Chapter 266 Lu Ya
Yang Ling's figure is tall and straight, like a green pine standing above the vast sea of ​​clouds, as old as the heaven and earth, and as bright as the sun and the moon.

Seeing that the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Orthodox Sect were defeated and wanted to escape, he decisively summoned the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd and the Cloud Light Colored Glaze Bottle. These two magic weapons were not only extremely powerful, but also served as a mysterious bridge for him to communicate with the heaven and earth and all things.

The mouth of the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd was slightly open, emitting bursts of heart-pounding cold air, which was mixed with endless majesty and power, as if it could freeze the souls of all living things.

The Cloud Light Glass Bottle was even more dazzling and eye-catching. The bottle was crystal clear, as if it contained an endless galaxy. Whenever Yang Ling activated his magic power, the glass bottle would shine brightly, with colorful lights everywhere, making everything around it look like a dream.

He chanted something, formed seals with his hands, and continuously injected the true energy in his body into the Nine-Nine Soul Dispersing Gourd and the Cloud Light Colored Glass Bottle. The two magic weapons seemed to sense Yang Ling's will and began to spin wildly, forming a wonderful connection between them. Powerful forces surged from them and spread out in all directions.

In an instant, the entire sky seemed to be shaken by this force. The clouds rolled, thunder and lightning struck, as if the heaven and earth changed color. And the Nine Heavens Cloud Star Array also quietly took shape at this moment.

The periphery of the formation is a cloud formation composed of countless clouds.

These clouds were not ordinary clouds, but were condensed by Yang Ling's magic power. They rolled and intertwined, like an endless sea of ​​clouds. The cloud array contained strong wind and moisture, making any creature trying to pass through it feel like being stuck in a quagmire. The existence of the cloud array not only provided a natural barrier for the formation, but also allowed the power in the formation to be better condensed and released.

The cloud formation, as the first barrier of the Nine Heavens Clouds and Stars Formation, is breathtaking in its magnificence and mystery.

When Yang Ling activated his magic power and started the formation, he saw the sea of ​​clouds rolling in the sky. Countless clouds seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and gathered into a vast sea of ​​clouds. This sea of ​​clouds was not ordinary clouds, but was condensed by Yang Ling's magic power, containing strong wind and moisture.

In the cloud formation, the clouds are stacked up and interwoven into an impenetrable net. These clouds sometimes roll and sometimes condense, as if they have their own life and will. They may turn into giant dragons flying into the sky, or tigers descending from the mountains, or cranes spreading their wings, with countless forms and endless changes. Whenever the clouds change, they are accompanied by gusts of whistling wind, as if it is the low hum of the gods, which makes people feel awe.

The power of the cloud formation lies not only in its spectacular sight, but also in its strong defense and ability to trap enemies. Any creature that tries to pass through the cloud formation will feel as if they are trapped in a quagmire. The rolling clouds seem to have infinite power, tightly wrapping the creatures in it, making it impossible for them to break free. At the same time, the moisture and wind in the cloud formation will constantly erode the body and soul of the creature, causing it to gradually lose its strength and will.

When the twelve golden immortals of the Chan sect felt this power, their hearts were filled with fear and despair. They had never thought that one day they would fall into such a desperate situation and be trapped by a small immortal genius.

They struggled hard, trying to escape the constraints of the formation, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not escape the powerful force emitted by the two magic weapons and the Nine Heavens Clouds and Stars Formation.

The cold air emitted by the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd and the light emitted by the Yunguang Colored Glaze Bottle intertwined and echoed each other, making the power in the formation even more violent and fierce.

The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Orthodox Sect struggled hard in the formation, but ultimately they could not escape the fate of being trapped in the formation.

Moreover, the cloud formation is not static.

It would constantly change its form and power according to Yang Ling's will and the changes in his magic power. Sometimes, the cloud array would turn into a vast sea of ​​fog, making it impossible to tell the direction; sometimes, it would turn into sharp cloud blades, cutting off all creatures that dared to challenge its power.

In the Nine Heavens Cloud Star Array, the cloud array, as the first barrier on the periphery, not only provides a natural defense line for the array, but also allows the power within the array to be better condensed and released. When the twelve golden immortals of the Chan Sect were trapped in the cloud array, they felt unprecedented fear and despair.

The rolling clouds, the howling wind, and the moisture and wind that corroded their bodies and souls made it impossible for them to escape, and they could only struggle in the formation.

Deep in the Nine Heavens Clouds and Stars Array, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Orthodox School were imprisoned, surrounded by the rolling sea of ​​clouds and occasional thunder that broke the silence. The entire space seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible force, which made people feel chilly.

The Golden Immortals who were once high and mighty now looked pale, with unprecedented panic and anxiety flashing in their eyes.

Taiyi Zhenren is usually gentle and polite, but at this moment his brows were furrowed, and his hands were tightly clenched with magic spells, trying to stabilize his body which was shaking with fear.

He looked around, searching for even the slightest chance to escape, silently saying in his heart: "There is always a way out, there must be a way to break the formation."

As the eldest disciple of the Chan Sect, Guang Chengzi looked solemn at the moment, but he was secretly analyzing the trajectory of the formation. He gestured with his fingers in the air and said in a deep voice: "As Taiyi Golden Immortals, how can we admit defeat so easily? We must find a way to break the formation as soon as possible!"

Chi Jingzi and Yu Ding Zhenren stood back to back, exchanging nervous glances with each other. Their breathing became rapid, but they held the magic weapons tightly in their hands, ready to deal with sudden crises at any time.

"My fellow disciples, we need to calm down first and work together to find the center of the formation, only then can we have a chance of survival."

Lord Qingxu Daode and Master Lingbao closed their eyes and concentrated, trying to communicate between heaven and earth through telepathy, looking for clues to break the formation hidden in the chaos.

Beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, but they were not too worried.

Ju Liusun and Manjusri Bodhisattva, two golden immortals known for their wisdom, were discussing in low voices at this moment, trying to find a way to break this kind of formation from ancient books.

While Samantabhadra and Cihang Taoist calmed their inner anxieties, they used their magical powers to explore the surroundings, hoping to find the weak point of the formation.

Zhenren Huanglong and Daoxing Tianzun were anxious and kept trying to use their powerful magic power to impact the edge of the formation.

Inside the cloud formation is a thunder formation.

The thunder array was composed of countless lightning and thunder, which raged like the wrath of the gods. Every time a lightning flashed across the sky, it was accompanied by a deafening thunder, as if it was going to shatter the entire world. The power of the thunder array was violent and fierce, and any living being hit by it would instantly turn into ashes.

Its existence not only enhances the power of the formation, but also makes the creatures within the formation feel an unprecedented fear and despair.

Under the vast sky, dark clouds covered the sky and thunder roared, as if the God of Heaven was angry and wanted to wash away everything in the world. The twelve golden immortals of the Chan Sect, these twelve extraordinary and profound immortals, were now in an unprecedented thunder array trial. All around them were endless lightning and thunder. Every lightning contained the power to destroy the world, and every thunder shook the immortals' minds.

The first to bear the brunt was the Divine Night Thunder, which was like a huge mouth splitting open in the sky, spewing out dazzling blue light, and struck down with destructive force. Among the Twelve Golden Immortals, Guang Chengzi stretched out his body, waved the whisk in his hand, and turned it into thousands of silk threads, cleverly pulling the power of the Divine Night Thunder, making it deviate from its trajectory, protecting the immortals from harm.

However, the Shenxiao Thunder was like a huge mouth cracking in the sky, spewing out a dazzling blue light. Every bombardment was accompanied by a deafening roar that made people's hearts and minds shattered.

Guang Chengzi held a whisk in his hand and moved lightly through the lightning. He tried to use the whisk to guide the power of the Divine Night Thunder, but several lightning bolts still penetrated his defense and hit him. His clothes were torn, revealing the charred skin underneath. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted on fighting against the lightning.

Then, the thunder roared, and its sound was as heavy as a thousand kilograms, shaking the void. Chi Jingzi remained calm, forming seals with his hands, and the true energy in his body surged, forming a golden shield, absorbing all the power of the thunder, and turning it into gentle energy, nourishing the surrounding space.

In comparison, the Tiangang Thunder is even more powerful. Its sound is as heavy as a thousand kilograms, shaking the void, as if it would shatter the entire world.

Chi Jingzi used his golden shield to block it, but the power of the Tiangang Thunder was too strong, and the shield was instantly shattered, with fragments flying everywhere. He was shaken and flew out, like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground.

He was vomiting blood and his face was as pale as paper. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

On the other side, the more bizarre and changeable Five Elements Divine Thunder fell down, and the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth intertwined to form colorful lightning, trying to penetrate all defenses.

Faced with this scene, Taiyi Zhenren was surrounded by a five-element halo. With his profound knowledge of the five elements, he tried to guide the five-element divine thunder to cancel each other out, demonstrating extraordinary control.

However, the power of the Five Elements Divine Thunder was too complex for him to fully control at once.

Several lightning bolts penetrated his aura and hit him, causing him to stagger and barely stand. His clothes were scorched and his skin was burned, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted in fighting against the lightning bolts.

The rest of the Golden Immortals also fought on their own. Jade Ding Zhenren's sword light seemed so small in the lightning. He was hit by several lightning bolts, and the sword light dimmed instantly. He was shocked and retreated repeatedly, almost falling to the ground.

Although the magic weapon of Lingbao Master absorbed some of the lightning, it also exploded because it could not withstand too much force. The fragments flew everywhere, almost injuring him. His face was solemn, and he quickly sacrificed another magic weapon to continue fighting against the lightning.

Although Manjusri Bodhisattva and Samantabhadra had resolved some of the thunderstorms with their wisdom and compassion, they were still in a state of disarray. Their clothes were torn and their breathing was disordered, and it was obvious that they had suffered a great shock.

However, they did not give up hope. They supported each other, advanced and retreated together, and continued to search for a way to break the thunder array with firm belief and unyielding will.

Under the bombardment of the thunder array, the twelve golden immortals of the Chan sect were beaten into a miserable state. Their protective magic weapons were severely damaged, and their bodies were also injured to varying degrees.

The center of the thunder array is the star array. The star array is composed of countless bright stars, which flicker and rotate, as if forming a mysterious pattern. Each star contains endless power and wisdom. They interweave and echo each other, forming an airtight net. The power in the star array is powerful and mysterious. It can penetrate the soul and body of all living beings and bind them firmly in the array. No matter whether it is a fairy or a demon, once trapped in the star array, there is no escape.

The layout of the Nine Heavens Clouds and Stars Array is exquisite. The outer cloud array, the middle thunder array and the inner star array echo and reinforce each other, making the power of the entire array stronger and stronger.

When the twelve golden immortals of the Chan sect passed through the thunder array and stepped into the star array, it was as if they had crossed the boundaries of time and space and arrived in a vast and boundless starry sky. In the star array, the scene of the stars was magnificent, as if the mysteries of the entire universe were condensed in this world. All around, there was endless darkness, like the deep night sky, and in this darkness, the stars were like little lights, shining brightly, blooming with dazzling light.

These stars are of different sizes and shapes, some are like tiny pearls, emitting soft brilliance; some are like huge gems, shining brightly, illuminating the entire star array. Their colors are also colorful, red like fire, blue like the sea, green like emerald, purple like Roland, intertwined together, forming a gorgeous and colorful starry sky painting.

There seems to be some mysterious connection between the stars. Their lights interweave and collide in the air, forming gorgeous light bands, like a rainbow in the sky, or like the silk ribbons of gods, flowing and mysterious. These light bands shuttle and flow in the star array, embellishing the entire star array with even more mystery.

What is even more amazing is that these stars seem to have life, their light sometimes strong and sometimes weak, as if they are breathing and beating. Sometimes, a star will suddenly burst into a dazzling light, illuminating the entire star array, and then quickly dim, as if showing the world its mystery and power.

In this sea of ​​stars, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect seemed to be tiny beings. They were in the star array, surrounded by the light of the stars, and felt unprecedented shock and awe. They knew that these stars were not only beautiful and mysterious, but also contained infinite power and danger.

This tranquility was only an appearance, because in the next moment, countless stars suddenly burst into dazzling light and turned into extremely sharp swords, shooting towards them with the sound of breaking through the air.

Guangchengzi stretched out his body, like a crane spreading its wings, and flew lightly among the starlight. The whisk in his hand swung freely, and every swing could accurately shoot down several starlight swords. But even so, there were still countless swords attacking from all directions, making him overwhelmed.

Chi Jingzi offered up an ancient bronze mirror, which reflected the bright starlight, and tried to bounce back the swords one by one. However, the power of the stars was too great. Although the bronze mirror could reflect some attacks, it could not withstand the full impact. Cracks began to appear on the mirror. Chi Jingzi looked solemn and had to retreat again and again, looking for a new strategy.

Taiyi Zhenren used the Five Elements method, and a Five Elements halo surrounded his body. As the halo circulated, he tried to draw the starlight swords into the Five Elements cycle to neutralize their power. However, the power of the stars was too pure, and although the Five Elements halo could temporarily resist it, it was difficult to maintain it for a long time. Taiyi Zhenren had to dodge while looking for an opportunity to break the formation.

The rest of the Golden Immortals also displayed their magical powers. Jade Ding Zhenren's sword light was like a dragon, shuttling through the starlight, trying to cut off the tracks of those sharp swords with his sword intent; Lingbao Great Wizard summoned several magic weapons to form a series of protective barriers, but the power of the stars was too strong, and the barriers were constantly pierced. He had to change magic weapons again and again to deal with the attacks that came one after another.

Manjusri Bodhisattva and Samantabhadra, guided by wisdom and compassion, tried to use their spiritual power to sense the rhythm of the stars and find the flaws. However, the power of the stars is vast and boundless, and although their spiritual power is strong, it is difficult for them to fully grasp the secrets of the stars.

In this trial of the stars, the twelve golden immortals of the Chan sect were forced into a state of utter disgrace. Their protective magic weapons were damaged, and their bodies also suffered a considerable impact.

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In front of the Xiqi army, Shen Gongbao, riding on a mighty black tiger, had an unconcealable worry in his eyes. He stared at the formation of the Twelve Golden Immortals which was wrapped in layers of fog and strange light. They seemed to be forgotten by time and could not escape for a long time.

His heart felt as if it was being pressed down by a heavy stone, heavy and anxious, and he could not help but whisper to the Taoist Master Ran Deng beside him: "Deputy Sect Leader, what should we do? The twelve brothers are now in prison, how can we just sit there and do nothing?"

Master Ran Deng is usually calm and composed, but at this moment he could not hide the worry between his brows.

He sighed, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "I never expected that Yang Ling was so proficient in formations. This formation is so exquisite that it is not something we can easily break. Perhaps we can only send someone to Kunlun Mountain for help as soon as possible."

Just when everyone was feeling gloomy, a strange sight suddenly appeared in the sky. A stream of light came rushing from the west and arrived in an instant.

The visitor was a middle-aged Taoist priest with an immortal appearance. He was covered in clouds and stepped on the breeze. He exuded an extraordinary aura. He called himself the Taoist Lu Ya from West Kunlun. His words revealed that he was confident about the predicament in front of him: "Don't worry, I have a way to break this formation."

When Taoist Ran Deng heard this, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes, as if a drowning man had grabbed the last straw. He hurried forward, his tone full of earnestness: "If Taoist friend can help us, it will be a great blessing for us! Please quickly use your magical powers to save the Twelve Golden Immortals from the water and fire."

Taoist Lu Ya nodded and leisurely descended under the clouds in the sky. The ancient and mysterious star array seemed like a sleeping beast, quietly lying before his eyes.

He raised his hand gently, a faint light glittering on his fingertips, and a painting containing endless mysteries slowly unfolded in his palm. On the painting, thousands of demon gods were vivid, roaring or humming, and every stroke contained amazing vitality, as if they could break free of the canvas at any time and jump into this real world.

At this moment, the demon gods seemed to have heard the call of Taoist Lu Ya, and they broke free from the painting one after another, turning into streams of light, surrounding him. They had different shapes, some were covered in scales, some had wings covering the sky, and some were emitting faint fluorescence, forming a shocking picture of demon gods.

Then, Taoist Lu Ya took out a shocking magic weapon from his sleeve - 365 star flags. Each of these flags was inlaid with bright star gems, shining with dazzling light, as if all the stars in the universe were condensed in it.

He waved his hand lightly, and these star flags flew automatically into the hands of each demon god as if they had spirits.

The demon gods were blessed by the Star Banner, and their momentum became even more majestic. They roared in unison, and the Star Banners in their hands danced as they swayed, releasing dazzling light. Those lights reflected the stars in the sky, as if connecting the entire world together, forming an indescribable wonderful resonance.

As the demon gods and the Star Banners linked up, the star formation above the nine-day cloud began to tremble slightly, as if awakened by this powerful force. Yang Ling, who was in the formation, was originally immersed in the mystery of the formation, but suddenly sensed an unprecedented fluctuation.

He was startled and frowned, then he flashed out of the formation and saw Taoist Lu Ya standing under the clouds in the sky, his figure tall and straight, like an immortal immortal.

He was holding a dazzling star banner, and the star gems inlaid on the banner sparkled in the sun, as if they could communicate with heaven and earth and draw the power of the stars. His eyes were deep and mysterious, revealing an extraordinary temperament.

Beside him, the ancient scroll has been fully unfolded, and the demons and gods in the painting seem to be given life, lifelike, and breathtaking. They are soaring in the sky, lurking in the deep sea, or galloping in the mountains and forests, and every stroke contains amazing vitality and magnificent momentum.

These demon gods have different shapes. Some are covered in gorgeous scales, shining with dazzling light; some have wings that cover the sky, as if they can cover the entire sky; some emit faint fluorescence all over their bodies, like bright lights in the night.

Some of them have their eyes wide open, some are roaring, and some are humming. Each expression is lifelike, as if it can penetrate the painting and establish a wonderful connection with the real world.

Under the control of Taoist Lu Ya, these demon gods seemed to obey his call, breaking free from the painting one after another, turning into streams of light, surrounding him. They were circling and dancing, or galloping and leaping, echoing with the star flag in Taoist Lu Ya's hand, forming a shocking picture.

Although these demon gods only exist in the paintings, under the power of Taoist Lu Ya, they seem to have real life and power.

Yang Ling stared at Taoist Lu Ya with a sharp gaze, and asked in a tone that left no room for doubt: "Lu Ya, why do you interfere in the affairs between our Renjiao and Xianjiao?"

Taoist Lu Ya shook his head slightly, and waved the Star Flag in his hand slightly. The light of the stars flickered, and he said calmly: "It's not that I want to interfere, it's destiny, I just follow the destiny."

Hearing this, Yang Ling sneered, his eyes flashed with sarcasm: "Destiny? Humph, don't try to fool me with such high-sounding words. You actually want to avenge yourself, right?"

Taoist Lu Ya's expression changed slightly, but he soon regained his composure. He said in a cold tone, "Yang Ling, where do you get this from? I don't understand what you are saying."

Yang Ling sneered even more. He took a step closer and stared into Taoist Lu Ya's eyes: "Don't pretend in front of me. I know your true identity. You are actually the prince of the demon clan, right?"

When Taoist Lu Ya heard this, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but he still forced himself to remain calm and denied it flatly: "You are talking nonsense! How could I be the prince of the demon clan? Don't slander me!"

Yang Ling was not willing to give in. He pointed at the Starry Banner in Taoist Lu Ya's hand and the Ten Thousand Monsters Picture that faintly revealed a demonic aura, and said in a cold voice: "If you are not the prince of the demon race, why do you have the Ten Thousand Monsters Picture of Bai Ze Demon Saint and the Starry Banner, the treasure of the demon race? These are not something that anyone can possess!"

Taoist Lu Ya sneered and looked at Yang Ling with cold eyes: "Even if you guessed it, so what? These are my own opportunities, what do they have to do with you?"

Yang Ling's eyes were sharp, his body shook, and he continued to approach Taoist Lu Ya, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone: "Chance? Humph, I think it's a conspiracy. You are the prince of the demon clan, but you are lurking in the immortal way. What is your intention?"

Taoist Lu Ya was also unwilling to be outdone. He retreated slightly and at the same time stretched out his hand to stop Yang Ling from getting closer. There was a hint of warning in his tone: "I, Lu Ya, have my own reasons for doing things. I don't need to explain to you."

Yang Ling sneered. He did not buy it and continued to question: "Lu Ya, I will ask you one last time, why do you want to interfere in our affairs? You are the prince of the demon tribe, but you are hiding in the immortal way. What is your plan?"

Taoist Lu Ya shook his head slightly, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes: "Yang Ling, why do you ask when you already know the answer? As the prince of the demon clan, I naturally have my mission and responsibility. As for why I hide in the immortal way, it is just a means for me to achieve my goal."

"Method?" Yang Ling sneered, waved his sleeves fiercely, and said angrily: "Lu Ya, if you continue to be stubborn, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Taoist Lu Ya sneered. He did not take Yang Ling's threat seriously. Instead, he said more arrogantly, "You're welcome? Humph, I, Lu Ya, have never been afraid of anyone. If you have the ability, come and give it a try."

The atmosphere between the two became increasingly tense, like a taut string that could break at any time. Yang Ling and Taoist Lu Ya faced each other, their eyes revealing undisguised hostility and determination.

This conflict seems to be inevitable.

The atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became tense, and a storm seemed about to break out between them.

Only a battle can resolve the grievances and disputes between them.

(End of this chapter)