Chapter 263 The Twelve Golden Immortals Arrive

Above the Nine Heavens, Taiyi Zhenren was wearing a Taoist robe, with fluttering sleeves, as if he had merged with the heaven and earth.

He stood in the void, his eyes deep, as if he could see through all the falsehoods in the world. At this moment, he was staring coldly at Yang Jian and Nezha below, with a playful smile on his lips.

"Hmph, two little kids dare to show off their skills in front of this immortal?" Taiyi Zhenren's voice was as cold as the wind, with endless ridicule and disdain, "You really don't know how high the sky is, and you are courting death!"

After speaking, he slowly raised his right hand, and the palm seemed to contain endless power in the universe, changing with his mind.

Five huge fingers condensed in the void, each of which was as majestic as a mountain, with fairy air lingering on it, and spiritual light flashing, as if it could suppress all evil demons in the world.

Under the control of Taiyi Zhenren, the Five Fingers Mountain slapped Yang Jian and Nezha at lightning speed.

It brought gusts of wind, causing the surrounding space to tremble, as if even the heaven and earth changed color. The huge palm drew a gorgeous trajectory in the void, like a meteor in the sky, but more powerful and unstoppable than a meteor.

Seeing this, Yang Jian and Nezha had a flash of solemnity in their eyes.

They knew that Taiyi Zhenren's strength was unfathomable, and this attack was no joke.

However, they did not retreat, but all stood up to resist. Yang Jian roared, and the magical power of the law of heaven and earth was used again. His body instantly expanded to the same height as the sky and the earth, and the long spear was waved, like a tornado to meet the huge palm.

Nezha was not to be outdone. His three heads and six arms of his soul appeared again, and the magic weapons came out together, turning into a dazzling light, blasting towards the Five Fingers Mountain.

However, Taiyi Zhenren's Five Finger Mountain seemed to have endless power. It easily resisted the attacks of Yang Jian and Nezha, and continued to press towards them with an unstoppable force.

The huge palm drew a series of gorgeous arcs in the void, and every wave seemed to tear the space apart, causing the surrounding clouds to roll.

At this moment, in the vast and boundless sky painting, a deep and extremely black color, like a dark night ghost traveling through time and space, quietly cut through the sky, with an ancient and mysterious rhythm, shocking the stage.

It was a five-clawed black dragon, leisurely awakened from the slumber of the ancient abyss, it passed through the layers of clouds and mist, and soared on the top of the nine-day sky with a supreme posture, like a king who reigned over the world.

The body of the black dragon is like an endless mountain range, stretching for hundreds of feet. Under the sunlight, its scales sparkle with a faint blue and bright light, as if each scale contains the power of the stars, reflecting the distortion and change of the surrounding space, which is breathtakingly beautiful. The five claws are like the work of nature, sharp and unmatched. With a slight wave, they can tear the void and show the terrifying power of destroying the world.

And on the top of the majestic dragon head, a tall and heroic man stands proudly.

He is wearing a black battle robe, which flutters in the wind, like a battle flag fluttering in the wind, announcing his unyielding will and endless glory. The man's face is as sharp as a knife and an axe, firm and deep, and his eyebrows reveal an extraordinary temperament, as if he is a natural king, destined to leave his own legend between heaven and earth.

The man is Yang Jian's father, the famous little Zen master of the human religion, Yang Ling.

He stood tall, like a mountain, and exuded a majesty and power that should not be underestimated.

Seeing that his beloved sons Yang Jian and Nezha were about to be ruthlessly suppressed by Taiyi Zhenren, Yang Ling's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness and determination.

He strode quickly, and in a flash, he had already arrived at the center of the battlefield.

Facing the Five Finger Mountain that covered the sky and the sun and was so powerful, Yang Ling was not afraid, but instead raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.

He waved his hand, as if the heaven and earth responded to it, and a purple-gold giant palm with a radius of tens of millions of feet condensed out of thin air, with brilliant light flowing on it, as if it contained the power to destroy the world.

The purple-gold giant palm met Taiyi Zhenren's Five Finger Mountain with a lightning speed, and the two collided, and suddenly a deafening roar broke out, as if the world was trembling.

Under the collision of that terrifying power, the Five Finger Mountain was instantly smashed to pieces, turning into a little light that dissipated between heaven and earth. The remaining power continued to charge forward, knocking Taiyi Zhenren out, staggering and almost falling.

This scene shocked everyone present.

Yang Ling's strength was so terrifying that he could easily resolve Taiyi Zhenren's attack and knock him out.

At this moment, everyone looked at Yang Ling in unison.

This majestic man standing between heaven and earth had an extraordinary appearance that was unforgettable.

He was tall and upright like a pine tree, exuding an aura of majesty without anger. His face was resolute and his lines were clear, as if every wrinkle recorded his years of experience and endless wisdom.

His eyes were deep and bright, like the bright stars in the night sky, flashing with firmness and courage. There was an indomitable heroic spirit between his eyebrows, which made people feel his inner tenacity and determination at a glance. His nose was high and his lips were tightly pursed, revealing an unquestionable majesty and power.

Yang Ling's hair was thick and black, neatly tied behind his head, revealing his broad forehead and clear facial features.

The moment he looked at Yang Ling, the look of shock and anger on Taiyi Zhenren's face was like lightning in a storm, interweaving a complex and indescribable emotion.

Facing Yang Ling's unexpected appearance, unprecedented fear surged in his heart. The panic in his deep eyes was like a candlelight in the dark night, flickering uncertainly.

True Lord Qingxu Daode stood beside him, his face solemn, and his brows locked with deep worry, as if he could feel the coming storm. He repeatedly warned, with unconcealable urgency in his voice: "Brother Taiyi, let's leave quickly. This place is full of dangers. It's not advisable to stay for a long time!"

However, Taiyi Zhenren's heart felt like it was being burned by fire, and his unwillingness and stubbornness were growing like weeds. He gritted his teeth, clenched his hands into fists, and his veins popped out, as if he was fighting a desperate struggle with the fear in his heart.

But helplessly, the pressure from Yang Ling was as heavy as a mountain, making him unable to resist.

Finally, under that irresistible force, Master Taiyi was defeated.

His figure swayed, like a fallen leaf blown up by a strong wind, and turned into a dim stream of light in a hurry, fleeing the scene in a panic.

Yang Ling did not pay attention to the two people who fled. His eyes were like warm sunshine, instantly penetrating the haze of the battlefield and falling on Yang Jian and Nezha.

He stepped forward quickly, his eyes full of concern and love, and carefully inspected their injuries. Seeing that although Yang Jian and Nezha's clothes were torn, their expressions were still firm, and they only suffered some minor injuries, Yang Ling felt a little relieved, and his frown gradually relaxed.

Yang Ling led Yang Jian and Nezha back to Jiepaiguan.

The sun shines on the solid city wall, reflecting their tall figures.

Before they even reached the city gate, they saw an old general wearing golden armor and riding a Mo Qilin. It was Wen Zhong, followed by a group of heroic generals, coming forward in a mighty manner.

Wen Zhong had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a hearty laugh. As soon as he saw Yang Ling, he strode over, raised his hands, and his voice was as loud as a bell: "Brother Taoist! You are really timely! If you hadn't rushed to help, this Jiepaiguan would have been destroyed." It is very dangerous to become a candle in the wind!" His eyes were full of gratitude and admiration, as if thousands of words were condensed into this sentence of thanks.

Yang Ling smiled slightly and returned the greeting humbly: "Brother Taoist, what you said is serious, why should I say more about the friendship between brothers? Besides, guarding the border gate is my duty, so why should I say thank you?"

Nezha stood aside, his eyes sparkling with intelligence, and he smiled at Wen Zhong: "Marshal, look at Brother Yang and I, we have made great achievements this time!" There was a child-like expression in his words. Pride and pride.

Yang Jian stood silently aside. Although he said nothing, there was a hint of joy in his deep eyes.

Hearing this, Wen Zhong burst into laughter, patted Nezha on the shoulder and said, "Good boys, you two are really the pride of our army! Today we are celebrating the victory for Taoist Brother Yang Ling, and we are also celebrating your victory. We must drink the celebration wine. I won’t return until I’m drunk!”

Everyone laughed, and the previous solemn atmosphere dissipated with Yang Ling's arrival.

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Different from Jiepaiguan, there is a depressing and tense atmosphere permeating the Xiqi military camp.

Inside the tent, the candlelight flickered, reflecting the figures of several immortal figures.

Shen Gongbao sat in the main seat, his brows furrowed and his eyes showing some anxiety.

He slowly turned around and cast an inquiring look at Master Taiyi and Master Qingxu Daode who were sitting nearby: "Two Taoist brothers, what should we do about the current situation?"

Master Taiyi has a kind face but sharp eyes. He gently twists the whisk in his hand, as if he is thinking about some profound philosophy. Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, on the other hand, looked aloof and rested with his eyes closed, as if all the disturbances in the outside world could not disturb his state of mind.

At this moment, a young and firm voice broke the silence: "Uncle Master, let me go! I have the Heaven Seal in my hand, and I will definitely be able to capture Yang Ling in one fell swoop and make great contributions to Xiqi!"

The person who spoke was none other than Yin Jiao. His eyes were piercing and he exuded an arrogance that refused to admit defeat.

When Master Taiyi heard this, his brows furrowed even more. He swung his fly whisk and said sternly: "Yin Jiao, do you know that the sky is high and the earth is high? How can Yang Ling be an idle person? Even if your master Guang Chengzi is here, he will not Dare to win easily!" Master Taiyi's words were filled with anger, obviously dissatisfied with Yin Jiao's arrogance.

Yin Jiao's face changed slightly when his master shouted at him, but the pride in his heart did not dissipate. His lips moved slightly, as if he still wanted to argue, but he finally held back, and just lowered his head unwillingly, with a trace of dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Seeing this, Master Taiyi sighed and softened his tone a bit: "Yin Jiao, although you have Fantian Seal, your cultivation is still shallow and you have little experience in fighting enemies. That Yang Ling has great magical powers that you cannot match. For the present plan, we can only resolve this crisis by returning to our master’s gate to ask for help.”

Although Yin Jiao felt unwilling, he also knew that what his uncle said was true.

He nodded silently, but secretly vowed in his heart that he must practice hard and capture Yang Ling with his own hands in the future to prove his strength.

At this moment, there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the camp, and a spy hurried in, holding a secret letter in his hand: "Report! The enemy is moving!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the camp suddenly became more tense.

Master Taiyi, Master Qingxu Daode and Shen Gongbao quickly exchanged glances, and they all knew that this moment had reached a critical moment of life and death.

"Yin Jiao, hurry up and prepare. We will set off immediately to return to the master's gate to ask for help." Master Taiyi's tone was firm and left no room for doubt.

Hearing this, Yin Jiao straightened his back and answered loudly: "Yes, Uncle Master!"

He turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped and looked back at Taiyi Zhenren, with a firm light in his eyes: "Uncle Master, don't worry, I Yin Jiao will never let you down! When I return to the sect to ask for reinforcements, I will definitely fight with Yang Ling!"

Taiyi Zhenren looked at Yin Jiao's firm eyes, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

He nodded gently and said earnestly: "Okay, Yin Jiao, I believe in you. But you must remember that the road of cultivation is long and difficult, and you must not rush for quick success.

When you have achieved success in cultivation, you will have a time to become famous."

Yin Jiao bowed deeply, turned around and strode out of the tent. Taiyi Zhenren, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun and Shen Gongbao looked at each other, and they all knew in their hearts that a more difficult battle was about to begin.

The night was getting darker, and the lights in the Xiqi military camp were bright.

The busy figures of the crowd were particularly clear under the firelight. They knew that for the future of Xiqi and for the faith in their hearts, they must go all out to meet the upcoming challenges.

And Yin Jiao also embarked on the journey back to his master's sect to seek help in the night. His heart was full of longing and determination for the future, and he vowed to prove his strength and value on the future battlefield.

There seemed to be a burning flame in Yin Jiao's heart, driving him to keep moving forward, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, just for the persistence and faith in his heart. The sun rose and the moon set, and the stars changed. He almost forgot the passage of time, and only knew to move forward, forward, until the outline of Kunlun Mountain gradually became clear on the distant horizon.

When he finally stood at the foot of Kunlun Mountain and looked up at the misty and towering peaks, an indescribable shock and awe arose spontaneously.

Kunlun Mountain, this legendary fairy mountain, is not only the location of his master's sect, but also the supreme holy place in his heart.

Kunlun Mountain, this towering peak that stretches between heaven and earth, stands quietly under the vast sky like an ancient god traveling through time and space. Its majestic mountains, overlapping peaks, and shrouded in clouds and mist seem to be the most exquisite handwriting of nature, sketching a stunning and magnificent picture on this vast land.

At dawn, the first ray of sunlight penetrates the mist and sprinkles on the peak of Kunlun Mountain, shining with golden light, as if the gods are wearing brilliant armor and shining brightly. The streams in the mountains are gurgling and clear to the bottom, like silver chains, shuttling between rocks and trees, adding a bit of agility and vitality to this quiet mountain forest.

As the sun goes on, Kunlun Mountain gradually reveals its various appearances. Some peaks are like swords pointing to the sky, sharp and aggressive; others are like old monks in meditation, calm and restrained. The clouds and mists in the mountains gather and disperse from time to time, like a fairyland, making people feel relaxed and happy, as if they are in a mysterious world beyond the earth.

Qilin Cliff stands proudly on the top of Kunlun Mountain, like an isolated fairyland between heaven and earth, exuding endless mystery and solemnity. The clouds and mists on the edge of the cliff are lingering, like a veil, sometimes gathering, sometimes dispersing, like the skirt of a fairy dancing lightly, adding a bit of agility and softness to the Qilin Cliff.

The sun shines through the clouds, shining with golden light, shining on the cliffs of Qilin Cliff, as if covering this ancient rock with a layer of golden battle robe. On the cliff, there are jagged rocks in various shapes, some like unicorns stepping on clouds, majestic; some like cranes spreading their wings, elegant and extraordinary. These strange stones are more lifelike under the sunlight, as if they will jump out at any time, turning into real beasts, soaring in the sky.

Under the Qilin Cliff, a clear stream gurgles, the sound of water is like the sound of nature, adding some vitality to the quiet cliff top. On both sides of the stream, there are green trees and fragrant flowers, as if it is the most exquisite garden in nature, which makes people feel relaxed and happy and linger.

Standing on the top of the Qilin Cliff, looking around, you can see the mountains and the rolling sea of ​​clouds, as if you are in a flowing landscape painting.

On the Qilin Cliff stands a Yuxu Palace, which is not only a shining pearl on the top of Kunlun Mountain, but also the Taoist palace of Yuanshi Tianzun, the saint of Chanjiao, exuding endless fairy spirit and solemnity.

The Yuxu Palace was built according to the mountain, and it blends with the surrounding strange peaks and rocks, and the clouds and mist, as if it is a fairyland naturally generated between heaven and earth.

Above the palace gate, there are complex and exquisite patterns carved, and each stroke contains deep magic power and wisdom, as if it can see through the mysteries of all things in the world.

Yin Jiao stepped into the Yuxu Palace, which was surrounded by clouds and mist and filled with fairy spirit.

In the Taoist Palace, Yuanshi Tianzun sat on a high platform, surrounded by a faint golden light, as if he was integrated with the world, majestic and compassionate.

Yin Jiao walked respectfully to Tianzun, put his hands together, bowed deeply, and then told him the purpose of his visit. His words were sincere, expressing his concern for the suffering of the people in the world and his support for the righteous army of Xiqi.

After hearing this, Yuanshi Tianzun nodded slightly, with a hint of approval in his eyes. He stroked the whisk in his hand and said slowly: "Yin Jiao, you have a sense of justice, which is really precious. Xiqi's attack on Shang is destined by heaven and the will of the people. Our Chan Sect should follow the will of heaven and lend a helping hand."

After speaking, Tianzun turned his eyes to the deputy leader, the Taoist Master Ran Deng, who was standing quietly on the side, and said solemnly: "Randeng, you will immediately lead Guangchengzi, Chijingzi and other disciples down the mountain to Xiqi to help them attack the Shang Dynasty and save the people from the water and fire."

Hearing this, the Taoist Master Ran Deng bowed and said firmly: "Yes, Tianzun. I will do my best and live up to your trust."

Then, Taoist Randeng turned around, glanced at the disciples in the hall, and said in a deep voice: "Guangchengzi, Chi Jingjing, please prepare quickly and follow me down the mountain to join us in this righteous deed."

Upon hearing this, Guangchengzi, Chi Jingjing and other disciples of the Chan Cult stood up one after another and responded in unison, with firm light shining in their eyes. They knew that the time had come to overcome the tribulation.

Under the watch of Yuanshi Tianzun, Taoist Ran Deng led his disciples and stepped out of the gate of Yuxu Palace and embarked on the journey to Xiqi.

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Outside the Jiepai Pass, the Xiqi Military Camp stands tall like a fortress made of steel, showing its unyielding majesty in the embrace of the vast earth.

As the sun sets in the west, the afterglow falls on the camp, and the golden brilliance complements the flags flying in the camp, forming a magnificent and solemn picture.

High walls stood around the military camp, and on top of the walls, soldiers patrolled vigilantly, their eyes like torches, always alert to possible threats. Inside the wall, tents are densely packed and orderly. Each tent represents the bravery and tenacity of Xiqi soldiers. The passages between the tents are wide, making it easy to mobilize troops and horses. The layout of the entire military camp is rigorous, revealing an inviolable majesty.

The central tent towers into the clouds, and there are many flagpoles in front of the tent. Flags of various colors flutter in the wind and make a hunting sound. Inside the big tent, the lights were brightly lit, and the generals sat around to discuss important military matters. The atmosphere was tense and dignified.

Outside the military camp, war horses neighed, iron hooves stamped on the ground, and Xiqi's cavalry were undergoing intense drills. They are strong and skillful in their movements. Every swing of their swords and every charge demonstrate the bravery and fearlessness of the Xiqi soldiers.

In the distance, the archery tower is towering, and the archers are focusing on aiming and practicing archery. Their eyes are as sharp as eagles, which is breathtaking.

Shen Gongbao ordered the soldiers to move quickly and build a towering platform. On the platform, thatch was woven into a simple yet elegant reed, which not only showed respect for the guests, but also maintained the natural way.

With the completion of the high platform and reeds, strange phenomena gradually appeared in the sky, and auspicious clouds floated leisurely.

A moment later, a burst of melodious fairy music floated in the wind, and an old man with fairy spirit, Ran Deng Taoist, riding a docile sika deer, slowly descended from the clouds.

Where the sika deer's hooves fell, a lotus seemed to bloom, leaving behind a string of auspiciousness.

Behind Taoist Ran Deng, a group of Chanjiao Immortals followed closely. They were either riding cranes or riding on colorful clouds. They were all full of energy and exuded an otherworldly aura.

Some of these immortals are holding magic weapons, some are carrying long swords on their backs, and some are shaking their feather fans. Each of them reveals their extraordinary cultivation and magnanimity.

Seeing this, Shen Gongbao hurriedly took a few steps forward, bowed respectfully, and praised: "We sincerely welcome the deputy leader and all the senior brothers. We have prepared a simple place and are willing to provide a place for all the immortals to rest. place.”

Taoist Ran Deng smiled and nodded, expressing appreciation for Shen Gongbao's thoughtful arrangements, and then led the immortals into the grass and reeds.

For a time, on the high platform, there was fairy music, clouds and mist, and the immortals gathered together.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the mist and illuminated the earth, Xiqi's army was ready to go and arrived at the gate of Jiepaiguan in a mighty manner.

In the morning light, the armor and weapons shone with a cold light, the horses neighed, and their morale was high, showing unparalleled might.

At the front of the army, a general stepped forward. He was wearing heavy armor and holding a spear. He was majestic. He was the famous brave general Nangong Shi in the Xiqi Army. He shouted loudly: "Where is the guard of Jiepai Pass? Come out quickly and answer the question. Our Xiqi army has arrived. If you know the destiny, you can open the city and surrender early to avoid the suffering of swordsmen!"

The sound resounded through the sky like thunder, causing dust to fly from the city walls.

In Jiepai Pass, Wen Zhongwen did not show any weakness after hearing this. He immediately summoned his troops and mounted the city tower, looking at the black Xiqi army below the city, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Children Xiqi, don't be arrogant! Our Jiepaiguan is an impregnable place. How can you easily break through it? Today I will let you see the power of our Jiepaiguan defenders!"

Before Wen Zhong finished speaking, he ordered all arrows to be fired in the city. For a moment, arrows rained down, covering Xiqi's army.

Xiqi's army was well prepared, and the shield bearers quickly stepped forward to form an impenetrable barrier, blocking all the arrow rain. The two sides are confronting each other, the war drums are beating, and a thrilling battle is about to begin.

Seeing how tenacious the defenders of Jiepaiguan were, Taoist Randeng smiled slightly, his eyes shining with wisdom. He gently waved the fly whisk in his hand, signaling Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingjing and other twelve golden immortals of the Chan Sect to come out to deal with it. These twelve golden immortals are all beings with profound cultivation and boundless magic power. Their appearance will undoubtedly increase the chance of victory for Xiqi's army.

Upon hearing this, Guangchengzi, Chi Jingjing and others immediately swayed and turned into twelve streams of light, arriving in front of the formation in an instant. They lined up in a line, each standing still, holding a magic weapon or a weapon in their hands. They exuded a powerful fairy spirit, which formed a sharp contrast with the defenders at the border gate.

As the head of the Twelve Golden Immortals, Guangchengzi holds two male and female swords, his face is serious and solemn, and his whole body reveals an inviolable majesty. He shouted loudly: "Guardian of Jiepai Pass, we are the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Interpretation and Teaching, and we are here to help Xiqi attack the merchants. If you know the destiny, surrender quickly to avoid the loss of life!"

Chi Jingzi held a fiery red sword, with flames swirling on the sword, as if it could burn all evil. He stared coldly at the guard on the tower and shouted in a deep voice: "I heard that fellow Taoist Yang Ling of the Human Sect is here, why don't you come out to see him?"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Ling came to the top of the city with a smile on his face.

He was wearing a gorgeous brocade dress, and the whole person looked elegant and majestic. Standing on the top of the city, Yang Ling looked down at the twelve golden immortals of the Chan Sect below, with a playful and provocative light in his eyes.

"Haha, it turns out that the twelve golden immortals of the Chan Sect have come to visit, which really makes my Jiepai Pass shine!" Yang Ling laughed and said, his voice full of teasing, "But you think you can break through my Jiepai Pass with just this few people, isn't it too naive?"

The twelve golden immortals heard this, their faces were different, but none of them were angry.

They knew that Yang Ling had great magical powers and should not be underestimated, so they all concentrated their attention and prepared to deal with possible changes.

Guangchengzi snorted coldly and said, "Yang Ling, don't be arrogant. My twelve golden immortals of the Chan Sect are all highly skilled. Today, we will break your boundary pass and clear the obstacles for the Xiqi army!"

Yang Ling smiled even more when he heard this. He gently shook his feather fan and said, "Oh? Really? Then I want to see what you twelve golden immortals are capable of, and whether you can break my boundary pass that is as solid as a rock!"

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