Xiong Chumo stood in front of the Divine Light and gripped the phoenix's throat mercilessly. The scorching Taoism Temple echoed with shrill cries. The cries were getting louder, angrier, and more painful.
The phoenix struggled angrily!
Countless blazing white streams of light peeled off from its body and fell to the ground, igniting a sea of fire. That austere sword essence, hidden in its body, was constantly exploding!
Xiong Chumo's face suddenly turned pale, but his expression was still indifferent. His short and skinny body became as majestic and powerful as a god under the support of the majestic power.
Many people could not understand Xiong Chumo's power, such as Ye Hongyu. Since the title of the Hierarch of the Divine Halls of West-Hill could not give a cultivator innately powerful, then where did his power come from? How could this wretched and disgusting dwarf have a state above the Five States? Just because he was Haotian's dog?
Some people tried to come up with an answer, but it was all speculation. Xiong Chumo was still standing behind the light screen. He was so powerful that he gripped fate and the phoenix's throat. It was unfair that he continued to be invincible.
Xiong Chumo's huge palm moved forward. The night sky above Peach Mountain seemed to move closer to the ground with his movement. An unimaginably powerful force slapped down.
The Flamephoenix let out a mournful cry and its feathers scattered in all directions. The peerless sword intent that shot out from its body was unable to resist the pressure of the night sky and shattered into countless pieces!
The sword style was smashed by Xiong Chumo's palm! Countless pieces of sword intent shot out and landed on Ye Hongyu's body. Countless tears appeared on her blood-red Robe of Judgment, and blood seeped out from within.
That was the horrifying backfire.
Ye Hongyu looked pale. The stars in her eyes were fading away at a faster speed.
Her red right sleeve turned into nothingness under the power of Tianqi, revealing her jade-like wrist. The sword style was gone, but she was still holding the sword in her hand.
Her black hair danced in the wind like a waterfall under the strong wind.
She looked at Xiong Chumo with emotionless and soulless eyes.
Her soul was burning, her life was burning, and the blood that flowed out of the countless wounds on her body was burning. She used the Divine Arts of the Western Tomb to burn her body and soul into a pure and holy divine light.
She wanted to hug Xiong Chumo.
Unlike the humiliating hug many years ago, her hug had no other meaning. It was not fanatical, not cold, just calm, a calm invitation to die with him.
Looking at the burning Ye Hongyu, Xiong Chumo's pupils constricted as he sensed the hidden horror.
His body began to tremble, and his face became even paler. A thunderous roar burst out from his lips!
"Heavenly Beheading!"
He was the master of the West-Hill Divine Palace, and his voice was like thunder.
In the middle of the night on the Peach Mountain, thunder boomed through the peaks and valleys, waking up the hibernating creatures under the earth and startling the thick clouds that no longer squeezed out snowflakes. Then it arrived at the unknown Divine Kingdom in the depths of the night.
The night sky slowly pressed down on the ground.
The overwhelming and unstoppable power in the Divine Hall of Judgment became clearer and more direct.
Xiong Chumo's palm finally broke Ye Hongyu's remaining sword style and the holy flame. His palm landed on her shoulder and pressed on her!
There was a muffled sound.
The cloth on Ye Hongyu's right shoulder was torn to shreds, revealing her bare skin.
Her shoulder still exuded a fresh fragrance amidst the blazing flames and terrifying power.
Her bare shoulders were a perfect contrast between holiness and terror. It was very alluring.
Xiong Chumo's palm landed on her shoulder.
In an instant, he recalled a lot of things. His eyes changed slightly, and his pupils became deeper like a bean. Like a bean oil lamp, he felt a bit gloomy, satisfied, greedy, and regretful.
She died as soon as the palm landed.
Even if she was Ye Hongyu, she would definitely die after being hit by Haotian's power.
The only thing that puzzled Xiong Chumo was that her eyes were still so indifferent.
Could she be so obsessed with cultivation that she could ignore life and death?
The next moment, Xiong Chumo realized why Ye Hongyu was so calm.
Because she would not let his palm fall on her body as easily as he did years ago.
There was a wound on her right shoulder. Just like other parts of her body, it was dripping with blood. The Gown of Judgment was torn. However, under the blood, deep in the wound, there was a golden thread shining.
This golden thread was the biggest difference between her and ordinary cultivators. There were countless powerhouses in the cultivation world, but she and Ning Que were the real exceptions. They were the real ruthless ones.
She was obsessed with cultivation. She was not crazy enough to ignore life and death, but she was crazy enough to turn her body into a sword. That was her real Taoist Sword.
The Gown of Judgment was torn.
The scabbard was cracked.
She, the sword, was officially unsheathed.
The golden thread bounced up and danced gracefully. It landed on Xiong Chumo's palm softly.
Compared to the giant palm, the golden thread was softer than the thinnest barnyard grass in autumn.
But it was her natal life. It was tougher than the sharpest sword, unbreakable and indestructible.
With a slight sound, a thin red line appeared on Xiong Chumo's index finger that was about to touch her shoulder. Blood flowed out from the line. Then the white bone was broken.
Xiong Chumo's index finger fell off the branch like a ripe fruit.
Xiong Chumo's face turned extremely pale. There was endless pain in the depths of his eyes.
His thin face was filled with endless anger.
Then, he became calm again.
He kept pressing his palm down expressionlessly.
Even if all his fingers were broken and his entire palm fell off, he would still slap Ye Hongyu to death!
Because this was the best chance.
However, Ye Hongyu would not give him another chance.
Ye Hongyu closed her eyes.
Then, she withdrew all her sword style.
The torn Gown of Judgment rolled up like a withered leaf and wrapped her body.
Not a single trace of sword style leaked out.
Even her vitality was gone.
Just a moment ago, she was like a sword, but now, she had turned into an ignorant and stubborn rock.
Just like the moss-covered stones at the bottom of the Ming Lake outside the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine many years ago.
There were two sword marks on those stones.
Many years ago, those marks were made by Ke Haoran.
Later, some new marks were made by her.
Now, she turned herself into those stones. The wounds on her body were the same as the sword marks.
What was she trying to do?
There was no time to think or analyze.
Xiong Chumo's palm finally fell on her shoulder.
With a loud crack, her shoulder bones were all broken and blood gushed out.
Xiong Chumo was confused. Zhao Nanhai was confused. They did not know why she would rather be seriously injured than to take the blow.
At that moment, the middle-aged Daoist at the other end of the temple raised his head and took a look.
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She was like a real stone that was hit by the power from the sky.
Speed was determined by power.
She took the power that no one had ever taken before. Therefore, she could move at an unimaginable speed.
Except for the Distanceless State, there was no one else in the world that could move at such a speed.
She flew in the Divine Hall of Judgment. The torn Gown of Judgment left a series of shadows. The friction with the air caused the gown to burn. The stones turned into meteorites with a fiery tail.
Or, it was another form of the fire phoenix.
Ever since he entered the Divine Hall of Judgment, the middle-aged priest had been silent with his head lowered.
Until now, he finally looked up.
He looked up at the sea of Divine Light, the figure in the light, the meteorite that was about to hit him, and the silent fire phoenix. He finally understood what she was going to do.
Ye Hongyu's target was him from the very beginning.
Not Zhao Nanhai, not Xiong Chumo, but him.
The competition with Zhao Nanhai was just a warm-up.
She took Xiong Chumo's Tianqi head-on and sped up.
The two powerhouses attacked with all their strength, but Ye Hongyu was just borrowing the momentum.
She didn't hesitate to suffer heavy injuries to adjust her state to the strongest, most violent moment.
Why? Just to kill him?
Ye Hongyu came so fast that the middle-aged priest only had a look up before she arrived.
The fire phoenix burned the hall. The meteorite fell.
Even the Abbey Dean could not avoid it.
The middle-aged priest realized that the Abbey Dean had underestimated Ye Hongyu's ability.
The young Great Divine Priest of Judgment was indeed a genius. Her attainment in Divine Incantation was even better than Zhao Nanhai's. She had cultivated her own body into a natal Taoist sword and turned herself into a stubborn rock. That was the legendary Great Divine Priest of Light who had comprehended the Stone Array Tactics a thousand years ago!
The only one who knew the Stone Array Formation was the queen of the Great River Kingdom. Where did she learn it? The middle-aged priest could not figure it out. But he had to catch her.
Otherwise, the fire phoenix would fly out of the Divine Hall of Judgment, break the Peach Mountain, and gain true freedom.
Taoism would never allow that to happen.
The middle-aged priest reached out his right hand and pointed with a finger. His movement was very slow.
The fire phoenix came so fast that it was unparalleled.
His movement was so slow, but it was faster than the fire phoenix.
He looked serious, and his finger was extremely heavy.
Know it and guard it, the Natural Stream.
It was the unique skill of the Zhishou Abbey, the Natural Stream Magical Finger.
The middle-aged priest's Natural Stream Magical Finger was much more powerful than Chen Pipi's.
With one finger, the world was at peace!
The Haotian's Divine Flame in the Divine Hall of Judgment was like a frozen flame, no longer shaking!
The remaining power from the sky seemed to have sensed the meaning of the finger and calmed down!
The fire phoenix's tail disappeared instantly!
The raging meteorite suddenly showed its true face. How could the moss hurt anyone?
The middle-aged priest used his most powerful skill.
He came with the light and pointed with one finger.
The fire phoenix screeched in despair.
Ye Hongyu still looked indifferent, as if she did not care about anything.
She held the sword and then drew it.
The feathers of the fire phoenix scattered, but she did not care at all.
The hall was full of energy and wind. The fire phoenix suddenly disappeared, leaving only her body.
She stabbed the middle-aged priest with her sword.
It was an ordinary sword, but it was the most powerful one.
It was like an arrow hitting a heavy leather, or a stone falling into a deep pond.
There was a sound, there was an echo, there was chanting.
The middle-aged priest's finger and her sword finally met in the air.
The wind stopped, and the dust settled. The Divine Hall of Judgment was quiet again.
Several golden threads burst out from Ye Hongyu's body and then floated down like real withered leaves.
She held the virtual sword and stood in front of the middle-aged priest, expressionless. The Divine Robe of Judgment was half open and rolled up to her waist, revealing her naked upper body. Blood dripped from her perfect curves.
She was covered in blood and stood naked. She seemed to be in a mess, but she was actually very beautiful.
It was a kind of divine beauty, holy beauty, pure beauty.
But it was tempting.
Seduction and holiness did not contradict each other, at least at this moment.
Blood dripped from her body, fell to her feet, and flowed into the cracks in the stone floor.
The crevices were gradually filled with blood, and then they began to glow like lines.
In the sea of blood, there was light. When the light shone, it was a Confinement.
The middle-aged priest's expression finally changed. Because he was in the center of the Confinement.
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I think I can write more tomorrow, right? I feel like I am recovering quickly. Haha … By the way, Ye Hongyu's upper body was naked, and she was covered in blood. I can refer to some oil paintings. Of course, if it was an oriental woman, it would be a good movie.
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