flstandardbreds Chapter 426 The Holy Mother of Fire Beats Up the Eye
Chapter 426 The Holy Mother of Fire Beats Up the Eye
Chapter 426 The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit Beats Up the Thousand-Mile Eye
This is the daily reality of reaping the benefits of sworn brotherhood while living in constant fear and anxiety.
Although they believed that Yang Jiao was not fully prepared, she would certainly not risk their lives.
But that's the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, a place even saints have to be careful about. What if there's even the slightest mistake...
They dared not even think about it; neither Yun Zhongzi nor Yu Ding Zhenren dared to even consider it.
Jiang Ziya was still unsettled. He initially wanted to tell his fellow disciples about the strange behavior he felt between the Daoist Ran Deng and the Western Sage, but then he looked at Puxian instead...
Puxian and others became very close to Randeng Daoren.
He suppressed the words he wanted to say and began to speak again:
"I have divided my forces into three groups, heading towards Jiameng Pass and Chentang Pass respectively. Sishui Pass here is dangerous, so the outstanding disciples of the third generation will have to work harder and stay here."
At this point, the only outstanding individuals left were Yang Jian, Nezha, and Lei Zhenzi.
After Jiang Ziya finished speaking, his gaze was uncertain, and he continued:
"What about the Holy Mother of Fire..."
He meant something by it, but deliberately didn't say it outright.
Given his status, Jiang Ziya was the last among this group to join the sect. He had only been cultivating for forty years. By the time he became a disciple of Yuxu Palace, these senior brothers had already left their caves ten thousand years ago. He was here on his master's orders to handle the Investiture of the Gods. Although he had the right to order his senior brothers around, he had to show them respect outwardly, so he couldn't directly order them around.
In an instant, eleven of the Twelve Golden Immortals looked at Jade Cauldron Immortal.
“Senior brother, the Fire Spirit Mother’s cultivation is not low. Our cultivation is really not up to par,” Ju Liusun said first.
“Yes,” Dao Xing Tianzun replied, “We have only cultivated to the level of Celestial Immortals, and we are no match for the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit.”
"It will still be up to you, senior brother, to handle this."
The crowd began to flatter him. Master Yu Ding had never imagined that restoring his cultivation required so much work.
The saying goes, "The capable are often burdened with more work." He had been unable to do so for tens of thousands of years, and suddenly he was able to do it, which brought him a complex mix of bitterness and joy.
Yun Zhongzi stepped forward at this moment and directly refused on behalf of Yu Ding Zhenren:
"No, Senior Brother must stay and guard Sishui Pass."
"Why?" Ju Liusun didn't want to go himself. The Twelve Golden Immortals were undergoing a tribulation, and if his disciples died, it would be a way to resolve their own tribulations. His disciple Tu Xingsun had already died, and he absolutely couldn't let himself be dragged into it as well. Ju Liusun frowned and, taking advantage of his status as Yun Zhongzi's senior brother, scolded, "This is a matter for the Twelve Golden Immortals. Why are you stepping forward to make a decision for your senior brother?"
Yun Zhongzi was utterly disgusted by Ju Liusun's arrogant attitude, as if he was content once his disciple made the list. He stared at Yu Ding Zhenren and silently uttered two words: 'Yang Jiao'.
moment,
Jade Cauldron Immortal, who had originally planned to subdue the Fire Spirit Mother before arriving, suddenly clapped his hands and said:
"No need to say more. Since I am now the one with the highest cultivation among the Twelve Golden Immortals, then I shall be in the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation."
Ju Liusun was taken aback:
"Senior brother?"
Master Yu Ding turned around and glared at him with a cold look, his imposing aura striking as he shouted:
"You also know I'm the senior brother?!"
When he had lost all his cultivation, Ju Liusun wouldn't even glance at him. Now, he's unwilling to fight and all he knows how to do is call him 'Senior Brother'?
His eyes seemed to hold a layer of ice, which frightened Ju Liusun so much that he dared not speak again.
Just then, the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, wielding the Hunyuan Hammer, led three thousand fire dragon soldiers of the Shang Dynasty to block the army's advance at Jiameng Pass with fire, burning half the sky red.
They could feel the heat even from a great distance.
Guang Chengzi reluctantly got up:
"Since I am the senior brother of the Twelve Golden Immortals, then I shall go."
Yun Zhongzi stopped him, "Senior brother, why do you have to do everything yourself? Your disciple is also on the list, but his cultivation level hasn't improved either. Let someone else do it."
Guang Chengzi glanced at the others, but no one responded.
He chuckled and shook his head, patting Yun Zhongzi's hand. "Don't worry, I still have the Heaven-Turning Seal."
Guang Chengzi felt both disappointed and relieved.
They had a vague feeling that after the Investiture of the Gods, the twelve Golden Immortals, renowned throughout the Three Realms, would probably never be able to reunite.
……
Yang Jiao sat in the Zhuxian Sword Formation for two whole days.
The cultivator was no longer sleepy and felt no hunger; she was so bored that she couldn't even take a nap.
I managed to hold on for two days.
The Chaos Bell has countless layers of rust and spots.
The soul-guiding banner has moved...
She finally seemed to have someone to talk to, and shook the soul banner, but didn't see any souls being drawn to it.
"what?"
[Host... You are inside the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, please stop shaking.]
"The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation still kills souls?"
Yang Jiao, refusing to believe it, continued shaking.
Outside the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation,
The poor Holy Mother of Fire Spirit had just been smashed by Guang Chengzi's Heaven-Turning Seal, her brains splattering everywhere, when a powerful force pulled her towards the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.
At this moment, where was the slightest bit of the imposing manner she had when she came down the mountain?
The last bit of strength remaining in his soul was used to resist being pulled into the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.
Because her soul could not touch a physical object, she could not attain enlightenment and could not see her. As she was being sucked away, she could only see the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit looking terrified.
Fortunately, we encountered a willow tree along the way, which provides shade.
The Holy Mother of Fire, clinging to the branch, began to squeal and scream:
"Which deity is guiding my soul to the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation? I only taught three thousand soldiers how to control fire, and I didn't incur much karma, so why should I be punished by being sent to the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation to die and have my soul annihilated?"
The Eyes of a Thousand Miles and the Ears of the Wind have been planted here by Nezha for a long time, and his magic cannot be broken, nor can they be uprooted.
Every day, the leaves begin to fall as the wind blows, hoping that the wind can carry the accusing leaves to Aunt Yang Jiao so that she can be saved.
After waiting for the spring breeze...
Summer breeze...
Autumn wind...
Winter wind...
spring breeze……
Summer breeze...
They were greeted by a spirit whose cries were even more pitiful than theirs.
He grabbed their hair and wouldn't let go.
In an instant, the force uprooted most of the roots of both of them.
The all-seeing eye looked up pitifully:
"Master, it's not easy for an adult to grow hair, why don't you loosen your grip a bit?"
The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit was almost startled by the sudden noise and actually let go, but when she did, she saw the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation! So she gripped it even tighter.
He clung tightly to the tree trunk, pulling and holding on.
Whether it's a willow branch or a peach branch in their hands, they hook it around their feet, tie it around their waist, and hold it in their hands.
It just can't be absorbed into the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.
The all-seeing and all-hearing creatures burst into tears:
"Little auntie, when are you going to remember us two brothers? This is too tragic!"
"Not only were we planted in the ground by Nezha, but now we're being bullied by a spirit. Look at the branches of my brother and me! This woman even used my willow branches to tie a bow!"
The Holy Mother of Fire was getting a headache from all the noise.
He casually plucked a handful of willow leaves, and just as he stuffed one ear, he heard the clairvoyant crying out:
"If someone like that can die, why can't we?!"
The Fire Spirit Mother paused in her action of plugging her ears.
What did she hear?
Have these two tree spirits gone mad?
She died because she didn't want to die. Was she saying this to annoy her?
Enraged, the Holy Mother of Fire threw down the leaves, mounted the Thousand-Mile Eye, and began to beat him mercilessly.
One punch, one sentence:
"I'll kill you!!"