PNB Chapter 318 The Battle of Wits between Ran Deng and Zhao Gongming
Chapter 318 The Battle of Wits between Ran Deng and Zhao Gongming
Outside the Ten Deadly Formations.
Yang Jiao and the others surrounded Yu Ding Zhenren, showing concern and care, seemingly unaware that Taiyi Zhenren was inside the pit.
Zhao Gongming wielded his long whip, coordinating it perfectly with the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl in his hand. He fought against dozens of men, but as he began to tire,
The remaining ten Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect hastily stopped their attacks at the same moment.
Feeling something, Yang Jiao looked up.
A large cloud appeared in the sky, and the clear sound of bells could be heard nearby.
Immediately, the members of the Chan Sect bowed in that direction and respectfully shouted:
"Greetings, teacher."
Yang Jiao immediately stood up and frowned as she looked at the Taoist Ran Deng riding on the divine deer.
The supremely majestic Daoist Ran Deng looked down at Zhao Gongming, his sharp gaze fixed on him, his aura imposing.
Immediately, Daoist Ran Deng slowly took out a bottle of elixir from his sleeve and threw it down:
"Take this and give it to Ziya."
Guang Chengzi leaped forward and caught it, then hurriedly ran to Jiang Ziya's body.
At this moment, Jiang Ziya's body had already stiffened, and he was hesitant and at a loss as to how to administer the elixir.
Yang Jian stepped forward and skillfully pinched Jiang Ziya's chin. With a crisp "crack," even the stubborn mouth was pried open.
Guang Chengzi: ...
Zhao Gongming, who had just fought the Twelve Golden Immortals, was slightly out of breath. He was not afraid of facing the Vice Leader of the Chan Sect, Daoist Randeng. Before Daoist Randeng could make the first move, Zhao Gongming flew into the air and shot the Dinghai Pearl to the top with a wave of his hands.
The Taoist Ran Deng, unhurried, also scattered his prayer beads, and they came one after another.
The Dinghai Pearl and the rosary beads collided, their immense power intertwining and sweeping across the entire Qishan Mountain.
Upon seeing this, Ksitigarbha, who had just been blasted into the mountainside, stood in front of them again, sat down on the ground, and muttered some unknown mantra, while a layer of light enveloped him.
When gods fight at this level, mortals suffer.
Soldiers standing close together on both sides were swept into the air and fell heavily to the ground, their cries of agony echoing through the air.
The two figures moved so fast they were almost invisible. The area where they fought seemed to be engulfed in flames, the air itself was distorted, the mountains trembled, and rocks kept falling.
Zhao Gongming gathered his fist power and leaped off the black tiger to strike.
Seeing this, Daoist Ran Deng dared not underestimate him and hurriedly dismounted from the sika deer, gathering his magical power to catch the attack with his palm.
The moment fists and palms collided, an arc of light burst forth, tearing apart the clouds in the sky. The aftershocks, like a sharp sword, sliced off a corner of Qishan Mountain.
The two then abruptly separated and switched positions.
Zhao Gongming turned over and mounted the sika deer.
The Taoist Ran Deng glanced at the black tiger beside him...
Yang Jiao inexplicably made a delicate gesture with her fingers, almost bursting into a few lines of opera: "You ride the plum blossom, what am I supposed to ride?"
From the deer, Zhao Gongming leaned forward:
"What a fine Taoist Ran Deng."
As he spoke, he felt a metallic taste in his throat, and he had to force himself to stop spitting out blood in public.
In Yang Jiao's view, the arm of the Taoist Ran Deng that had just taken Zhao Gongming's punch was trembling slightly.
She suddenly looked at Zhao Gongming and noticed that his complexion was much worse than before.
He secretly shook his head in his direction.
Seeing this, Zhao Gongming naturally understood, and the moment he summoned the black tiger, he kicked the sika deer away.
He then sat down and landed next to Wen Zhong.
Yang Jiao originally thought that Daoist Ran Deng would relentlessly pursue him, but unexpectedly, he also did not want to continue fighting with Zhao Gongming. Instead, he turned his attention to Daoist Lu Ya.
At this moment, Lu Ya Daoist stood atop Mount Qi, holding a Taiji Banner in his hand.
The mountain wind seemed to be blowing him away.
Lu Ya Dao Ren glanced down at Ran Deng Dao Ren, as if there was an unspeakable secret swirling between the two.
After a long while, the Taoist Ran Deng withdrew his gaze and bowed respectfully from afar.
"Don't forget the purpose of your coming down the mountain."
Then he turned around and went to visit Jiang Ziya, who had just been resurrected.
Yang Jiao's suspicious gaze swept over them, and she clicked her tongue in annoyance.
"Just how many people has Bai Ze collaborated with?"
She landed gracefully with her hands behind her back. This time, no one on the list was injured or killed, so the Soul-Guiding Banner naturally did not react.
Instead, the ground was littered with the corpses of ordinary people.
Yang Jiao lowered her eyes and silently recited a few incantations for the 'Corpse Transformation Technique'.
Golden light shone on the corpse on the ground, and after a moment, it transformed into a stream of light and ascended into the sky, disappearing without a trace.
After finishing all this, Yang Jiao strode towards the Divine Beast Garden.
He ignored everyone.
Her mind was in turmoil, and she couldn't quite figure out what Bai Ze was up to.
If it were just a transaction with himself, that would be fine, but why send Lu Ya to the Chan Sect?
Seeing Yang Jiao's preoccupied appearance, Yang Jian and Nezha were about to chase after her when they were stopped by Ran Deng:
"All disciples of the Chan Sect, come here. There is something I need to discuss with you."
These words were spoken.
Even Master Yuding and Master Yunzhong were unable to escape.
Maitreya and Ksitigarbha then left.
I just felt that this mess had been stirred up even more.
After finally climbing out of the pit, Taiyi Zhenren saw that the Chan Sect was leaving with everyone led by Ran Deng Daoren, as if they had forgotten that he was one of the Twelve Golden Immortals!
The whisk was covered in dust.
He casually patted himself down and chased after them with a displeased look on his face.
He aimed a kick at Yun Zhongzi's back and shouted sharply:
"Why didn't you catch me just now?"
After saying that, she pitifully approached Nezha, rubbing the aches and pains all over her body.
"Nezha, come quickly and see how badly your master is injured!"
Nezha glanced at Taiyi Zhenren, then at the other senior and junior disciples, pulled Taiyi Zhenren to his side, and whispered:
"Master, please calm down. I can't even bear to watch your moves. If you keep yelling, the other senior uncles and elders will beat you up."
Only then did Master Taiyi go to check.
The remaining twelve Golden Immortals, who had failed to devise a way to escape from Zhao Gongming's opponent, were all bruised and battered, with large bumps on their heads.
He shut his mouth in an instant.
Of the thirteen people who went up, only these three still looked human.
On the mountaintop,
Lu Ya Dao Ren watched Yang Jiao's departing figure and strode after him.
They kept a considerable distance.
Upon returning to the Divine Beast Garden, before even entering, they heard the laughter of Mosquito Taoist Yinling coming from inside.
Yang Jiao's earlier gloom vanished; after all, it was rare to hear Mosquito so happy.
Suddenly enlightened by the laughter, Yang Jiao stepped inside with a smile.
Mosquito Taoist, with his back to Yang Jiao, laughed without any regard for his image, looking at a spot in front of him, unable to straighten up.
Yang Jiao strode forward.
He passed the Mosquito Taoist and took a quick look.
Good guy.
All that could be seen in front of the mosquito were five buckets of mythical beast milk, filled to the brim with milky white liquid.
The eight divine beasts huddled in a corner, their eyes lifeless.