In this dark void, the dim black color was flowing in the void. The faint Buddha light flickered in it, and on the ground formed by the Nine Palaces, there were stars. The whole body of Elder Jingtian exuded an atmosphere of Buddha and demons coexisting. This atmosphere made this demon-like elder of Shushan stand tall in this vast world.
Such elders seem to have long formed an orthodoxy that is considered indestructible, which has permeated the good people. This orthodoxy makes it difficult for people to distinguish between true good and evil.
Wu Yugang, the prince of the Dragon Palace, this celestial dragon full of justice and kindness, was regarded as having an alien temperament by his parents even among the dragon clan. This temperament made it difficult for this righteous dragon to gain a foothold and survive in the heavens. Even in the Taoist sect, he was regarded as an enemy. This was sad in the three realms. After all, if justice was an enemy, how could one be a good person!
Wu Yugang is in a situation filled with countless misunderstandings. Only the justice and kindness in his heart are always the greatest motivation to support the dragon. It is only the lack of justice in the world that makes the dragon seem so priceless forever, even the priceless treasure will seem dull.
Facing the vigorous and powerful aura of Elder Jingtian, Wu Yugang stood upright with a sword in his hand, facing the orthodox demon, not retreating at all for the so-called orthodoxy. The aura of justice echoed in the void, and even the Buddha's light seemed much dimmer.
As the saying goes: History is all gone in the wind and smoke,
The world is a cruel and confusing river of desire.
Where is the eternal justice now
No immortals or Buddhas are seen, only demons.
Elder Jingtian saw that the Nine Palaces Magic Bureau was only a form left, and the power of the stars in the heavens also appeared in the Nine Palaces. Now he had to rely on his thousand years of cultivation to fight against this ignorant boy in the world. Thinking of this, Elder Jingtian couldn't help but get angry. After all, he had just made a mistake and now it was difficult to find a way out.
Elder Jingtian waved the demon-gathering banner and chanted the immortal formula. The demonic energy was flying all over the demon-gathering banner, and the ferocious beasts on the demon-gathering banner were all visible. But somehow, the monsters on the demon-gathering banner could not fly out of the demon banner, leaving behind the invincible and powerful aura, standing there bluffing.
Wu Yugang saw the strange changes and laughed up to the sky: "Hahaha, Jingtian, there is always a way out, but, God's will can be forgiven, but self-inflicted will be unforgivable. Don't think of yourself as the immortal God anymore. It's not too late to admit your mistakes and surrender now."
Jingtian was furious when he heard Wu Yugang's words. He thought that among all the Taoist sects in the world, which one was not controlled by Shushan? Only the Taiji Sect was independent in the world, and was not affected by other sects. Moreover, it was shameless to set up its own sect and deceive the world, which was really intolerable for the Taoist sect.
Jingtian waved the demon-gathering banner in his hand and shouted, "You ignorant boy, you have not yet fully understood the principles of filial piety, yet you dare to massacre the elders of the Taoist sect. This is unforgivable!"
The demon-gathering banner, mixed with the aura of evil spirits, fell from the sky and flew straight to the top of Wu Yugang's head. The momentum of the desperate situation did not diminish at all, and the momentum of dying was even more fierce.
Wu Yugang held the Tiangang sword in his hand, with a hint of disdain on his lips. In this world, filial piety is for those who are kind and virtuous. To only recognize filial piety towards evil is nothing more than helping the tyrant to do evil.
In the hands of these determined Taiji disciples, only the magic of no moves is the powerful weapon to defeat the devil in this world. The aura of justice that has been contained in their hearts for a long time is also the unique magic weapon of Taiji, supporting this discriminated folk sect.
Seeing the demon-gathering banner coming, Wu Yugang was not in a hurry. He gently raised the sword in his hand. Although it seemed to be a slight lift, the ancient aura was fully revealed on the sword in that action.
This primitive aura made the sword look so simple and unadorned, yet it showed an unattainable supreme temperament. This temperament contained all the complexity, thus transforming it into a simple and extraordinary simple sword.
The Tiangang Sword shot up from bottom to top, emitting an irresistible sword light, which struck the Demon Gathering Banner with great force. The earth-shaking explosion sounded continuously.
Swords swirled, demonic energy flew, Wu Yugang and Elder Jingtian fought in one place. In this void, only the aura could be seen, but it was difficult to see the people fighting.
Elder Jingtian stood aside and could not help but admire him. After all, when Wu Yugang's Bagua formation was colliding with Elder Jingtian, the young Taiji disciple showed his infinite skills. Even the elder of the Demonic Path could not resist such profound skills. If the power of the powerful counterattack was not twice that of Jingtian, it would be difficult to achieve.
After all, this sect is about training, and this cultivation also requires long-term training to reach the supreme realm. And Wu Yugang looks like he is only in his twenties. At such a young age, he has a foundation that exceeds a thousand years of cultivation. In the world, it is rare to find such a person.
Evil spirits were constantly flying, and sword lights were interlaced. In the dim light, the sword in Wu Yugang's hand swept across the Nine Palaces, and the demon-gathering banner in the hands of Elder Jingtian could only parry under Wu Yugang's attack, and had no power to fight back.
This contest between justice and evil seemed destined to be the victory of justice from the beginning to the end. After all, good cannot prevail over evil, and this is a fact that has been difficult to change for thousands of years. Wu Yugang also stood up and did not want to be entangled by the evil spirit, but walked on the road of justice.
Jiuli Zhenren was also surprised. After all, in this Shushan land, the Miao village was located deep in the mountains and suffered from the invasion of the Taoist sect. The name of the demon seemed to have been engraved on the heads of these kind people. However, the real demon that harms people is regarded as common sense.
The leader of the Shushan Taoist sect dominates the world, but he does not have a broad and tolerant mind. He regards human life as worthless in this world. For the sake of the so-called status, he does not hesitate to make this world a mess. The chivalrous way is gradually disappearing under the breath of this devil.
True Man Jiuli looked at Elder Jingtian who was about to die, and his heart was lifted.
The sword in Wu Yuguang's hand shone brightly, and a sharp sword force followed. In the void where demonic energy was flying, the cold sword was against Elder Jingtian's throat.
Elder Jingtian's life was hanging by a thread. At this critical moment, suddenly a ray of Buddha's light descended from the sky and blocked Wu Yuguang's sword.
The sandalwood fragrance was everywhere, the Buddha's light was emerging, and the Buddhas of the ten directions filled the space and appeared in the sky. (To be continued)