Chapter 435

After the indifferent and emotionless eyes appeared, the clear air outlined the silhouette of the figure. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and the robe fluttered. The figure of a Confucian scholar with two fluttering sleeves appeared in front of Xu Pingfeng and the others.

Confucian Sages's Heroic Soul returned to the world. A terrible pressure descended like a landslide, a tsunami, and a collapse of the sky.

Due to the close distance, the three humans and one beast faced Confucian Sages's gaze directly.

The White Emperor's limbs trembled uncontrollably. It was like it had completely degenerated into a beast. It arched its back, bared its teeth, and let out a low growl from its throat.

Xu Pingfeng and the Black Lotus retreated again and again. As a Rank-2, they did not dare to show off at this moment.

Galo Tree Bodhisattva relied on the power of the Vajra Law and the defense of the Acalanatha Law. As a Rank-1 with the highest resistance, he was like a reef, withstanding the impact of the waves.

Confucian Sages's Heroic Soul formed. The Supervisor's eyebrows split open, and blood flowed out.

His body began to slide into the abyss of collapse. This was the price he had to pay.

He took a step forward, and the carving knife in his hand stabbed at Galo Tree Bodhisattva first.

Confucian Sages's Heroic Soul behind him moved in sync, as if it was the Supervisor's strongest support.

Galo Tree Bodhisattva did not move. His kasaya fluttered, and his muscles expanded. Thick blue veins popped out under his skin.

Although he did not move, the Vajra Law behind him stepped forward, blocking in front of Galo Tree Bodhisattva.

The carving knife stabbed forward slowly, as if it was not afraid of the enemy escaping.

The Vajra Law's 12 pairs of arms closed in front of it, and its 24 palms clasped together, clamping the Supervisor and the carving knife between its palms.

On the other hand, the Immovable Wisdom King sat cross-legged and formed a seal. Behind the Vajra Wisdom King, a circular air shield was formed, covering the Garuda Bodhisattva within.

Suddenly, the Vajra Law's 12 pairs of arms began to tremble, as if it could not withstand the sudden advance of the carving knife.

Boom!

The ring of fire behind the head of the Vajra Dharma Form swelled and blazed with dazzling flames.

The twelve pairs of trembling arms steadied themselves.

But in the next moment, the twenty-four giant palms cracked, followed by the arms, and then the body … The Vajra Dharma Idol, which was known for its defense and battle prowess, crumbled inch by inch.

The energy from the collapse of the Dharma Idol spread out in all directions, scattering the sea of clouds below and revealing the vast land.

The Supervisor held the carving knife, still stabbing at the Motionless Wisdom King's protective shield neither too fast nor too slow.

Buzz!

At the point where the light golden energy shield and the carving knife met, distorted and chaotic energy sputtered out.

A streak of white light silently approached the supervisor and launched a sneak attack from behind.

In the White Emperor's azure pupils, there was only the madness of a wild beast, and there was not the slightest bit of intelligence left.

It suppressed its own spirituality, highlighting the madness rooted in the blood of gods and demons in its bones to counteract the coercion of Confucian Sages.

A crazy Godfiend descendant wouldn't be afraid.

In addition, although its spirituality was suppressed and it couldn't use spells, it wouldn't weaken its battle prowess. The physique of a Godfiend descendant was stronger than that of a Warrior, and its close combat ability was extremely terrifying.

The Supervisor raised his left hand and flicked the Confucian crown, slowly saying:

"Retreat five hundred miles."

The White Emperor, who was about to pounce, suddenly disappeared the moment he was about to come into contact with the Supervisor, as if he had never existed.

Of course, this wasn't because the Supervisor had learned the Confucian's Word Law, but because he used the power of the Confucian crown to cast Confucian spells.

However, without a high-level cultivator of the same system controlling it, the power that the Confucian crown could display was limited. Moreover, the White Emperor's rank was extremely high, so the Supervisor couldn't borrow the power of the Confucian crown to directly attack it.

Because it was destined to be unable to threaten the White Emperor.

But the Confucian's specialty wasn't to attack, but to "be showy".

After temporarily kicking the White Emperor out of the battlefield, the Supervisor held the carving knife and took another step forward.

The Immovable Wisdom King's Dharma Cover shrunk exaggeratedly.

This wasn't because the Immovable Wisdom King wasn't strong enough. On the contrary, with the support of the Confucian Sages's heroic soul, the Galo Tree Bodhisattva was known as the one with the strongest defense under the Transcendent Grade.

In the distance, Xu Pingfeng opened his brocade bag and grabbed a huge cannon. It was nine feet tall, and its barrel was ten feet long. Its whole body was cast from black iron, and its surface was engraved with dense formation patterns.

As a Second Grade Warlock, he couldn't face the pressure of the Confucian Sages at close range. Fortunately, Warlocks liked long-range attacks the most.

The formation patterns lit up one after another, and the formation inscribed on it began to absorb the surrounding spiritual power. A fist-sized blazing white ball of light condensed in the black cannon's muzzle.

Using formations to move the power of heaven and earth was the Warlock's best skill.

"Boom!"

When it collapsed to the extreme, it exploded. The cannon's muzzle ejected a blazing white beam of light.

Just as the Light beam was about to hit the Supervisor, a formation surrounded by light suddenly blocked the path of the bullet.

The cannon that could seriously injure a Third Grade Warrior hit the formation, like a clay ox entering the sea, and disappeared without a trace.

In the next second, a blazing white beam of light shot out from the void behind Xu Pingfeng and engulfed him.

The Supervisor used the teleportation formation to return the cannon to him.

"Buzz!"

The void beside the Supervisor trembled, and another beam of light shot out, aiming to hit his face.

Xu Pingfeng was not engulfed by the beam of light that came from behind him. He had replicated the supervisor's methods and returned the favor, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Just like that, the white light kept appearing, disappearing, appearing, and disappearing between the master and disciple.

Until the Supervisor teleported it to the Taoist Black Lotus in the distance. Without the Warrior's premonition of danger, the Black Lotus was caught off guard. He could only use the Taoist's Undying Yang Spirit to tear the cannon apart.

At this time, the Acala's image finally couldn't hold on anymore. The Confucian Sages's carving knife pierced through the air shield. In the energy storm caused by the Acala's image, the carving knife pointed at the Galo Tree Bodhisattva's forehead.

A green light flashed.

"Puff!" The Galo Tree Bodhisattva's head exploded. Bone fragments and flesh splattered everywhere.

His eight-foot tall body instantly slackened, and he powerlessly faced upwards, falling straight down towards the vast earth.

At the same time, a mist of blood burst out from the Supervisor's chest. The power of the Confucian Sages was destroying his body.

The Supervisor didn't care about the state of his body. He didn't attack Xu Pingfeng and the Black Lotus. Instead, he turned around and stabbed with the carving knife.

A white shadow brushed past him.

The white shadow turned into the White Emperor, rolling around in a sorry state. He was like a wild dog that had been kicked away, blood splattering everywhere.

Xu Pingfeng raised his hand. The circular array supported the White Emperor and helped him absorb the impact.

"Woo, woo woo …"

The White Emperor's blue eyes were filled with madness. There was a deep wound on his abdomen. His stomach was almost cut open, and his intestines were hanging down.

But he was biting a heart in his mouth. The Supervisor's heart.

The White Emperor slightly raised his head. He didn't even chew. He swallowed the heart into his stomach. After a few seconds, the madness in his fierce eyes faded. Spirituality grew, and he regained his sanity.

The White Emperor's expression was obviously stunned. He didn't expect that he would regain his sanity in advance.

After thinking for a while, he seemed to understand something. He looked at the Supervisor with greed in his eyes.

The Supervisor slowly lowered his head and looked at the big hole in his chest. His heart was missing.

"I'll kill him when he's weak …" The Black Lotus's eyes shone with a fierce light. His Yang Spirit immediately split into four parts. The four Yang Spirits looked different.

One was as black as ink. Its hair was like dancing water plants. Its body was surrounded by a thin mist made of water spiritual power. The other was red, with a flame mark engraved between its eyebrows. Its hair was burning flames.

One seemed to be made of airflow. It was unstable. Its body sometimes tilted and sometimes stretched, and it could turn into a gust of wind at any time.

The other was covered with stone armor. It was burly and rippled with circles of khaki-colored ripples.

It was the Taoist Four Dharma Forms of Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire.

The Second Grade Tribulation Stage cultivators cultivated these four Dharma Forms. After reaching the Second Grade Great Perfection, the four Dharma Forms would merge into one and face the Heavenly Tribulation.

After the Heavenly Tribulation, the Dharma Forms and the body would be perfectly compatible. Then, they could achieve the status of an Earth Immortal.

The Black Lotus should have reached the Second Grade Great Perfection long ago. However, Jinlian had left his body, leaving him with an "incomplete body". Not only did he have no hope of passing the Heavenly Tribulation, but his combat power had also fallen by a level.

The four Dharma Forms had no intelligence. They were controlled by the Black Lotus and could be regarded as puppets. They were not afraid of the pressure of the Confucian Sages.

A porcelain bottle flew out of the storage bag hanging on the Supervisor's waist. The cork popped open, and a yellow pill flew into his mouth.

In an instant, the flesh on his chest wriggled, and his heart was reborn.

Although Warlocks didn't have the self-healing ability of the Warrior, they could spend money and carry pills that could regenerate flesh and bones with them.

"Wait for the right time …" The Black Lotus silently recalled the Dharma Forms and chose to wait and see.

"You really are the gatekeeper!"

The White Emperor laughed. The wound on his abdomen couldn't heal, and the power of the carving knife was eroding his vitality.

On the other hand, the Supervisor, after taking the pill, was like a dying man who had a breath and returned to his peak for a short time.

"Don't move!"

The Supervisor raised his hand and flicked the Confucian crown.

This time, the shadow of the Confucian Sages did the same thing.

The White Emperor's body sank and froze in place.

The Supervisor took a step forward and simply stabbed the Confucian Sages carving knife, just like how he had dealt with the Galo Tree.

On the horns on the top of the White Emperor's head, there was a dancing electric arc and a condensed black light.

The lightning and the water spirit converged between the horns, condensing into an energy ball with a pitch-black core and an outer layer wrapped in electric light.

The moment the Confucian Sages' carving knife stabbed, the White Emperor used all his strength to regain partial control of his body. He raised his head and blocked the carving knife with his horns.

The blazing light exploded, and thick electric snakes danced around like whips.

The water spirit power was like a broken dam, rushing in all directions.

The Confucian Sages' carving knife moved forward layer by layer, broke through the impact of the two energy storms, and stabbed into the White Emperor's head.

"Roar …"

It let out a mournful roar.

Even if it was a descendant of the gods and demons, it couldn't resist the soul of the Confucian Sages.

As the White Emperor was about to follow in the footsteps of the Galo Tree, a blazing sun suddenly rose in the west.