of disbelief and anger, his eyes were like knives, staring at Yang Ling in the distance.

"Yang Ling, how dare you ruin my good deeds!" Yin Jiao roared, his voice shaking the air around him. He was so angry that he wanted to tear Yang Ling into pieces immediately to vent his hatred.

At this moment, Guangchengzi also appeared on the battlefield.

He was dressed in a Taoist robe, looked like an immortal, and his eyes revealed unquestionable majesty.

"Yang Ling, how dare you show off your skills in front of my Chan Sect and take away my magic weapon? You are so despicable!" Guangchengzi roared in anger, his voice like thunder, shaking the heaven and earth.

He flashed and appeared in front of Yang Ling, emitting a powerful aura.

Yang Ling, dressed in a green shirt, quickly soared into the air and stood in the void. He was surrounded by magical fluctuations of thunder and fire, like the most dazzling star between heaven and earth.

"Well done!"

Guangchengzi shouted loudly. He was wearing a glittering Bagua purple ribbon fairy robe. On the fairy robe, the Bagua pattern was shining brightly, and every ray of light contained the saint's supreme wisdom and power.

It is said that this was made by a saint himself, and has the magical effect of being immune to all kinds of attacks and keeping away all evil.

With a clear whistle, Yang Ling took the lead in attacking. He formed seals with his hands and muttered something.

In an instant, the sky was covered with dark clouds and flashes of lightning. Thick streaks of lightning tore through the clouds like angry dragons and bombarded Guangchengzi with the power to destroy the world.

This thunder technique was obtained by Yang Ling after years of hard practice. Every strike contained his profound understanding of the laws of heaven and earth. It was so powerful that it was enough to change the color of mountains and rivers and dim the sun and moon.

Facing the overwhelming lightning strikes, Guangchengzi was not in a hurry. He smiled lightly, and the light on the Bagua Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe became brighter, as if forming an invisible shield, bouncing back the violent lightning one by one. Some of the lightning were even gently absorbed and turned into nothingness the moment they touched the immortal robe.

This scene amazed all the immortals watching the battle, and they all praised the magic of the Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe.

However, Yang Ling did not give up. He knew very well how powerful Guangchengzi's fairy clothes were, but the indomitable fighting spirit in his heart made him even more excited.

His figure flashed and turned into a stream of light, instantly approaching Guangchengzi. He waved his hands and fiery red magic spells flew out from his fingertips, turning into a sea of ​​fire that surrounded Guangchengzi.

This fire method is different from the fire in the mortal world. It is condensed by Yang Ling using his own magic power and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Its temperature is high enough to melt gold and stone and burn all things.

Facing the raging flames, Guangchengzi remained calm. The light on the Bagua Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe shone again, forming circles of rotating Bagua diagrams that swallowed up the raging flames one by one and transformed them into cool air that surrounded him, allowing him to keep his clothes intact and look calm even though he was in the sea of ​​fire.

But Yang Ling's offensive did not stop. He knew very well that it was difficult to break through Guangchengzi's defense with just a single spell, so he began to skillfully combine thunder magic and fire magic to create unprecedented magical powers.

He crossed his hands, thunder and fire intertwined, and pillars of light containing the power of thunder and fire fell from the sky, like a punishment from heaven, and hit Guangchengzi directly.

This time, even the Bagua Purple Ribbon Fairy Robe seemed to feel unprecedented pressure.

The beam of light fell on the immortal clothes. Although most of its power was dissipated, some of the power of thunder and fire still penetrated the protection, causing Guangchengzi's body to tremble slightly and his face to change slightly.

He was secretly amazed in his heart. He didn't expect Yang Ling to have such amazing magic power and creativity, and to be able to combine the two completely different elements of thunder and fire so perfectly to form such a powerful attack.

Yang Ling took advantage of the victory and continued to display more unpredictable magic skills. Thunder and fire intertwined, light and shadow intertwined, turning the entire battlefield into a gorgeous yet dangerous picture.

Although Guangchengzi was wearing the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe given by the saint, he began to look a little tired under Yang Ling's continuous attacks.

He constantly used the defensive ability of the immortal robe and seized the opportunity to counterattack, but each time he was cleverly resolved by Yang Ling. The battle between the two was no longer just a competition of magic power, but also a contest of wisdom and strategy.

As time went by, Guang Chengzi's physical strength and magic power gradually consumed, but Yang Ling was still energetic and his offensive became more and more fierce. Finally, under a series of attacks carefully planned by Yang Ling, Guang Chengzi was unable to defend himself and was hit by a beam of light containing the power of thunder and fire. His body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. Although the Eight Diagrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Clothes blocked most of the damage for him, the impact still made his blood boil and he almost lost his balance.

However, as a veteran and powerful man with a reputation throughout the three realms, how could Guangchengzi easily admit defeat?
Under Yang Ling's fierce attack, he not only did not retreat, but instead aroused a stronger fighting spirit.

Guang Chengzi's body shook slightly, and he stabilized the trend of being pushed back, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He knew very well that if he continued to passively defend, it would be difficult to turn the tide of the battle.

Guang Chengzi took a deep breath, and his whole body was filled with magical power. The light on the Eight Diagrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Clothes instantly became brighter, as if it resonated with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. He formed seals with his hands and muttered something. Suddenly, a powerful wave of magical power emanated from his body and rushed straight into the sky.

As Guang Chengzi hummed, the clouds in the sky began to gather and formed a huge vortex. In the vortex, lightning and storms intertwined, as if containing destructive power.

Guang Chengzi let out a long roar, and the vortex suddenly exploded, turning into a pillar of earth-shaking storm, bombarding Yang Ling.

This pillar of storm not only contained Guang Chengzi's profound magical power, but also incorporated his profound understanding of the laws of heaven and earth. It seemed to be able to tear apart space, devour everything, and make the entire battlefield tremble.

Facing Guang Chengzi's counterattack, Yang Ling also looked solemn. He knew the power of this storm pillar very well and did not dare to be careless. So, he quickly mobilized all his magic power and used the magic power of thunder and fire again, turning it into a series of light curtains to try to resist the attack of the storm pillar.

However, the power of the Storm Pillar was too amazing. When it met Yang Ling's light curtain, a violent collision occurred instantly. Lightning, flames and storms intertwined to form a gorgeous and dangerous explosion.

The aftermath of the explosion caused the entire battlefield to be shaken, as if the heaven and earth were about to collapse.

Yang Ling's green shirt rustled, his eyes flashed with determination, and his body was surrounded by faint fluctuations of mana, ready to burst out with astonishing power at any time.

Guangchengzi was secretly amazed in his heart. He had never seen such a young cultivator with such profound cultivation and calm temperament.

However, today's battle concerns the honor and disgrace of his sect, so he must not be careless in the slightest.

He took a deep breath, formed seals with his hands, and muttered something. In an instant, an ancient bronze bell emerged from the void. It was his magic weapon, the Soul-Falling Bell.

"Yang Ling, although you are gifted, today, I will let you know that old people are still wise!" Guang Chengzi's voice was low, but it contained unquestionable majesty.

He waved his sleeves violently, and the Soul-Falling Bell turned into a stream of light and flew towards Yang Ling. The space along the way seemed to be trembling continuously.

However, facing this terrifying magic weapon that was powerful enough to shake the Yuanshen, Yang Ling remained calm and his heart remained steady, as if the Soul-Falling Bell posed no threat to him at all.

“Guangchengzi, your Soul-Falling Bell is indeed extremely powerful, but to me, it is just child’s play.” Yang Ling’s voice was calm, but it revealed an indescribable confidence.

He waved his sleeve lightly, and a copper coin shining with golden light flew out from his sleeve. It was his magic weapon - Luobao Money.

The Falling Treasure Money drew a beautiful arc in the air, easily penetrated the defense of the Falling Soul Bell, and took it away steadily.

When Guangchengzi saw this, his face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

He never expected that the Soul-Falling Bell he had sacrificed would be taken away by Yang Ling so easily.

An indescribable rage burned in his heart. He widened his eyes and glared at Yang Ling, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"Good boy Yang Ling, I underestimated you! Today, I will grind you to ashes!" Guang Chengzi roared, his magic power surging throughout his body, preparing to launch a more fierce attack.

At this moment, a figure flashed across the sky like lightning and instantly came to Guangchengzi's side. It was his junior fellow apprentice - Chijingzi.

Chi Jingzi was also wearing the Bagua purple immortal robe, with a handsome face and a determined light flashing in his eyes.

He knew Guang Chengzi's character very well, and knew that if his senior brother got angry, the consequences would be disastrous. So he rushed to help, ready to join forces with Guang Chengzi to deal with Yang Ling.

"Don't worry, senior brother. Let me lend you a helping hand!" Chi Jingzi waved his hands, and a long sword made of a mixture of water and fire emerged from the void. It was his magic weapon - Water and Fire Sword.

Under Chi Jingzi's control, the water and fire blade turned into a stream of light and shot towards Yang Ling.

The speed was so fast that it seemed as if even the space was being torn apart.

However, facing this sudden attack, Yang Ling remained calm.

He just waved his sleeves lightly, and the water and fire blades were pulled away as if by an invisible force.

This scene also surprised Chi Jingzi.

He never expected that Yang Ling's strength was so terrifying that even his Fire and Water Front could be easily knocked away. He stared at Yang Ling with eyes wide open in disbelief, as if he was looking at a monster.

"Chi Jingzi, although your Water and Fire Front is quite powerful, it is still far from enough for me." Yang Ling said with a smile.

When Guangchengzi saw that Chijingzi was unable to do anything to Yang Ling, he became even more furious.

Yang Ling's figure was graceful, like a dragon playing in the water. He was at ease under the attack of Guangchengzi and Chijingzi. Every time he dodged was just right. He looked neither embarrassed nor graceful.

He could always easily resolve the opponent's fierce attack at the most critical moment. No matter whether it was the magic weapon that Guangchengzi re-sacrificed, or Chijingzi's water and fire front that was a fusion of water and fire and had boundless power, they all seemed so powerless in front of him.

Seeing this, Guangchengzi frowned. He knew very well that if this continued, he and Chijingzi would have a hard time winning.

So, he took a deep breath and exchanged glances with Chi Jingzi. The two seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding. Guang Chengzi made seals with his hands and muttered something. A great power surged out of his body and turned into a bright light that rushed into the sky.

"The sky and the earth are boundless, the universe borrows the law!" Guangchengzi shouted, and the light instantly condensed into a huge lightsaber, with the power to destroy the world, it slashed towards Yang Ling.

At the same time, Chi Jingzi was not willing to be outdone. He waved his hands and the Water and Fire Sword turned into a stream of light again, fighting side by side with Guang Chengzi's lightsaber. The two forces intertwined together to form a terrifying attack wave.

Faced with this unprecedented crisis, Yang Ling appeared unusually calm.

He smiled slightly, and there was a gleam of wisdom in his eyes.

I saw him clasping his hands together, closing his eyes and concentrating, as if he was sensing something.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly, and a golden light burst out from his body, instantly enveloping him completely.

“Gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, the five elements return to one, and the heaven and earth are the furnace!” Yang Ling shouted, and the golden light instantly turned into a huge five-element magic circle, protecting him firmly inside.

The attack waves of the lightsaber and the water and fire front were weakened layer by layer the moment they touched the Five Elements Magic Array, and finally turned into nothingness.

This scene surprised both Guangchengzi and Chijingzi.

They never expected that Yang Ling could use the power of the five elements so skillfully to dissolve their joint attack.

The two Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect looked at each other and saw the shock and unwillingness in each other's eyes.

(End of this chapter)