Chapter 100: The Twelve Emperor's Super Refining of the Green Bean

  His hands were either still or moving, constantly transforming, as if there was no end to the changes in his hand techniques. It seemed like a kind of immortal who was very surprised. Xingyun was still continuously summoning down bolts of lightning because he suddenly had a very bad premonition in his heart. However, his previously infallible Thunder Arts unexpectedly became ineffective in front of this 'Lingming', as if the summoned thunder was afraid of him and not one bolt of lightning could strike Lingming, instead all of them would flash open without warning just when they were about to hit.

  "What's going on?" Jin Yun asked himself in his heart, but even so, the magic seals in his hand were still being released non-stop, because he didn't believe that his most proud attack method was broken by a witch tribe person. But soon he found that he couldn't summon the calamity thunder anymore.

  A stronger aura than before slowly rose from Sun Ming's body, compared to the peaceful atmosphere just now, this aura seemed much more fierce and oppressive, accompanied by a kind of heavenly punishment-like pressure.

  It was also the Thundercloud of Tribulation, but what Yun Zhongzi summoned and Xingyun summoned were as different as heaven and earth. With the appearance of the Thundercloud of Tribulation summoned by Yun Zhongzi, Xingyun could no longer summon any Tribulation Thunder, because his small and pitiful Tribulation Thunder was actually swallowed up by the Tribulation Cloud summoned by Yun Zhongzi.

  "Which great witch of the Wu tribe are you?" Xing Yun asked in a terrified tone, his voice trembling with surprise. After all, even immortals were human, and when anyone saw something unknown, fear was probably the first word that could describe their emotions.

  "Wu Zu? Da Wu? Whatever you say, come on, today I'll let you see what real Lei Fa is. Hmph, those two moves of yours are an insult to the name Lei Fa."

  Yun Zhongzi's words once again made Xing Yun feel angry, because as a fairy, a strong fairy king level, although in the mortal world due to the reasons of the Great Way rules only had golden fairy cultivation, but was repeatedly insulted by people, his noble heart could not tolerate it, and it was under the gaze of so many people. So before Yun Zhongzi's second sentence came out, he launched an attack.

  The golden flying sword was like a long rainbow, suddenly and violently flew into the clouds.

  "Lingyun Wanjian Jue." Xingyun let out a loud roar, his hands changing through the incantations, and suddenly the flying swords that were rushing towards Yun Zhongzi came to an abrupt halt in mid-air. Then, like splitting and dividing, one became two, two became four, and in the blink of an eye, the entire vast expanse of starry sky was filled with glittering golden flying swords. Each sword had a faint aura surrounding it, and for a moment, a murderous intent spread out, giving off a heroic air reminiscent of a battlefield.

  "This trivial skill is actually called 'Wan Jian Jue'? It seems that the decline of the Xiuzhen world isn't just a simple phenomenon, and even the Xian realm has fallen to this state." Yun Zhongzi watched as the countless swords flew towards him, his expression unchanged, and instead muttered to himself about the decline of the Xiuzhen and Xian realms. The surrounding immortals and demons looked at each other in confusion, thinking that he had been frightened silly by the flying swords.

  "Xing Feng, you don't deserve the title of Xian Wang. I'm using Lei Fa, and yet you're using a gold-attribute flying sword to cast your spell. Alas, it seems that the quality of the immortals in this realm isn't very high either." Yun Zhongzi said, changing his hand seal, a bolt of dark purple lightning descended from above.

  "Hmph. The principle of metal conductivity is something that even immortals know. As the Immortal King, how could I not know it? Wan Jian Jue. Ten thousand swords. Even if your cultivation is extremely high, can you simultaneously bring down ten thousand bolts of tribulation lightning?" Xing Feng said, and was about to burst into maniacal laughter. But his laughter had just begun when it suddenly stopped short. Then, as if he had received a fatal blow, his face turned pale, and a golden yellow liquid flowed from the corner of his mouth.

  "Why, why?" Xingyun couldn't believe it. A single bolt of lightning had destroyed his treasured sword. Anyone would be shocked by this turn of events. Moreover, in the immortal realm, a cultivator's life was tied to their flying sword. If the sword was destroyed, it was equivalent to crippling one's cultivation. If he could safely return to the immortal realm this time, it was uncertain whether he could still hold onto his title as Xian Wang (Immortal King).

  "Since you know that metal can conduct electricity, why do you still have so many golden flying swords densely packed together? You're really losing face as a celestial being. Why don't you just reincarnate and start over?" Cloud Middle Child didn't wait for Xing Yun to react. A bolt of heavenly lightning struck down. Of course, after this strike, Xing Yun would definitely do what Cloud Middle Child said - directly reincarnate and start over. However, as a celestial being, one's life-saving techniques are always a bit special. Just as Xing Yun was about to be locked in, he suddenly disappeared. Even Cloud Middle Child couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. After all, the Purple Void Heavenly Lightning has some spatial locking abilities. Anyone locked by the Purple Void Heavenly Lightning can't possibly teleport unless there's something unusual going on. And yet, right before his eyes, Xing Yun had somehow managed to escape the spatial lock with a treasure on him.

  He couldn't get up. Behind the backs of the numerous scattered immortals, Xing Yun first revealed his disheveled figure, and even the fresh blood at the corner of his mouth hadn't been wiped away yet.

  "Gentlemen, what are you waiting for? This great sorcery has clearly exceeded our imagination. Let's rise up and attack together. Otherwise, if we let him defeat us one by one, our crimes will be too great."

  To kill him, take out his soul. The gathering place of the witch tribe naturally knows the plan is to kill him as soon as possible. So as not to have a long night and many dreams." Ji Yun Lang said loudly with disheveled hair.

  "Hmph, one person can't beat a group, indeed worthy of being an immortal. It's somewhat reminiscent of those few immortals from back in the day, Guang Chengzi." Yun Zhongzi's words were cut off by Xing Yun who was furious.

  "You, a remnant of the witch tribe, dare to mention the names of our Twelve Emperor Lords of the Immortal Realm? It's really infuriating. Xing Feng's words dispelled all the doubts in Yun Zhongzi's mind. No wonder Xing Yun understood the 'Purple Twilight Thunder Law'. No wonder the cultivation methods of the True Immortal Realm were so lacking, with twelve narrow-minded people as the Emperor Lords of the Immortal Realm. It seems that everything can be explained now. However, Yun Zhongzi started to doubt again: if these twelve people are still in the Immortal Realm, then who obtained the last Hongmeng Purple Qi back then? Who was the one who achieved the final Holy Position?"

  "Tomorrow, I'll entrust you with these doubts in my mind. Be careful not to let those twelve people know that you're a disciple of mine, Cloud Middle Child's sect. Otherwise, it might be disastrous for you." said Cloud Middle Child.

  "Master, don't worry, I still understand this principle. A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years, it's not late for us cultivators to take revenge after a hundred years, a thousand years, or even ten thousand years. What about the Twelve Emperors of the Immortal Realm? Hmph, from now on, the Immortal Realm won't need emperors anymore." Sun Ming's vicious expression made Yun Zhongzi feel quite uneasy in his heart. After all, he was so young and had to bear such a heavy responsibility. As his master, he really felt guilty about it. Unfortunately, time was running out, ah.

  Yun Zhongzi let out a silent sigh in his heart. He thought back to the days when he first joined Yu Xukong, all he had to do was listen to his master's teachings and wait for his cultivation level to improve. When did he ever worry about crystal stones, elixirs, or magical artifacts? But Sun Ming was busy every day with his livelihood, and as a master, he really owed him too much.

  Almost all the "Upper Messengers" swarmed up together, their attacking methods varied, immortal, demon, Buddha, Yao, ghost. Looking at their attacks, Yun Zhongzi laughed, it turned out that the True Realm was still the same True Realm, only with a different name. The attack method of Xingyun, the Upper Messenger of the Immortal Realm, naturally doesn't need to be said much, it's clearly some lower-level techniques of the Yu Xu Gong Fa. And the magic path's Lie Jing Da Shenmo used is clearly the leftover moves of Yu Hua. The technique used by Jin Ting of the Yao realm is clearly consistent with the moves of the Four Seas Dragon King back then. And the ghostly creature's method is clearly the creation of the Ten Halls Yan Luo. And the bald-headed Buddha's method is clearly the move of Zhuanti.

  Yun Zhongzi smiled, pointing a single hand at the top of his head, changing one after another of the seals, the pressure of the Zi Xiao Divine Thunder's calamity cloud grew greater and greater. Yun Zhongzi looked at Xingyun and laughed, saying...

  "A thousand thunders will strike, and today I'll let you witness it." As he spoke, a series of purple dragons rampaged through this not-so-vast area. Fortunately, those scattered immortals and demons were relatively far away; otherwise, half of the scattered immortals and demons in the cultivation world would have vanished by now.

  Everyone was putting up a difficult defense, constantly setting up defensive barriers around them, but it was all in vain. Under the impact of so many purple lightning bolts, these defensive barriers were not able to withstand even one blow. Accompanied by a miserable cry, Xingyun, who had already been seriously injured, was struck by a bolt of lightning and split in two. Along with his unwilling gaze, the originally golden majestic figure collapsed. A golden immortal infant flew out, causing the scattered immortals and demons watching from afar to reveal their greedy gazes. However, before the infant could even fly out, it had already been taken into Cloud Middle Child's hands.

  With a "crack", the struggling Xiao Xinfeng was crushed, and the golden energy was absorbed into the 'Nasoul Double Vase'. The Immortal King Xiao Xinfeng, who had been roaming the Three Realms for so many years, died in such an embarrassing manner at the hands of Sun Ming, who was under Yun Zhongzi's control. It can't be said to be not tragic.

  However, lightning is just lightning. Although it was fierce and powerful, it couldn't escape its own nature. The "Purple Night Divine Thunder" that had been wreaking havoc in an instant vanished into thin air. All the senior officials who were seriously injured let out a sigh of relief. But Sun Ming, who had made them tremble with fear, was now a completely different scene.

  "Look quickly, Da Wu's body is collapsing." Lian Jing's eyes were sharper and he saw Sun Ming's abnormality at a glance.

  "Hmph, the Witch Tribe's technique hurt 800 people and damaged itself beforehand. It seems that this is the aftereffect of that lightning technique just now. However, it also saves us the trouble of doing it ourselves." Jin Ting took over the conversation.

  "There was a Xian Wang-level immortal who accompanied me to the underworld, it was worth it." Sun Ming's body completely collapsed after saying that. However, no one noticed a ring that had turned invisible falling into the vastness of space.

  Yún Zhōng Zǐ is a very crucial character and will still appear later, dead? No way. Who says that when the soul flies away and the body scatters, it's definitely death?