Chapter 302: Fall of Wrath

At the northernmost point of the country of Yue, there is a majestic peak that towers into the clouds. The mountain is winding and majestic. However, the highest point of the mountain was hit by a sword. The cross section was smooth and stable, and the momentum seemed stagnant, and there was an indescribable discomfort.

At the highest section, a man in white robes was lying half-way between the clouds and mist with his feet raised, holding a sword in his arms with an ordinary wooden scabbard. The man's face was covered with mist, and his appearance could not be seen clearly.

The wind on the top of the mountain was sharp and biting, but he was wearing a simple white robe, fidgeting with the jade pendant on his sword, and murmured:

"Wrath Maha..."

A woman with fluttering skirts flew up from the bottom, combed by clouds and moonlight, Dharma light flowing all over her body, and her steps were crystal clear. She looked like she was not an ordinary thing at first sight. She fell down with the colorful light and said warmly:

"Shangyuan."

"Um."

Shangyuan Zhenren responded, looking into the distance in a daze, as if he could see the situation in Bian Yanshan through the overlapping fog, and said calmly:

"With an angry look, this gluttonous feast should come to an end. Poor the millions of people who died in the Xu Kingdom, not even a splash of water was made."

"Harmful."

The woman frowned slightly, sighed, and replied:

"That's true... From the time when Shi Xiu Dong advanced to the battle of Xu State, and then to the siege and killing of Wrathful Mahas, it was a feast. Three Mahas from the Seven Paths went to meet their destiny and collected their mounts. Two of the demon clan achieved great achievements. Demon, we have taken back the territory, killed the restless Angry Eyes, and profited from each other, so it’s time to calm down.”

As the female revisionist spoke, golden light lit up in the distance, and chains emerged from the void, locking the golden body of the Wrathful Maha. The Wrathful Maha was looking up to the sky and roaring. Master Shangyuan raised his eyebrows. Said softly:

"[Golden Bridge Lock]."

"good."

The female cultivator looked at it intently and replied:

"It's the magic weapon given by the Immortal Mansion to the True Lord of Lushui in the Qing Yuan Dynasty for his meritorious service back then... It seems that the True Lord wants to kill them all and won't leave any true spirit behind."

After hearing these words, Shangyuan Zhenren's face rolled with thick fog for a while. He was enduring something repeatedly and suddenly spoke, his tone full of deep hatred:

"Sooner or later, the old bastard will dismantle his immortal body, smash his golden elixir, and ask him to try it..."

"Shangyuan!"

The female cultivator suddenly lost her composure, quickly pulled his sleeves, and whispered:

"No matter what he is...he is a Jindan monk after all! How can he speak so openly?"

"Um."

Master Shangyuan calmed down his emotions, nodded as if nothing had happened, and stared at the monk who fell into the forest. Until he landed safely, Master Shangyuan patted Qing Feng in his arms and replied:

"I'll go take a look."

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Bian Yanshan.

The chains in the sky are densely packed, and the golden light is intertwined. The light of this magic weapon is as bright as the sun, with an awe-inspiring and inviolable flavor. It easily breaks the golden ribbon on Wrath Maha's body and wraps it around his brass skin. on, making a sizzling sound.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

The golden chain of this magic weapon burned black marks on Wrath Maha's body. It seemed to have a unique power, making the pain particularly intense, causing him to scream in pain.

"Fellow Taoist...is this a magic weapon..."

Master Chang Xi stared blankly, his face burned by the power of this magic weapon. Xiao Chuting on the side also secretly smacked his tongue, and Zifu Ze who had quarreled with Master Chang Xi when he was too weak. He sneered and replied:

"After all, we are a small sect and have never seen the world."

"The magic weapon is naturally of infinite power. This is just a golden bridge lock. If you were to see the mysterious light of the sun and moon that penetrated the sky and the earth in the immortal mansion back then, wouldn't you faint?"

Master Tianyuan on the side nodded slightly. Seeing the embarrassment on Master Chang Xi's face, he quickly came out to smooth things over and said with a smile:

"My master gave special instructions on this trip, saying that the man from Qingchi paid special attention to this matter and had laid out a magic weapon. I never thought that this magic weapon would be so powerful that it is unbelievable."

Master Chang Xi's expression softened a lot. Master Tian Yuan turned back to look at the Zi Mansion and echoed:

"Master Xianjue is well-informed. I heard that the magic weapon of the Immortal Mansion flows with the essence of the sun during the day, and spurts out the brilliance of the lunar moon at night. Naturally, it is not comparable to this Golden Bridge Lock."

Master Xianjue was also surprised when he heard this. Apparently he only knew about this. He was amazed at the wonder of this magic weapon. Xiao Chuting nodded lightly and replied:

"Perhaps it should be called a fairy weapon instead of a magic weapon."

Several real people were pointing at each other, and the angry Maha at the bottom was getting more and more painful. His dark golden eyes were widened. The more painful he became, the angrier he became. The aura on his body rose vigorously, making the golden bridge locks rattle.

A group of Zifus used their magical powers and smashed into his golden body. For a moment, the heaven and earth were filled with the radiance of magical power. The earth shook and the mountains shook, causing the ground veins of Bianyan Mountain to tremble, and his spirits waned.

"stop."

The Zifus were all showing off their magical powers, but they never thought that a faint voice floated in the air. It was obviously not serious, but it flowed past the ears of all the Zifus, making them silently stop and raise their heads.

"Which rat wants to stop me..."

Zhang Tianyuan looked stern, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the figure holding a sword in the sky. He quickly stopped and said with an apologetic smile:

"Fellow Daoist Shangyuan, this matter is caused by the Qi of all three sects..."

"Um."

Master Shangyuan nodded and said casually:

"Of course I know. It's just that you abused your magical power and destroyed this chain of mountains. In the end, you just walked away, but there has been no inspiration here for three to five hundred years."

"this……"

Master Tianyuan was stunned for a moment. He really had not thought about this, and said quickly:

"Why don't I offer an apology..."

"No need."

Shangyuan Zhenren responded softly, put one hand on the sword, and said softly:

"I will kill him with one sword."

When these words came out, everyone was stunned.

Although the reincarnation of Wrathful Maha had lost his life, was suppressed by the Golden Bridge Lock, and was beaten to death by a group of Purple Mansions, and looked like he was only left with one breath, Shi Xiu was the best at saving his life, and it was not easy to kill him with one sword.

"Please come in, Taoist friend."

The smile on Tianyuan Zhenren's face became more genuine, and he sneered in his heart, saying:

"Arrogant people."

Shangyuan Zhenren only looked at the golden body of the angry Maha in front of him, and said nothing for a few breaths. The monk took a breath, his eyes wide open, and cursed:

"You are a traitor, you..."

Shangyuan Zhenren stared at him straight, and in the dim perspective of the angry Maha, the mist on Shangyuan Zhenren's face became thinner and thinner. The monk's anger stopped abruptly, and he stared at his face blankly.

"It's you..."

The angry Maha stared at him in disbelief, his lantern-sized eyes staring straight at him, and as his anger disappeared, his momentum collapsed like flowing water, and Shangyuan Zhenren slowly drew his sword.

"Clang!"

The long sword was unsheathed, the falling leaves stopped, the flying birds fell, and only a bright white remained between the sky and the earth.

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“Boom!”

In the Duanchen Temple far away in Zhao State, the old abbot was silently knocking the wooden fish under the statue of the angry Vajra, but heard a series of piercing sounds. The old abbot was stunned and raised his head tremblingly.

There were many cracks on the angry Vajra statue in front of him, and it began to break from the neck, shattering all over the ground.

“Maha…fall…”

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The clouds in Zhao State were mowing the stone walls, and the brown and yellow wind and waves were blowing. A group of monks lined up and walked under the cliffs. The countless Vajra statues on the cliffs were glaring, in various shapes, some holding short sticks, and some riding tigers, leopards, whales and dragons, stretching for hundreds of miles, which was quite spectacular.

The leading monk held a torch and illuminated these statues one by one. After wiping them for a while, he suddenly raised his head in some confusion.

“Crack, crack, crack…”

The eyes of the angry Vajra at the top suddenly shattered, and fine stone powder fell down, sprinkling the monk’s head and face.

"How... is it possible..."

"How is it possible!"

The monks were running around like headless flies, pushing each other and crying, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was falling. The sound of the stone statues breaking continued, and they turned into broken limbs and stones on the ground amid the crying.

...

Xu State Cave.

Northern Liang Buddhist Cave.

...

The angry four demon emperors, the nine generations of Maha, fell in the Zhenkui Temple in Bianyan Mountain.