Zhao Shou took Confucian Sages's Heroic Soul and crashed into the thick black clouds with an unstoppable and unavoidable momentum.
His and Confucian Sages's Heroic Souls were instantly swallowed by the black clouds. The black clouds that almost covered half of the sky quickly shrank and gathered toward the center, as if to wrap and refine Confucian Sages's Heroic Soul.
But the next moment, a beam of Light broke through the thick black clouds. Then, thousands of beams of light broke through the black clouds. The clear air and the black clouds intertwined as if a chemical reaction was taking place. There were continuous explosions in the sky.
The explosions stacked on top of each other, shaking the people on the ground. They hugged their heads and shivered. They had completely lost their minds, leaving only endless fear.
In the face of natural disasters, human fear would swallow their minds and cause them to lose their ability to think.
But crawling and shivering could not change their fate. Most people died from the shock waves of the explosions. Every "thunder" would set off a terrible storm, sweeping people and things on the ground into the sky.
This included the Walking Dead Army.
In the series of explosions, the black clouds thinned at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Roar!"
A huge blurry face appeared in the black clouds and let out a deafening roar.
The Walking Dead Army on the ground quickly withered. Rays of bloody light merged into the clouds. The originally thinned black clouds became thick again.
"You can't use the Blood Spirit Spell here!"
A deep and resounding voice came out from the clouds.
The next moment, the bloody aura dissipated, and the Walking Dead Army stood still.
"The dead should rest in peace."
The deep and resounding voice sounded again.
An unbelievable scene happened. The barren ground cracked, and the Walking Dead Army fell into the cracks. Then, the cracks closed. There were thousands of soldiers and horses a moment ago, but in the next moment, it was empty, leaving only a devastated land.
The Walking Dead Army that was swallowed by the cracks had completely lost contact with the Sorcerer God.
Seeing this, the Sorcerer God immediately summoned nine blurry shadows. They were nine First Grade Warrior. Each of them was at the peak of martial arts. They had the power to move mountains and fill the sea. They were once invincible in the world.
Although their real combat strength could not be the same as when they were alive, they only retained their physique, strength, and vitality.
However, the Confucian Saint was no longer the Confucian Saint he had been when he was alive. Moreover, with the Sorcerer God in front of him and the assistance of the nine first-grade experts, when facing other transcendent-grade experts, if used properly, these nine great combat forces could change the situation of the battle.
But they were up against the Confucian Sages.
The moment the nine Rank-1 martial artists formed, nine more figures appeared in the sky on the other side.
A Buddhist Bodhisattva from thousands of years ago sat cross-legged on a nine-petal lotus platform with a miniature sun condensed behind his head.
One of them wore a dragon robe and a crown. He carried a Heavenly Halberd on his back and held a bronze sword carved with complicated patterns in his hand. This was one of the emperors of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
One of them was bare-chested. He was tall and sturdy, and his lower body was a thick snake tail. He had no weapons in his hands, and his eyes were as red as snow.
The last one was a complete beast. He looked like a lion with six heads and tiny snakes as his mane.
Amongst the remaining six, three were scholars that wore scholar robes and scholar crowns, and one of them was the founder of Clouddeer Academy, a first-rank Secondary Saint.
The other three were in Taoist robes. One had a rainbow-like sword aura, one had the power of merit, and one was illusory as if he was in another world.
The Confucian Sages had also summoned the powerhouses of the past who had a karmic relationship with him. His system was more complex, and his methods were more comprehensive.
As for the method of summoning, it was obviously given to the Sorcerer God.
The Sixth Grade Confucian Scholar could quickly learn other people's spells and skills and record them. As a scholar, the ability to learn was a basic skill.
At the level of a Confucian Saint, one only needed to take a glance to be able to copy the enemy's spell 100%.
The 18 Heroic Souls of the past fought together, relying on the cooperation of many systems. The Buddhists played support, the Confucians played control, the Earthly Sect cut luck, the Demon Barbarian and Warrior took the lead to take damage, and Renzong Tenzō dealt damage.
The nine Warrior Heroic Souls summoned by the Sorcerer God were quickly killed.
"Curse Killing Technique is forbidden here!"
"Dream Entry is forbidden here!"
"Summon the Power of Heaven and Earth is forbidden here!"
"…"
Every time he chanted, a part of the Sorcerer God's spell would be taken away, and the figure of the Confucian Sages would become illusory.
When the Confucian Sages stopped chanting, the Sorcerer God had lost all his supernatural abilities. He had a superb character, but he did not have the corresponding power and spells.
Then, the Confucian Sages held the carving knife, and his illusory figure took a step forward and stabbed with the simple carving knife. Wind and thunder roared, and the sky changed color.
The dazzling clear light expanded like a miniature sun.
The black clouds were annihilated layer by layer, and the huge blurry face condensed again, letting out an angry roar:
"Confucian Sages!"
The next moment, it was annihilated along with the black clouds.
The sun shone, and the sky was blue. There was no wind, and the sky was calm and peaceful.
It was as if nothing had happened.
The civilians and officers who survived looked around blankly. After confirming that they were safe, they immediately burst into earth-shattering cheers.
Chu Yuanzhen stood still, and tears blurred his eyes.
Huaiqing looked at him. This human emperor was as cold as ice, and deeply sorrowful. She took a deep breath and said:
"The Sorcerer God is not dead, but his spirit was destroyed by the Confucian Sages. He will definitely make a comeback in three to five days. Brother Chu, quickly go to the War Hounds Mountain, and let the Wulin League cooperate with the Jianzhou government to gather the people, abandon the valuables, and retreat to the capital as soon as possible. "
Chu Yuanzhen nodded, and said hesitantly:
"Your Majesty, what about you?"
Huaiqing smiled bitterly:
"There is not a single bit of luck left in my body. Daibun is about to perish."
Daibun's luck had already dispersed, just like the three countries. Without luck, the country would perish, and it would become a part of Daibun.
Now that Daibun's luck had been lost, it was only a matter of time before it was swallowed by the supreme grade.
Thinking of this, Chu Yuanzhen's heart became heavier and more sorrowful. He did not know where the future of Daibun was, or where the future of the Nine Provinces was.
"I can only do my best, and leave it to fate."
He did not care about his sorrow, and bowed to Huaiqing, leapt onto the sword ridge, and whistled away.
… …
Leizhou.
Yang Gong's body suddenly trembled, and the clear air in his eyes became extremely dense, like a river flowing slowly.
He felt the arrival of Confucian Sages, and then understood Zhao Shou's choice.
Uncontrollable sorrow, confusion, and hesitation welled up in his heart, and tears slid down his cheeks silently. The newly promoted third-ranked scholar said in a low voice:
"The dean has fallen!
"Daibun … has lost its luck."
Li Miaozhen, who was riding the sword in front, suddenly looked back, sadness and desolation surging in her eyes.
The other Extraordinary Ones fell silent.
"Very good!"
Galo Tree Bodhisattva sent Azuro flying with a punch, and shook his bloody fist, which instantly recovered.
Not far away, Guangxian Bodhisattva smiled, and Glaze also heaved a sigh of relief.
The three Bodhisattva saw Zhao Shou's departure, but did not stop him. On one hand, a second-ranked Confucian had left, and the pressure on them was suddenly reduced. On the other hand, they also needed someone to block the Sorcerer God and buy time.
Because Shen Shu was about to die!
Two giants stood in the "mud" pool. One was the Dharma condensed by Buddha. After merging with the Vajra Form, a ring of fire burned behind his head, and twelve arms grew behind his back, holding various kinds of artifacts.
But the facial features were still blurred.
The other dark Form had lost half of its twelve pairs of arms, and it could not regenerate for a long time, and its breath was severely weakened.
On one side, there were seven Dharma Idols standing behind them. Their auras were strong and did not seem to be weakening at all. On the other side, the Dharma Idols were broken and did not even have the power to reform themselves.
The difference was obvious.
"Whoosh …"
Golden waves rose as the boundless "quagmire" opened its mouth and spat out miniature golden suns. The small suns quickly gathered and formed a huge blazing sun in the sky.
Its body was still growing.
When the Maha-Vairocana Dharma Form was formed, Buddha appeared beside Shen Shu, and the twelve arms on his right hit at the same time.
Shen Shu reacted half a bit slower, and quickly turned to the side, using his remaining eight pairs of arms to block.
The next moment, he slid out like a high-speed train, and his legs touched the ground, splashing "mud" dozens of meters high.
"Bang!"
Only then did the sound of fists colliding, and it was heard by the Extraordinary masters in the distance.
Buddha appeared behind Shen Shu again, and the twelve pairs of arms smashed down. The speed of the Walker Form was faster than the warrior's premonition of danger.
Shen Shu was punched out again.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang …" Buddha kept appearing and disappearing around Shen Shu, and the punches were strong and overbearing. The punches turned into a fierce wind, wreaking havoc in all directions.
The dark Form inevitably distorted under the repeated punches, and it was on the verge of collapse.
"Bang!"
Shen Shu, who was hit by twelve pairs of arms again, leaned back, but he did not slide back. He forcibly diverted the power that could destroy mountains and cities, and his eight arms reached out and grabbed the four pairs of fists of Buddha.
Then, Shen Shu kicked the chest of Buddha, and forcibly pulled off his four pairs of arms.
The mouth of the Medicine Bottle flashed, and the arms of Buddha instantly recovered. The six pairs of arms pressed on Shen Shu's shoulders, and suddenly sank.
"Boom!"
Shen Shu was pressed to the ground.
He raised his head, and let out a deep roar at Buddha.
Buddha's face was blurry, and no expression could be seen, and no change in emotion could be seen. He was like an emotionless war machine. Two arms reached out, and pressed on the upper and lower jaw of the dark Form, and forcefully tore.
Shen Shu's broken head fell to the ground.
Then, Buddha maintained the posture of pressing down with six pairs of arms, and the remaining six pairs of arms held up high.
The Dharma Form of Maha-Vairocana floated over slowly.
Seeing this, the Extraordinary masters on Daibun's side were shocked, and their eyebrows twitched. Without any hesitation, the three Taoist Transcendents flew out of the camp on their swords, and rushed toward Buddha and Shen Shu.
Shen Shu could not be defeated. With Shen Shu around, he could barely hold back and buy time.
Once Shen Shu was defeated, first of all, he might be brought to the West Region by Buddha to be refined. Secondly, the hundreds of thousands of miles between Thunder State and the capital city, and the common people along the way, would be turned into ashes.
As expected, after Zhao Shou died, and after Daibun's fate was exhausted, everything took a turn for the worse, and they fell into an irreversible crisis.
This was the fate of the unseen world.
At this moment, Glazed Bodhisattva, together with Galo Tree and Guang Xian, blocked the path of the three Taoist Transcendents.
In desperation, Jinlian Taoist priest and Li Miaozhen could only stop. If they rushed forward, they would die without a doubt.
Glazed Bodhisattva lifted her foot, and the Colorless Glaze Domain instantly expanded. It did not cover Daibun's Transcendents, but the path to the battlefield of Shen Shu and Buddha. This could effectively stop Li Miaozhen and the others from casting spells from afar.
Not only that, Galo Tree formed a seal with both hands, and the Colorless Glaze Domain complemented and complemented each other, and they complemented each other.
On the other side, the "heavy" Maha-Vairocana Dharma Form had floated between the Buddha's six pairs of palms.
Li Miaozhen, Jinlian, Azuro, and the people of Kouyang Province felt their hearts clench, and despair rose in everyone's heart.
There was no help.
There was no other way.
There was no way to break through the blockade of the three Bodhisattvas in a short period of time.
The situation was hopeless!
…
Tenzō.
Under the memorial arch of the Spirit Mountain, Li Lingsu's veins bulged on his forehead, and the muscles on his cheeks bulged. He was like an enraged lion, and he roared.
"Supreme beings will devour the Central Plains, replace the Heavenly Axiom, and the entire Nine States will be destroyed. What's the use of sealing the mountain? Will sealing the mountain make the Supreme beings ignore it?
"Great, it's useless even if you come out. Can you f * cking defeat the Sorcerer God?
"To hell with the Taishang Forgetting Emotion, the human race is gone, what's the point of cultivating the Taishang Forgetting Emotion? Get lost, I don't cultivate the Taishang Forgetting Emotion.
"If you don't want to be a good person, how can you forget emotions? Weren't you raised by your parents? Did you all jump out of a rock? If you forget emotions, how can you have children?
"The Earth Sect of Renzong is fighting to the death at the front, and only we, Tenzō, are cowards. Are we the Three Dao Sects? Are you worthy? "
The Saint's face and neck were red, and his voice reverberated in the world like thunder.
He had a mental breakdown. Even if Tianzun came out, it would be too late. That was why he gave up.
"Taishang Forgetting Emotion, right? You don't want to come out, right? Are you really forgetting about emotions, or are you afraid of death?" The Saint took a deep breath and roared.
"Tianzun, f * ck your mother!!"
F * ck your mother.
F * ck your mother.
Mother … Her voice reverberated again and again, and then disappeared.
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