Yellow Court Daoist-Chapter 287 - 269: Guangyuan Demon, Where Do You Think You’re Going!

"Guangyuan Old Demon, you cannot escape! Surrender now!"

Eight hundred li of Duanlong Cliff.

Clouds rolling and billowing like a severed dragon's head.

Paths laid out between heaven and earth, one cultivator after another with boundless auras stands suspended in the air, towering aloft, each holding a magic artifact.

Lu Qingfeng stands at the very center of the void.

Seeing the cultivators surrounding him, each with an aura deep as an abyss.

He alone is suffused with rampant demonic intent, having the appearance of a great demon besieged by the heavens and bodhisattvas.

Lights of divine aura shine for miles in all directions, with a bowl in the sky casting two gold and jade colored beams of light that hang high in the skies. Combined with the divine light, they block off all escape routes.

Even with the ability to walk on the clouds and mastery of the Great Da Luo Cave Temple techniques, Lu Qingfeng finds it hard to break free.

"Purple Gold Bowl."

Lu Qingfeng looks up at the bowl above.

[Magical Artifact: Purple Gold Bowl]

[Grade: Eighth Rank]

[Description: Supreme treasure of the Great Xumi Mountain. When activated, it unleashes two gold and jade colored streams of energy that hang high in the air like divine dragons drawing water from bowl's mouth. These streams are incredibly powerful, coalescing and separating at will, rendering it impossible for flying swords, treasures, or thunder fire to advance. Flying swords of inferior power and grade can even be absorbed by it, and escape skills are also restrained.]

"An Eighth Rank magical artifact has been called into play."

Lu Qingfeng looks toward the cultivators at the four corners of Duanlong Cliff, especially the small, child-sized old monk who leads a group of them.

The Purple Gold Bowl in the sky is activated by him.

"The Kutuo Monk, worthy of being the leader of the three great monks of the Great Xumi Mountain, the Purple Gold Bowl is truly formidable. But I wonder what kind of Buddhist supreme divine power is employed by the Wuxiang Monk's divine light technique?"

Lu Qingfeng shifts his gaze from the child-sized Kutuo Monk to another old monk beside him, whose dignified visage and mountain-like stature mirror that of the other. This person has his palms together in prayer, radiating divine light for miles.

The Purple Gold Bowl alone would not have trapped Lu Qingfeng.

But it is the divine light from the Wuxiang Monk that truly seals Lu Qingfeng's retreat.

Lu Qingfeng has no fear of death, only curiosity.

"Great Xumi's Wishing Barrier, the Wuxiang Divine Light."

"This is a Buddhist supreme divine power, creating a barrier of light, and the sea of suffering is boundless. Guangyuan Master, cultivation is hard-earned, remember that redemption lies in the turn back to the shore."

"Amitabha!"

The Wuxiang Monk chants the Buddha's name, displaying compassion.

"Ha ha!"

"The monk jests."

Lu Qingfeng laughs heartily, completely unafraid.

In this life.

Excluding Garbage Star.

He has been on Fengyue Star for fifty-six years, battling through Fengyue Star, and has crossed hands with many Jiedan True Men. While honing his divine techniques and gathering combat experience, he has struggled neck-and-neck with Jiupan Po in the Fire Spirit Shell Field, all thanks to his rich combat experience from countless battles on Fengyue Star.

Now caught in an encirclement, there's not necessarily only death awaiting.

To witness Fengyue's top cultivators wielding their magical tools and divine skills is a rare opportunity. Unable to extricate himself for now, Lu Qingfeng decides to take a good look around.

"Purple Gold Bowl."

"Great Xumi's Wishing Barrier, the Wuxiang Divine Light."

Lu Qingfeng's gaze shifts again, this time to seven True People in the sky from the Qingyun Sect, "The Buddhist Sect traps me; I wonder if the seven True People from the Qingyun Sect intend to subdue the demon with thunder methods?"

Qingyun Sect.

Each of the sect's seven peak leaders is a Gathering Law Realm True Man, with mysterious Daoist skills and profound thunder methods. When the seven join forces, they fear no Golden Core Expert, ranking among the top powers of Fengyue Star.

Lu Qingfeng has fought against Qingyun Sect's True People more than a dozen times before, usually against Void Core and Solid Pill True People.

None of them are weak, but in the end, they do not compare to the 'Qingyun Seven True.' Lu Qingfeng is eager to witness the peak wonderful methods of the Qingyun Sect and provokes them with his words.

The seven True People remain unmoved.

Instead, it is the Smiling Face Divine Monk, the last of the three great monks of the Great Xumi Mountain, who chuckles and takes off a gold ring from his wrist, speaking slowly, "Why bother the seven Daoist Brothers from the Qingyun Sect to make a move? This is the treasure used by Great Hero Zen Master in the past for subduing demons, called the 'Demon Suppressing Golden Ring,' specially used for subduing demons and demons."

"Guangyuan Master, my apologies."

With palms pressed together, the Smiling Face Divine Monk bows slightly to Lu Qingfeng and gently tosses the gold ring from the sky. His lips barely move as he silently recites the Six-character Talisman and forms the Buddhist Seal Technique to enhance the ring.

[Magical Artifact: Demon Suppressing Golden Ring]

[Grade: Eighth Rank]

[Description: A treasure used by Great Hero Zen Master in the past to subdue demons. Easy to use, one only needs to remember the Six-character Talisman, perform the learned Buddhist Seal Techniques, and wield it with one's true spirit to use it as desired.]

"Demon Suppressing Golden Ring!"

"Black Star Realm deservedly was once the land where the Sitting Arhat spread his teachings; despite the Great Destruction, the Buddha's teaching prospered, and numerous Buddhist magical artifacts were passed down!"

Seeing the golden ring, Lu Qingfeng remains on guard.

Limited by cultivation, these Jiedan level cultivators can't fully unleash the power of an Eighth Rank magical artifact. Nonetheless, almost akin to Immortal Artifacts, it should not be lightly contended with.

Wielding a magical artifact, even Golden Core Experts can contend with Primordial Spirits with ease.

Let alone Lu Qingfeng.

As his gaze travels.

The Demon Suppressing Golden Ring drifts down, transforming into a halo of golden light that tries to ensnare Lu Qingfeng.

And then tightens!

"Taiyin Calamity Crossing Robe!"

Lu Qingfeng, calm and composed, lets the Moonhua Robe drape over him, flickering with specks of light. The Dutian Xuanming Strategy rests in his heart, and he controls the Zhu Rong Demon God in one hand. Drawing on the power of three thousand six hundred Spirit Void Level Xuanming Yin Soldiers and two Peak Jiedan Level Dutian Ghost Generals.

His energy surges.

Although only at the Spirit Void Divine Silence Realm, with such a torrent of power behind him, Lu Qingfeng's aura charges toward the peak of the Golden Core Realm.

Boundless might, nearly breaking through the Core Formation's bottleneck, virtually touching the Primordial Spirit Realm.

With such mana.

Regardless of how the golden light constricts, the Taiyin Calamity Crossing Robe remains unbroken.

The Great Divine Power is indeed extraordinary.

Not so easily shattered by a mere Golden Core old monk wielding an Eighth Rank magical artifact. The Demon Suppressing Golden Light turns into golden mist, flashing incessantly, attempting to suppress the demonic aura. But the Twelve Heavenly Demon God Skill is too mysterious, formed from the collective demonic thoughts of beings from heaven. If only the Smiling Face Divine Monk were stronger, perhaps he could contain it.

Only at the Golden Core Realm, still falling short.

"Quite the Old Demon!"

"Three Divine Monks, do not panic, watch my Qingyun Sect's Thunder Skill!"

Seeing that the three Divine Monks could only trap Lu Qingfeng, the seven peak masters of Qingyun Sect finally stopped observing from the sidelines. Daoist Xuanji, the head of the group, let out a ferocious shout, stepping forward with the authority of Heavenly Gang. Following his lead, the True People—Dragon Head, Chi Ling, Shui Yue, Wind Return, Morning Sun, and Heavenly Cloud—all acted in unison.

Seven swords pointed to the heavens.

Daoist Xuanji stood at the forefront, a sword in hand, with the hilt at his Dantian, and the blade passing over his nose, pointing straight to the nine heavens. His hands formed a Seal Technique, as thunder light flickered between his brows, his voice roaring—

"Nine Heavens Profound Sha, transform into Divine Thunder. Glorious Heavenly might, drawn by my sword!"

The thunder of the nine heavens stirred.

As if myriads of Thunder Gods were moving together, each gesture rolling with thunder, the abyss of thunder set to judge the Great Demon.

"Qingyun Sect's Thunder Skill!"

Lu Qingfeng had been watching intently since the seven True People of Qingyun Sect made their move, but when the thunder was conjured, he felt somewhat disappointed.

"Exceeds in level."

"Lacks Divine Skills."

He shook his head quietly.

Boom! Rumble!

The thunder roared, lightning flashed.

"Stop!"

Lu Qingfeng pointed a finger to the heavens, and instantly all the thousands of thunderclaps froze in place.

"This—"

The cultivators at Duanlong Cliff were shocked to their core. Their gazes converged, sensing beneath the thunder, this Guangyuan Demon seemed like a Thunder God, mastering the thunder, with lightning running like dragons and serpents, the thunder resonating but not touching him.

Moving about freely, very submissive.

The next moment.

"Little Thousand Thunder Prison!"

Lu Qingfeng flicked his fingers across the sky, and the thunder summoned by the seven True People of Qingyun Sect quivered.

And broke free from control.

"Not good!"

The faces of Qingyun Seven Real changed drastically, their Divine Swords wavered, their spells pushed to their limits.

But in vain.

The boundless thunder that the Qingyun Great Method summoned, like unbridled wild horses, escaping control, now harnessed by Guangyuan Demon. Thunder Prison descended, enveloping the entire Duanlong Cliff, covering al the True People of the Three Sects and others.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The roar was incessant, the rampant thunder striking, causing weaker True People to be slashed open, sent tumbling from the clouds, a truly sorry sight.

"The devil's arrogance."

"Everyone, let's attack together!"

A shouting voice rang from within the Thunder Prison.

Following that, Lu Qingfeng caught a glimpse of a ray of light in his eyes, swiftly aiming straight for him.

[Magic Artifact: Two Qi Rings]

[Grade: Eighth Rank]

[Description: A Supreme Treasure refined by the ancestors of Qingyun Sect. Initially, it appears as a faintly green-purple ring surrounding the body, with a diameter of a few feet. Then it releases a mist of light, enveloping the person wholly, forming a red-and-green energy sphere, changing wondrously with one's mind. If the enemy is smart enough to let it pass and fly away, no harm will come; otherwise, upon provocation, it will emit a fierce glow, rapidly expanding a thousand times its size, resembling a sun, not even its owner can control it. Whether it be the fiercest of Flying Sword Treasures, iron, stone, or earth, anything it touches will turn to dust.]

"What a powerful Two Qi Rings!"

Lu Qingfeng was startled, sensing an imminent threat to life. His feet moved swiftly, attempting to dodge the attack of the indiscriminate, world-destroying Two Qi Rings with Cloud-Top Stepping.

However, the Purple Gold Bowl above had two beams of light intertwining, blocking Lu Qingfeng's every escape. The Wuxiang Divine Monk exerted Divine Light, equally diminishing Lu Qingfeng's maneuverability. There was also the Demon Suppressing Golden Ring morphing into a golden dawn encircling Lu Qingfeng.

No escape possible.

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"Taiyin Calamity Crossing Robe!"

"Yellow Robe True Body!"

Lu Qingfeng invoked a thought, the Taiyin Robe fluttering, supported by the Yellow Robe True Body, clashing against the Two Qi Rings in an instant.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Pugh!"

Amidst the thundering, in just an instant, the Taiyin Robe shattered, the Two Qi Rings hitting Lu Qingfeng directly. He was blasted backward, spitting blood continuously.

Gritting through the pain, he desperately stabilized his form.

On his chest.

A faint glow of golden light flickered, the Golden Silkworm Gu ready at any moment to take a fatal blow for Lu Qingfeng.

"Don't get entangled!"

The Three Sects joined forces, magic artifacts powerful.

Lu Qingfeng, though borrowing strength from Daoist Soldiers and possessing various wonderful methods, was ultimately limited in cultivation and could not stand against the relentless magic artifacts.

"Dutian Demon God Blood Transformation Flying Body Technique!"

With the flicker of a thought, he was ready to detonate the Gonggong Demon within him for a silent escape.

But then—

"Guangyuan Demon, where do you think you're going!"

He turned and saw.

From Upper Origin Palace formation, Golden Core Expert Yue Qinghan unexpectedly produced an eight-layered palace in her hand. With a casual toss, it fell towards him. The tower swelled with the wind, quickly enveloping heaven and earth.

An overwhelming suction covered Lu Qingfeng, dragging him towards the palace.

"Upper Origin Eight Sceneries Tower?!"

Lu Qingfeng's eyes flickered, he hastily suppressed the Gonggong Demon within, released his resistance.

And in a flash!

He was pulled into the palace.

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