Mountain Patrol Military Officer
Chapter 292 - 254: Great Sun Thunder Sound Dharma! (Seeking monthly ticket)

Chapter 292: Chapter 254: Great Sun Thunder Sound Dharma! (Seeking monthly ticket)

Surrounded by void, thunder and lightning wildly flashed, as Five Thunders infused and thick as water buckets, Thunder Snakes furiously struck, instantly submerging two Primordial Spirit Dharma Forms as large as hills.

Terrifying thunder roared explosively, the heads of the two Dharma Images fierce like ghosts, emitting painful shrieks.

"Ah"

"Ah"

In an instant within the thunder and lightning, the two Dharma Forms crumbled inch by inch, like broken glowing porcelain, shards peeling off and falling.

Then, two large hands made of clouds suddenly trembled, with two earth-shattering booms, the two Primordial Spirits completely shattered, bursting out dazzling Spirit Light.

This was the true Five Thunders Bombarding the top of the skull!

And at this moment, within the blinding brilliant light, two figures transformed into extreme speed Escape Light, charging out.

The green-robed old man from the Li Family, blood continuing to pour from his mouth, was horrified and desperately unleashed the Sky-Shining Mirror and the Wind Stabilizing Pearl towards the back, which swelled against the storm, roaring out at the same time.

"Hidden Dragon Emerges"

The Eight Trigrams on the body of the Sky-Shining Mirror spun wildly like a Compass, shaking the universe, Wind, Fire, Mountain, and Marsh, buzzing and trembling, white clouds surging out wildly, with a great rushing sound, as if a huge wave was surging forth, and with a whistle, the green Wind Stabilizing Pearl lit up brightly, a great wind rising, sweeping the white mist.

"Yin"

With a furious dragon’s roar, a Green-eyed White Dragon as large as a mountain range broke through the clouds, fangs bared and claws dancing, mane flying, charging at the giant palm with roaring fury, imposing and chilling.

At the same time, in the adjacent void, the Straw-Coated Wanderer’s hat had shattered, his hair disheveled, finally revealing his true face—utterly disfigured as if scorched by fire, a pair of protruding white eyeballs, pupils like pitch-black lacquer, truly fierce and frightening.

At this moment, this person’s Primordial Spirit shattered in an instant, seriously injured, with resentment and indelible terror flickering in those ghastly pupils, flight light under his feet rapidly escaping, feeling the terrifying killing intent coming from behind, full of hatred in his heart.

Damn it!

This was not a sick tiger but rather a Hidden Dragon emerging from the abyss; they had been played.

All of this was a calculated trap.

He didn’t understand why, even though the opponent’s Primordial Spirit Dharma Forms had shattered, logically they should be seriously injured and dying, they repeatedly defied common logic.

The Straw-Coated Wanderer gnashed his teeth with hatred, feeling a drive to madness, but knew he must escape right now; a gentleman’s revenge could wait ten years, he gritted his teeth, his arm explosively disintegrated, opened his mouth wide, and ferociously devoured his own flesh and blood, then let out a hysterical screech.

"Sacred Asura Fire."

"Bang"

Instantly, behind him in the void, a black lotus flower like a black crystal blossomed, and from within it, a bright red blood-colored flame the size of a rice grain, silently leaped out, yet filled with an extremely chilly and violent aura.

Following that, the Black Fire Lotus turned into a black line, shooting towards the mist behind it.

The two Martial Vaults, on the brink of life and death, exerted all their strength, even resorting to self-mutilation, Divine Skills howling behind them, but fled forward at full speed.

The two fled quickly, in an instant crossing several miles, unable to help but look back at the mist behind them, and saw that the two large hands made of clouds had already dispersed, only to see that amid the mist, the Green-eyed White Dragon and the Black Fire Lotus howled, then a tremendous power erupted, the Sacred Asura Fire’s blood light surged, the Green-eyed White Dragon bared its fangs and danced its claws, roaring with dragon roars, charging up to those pair of cold golden eyes, followed by piercing thunderbolts leaping around.

Good, blocked off!

The Green Robed Old Monster and the Straw-Coated Wanderer caught sight of this and their eyes shone bright, just when they felt relieved, they then saw below a thunderous boom rose.

In the mist ahead, ten mountain pillars as wide as thirty feet suddenly rose from the ground, their tips appearing out of the mist, breaking through the fog, blocking their way, with patterns like the lines of a palm.

Then, the ten mountain pillars suddenly closed together in the middle, like a pair of sky-supporting giant hands, with rolling thunder gripping together, the void exploded.

"No good!"

A terrifying feeling instantly enveloped their entire bodies.

"How is this possible?"

Witnessing this scene, the Straw-Coated Wanderer and the Green Robed Old Monster’s faces changed with shock, each using their escape techniques; the Straw-Coated Wanderer exploded into a cloud of black mist, splitting into more than ten streams, rushing towards the fast-closing gaps between the mountain pillars.

The Green Robed Old Monster, on the other hand, went bang, bang, bang, turning into a sky full of green birds, flapping their wings, trying to escape from this space.

But just then, between those mountain pillars, a dazzling black crack appeared, a surging suction force sweeping through the white fog.

The mist surged madly, and the green birds and black mist couldn’t escape, suddenly caught by the suction force, their figures stalled.

And in this lightning-fast moment, with two loud bangs, the ten massive stone pillars clenched like fists.

After that, two screams of agony rose!

Dazzling crimson light spread open.

Then, the blood-stained giant fists formed by those ten mountain pillars decisively burst through the clouds and shattered the black lotus, then both hands abruptly grasped the mountain-like Green-eyed White Dragon, a grunt of anger, savagely pulled.

The Green-eyed White Dragon let out a piteous cry, its body astonishingly breaking apart, two streams of light scattering, a green bead exploded and flew away, the Sky-Shining Mirror also cracked inch by inch.

Both Martial Vaults, thus utterly annihilated!

Silence descended upon the earth and heavens.

Outside the Mist Sea, dozens of figures who had earlier rushed in after seeing the Dragon Qi Mother Tree, looked at the pair of stern golden eyes within the mist with horror, feeling a bone-chilling coldness exploding from their spines, shooting straight to the top of their skulls, then a wave of noisy clamor rose.

"Let’s go, quick retreat."

Some people quickly backed away, their expressions filled with panic.

"Don’t panic, we haven’t done anything, besides, this person is the Human Clan’s Colonel, they wouldn’t strike us."

While some were afraid, they felt since they hadn’t done anything wrong, there was nothing to worry about.

After all, there were still Demons here.

How could the Ninth Mountain’s Colonel take action against these Human Clan experts?

And just at this moment, under everyone’s watchful eyes,

"Thud"

"Thud"

"Thud"

The sound of gigantic footsteps arose from the distant mist, everyone could clearly feel the tremors coming from the ground. With each thud like stepping on everyone’s hearts, it seemed like an Ancient Fierce Beast was about to burst through the mist, making everyone’s gaze tighten, staring intently into the depth of the fog.

Soon, the misty clouds suddenly tumbled, casting the silhouette of a figure as majestic as a mountain.

The mist was like a brushstroke, revealing an enraged face similar to Vajra, eyes like gold, and a vertical golden mark between the brows, draped in Cloud Armor, resembling a divine presence formed from condensed clouds.

An overwhelming aura surged, within miles the wind pillars connecting heaven and earth shattered with roaring explosions, and the sea of fog churned. Everyone felt an asphyxiating force bearing down on them.

Some retreated backward, others wanted to speak up to divert the conflict, but a resonant clang sounded, the twin golden eyes blazing intensely, followed by a roar that shook the heavens.

In an instant, with that roar, a violent storm began, the sea of fog instantly boiled over, slapping at the skies, pouring forward like a landslide, the gale tearing through, carrying sands that became wind blades, screeching as they sliced through the air.

The heavens and earth rang out, the sight was spectacular!

And those dozens of figures on the outskirts, seeing this terrifying might, their faces changed dramatically amidst the chaotic sounds of horror.

"Not good, retreat!"

"Run fast."

"Ninth Mountain’s Colonel, what are you doing? You don’t kill the Demon, why are you attacking us?"

There were also sounds of angry shouting.

But the howling wind and drifting sands afforded them no chance to continue speaking, as the cutting wind tore through the air at lightning speed.

In just a breath or two, the raging wind had surged past.

Many couldn’t dodge in time, their faces paled, and they shouted in unison. Spirit Lights dazzled, revealing various Taoist Soldiers to resist the yellow wind.

With the sand-laden gusts cutting wildly, explosive sounds went on without end, accompanied by continuous metallic clinking.

One saw figures controlling Taoist Soldiers, resisting the cutting wind, their expressions ugly, some strained until their faces twisted gruesomely, some cried out loud, their Taoist Soldiers brightly bursting forth, attempting to shatter the billowing yellow wind and break free.

But this was no ordinary yellow wind; that roar carried a mighty thunderous boom, tiny thread-like electricity weaving through the yellow wind, striking upon a Green Sword.

In an instant, the sword was notched, the sword’s barrier trembled, and its Spirit Light shattered. The howling wind, with its sand, had become bone-scraping steel blades, sweeping toward the sword’s owner.

A shrill, agonized scream rang out.

One saw that this person’s Treasure clothes, under the slicing cuts of the sandy wind blades, shattered in an instant. Layers of scarlet flesh were scraped away, and in just a breath or two, this person was as if turned into yellow sand, blown away by the wind.

Only the shriek lingered.

Just like that, one after another, Spirit Light figures were extinguished, blown away by the yellow wind.

And accompanied by screams tinged with terror and resentment, echoing in the void.

"Ninth Mountain’s Colonel, you slaughter us, a sham hero, and say we are from the Central Plains.... Ah!"

After five or six breaths, the last sound on the outskirts of the mist faded away, and the yellow wind dissipated with a bang.

In the mountains outside the mist, either those who knew their strength was insufficient and did not participate in the contest or those who silently exercised restraint watched this unfold with horror. Looking at the giant figure standing in the Black Sea, their hearts churned tumultuously.

They couldn’t help but feel a stroke of luck that they hadn’t joined in the scramble for the Luck Spirit Root, otherwise they would probably die without knowing how.

The world returned to silence for a moment, leaving those remaining holding their breath.

At this time in the void, only two Demon shadows remained.

Two Martial Vault Demons from the Feiyi Clan, one in front and one behind, with a change of color in their Demon Eyes. The bird-beaked Demon, who had been rushing desperately, now retreated to the outskirts after witnessing Chen Yuan’s swift killing of two Human Clan’s Martial Treasures.

Sixth Elder, the Green-faced Demon, with golden pupils constricting into thin lines, stared intensely at Chen Yuan, his voice hoarse and low, transmitting to the bird-beaked Demon.

"Retreat!"

Following that, a Demon Light flashed across his body.

"What?" The bird-beaked Demon’s Demon Eye roared with a fierce light, his voice containing anger, "The Luck Spirit Root is still in this person’s hands, why retreat?"

"Don’t you see? This Colonel has set up a killing formation, waiting for people to fall into it. This person is exceedingly sinister; we’ve seen his Dharma Image break with our own eyes, but now he’s unharmed, and this Dharma Image feels very dangerous to me, it has changed. And with our Cultivation restrained from the outside, no more talk, let’s go!" The Green-faced Demon said harshly. From the start, he felt this Colonel’s death-defying appearance was very strange, and that sense of danger urged him not to take the risk.

With those words, his figure soared, Demon Light surging, behind him grew terrifying pairs of Green Scale Meat Wings, a flap of those wings, and he shot away, attempting to leave.

The bird-beaked Demon issued a reluctant howl, a flash of darkness, also aiming to shoot away.

But within the mist, those stern golden eyes fell upon the two demons trying to flee, the gold concentrated into a point, and a chilling voice emanated.

"Thinking of leaving."

As the words fell, its head tilted upward, and from its eyes shot two beams of golden light, like two huge golden swords, instantly cutting through the sea of fog.

Then, with a "boom," the sea of fog exploded, and the giant Dharma Image broke through the mist, revealing its true Dharma Body!

That was the reconstruction of Chen Yuan’s Dharma Image, the Great Sun Thunder Sound Dharma manifested after destruction and reformation!

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