It was like a ball of thick ink splashed across heaven and earth, bursting with red light and golden light.
The mountains, rivers, and lakes that appeared in the air were like a mirage blown by a hot wind. They became blurry and quickly disappeared.
The sky above Dragon Head Mountain was covered in spiderweb-like cracks. It was as if Jasper Palace could not bear their existence. The huge stone buildings that had stood on the mountain peak for tens of thousands of years crumbled like sand sculptures on the beach.
However, the red light gradually dimmed and was drowned in the surging golden light.
He was a demon king that was hated by heaven and cursed by all living beings. How could he fight against the might of heaven and the will of all living beings alone?
The sword light penetrated every pore and was as sharp as a blade. Unknowingly, fine cracks covered his sturdy body, forming bloody scars. He was like a bronze that had been eroded by time and was peeling off piece by piece.
He was completely oblivious to the fact that every piece of his skin was burning up and turning into specks of flame. The cracks were like the fissures of the earth. Scorching lava gushed out and set his entire body ablaze. He went against the surging golden light and rushed to the front of the Chuo Dragon.
With a clang, the blade and the sword clashed. Li Qingshan and Chuo Long looked at each other. One was like fire, the other like gold. Neither wavered.
True gold did not fear fire, but the fire would eventually burn out.
With a bang, Li Qingshan's body cracked and turned into thousands of flowing flames.
The Ending Flower Frenzy Saber spun and flew out, falling from the mountain peak. There was a deep sword mark on it.
Since the battle at Jasper Palace, he had fought the golden dragon and then defeated the Dragon King. His physique was already close to its limit. After shattering the eight cauldrons, he was on the verge of collapse. Then, he had to face Chuo Long's brilliant sword. He might as well use all his strength. Rather than being killed by this sword, it was more accurate to say that he burned himself to death.
A bloody mark appeared on Chuo Long's forehead and blood flowed down. He was unmoved and stared at the thousands of flowing flames. He waved the Abandoned Immortal Sword again.
Little Ann desperately activated the Abandoned Immortal Sword, but there was no response. He was very anxious. "Send me over!"
"Calm down and trust them. If we get hit by this sword, we'll be dead. "
Gu Yanying said sternly. Even though she had the speed of a Kunpeng, she would be locked on by the Emperor's Sword Will if she rashly approached the Turtle Dragon. There was no way he could escape.
With a phoenix cry, the flowing fire gathered once more. Li Qingshan was reborn, but before he could use any divine abilities, he was grabbed by an invisible force and locked onto by the Emperor's Sword Will.
Golden light flashed in Tuo Long's eyes as he swung his sword a second time.
"True Dragon Emperor Sword, one sword to level the world."
Li Qingshan raised his head and saw the sword light slashing towards his face. His heart was filled with alarm. He knew that this Feng Long was determined to kill him.
If he died again … If it turned into a Phoenix Egg, it would probably not even need Hui Long to swing his sword a third time. Just the remnant might of the sword light would be enough to destroy it.
After a series of bitter battles. Chuo Long understood one thing. If he didn't completely destroy Li Qingshan, this battle wouldn't end. As long as he killed this traitor, the enemy would no longer be a threat to him.
At this critical juncture, Li Qingshan was fearless. He shouted and was about to swing his fist, but a figure blocked in front of him.
"Xiao Ming!"
Luo Hou Xiaoming crossed his arms. There was a deep ball of darkness in them. It kept swallowing the whistling sword aura.
However, in front of such an absolute difference in power, even the Asura Divine Prince couldn't resist.
In the blink of an eye. The darkness was broken. He turned around and nodded at Li Qingshan. Following which, he shattered his bones and used his flesh and blood to block this sword.
Li Qingshan roared. He spread his wings and shot into the sky, pouncing towards the Turtle Dragon in the air. He held the Nine Heaven Living Soil tightly and activated the Earth Force Field again, connecting them tightly.
Fierceness flashed in Chuo Long's eyes. He used the attraction force to swing his sword down.
The twisted blade was like a golden lightning bolt, piercing deep into Li Qingshan's chest. The sword aura rampaged, destroying his body.
Not only did Li Qingshan not dodge, but he also went forward. He opened his arms and hugged Chuo Long tightly, using the Ox Demon Forges its Hide to attack. He opened his bloody mouth and bit Chuo Long's neck. Four of his blade-like teeth were broken by the dragon scales, but the remaining teeth still tore through the dragon scales and drank the dragon blood.
Gu Yanying flew through the air with Little Ann in her arms. She arrived behind Chuo Long in an instant, and the Buddha Slaying Sword stabbed at him silently.
Chuo Long frowned. He grabbed the sword with his claws, and his fingers gripped the blade tightly.
Taking advantage of Gu Yanying's speed, Little Ann's sword was unprecedentedly sharp. It pierced through Chuo Long's claws and continued to stab at Chuo Long's back amidst the sound of metal scraping against metal. However, it was blocked by the layer of golden dragon scales, unable to advance any further.
Time seemed to stop at this moment. Li Qingshan was already heavily injured. Chuo Long only needed to break free, and he would be invincible again. No one would be able to block his path.
At this moment, Little Ann's voice sounded in his ears. It sounded like he was reciting scriptures, but there was not a hint of holiness or solemnity. Instead, it was filled with blasphemy and ominous intent.
The Three Burial Robe that had been floating in the air descended from the sky and wrapped around the four of them.
A figure flew out from the bag and landed heavily on the ruined Dragon Head Mountain. It was Li Qingshan. He was bleeding from his seven orifices, and his body was riddled with holes. The Abandoned Immortal Sword was still stuck in his chest.
Soon after, Gu Yanying and Little Ann also flew out from the bag.
Li Qingshan heaved a sigh of relief. He wanted to get up and fight again, but he couldn't move. His organs and meridians were all shattered, and his body could collapse at any moment. If he had been stabbed by Chuo Long a few more times, he would have turned into an egg.
In any case, this was his last fight, but he didn't know whether he would succeed or fail.
The bag kept tumbling in the sky. Little Ann put her palms together and looked solemn. Her thin red lips opened and closed rapidly as she recited blasphemous scriptures. The Chaotic Soul Bell at her waist rang incessantly as if she was carrying out a funeral ritual.
The bag quickly shrank and turned into a kasaya that wrapped around Chuo Long's body. There was even a string of white prayer beads hanging around her neck. It was as if she had suddenly turned from the emperor of Great Xia into a Buddhist monk.
The kasaya and the prayer beads were the Three Burial Robe and the Skull Prayer Beads.
The scripture was hurried, and the ringing of the bell was chaotic. The Skull Prayer Beads turned into skulls that were cackling strangely. Strings of scripture appeared on the Three Burial Dharma Robe, and they were chanting at the exact same frequency as her.
The three voices chased after one another, rising and falling, merging together. It was extremely chaotic and noisy.
If there were cries of living beings when Chuo Long swung the sword of the emperor, then the voices were like the summons of all the living beings who had died in the Samādhi Flames of White Bone, "Come to our side. There's no more pain or fear. This is the ultimate paradise!"
Even Li Qingshan felt agitated when he heard that. He used the spirit turtle to suppress his mind in a hurry.
"Shut up!"
Chuo Long covered his ears. His face twisted viciously. Hell snakes slithered out from under his scales, raising their heads in Little Ann's direction as if they were listening.
The world is like a house of fire, and all living beings suffer. The sea of bitterness knows no bounds, but who can reach the other shore?
"Is this the White Bone Bodhisattva's True Scripture of the Three Burial?"
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