Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 229 - 207: The Immortal of Colossal Spirit Shocks the Four Seats, Flower Viewing Festival

Chapter 229: Chapter 207: The Immortal of Colossal Spirit Shocks the Four Seats, Flower Viewing Festival

Boom!

At this moment, dazzling lightning descended from the sky.

Wherever the azure lightning struck, everything melted away, and the dense banyan trees instantly turned bare.

Half of the tree trunk turned to charcoal, and the face on it was reduced to half.

After releasing this spell, Erlang God’s entire power dissipated and he turned to ashes.

The Banyan Tree Demon King’s shade was completely destroyed, and tens of thousands of flying skulls were crushed to powder.

This was Thunderclap—channeling the strength of countless people to emit the most powerful lightning strike.

Once unleashed, it vanished like scattered ashes.

Guu Yuchan and Shi Yinhua began launching their ultimate strikes.

Boom!

Smoke filled the sky, and multicolored lights obscured the scenery below.

As the smoke dissipated, astonishingly, the Banyan Tree Demon King was still alive, with a lonely remaining half of its tree trunk. Above it, a blood cloud floated, coagulating into a hideous, terrifying one-horned face.

"Cackle, hahaha, Banyan Tree, what’s become of you, boy?"

"Blood King!"

The Banyan Tree Demon King’s half-human face revealed an excited smile.

"Blood King, save me!"

Upon hearing this name, everyone shuddered instantly.

Could it be the Ghost Master of the Blood Prison Ghost Mansion?

Wouldn’t that mean Tianjie and Lu Mingyang are doomed?

"Worthless creature! I want your body!"

Whoosh!

A crimson glow surged into the Banyan Tree Demon King’s body.

The tree grew exponentially, reaching a height of a thousand zhang. Its canopy spread over a hundred miles, and the branches and leaves transformed into a eerie blood-red hue.

"Not good!" Everyone turned pale in alarm, realizing that just the Banyan Tree Demon King had already left them utterly helpless. What if the more powerful Blood Demon took its place?

The Blood Demon’s appearance instantly brought an overwhelming sense of oppression, making it impossible for anyone to breathe.

At the same time, Tianjie and Lu Mingyang had just emerged from a crack, having completely sealed the Netherworld.

They were rushing toward this place.

Upon seeing the Blood Demon parasitically occupying the Banyan Tree Demon King’s body, their hearts sank. If this creature had found a new host, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thinking of this, the duo hurried over.

Of course, Lu Mingyang’s three main disciples were faster. They brought Scatter Bean Heavenly Soldiers and cultivators from various Taoist temples to assist.

But before they could even extend their skills, the scarlet leaves divided into countless beams of blood light. Accompanied by the deafening sound of piercing air, they instantly annihilated the Taoist Soldiers and left most of the cultivators from other temples dead.

It also effortlessly destroyed Shi Yinhua’s White Bone Demon Fox dharma image.

Even the wounded Purple Mansion cultivators couldn’t last more than a round against this force.

"Audacious demon!"

Lu Mingyang was furious, his heart consumed by rage upon witnessing his prized Scatter Bean Heavenly Soldiers being wiped out in mere moments.

The duo flew swiftly, traversing hundreds of miles in under three seconds.

But the Blood Demon King was even faster. With everyone beneath him, a mere movement on his part would instantly reduce them to ashes.

"Hahaha, too late!"

After the Blood Demon restored his primordial energy, he immediately launched an attack on the crowd.

The people below seemed bound by an invisible force, unable to move. They could only watch helplessly as the spell descended upon them.

"Die!"

Just as everyone faced certain death.

A sudden storm erupted above the clouds, and countless golden beams pierced through the sky.

Then, a massive golden hand stretched out from the clouds.

The palm was colossal, covering an area of over ten li.

It seemed to be forged entirely of gold, radiating divine light, as if the sun illuminated all creation.

"What in the world?"

The Blood Demon King was horrified, staring incredulously at the enormous hand.

Could this be a deity descending from the Heavenly Court?

Why else would it be so gigantic?

Not only the Blood Demon, but even the well-informed Tianjie and Lu Mingyang had never seen such a spectacle.

The disciples below were even more overwhelmed. The sheer pressure pinned them down to the ground.

The members of Xuanke Temple, however, felt a bit familiar. Shi Yinhua glanced at Wang Ziyue and said, "Doesn’t this look like the temple master’s spell?"

"What?"

Yun Xiao’s beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. Could this enormous spell actually be Song Lin’s creation?

Though they knew Song Lin excelled in crafting miracles, this miracle was far too alarming.

Boom!

The Blood Demon was uprooted like a radish by the enormous golden handprint.

Then, it slammed him left and right on the ground. The earth split open, branches and leaves scattered everywhere. Although the Blood Demon occupied the Banyan Tree Demon King’s body, it couldn’t erase the tree’s natural traits—it couldn’t survive away from its roots.

The stronger the tree demon, the less it could leave the ground; otherwise, its massive form would collapse.

However, this wasn’t necessarily a weakness, since deeply buried roots made it exceedingly difficult to uproot the tree, far harder than defeating the demon itself.

Unexpectedly, they encountered a powerful brute today.

After slamming it dozens of times back and forth, the enormous hand hurled the tree into the sky. With several dozens of wailing cries, the tree shattered into pieces.

After disposing of the Blood Demon, the golden hand vanished into ashes, disappearing without a trace, leaving only Song Lin’s figure in its place.

"Temple master! Temple master!"

Everyone excitedly rushed forward.

The outsiders looked at Song Lin with complicated expressions, astonished that he had stolen the limelight today. Lu Mingyang’s three main disciples clenched their teeth with hatred, wishing they could kill Song Lin.

Their own master had taught them to deal with Song Lin, only to be thoroughly humiliated indirectly.

"How did you do it?" Lu Mingyang rushed over, staring at Song Lin with disbelief.

"Just a trifling trick."

Song Lin changed the subject and asked, "I’m curious—what does the master think of my performance today?"

Lu Mingyang’s face shifted between pale and flushed, unable to respond.

From a cultivation standpoint, Lu Mingyang was indeed a step above Song Lin.

But when it came to mastery over Taoist Soldiers, Song Lin was clearly superior.

This was evident to anyone who had witnessed the tree demon’s downfall and compared the two.

It was undeniable—Lu Mingyang had lost today, and lost miserably.

Tianjie stepped forward to ease the tension, addressing the survivors, "Thanks to everyone’s joint effort, we’ve successfully defeated the demon. Please sort through the spoils and submit them. I will report to the Taoist School and have the Master personally award the rewards."

This would ensure fairness. If Tianjie took charge of the distribution himself, there would undoubtedly be disagreements.

The usual practice was to leave it to the Taoist School.

Lu Mingyang’s complexion was pale. The humiliation now was insignificant compared to the blow of having the Taoist School’s upper ranks publicly recognize Song Lin’s victory and spread the tale far and wide.

"Yinhua, assist the Hall Master in overseeing the spoils. I’ll go handle other matters."

With these words, Song Lin greeted Lu Mingyang and Tianjie before returning to the Taoist Temple.

He had no interest in the aftermath—it would undoubtedly turn into a squabble.

However, the Little Giant Spirit God’s performance was commendable today.

The Little Giant Spirit God boasted golden skin, an unbreakable Vajra body, and a towering physique hundreds of zhang tall.

Pure strength, a direct and aggressive combat style, equivalent to the early Golden Core stage.

With the Heaven and Earth dharma image, it could erupt with the combat power of Great Perfection Core Formation. Its divine strength might even surpass that of ordinary Purple Mansion True Persons.

But Song Lin found it difficult to sustain for long. To avoid exposing himself in a weakened state, he made an excuse to leave.

This mystical character was truly formidable!

Song Lin resolved to let the old fortuneteller perceive its essence further.

As he meditated to recover his primordial energy, two thousand paper cranes flew toward him from a distance.

Opening them, he discovered an invitation from Zhi Xin to attend a meeting two months later.

The other paper crane carried an unexpected sender—Mei Hua Grandmaster—inviting him to the Flower Viewing Festival.

How did he know about me?

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