Chapter 2793 - 2792: Witch-Demon Alliance

Chapter 2793: Chapter 2792: Witch-Demon Alliance

Qingfeng and Mingyue saw Zhen Yuanzi alone and despondent, they stood behind him and asked, "Master, what’s troubling you?"

Zhen Yuanzi swept the horsetail whisk in his hand, and with a faint smile said, "It’s nothing, just looking at things and thinking of people!"

Qingfeng and Mingyue looked at him and said, "Just now, the Tathagata Buddha of the Great Sun sent someone with a message, inviting you to the Western Heaven for a discourse. How should we reply?"

Zhen Yuanzi said, "Decline for me, say I am in closed-door cultivation and unavailable for meetings."

"Understood, Master!"

Qingfeng and Mingyue nodded, about to leave.

Zhen Yuanzi called them back, "Qingfeng, Mingyue."

The two stopped, turning back to look at their master, "Master, do you have more to say?"

Zhen Yuanzi said, "Remember, if one day something happens to our Wuzhuang Temple, go to Liangshan Island and seek help from the Sect Hierarch of the Yin Yang Sect."

Qingfeng and Mingyue couldn’t help but laugh, "Master, you must be joking, what could happen to our Wuzhuang Temple?"

"You may go now,"

Zhen Yuanzi wouldn’t say more, motioning them to withdraw.

He went alone to the backyard, sitting beneath the Ginseng Fruit Tree, and said, "You are my success, and you are my defeat. Over the years, to safeguard you, I can go nowhere, do nothing. Now that the great calamity is upon us, it must be fate!"

The Ginseng Fruit Tree showed no response, merely a dead object, also Zhen Yuanzi’s mortal shell.

Zhen Yuanzi himself is the Ginseng Fruit Tree, born from the Ginseng Fruit Tree, having achieved enlightenment by slaying the mortal shell.

His heart is tied to this tree, thus unable to take another step forward.

To slay another mortal shell, he must give up this tree.

He couldn’t do it, so he only slew one mortal shell.

The night was slightly cool, and the wind began to rise.

In the sky above Wuzhuang Temple, suddenly dense dark clouds gathered.

In the midst of the black clouds, a golden claw emerged with a sizzling sound, tearing open the Earth Blood River membrane above.

This membrane was torn open with a crack, instantly allowing massive demonic qi to pour in.

One by one, the hideous Ancient Demon Clan kings appeared, with the Little Peng King following, and finally manifesting the form of the Kunpeng Ancestor.

Their eyes shining with greed, fixed upon the Ginseng Fruit Tree.

Consuming this could help their bodies ascend one level.

The Peach, to them, only nourishes the spirit and cannot flesh the body, already dispensable.

"You have arrived!"

Zhen Yuanzi’s body remained still, as if he knew they would come.

The Kunpeng Ancestor sneered, "Brother Zhen Yuanzi, long time no see. Today I bring some brothers to seek your generosity; please favor us with a few fruits to nourish our bodies."

"Kunpeng Ancestor, you are also a Demon Master, is this really proper?"

Zhen Yuanzi was full of disdain.

The Kunpeng Ancestor laughed, "At such times, how can I adhere to these mundane etiquettes and rules? If I don’t eat the Ginseng Fruit, someone else will take my life. To save my life, I can do anything. With good brothers here, you should grant us this face."

In the black night sky, someone laughed disdainfully, "Kunpeng Ancestor, after all these years, you still remain shameless!"

The Earth membrane was again torn open by a golden claw, and from it jumped down similarly fiendish figures.

They revealed themselves in the darkness, it was Jiufeng and her kind.

Both parties surrounded Zhen Yuanzi on either side.

It seemed as if they had conspired, appearing at the same time.

The Kunpeng Ancestor said coldly, "You Witch Tribe sure know how to seize opportunities!"

Jiufeng replied, "Isn’t this the condition of our cooperation?"

"Indeed!"

The Kunpeng Ancestor said, "But we must be clear, the Ginseng Fruit should be equally divided, but the Ginseng Fruit Tree must belong to me!"

"No problem!"

Jiufeng was uninterested in contending with him, just benefiting was enough.

After the Witch and Demon Tribes communicated, they formally decided to unite against the Heavenly Court.

The first thing to do was to take the Ginseng Fruit Tree together.

Zhen Yuanzi foresaw destiny, knowing that tonight a fierce battle was inevitable.

Life and death uncertain, fate in the heavens.

He stood up, his expression icy as he addressed both parties, "In that case, nothing more needs to be said."

The Ancient Demon Clan and the Witch Tribe glanced at each other, nearly simultaneously producing mystical treasures, and attacked Zhen Yuanzi together.

Zhen Yuanzi raised his hand to draw the Earth membrane around himself, known as the Ancestor of Earth Immortals.

Precisely because of this piece of Earth membrane.

Originally, when he was the Ginseng Fruit Tree, he rooted on this Earth membrane.

After Pangu’s Heaven-opening and Earth-conceiving, most of the Earth membrane transformed into the world’s barrier.

Only a small piece was retained by him.

This Earth membrane can swallow Earth Energy to protect the body, only quasi-saint-level cultivation can break through somewhat.

Jiufeng isn’t a Quasi-Saint; her entry was assisted by the Kunpeng Ancestor.

The Ancient Demon Clan and Ancient Witch Tribe moved almost simultaneously, both holding mystical treasures, all with Taiyi Golden Immortal levels of cultivation.

From Quasi-Saint, only a mortal shell slaying away.

This gap is not large at this level.

Without the protection of the Earth membrane, the earth-shaking power invoked by both sides roared, Wuzhuang Temple resounding with a terrific crash, as if struck by a tsunami, all the great halls and houses shattered simultaneously.

Qingfeng and Mingyue had just seen off the messenger from the Western Direction when they witnessed Wuzhuang Temple turned into ruins.

They cried out, "Master!"

Qingfeng was about to run in, but Mingyue anxiously pulled him back, "This is bad, Master just said our Wuzhuang Temple would face a great calamity."

Qingfeng anxiously asked, "Then what should we do?"

Mingyue said, "Master instructed to immediately go to Liangshan Island for assistance from that Sect Hierarch!"

"Right, right!"

Qingfeng quickly nodded, immediately summoning Zhen Yuanzi’s mount, a white crane.

The two of them sat atop the white crane, like a white rainbow, disappearing instantly into the night.

As they passed by Wuzhuang Temple, they looked carefully.

Below, a crowd surrounded Zhen Yuanzi, battling so fiercely that the earth seemed to shatter with them.

One person seemed to charge towards the Ginseng Fruit Tree, transforming into a massive Kunpeng Dharma Laksana, its claw fiercely reaching out.

Zhen Yuanzi raised his hand, wrapping the Earth membrane around the Ginseng Fruit Tree, his horsetail whisk sweeping like an iron broom, swiftly striking that enormous claw.

With a bang, that claw retracted sharply.

But the other’s magical weapons all struck Zhen Yuanzi, nearly ten Taiyi Golden Immortal realm masters’ fierce blows.

Zhen Yuanzi was violently jolted away, coughing up a mouthful of dark blood for the first time.

The Kunpeng Ancestor sneered, "Zhen Yuanzi, if you can’t let go of this Ginseng Fruit Tree, there’s only death for you. Your heart harbors attachment, thus you remain entangled in obsession. With obsession, you cannot comprehend the Great Tao."

Zhen Yuanzi cursed, "Your nature is greedy, and you presume to speak of the Great Tao with me. Today, let’s show you my power!"

His sleeve surged dramatically, a maneuver of the Sleeve Universe Technique, seemingly forming a massive black hole at its origin, emitting a rolling suction force, engulfing all the Witch and Demon Tribes’ experts within.