When the people knew that the emperor was going to the Nüwa Temple to pray and light incense, they cheered. Early in the morning, they cleaned the streets for the emperor and paved the red carpet all the way to the Nüwa Temple.
The scene of the emperor leaving the palace was spectacular. Infantry lined up in front and back, handmaidens scattered flowers in the middle, and Huang Feihu personally led the way on a five-colored divine bull.
In the middle was a carriage with eight treasures. Ling Fan was wearing a nine-clawed dragon robe and leaning inside. The commoners knelt on both sides of the street and shouted,"Long live the emperor!"
The Nüwa Temple was located on a beautiful mountain outside Xianyang City. It was connected to the Heavenly Stairway, and there were already officials and commoners waiting there.
"Your Majesty, we've already arrived at the Nuwa Temple. However, the Eight Treasures Golden Carriage can't go up the Heavenly Stairs. Your Majesty needs to move on foot!”Huang Feihu's voice rang out from outside as the golden carriage stopped.
Ling Fan stretched lazily inside and replied," It's alright. Goddess Nüwa is a sage. Her contributions to mending the heavens are immeasurable. We should respect her!"”
Huang Feihu helped the emperor out of the carriage. Ling Fan glanced around and said," What a beautiful place. No wonder the people built the Nüwa Temple here!"”
Just as Huang Feihu was about to reply, he suddenly felt some movement. His expression changed drastically and he pushed Tian Zi away.
"Whoosh!"
A sharp arrow with a cold glint shot into Huang Feihu's chest like a bolt of lightning. This was also where Ling Fan had been standing just now. If Huang Feihu had not pushed Ling Fan away, the arrow would have shot at Ling Fan instead!
Everyone turned pale with fright and hurriedly shouted for protection. Many soldiers held shields in their hands and lined up, quickly protecting Tian Zi and Huang Feihu.
"Minister Huang, are you alright?" Ling Fan hurriedly went forward to express his condolences.
Without waiting for Huang Feihu to reply, a masked man in black clothes appeared out of nowhere. He held a sharp sword in his hand and flew over quickly, aiming for Ling Fan's head.
"Release the arrows!"
A soldier shouted, and a rain of arrows shot towards the black-skinned man.
The black-clothed man did not seem to be afraid at all. He drew his sword in the air and released his Yuan Qi, forming countless sword lights that shot towards the soldiers below.
The injured Huang Feihu was shocked.”
The soldiers below were all ordinary mortals. How could they be a match for this cultivator? In an instant, the sword light fell, and a large number of them were killed or injured!
The masked man shot another sword ray at Ling Fan, as if he would not stop until he killed Ling Fan!
Although Huang Feihu was seriously injured, he was still anxious to protect his master. He could not care less about the pain in his body. He quickly drew his sword from his waist and charged at the man in black.
Huang Feihu had been taught by an immortal when he was young, so he naturally knew some cultivation spells. Huang Feihu's sword techniques were exquisite, and countless sword lights and sharp blades burst out. He fought with the black-robed man, and the two of them were evenly matched!
This was the first time Ling Fan had seen a cultivator fight. Every step was filled with killing intent, and it was a shocking sight. The Celestial Core Power in Ling Fan's body started to boil and circulate rapidly. The sword light moves of the man in black and Huang Feihu were like a sword manual, flashing in Ling Fan's eyes and carving into Ling Fan's head. Ling Fan felt that as long as he wanted to, he could use the moves of the two of them without losing out at all.
Ling Fan was shocked. He could actually see through and imitate their moves and routines. Could it be that all cultivators were like this? He learned it after watching it once?
Actually, Ling Fan didn't know that it was because he cultivated the Supreme Mysterious Dragon True Technique. When this technique was cultivated to the extreme, it would be feared by even the Saints. He didn't know why it would spread to the human world. There was also a terrifying legend about this technique. Of course, this was a story for another time.
Huang Feihu was already seriously injured. Now that he was fighting, the blood loss from his wound was getting faster and faster. He could not help but feel dizzy and his vision was blurry. At this moment, he was fighting with the perseverance of a soldier. He was about to lose!
However, at this moment, there was a sudden turn of events. A "moo" sound rang out, and a five-colored light flashed quickly, crashing towards the black-clothed man.
This was Huang Feihu's mount, the Five-Colored Divine Ox. Seeing that its master was seriously injured, it had telepathically connected with him and rushed over to help!
The five-colored divine bull galloped forward with its four hooves. The two pairs of horns on its head glowed with a sharp light as it fiercely crashed into the masked man in black.
Huang Feihu's mount, the Five-Colored Divine Ox, was an impressive spirit beast. It had boundless strength and could move on clouds. It was once the mount of an immortal, and it was given to Huang Feihu in the end.
The black-clothed man seemed to know how powerful the five-colored divine bull was. With a flash, he quickly dodged the attack of the five-colored divine bull.
The black-robed man didn't hesitate. He took out a small gourd from his waist and opened the lid. A black gas spread out, and a small snake darted out. It expanded with the wind and turned into a nine-headed snake monster. It opened its mouth and bit at the five-colored divine bull.
Ling Fan looked at the nine-headed monster in surprise and could not help but cry out,"Nine Neonate!”
According to the records of the Ancient Classic of Mountains and Seas, the Nine Neonate had nine snake heads and one snake body. It was one of the ancient ferocious beasts and was extremely evil!
The five-colored divine cow did not want to be outdone. It mooed loudly and spat out five-colored flames from its mouth, charging toward the Nine Neonate.
The Nine Neonate's nine heads shook and shot out water pillars at the same time, extinguishing the flames of the five-colored divine bull.
Seeing that the flames could not do anything to the Nine Neonate, the five-colored divine bull formed clouds under its feet and quickly ran forward, using its horns to collide with the Nine Neonate.
The Nine Neonate did not give in to each other. It picked up its scaly snake tail and swung its tail at the five-colored divine bull.
"Bang!"
The two beasts collided, creating a huge gust of wind as they both retreated a few steps…
The two beasts were fighting fervently. Seeing that Tian Zi had no one to protect him, the man in black seized the opportunity and stabbed at Tian Zi again.
Huang Feihu was shocked. He mustered his strength and stepped in front of Tian Zi. He held his sword tightly as if he was going to fight to the death.
However, at this moment, he felt his hand become lighter. The sword in his hand was held by Tian Zi.
Huang Feihu was shocked. Before he could ask anything, Tian Zi had already charged out with his sword in hand. The sword Qi was shining and his movements were like clouds. The sword technique he used was the " Two Elements Sword Technique " that he had just used!”
Huang Feihu's eyes widened in disbelief. This " Two Elements Sword Technique " was taught to him by that immortal, and that immortal had long disappeared. How could His Majesty know it?
Although the man in black was masked, one could see the astonishment in his eyes. It was said that King Zhou was fatuous and immoral. He was extremely desolate and weak. How could he be a cultivator?
This was the first time Ling Fan had shown his skills. All the Celestial Core Power in his body circulated through his meridians and rushed out of the sword. After being baptized by Ling Fan's Yuan Qi, the sword let out a soft humming sound, like a hungry child meeting a delicious meal.
Ling Fan seemed to be able to feel the battle intent coming from the sword. He couldn't help but stroke the sword with his hands and exclaim," Good sword…"
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