Chapter 458 Wind, Come

　　The qi stagnated, and a chilling killing intent was on the verge of erupting.

　　Lord Mountain's eyes were calm as he pointed upwards.

　　Accompanied by a low tiger's roar, he stepped into the air, soaring into the sky, away from the human weapons that could interfere with the battle, and away from the masses of ordinary people. Wei Yuan knew that Lord Mountain intended to fight in the sky, so as to avoid harming the innocent.

　　Wei Yuan used the Water God's divinity to control the wind-riding power left by the Brocade Feather Bird.

　　Perhaps because the enemy he faced was Lord Mountain, this time, the soul of the Brocade Feather Bird erupted with extremely strong power. The clear and melodious bird's cry was sharp, with a hint of magnificence.

　　Wei Yuan slightly spread his fingers, and the gale stagnated.

　　Then, he clenched his fingers.

　　The originally disordered gale suddenly changed, becoming orderly and organized.

　　Suddenly,

　　the air currents around Wei Yuan surged towards him, making a deep and rapid whooshing sound, blowing so hard that people could barely stand, causing trees to sway wildly, dust to fly, like a storm. Under the astonished gazes of others, Wei Yuan, at the center of the gale, also rode the wind, soaring upwards.

　　The previously injured cultivators almost popped their eyes out.

　　Two figures, one in front and one behind, soared into the sky.

　　They broke through the already precarious barrier. Accompanied by a crisp shattering sound, the original plan to seal off the commotion with the barrier completely failed. Tourists, who had not gone too far away, looked up, their eyes wide, and saw the vast gale on this day.

　　They saw the people soaring into the sky.

　　……………………

　　The unbridled gale rushed towards his face.

　　In the past, when wielding the power of the Brocade Feather Bird, he could only control the wind to fight. Once he exceeded the limit he could control, there was a risk of being backlashed by the demon power. But now, Wei Yuan didn't have to worry about that, and he could release this power to his heart's content.

　　Buried in the nature of man is a longing for the sky.

　　The gale raged and entangled around him. Wei Yuan followed Lord Mountain, who was ascending into the sky, and soon broke through large clumps of clouds.

　　Wei Yuan's clothes, arms, and even hair were soaked.

　　When passing through the clouds, he felt a suffocating sensation, feeling that it was a little difficult to breathe, as if traveling in a tunnel that would never end, but this was ultimately an illusion.

　　But in an instant,

　　his vision suddenly widened.

　　Above was the clear sky that could not be seen on the ground. In front, there was an endless view, with clouds flowing, and beneath his feet, the mountains and rivers formed a magnificent picture. Large swathes of clouds surged, and the sky was like a vast curtain, like a glazed fairyland.

　　Along with his vision, his mind also broadened.

　　Wei Yuan's eyes widened slightly, and then he took a long breath, looked at Lord Mountain in black clothes opposite him, swung the Eight-Sided Han Sword in his hand, and pointed with his left hand. Accompanied by a long cry, a scarlet stream of light, like a red dragon, tore towards Lord Mountain. The sword's cry was magnificent. Wei Yuan knew that his and Lord Mountain's battlefield had exceeded the barrier, and he definitely couldn't hide it.

　　So he simply stopped thinking about the trouble afterwards.

　　Seeing such an open scene, he finally couldn't help but let out a long roar. The sea of clouds churned, and he charged towards Lord Mountain with his sword. The scarlet magic sword made first contact with Lord Mountain, and was knocked away by the latter's battle sword. Then, Wei Yuan was already close, his eyes flashing with gold, and he suddenly twisted his body and slashed down.

　　The sword qi was like frost.

　　A cloud was split open.

　　…………………………

　　The old Taoist priest who was preparing the altar was startled by the barrage of shocking events. Then he went outside to look and saw Lord Mountain soaring into the sky. He subconsciously wanted to curse and ask how he was supposed to fight, but then he saw Wei Yuan following closely behind and was speechless. He almost twitched his wrist, and the talisman in his hand was almost thrown away.

　　"This kid..."

　　Tian Chenzi opened his mouth.

　　He can already fly and control the wind, so why did this guy need his jia ma talisman last time?

　　Is this bastard acting?

　　The old Taoist priest frowned his white eyebrows, and then realized that, based on this performance, he might not be older than the other party.

　　He might have already been taking advantage by calling him kid.

　　But in any case, there was now some chance of winning.

　　The old man took a long breath, and his eyebrows relaxed. He had already built an altar with sandalwood, used soldier and horse talismans as materials, and used the blood and tears left by many Taoist priests to replace cinnabar. The materials were complete, but whether they would be effective and how much power they could exert was still a question.

　　He arranged the talismans one by one, took a deep breath, and began to set up the altar and perform the ritual.

　　……………………

　　In the high sky, Wei Yuan, fighting Lord Mountain with the power of Wu Zhiqi, could now slightly feel the power and unpredictability of a god. With the power of Wu Zhiqi added to his body, he could use even Zhang Daoling's magic sword as if it were an extension of his own arm, multitasking, and controlling the magic sword with the Xuan Yuan Sword Technique.

　　At the same time, Wei Yuan himself was wrapped in a gale, constantly clashing and fighting with Lord Mountain.

　　For a time, they were evenly matched.

　　But the main reason for this was that the power of Wu Zhiqi resisted the divinity from Lord Mountain.

　　It was because Lord Mountain had only just broken through the original limitations and stepped into his current level, far from reaching the peak of a god. But even so, the scene of their fight had already exceeded the scope of mortal cultivators—

　　The cultivators below stared intently at everything that was happening above.

　　The gale raged, the sea of clouds churned, and chilling sword qi constantly slashed down. The clouds trembled and evaporated because of the aftermath, and then they were crushed by another force in the arrogant and unbridled tiger's roar. Large swathes of clouds disappeared directly.

　　And accompanied by the clash of the two divinities,

　　there were storms, running thunder, and rain caused by the dissipation of clouds. Lord Mountain raised his hand, and the collapsing clouds and electric light stopped abruptly, and then mixed into the vast clouds, turning into a ferocious white tiger behind him, roaring with its head raised.

　　Then,

　　the magic sword tore and stirred the water vapor in the clouds.

　　Then it kept spinning forward, slashing at the white tiger transformed by Lord Mountain.

　　Water vapor diffused, condensed, and turned into scales and claws. The magic sword naturally turned into a long dragon, a water dragon evolved from the Water God's divinity, and a fierce tiger evolved from the Mountain Wind's divinity. They fought in the sky above Yingtian Prefecture. If it was just two figures, with the speed of Wei Yuan and Lord Mountain's fight, and the fact that they were separated by a sufficient distance, most people would hardly notice.

　　Then the changes now were clear enough.

　　Not to mention that Wei Yuan himself was just a mortal, personally facing such a frightening scene.

　　The people below, even though they were separated by a sufficient distance, could still feel the magnificence presented in this change. Every time Wei Yuan retreated or was hit, it would tug at their nerves. At this time, the ordinary people of Yingtian Prefecture also noticed the scene happening in the sky.

　　Panic, chaos, and alarm.

　　At this time, some people had already begun to try to stabilize the order of the crowd. And thanks to the previous incident of the Huai River flowing into the sea, the people had already seen the world and had a certain psychological resistance. Some even had the courage to take out their mobile phones and live stream the scene remotely.

　　"As you can see, there is a scene of dragons and tigers fighting in the sky above Yingtian Prefecture."

　　"We don't know what these dragons and tigers are, whether they are gods or demons, but I only know that the previous incident of the Huai River changing its course to the sea was not a coincidence. Our familiar world should be gradually undergoing some kind of change, a change that we don't know is good or bad."

　　Ban Hongyun is a contracted game streamer on the Internet and was once a reporter.

　　Now, he once again pointed his camera at the outside.

　　Just like when he was a young man, recording battlefield scenes on foreign battlefields.

　　Then,

　　he heard a familiar sound.

　　A roar, a sound that was almost like a roar or a furious bellow, like some kind of powerful beast. Ban Hongyun's breathing slightly stagnated, and then he felt a familiar tremor rising from his tailbone. He paused his voice and said dreamily: "... It's a fighter jet fleet."

　　In the sky, the Shenzhou Longxiang fighter jet system took off and rushed to the battlefield at the fastest speed.

　　The unique roar of the fighter jets silenced the entire city.

　　This meant that there was an absolute enemy among the dragons and tigers.

　　It was an enemy.

　　………………

　　Longxiang fighter jets streaked across the sky.

　　According to the previous analysis, they could not get too close. The power of modern technology is a holistic, extremely precise power, and Lord Mountain had previously demonstrated an understanding of modern technology. Once he damaged a piece of precision equipment on the fighter jet, this airborne beast would directly lose its combat power.

　　And the fighter jet's locking system could not automatically lock onto Lord Mountain's main body.

　　Switch to manual.

　　The fighter jet fleet scattered instantly. Modern weapons are comprehensive and powerful enough. This time, they were not equipped with explosive ordnance, but instead directly used kinetic energy impact weapons. Even gods could not completely ignore these expensive, sophisticated, and powerful weapons while fighting an enemy.

　　Lord Mountain raised his hand and solidified the air, blocking the ammunition without being injured.

　　But Wei Yuan suddenly stepped forward.

　　The magic sword screamed and slashed at Lord Mountain.

　　Then it was blocked by the sword in Lord Mountain's hand.

　　Wei Yuan stepped forward directly, his right hand instantly gripped Zhang Daoling's magic sword. The fingerless glove on his right hand had long been unable to withstand the qi劲, and directly turned into dust. The oldest Yuanming Scarlet Register in the Zhengyi sect slowly lit up. The sword screamed instantly and slashed at Lord Mountain's shoulder.

　　Then,

　　Wei Yuan let go of the sword directly, clenched his right fist, and slammed it heavily into Lord Mountain's abdomen.

　　The words for seal were roared out.

　　Even Lord Mountain was affected at this moment.

　　Wei Yuan retreated instantly. At this moment, the fighter jet fleet poured out their missile ordnance and bombarded Lord Mountain, who had been hit by this punch and affected by the talisman. Then, accompanied by a fierce tiger's roar, the white tiger formed by electric light and clouds swept across, sweeping away all the violent flames.

　　………………………

　　Tian Chenzi stared intently at the changes in the sky.

　　The old Taoist priest had lived long enough to know that there was no best opportunity at all. As long as it reached a certain standard and could be accomplished, that was the best opportunity. He aimed at the moment when Lord Mountain showed a means similar to a Dharma form and forcibly resisted the bombing of the fighter jet fleet, and slammed down the decree in his hand.

　　There could not be a second such attack!

　　This was also one of the problems with modern weapons. This thing was a consumable item.

　　A fleeting opportunity would not come again!

　　Fuck him!

　　The old Taoist priest cursed in his heart, staring fiercely at the sky, praying that the old brothers of the White Cloud Temple would not drop the ball at this time. This time's altar was not prepared adequately, the materials were insufficient, and the specifications and rituals were not up to the requirements in the strict sense.

　　He had done his best, and how much effect it would have depended on heaven.

　　The sky sank low.

　　Almost in the blink of an eye, an abnormality appeared—

　　The Modern Heavenly Court was the power formed by the true spirits of generations of true cultivators after their deaths and the residual dao practice of heaven and earth. The so-called heavenly soldiers and generals had no true spirits at all and only recognized edicts and rituals. But now, the rituals were not standard enough, and there was no edict. Most of the heavenly generals had no reaction.

　　Therefore, only the true spirits of the predecessors of the White Cloud Temple gave feedback…

　　However,

　　it was all the White Cloud True Cultivators of all ages, without exception.

　　The Law is the voice of the heart.

　　This had far exceeded the ultimate of the altar.

　　The old Taoist was stunned and lost his mind, but in the end, he no longer had the heroic spirit of success. He looked around at the remains of the White Cloud Temple, only feeling lost.

　　………………

　　The air rubbed, making a rustling sound, and this magnificent and vigorous sound kept spreading. Even Wei Yuan himself was backlashed by this magnificent qi, and he grunted, almost coughing up blood, his consciousness dizzy for a moment.

　　Then he saw the sky and earth turning upside down and pressing down. He saw huge chains, as if constructed of clouds, slowly piercing down with a heavy and extremely oppressive aura. A single chain was almost like a mountain, piercing through the shoulders and spine of Lord Mountain's Dharma body, and then slowly straightening him as if to pull him into the sky.

　　The fierce tiger struggled and roared, so electric light roamed in the sky, striking the chains.

　　So the gale raged, causing the chains to sway constantly.

　　So electric light, thunder, and exploding thunder fire were swept up by the gale.

　　But after the electric light dissipated and the storm subsided, the chains were still as they had been seen before, even more solemn and grand, and even more frightening in the thunderstorm. This change was almost like the reappearance of mythology, making both cultivators and mortals speechless for a long time in this frightening moment.

　　Wei Yuan forcibly controlled his consciousness.

　　He knew that the opportunity had come.

　　He did not deny Lord Mountain's own resolute will, nor did he deny his own role in constructing divinity. But he could not deny that the luck bestowed by Liu Xiu was also the ceremonial guard for the other party to transcend the Earth Deity and ascend to the Celestial God. He must seize the opportunity to cut off the luck and sever the high platform where the god was located.

　　In this era, 'slaying' a Celestial God.

　　There might be danger, but there was no second choice.

　　Wei Yuan closed his eyes, and his pupils turned from gold to ink.

　　At this moment, he went from god to man.

　　The power of Wu Zhiqi dissipated.

　　Then, relying only on the remnant soul of the Brocade Feather Bird to control the wind, he stood in the high sky. And the divinity of Wu Zhiqi condensed in Wei Yuan's palm, following the trajectory of memory, turning into Zhang Jiao's last talisman. At this moment, Lord Mountain's pupils contracted slightly, and he looked at Wei Yuan, feeling a power on the latter that was enough to threaten himself.

　　Wei Yuan made a sword gesture with his fingers, and Zhang Daoling's magic sword attacked Lord Mountain in an instant.

　　And he himself held the sword in his right hand, stepped forward, and prepared to make the final blow.

　　But he did not expect that Lord Mountain, facing the magic sword's attack, did not dodge or retreat, and forcibly took this sword. His arms were bound by invisible chains, but his eyes were still森然, staring at Wei Yuan, and suddenly roared: "Brocade Feather Bird, do you want to betray me a second time?!"

　　The remnant soul of the Brocade Feather Bird stagnated at this moment.

　　Lord Mountain shouted in a deep voice: "Don't retreat yet!!!"

　　The tiger roared into the sky, and Wei Yuan heard the panicked voice of the Brocade Feather Bird in his ear. Then, that remnant soul was actually shocked by the tiger's roar of the Lord Mountain in front of him. A trace of astonishment and unwillingness appeared in Wei Yuan's eyes. There was no doubt that Lord Mountain, as the master, had enough control over his subordinates.

　　But he did not expect that the effect would be so great after Lord Mountain became a god.

　　And Wu Zhiqi's divinity turned into a dragon-slaying talisman. Without the protection and control of Wu Zhiqi's divinity, the Brocade Feather Bird could not fight Lord Mountain at all.

　　He had anticipated this possibility, but he had not anticipated that the once wanton Brocade Feather Bird would be so weak and incompetent when facing Lord Mountain, without any heart at all, and could not even support him for a single breath to complete the final step of this talisman.

　　Tian Chenzi looked up and saw with his eyes wide open that the figure lost strength and fell when the last sword had not yet been delivered.

　　But he was powerless.

　　And now, many people, either through telescopes or through other methods, knew that the tiger was the enemy. And now, the 'own people' lost strength and fell. Falling from such a high place would kill even a body of steel.

　　Wei Yuan's falling speed was getting faster and faster, and it was even a little difficult to breathe.

　　The magic sword screamed and wanted to catch him, but instead, it was restrained by Lord Mountain. Wei Yuan saw that the fighter jet seemed to be affected by Lord Mountain. The wind followed the tiger, and extremely irregular turbulent layers formed around Lord Mountain, causing the fighter jet's flight trajectory to become extremely unbalanced.

　　In Wei Yuan's left hand, the talisman transformed by Wu Zhiqi's divinity was still there.

　　As long as he crushed it, it would be enough for him to forcibly soar into the sky by relying on water vapor, which was called riding the mist.

　　But that meant that there was nothing that could cut off Lord Mountain's divinity.

　　He himself did not have the teacher's dao practice. Without divinity, even if he risked his life, he might not be able to do it.

　　Wei Yuan widened his eyes and stared at the increasingly enthusiastic and magnificent gale. He took a long breath, and the Eight-Sided Han Sword in his hand screamed. He looked at the wind, as if to grab something. He did see it, and deep in his heart, the words that the young Taoist had once said to him flowed through one by one.

　　And the alien beasts he had seen in the Archaic Era also appeared before his eyes one by one.

　　Even the magic arts of the late Qin Dynasty.

　　What he had seen, what he knew, what he had learned.

　　A trace of rarely seen madness and determination appeared in Wei Yuan's eyes. Just like in his previous life, he had stood in front of the Bo Beast. He finally glanced at Lord Mountain hiding behind the clouds, and the corners of his mouth hooked up—abandoning the past and merging into one, there was not only one person with such a heart.

　　Wei Yuan held the talisman in the palm of his left hand and adjusted his body in the air.

　　He closed his eyes and concentrated.

　　As if he did not know that he was about to fall, that he was about to die.

　　Finally, he whispered,

　　"The talisman is the language of the heart…"

　　In his hand was not a magic sword, nor a nine-section staff, but an ordinary iron.

　　Wei Yuan brushed his fingers across the sword body, and the blood of the Crouching Tiger injected into it. Lines of talismans appeared on the sword body, dancing like dragons and phoenixes. At this moment, he was no longer restricted to the Zhengyi or Taiping Dao, and he was arrogant and unbridled. Wei Yuan's black hair fluttered, and he held the sword in both hands, gritted his teeth, and then heavily inserted it upside down into the void. The talismans were densely distributed in the void, turning into a talisman array, like an altar.

　　It was Wei Yuan.

　　Not Yuan.

　　He exhaled and opened his voice, saying—

　　"Gale."

　　What is wind?

　　It is flowing air, it is diffusion, it is the qi of heaven and earth.

　　It is the wild horse, the dust, it is the creatures blowing each other with their breath.

　　The wind is omnipresent, and it can also carry the sound to dissipate. Accompanied by the wind between heaven and earth at this moment, everyone clearly heard the word gale. And then, for some reason, the air suddenly became stuffy, as if there was no wind at all. Therefore, there was a feeling of returning to the hottest time again.

　　Ban Hongyun felt his sweat soaking his back.

　　An unspeakable depression and dead silence.

　　And then, as if the gentle whispers of heaven and earth came with the wind.

　　"Summon."

　　Ban Hongyun felt a trace of coolness.

　　He stretched out his hand and felt the air flowing between his fingers, and suddenly looked up.

　　The silent air began to surge frantically, gathering at a place in the sky. The wind was flowing qi. In the distant places, it was a gentle breeze, imperceptible. And as it gradually approached, the wind began to accelerate, like a flowing stream, and finally completely turned into a violent torrent.

　　Then,

　　an exciting voice resounded throughout the sky and earth.

　　The pilot who was struggling to control the fighter jet saw drastic changes on the special instrument and said: "Report, there is a strong reaction appearing and approaching at an extremely fast speed, no, it's too late!"

　　The whistling sound rushed into the sky.

　　The police officer who was risking his life to maintain traffic over there at the overpass turned his head. The people living in the modern steel jungle raised their heads. They saw the fighter jets from the highest technology of mankind flying in the sky, and they saw the white clouds like an ocean.

　　Seeing the gale turned into a huge whale, breaking through the sea of clouds, gently swimming in the sky.

　　Above it was the vast sky, the eternity that had never changed since ancient times, and below were dense city buildings, flashing traffic lights, and cars parked on the road. It swam across the sky, the fighter jet fleet suddenly stabilized and got rid of the influence of the gale, and flew into the sky.

　　The steel wings brushed past the myth of legends, and the myth and the modern merged at this moment.

　　Lord Mountain's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sense of unexpectedness appeared in his eyes for the first time.

　　Under Wei Yuan's feet, the shadow of the Kunpeng transformed by the previously controlled gale dissipated. This was originally transformed by the wind, just borrowing its shape to strengthen its power. Wei Yuan was thrown high by this gale, pulled out his sword in the air, and made a sword gesture with his fingers. Zhang Daoling's magic sword and the Eight-Sided Han Sword, which was originally ordinary iron, were released at the same time.

　　Turning into two beams of red and blue light, they pierced through Lord Mountain's arm in an instant.

　　The First Celestial Master, magic sword.

　　The Last Crouching Tiger, war sword.

　　Wei Yuan soared down, landing in front of Lord Mountain at this moment, and slashed horizontally with his fingers.

　　"The Essentials of the Taiping, beginning with expelling disease, and ending with slaying dragons."

　　His voice paused, and thinking of the young Taoist's words, "Please, Great Han, go to your death," Wei Yuan only said:

　　"Evil God, submit to your execution!"

　　ps: Today's first update… six thousand words. For the second update, I'll see if I can write it, I'll try my best, I'll finish it up a little bit.

　　Then if it's not out by twelve o'clock, everyone should go to bed early, covering my face…………

　　Thanks to Cong Xiao Shuai Dao Lao for the ten thousand reward, thank you very much~