nyslfriends Chapter 1737 The Attack Arrives, Appear!
Chapter 1737 The Attack Arrives, Appear!
"well···
"If it weren't for Old Monster Cheng monopolizing three medium-sized spiritual veins in Jin Kingdom, we wouldn't have even bothered to look at him."
"good!
Old Monster Cheng is too greedy. In the past, with the three major alliances above us keeping us in check, we couldn't make a move.
But things are different now; Old Monster Cheng is still clinging to the spiritual vein and refuses to let go...
Even if we don't make a move, others will still be eyeing this lucrative opportunity. Who knows how many people are already eyeing it covetously?
"What you say is true, fellow Daoist..."
"The Immortal Alliance's order has collapsed... Old Monster Cheng is ignorant of destiny and is destined to face calamity."
"···"
"Haha, that's excellent!"
The three exchanged a glance and then fell silent.
Outside the window, the skeletal spaceship surged with demonic light, heading towards the heart of the Jin Kingdom—
They sped off towards Baiyun Gate, cutting through the air.
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Baiyun Gate, the forbidden area in the back mountain.
The ancient temple is hidden deep in the clouds and mist, so quiet that even time seems to stand still here.
Inside a secret chamber within the hall, an indescribable, majestic energy permeated the air, like an invisible tide slowly surging, enveloping the entire quiet room in a mysterious aura.
Following the source of the fluctuations...
On a cloud bed, a handsome young man sat cross-legged.
His eyes were lowered, his expression serene, and a faint spiritual light flowed around him, like an immortal descended from the heavens, exuding an otherworldly aura that could only be admired from afar and not profaned.
This young man was none other than Cheng Buzheng—
More accurately, it is one of his Dharma bodies.
Although the Dharmakaya manifests according to the physical form, being exceptionally handsome and possessing extraordinary bearing, the Dharmakaya is ultimately just the Dharmakaya and cannot be the true deity.
Unless the original body perishes and the true spirit is transferred!
Only then can the Dharmakaya truly transform into the physical body.
It is also an alternative means of saving one's life.
now,
This Dharma body was completely focused, its mind traversing the void to remotely assist another Dharma body located on the other side of the Forbidden Sea, accelerating its comprehension of the "Law of Blood" that was surging forth like a torrent.
The efficiency of engaging in dual practice and jointly comprehending the same source goes far beyond the simple equation of one plus one equals two.
of course,
Compared to Cheng Buzheng's state of perfect spiritual enlightenment and clear understanding of the Dao, it is naturally far inferior.
But it far surpasses the comprehension speed of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators—
Even if the opponent on the other side is the "High Priest" who governs a clan, it is still the same.
If it weren't for the fear that the High Priest might act desperately and ruin this opportunity...
Cheng Buzheng's true form had long ago lent a helping hand to the Dharma body.
Back then!
The Dharma Body within the Forbidden Sea can comprehend the laws more efficiently and even faster.
I reckon back then, the high priest would be lucky to even get a sip of soup!
at this time···
The blood-red aura surrounding Cheng Buzheng's Dharma Body, which was originally as thin as gauze, was becoming increasingly dense at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The majestic energy that filled the quiet room grew increasingly powerful and heavy.
It resembles an ancient behemoth about to awaken.
however.
This was even with Cheng Buzheng deliberately suppressing his fluctuations.
Otherwise, the natural fluctuations alone would be enough to completely shatter this quiet room, which is covered with many restrictions, and even the entire ancient hall!
Even this vast Baiyun Gate will be destroyed in an instant.
At that moment, his mind stirred slightly.
A sharp and chilling killing intent was tearing through the air from the far distance, moving at great speed with a clear target—
Heading straight for Baiyun Sect!
The next moment, Cheng Buzheng's Dharma Body, who was sitting cross-legged on the cloud bed, suddenly opened his eyes.
A glint of light flashed in his eyes, like a bolt of cold lightning cleaving through the long night, and a chill instantly rose in the quiet room.
"Interesting," he murmured to himself, a faint, indifferent smile playing on his lips.
"Someone actually dared to show me murderous intent..."
"I'd like to see who this person is!"
Although the killing intent did not threaten him in the slightest, the dignity of a strong person cannot be challenged.
Having traveled through hundreds of years, he is no longer the ordinary young man who adhered to the principle of "equality for all" and worked tirelessly to fulfill his 996 work culture.
The cruel laws of the cultivation world are deeply ingrained in people's hearts—survival of the fittest, strength is paramount!
Although the bottom line has not been lost, the mindset has already changed.
Thinking of this,
Golden light flowed in Cheng Buzheng's pupils, and countless runes appeared and disappeared from the depths of his eyes.
His gaze seemed to pierce through the walls of the meditation room, pass over the protective array of the White Cloud Sect, and reach the depths of the endless void.
In an instant, the source of the killing intent was identified—
On the horizon, a dark streak of light tore through the clouds and sped towards them.
As his gaze focused, endless golden runes flowed and evolved within his pupils...
In less than one ten-thousandth of a second, the scene within the stream of light suddenly became clear:
It was a colossal ship of white bones, surging with demonic energy. Its hull was surrounded by countless white bones and engraved with numerous eerie runes. Its aura was ferocious and its evil power was overwhelming.
Inside the ship, demonic figures loomed, their auras mixed yet orderly, clearly indicating a large army of demons.
Inside the luxurious cabin at the highest point of the Bone Spaceship, three figures with particularly powerful auras sat facing each other, raising their glasses and laughing softly.
See this scene.
A mocking glint appeared in Cheng Buzheng's eyes, his gaze turning slightly cold.
"So it was the old demon from the Corpse Sect..."
"The other two must be helpers who were invited here."
Have they all broken through to the mid-Nascent Soul stage?
Is this the audacity that gives you the right to cause me trouble?
His sarcasm deepened: "I haven't even had a chance to suppress you demons yet, and you've already delivered yourselves to my doorstep."
"Very well, since you are determined to die, I will grant your wish."
With a thought, the figure on the cloud bed vanished without a trace.
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Almost simultaneously, outside the White Cloud Sect's protective formation...
A figure appeared out of thin air.
His green robe fluttered as he stood with his hands behind his back, gazing calmly at the distant horizon.
In just a few breaths, a black dot appeared on the horizon, rapidly expanding and approaching with overwhelming demonic power!
In the blink of an eye, a vast expanse of demonic light traversed the sky and pierced through the darkness.
hum-
The demonic light receded, and the white bone treasure ship, exuding a murderous aura, hovered in the void.
Three demonic figures emerged from the ship, stood in mid-air, and confronted Cheng Buzheng from afar.
They were none other than the Yin Corpse Ancestor, the Evil Spirit Ancestor, and the Crimson Flame Ancestor.
Immediately afterwards, the cabin door of the White Bone Treasure Ship opened, and a group of demonic cultivators of varying heights, ages, and clothing filed out.
However, the main body is still divided into three major camps.
On the left were demonic cultivators surrounded by blood energy, wearing blood-red robes with a crimson flame pattern embroidered on their chests.
In the center stood a group of demonic cultivators, dressed in black robes with coffin ornaments hanging from their waists and delicate coffin patterns embroidered on their cuffs.
However, the colors of the embroidery patterns on the coffins differ.
The gold coffin has the fewest embroidered patterns.
Secondly, there is the embroidered pattern on the blood-red coffin.
The most common pattern is white coffin embroidery.
Not bad.
Those embroidered with golden coffin patterns are all Golden Core Realm experts.
Those embroidered with blood-red coffin patterns are all Foundation Establishment cultivators.
The one with the white coffin embroidered with patterns is a minor cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining.
As for the demonic cultivator surrounded by evil energy on the right, he is a cultivator from the [Evil Spirit Sect].
At this time.
The three demon lords standing in the void exchanged glances. The Yin Corpse Ancestor stepped forward first and spoke in a low voice:
“Fellow Daoist Cheng, I hope you will voluntarily relinquish the medium-sized spiritual veins of the Northern Cang Mountains and the Green Wood Mountains.”
The Evil Spirit Ancestor immediately echoed:
"Indeed, fellow Daoist... I hope you will not make things difficult for us."
The Crimson Flame Ancestor laughed heartily, his tone arrogant:
“Fellow Daoist Cheng, the situation is clear now. You can’t protect these two spiritual veins. Why not let us take over and avoid fighting?”
This statement came out.
Cheng Buzheng laughed out loud as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, and even a hint of sarcasm flashed deep in his eyes.
"According to you all, should I thank you?"
however.
The three demon lords seemed completely oblivious to the sarcasm in his words, with the Corpse Ancestor even responding with a smile:
"No need for thanks!"
"All we ask is that you do not disappoint our good intentions, fellow Daoist."
Clearly, they were unwilling to fight to the death with a powerful mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
Even if there are three of us, it's hard to guarantee that the other side doesn't have a trump card for a desperate counterattack.
If we can force them to retreat, that would be ideal.
This is also the best outcome.
Therefore, they pretended not to notice the sarcasm in the other person's words.
However, they also knew in their hearts how small the possibility was.
If we don't fight, how can the other side back down?
This is beyond doubt.
The next moment, Cheng Buzheng directly tore through this pretense of reconciliation:
"roll."
His voice wasn't loud, yet it resonated clearly in everyone's ears, like ice cracking in the sky.
"You think you're worthy of coveting our sect's spiritual veins?"
"Idiot's dream."
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the other side.
The moment the skeletal treasure ship manifested...
The Baiyun Sect cultivators who suppressed the sect's protective formation immediately chose to report the incident.
soon.
Under the organization of Cheng Changqing, the Grand Elder of Baiyun Sect, streams of light rose from different directions and converged on Baiyun Peak.
The sect's protective formation fully activated, its spiritual light flowing like a giant, inverted dome. Cheng Changqing stood atop the main peak, shouting in a powerful voice:
"Demonic cultivators are attacking—all disciples, heed my command: hold your positions and meet the enemy!"
"kill!"
"kill--!"
"set off!"
Under Cheng Changqing's organization, countless streams of light rose from each peak, and disciples and elders returned to their positions. Although the atmosphere was tense, it was not chaotic.
The sect-protecting formation gave them confidence and the determination to protect their sect.
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Outside the great formation, the three demon lords, having heard Cheng Buzheng's undisguised insults, had their already dwindling patience exhausted.
"Cheng Buzheng, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!"
I'll ask one last time—spiritual vein, will you allow it or not?
"If you don't comply today, we'll raze your White Cloud Sect to the ground and make you die a horrible death!"
"Fellow Daoist, you are ignorant of destiny. Today is the day you are destined to enter tribulation."
Hear the words.
Cheng Buzheng merely glanced at them sideways, his mockery undisguised:
"You bunch of worthless scoundrels think you can raze our sect to the ground?"
This statement came out.
This also completely ignited the fury of the three demon lords.
"...Good! Good! Good!" The Yin Corpse Ancestor uttered three "good"s in succession, his anger turning into a mocking laugh.
"Since you insist on dying, we will grant your wish!"
"Attack—we must not allow him to retreat back into the formation!"
"kill!"
"···"
In an instant, the three demon lords attacked simultaneously!
With a flick of his finger, the Evil Spirit Ancestor caused a curtain of light, with runes flickering and endlessly moving, to suddenly appear in the void behind Cheng Buzheng, blocking his retreat.
With a flick of his sleeve, the Yin Corpse Ancestor summoned more than ten golden-armored demonic corpses with overwhelming auras. Their corpse energy surged to the heavens, and they attacked from the left and right, locking down the flanks.
They did not give Cheng a chance to escape by fighting for his way out.
The Crimson Flame Ancestor also unleashed his signature divine power. With a single thought, he summoned a long river of burning crimson flames that suddenly descended from the sky, suppressing Cheng Buzheng like a divine punishment!
All escape routes are blocked, whether in any direction.
In this regard.
Cheng Buzheng remained standing silently in the void, his expression unchanged.
It was as if the overwhelming demonic power and the heavy encirclement before them were nothing more than a gentle breeze and a few floating clouds.
Instead, he chuckled softly, a sound that, though not loud, clearly pierced through the roaring demonic howl and the dazzling light, reaching everyone's ears:
"If your methods are limited to this..."
He slightly raised his eyes, his gaze seemingly churning with a sea of blood, before instantly returning to a deep, calm stillness.
"...Then tomorrow today will be the anniversary of your deaths."
The moment the words fell—
boom!
A terrifying pressure, far exceeding anything before and as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, erupted from his body without reservation!
Centered on him, visible ripples spread outwards, distorting the void and causing spiritual energy to escape wildly.
Even the sturdy protective array of the White Cloud Sect trembled violently, creating countless ripples.
The three demon lords, who were just moments before full of confidence and thought victory was in their grasp, instantly turned pale and their pupils shrank!
"Not good!" The Yin Corpse Ancestor cried out in alarm first, his voice filled with unprecedented panic.
"Late Nascent Soul stage!"
He is already a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!
"quick!
Set up the Three Demons Devouring the Heavens Formation!
Otherwise, none of us will escape today!
The evil spirit ancestor was practically roaring, his body surging with evil light, completely devoid of his previous composure.
Without saying a word, the Crimson Flame Ancestor rapidly formed hand seals, unleashing his full magical power in an attempt to quickly form an array with the other two.
As the saying goes, "The higher the path, the more boundless it becomes."
At this moment, the power displayed by Cheng Buzheng's Dharma body was still less than one ten-thousandth of that of his main body, but it was more than enough to deal with three mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.
In fact, regarding today's attack by demonic cultivators...
Cheng Buzheng had already foreseen this when the news of the fall of the Nascent Soul Venerable and the gradual collapse of the world's order spread far and wide.
The White Cloud Sect possesses three medium-sized spiritual veins. In a chaotic world where the Immortal Alliance has lost its deterrent power, it is like a child holding gold in a bustling market. How could it not attract covetous eyes?
In the past, his physical body, which was stationed in the sect, had deliberately maintained its cultivation level at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, so as not to be too conspicuous and to be able to barely protect the sect.
However, this level of cultivation is not enough to pose an absolute deterrent in the eyes of truly ambitious and powerful individuals.
If you want to truly preserve your sect's foundation, you must demonstrate the strength to "dominate the region" at the appropriate time.
—The late stage of the Nascent Soul realm is precisely such a perfect threshold.
This not only ensures why the White Cloud Sect can occupy multiple spiritual veins without collapsing, but also deters the vast majority of petty villains.
These three demon lords who have come to our doorstep are the perfect targets to make an example of them and establish our authority in the world.
Thinking of this,
Standing in mid-air, Cheng Buzheng indifferently swept his gaze over the three demon lords who were hastily forming an array and whose faces were pale, without the slightest ripple in his heart.
"If you have to blame someone, blame your bad luck for running into the line of fire when I'm establishing my authority."
next moment.
Cheng Buzheng remained expressionless, slowly opening his palm.
Such a simple action seemed to have touched the very core of the laws of heaven and earth.
...(End of this chapter)