A powerful hurricane mixed with sky fire, the fire took advantage of the wind, the wind took advantage of the fire, the wind became stronger and stronger, and the fire became bigger. The raging fire started to burn, and it burned more and more vigorously. It burned all over Shushan, and the scene was very tragic. At this time, the ancestor Jingtian had no time to take care of other things. He hurriedly collected the monsters and guarded the mountain gate tightly, not daring to act rashly. He was just like a turtle, shrinking his head and tail and not daring to show his head.
In mid-air, the monster suddenly turned and flew away, disappearing in the sea of fire. The disappearance of the firebird really made Lei Gong breathe a sigh of relief, the firebird was too difficult to deal with. The heavenly soldiers and generals laughed at the burning scene of Shushan and let out a breath of anger. Dianmu praised Fengbo from time to time, saying that he had great magic power. Now these monsters in Shushan could not escape the heavenly calamity. They would definitely be burned to death under the temple on the mountain.
Lei Gong turned around and came to the three immortals who came to help in the battle, thanking them endlessly.
Feng Bo said as he cast a spell: "With your Thunderbolt and Fire, plus my Hurricane of Heaven and Earth, these demons will not be able to escape this disaster no matter how powerful they are. Let them report to the underworld! Hahaha!"
The fire from the sky burned for an hour along with the hurricane. Although the temple did not collapse, it was burned beyond recognition.
"Such a big fire, if it doesn't kill them, they will be burnt to a crisp! Now I can get rid of the hatred in my heart, and these evil people will get the punishment they deserve. The power of my heaven will not be lost!" Lei Gong said excitedly.
The Lightning Mother said at the side: "Let these evildoers know the consequences of stealing divine arts. The might of heaven will not tolerate chicken-stealing and dog-stealing thieves!"
The Rain Master remained silent for a long time, and after watching the burning fire for a while, he said to the Wind Master, "It's almost burned out now! If we look at the damage caused by the mountain torrents, these evil cultivators will surely die."
The Wind Master put away his wind bag, and the Rain Master waved his hand and offered a magic weapon, which turned out to be a cup of clear water. Although it was a cup of clear water, it was incredible after it was offered. The powerful water flow was like a river bursting its banks. The flood came down from the sky and rushed straight to the Shushan Temple. The sound of water roared, and the torrent rushed in, with the momentum of thousands of horses galloping, roaring, rolling huge waves, like the Qiantang tide, rushing in unison.
When the hurricane started, the Shushan sects had a hard time standing under the strong wind. They were shaking like yellow leaves in the autumn wind, ready to fall. The hurricane was so strong that the sects had no choice but to fly into the sea of fire and disappear at any time.
Seeing this, Patriarch Jingtian knew that although he was facing a powerful enemy, he had to save his life first. He couldn't be careless because of his momentary success. He also had to take care of all the disciples and couldn't let them die tragically. He couldn't get a bad reputation. Although the Patriarch of Shushan was a demon, there were laws for demons and codes for thieves. Although he was attacked, he still kept his old demon character.
In a hurry, the ancestor put away his magic. He hurriedly took out the immortal treasure, the Wind-Fixing Bead. This Wind-Fixing Bead had an extraordinary origin. It was not an ordinary immortal treasure. It came from outside the righteous heaven, from the evil heaven. The ancestor cultivated the evil heaven magic, with great magic power and extraordinary concentration. The ancestor's concentration is incomparable to ordinary people. He practiced Taoism for 500 years before he reached a good state. The essence of the evil heaven and the splendor of the universe and the netherworld were gathered to form this bead.
Only extraordinary concentration can cultivate the highest art, otherwise the essence of the evil spirit will be difficult to condense and utilize. Without the highest level of cultivation, it is difficult to control the highest magic objects. No matter how many magic weapons you have, it is difficult to improve your talent, and it will only be a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron.
The Wind-Fixing Bead was indeed very powerful when it came out. Although the temple was engulfed by the flames, it was difficult to escape, and for a moment they were panicked and didn't know what to do. The disciples of the sects had nowhere to hide under the powerful flames. Although the lightning and fire shields were powerful, they could not escape the scorching flames, the licking of the flames, and the comfort of the hurricane.
Everyone was in a panic, but suddenly they felt much cooler, as if the wind had disappeared, which was very refreshing. The various sects looked at the old ancestor holding the shiny black pill bead, and understood the whole story. Only then did they feel a little calmer.
Liu Xiahui, the head of Qingcheng Sect, was amazed at the old ancestor's control of the magic item and couldn't help but say, "The old ancestor has great magic power, and the Qingyou magic is really amazing. If I have time in the future, I will definitely ask the old ancestor for some guidance. It will not be in vain. With the old ancestor's guidance, my power will definitely increase greatly!"
The various sects echoed in agreement, praising and cursing the fickleness of heaven and the injustice of the world.
The Emei disciple said coldly: "There is no justice here. Someone rashly stole the divine art of the heaven. Why don't we just settle the account with that person? And they even resorted to war and involved these innocent people. How can we reason with them?"
The head of the sect, the fairy Xuannv, remained silent, thinking: Could it be that someone who has practiced Taoism for more than 400 years has offended the heavenly calamity and caused this disaster? Who is it? I have only practiced Taoism for more than 200 years, and I am also suffering from the melon flood here!
The Kunlun sect disciples kept cursing. Ma Yuntao shouted, "Which rat has angered the heavens and caused us to be implicated? Why don't you go and confess your sins, or innocent people will be harmed! How do you feel, you shameless bastard hiding in the dark?"
The head of Huashan was afraid that this would cause internal strife, so he kept persuading them: "Since we are here, don't talk about anything else! First, think about how to avoid the disaster in front of you, otherwise it will not benefit anyone!"
The head of Kongtong, Xuanzhen, repeatedly persuaded the anxious and angry disciples of each sect not to worry. The masters of cultivation from various sects gathered here, and there was no difficulty that could not be overcome. With the protection of the ancestors, we will be fine. Besides, our own cultivation is also amazing, and there will definitely be a time to show our prowess. Don't damage your fighting spirit because of a temporary failure, you will definitely be the best in the world in the future.
Everyone knew the purpose of persuasion. Faced with the dangerous fire and hurricane, and the approaching heavenly soldiers, they didn't know what to say. They could only talk nonsense to ease their mood.
On the distant mountains, Wu Yuguang and others were observing the enemy's formation. When they checked the truth, they suddenly saw thunder and fire rising into the sky with a hurricane above Shu Mountain. The raging flames were burning the trees on the mountain. In this scene, Shu Mountain seemed to be in danger and could hardly survive.
Yang Chenguang shouted, "Great! Great! Brother, look, this sky fire is so blazing, it can burn those demons to death! We just need to wait and clean up the battlefield! My hatred will be avenged!"
Wu Yugang looked at the blazing fire and said thoughtfully, "It looks like the heavenly soldiers have indeed won, but there are many variables in war. We can't get carried away by a temporary victory. We must be on guard against the enemy's evil plans!"
Yang Chenguang said impatiently: "Brother! How can you boost others' prestige and destroy your own spirit? A temporary victory is also a victory and should be celebrated. Only in this way can the soldiers be full of fighting spirit!"
Wu Yuguang listened to his brother's words in silence, looking up at the battlefield.
At this moment, the Milky Way suddenly appeared upside down in the sky, and a strong stream of water rushed towards the temple in Shushan.
Seeing this, Yang Chenguang said in surprise: "Shushan is definitely gone now, and the Heaven Realm has won a great victory. Speaking of which, we have to thank the power of heaven!" (To be continued)