Chapter 72

As the focal point of the array gradually came into view, the mist began to thin, the sky turned clear and blue, the distant mountains were tinged with green, and a gentle breeze brought warmth. The clear, azure sky was cloudless, as clear as jade. A middle-aged man sat cross-legged in front, his legs crossed, floating on a cloud that supported his body, suspended in the air. He lowered his head, his lips moving silently, reciting something mysterious. His jet-black hair, unbound, fell over his shoulders, and his eyes gleamed with a sudden burst of divine light. He raised his head and stared at Yang Qifeng, who was walking out. His eyes were piercing, and a golden light emanated from his body, making him appear exceptionally sacred. In the mist, Yang Qifeng looked at the man in front of him, who was also looking back at him.

"Hmm, this isn't his true appearance," Yang Qifeng stared at the middle-aged man, his eyes flashing with suspicion. He stood quietly in the mist, stopping his steps.

"The aura is so familiar. This is the simplified version of the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang, slightly different from what I practice. He has taken the most simplified version, which cannot enhance the body,"

"You are not wrong. This is indeed the simplified version of the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang, which only includes transformation techniques. This is a deviation. The Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang are incredibly powerful, with accompanying abilities like the Manifestation of the World, three heads and six arms, all of which are top-tier powerful techniques,"

"Abandoning these techniques and practicing separately, it is impossible to achieve any significant success," the tone of the Dry Blue Demon God was quite desolate, thinking about the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang that he and others had created. This body-strengthening technique, accompanied by physical combat abilities, made one incredibly powerful after mastery, dominating the world. Now, it had degenerated into mere transformation techniques, which pained him deeply.

"Back then, the least important aspect of the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang was the transformation technique. The Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang are divided into six levels, each level consisting of six transformations. Completing each level allows one to comprehend a powerful technique. A fully mastered Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang will grant six powerful techniques. This is an incredibly powerful technique, now reduced to a third-rate one,"

"This is inevitable. The Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang are too powerful and too perfect, which is why they have ended up in this situation, unable to be truly mastered," Yang Qifeng quickly communicated with the Dry Blue Demon God using his divine consciousness.

"Yes, being too perfect invites the envy of heaven. There is no such thing as a perfect technique in the world. The more perfect and powerful a technique, the less it can be widely promoted," the Dry Blue Demon God agreed with Yang Qifeng.

"Let's not talk about this. The fact that you can recognize that this person is using the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang shows that your understanding of it has deepened,"

"Can the Demon God see through his true form?"

"Of course. Come to think of it, the person in front is actually someone you know," the Dry Blue Demon God said.

"Someone I know?"

"Yes, you have met him before."

"Could it be the False Mountain God?" Yang Qifeng suddenly realized.

In the Great Marsh Mountains, there were not many people he could call acquaintances. Since coming to the Great Marsh Mountains, Yang Qifeng had always lived a secluded life. He had seen many demons, but only a few were truly significant. Therefore, he quickly narrowed down his target and analyzed it. Among those with divine power, Yang Qifeng only knew three: the Great Marsh Mountain God, the Great Marsh Land God, and the False Mountain God. The Great Marsh Land God was currently entangled with the Great Marsh Demon General, and the Great Marsh Mountain God was clearly not this person, leaving only the False Mountain God.

"Yes, it's him."

"This guy, as expected, has no good intentions, hiding among the Great Marsh Land God's group," his eyes were sharp, staring at the front. While communicating with the Dry Blue Demon God through his divine consciousness, Yang Qifeng was considering something. The last time he encountered the False Mountain God's ambush, the Dry Blue Demon God should have been in a deep sleep. However, the Dry Blue Demon God now seemed to know everything, suggesting either that he was not in a deep sleep or that he had a way to monitor him. Shaking his head to dispel this thought, Yang Qifeng still needed the Dry Blue Demon God, despite the unpleasant feeling of being monitored.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Qifeng saw that the False Mountain God did not move, not falling for any tricks. To gain an opportunity to destroy the focal point of the array, Yang Qifeng had no choice but to hold the black knife and step out of the mist, clearly seeing the person in the distance, his expression cold, with a large flag planted behind him, fluttering in the wind, as red as blood.

Without any hesitation or hesitation, the black knife moved like a dragon, and the flames surged like waves, one after another, sweeping in all directions. Slightly surprised, due to the mist affecting his vision, the False Mountain God did not recognize Yang Qifeng at first. When he saw Yang Qifeng step out, his face showed a hint of surprise, but his actions were quick.

He stood up, and colorful clouds rose beneath his feet, alternating in red, yellow, and blue, shining brightly. He opened his mouth and let out a shout.

"Ha!"

A deep yellow gas spewed out, moving at an incredible speed, as fast as lightning, shooting straight toward Yang Qifeng's face. The yellow gas was too fast, leaving no room for evasion. Instantly, stars appeared before his eyes, his vision blurred, and his body became unsteady. His soul was agitated, and his three souls and seven spirits were unstable, showing signs of dispersing.

"Wake up!"

A roar like thunder echoed in Yang Qifeng's mind, making his eyes, which were dazed, quickly clear. The black knife in his hand moved like lightning, and the half-completed sword stroke was reversed, executing the "Midday Sun" technique.

This time, Yang Qifeng held nothing back, using his most powerful move. The first technique of the Great Sun Sword Method, "Rising Sun," evolved into three moves, each stronger than the last, with the third move almost reaching the level of "Rising Sun." He had already crossed half the threshold, which could be called a semi-immortal sword technique. The sword technique was hot and fierce, like the blazing sun at noon, overwhelming and unstoppable. Sunlight shone, and flames spread in all directions. This move was a ranged attack, clearly intended to force the opponent to retreat and prevent them from getting close.

The opponent quickly retreated, opening his mouth and baring his teeth, "Ha!" Another yellow gas spewed out. Yang Qifeng's eyes were about to burst, transforming into a long rainbow and barely dodging.

"Hmph!"

Two gases spewed from his acupoints, and a sound like a great bell echoed in the world, a ranged attack that could not be avoided. Yang Qifeng was hit again, his body stiffening, his head dizzy, and his soul, which had just stabilized, becoming unstable once more. He broke free from the rainbow, and two white lights shot straight at him, aiming to take his life.