nycdaug Chapter 184 A thrilling escape, merging with the Tai Chi Banner
Chapter 184 A thrilling escape, merging with the Tai Chi Banner
suddenly!
The wind is surging.
The blood-red mist was blown to this place, blurring the view.
In a split second, Yang Jiao had a flash of inspiration and quickly took out the drop of blood from the Styx Ancestor given to her by the Mosquito Taoist from the Boshan Furnace.
Immediately afterwards, without hesitation, he swallowed it and chanted a spell to cast a magic spell.
Then, he transformed into the appearance of the Styx Ancestor.
At this moment, Yang Jiao exuded a terrifying aura that chilled people to the bone. Her hideous and twisted face was deeply imprinted in everyone's mind, especially for those Asuras, whose fear was a deep-seated, soul-piercing terror.
Upon seeing this scene, the Asuras wielding steel forks were immediately terrified and hastily withdrew the forks they were about to use to stab Yang Jiao.
They all stared wide-eyed, their faces showing utter surprise and confusion.
One of them stammered:
"How...how could this be? Why did this trespasser suddenly turn into an ancestor?!"
Despite their many questions, they dared not be the slightest bit negligent or doubtful in the face of this being who looked exactly like the Styx Ancestor.
After all, the Styx Ancestor was the ruler of this sea of blood, and his fame was widespread, so no one dared to offend him easily.
Moreover, the aura emanating from Yang Jiao was exactly the same as that of the Styx Ancestor, without any difference.
However, these Asuras still keenly sensed that something was amiss.
The Styx Ancestor is currently resting beneath the sea of blood, and his aura seems somewhat weak.
I was just about to look up and take a closer look at this "Ancestor of the Styx" in front of me.
Before they could even see clearly, Yang Jiao let out a heavy snort, her face grim:
"Ok?"
The cold snort was like a thunderclap, making everyone present's ears ring.
The Asuras trembled with fear and quickly bowed their heads again to kowtow to the sea of blood.
Although the aura is different, the essence is definitely the same!
They secretly speculated:
"Could it be that Zhen Yuanzi weakened him?"
Yang Jiao, disguised as the Styx Ancestor, stood among the group, not daring to move.
This transformation technique was derived from Marshal Tianpeng's Thirty-Six Transformations, but her cultivation level was low and it wasn't sophisticated enough.
The moment it moves, its true form will be revealed!
Yang Jiao's eyes darted around as she racked her brains for a solution.
Those kneeling were even more terrified, drenched in cold sweat.
Just now, they actually pointed their steel forks at the patriarch. Filled with unease, they trembled with fear and kept kowtowing.
"Please forgive us, Ancestor. We did not know that you were an incarnation of yours. We beg you to spare our lives."
Yang Jiao spoke slowly again:
"Ah."
They were even more panicked than the others!
Is Marshal Tianpeng's magic skill lacking, or is he simply incompetent? Even speaking ruins his magic.
Stalemate.
A prolonged stalemate.
Both sides' mental fortitude was improved.
After a long while, Asura couldn't help but ask again:
"Does the Ancestor have any further instructions?"
Yang Jiao sighed slightly and shook her head gently. When she shook her head to the left, it was Yang Jiao's face; when she shook her head to the right, it was the face of the Styx Ancestor.
Fortunately, those people dared not raise their heads because of their presence, otherwise they would have been discovered long ago.
Having waited a long time for a reply, Asura cautiously said again:
"If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave now?"
Upon hearing this,
Yang Jiao was overjoyed.
A sound was produced by chest resonance:
"Ok!"
Those Asuras instantly felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and slowly sank into the sea of blood while kneeling.
"Whoo~"
Yang Jiao felt like she was suffocating.
I was so scared that I could barely breathe.
After seeing that there were no other Asuras around, it immediately took off running.
They headed straight towards the center of the sea of blood.
On the way, this trick fooled dozens of waves of Asuras that floated up into the sea of blood.
Once you reach the center of the sea of blood, you can see a thick layer of chaotic energy on top, neither gray nor white.
She immediately walked to the place of chaotic energy, sat cross-legged, and carefully placed the Sun Banner on one end of the Thousand Machine Staff.
Then he looked up at the sky.
It happened just as the moon set and aligned with the sun.
The sun and moon rise and set together only once a month.
Yang Jiao raised both hands high, placing the Thousand Machine Staff between them, trying to let it absorb as much chaotic energy and the essence of the sun and moon as possible.
But as she calmed herself, a rustling sound came from around her.
"Again?"
Yang Jiao had seen countless waves of Asuras, and familiar with the process, she transformed into the Styx Ancestor, sitting in the very center.
This time, however, no Asura dared to step forward.
"Could it be that the Styx Ancestor usually sits here?"
Now that Yang Jiao had ascended to the throne of the Blood Sea, he could finally sit up straight.
Without the Old Ancestor in the sea, Yang Jiao will become the Great King.
Time flies by very quickly.
The yin and yang energies continuously flowed into the sun banner and the moon banner from the sun and moon, which fell from mid-air and rose again.
It bursts forth with the ultimate tenderness.
The two banners stood facing each other for a while, then suddenly began to intertwine.
They twisted together in a spiral.
In the darkness, only the black and white colors on the two banners could be seen shining brightly.
"Come on, come on."
Yang Jiao watched them slowly change.
Excitement was evident on his face. He immediately obtained the Tai Chi Banner and five card-drawing tokens!
She watched as the morning glow slowly rose in the east.
Success will be achieved once the sun rises.
Suddenly!
The atmosphere in the center of the sea of blood suddenly changed.
The boundless sea of blood stirred up a stench, as if welcoming its true master.
Yang Jiao's expression changed!
"It's over, the real Styx Ancestor has come out!"
But now, at this critical moment, Yang Jiao dared not make a move.
Watching helplessly as the Styx Ancestor, a figure whose mere sight would send shivers down one's spine, appeared in his Taoist robes, his face resolute and fierce, about to emerge from beneath the sea of blood, Yang Jiao was already terrified by his normal expression.
At that moment, the surrounding Asura clans were alarmed and rose up.
He was about to bow respectfully when he suddenly stopped halfway down.
"Two patriarchs?!"
They whispered among themselves.
Yang Jiao remained still; now, just a few more breaths would suffice.
She skillfully gathered her breath into her chest, and then:
"Ok?"
With the aura of the real Styx Ancestor appearing, she momentarily gained a false sense of power.
The Asuras glanced at Yang Jiao, who was now seated, and then at those about to set sail, thinking:
“The ancestor rarely appears in the Sea of Blood. Every time I see him, he is meditating in this spot, and that 'hmm' he makes is terrifying.”
Instantly, I realized that what was in the sea of blood was fake!
Several Asuras, eager to claim credit, stepped forward, brandishing their steel forks.
"You audacious scoundrel! How dare you impersonate our ancestor in my Blood Sea! You deserve to die!"
The Asuras roared and charged forward, trying to drag the fake ancestor out from beneath the sea of blood, but before they could even show a smile...
For an instant.
Dozens of Asuras turned into a blood mist.
Even the Styx Ancestor didn't know how he made his move; it was as if he hadn't moved a finger at all.
At this moment, the other clansmen, having finally realized the truth, revealed their true colors and understood who the fake ancestor was.
Just as everyone was angrily gripping their steel forks, ready to stab Yang Jiao into a sieve, that spot was already empty.
The Styx Ancestor did not emerge from the sea of blood, but simply looked up at the sky.
"Ok?"
A confident smile finally appeared on his face:
"The crimson clouds no longer possess the aura of primordial purple energy..."
He remembered the scent of the Primordial Purple Qi on Hongyun's body very clearly. Unless he had merged with the Purple Qi, he was absolutely able to sense it by killing Hongyun.
"Will the Primordial Purple Qi be within her sect? Did the Chan Sect or the Jie Sect find it first?"
The Styx Ancestor was still thinking about it.
At that moment, Yang Jiao seized the opportunity and summoned Hong Yunfei, who flew faster than a dog chasing after her! But the direction was not to leave that direction.
Instead, they... chased after the sun.
With only a tiny bit left, Yang Jiao had no choice but to chase the sun.
She anxiously brought the Thousand-Machine Staff closer to the rising sun and saw the two intertwined banners on it instantly merge into one banner under the first ray of sunlight.
The original patterns on them transformed into fish-like shapes and swam around, moving up and down, black and white in the blink of an eye.
Yin and Yang combine to form Tai Chi, and the Tai Chi Banner is complete!
[Ding! Congratulations, host, on successfully fusing with the Tai Chi Banner. Reward: 5 Card Draw Tokens.]
[System reminder: Ancestor Styx will be arriving shortly.]
She flew extremely fast using the red clouds, but she was still no match for the Styx Ancestor who was several steps slower in catching up. The Quasi-Saint level was indeed extraordinary.
Even if Yang Jiao is currently using cheat codes, she still can't defeat someone with such a high level of cultivation.
She was flustered and dared not fly anymore.
This red cloud is now a target!
She descended rapidly, and a withered hand reached out from behind Yang Jiao's back.
She landed and tumbled, but the hand grew larger and larger.
Even though the Styx Ancestor hadn't released his own aura, he still felt like he couldn't escape.
The lines on Yang Jiao's palm were magnified before her eyes.
Just as she was waiting to be caught, her palm was pricked, and her eyes immediately lit up!
She pressed the Western religion's shrinking magic weapon heavily onto the ground, and the surrounding air seemed to be sucked away, causing her to disappear instantly.
"Wutian! You saved me, so when you rebel against the Three Realms in the future, call me!"
Meanwhile, the Styx Ancestor, who had lost all his men, showed no sign of disappointment; his eyes were full of inquiry.
He gazed toward the west.
Deep voice:
"Now we know where the Primordial Purple Qi is."
He originally thought it was related to Zhen Yuanzi, but unexpectedly, it was those two old neighbors.
With the abilities of a Quasi-Saint, let alone capturing Yang Jiao, turning her to ashes in an instant would be as easy as flicking a finger. The Styx Ancestor only wanted to find out the location of the Primordial Purple Qi, and as for Hongyun, he didn't care.
"Asura race, heed my command!"
"All Asuras are closely monitoring the Western Religion. If Jieyin and Zhunti are not present, they will massacre the West!"
Yang Jiao, who had used a unique escape technique of the Western Sect, suddenly appeared among the more than two hundred Western Sect disciples who were kneeling and listening to the sermon, her eyes closed and her whereabouts unknown.
The discussion abruptly stopped.
Yang Jiao shouted at the top of her lungs, and the words she shouted resounded throughout the entire Western Religion.
"Wutian! You saved me, so when you rebel against the Three Realms in the future, call me!"