Xuanyuan frowned. He hadn't expected that an Eternal Asura King would be able to withstand the sword formation of over 100 million Confucian disciples led by the 3,000 Confucian scholars.
The 3,000 Confucian scholars had already ascended to Hongmeng Origins, but because of this war, they had descended to the Blue Dragon Holy Land to lend Xuanyuan a hand.
The Confucian scholars valued destiny the most, and they knew that Xuanyuan was the core. Right now, above Hongmeng Origins, there were many true bodies of the Holy Emperor in the Central Divine Dynasty, so nothing too serious would happen.
On the contrary, the Central World was the most important. Now that Xuanyuan was here, they couldn't afford to lose him.
After ascending to Hongmeng Origins, many of their thoughts had experienced unprecedented breakthroughs. They had grasped more wisdom and divine abilities, and their strength had become even greater. However, the Eternal Asura King had still been able to devour their vast river. From this, one could see just how extraordinary its combat strength was. It was simply unimaginable.
The body of the Eternal Asura King that had used the Nether Sacred Gate cracked. Clearly, he had to bear a part of the attack to devour the vast river, which was extremely damaging to him.
Thousands of rays of light shot out from his cracked body. It was as if the gate had used his body as a medium, and he had devoured the vast river to prevent any future troubles. It was only natural that he had to bear the price himself.
Xuanyuan took advantage of this opportunity and instantly broke away from the Myriad Transformations Army. He punched out. Myriad Transformations Holy Fist.
There was nothing else. Right now, he only wanted to kill all of these Eternal Asura Kings.
The Myriad Transformations Holy Fist was extremely powerful. With Xuanyuan's Three Pure Ones and his three dao bodies working together, no one in the world could resist such an attack.
The injured Eternal Asura King's body instantly shattered, and Xuanyuan drew it into the black hole to be refined. But at this moment, the other seven Eternal Asura Kings attacked Xuanyuan at the same time. Even with Xuanyuan's current combat strength, he definitely wouldn't be able to withstand this attack.
"Not good." The hearts of those watching from within the Blue Dragon Holy Land were about to jump out of their throats.
If Xuanyuan was even a hair's breadth away, the entire Blue Dragon Holy Land would completely collapse, and the Central Divine Dynasty would cease to exist.
Almost at the same time, Xuanyuan's three Bodies of Tao simultaneously cast the Formula of Devouring. Black lines flew out from their bodies. These were the unique inscriptions of the Body of All Creations. They were engraved by the Holy Emperor of All Creations. Only the Body of All Creations could read and cast them.
"Myriad Transformations Holy Palace."
The three dao bodies joined forces, and a huge palace appeared. This palace was incomparably tall, pitch-black, and had the power to nullify all attacks.
But under the combined attack of the seven Eternal Asura Kings, it instantly shattered. It couldn't dispel the attacks of the seven Eternal Asura Kings at all.
Xuanyuan took advantage of this gap to escape from their attack range with his three dao bodies.
Within Xuanyuan's body, the seven avatars worked together to suppress and refine the Holy Emperor and Eternal Asura King that they had previously refined and devoured bit by bit.
Xuanyuan's strength was constantly rising. He needed time, but time waited for no man.
"Devour Time."
Xuanyuan used this mystique to envelop himself in a unique space. The flow of time became extremely fast, and it also increased the speed at which the seven avatars in his body refined.
The Eternal Asura Kings frowned when they sensed the increase in Xuanyuan's combat strength. They knew that their top priority now was to eliminate Xuanyuan. The nine million Myriad Transformations army was more or less an obstacle.
The seven Eternal Asura Kings joined forces. Ancient characters flowed on their bodies, surging with depravity and deathly stillness.
A door gradually formed, and it was incomparably huge. Xuanyuan frowned. Indeed, in the next instant, ferocious-looking netherworld warriors madly rushed out. They breathed in and out a thick aura of death, and their killing intent was monstrous. Once touched, the only outcome was death.
Under the Eternal Asura King's orders, they frantically attacked the restrictions, power, feng shui, and talisman arrays outside the Blue Dragon Holy Land, tearing through layer after layer.
"So that's how it is. The Eternal Nether has a mysterious passageway to the Central World. Previously, they sacrificed the lives of the Holy Hunters to deepen their karmic ties. Now that they're inside, the Ominous Sacred Spirits are connecting themselves to the Central World and drawing upon the power of karma, allowing the Eternal Asura Kings to summon such a massive army." Xuanyuan immediately understood. He frowned as he saw the endless use of billions of netherworld warriors.
At this moment, over a hundred million Buddhist and Daoist disciples appeared behind Xuanyuan. Xuanyuan's God of Faith manifested and attacked with Yuan 'er.
They began to chant the Reincarnation Sutra and Reincarnation Mantra. Buddhism and Daoism worked together to redeem billions of lives.
Buddhist chants and Daoist incantations filled the sky. After Xuanyuan refined the Uncursed Holy Emperor, he had a greater understanding of the power of the Reincarnation Sutra and Reincarnation Mantra.
Wherever the power of the Reincarnation Sutra and Reincarnation Mantra reached, the bodies of the netherworld warriors turned into specks of light that scattered in all directions.
These two mantras had the power to purify everything and redeem all lives. It allowed these warriors who had suffered in the Eternal Netherworld to be instantly freed.
The three thousand Confucian scholars led over a hundred million Confucian disciples in an attack. They chanted words, held brushes, and wrote beautiful essays. Each essay contained the power to suppress evil.
The brushes in their hands danced like dragons and phoenixes as they began to write words in front of them. They combined into beautiful essays, and the thoughts of each essay resonated with each other.
The hundreds of millions of essays contained the thoughts of all lives in the Blue Dragon Sacred Land. The incomparably firm wills were like a hot knife through butter, and countless netherworld warriors were turned into ashes.
They held the War Dao in their hands and roared. The sound of the netherworld surged, and the dense death aura permeated through every nook and cranny. The disciples of the Blue Dragon Sacred Land who were infiltrated instantly withered, and their vitality withered.
The Wang Clan, the Shangguan Clan, the Sima Clan, the Wu Clan, the Sun Clan, the Junior Barbarian Emperor, the Ancient Sword Royal Tribe, the Sacred Kirin Royal Tribe, the Undying Royal Tribe, the Forbidden Dragon Royal Tribe, the Heaven-Devouring Tribe, the Battle Demon Sect, and countless warriors sprang out from the Qinglong Sacred Area.
They had the determination to die. They couldn't let the Blue Dragon Sacred Land fall into the hands of others. This was the foundation of their descendants, the place to pass on their bloodline, will, and spirit.
The sky was filled with battle formations as various colorful glows collided with one another, shattering the Heavens and Earth. The entire Sea of Sufferings was covered in darkness, while the 'Qinglong Sacred Area' was like a lighthouse in the middle of a raging ocean, guiding the crowd.
From the sea of bitterness, thorns containing the power of the World Tree soared into the sky and wrapped around the bodies of the netherworld warriors. These were the disciples of the Divine Wood Race. In the depths of the sea of bitterness, they used the mystiques of their race and the power of the World Tree to set up many great formations that could bind and kill their enemies.
In addition, these thorns contained an incomparably dense vitality, and they could heal their comrades who were fighting for their homeland. These were all mastered by the warriors of the Divine Wood Race.
Warriors of the Divine Water Race, condensed from the power of the Bitter Sea, soared into the sky, stirring up billions of waves. The power of the Bitter Sea had become even more powerful. It contained a great deal of water power, and was extremely powerful.
These warriors of the Divine Water Race fused their own power into the sea of bitterness and cooperated with the great formation of the sea of bitterness. With their will, they used the sea of bitterness to form a body to attack their enemies.
The warriors of the Divine Thunder Race turned into billions of thunder clouds. Thunder clouds flashed in the sky, and light surged. They tore down millions of lightning bolts in a row, striking countless Netherworld warriors, breaking their bones and shattering their bodies.
The entire world was illuminated as if it was daytime. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed everywhere.
Lightning originally had the power to kill the netherworld. It could ward off evil and eliminate ghosts, and it could eliminate the deathly aura in the world, turning it into dust. Facing such a sudden attack, these Netherworld warriors were caught unprepared.
The warriors of the Divine Fire Race ignited heavenly fire. Monstrous flames accompanied the lightning bolts as they flew down and smashed down.
The warriors of the Divine Gold Race formed a formation, and billions of golden spears appeared. They had a destructive sharpness that could tear apart everything in a person.
The Divine Soil Race formed huge walls to block the attacks of the Netherworld warriors. Just like the Sima Family's Golden Soup Holy Guards, they blocked the attacks of the enemies for the many disciples of the Blue Dragon Holy Land.
The Blue Dragon Holy Land mobilized more than a billion warriors. They attacked together, and their might was monstrous. The battle formation they formed was incomparably powerful. Everyone worked together, and they had absolute tacit understanding.
Over the years, they had put in a lot of effort for this ultimate battle.
The powerful existences that had descended from Hongmeng's Origin also attacked. They coordinated with the broken restrictions of the Blue Dragon Holy Land, feng shui, power techniques, and talisman formations. They killed the Holy Hunters and Netherworld warriors, forcing them to retreat again and again.
The scene was chaotic. The disciples of the various races of the Blue Dragon Holy Land pushed forward in an orderly manner.
Many Eternal Asura Kings looked at each other when they saw this scene. They had to admit that their Netherworld warriors were powerful, but in terms of formation and tacit understanding on the battlefield, they were far inferior to the Blue Dragon Holy Land.
They were clearly a group of living beings that were weaker than them, but when they joined forces, they could actually erupt with such combat strength.
However, this did not matter to them, because their goal was only Xuanyuan.
"As long as Xuanyuan is killed, the entire Blue Dragon Holy Land will completely collapse. When that time comes, everything will be under our control," the Ominous Holy Spirit said solemnly.
The seven Eternal Asura Kings joined forces. They turned into a beam of light and attacked Xuanyuan together. Their speed was so fast that it made people's hearts tremble.
Xuanyuan frowned. Even though his strength had risen steadily, he was definitely not a match for these seven Eternal Asura Kings. Unless he could devour two more, he would be able to stand on equal footing with them. Although he had used Devour Time to increase his combat strength, the Holy Emperor and the three Eternal Asura Kings contained too much power. It was impossible to completely refine them in a short period of time.
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