Chapter 300: Catch the opponent blocking the road
I always feel like I owe this world something inexplicably wrong.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Yun Yixianweng's behavior is stupid and ridiculous.

But isn’t this the kind of people who are willing to risk their lives for their ideals that this world needs?

Their existence prevents this chaotic world from falling into complete darkness and brings a glimmer of hope to the world.

Everyone laughs at them for being silly and naive, but everyone hopes that there can be more people like Yun Yixianweng in this world.

With them, the world will not completely lose hope.

The old ghost in the underworld sighed softly, knowing that it was useless to say more, and the only way to determine the winner was by strength.

He moved his body and attacked Yun Yixianweng like a ghost, with black mist swirling in his palm, which was his unique skill "Netherworld Sky Evil Qi".

Facing the fierce attack, Immortal Yun Yi showed no fear.

He took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, and chanted: "Spirit of heaven and earth, listen to my command, Qiankun is the symbol, and Jingwei is the guide!"

As the spell fell, the talisman in his hand suddenly lit up and turned into a golden light flying towards the old ghost in the underworld.

The old ghost from the underworld sneered, and with a flash of his body, he avoided the restraint of the talisman and launched a more fierce attack.

His "ghostly evil spirit" looked particularly strange in the dark night, as if it could devour all light.

Yun Yixianweng was unmoved and chanted the spell again: "The sun, moon and stars are at my disposal. The power of the spell protects me!"

A new talisman flew out from his hand, meeting the attack of the old ghost from the underworld.

In the night sky, the talisman and the "Netherworld Evil Spirit" collided violently, making a deafening roar.

Immortal Yun Yi's figure was elusive, and he dodged the attack of the old ghost from the underworld like flowing clouds and water.

At the same time, he pinched his hands and talismans flew out from his hands, turning into golden chains and wrapping around the old ghost in the underworld.

The old ghost from the underworld sneered, and with a flash of his body, he easily avoided the restraint of the talisman.

His body was as fast as lightning and he launched another fierce attack on Immortal Yun Yi.

Immortal Yun Yi remained unmoved. His body was as fast as the wind, dodging the attacks of the old ghost from the underworld in an erratic manner.

At the same time, the "Qiankun Talisman Scripture" in his hand was activated again.

One after another, the talismans covered the old ghost in the underworld like a dragnet.

The two fought dozens of rounds in the night sky, and each attack was extremely thrilling.

The "ghostly evil spirit" of the old ghost of the underworld is strange and unpredictable.

But Yun Yixianweng's "Qian Kun Fu Jing" can always cleverly resolve his attacks.

"Old ghost, your 'Netherworld Sky Evil Qi' is indeed worthy of its reputation."

While dodging the attack, Immortal Yun Yi did not forget to praise his opponent.

At the same time, when Master Xuan Jing and Immortal Yun Yi were stopped by someone.

Si Ruokong, who also rushed to Zixia Mountain, also met his opponent.

Three old monsters who emerged from the Hundred Schools of Thought stood like shadows across his path.

These three men all have white hair, but they are in good spirits. They wear simple long robes that flutter gently in the breeze, and they look like wise men walking out of the dusty historical scroll.

Among them, two old men in the late stage of celestial being had eyes as deep as the sea, and their every move seemed to contain the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.

It was as if he had become one with heaven and earth, reaching the pinnacle of martial arts.

"Zuo Qiuming of the Yin-Yang School, nice to meet you, Fellow Daoist Si."

The first old man stroked his long beard and his voice was as loud as a bell. The "Tai Chi Xuan Dao" he practiced could harmonize yin and yang, transform strength into softness, and overcome hardness with softness.

"Gongsun Hong of the Mohist school, nice to meet you."

The second old man bowed and saluted. His "universal love and non-aggression sword method" integrated the Mohist thought, and was both offensive and defensive, making it impeccable.

"Han Duanbo, the military strategist, is willing to learn a few moves from you, the ancestor."

The last old man in the middle stage of the celestial being smiled slightly.

"Philosophers?"

"You guys are involved too?"

"They are indeed a bunch of traitors!"

Si Ruokong stopped and a hint of coldness flashed across his brows.

The three old men in front of him just smiled indifferently and didn't care about Si Ruokong's accusations.

They stand tall like pine trees and cypresses, exuding an otherworldly aura.

"Fellow Taoist Si, your words are serious."

"We are just following the will of heaven and serving our respective masters."

Zuo Qiuming stroked his beard lightly, not taking it as an offense. "Everything in the world has its own way."

"Everything we do is destined."

Gongsun Hong also chimed in.

"Were you sent by that little bastard, the Night King?"

There was a hint of coldness between Si Ruokong's brows, and his voice seemed to penetrate a thousand years of ice.

"Yes and no."

Zuo Qiuming, Gongsun Hong and Han Duanbo looked at each other, and finally Zuo Qiuming responded.

The three of them did come to help the Night King this time, but they did not bet on the Night King.

He was only responsible for stopping Si Ruokong, the strongest man from Daqian in Yuzhou.

"The Night King has ambitions for the world, and his ambitions are commendable. However, although we, the various schools of thought, have our own battles, we also have some insight into the general trend of the world."

"The Night King's path is not the only choice. We are just following the trend of the times and seeking a glimmer of hope for the world."

Gongsun Hong continued.

"Ancestor Si, you are the ancestor of the Daqian royal family. You naturally have a more thorough understanding of the world's situation than we do."

"Although the Night King has great ambitions, the affairs of the world cannot be accomplished by one person alone."

"We are willing to lend him a helping hand, but we won't put all our trust in him."

Han Duanbo also added.

"Humph, what a way to adapt to the times! You, the various schools of thought, have always been good at changing your stance according to the situation. This time you are helping the Night King simply because you see some benefit in him."

"That sounds so nice!"

Si Ruokong couldn't help but sneer when he heard this.

Zuo Qiuming and others remained expressionless upon hearing this.

"Friend Si Dao is absolutely right."

"However, the general trend of the world is a gamble."

"Since we have chosen to bet, we are ready to win or lose."

"If the Night King can succeed, it will be good; if he cannot, it is just fate."

Gongsun Hong smiled indifferently.

"Humph! If we don't share the same ideals, we can't work together."

Si Ruokong sneered coldly, his brows full of disdain and determination.

"A bunch of traitors, how dare you speak so righteously!"

His voice was like the north wind in winter, cold and sharp.

After saying that, Si Ruokong moved like an arrow shot from a bow, heading straight for the three people opposite him.

The "Qiankun Dragon Roar Palm" in his hand is ready to be used.

A faint dragon roar sounded from the palm of his hand, as if a real dragon was about to break through the air.

Faced with such power, Zuo Qiuming, Gongsun Hong and Han Duanbo looked solemn.

They knew very well that no one of them could be Si Ruokong's match if they fought alone.

This ancestor of the Daqian royal family, who has been famous for a hundred years, has unfathomable strength and is by no means an ordinary person.

Therefore, the three of them decided to join forces to stop Si Ruokong.

Otherwise, he would come here alone and face the furious Si Ruokong.

I'm afraid none of them can stand it.

They each used their internal strength to prepare to work together to resist Si Ruokong's fierce attack.

Zuo Qiuming's figure was elusive, and he wandered around Si Ruokong like a ghost, trying to distract his attention.

Gongsun Hong tightly grasped the ink-black long sword, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Si Ruokong, looking for a flaw.

The three of them cooperated perfectly, as if they were one.

Although their moves were different, each one was perfectly coordinated with the movements of the other two.

However, Si Ruokong's "Qiankun Dragon Roar Palm" had already arrived.

The palm wind was as strong as a dragon, deafening.

(End of this chapter)