Chapter 585

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 burst out from 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 sound of the explosions overlapped, shaking the people on the ground and causing them to crawl on the ground, holding their heads and shivering. They had completely lost their minds, leaving only boundless 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 Corpses on the ground quickly withered, and blood-red light entered the clouds. The originally thin black clouds once again became thick, and the color of the clouds became black.

"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 be buried in peace."

The deep and deep voice came again.

An unbelievable scene happened. The barren ground cracked open, 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. 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, only retaining their physique, strength, and vitality.

But the Confucian Sages was not the Confucian Sages in life. With the Sorcerer God in front and the help of the nine First Grade Warriors, they could change the situation if used properly against other supreme ranks.

But he was facing 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 other was a complete beast. It looked like a lion, had six heads, and its mane was made up of tiny snakes.

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 had an illusory figure 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 down. Learning ability was basic for scholars.

At the level of the Confucian Sages, he could copy the enemy's spells with 100% accuracy with just one look.

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 their luck, the Demon Barbarian and Warrior took the lead to take damage, and Renzong Tenzō dealt damage.

The nine Heroic Souls of the Warrior summoned by the Sorcerer God were quickly killed.

"Curses are not allowed here!"

"Dreams are not allowed here!"

"Heaven and Earth are not allowed here!"

"…"

Every time he chanted, a part of the Sorcerer God's spells 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 superior quality but no corresponding power and spells.

Then, the Confucian Sages held the carving knife. 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 also annihilated along with the black clouds.

The sun shone, 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, tears blurring his eyes.

Huaiqing looked at him. This human emperor was as cold as ice, hiding his sorrow. 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 ask the Wulin League to cooperate with the Sword Prefecture 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 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 even 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 the rest to fate."

He did not care about his sorrow. He bowed to Huaiqing, jumped onto the sword ridge, and flew away.

… …

Thunder Prefecture.

Yang Gong's body suddenly shook, and the clear aura in his eyes became extremely dense. Then, it started to slowly flow like a river.

He felt the arrival of Confucian Sages and then understood Zhao Shou's choice.

Uncontrollable sorrow, confusion, and hesitation welled up in his heart. 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. Her eyes were filled with sadness and sorrow.

The other Extraordinary Ones fell silent.

"Very good!"

Galo Tree Bodhisattva sent Azuro flying with a punch. He shook his bloody fist and instantly recovered.

Guangxian Bodhisattva, who was not far away, smiled. 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, which would abruptly reduce the pressure on them. 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 that held various kinds of artifacts.

But the facial features were still blurred.

The other was a pitch-black Form. Half of the twelve pairs of arms were broken and could not be condensed for a long time. Its breath was severely weakened.

One side had seven Dharma Forms behind him, and their momentum was not weakening at all. The other Dharma Form was broken and did not even have the strength to condense.

It was clear who was superior.

"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 Vairocana Dharma Form was condensed, Buddha appeared beside Shen Shu silently and attacked with the twelve arms on his right side.

Shen Shu's reaction was half a step slow. He quickly turned sideways and raised his remaining eight pairs of arms to block.

The next moment, he slid out like a high-speed train. His legs touched the ground and splashed "mud" dozens of meters high.

"Bang!"

Only then did the sound of fists colliding was heard by the Transcendent masters in the distance.

Buddha appeared behind Shen Shu again. Twelve pairs of arms slammed 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 appeared and disappeared around Shen Shu. The punches were strong and overbearing. The punches turned into a gust of wind that raged in all directions.

The pitch-black Dharma Form was inevitably distorted after being punched again and again. It was on the verge of collapse.

"Bang!"

Shen Shu, who was hit by twelve pairs of arms again, leaned back but did not slide. He forcibly diverted the power that could destroy mountains and cities. His eight arms reached out and grabbed four pairs of Buddha's fists.

Then, Shinshu stomped on the Buddha's chest and forcibly pulled his four pairs of arms off.

The mouth of the Medicine Bottle flashed, and the Buddha's arms instantly recovered. 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. There was no expression or change in his emotions. He was like an emotionless war machine. Two arms reached out and pressed on the pitch-black Dharma Form's upper and lower jaw.

Shen Shu's broken head fell to the ground.

Then, Buddha maintained the posture of pressing down with six pairs of arms. The remaining six pairs of arms held up high.

The Dharma Form of Maha-Vairocana floated over slowly.

Seeing this, the Transcendent masters on Daibun's side were shocked. 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.

Sure enough, after Zhao Shou died and Daibun's fate was exhausted, everything took a turn for the worse and fell into an irreversible crisis.

This was the fate of the unseen world.

At this moment, Glazed Bodhisattva led Galo Tree and Guang Xian to block 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.

Glazed Bodhisattva lifted her foot and stepped lightly. 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 block Li Miaozhen and the others from casting spells from afar.

Not only that, Galo Tree formed a seal with both hands and froze the space. It complemented the Colorless Glaze Domain and 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 tighten. 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 as he roared.

"Supreme beings will devour the Central Plains and replace the Heavenly Axiom. The entire Nine States will be destroyed. What's the use of sealing the mountain? Could the transcendent-grade ones turn a blind eye just because the mountain was sealed?

"Great, it's useless even if you come out. Can you f * cking defeat the Witch God?

"To hell with the Taishang Wang Qing. The human race is gone. What's the point of cultivating the Taishang Wang Qing? Get lost. I don't cultivate the Taishang Wang Qing.

"If you don't want to be a good person, how can you forget your emotions? Weren't you all born from your parents? Did you all pop out from a rock? If you forget your emotions, how can you give birth to children?

"The Earth Sect of Renzong is fighting to the death at the front. Only we, Tenzō, are cowards. Are we the Three Dao Sects? Are you even worthy? "

The Saint's face and neck were red. 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 Wang Qing? You're not coming out, right? Are you really that heartless, 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. Then, it became distorted and disappeared.