it into a transaction. Once this was settled, they would each owe nothing to the other.Good fortune is not that easy to come by.At his own cultivation level, he was of no value whatsoever to a master...The red star descends.

A scorching wind howled, warping the void.

With a wave of his hand, the old Taoist suddenly flicked his dust whisk. It flew through the air like a sword, pointing diagonally upwards.

The golden light on the battlefield was stirred by the dust, surging like golden waves.

'Crack!'

Dust motes exploded, yet they weren't chaotic. Thousands of silver threads formed an incredibly complex rune, and golden light frantically converged towards the front end of the dust cloud.

A golden talisman condensed before the dust, the talisman paper shone brightly, thin as a cicada's wing, light as water.

The charm was nearly ten feet long, like a golden staff standing upright in mid-air. Its surface was devoid of any words but instead covered in intricate golden runes, more complex than any the old Taoist priest had used before.

As golden light flowed, a golden talisman rose, moving swiftly yet gracefully, meeting the meteor from outside heaven. In a flash, it appeared before the meteorite.

The meteorite was enormous, and the flames surrounding it formed an even larger fireball. Compared to this, the gold talisman seemed incredibly tiny and insignificant.

But the moment it came into contact with the golden talisman, the meteorite's momentum abruptly halted, its speed plummeting.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze. The fireball collided with a solid barrier, sinking deeply into the front.

The golden amulet sank into the fireball, seeming thin and fragile yet causing the flames to recede.

In the midst of chaotic flames, the golden talisman shone brilliantly, piercing through layers of fire. In the end, it even penetrated the fireball and imprinted itself upon the meteorite within.

“Boom!”

Meteorite tremors.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Flames of red fire surged uncontrolled, shooting out from the fireball in all directions.

A golden talisman adhered to the meteorite's surface. It appeared as a tiny inscription, light as a feather, yet it seemed to possess immense divine power. With its descent, the massive meteorite trembled violently and remained suspended in mid-air.

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Immediately, the golden decree erupted with even more intense golden light. The golden light, like a blade, stirred the firestorm and pierced through the meteorite's interior.

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Click! Click!

The meteorite trembled wildly, struck by the golden talisman and cracking with fissures. The fissures intersected around the talisman, forming even larger cracks that spread in all directions.

The surface of the meteorite is crisscrossed with grooves and holes.

The next moment, the other side of the meteorite was also torn apart, and golden light seeped out.

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In the blink of an eye, the meteorite was pierced by the golden talisman's power, from the inside out, covered in gold light.

'Boom!'

Thunderous roars shook the battlefield.

A burst of crimson light erupted, blindingly bright. Fragments of the meteorite shot out with flames, resembling fireworks in their display. The sight was breathtakingly beautiful, yet a wave of incredible energy radiated outward with it.

A meteorite was actually torn apart by a golden talisman!

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All spectators were shocked, the demon cultivators were terrified, and the cultivators rejoiced.

Two demonic king figures grunted in displeasure, retreating several zhang, their figures disheveled and their qi chaotic.

The meteors were summoned by them, powered by their Dharmic energy from an external realm. Connected to the Dharmic energy, once the meteors are destroyed, they inevitably suffer backlash.

The Tujia Dragon was pacing restlessly, its long tail whipping back and forth. The Fire Spirit, meanwhile, stared intently at the Twenty-Four Heavens Prison Diagram.

This artifact is damaged and far from comparable to the legendary Sky Prison. The strength of the ghost soldiers and spirit symbols is limited. In past battles, there were often figures like great immortals and demon kings, so I didn't think Yintian Palace was very powerful. It wasn't until he cut down cultivators that he realized the power of this artifact.

The meteorite shattered, the Demon King was disheartened.

On the side of the Daoist sect, their aura surged. The old Daoist priest, brandishing a golden talisman, pointed his whisk forward with the momentum of his strike.

The three great immortals had already taken to the celestial platform, surpassing the old Taoist priest. Other immortals and soldiers followed suit, forming an array of three divisions, with the three great immortals leading the charge against the enemy.

The old Taoist is still the core of the battlefield, with tactics like finger gestures, footwork, talismans, and summoning spirits...

Its scholarship is profound and reaches beyond the human realm, relying on fragmented images to manifest a myriad of supernatural abilities that are astonishing to behold.

At this moment, the golden battle formation's front end protruded with three sharp peaks, resembling three golden arrows, advancing together under the leadership of the three great real people. Their offensive was like a tide, unstoppable!

On the other hand, the demon lords of the ghost nation were struck by the meteor shower, their morale shattered. Even the demon kings seemed terrified by the power of the Twenty-Four Heavenly Prisons Diagram, hesitating to respond effectively. This led to widespread panic and disarray, with everyone acting for themselves like a scattered pile of sand.

Even the majestic form of a demon king with the body of a scorpion and the head of a lion didn't advance but rather retreated. As it retreated, a wave of green mist surged forward.

The green mist is highly poisonous and was originally the scorpion's magical power.

During the previous battle, he secretly released poison, but before it could take effect, he was struck back by the old Taoist priest's whisk.

Facing its own toxic mist, the scorpion was afraid to meet it head-on, because the mist contained the might of the talisman god.

'Brush! Brush! Brush!'

The scorpion's tail whipped rapidly, sending streaks of light that dispersed the poisonous mist.

Similar situations have occurred within the demon formation.

With the rise and fall of forces, the demonic formations were in disarray. The Taoist sect's momentum was like a rainbow, ready to seize the opportunity and charge into the enemy ranks, breaking through their defenses and advancing towards the auspicious cloud.

At this point, the white-clothed Demon King finally made a move. He seemed to only now be aware of the changes in the battle behind him, slowly turning around.

The battlefield lay before him, but the White-Robed Demon King remained unmoved, his eyes devoid of emotion.

Casting a glance at the old Taoist priest and the others, the white-clad demon king slightly raised his head and let out a sigh filled with emotion: "Twenty-four Heavens of Hell…"

There was no panic on the white-clothed Demon King's face, but rather an eerie and unfathomable expression.

A sudden unease gripped Zhu Zhen's heart, though he couldn't pinpoint the source of his discomfort.

The demonic array's flames were extinguished. It was already too late to regroup, and the demons' expressions seemed genuine; there were no traces of a trap to be seen.

There was no particular fluctuation in the White-Clothed Demon King's body.

All signs point to them having the upper hand, yet for some reason, an unsettling feeling grows stronger within me.

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Suddenly, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of the White-robed Demon King's mouth. He raised his hand and beckoned to someone behind him.

The tremor in the auspicious clouds abruptly ceased.

The auspicious cloud vortex suddenly stopped spinning, and the swirling five-colored clouds dissipated immediately. A beam of light flew from the vortex into the hands of the white-robed demon king, it was the half decree.

The passage to the divine court has vanished.

The White-robed Demon King held the imperial decree, his gaze coldly swept across the battlefield, and gripped it tightly.

'Slap!'

The imperial edict shattered at the sound.

The sound of shattering was not loud, but to Zhu Zhen's ears it was like thunder, causing their hearts to skip a beat.

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The old Taoist priest hurriedly looked at the other half of the imperial edict hovering beside him, and found that it was also covered in cracks.

At the same time, four streaks of escaping light flew out from the demon formation, including three demon king figures, with the Earth Armor Dragon among them.

Three statues were arranged, with an unremarkable-looking young man in the middle. Despite only possessing the cultivation level of a demon marquis, he was protected by three demon kings.

The young man, his face full of anxiety, flew to the side of the white-robed Demon King and took out a gray cloth pouch from his bosom. He opened the pouch's prohibition, and immediately a beam of purple light shot out, landing before the white-robed Demon King.

“Young Hou, you have fulfilled your duty,” the youth let out a long breath and bowed, stepping back. His expression was filled with excitement.

A purple mist swirled, revealing a large purple drum. It had no drumstick, but golden threads wrapped around its waist, outlining strange and exotic beast shapes.

"Roar!"

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Suddenly, a tiger's roar.

The White-clad Demon King's first manifestation of his Dharma form was a ferocious and malevolent white tiger, which leaped and merged into the White-clad Demon King's body.

Only to see him raise his right hand, a purple seal appeared on the palm of his hand, purple light like tide, converging towards his palm, transforming into a purple drum mallet.

The drumhead crackles with violet electricity, an otherworldly spectacle.

After forging this drum stick, the White-Robed Demon King's face turned ashen and bloodless, clearly exhausted from the exertion.

“Strike the Demonic Drum!”

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Upon seeing the purple drum, the old Daoist's face completely changed.

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The three great masters and some well-informed masters were also astonished, exclaiming in surprise.

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The Ming Yao Drum is the most treasured artifact of the Ghost Kingdom, without a doubt.

Even Zhenbao and Houttian Lingbao, in the eyes of the demon cultivators of the Ghost Nation, are far inferior to this treasure.

The existence of the ghost nation has a great deal to do with this treasure.

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Though none of the living present had ever witnessed the might of the Ming Yao Drum firsthand, they had all heard tales of its power.

Legend has it that once the spirit drum is struck, its sound spreads across ten thousand miles in an instant.

When the drum beats spread to the Evil Source, the ferocious beasts and malevolent spirits dwelling in its depths would go mad, drawn in by the spiritual drum's allure.

It is said that drum sounds can attract ferocious beasts and malevolent spirits comparable in strength to the Great Sage, or even more terrifying beings!

The source of suffering, the sea of suffering, boundless and endless, more dangerous than imagined.

These ferocious creatures instinctively detest the fluctuations of Buddhist power. The higher their strength, the more sensitive they are to it. Unless provoked, they generally won't approach willingly.

But once driven mad by the drums, rushing into the Four Treatments, the consequences are unimaginable.

Fortunately, the ghost nation cannot fully control these ferocious ghosts and monsters.

The Great Sage himself taking action carries the risk of backlash. If things go awry, he could be trampled by the ferocious beasts before he even destroys the enemy, resulting in a loss that outweighs any gains. Therefore, he hesitates to strike the spirit drum lightly.

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However, when the other party's nation reaches a point of life or death, they will inevitably do everything in their power to summon ferocious beasts, destroy the four realms, and perish alongside the Taoist school.

With the terrifying sound of the Demon Drum as a deterrent, the Taoist sect dared not push the Ghost Nation to this point.

For this reason, the Daoist sect in this realm held a monopoly on the two governing bodies for many years. Their strength was always above that of the Ghost Realm nation. Even at their peak, they were unable to destroy the Ghost Realm nation.

The sounding drum of the demon summoning can be considered a national treasure, always treasured in the Grand Saint Mansion, with heavy protection.

Once this treasure is lost, the life and death of the Ghost Fang Kingdom will be controlled by the hands of the Daoist sect.

At this very moment, they dare to bring the Demon-Summoning Drum into the Devil's Abyss!

The White-clad Demon King was contorted with rage, his hands raised high with a drum mallet, bringing it down with force.

‘Bong!’

The White-robed Demon King's drum mallet vanished, as if he had exhausted all his power. He was drenched in sweat, trembling all over, and his frail state was hard to conceal.

The drum face burst forth with a thick purple light, stinging the eyes of all those present.

The drum sound was distant and resonant.

>Transmitted to the battlefield, piercing through layers of illusions, it reached the ears of Qin Sang and Zuo Zhenren, as well as everyone else at the altar.

Even the great immortals and demon kings outside the arena heard the drums.

These events happened almost simultaneously. The drumbeat continued to spread throughout the Abyssal Origin, instantly reaching across vast distances and deep into its core.

'Bang!'

Another demon king took over from the white-clad demon king, struck the second drum, and then a third demon king stepped forward...

A towering mountain range.

The mountain resembled black iron, its surface of dark rocks bare of vegetation or the shadow of any ferocious beasts.

The mountains were steep and towering, reaching into the clouds. Approaching this mountain, one would feel a sense of immense oppression.

Intimidation brings fear from the depths of one's being, to the extent that even ferocious beasts dare not approach.

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On the summit, there is a large platform with a depression in its center.

Suddenly, a sharp shriek pierced through the mountains, brimming with endless rage. Outside the mountain, chaos ensued, and countless ferocious beasts scattered in panic.

"Shriek!"

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The shrill cries pierced the heavens, drowning out even the drums.

The next moment, the entire mountain range was shrouded in a massive shadow. Above the heavens, only a pair of black wings could be seen, covering the sky like a celestial cloud.

At the same time, in another direction deep within the cursed land, a vast plain stretched as far as the eye could see.

When the drums reached here, a deafening explosion occurred in the center of the plain.

A surge of earth rose to a height of ten thousand meters, and on the plain a bottomless chasm appeared.

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The roar was like thunder, shaking the heavens and earth.

With no sign of the beast, a gray lightning bolt shot out from the giant pit, ripping through the void.

Where the lightning struck, it left behind a series of winding streaks in the void. Countless flashes filled the emptiness, painting the heavens as if a celestial map of thunder was being drawn, tearing the very sky asunder.

This is a test.

Occasionally, a bolt of lightning strikes the ground, capable of easily destroying a mountain and obliterating all life within it.

The screams and roars shook the Abyssal Plain, and even the army outside the Altar could hear it.

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All the cultivators turned their gazes towards the depths of Nieyuan, and in their vision, the auspicious clouds above the altar became even more brilliant, like a rainbow.

Behind the auspicious clouds was the deep sky, where there existed something that filled them with fear.

Even the Great Master and the Demon King, upon hearing the sound, couldn't help but tremble in their hearts. It seemed they had already sensed that terrifying aura of ferocity, all looking aghast.

Inside the court.

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Qin Sang still didn't understand. He didn't know what the sounding of the drum meant, nor did he know anything about the Ming Yao Gu.

Zuo Zhuren apparently had no intention of explaining himself.

However, seeing Zuo Zhenren's expression, Qin Sang understood that something unfavorable to the Daoist sect must have happened.

Three drums sounded, and Qin Sang suddenly frowned. He vaguely heard the cries and roars.

The sound came from outside the tribunal, not loud, but it startled him. It was as if something terribly frightening was approaching.

On the side, the left man named Zuo suddenly raised his head, his expression even more shocked and angry, making Qin Sang understand that this was not an illusion.

Deep within the altar.

The Daoist warriors fought frantically, but they were too late to stop the Demon King from striking the Demonic Drum.

The scholar in white was pale and weak, but his eyes were greedily fixed on the Twenty-Four Heavens Prison Diagram.

At this moment, the quick-witted human had a subtle realization.

There is no such thing as a Divine Court emerging!

Everything is a lie, it's a trap set by the ghost nation. They used that unusual commotion during the imperial ceremony to lay their plan for a hundred years, step by step luring the Daoist sect into the game, all for today!

Then, what is the goal of the Ghost Country

The old Taoist suddenly raised his head.

Twenty-four days of prison suffering!

The Ghost Clan intends to seize the Twenty-Four Heavens Prison Diagram!

In ancient times, the Heavenly Master of Later Soil founded Shintoism and forged twenty-four heavens as prisons. This treasure is the origin of Shintoism.

If the ghost country really wants to reenact Shinto, referring to the remaining pictures would be very significant for them.

However, this treasure has always been hidden in He Ming Mountain, protected by the Yin Tian Palace sect formation. The Dao Court can provide support at any time, so it's not that easy to steal.

Once the remnant image leaves the Yintian Palace and even enters the Asura Realm, it becomes much easier. Here, one can strike the Ming Yao drum with fewer scruples.

The old Taoist instantly understood the reason. His arms trembled as he gripped his whisk, desperately wanting to put away the broken picture.

Niyuan and Gokana-mura border each other.

When the imperial decree was shattered, the wind and clouds here suddenly surged.

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Dark clouds covered the sky, spreading rapidly towards Guts' shrine. They crossed the vast wasteland in an instant, with faint golden light shining like scales within them.

The massive army outside the court suddenly felt a darkening sky. They looked up and saw black clouds covering the east, accompanied by thunder and lightning, rumbling towards them.

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