Disaster descended!
Song Guichan's transformation from the Buddha Form to the Demon Form caused Nan Zhan and Zhu Xiu to have a very strange feeling. The blood-colored roots that grew out of his lotus platform also turned the array into a Shura battlefield. Nan Zhan, who was severely injured in the previous battle, had now become Song Guichan's nourishment. Their Daoist Essence was extracted by Song Guichan, and they were then turned into nourishment for Song Guichan to replenish his Spiritual Power. This transformation was extremely terrifying, and it was even more terrifying than when he absorbed Spiritual Power from the void.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the Daoist Essence of the five cultivators was completely sucked dry. Then, Song Guichan's Spiritual Power surged crazily. Compared to Fang Xing who consumed elixirs and used the Spirit Transformation Scripture to recover his Spiritual Power, Song Guichan also changed from his gentle appearance to a brutal and violent one. Each of his attacks was aimed at the vital parts of Nan Zhan and Zhu Xiu …
"You've forced me to this step. The only ending for you is to fall into the Shura Hell forever!"
Song Guichan's large hand turned into the shape of a golden stone, and he grabbed at Li Hongyi, tearing off one of her arms. If Li Hongyi hadn't reacted quickly and struggled free, she would have been the one being torn apart. Song Guichan threw her arm down, and the blood-colored roots under the lotus platform swam up and swept up the arm along with the blood and flesh that she had spilled in the air.
The flesh on the arm and the blood that had spilled in the air were sucked clean in an instant. Song Guichan closed his eyes slightly, and a very satisfied expression appeared on his face. He said in a hoarse and ruthless voice, "Originally, I didn't want to be known as a person who slaughtered too many people, and I focused on subduing you. However, since you've seen my Demon Form, you can't live anymore!"
"Damn it, he's a very particular person. He's still thinking about his reputation at this point …"
Fang Xing cursed angrily. His heart tightened. He knew that the situation was serious.
Song Guichan was a schemer. He had sent the disciples of the Pure Yang Path out of the array from the very beginning. He had thought that Song Guichan was playing a clumsy trick, but he did not expect that he was waiting here. From the way he treated them, it was obvious that he cherished his reputation. If the disciples of the Pure Yang Path saw this scene, they would probably be killed by him, not to mention Nan Zhan and Zhu Xiu, they would definitely be killed by him.
At this time, Nan Zhan, Zhu Xiu, and the ferocious beasts that followed Fang Xing to fight in the sky had become his prey. Fang Xing had no choice but to put the surviving ferocious beasts into the Hundred Villains Portrait. The injured Nan Zhan, Zhu Xiu, didn't dare to attack Song Guichan anymore. The closer they were to Song Guichan, the more likely they were to be entangled by his Lotus Throne and turned into dust.
"If you are a Buddha, I will kill a Buddha. If you are a demon, I will slay a demon!"
Facing the ferocious Song Guichan, a loud shout rang out. A shadow ruthlessly slashed at the Lotus Throne.
It was the Nan Zhan cultivator Wang Qiongzhong. The robe on her body was torn in many places and her body was exposed, but she didn't care about it at all. She held the Wind and Fire Wheels in her hands and used some kind of secret technique. Her body was enveloped in a layer of faint red light, making her look like a ferocious beast in human form. She forcibly resisted the two wind attribute techniques of Song Guichan and rushed in front of him. The Wind and Fire Wheels erupted with ten times the power of before. With a rumble, the Wind and Fire Wheels collided with each other. The Wind and Fire Wheels borrowed the power of the wind and the wind borrowed the power of the fire. They shattered the void and crushed towards Song Guichan.
From this momentum, it could be seen that this woman had been concealing a part of her strength.
Perhaps, if it wasn't for the fact that Nan Zhan, Zhu Xiu and Song Guichan were in a situation where it was either you die or I die, she would have continued to conceal her strength.
At this moment, a hint of malice flashed in Song Guichan's eyes.
The sudden burst of power from this woman made him feel threatened, and he became furious.
"I am a Buddha, and all of you must surrender. I am a demon, and all of you shall die …"
As he roared, Song Guichan suddenly formed a hand seal. His expression was piercingly cold and solemn, and his voice sounded as if it came from the depths of hell. "Great technique …"
"… Hundred Weapon Tomb!"
Rumble!
As the seal was formed, the void trembled like the surface of the water.
As the hand seal was formed, a spear covered in golden runes appeared. It was filled with killing intent and had an ancient aura.
After that, a giant ax appeared. It was ten feet long and black.
Then, a saber, a hammer …
One after another, weapons appeared one after another. Each of them represented a terrifying Slaughter Law as they floated in the void.
With every weapon that appeared, the ferocious Wang Qiongzhong faced more resistance. She was suppressed by the hundreds of weapons in the air.
Great technique!
The spell technique that Song Guichan was unleashing was no longer an ordinary spell technique. Instead, it was one of his trump cards.
There were thousands of cultivation techniques in the world, and they were passed down from generation to generation. In the world, there were seven types of techniques: Dao, Heaven, Immortal, God, Mystic, Law, and Foundational. Each word represented a realm. Only when a technique was pushed to the limit of a divine-level technique and broke through the last barrier would it be qualified to be called a "great technique".
The three techniques that Uncle Gen taught Fang Xing, the Golden Crow, and Wu Sang 'er were of this type.
The Rain Summoning and Lightning Summoning techniques that the Dragon God taught Fang Xing were also of this type.
The Great Sword Demon Technique that Fang Xing had learned from the black sword embryo also belonged to this category. Of course, the difference was that the Great Sword Demon Technique had a mysterious origin and naturally had its own profundities. Even though Fang Xing had barely grasped it, he still couldn't be considered to have a true understanding of it.
At this moment, Song Guichan was using his great technique, which meant that he was using his true power.
Wang Qiong, who had unleashed a secret technique that allowed her to instantly unleash ten times her normal strength, wanted to shock the world with a single brilliant feat and slay Song Guichan. However, she did not expect that she would be trapped by Song Guichan's powerful technique, and her entire body was suppressed in the void. Under the restraining power of the laws, she was unable to move at all, and her heart was pounding in fear as strands of killing intent entangled her like silk threads.
"Chi!"
A wound suddenly appeared on her chest. It looked like she had been slashed by a saber.
"Pfff!"
Another bloody hole appeared on her body. It looked like a gunshot wound …
None of the weapons floating in the air touched her body, but the laws had already manifested on her body.
Instantly, wounds appeared one after another. Wang Qiong was on the brink of death, and she couldn't resist at all.
The blood-colored roots under Song Guichan's lotus platform had already slithered out like snakes and wrapped around her body. It didn't take Wang Qiong's life in an instant. It was obvious that Song Guichan wanted Wang Qiong's Dao Source Dharma Power. Although he could still absorb the flesh and blood of a person after they died, it wasn't as powerful and lively as the Dao Source Dharma Power of a living person.
"Great Sword Demon Technique!"
"Nine Headed Infant Body!"
"Croak, croak, croak … Instantly killed two Golden Core Mahayana Stage cultivators, the invincible golden wings …"
Seeing this, Fang Xing, Li Ying, and the Great Golden Crow who were closer to Wang Qiong hurried over to help.
On the other side, Han Ying and Li Hongyi, who were still fighting, also attacked Song Guichan in an attempt to help them.
However, after Song Guichan used his first great technique, he kept attacking.
"Great Art of the Underworld!"
The peacock formed by the Fire Spirit appeared around him again, but this time, it had turned black and had three heads. Black flames surged from its body, containing infinite violence and ferociousness. It flew around him, and then rushed towards Li Ying who had turned into a malicious spirit and was rushing towards him. This peacock originally had a Buddhist nature, but in an instant, it had turned into a terrifying devil. Its body was filled with ghostly aura, and vengeful spirits were entwined around it. It looked even more miserable than Li Ying, and contained countless resentment.
Boom!
The middle head of the black peacock swallowed Li Ying, and then the black flames around it shrank as if it was trying to refine him.
"Great Art of Five Lightning!"
Behind him, a bolt of lightning shot into the sky and then split into five bolts, entangling the Golden Crow like a rope. Even though the Golden Crow's power was boundlessly ferocious and his Qi and blood were so rich that they exceeded the imagination of ordinary Golden Core cultivators, he was unable to break free from the five bolts of divine lightning. He was struck by the lightning until he cried out loudly and flapped his wings wildly, stirring up whirlwinds and turbulent spiritual energy in the air.
"Great Art of Destruction!"
Song Guichan spread open his sleeves and gusts of fierce wind gushed out from within. It was as if the wind could uproot a city and swept towards Han Ying. There were actually countless tiny wind blades in the wind. The corpse of a Nan Zhan cultivator was entangled in the air by the roots of the Lotus Platform. It had not been completely absorbed yet, but when it was blown by the wind, its flesh and blood were instantly scraped off, leaving only white bones behind.
No matter how cold Han Ying was, he was still shocked. He swung the spear in his hand, continuously tearing the void around him, using the cracks in the void to prevent the strange wind from getting close to him. But in this way, every attack had to have the power to tear through the void, and the consumption was indescribable. The strange wind was endless, and Han Ying could only watch helplessly as the circle of defense became smaller and smaller.
After that, Song Guichan put his hands together. "Great Whip Mountain Technique!"
A huge mountain suddenly appeared in the sky. It was thousands of feet tall, as if it had grown out of the sky. It wasn't an illusion, but an extremely real mountain, and it happened to grow between him and Fang Xing. As the mountain grew taller, Fang Xing was pushed back by it. When the mountain grew, Fang Xing was already thousands of feet away from Song Guichan.
"Great Red Lotus Technique!"
A cold smile appeared on Song Guichan's face, and he pointed at Li Hongyi. A lotus bloomed in the void, and a faint red light wrapped around Li Hongyi's body. Li Hongyi, who was shocked, tried to use his spiritual power to struggle out, but the fear on his face gradually faded. His expression became more and more indifferent, and he gave up struggling. In the end, he actually slowly knelt down in front of Song Guichan, as if he had surrendered, but there was still a hint of unwillingness in his eyes.
Since the Nan Zhan cultivator came to the Divine Continent, he was the most stubborn and unyielding person, and now he was kneeling at the feet of Song Guichan.
A smile appeared on Song Guichan's face, and he slowly looked at Fang Xing, who had been pushed thousands of feet away. His expression was one of madness, arrogance, and mockery. "Fellow Fang, you've already lost. Do you have anything else to say?"
Fang Xing, who was thousands of feet away, hung his head, and looked very depressed. He was alone, and he said with waning interest, "Looks like you've really learned all the spells in the Northern Region of the Divine Continent … That's too arrogant. I guess I'll never be able to compare to you in terms of spells in my lifetime. Apart from some things that I have to learn, I really can't find the energy to learn anything else …"
Hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Song Guichan's face, but Fang Xing's next words made him slightly startled.
"But if you want to say something, there's one more thing …"
Fang Xing raised his head, and his voice gradually became unusually suppressed and angry. "Even if you've learned 8,000 spells, you're not invincible!" As he spoke, he raised his hands, one above and one below, as if he was pushing a millstone. Spiritual energy gathered like flowing clouds in the air. "I have a master who treats me very well. Not only does he protect me, he even taught me the first spell that I've ever cultivated in my entire life. It's called the Yin Yang Millstone. You guys bullied him, so I came up the mountain today to help him vent his anger …"
At this point, Fang Xing exhaled, and his voice was like spring thunder, and the sound waves rolled as if they were sweeping across the sky.
"Today, I'll use the Great Yin Yang Millstone to break your 8,000 spells!"
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