Chapter 47: Not Even Chickens and Dogs Are Left Behind

  Wudao: Jianhuo Daozong, Chengtian Daozong, Rongkuo Daozong, Liulian Daozong, Zhi Xi Daozong.

  Three Vulgarities: Jinyutang, Liren Valley, and Xiajiashan City.

  These eight great heavenly gates are high above, their status unshakeable. After the battle between righteousness and evil, each of the eight gate sects sent out one disciple to form the 'First Line Heaven' Elder Council, representing them in the Cultivation Realm. The Five Taoist Sects and Three Orthodox Churches themselves hid deep in the mountains, no longer meeting with other cultivators.

  Gu Su was one of the members of Yitian, and she was a representative of Jinyutang. With her cultivation at the peak of Xuanji Realm, it would only take a thin line to break through to the Xiao Yao Realm and become a six-step cultivator. In her heart, she calculated that in ten years, or at most fifteen years, she could make the breakthrough, and by then Jinyutang would summon her back...

  More than a month ago, Tongchuan had an unknown killer who killed monks without distinction. 'Yi Xian Tian' was originally the ears and eyes of 'Wu Da San Cu' left in the world, and would not be slow to respond to such things, so Gu Su hurried to Tongchuan.

  Gu Su's cultivation is not bad, and her mind has some merits to be taken, otherwise she wouldn't have been sent by Jin Yu Tang to the "First Line Sky". After entering Tong Chuan, she didn't rush to take action, and even the Tong Chuan cultivators didn't know she had arrived. She hid in the dark, monitoring Dong Li's every move.

  Until recently, Mr. Dongling announced forty-five unresolved cases in the cultivation world, and Gu Su was shocked. She only knew the inside story of three cases, and Dongling said it without any difference!

  What Mr. Dongling said today, once it spreads out, the cultivation of the Tao will inevitably lead to a series of chaotic battles, which is absolutely not allowed by the eight major heavenly gates at the 'Tower Peak'.

  The Tao of Cultivation is not yet chaotic.

  He rummaged through his pocket and took out three wooden clappers of the same shape but different colors: one red, one black, and one white.

  Three Bells are a means of communication between the Elders of the One Line Sky and the Eight Great Doors Sect in times of emergency.

  Red Tassel: I am in trouble, send a skilled person quickly.

  Black Bell: The situation is critical, all disciples within a thousand miles radius rush to reinforce.

  White Bell: The great calamity has arrived, annihilate this place, and leave no chicken or dog behind!

  She picked up the black bell first, but after hesitating for a moment, she gritted her teeth and picked up the white bell. With a slight effort, she quietly crushed it! She chose to slaughter the city, no matter what method Mr. Dongli used to investigate these cases. Today, anyone who had contact with him or listened to his lectures would not be able to survive.

  The Xiu Zhen Dao has many sects, and after hundreds of years of development, it's not unusual for even a small sect to have over a thousand disciples. For the sake of the great Tao's prosperity, destroying these few hundred cultivators is nothing... As for the ordinary people in Tongchuan Prefecture, they were never considered important to begin with.

  After pinching the white bell to death, Gu Su looked out of the door again with a gaze that could kill. The white bell spread the news: not even chickens and dogs were spared!

  Just as Gu Su had just stood up and was about to quietly leave, that silly guy who used his palm to slap people like a nail suddenly rushed in... It wasn't until this moment that Gu Su realized that Dong Li had known all along that he was hiding here, and everything he did had been seen by the other party!

  Gu Su was puzzled, why did the old man Dong wait until the news of the massacre spread before taking action to capture her? Was it... not until she was smashed in the chest by Dumb and became a bloody mess that Gu Su finally realized:

  Dong Ling did this because he was confident in dealing with the Five Great and Three Rough Divine Abilities! And when these cultivators finally escaped from Tongchuan, the scattered news would not only be the truth about those 45 unsolved cases, but also add one more: The Eight Great Heavenly Gates slaughtered the city to silence them in order to cover up the truth!

  From then on, the reputation of the Eight Great Heavenly Gates plummeted, and the Thousand Sects would never dare to truly rely on them again!

  But what makes Dong Lian think he can withstand those devastating divine powers? What does he rely on?!

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  A moment later, Dumbzi walked out of the coffin shop with a wooden box on his left shoulder and a short, stout woman pinched in his right hand.

  A plump woman, from head to toe, wore gold and silver, with a dazzling aura, looking extraordinary. However, her mouth was spewing out blood, her body trembling like sieved chaff, already severely injured and on the verge of death. Yet, she still stared fixedly at Dong Zhui, using all her strength to let out a mournful howl: "Old thief, what right do you have?!"

  The owner of the coffin shop, Zhuang Buzhou, shook his head so hard that he could have blown out a candle, muttering repeatedly: "I don't know this woman, I didn't know she was hiding in my shop..."

  Langya seems to know everyone, and immediately tells Liang Xin about Gu Su's identity. After Liang Xin understands the situation and thinks through the causes and consequences, he also raises the same question as Gu Su: Mr. Dongli, what makes you think so?

  What Liang Xin could think of, many monks present also thought of. Similarly, Liang Xin's confusion was also the confusion of these monks.

  Mr. Dongling, with a wise and cunning glint in his eye, smiled at the monks and said: "This is the hierarchy, each level has its own perspective. Ordinary people don't care about the lives of ants, you monks don't care about the lives and deaths of ordinary people, and the Five Taoist Sects are even higher above you, naturally they won't cherish your lives either. Just now I mentioned the 45 unsolved cases, you've already heard them with your own ears and remembered them in your hearts, they won't let you live anymore. Now I'm killing this woman just to show you that the Five Taoist Sects, whom you revere as gods, will kill you without even blinking an eye."

  Saying so, Dong Ling stretched out his hand and pointed at the sky, smiling carelessly: "It's coming, very soon!"

  A cluster of fiery red evil clouds was flying quickly from the end of the sky, rushing towards Tongchuan City. In just a blink of an eye, Liang Xin could see clearly that the fire cloud in the sky was composed of countless giant red birds with bodies over ten feet long!

  Beneficial claws, sharp beak, and flowing feathers like fire!

  A strange bird swooped into the sky above Tongchuan, circled for a moment, and then suddenly let out a sharp, ear-piercing cry. It then folded its wings and dove down towards Tie Xie Avenue like a meteor shower.

  The faces of the masters all turned pale, and some people with weak hearts couldn't help but tremble and wail: "Jianhuo Daozong, Lili Xiangyu Shaizhen!"

  Mr. Dongling returned to his frantic state, the loud and clear cry still couldn't cover up his frantic laughter. With a flick of his large sleeve, he shouted loudly: "I'll take care of this round!" Immediately after, he formed hand seals with both hands, took a deep breath, and let out a violent shout: "Ice Sharp Strike!"

  As the voice fell, the air suddenly jumped violently, and a huge icicle over 100 meters long appeared in the air, from bottom to top, challenging the Firebird's formation! The upper flow of fire, the lower extension of ice, the two powerful forces collided, and a series of shocking screams burst out! And at this moment, even the most calm cultivator couldn't help but let out a hoarse low growl. With just this one icicle divine ability, Dongliu's cultivation was firmly rooted in the sixth step, the Carefree Realm.

  The corpse of the firebird, scorching blood, crackling and falling from mid-air, the monks either propped up their magic treasures or urged on their divine powers, desperately withstanding a wave of flames.

  The cultivators who dared to come to Tongchuan to investigate the case were all highly accomplished, with none being lower than the Great Perfection of the Mystic Realm. However, the difference between levels was enormous, and the power of a sixth-step cultivator compared to a fifth-step one was like heaven and earth. If it weren't for Mr. Dong's intervention, the cultivators present would have been utterly unable to withstand this Departing Spirit Feather Array.

  This time, with ice and fire indistinguishable, the outcome was hard to predict. Just as the battle reached its climax, a massive boulder, larger than Tongchuan Prefecture, came crashing down onto Tie Xie Avenue amidst a deafening thunderstorm.

  All the cultivators were shocked, it was the 'Green Mountain Pressing Top Killing Array' of Chengtian Dao Sect!

  Mr. Dongling went all out to fight against the sky-fire bird, his face had already turned pale, and when he saw the giant stone coming, he shouted loudly again: "Eleven!"

  Benzi responded with a dull voice, casually throwing away the already dead Gu Su, but still carrying his wooden box. With a loud crash, Benzi Eleven actually shattered the huge stone that was comparable to a city wall with his flesh and blood!

  The giant stone was smashed to pieces, exploding into a sky-blocking cloud of dust. The fool was also knocked back to the ground, his chest heaving rapidly as he spat out three mouthfuls of fresh blood. He fell heavily, but the wooden box remained intact, still clutched tightly in his arms.

  Liang Xin had never seen such a battle, and was thoroughly stunned. The cultivators hadn't even had time to catch their breath when a clanging sound of metal striking metal echoed through the air once again, as a dragon made up of thousands of flying swords swooped down, heading straight for Tie Xie Avenue!

  Jīn Yù Táng, Wàn Jiàn Cháo Zōng Shā Zhèn.

  At this moment, even the most determined Taoist priests couldn't help but burst into loud curses: "Five big and three thick, not as good as pigs and dogs!" The low-ranking disciples below the fourth level were already crying with tears streaming down their faces. They weren't afraid of death, but they had been thoroughly intimidated by the eight heavenly gates' successive summoning of the killing arrays, which had shattered their spirits and souls!

  Xiao Long roared, shaking his head and swinging his tail. Just as he was about to destroy all living things, Dong Yingzi, who was resisting the Firebird, shouted again: "Tian Ce, Jian Wu Liang, kill!"

  Bang! A deafening crash that shook the universe.

  Hoooo! A majestic and powerful roar.

  The Tian Ce Gate, which had always been tightly closed, suddenly collapsed with a loud crash. All 700 disciples were dressed in white robes and wore red armbands, forming the Big Dipper Formation. Only Zheng Xiaodao, the leader of the sect, stood alone at the North Pole position.

  All disciples raised their long knives in hand and made a slashing motion towards the Sword Dragon in the sky. One slash, a feint!

  Under the neat and uniform chopping, as if the spirit is clear and divine, a sharp blade that can cut off the flowers and water of this life and the next, suddenly appears in Zheng Xiaodao's palm, with a cold and icy aura, facing Wan Jian Chao Zong, sweeping away!

  Divine sword, mournful cry. Blade edge, radiant splendor.

  Innumerable golden jade flying swords exploded into shards of icy light, the sword dragon's body visibly shattered layer by layer. The Tian Ce Gate's knife array also collapsed layer by layer, and row after row of Tian Ce disciples seemed to have their vital energy suddenly drained away, their skin turning pale as they softly fell to the ground!

  Liáng Xīn almost popped out his own eyes, he couldn't believe that Tiān Cè Mén had such a powerful formation, if forty days ago when he fought with them and they set up this knife array, he would have been done for.

  With just these ordinary disciples, they were able to withstand a killing array from the Heavenly Gate through their combined efforts?

  Jian Long's swordsmanship was in disarray, his knife array collapsing layer by layer. Until finally, Zheng Xiaodao spat out a mouthful of blood and also fell to the ground like his disciples. The last flying sword in mid-air also shattered at the same time. Almost simultaneously, Dong Ling Xiansheng also counterattacked with an icy cone, defeating the flock of firebirds...

  Dong Ling, Danzi, Tian Ce's disciple, successively blocking Wu Dao's three vulgar and three Taoist killing arrays!

  The sky of Tongchuan Prefecture finally returned to calmness, just as everyone was trembling with a sigh of relief. Dong Ling's voice rang out with a cold laugh: "Still one more move, Ku Rong Dao Zong, Liu An Hua Ming Sha Array."

  Five Great and Three Refined, among the eight great heavenly gates, four gate sects possess long-range assassination techniques. They are: Jianhuo Dao Sect's Lili Xiangyu Shaizhen; Chengtian Dao Sect's Qingshan Yating Shaizhen; Jinyutang's Wanjian Chaoyong Shaizhen; and another is Kuangrong Dao Sect's Liu'an Huaming.

  The four killing arrays were hastily launched, and their power was roughly equivalent to the full force of a six-step cultivator. The first three killing arrays that had been resolved were only at the level of a mid-sixth step cultivator, but the last one, "柳暗花溟", was enough to kill a master who had reached the state of "逍遥境大成"!

  The law is forever unchanging, the one who comes latest is the most ruthless!

  As for those four Heavenly Gates, although their strength was no weaker than that of their companions, they were not adept at this kind of long-range slaughter from thousands of miles away.

  At this moment, three calamities have passed, and there is still one more tribulation left.

  In the midst of her delight, Langya smiled and revealed a row of delicate teeth, nodding in agreement: "This old Dongfang had already anticipated everything!"

  Liang Xin nodded and was about to say something when a faint scent of grass and wood wafted through the air, and suddenly the sky turned dark.

  A thick, heavy cloud drifted in from the sky at some unknown time... This time, it was a genuine thunderstorm cloud, blocking out all sunlight and enveloping Tongchuan Prefecture in a heavy, oppressive darkness.

  Mr. Dongling's face had almost turned transparent, and the giant looked up at the dark clouds in the sky with an expectant expression, muttering to himself: "Fourth array, it's your turn." After finishing speaking, he seemed to have remembered something and hastily returned to the high platform, where he saw that Liang Yier's memorial tablet was still intact. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief, wiped it clean, and carefully put it away in his bosom. Mr. Dongling's entire body was shrouded in a faint, eerie chill, and Liang Xin thought he was once again practicing his meditation technique, but Cuihua noticed something amiss and frowned: "Mr. Dongling just used up too much of his ice crystal energy, even using up his original source power... now his true yuan is scattered and some of it has leaked out of his body... Is the old man's cultivation method the refined ice path?"