novelThe Snatching of the Treasures
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Both the Sun's Disaster and the Moon's Disaster did not respond despite the disciples' loud chanting of the Endless Incantation. The treasured weapons only spun around Wen Leyang in circles, spinning up and down his body. Once in a while, the weapons would get closer before immediately retreating backward. The Moon's Disaster made a low humming sound that sounded pleasing to the ears, while the Sun's Disaster made the whining sound of vibration repeatedly. It was as if the two weapons were having a discussion.
Wen Leyang attempted to move backward slightly but the Sun's Disaster and the Moon's Disaster immediately moaned loudly. He was so startled that he halted his footsteps.
The old demon rabbit Bu Le held back from taking action against the enemies, for fear of harming the allies. As long as it was not the last resort, he dared not pounce forward to rescue Wen Leyang. He reminded loudly from the outside, "Little fellow, be sure not to move about..." Before his voice died away, a desolated humph filled with rage echoed from the outside, "That old demon is trying to harm my friend here, why don't you come over quick!"
The enlightened San Wei of Eyang seemed to notice that the treasured weapons were in trouble and that the entire Jilong Sect was in an emergency. He was afraid that the old demon rabbit might suddenly launch his ruthless method to harm San Wei's friend again.
The old demon rabbit waved his hands in San Wei's direction impatiently, as if he was swatting away a fly.
The stocky enlightened San Wei's deranged expression vanished immediately. He suddenly raised his head and roared with laughter. Within his roaring laughter, he recited with a loud voice, "The three tastes of the human world! Happiness, happiness appears on one's face!" Before his voice died away, he suddenly cracked a smile towards the old demon rabbit Bu Le! A delighted smile from the bottom of his heart bloomed from the enlightened San Wei's solemn and ghastly face in the blink of an eye.
That form of extreme happiness was akin to a newborn infant sucking on the sweet breast milk, akin to a tourist that encountered a rain in the desert, akin to a beautiful maiden that received her lover's letter. The smile that only appeared due to extreme happiness. It was akin to a sweet-smelling flower in one's dream. Everyone who witnessed the smile could not help but curl up his lips, together with him. Happiness appeared on their faces!
Soon after that, the air was filled with loud bangs. The airwaves, visible to the naked eyes, was akin to a raging and roaring dragon. It engulfed in the direction of the old demon rabbit Bu Le! The faint booming sound was extremely similar to the sky falling and the earth cracking afar. Even though it seemed far away, it was terrifying!
The disciples from Eyang Sect did not engage themselves in heaven's cultivation, nor earth's cultivation. They engaged in the cultivation of the human world, they were devoted to 'Savor all the tastes within the human world, only then witness the free and unfettered immortals'. It was said that when they cultivated into the summit of cultivation, the seven basic emotions, namely, happiness, anger, sorrow, joy, grief, fear and confusion, would combine into one supernatural power. They would then become invincible in the human world. The founding ancestor of the Eyang Sect once completed the cultivation of six emotions. Nonetheless, he failed to grasp the final 'confusion'. As for the enlightened San Wei, even though he managed to only cultivate into three emotions, the supernatural power of happiness, the supernatural power of anger and the supernatural power of sadness, it was already enough for him to win against the entire cultivation world. He was almost invincible to all enemies.
The airwave flowed rapidly with strong murder intent. However, the old demon rabbit's eyes were still firmly fixated on Wen Leyang, the Sun's Disaster, and Moon's Disaster. He held out his right hand, at a speed that appeared to be slow but was in fact as fast as lightning as he pinched the air in front of him. His actions were very gentle and gracious as if he was picking a flower, but it seemed so rapid and ferocious as if he was slaying a dragon. Two different powers and strengths combined abruptly within Bu Le's hand gesture! The earthshaking airwave was immediately pulverized soundlessly with his hand gesture. On the other hand, the booming loud noise took another few more minutes before it quieted down.
The old demon rabbit had already demonstrated his skills earlier. Anyone with slight cultivation base could see that this old man was remarkable but no one would have thought that his skill was so profound, such that he could break the first wave of enlightened San Wei's supernatural power of happiness just by lightly waving his hand once.
The enlightened San Wei was burning with rage. His old face turned to the color of ash abruptly. He was in an outrageous rage as he shouted once again, "The three tastes of the human world! Anger, anger that lifts up the..." This time, before he could finish his sentence, a bright radiance erupted before his eyes. Hundreds of treasured weapons, that were hanging in a mess in mid-air, crashed towards him. Every rogue cultivator was angered. Giantbull's huge spiked club slammed towards him as he broke out in curses, "Hey, you old bastard, pick a right time to fight!"
The situation was indeed ghastly on the side if the Jilong Sect and Wen Leyang. The Sun's Disaster and Moon's Disaster had not attacked or guarded him. The weapons only spun around Wen Leyang cautiously, while Zi Que, Qing Niao, Huang He and the rest of the master cultivators of Jilong Sect looked panicky as if confronted by a formidable enemy. Not only the Endless Incantation was still being chanted nonstop, some had already started procuring their Taoist mass instruments and paper talismans to set up the early Paleolithic era's Taoist mass on the loose ground.
What was this?
This was a huge eight diagram!
Every rogue cultivator on the scene indulged in heartfelt excitement and pride for being able to rush there in time to witness such a rare occurrence. In the end, the enlightened San Wei of Eyang Sect and the old monk were entangled as well. Even though San Wei's supernatural power was rather worth-seeing, it seemed like the folks were fully absorbed in watching the World Cup but there were two Chinese Super League teams that came into the field and started another tournament...
Hundreds of treasured weapons soared into the sky!
The disciples of Jilong Sect were very busy. Fortunately, the Great Mercy Temple and the One Word Palace had not helped the rogue cultivators. The little supreme leader of Kunlun Sect had the fastest reaction. He dodged as he jumped in front of the enlightened San Wei. He grabbed out a handful of paper talismans from his chest pocket and tossed the paper talismans into the sky, akin to scattering spirit money. The paper talismans immediately grew into millions of streaks of yellow-colored silk strips in the wind. The silk strips were soft yet tenacious as it blocked against the treasured weapons. Not even the sound of treasured weapons clashing on one another was heard.
Meanwhile, the rogue cultivators were all greatly startled. No one expected that this little supreme leader's cultivation base would be this exception. He, alone, could shield against hundreds of rogue cultivators! Fortunately, the yellow-colored silk strips in the air were only capable of stopping the enemy but not attack them. The rogue cultivators retracted their treasured weapons and continued to fully concentrate on watching the 'World Cup'.
The enlightened San Wei, who was very angered, stared ferociously towards the little supreme leader Liu Zheng of Kunlun Sect, "Why do you bother saving the lives of these reckless lowlifes!" If the enlightened San Wei directly cast the supernatural power of anger to resist the enemies earlier, those rogue cultivators would be in deep trouble.
The little supreme leader Liu Zheng hastily laughed as he tried to make peace with the enlightened San Wei.
The four elders of the Wen family were tensed. Their eyes glimmered with poisonous snake-like sharp radiance as they stared anxiously towards Wen Leyang, who was trapped by the Sun's Disaster and the Moon's Disaster. They completely disregarded the enlightened San Wei.
The Poison of Life and Death circulated faster and faster within Wen Leyang's entire body, gradually reducing the agonizing pain from the two strong punches he received earlier. His body had already recuperated a lot. The Sun's Disaster and the Moon's Disaster cautiously probed around from the side of his body.
The little demon rabbit Shan Duan howled in a low tone towards the group of monks behind him, "Open the spiritual eye's imagery, Buddha's light shines on the karma's energy!"
Other than the little stutterer Hope Voice, the group of monks professed the Buddhist hymn together. Their hands slowly entwined and formed a Dharmachakra mudra in the shape of a fully bloomed flower. The crowd immediately felt that their eyes became unexpectedly brightened! The clouds in the sky too formed into a crystal clear lotus flower. Right above the loose ground, a light golden-colored radiance shone, firmly enshrouding Wen Leyang, the Sun's Disaster, and the Moon's Disaster. Within the faint golden light, everyone noticed, in surprise, that strips of paper talismans that were diffusing with awe-inspiring righteousness were being pushed out and shattered by the strong vibration created by both the Sun's Disaster and the Moon's Disaster!
The spiritual eye's image had been opened, the Buddha's light was summoned to shine. Every form of energy in the world was revealed!
The enlightened San Wei could no longer care about being angered. He placed a hand on the shoulder of Liu Zheng of the Kunlun Sect, "This is... this is the way the Sun's Disaster and the Moon's Disaster are pushing out the prohibition spell cast by Jilong Sect? I thought this pair of treasured weapons were created by Jilong Sect?"
Liu Zheng smiled with a peculiar expression but he did not speak. The old monk Bu Le suddenly beamed with joy towards Liu Zheng, "Little Taoist monk, your real spiritual eye was already opened beforehand?
The enlightened San Wei screamed out in surprise as if his tail was stepped on. He stared at Liu Zheng as if he was looking at a gorilla, "You... you really did cultivate into the real spiritual eye? You can see this situation from earlier?"
Liu Zheng made a long face as if he was unsure whether to nod or shook his head, "I have a blessed life, I have a blessed life."
If it were not for the monk from the Great Mercy Temple, who opened up the spiritual eye's image, other than a few old cultivators with profound cultivation base, the rest of the people could not see the ghastly situation between the paper talismans and the Sun and Moon's Disasters. The enlightened San Wei was the same.
Meanwhile, Zi Que who was still in the court suddenly spoke, "Sun and Moon's Separation!"
Every disciple of Jilong Sect abruptly stopped chanting the Endless Incantation, but followed their leader and started roaring with all their might, "Sun and Moon's Separation!" The Taoist priest Qing Niao stabbed the huge sword from within his cradle ferociously into the soil! In an instant, the Taoism mass instruments that had only been placed on the ground by the Jilong disciples were all shattered in a bang. Each and every one of the paper talisman, as red as blood, soared into the sky along with the pulverization of Taoism mass instruments, surrounding the enlightened person Zi Que and started spinning rapidly!
The Taoist priest Zi Que slowly stood up and walked towards the Sun's Disaster and the Moon's Disaster. It was as if the hundreds of paper talismans of all sizes were under a high pressure. The talismans pressed onto his body, as heavy as Mount Tai, his already bent body was in an absolutely terrifying twisted posture at this moment. It felt like he could be snapped in two under the immense weight at any time! Every step he took, a loud bang was heard. The loose ground also sunk ferociously under his steps!
In less than dozens of steps, the loose ground had sunken for almost two feet deep!
Zi Que finally walked in front of the Sun's Disaster and the Moon's Disaster. He stretched out his thumbs at an extremely slow pace and pressed towards the pair of treasured weapons. The paper talismans that were spinning around his body nonstop slowly floated away graciously and parted into a pathway. Everyone held their breaths involuntarily, waiting to see whether the Jilong Sect could successfully take back their treasured weapons. No one was certain whether the Sun's Disaster and the Moon's Disaster would erupt or return to his hands obediently, under the enlightened Zi Que's pressing!
At that moment, Wen Leyang still had no idea what just happened. The Moon's Disaster was supposed to chop onto him but the weapon stopped attacking the moment it arrived before him. It even summoned the Sun's Disaster over and spun around Wen Leyang as if engaging in a discussion.
Finally, that pair of thumbs, which were as heavy as a million ton, lightly pressed onto the Moon Disaster's blade. The Sun's Disaster and the Moon's Disaster abruptly erupted in a sad and shrill wail, akin to a poisonous snake with its tail suddenly locked on. The weapons jumped around strenuously in mid-air, yet it could not struggle free from Zi Que's shackles!
Hundreds of pieces of paper talisman that was visible but formless suddenly made a rustling sound of sonic boom and surged into Zi Que's body in a swarm. Following that, the talismans penetrated from his thumbs. When the scarlet blood-like paper talismans surged out of him again, it had already turned into the two shades of green and golden. Each shade plated onto the surface of the weapons, while layers upon layers of paper talismans vanished immediately after a gush of immortal radiance erupted.
Wen Leyang's body swayed once. He seized the moment when Zi Que was being locked down by the Unmovable Sun and Moon's Disasters. Akin to an agile fish, he cruised out with the air influx. However, unexpectedly, when he passed by the Unmovable Sun and Moon's Disasters, the instant before he managed to flash across, the Unmovable Sun and Moon's Disasters simultaneously gave out a metal-like howl. A stretch of pure white signet penetrated from Wen Leyang's chest and dove straight into the Moon's Disaster!
The green-colored paper talismans that were plated by Zi Que onto the Moon's Disaster exploded with a bang. The Moon's Disaster was akin to a suddenly awakened raging snake. It struggled around desperately with a violent humming sound while Zi Que spurted out a mouthful of blood. He used his hands to weighed down the weapons strenuously, and shouted in rage towards those disciples of Jilong Sect who were staring in bewilderment from the edge of the open ground, "Kill him!"
Along with that word, the court abruptly turned into a chaotic mess. Radiance of every color bloomed vigorously akin to fireworks!
Two streaks of green silk surged and rolled into the sky. Each spun around for half a circle and slashed towards Wen Leyang mercilessly! The disciples of Jilong and the disciples of Eyang simultaneously released their flying swords. Even though they each had a different Taoism cultivation method, the wandering dragon power and mannerism of drawing their swords were exactly alike!
As the little demon rabbit Shan Duan took a step forward, he still had the gaze of compassionate for all mankind.
With that one step of his, he reached the sky in a single bound! Shan Duan's figure suddenly appeared in mid-air as he firmly blocked himself in front of the two roaring flying sword. He put his hands together devoutly and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice. His monk robe swelled up in the wind and was crushed into pieces in an instant by the sword's aura. A laughter that was more unpleasant than the ghost's wail and wolf's howl echoed through the sky.
The upper back of Shan Duan's naked body was abruptly stamped with the image of a red-haired, blue-faced, long-tooth Rakshasa with ghost's claws! The sword's aura flashed in the sky, while the Rakshasa tossed its head and wagged its tail vigorously, before crawling out of the demon monk Shan Duan's back in agony. It then gave a sniggering laugh, before brandishing and waving its ghost's claws, tearing the two streaks of sword rainbow into pieces mercilessly! The hundreds of disciples from Jilong and Eyang almost simultaneously gave out a wail. Fresh blood spurted out of their mouths as they tumbled down with a lifeless expression. Their flying swords were destroyed and their primordial energy was gravely injured. These old and young Taoist priests summoned what appeared to be the shocking sword dragons. Nonetheless, before the demon monk Shan Duan's infinite and compassionate smile, those were nothing but two catfishes.
Wen Leyang's senior succession disciple, the old monk Ji Fei, was startled. He turned around and asked Wen Leyang's last junior disciple, the fat monk Shui Jing, who was already staring in bewilderment, "The demon monk Shan Duan has been breeding a ghost on his body?"
The fat monk Shui Jing's face was filled with amazement and admiration. It took him awhile to regain his composure, "Bullshit, that is not a ghost. It's the resemblance of the Rakshasa! The Buddhism magic art, that is cultivated into profound depth, can bound together twenty-eight Buddha's into one's body..."
As the two groups of Taoist disciples were stopped from joining hands to conjure the sword dragons, the sword-bearing enlightened person Qing Niao of Jilong Sect did not speak but suddenly drew out the huge sword that had triggered the Taoism mass earlier. In the instant the huge sword was pulled out from the ground, it had already launched its supernatural power. The spacious loose ground suddenly shook madly. The shining sword's essence tore a crack in the ground that was big enough to swallow a giant elephant. It then slashed vigorously in the direction of Wen Leyang from below the ground.
The crack came with a threatening gesture. The sword's essence was wrapped underneath the ground, like the dazzling aurora in the North Pole, but it appeared to be turning the heaven and the earth upside down! First Brother Xia, who was standing on the edge of the loose ground flipped his hands and procured, out of nowhere, an object with a length of fewer than two feet, with a thickness of only a finger. It was a dark green-colored little spear.
Rather than calling it a little spear, it was better off being described as a fire chopstick. However, First Brother Xia's looked powerful and domineering when he was holding the little spear as if he was holding a stick of majestic looking eighteen-feet snake spear in his hand. He stood on the same spot but he was waving around the little spear with a whooshing sound. His mouth was repeatedly making the sound of 'ho'. The rogue cultivators' cries from witnessing the Rakshasa tearing the sword dragon had yet to cease and they were already gasping in amazement once again right now.
First brother Xia was playing with his spear outside the loose ground when a shadow that was exactly the same as the spear in his hand simultaneously appeared in the loose ground. It was shuttling swiftly on the two sides of the crack, akin to a long needle. It was visible to the naked eyes that it sewed up the crack swiftly that was clamping onto the sword's essence. In the blink of an eye, the loose ground returned to its prior perfection. There was not a strand of sewing trace that was left behind.
After First Brother Xia was done sewing the crack, he clapped his hands once and the little spear disappeared. He laughed towards the sword-bearing enlightened person Qing Niao, that was staggering and retreating nonstop, "You are not allowed to kill Wen Leyang." His smile was easy going, but his gaze was as sharp as a wolf's fangs!
Since the beginning, the sword-bearing enlightened person Qing Niao's cultivation base was already weaker than First Brother Xia's. In addition, his injuries from his prior visit to the Nine Peaks Mountain that had yet to be fully healed. He felt his vital energy and blood was surging around within his body after exertion. His self-protection vitality was also unusual and scattered all of a sudden. Just as he was clenching his teeth in preparation to exert his strength and fought once more, a sudden sorrowful wail echoed next to his ear.
The supreme leader of the Eyang Sect looked up to the sky and cried loudly, "The greatest sorrow is a broken heart!" Soon after that, he clutched at his heart with his hands and made the posture of a person dying of heartbreak, his body curled up like a dried shrimp in agony!
The disciples of the three families of Wen, Miao and Luo, who were standing opposite him, simultaneously felt as if their hearts were being kneaded ferociously by a pair of big hands in metal gloves. The agonizing pain spread from the heart all the way to the brain and limbs!
San Wei witnessed as his own people were continuously defeated. While the old man standing in the middle of the court was too deep to fathom, he simply launched his proudest third wave of cultivation method, the supernatural power of sorrow, the greatest sorrow is a broken heart!
The Eyang Sect's cultivation method paid particular attention to 'Savor all the tastes within the human world'. Whichever supernatural power of happiness, anger, or sorrow was launched, the enlightened person San Wei was completely engrossed in the emotion. His initially radiant face was squeezed with deep wrinkles from the agony. It was unknown whether he took on the character of Dou E or Lady Meng Jiang (Translator's note: The Injustice to Dou E, is a Chinese play written by Guan Hanqing during the Yuan dynasty about an oppressed female character and the Lady Meng Jiang is a story set in the Qin dynasty, when Lady Meng Jiang's husband was pressed into service by imperial officials and sent as corvee labor to build the Great Wall of China. Lady Meng Jiang heard nothing after his departure, so she set out to bring him winter clothes. Unfortunately, by the time she reached the Great Wall, her husband had already died. Hearing the bad news, she wept so bitterly that a part of the Great Wall collapsed, revealing his bones). As he was an awful mess of heartbreak, suddenly the vision before his eyes blurred. The old demon rabbit Bu Le had already stood next to him. His expression was of exasperation from his disappointment in San Wei as he raised his hand and slapped loudly onto San Wei's cheek.
Smack!
The crisp sound startled the entire scene.
The loose ground was a chaotic mess. The battles happened quickly and continuously. The Taoist priest Zi Que was pointing towards Wen Leyang as he shouted the word 'kill'. At first, it was the two groups of Taoist disciples joined their swords into two sword dragons that were torn apart by the little demon rabbit Shan Duan's Rakshasa. Almost at the same time, the sword-bearing enlightened person Qing Niao released his huge sword that burst with the ground-breaking power but was defeated by First Brother Xia's ghastly spear spirit; and finally enlightened San Wei launched the supernatural power of sorrow, which he received a big slap when he was all sorrowful. Three consecutive attacks, that were all powerful and vigorous, were all diminished into nothingness by the Great Mercy Temple and the One Word Palace.
The spectators rogue cultivators first cried out in surprise, then gasped in amazement, and this time they stopped making noises. Everyone opened their eyes wide while Ji Fei and Shui Jing puffed up their chests. Their expressions were full of pride as they laughed and spoke to the rest, "We are very close to this old man here..."
Wen Leyang was still standing rigidly on the same spot at this moment. The Sun's Disaster, the Moon's Disaster, and Zi Que were still stalemated. After the silvery white-colored glow poured into the Moon's Disaster, a streak of wispy black-colored spirit lightly coiled along and bore into the Sun's Disaster that was the size of a fist. Two treasured weapons emitted a beast-like howl, while the paper talismans that were used to seal the weapons by the Jilong Taoist were shattered in layers and disappeared in layers!
This time, the Taoist priest Zi Que risked his old life. He refused to recede into life or death. He was exhausting his entire lifetime's cultivation base in order to reclaim his precious weapons. As Wen Leyang had no idea how to recover the situation, he rather not do anything. To him, this matter was utterly insane. He was only passing through there. Rather than proclaiming him as snatching the treasured weapons with the Taoist priest Zi Que, it made more sense to say that the Taoist priest Zi Que was snatching the treasured weapons and the treasured weapons were snatching him. Who was he supposed to be snatching then?
On the edges of the loose ground, the situation was lively and bustling as well. A village old lad, that was not a well-known figure, was lashing and slapping nonstop onto one of the supreme leaders of the Five Blessings.
Smack! The old demon rabbit slapped again, "You useless little fellow, an excellent set of cultivation method was cultivated by you into a crude imitation, blindly copying others and making oneself look foolish!"
Smack! The third slap, "Who told you that you can smile when you are happy, glare when you are angry and clutch at your chest when you are sad like a fucking woman? Trying to deceive others in a fake manner. You are worse than a child!"
Smack! "You smile when you are happy so what are you going to do when you launch the fourth wave of joy?"
Smack! "The emotions of happiness, anger, sorrow, joy, grief, fear and confusion are the natural moral characters in the human world. At its greatest extent, there is no heaven, no earth, no others and even no oneself! There is only selflessness that leaps out from within the crevice of the bones, from within the internal organs, from within the blood vessel, from within buttocks head hairs nails that makes one forgets oneself completely! Some will turn mad, some will dance and jump about all day long, and some even attack his own heart!"
Smack! "What else do you have to say!"
"Don't keep slapping on the same side..."
Smack! Bu Le changed his slapping onto the other half of San Wei's face, "Savor all the tastes within the human world, let me tell you this, whether it is happiness, anger, sorrow, joy, grief, fear and confusion, in the end, there is nothing but the word 'forget'! The person's natural moral characters will all be forgotten. One will forget about the heaven, forget about the earth and finally forget about himself! There is no such thing as the cultivation of seven tastes supernatural power. Other than 'confusion', the rest of the six words before were all utterly of the same matter! The Taoism cultivation method of Jilong consists of only two waves, the first wave is 'forget', while the second wave is 'confusion'!"
The old demon rabbit Bu Le's words sounded all baffling and confusing in the ears of the outsiders. However, the enlightened San Wei, it was filled with wisdom and enlightenment. The old demon rabbit's each and every word was akin to a thunder that lashed ferociously all the way from his eardrums to the bottom of his heart. He had already cultivated for over a hundred years and had only managed to complete the third wave of the supernatural power of sorrow. There was no way for him to breakthrough to the fourth wave all along and that was because he could never differentiate between happiness and joy. All along San Wei thought that was because he had never savored this kind of taste from the human world, and that was why he always went downhill in search of joyous activities...
The old demon rabbit finally stopped slapping. He looked towards the little supreme leader of Kunlun Sect, Liu Zheng, as he asked in curiosity, "Why did you not join the fight?"
Liu Zheng laughed. He spoke with a little helplessness and a little earnest, "I wanted to be the encore of the show and make a grand move at the end but since you have already made the move, I think that I better don't make a fool of myself then." No one knew if what he said was true, the disciples of Kunlun Sect had always been ambiguous about their standpoint since they ascended the mountain, they appeared to be unwilling to offend either side. In truth, even though everyone regarded them as the good people, they seemed to be acting foolish all along.
Meanwhile, Wen Leyang and the Taoist priest Zi Que's had finally broken free.
As compared to the vigorous battle in the court earlier, the old demon monk that slapped the supreme leader of the Eyang Sect and his thundering shouts, Wen Leyang and the Taoist priest Zi Que's ending appeared ghastly and abrupt! The howling and shaking Double Disasters suddenly quieted down, akin to a thousand-year-old tortoise's breathing. With the sound of a joyous moan, the weapons simultaneously spat out the last piece of signet paper talisman!
The glow slowly roamed about. The initial crystal clear Moon's Disaster turned brighter and brighter and ignited soundlessly in a layer of desolated white-colored flames. A moment later, the white flames on the Moon's Disaster were akin to a dead snake that lost its life abruptly. The flames crackled and dropped onto the ground and tumbled into pieces. The Moon's Disaster turned as pale as a corpse's face. Even under the sunlight, it would not reflect a ray of radiance at all.
The Sun's Disaster, the size of a fist, turned from a lustrous golden color into pure black color all over, it was matte black!
The treasured weapon's size had not changed at all, but the colors turned into a black and a white, the weapons lost all its radiance, just by taking a look one would feel that his gaze became heavier abruptly.
Without its prior extensive sparkle of the immortal mannerism, but added with a gloomy and cold demonic murder intent!
The Double Disasters moved slightly and broke away from Zi Que's thumbs without exerting an ounce of strength. The weapons surrounded Zi Que and Wen Leyang as it spun around once soundlessly, before vanishing into thin air!
Zi Que watched helplessly as the Double Disasters disappeared. He was immediately seized with panic. There was no more master Taoism cultivator's indifferent and prideful manner. His old face was covered in cold sweat, his hands repeatedly tried to urge the magic spell. His efforts to summon the treasured weapons were futile. After he bustled for a long while, he finally half a muffled humphs before he fell over. Inclusive of Qing Niao, Huang He and the other master cultivators, all of Jilong Taoist disciples were severely injured but the moment they saw their supreme leader fell over, all of them cried out in surprise as they struggled over to surround Zi Que.
The Taoist priest San Wei, who was on friendly terms with Zi Que, frowned as he tried to ponder on the old demon rabbit Bu Le's words. He completely forgot about the incident that was taking place in the middle of the court.
A pair of Taoism treasured weapons that once inspired awe all over the world just disappeared without a trace.
Wen Leyang had already floated and retreated back to the side of his four family elders. He stretched out his hand and plucked off the jade knife hanging under his neck and passed it back to the old demon rabbit Bu Le. He spoke in a low tone, "It was this object here that took away the Unmovable Sun and Moon's Disasters..."
Before Wen Leyang could complete his sentence, suddenly a stiff voice was heard. Akin to two wooden stakes, the voice forcefully rammed into his eardrums, "What do you mean by the Unmovable Sun and Moon's Disasters, that pair of precious weapons is named the 'Yin's Error', 'Yang's Mistake'!"
The Moon's blade was ghastly pale, it stood for Yin's Error, while the Sun's blade was matte black, it stood for Yang's Mistake!
Wen Leyang was horrified, his gaze stared straight into the jade knife within the old demon rabbit's hands. The voice came right out from the jade knife.
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