Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 290 - 262: Cutting Down Mountains and Breaking Temples, Establishing a Mountain Monastery

Chapter 290: Chapter 262: Cutting Down Mountains and Breaking Temples, Establishing a Mountain Monastery

The next day, outside Yangzhou City, two armies faced off.

"Demon thief Song Lin! How much longer will you remain obstinate? Quickly put down your blade and surrender!"

Chenhua shouted, seven disciples guarding his sides, his stance fully overwhelming Taizhen Sect Leader’s aura.

Not far ahead lay the Sun God Car.

Song Lin stood at the forefront of the car.

"Enough nonsense!"

Song Lin couldn’t be bothered to respond.

Roar!

Three Divine Dragons appeared in the air.

The Kui Dragon hurled countless boulders toward the crowd.

The Chi Dragon breathed freezing frost; the Coiled Dragon exhaled poisonous mist.

Since the three dragons had merged with the Jade Gourd, they now acted as one body, allowing the Coiled Dragon to soar with the strength of its counterparts.

The appearance of the three dragons shocked everyone.

"Do not panic, I will break this formation!"

Master Miao Kong from Wutai Mountain stepped forward, his hand gleaming with golden light, then forcefully pushed forward.

Buzz!

A dazzling golden light materialized in the void, instantly forming a colossal golden handprint.

The massive handprint shattered the cascading rocks and icy frost, then transformed into a golden barrier that isolated the poisonous mist.

The others began retrieving their artifacts one after another.

Treasure mirrors, poison needles, flames, flying swords, divine fire.

Boom!

The three Divine Dragons were instantly repelled.

"A golden opportunity!"

Chenhua spotted an opening, and a tri-colored serpent pattern emerged from his brow.

Light shot forth from his brow, forming a dharma image that was identical to himself.

Surrounding the dharma image were three-colored divine swords, which respectively embodied Earth Lung Poison Smoke, Taiyi Geng Gold, and Taiqing Divine Flame.

This was divine power nurturing the Primordial Spirit, divided into three elements, now manifesting as a Great Success Primordial Spirit.

Chenhua reacted swiftly; the moment his Primordial Spirit appeared, he adjusted its angle, swiftly beheading the three dragons and unleashing divine power from three angles to attack Song Lin.

The entire sequence took less than one breath.

As Emei Mountain’s Sword Immortal, Chenhua was far from an ornamental fighter.

His swordsmanship was razor-sharp; as long as he detected even the slightest flaw, he was capable of unleashing torrential attacks, reducing his enemies to ashes.

Clearly, he had seized upon Song Lin’s vulnerability.

On the other side, Taizhen Sect’s True Heart Leader stepped forward.

Despite the braided hairstyle, his figure exuded an air of integrity and charisma.

From his brow, nine talismans shot forth.

One talisman transformed into countless green lights, forming pillars that enveloped the space from all directions.

This was the Nine Nether Prison.

In addition, the other eight talismans from Master Zhengxin’s Jiuxiao Divine Talisman each displayed unique phenomena.

Iron fans, Three Light Talismans, Heavenly Gang, Three Officials Soul Searching Talismans, Zhenwu Talismans, Death Sentence Talismans, Soul Calming Talismans, Evil-cutting Talismans—eight distinctive talismans.

Two peak Earth Immortals acted simultaneously, filling the entire sky with dazzling multicolored radiance.

At the same time, the Ghost Power King and Yaksha King manifested towering dharma images over a hundred yards tall.

In an instant, whether strong or weak, hundreds of individuals simultaneously attacked Song Lin.

Both the Righteous Path and the Demonic Path worked together to confront Song Lin atop the Sun God Car.

This scene was unprecedented in a thousand years.

Boom!

As the three divine swords descended.

Song Lin suddenly vanished, leaving only resplendent golden light behind.

A storm of explosions roared continuously.

Boom!

All spells and artifacts ricocheted backward.

When the smoke cleared, the sight before them stunned everyone.

Before them stood a giant over a thousand yards tall.

The giant had three heads and six arms, with each arm wielding a colossal sword. Above his head floated the twin swords of Spring and Summer.

A total of eight divine swords.

This was the Eight Sceneries Divine Sword empowered by the Sword Array.

The scattered starlight around him was the Sword Array’s augmentation.

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Chenhua’s pupils constricted as an Autumn Sword brimming with lifeless energy descended.

He hastily maneuvered three swords to shield himself.

Boom!

The Autumn Sword struck down.

Chenhua spat out a mouthful of blood, his figure crashing to the ground.

On the other side, under the onslaught of the Eight Sceneries Divine Sword, the Righteous Cultivators suffered heavy casualties, and Zhengxin Taoist’s Jiuxiao Divine Talismans crumbled in succession.

"Argh!!"

The Ghost Power King’s plump body charged toward the Little Giant Spirit God.

From the two urns slung over his shoulders, countless vicious and ferocious ghosts poured forth.

"Hmm?"

Erlang God looked quizzically at this creature barely reaching his knees—oh wait, these two creatures.

Squish squish!

The three eyes on his brow unleashed twin beams of golden light.

Thwack!

Both Ghost Kings were instantly reduced to mush.

The Eight Sceneries Divine Sword completed a killing sweep, taking countless lives before returning to this side.

Only Chenhua and Zhengxin remained.

In the World in the Pot.

Song Lin sensed the situation outside.

An orb-like Yin Yang Transformation Wheel floated beside him.

When he noticed that the two still lived, his thoughts stirred, and the Yin Yang Transformation Wheel was released outward.

The Fatian Xiangdi Little Giant Spirit God combined with the Yin Yang Transformation Wheel was powerful enough to slay even Fire Cloud.

Let alone two Late-stage Core Formation cultivators.

Boom!

Once the Yin Yang Transformation Wheel was unleashed.

Their spells dissolved as if melting snow, following which the eight divine swords descended.

Just as the two were about to meet their demise.

The skies darkened.

Hellish and heavenly beams of sword light—one black, one white—pierced the Eight Sceneries Divine Sword’s barrier, rescuing Chenhua.

In the blink of an eye, Chenhua disappeared without a trace.

Song Lin was left to defeat Taizhen Sect’s Zhengxin.

The Righteous Alliance collapsed on the spot.

After seizing control, Song Lin began attacking the tens of thousands of soldiers below.

Boom boom boom!

The eight divine swords rained down like meteors relentlessly.

Erlang God raised his foot, stomping away vast swathes with a single step.

The battlefield completely transformed into Song Lin’s solo performance.

Until the Barbarian Army collapsed entirely.

Thus, the north and south were pacified.

Jing Country suffered immense damage in this battle, unable to march southward for twenty years.

Moreover, if Xuan Country launched a northern expedition during this time, Jing Country might be forced back into their mountain valleys.

Having conquered the south, Song Lin’s Karma surged past 40% in an instant.

Inside Yangzhou City.

Gongsun Jiuniang, Ma Jiefu, and others rounded up a group of Barbarian leaders.

Song Lin also spotted a familiar figure.

"Ah, isn’t this Mr. Sun from the Ministry of Rites? What happened to your hair?"

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