A constable waiting nearby immediately waved the flag in his hand.
Flames rose and burned from all directions.
Lin Yi said to Zhang Tianshi beside him, "I ask Fellow Daoist Zhang to use his magic to help me."
Zhang Tianshi nodded, took a few steps forward, and a magic seal appeared in his hand. He shouted, "Wind, come!"
The magic surged, and a great wind arose.
Lin Yi silently sensed the changes within.
Since Zhu Hongwu failed to advance to the Dragon Court, this world has been in turmoil, with Yin and Yang at odds and the universe in turmoil. Not only is cultivation extremely difficult, but casting spells also requires much more effort.
The wind fanned the flames, and the fire borrowed the wind's power. Wind and fire intertwined, shooting straight into the sky, threatening to shatter the nine heavens.
The already dilapidated Lanruo Temple collapsed under the raging fire.
Countless corpse monsters burst out of the raging flames and pounced on Lin Yi and his companions.
Lin Yi said to Zhi Qiu Yi Ye and Yan Chi Xia, "I'll leave this place to you two. Don't let these corpse monsters hurt the ordinary people outside the forest."
"Understood." Zhi Qiu Yi Ye said with some excitement.
Before he finished speaking, he had already run towards the charging corpse monster.
"Wind, fire, thunder, and lightning, heed my command!" A scroll appeared in Zhi Qiu Yi Ye's hand, and all sorts of spells bombarded a group of corpse monsters, creating amazing sound and light effects.
"Unsheath!" A sword light flew out from the sword box on Yan Chixia's back, slashing towards the corpse monsters as well.
Seeing the two people's performance, Lin Yi nodded, then turned his gaze to the back of Lanruo Temple, where golden light and black energy were intertwined.
Within the golden light, countless runes flickered, forming a light curtain that bound the black energy.
Although the light curtain was teetering on the brink of collapse, it never broke.
Lin Yi, clad in the Seven Stars Robe, and Zhang Tianshi, holding a magic seal, walked together through the sea of fire toward the light curtain.
Standing beneath the light screen, Lin Yi said, "This should be the 'Two Realms and Ten Directions Vajra Garbage Array'."
After observing for a moment, Zhang Tianshi nodded and said, "Sealing off demons and monsters creates a world of its own. Buddhist supernatural powers have their own unique wonders. This thousand-year-old tree demon was both made and destroyed by this formation."
Lin Yi nodded in agreement.
The Hidden Shadow Locust Tree is inherently a tree that easily attracts lightning. After reaching a thousand years of age, its yin energy becomes so rich that it undergoes a qualitative change, and being struck by lightning becomes commonplace.
The tree demon sealed by Lanruo Temple was unable to completely break free because it needed to use the power of the great formation to avoid the lightning tribulation. Now that disaster is imminent, it wants to escape, but it is too late.
The thousand-year-old tree demon, shrouded in black mist, struggled relentlessly, its branches twitching and its roots flailing wildly, but it could not break free.
Lin Yi slowly drew his sword from its sheath. The Xuanyuan Sword Qi within the Dragon Abyss Sword was activated, and the Humanity Starfire ignited on the sword's body, seemingly merging with the surrounding raging flames, creating a towering inferno.
The ancient tree demon unleashed all the evil aura surrounding it, opening a passage to the underworld. It cried out, "Lord Black Mountain, save my life!"
Lin Yi slowly swung the Dragon Abyss Sword in his hand, the sword speed was very slow, as if it had the weight of ten thousand pounds.
A sword light flashed, and the golden light curtain formed by the Vajra Garland Array of the Two Realms and Ten Directions broke open, annihilating the surging Netherworld evil energy. The branches and roots of the thousand-year-old tree demon were then completely reduced to ashes.
The thousand-year-old tree demon roared in despair, "Lord Black Mountain..."
A dark cloud flew out from the Netherworld passage, transforming into a giant hand that met the incoming sword light.
Lin Yi smiled coldly; the Black Mountain Demon had finally made his move.
"Heaven and Earth Profound Ancestor, Golden Light Destroys Demons." The hand seal in Zhang Tianshi's hand flew out and made contact with the great sun in the nine heavens. A point of golden flame flew over and landed right on the tip of the Dragon Abyss Sword in Lin Yi's hand.
"Slash!" Lin Yi swung the longsword in his hand with all his might. The black blade flowed with golden light, sacred and solemn.
The golden sword light annihilated the thousand-year-old tree demon's true form, locked onto the Black Mountain Demon's aura, and slashed towards the City of the Wrongfully Dead in the underworld along the Netherworld passage.
Darkness, decay, filth, despair...
The Netherworld, which had lost all hope since the extinction of immortals and Buddhas, was illuminated today by a golden sword light.
This sword light brought light and warmth. Although getting close would result in destruction, countless wandering souls, like moths drawn to a flame, abandoned everything to chase after that glimmer of light.
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Chapter Twenty-One: The Eastern Peak Emperor and the Five Innate Virtues
These wandering ghosts and spirits, ravaged by the relentless ravages of the Netherworld Winds, have long since lost their wisdom; all that remains for them is an endless yearning for life.
Inside the Taiji Hall of the Ming Dynasty's Dragon Court.
Zhu Hongwu, shrouded in the purple aura of the human emperor, opened his eyes.
He flicked his finger, and the heavenly drums resounded, the heavenly bells boomed, and countless ghostly soldiers and generals gathered, their banners obscuring the sky.
"The army marches on the city of the unjustly killed."
"Victory! Victory! Victory!"
In another corner of the underworld, several ghosts and gods shrouded in various divine lights closely watched this scene.
After hundreds of years of recuperation, the Ming Dynasty has finally revealed its claws once again. The scene of being suppressed by Zhu Yuanzhang and forced to submit to him seems to be right before our eyes.
What choice will they make this time?
At the summit of Kunlun Mountain, the Daoist of Longevity held the apricot-yellow banner, blending seamlessly with the mountain's contours, the terrain, and the heavens. His gaze, sharper than a sword, pierced through space, firmly locking onto several old lamas within the Potala Palace. If he were to strike, it would surely be a blow that topples Kunlun and overturns the world.