The Primordial Era: Starting from Being Forced to Become an Apprentice of the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 221 Guests in Zixiao Palace, Lighting Lamps

When Qiu Shou Xian appeared in front of the formation, Daoist Ran Deng couldn't help but frown.

As far as he knew, this one of the Seven Immortals, Qiu Shou Xian, was only a Taiyi Golden Immortal. Now he had actually stepped into the Daluo realm, which was truly unexpected.

The venerable immortal with the bushy head spoke with a voice as loud as a bell, clearly audible to everyone around him, his words dripping with extreme sarcasm:

"Randeng, you have the nerve to challenge me? You've been taught in Zixiao Palace, yet your cultivation has regressed instead of improved; you seem to be getting worse with age!"

These words pierced Ran Deng's sore spot like needles. His face immediately darkened, and he said no more. He spread his sleeves and took the lead in raising the coffin lamp.

As the lamp appeared, the mournful cries of countless ghosts began to seep out, and a tiny, pale green flame suddenly shot up from the wick.

Those are ghostly flames, which specifically erode the soul, destroy bones, and scorch the spirit.

The green flames transformed into a sliver of ghostly light, silently attacking the wiry-headed immortal. Wherever it passed, the temperature plummeted, and a bone-chilling cold gripped the senses.

Almost simultaneously, Ran Deng raised his left sleeve and the Qiankun Ruler flew out of his hand.

The foot-long body grew as soon as it saw the wind, transforming into a golden ray that stretched across the heavens and earth, but it did not cleave straight down; instead, it made a sweeping motion in the air.

scoff.

The space around Qiu Shou Xian was torn apart by the ruler's edge, revealing countless black marks. Terrifying tearing force surged from all directions, threatening to crush him and the space around him.

The coffin lamp locks the soul, the ruler of heaven and earth rips the void.

Ran Deng unleashed a thunderous killing move without any mercy, clearly intending to kill Qiu Shou Xian in one blow.

"Well done!"

The dragon-headed immortal roared with wild laughter, which echoed throughout the surrounding wilderness.

At this moment, he exuded a demonic aura, making him appear even more ferocious.

Facing the soul-devouring green flames and spatial rifts, it neither dodged nor avoided them, but instead a talisman appeared above its head.

The print was no bigger than the palm of my hand, and its color was black and white. As it slowly rotated, it evolved into the shape of the Tai Chi symbol.

As soon as the thing appeared, it cast down beams of clear light, and the yin and yang energies circulated in a ring, completely protecting the dragon-headed immortal.

The river of ghostly flames collided with the yin-yang energy shield, immediately hissing and dissolving, completely shutting out the cries of countless ghosts, unable to penetrate even a fraction of it.

The cracks in the surrounding space, touched by that harmonious Daoist aura, were also quietly smoothed out.

The power of the Qiankun Ruler to tear through the sky was easily neutralized by this Taiji talisman.

"Randeng, is this all you've got? It's truly laughable, and you're unworthy of being a guest of Zixiao Palace."

The snarling immortal scoffed, but his hands didn't slow down at all.

He loosely clenched his right hand, but the Lion-Headed Saber was already in his grasp.

The blade trembled, emitting a roar like a lion's cry and a dragon's bellow, as immense demonic power poured in, and the blade flashed with dazzling blood-red light.

"Take this!"

The Lion-Dragon Blade surged with crimson light, condensing into a gigantic, blood-red lion phantom that roared to the sky, with dragons coiling beneath its claws, as it fiercely pounced on Burning Lamp.

As the blade struck, the air in front of him exploded, as if the sky itself were about to be cleaved in two.

Ran Deng's expression changed slightly. The Qiankun Ruler suddenly spun around, its golden light shining brightly, transforming into a heavy ruler shadow that blocked his way.

clang!

The sound of metal clashing resounded through the sky.

Randeng felt a brute force travel along his body, making his arms numb and his blood churn. The auspicious cloud beneath his feet was forced to slide backward dozens of feet.

"Such domineering power... No wonder it's a treasure personally crafted by Tongtian."

Ran Deng felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that he was no match for him in close combat.

His hand gestures changed swiftly, and the flames of the coffin lamps rose again.

The green flames no longer swirled, but instead condensed into countless flocks of azure fire crows, cawing and squawking as they rushed towards the Taiji talisman's protective aura from all directions.

At the same time, the Qiankun Ruler ceased its direct confrontation and instead transformed into countless golden ruler shadows, slashing at Qiu Shou Xian from tricky angles, solely to disrupt his offensive and prevent him from unleashing his full power. "The Primordial Era: Starting from Being Forced to Become a Disciple of the Three Pure Ones" is currently sparking a reading frenzy—haven't you read it yet?

In an instant, green flames flew and golden light crisscrossed in mid-air, with continuous explosions and surging air waves.

With the help of the exquisite Lingbao and the experience of fighting for thousands of years, Ran Deng managed to maintain his offensive.

Qiu Shou Xian grew increasingly frenzied in battle, wielding his Lion-Headed Blade with wide, sweeping strikes, each one forcing Ran Deng to exert all his strength to defend.

Seeing that Ran Deng was constantly maneuvering and fighting without gaining the upper hand, a fierce glint suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"You old scoundrel, let's see how long you can hide!"

Before he finished speaking, Qiu Shouxian suddenly raised his left hand upwards, and the Xingtian Seal that he had borrowed from Lü Yue earlier appeared.

"Form Heaven Seal, suppress!"

He roared and the Heavenly Seal flew out of his hand, but instead of hitting the Burning Lamp's main body, it struck a patch of void above his head.

Rumble!

An overwhelming and terrifying suppressive force suddenly descended.

This power does not harm the physical body; it is specifically used to suppress space, lock spirits, and restrict magical power.

As Ran Deng was controlling the two treasures, he suddenly felt a tightness all over his body, his magical power suddenly became sluggish, and the connection between the spiritual treasures and his mind became blurred.

The golden shadows scattered across the sky, and the emerald flames and fire crows that the coffin lamp had conjured flickered and were about to go out.

"not good!"

Ran Deng was greatly alarmed. It was truly rare for this Heavenly Seal to be able to interfere with innate spiritual treasures.

In the instant his magical power faltered, Qiu Shou Xian's Lion-Headed Blade seized the opening.

The Lion-Headed Blade's crimson light surged tenfold, like a blood-red river flowing backward, and with the force to split mountains and shatter peaks, it slashed down towards Burning Lamp.

Before the blade even arrived, the chilling killing intent and oppressive aura forced Ran Deng's robes to flutter wildly, and the noodles to be sliced ​​as if by a knife.

He strained to activate the Qiankun Ruler, which blocked his path.

Burning Lamp was no match for this immense force. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body was thrown backward, his Taoist crown was askew, and his aura instantly weakened.

The Tai Chi seal is as solid as a rock, the Lion-Dragon Blade is unmatched in its power, and the Heavenly Seal suppresses the void.

With the three treasures combined, Qiu Shou Xian's power reached its peak, making him far beyond the reach of Ran Deng alone.

Using the momentum, Ran Deng retreated. Knowing that another battle would be dangerous, he mustered his magic power and summoned back the Spirit Coffin Lamp to protect himself. It transformed into a dark green light and headed towards Xiqi City.

However, just as his escape light began to rise and he was about to approach the Taiji Formation outside Xiqi City.

A cold and foul aura penetrated the protective glow of the coffin lamp and silently seeped in.

This energy does not harm the flesh and blood, but directly invades the primordial spirit and the foundation of the Dao.

Wherever it passed, magic power was like being mired in quagmire, and the soul was dizzy and felt nauseous.

"Plague fumes?! It's Lü Yue's plague poison!"

Ran Deng suddenly realized the truth, and his face turned extremely ugly.

The plague had already spread to the outer perimeter of the great formation, clearly indicating that it had been planned in advance to intercept and kill the retreating enemy.

He is already injured, and if he is further afflicted by this strange plague, which will erode his foundation, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Ahead, a plague raged, blocking their way home; behind, a monstrous, dragon-headed immortal, his malevolent aura soaring to the heavens, pursued them relentlessly, his deafening laughter echoing through the air.

"Randeng, do you think you can escape? I've been fully prepared to kill you!"

Ran Deng glanced back at Qiu Shou Xian's figure, a deep sense of frustration and helplessness flashing in his eyes.

In his view, he was already seriously injured and surrounded by the plague, so it seemed that he could never return to Xiqi.

He abruptly changed direction, frantically pouring his remaining magical power into the escape light.

The eerie green light flickered erratically, but its speed suddenly increased again as it fled desperately towards the vast horizon far from Xiqi.