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.
The Garuda Tree Bodhisattva relied on the power of the Vajra Dharma Form and the defense of the Acalanatha Dharma Form. As one of the most resilient Rank-1 martial artists, he was like a reef that withstood 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, holding the Supervisor and the carving knife between its palms.
The Acalanatha Law sat cross-legged and formed a circular air shield behind the Vajra Law, covering Galo Tree Bodhisattva within.
Suddenly, the Vajra Law's 12 pairs of arms began to tremble, as if it could not withstand the carving knife's advance.
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 attacked him 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 a Confucian spell.
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, wanting 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. He rolled on the ground like a wild dog that was kicked away. Blood splattered 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. Without chewing, he swallowed the heart into his stomach. After a few seconds, the madness in his fierce eyes faded. His spirituality grew and he regained his sanity.
The White Emperor 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 while he's down …" 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, with hair that looked like dancing water plants, and was surrounded by a thin mist made of water spiritual energy. The other was completely red, with a flame mark engraved between its eyebrows, and its hair was a blazing flame.
One seemed to be made of air. It was unstable. Its body sometimes tilted and sometimes stretched. 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 Great Dharma Forms of Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire.
The Second Grade Tribulation Stage cultivators cultivated these four Great Dharma Forms. When they reached the peak of the Second Grade, the Four Great Dharma Forms would merge into one and face the Heavenly Tribulation.
After the Heavenly Tribulation, the Dharma Forms and the body would be in perfect harmony.
The Black Lotus should have reached the peak of the Second Grade 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 Great Dharma Forms had no intelligence. They were all controlled by the Black Lotus. They could be regarded as puppets. They were not afraid of the pressure of the Confucian Sages.
The Supervisor took the initiative to take out a porcelain bottle from the storage bag hanging on his 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 the Warlock didn't have the self-healing ability of the Warrior, he could use it to carry the elixir of life and death with him.
"Waiting 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. The power of the carving knife was eroding his vitality.
On the other hand, after the Supervisor took the elixir, he was like a dying man who had a breath and returned to his peak temporarily.
"Don't move!"
The Supervisor raised his hand and flicked the Confucian crown.
This time, the shadow of the Confucian Sages did the same.
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 what he had done to the Galo Tree.
On the horns on the top of the White Emperor's head, there was a jumping electric arc and a condensed black light ball.
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.
A blazing light exploded, and thick electric snakes danced 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.
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