Knowing that Miao Yi had already sent two billion troops, and that Yan Xiu and Heng Wudao's troops would come as reinforcements, Yan Xiao was reassured. He believed that he would have no problem waiting for the arrival of two billion troops.
Knowing that Miao Yi was going to fight the final battle against Qing and Fo, Yan Xiao began to worry about Miao Yi's safety. He had seen the strength of Qing and Fo before. They were definitely figures who could take the head of a general in an army of ten thousand, not to mention there were two of them. He knew that if something happened to Miao Yi, defeating Qing and Fo's troops would be useless. This side would definitely descend into chaos. How could the various factions submit to each other? Now, only Miao Yi, who had made them submit, could control them!
"Two Mysterious Goddesses, Qing and Fo's strength are extraordinary. I'm afraid that His Majesty is in danger. I hope that the two of you can rush over and help him as soon as possible." Yan Xiao, who was worried, expressed his sincere request to the two Mysterious Goddesses of the Phoenix Clan.
The two did not decline and immediately agreed to hurry over. They left the dragons and phoenixes here to assist them. If anything happened here, the dragons and phoenixes could cover Yan Xiao's retreat.
Yu Luocha led ten thousand elite disciples to escort them.
Charcoal wanted to go too, but was stopped by the two Mystical Ladies. The others did not know how to command the Hell Mantises guarding the central army …
Miao Yi waited until Qing Yue's troops met up, then immediately led his men back. Along the way, he locked onto Qing and Fo with his Third Eye.
They had great ambitions to unify the world.
They cut off all means of retreat, determined to determine the victor.
The two armies inevitably confronted each other in the starry sky.
On one side, nearly seven billion troops spread out in the starry sky, full of vigor.
On the other side, one billion troops stood in formation, determined not to retreat.
As the two armies confronted each other, the commanders of both sides met, each with different emotions.
Miao Yi could still vaguely recall the scene when he first met Qing Zhu in the Imperial Garden. Back then, he never thought that he would one day be qualified to face off against Qing Zhu's army. He never thought that he would actually have the chance to replace Qing Zhu. Back then, Qing Zhu could easily place him on the line between life and death with just a single word. Those bitter struggles for survival were like yesterday. Qing Zhu probably never thought that this day would come!
Buddhist Lord fiddled with the rosary beads in his hand, carefully looking at Miao Yi.
Lord Qing was furious the moment he saw Miao Yi. He thought about how his wife, Xiahou Chengyu, had fallen into Miao Yi's hands, how his son, Yuan Venerate Qing, had been killed by Miao Yi, and how Zhan Ruyi and his unborn child had died in the hands of Miao Yi.
To him, he felt that he was nurturing a tiger only to invite calamity.
But to Miao Yi, he didn't think that Master Qing had taken much care of him all those years ago. Everything had been achieved through his careful maneuvering.
In any case, this was a new and old grudge for Qing Zhu. When he saw Miao Yi, his eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He jabbed his finger at Miao Yi and bellowed, "Traitor! Hurry up and die! "
Miao Yi replied in a clear voice, "The hearts of everyone in the world are against you, and it's all in front of you. Hurry up and surrender, and you may be spared from death!" He casually grabbed the Nine Cauldron Sword in his hand.
Seeing the Nine Cauldron Sword, he couldn't help but think about how his father and son were instigated and turned against each other. Qing Zhu drew his sword and roared, "Do you dare to fight me to the death!"
Miao Yi sneered, "A turtle in a jar dares to speak of bravery?"
A great battle was about to break out at any moment. Unexpectedly, an indifferent and contemptuous voice came from the starry sky. "You are right. You are all turtles in a jar!" The voice was sonorous.
Everyone turned their heads in unison, looking in the direction of the voice that came from along with the fluctuation of transcendence energy. All they saw was a black line drifting towards them from afar.
As the black line approached them, it suddenly flipped over. It was a piece of black cloth drifting in the starry sky. There were patterns embroidered with golden threads on it. To be more precise, it was a black kasaya. If it weren't for the voice, it would have been difficult to notice it.
"Mi ma ni weng …" A Sanskrit chant could be heard. It didn't sound very loud, but it was as loud as a large bell, shaking the hearts of those who heard it.
In that instant, countless people fell into a daze.
Even Miao Yi was dazed. The transcendence energy within his body bounced up and cleansed his body. In an instant, he regained consciousness.
The moment he regained consciousness, Miao Yi was shocked. He immediately thought of a person — the Demonic Monk Nan Bo!
At this moment, Miao Yi was secretly groaning. The Demonic Monk had appeared at this time. Could it be that his transcendence energy had already recovered to its former peak? If that was the case, then he would be in deep trouble. If the Demonic Monk dared to appear, then he must have something to rely on.
He remembered Xiahou Tuo saying that the Demonic Monk would need ten thousand years to return to his former peak. It hadn't even been ten thousand years. He had been in hiding for so many years. Why would he come out at this time? Could it be that this old demon had been waiting for this moment?
Miao Yi quickly looked to his left and right. He realized that there were many people with confused expressions. Even though they had made preparations to defend against the Demonic Monk, not everyone had sealed off their six senses.
On the other hand, Qing Fu and Fo's expressions didn't seem to be affected at all. He didn't know what kind of preparations they had made beforehand.
Qing Fu and Fo also had shocked expressions on their faces.
At this moment, the sound of a zither rang out. It was gentle, but gradually grew louder. It was as though it was covering the sky and earth.
The people who had fallen into a trance shuddered. It was as though they had just woken up from a nightmare. It was as though the sound of the zither had pulled their thoughts back from the abyss.
Qing Fu and Fo's expressions changed again. Both of them abruptly turned their heads to look.
Everyone looked towards the source of the zither's sound, only to see a gigantic dragon ship that resembled white jade sailing towards them from the depths of space. The dragon ship was massive and exquisite. It was a majestic sight to behold. Many zombies were chained to their bodies as they dragged the gigantic dragon ship forward. It was an awe-inspiring sight to behold.
The members of the Ten Elements Palace stood in a 'V' formation at the bow of the ship. On the deck of the ship, the Sorcerer, who wore a bamboo hat and held a staff in his hand, stood on the right. On the left, Lord White, who wore a black cloak and a tall black hat, stood in the middle, strumming a zither that was more than ten feet long.
The zither was embossed with the sun, moon, and stars. Three dragon heads seemed to be peeking out from the sea of clouds. The dragon's body was made up of three different colors, and judging from the design, there should have been eight strings. For some reason, there were only three left.
White hair hung down from his temples. He wore a plain green cloak that wrapped around his white robes. One of his hands was hidden under the cloak, while the other was elegantly strumming the three strings with his slender fingers. His expression was calm, and his starry eyes took in the entire situation of the army. The sound of the zither came from this dragon ship. It came from Lord White's subordinates.
The Netherdragon Ship! The Sorcerer! Miao Yi's pupils shrank as he stared at the man playing the zither. After so many years, he finally met him again. However, he chose to show himself now. Miao Yi couldn't be sure if the other party was a friend or foe.
Qing Fu and Qing Fu's morale had already been suppressed. They stared at the man playing the zither on the dragon ship. He was as elegant and elegant as ever. After being trapped for so many years, he only seemed to have aged a little.
Miao Yi couldn't be sure if the other party was a friend or foe, but they could be sure that Lord White didn't come with good intentions!
Previously, the two of them had been thinking that they could escape even if they lost the battle. Now, however, they were no longer confident.
There were also the zombies dragging the dragon ship. Qing Fu and the others were no strangers to these zombies. Many of them exchanged glances with one another.
Standing on the deck of the ship, Lord White's face twitched violently. He thought about Shangguan Qing, whom he had killed, and seemed to realize that he had done something wrong.
The black kasaya that floated over suddenly opened up. It was folded in half. As soon as the kasaya opened up, a group of people emerged from within. Teng and Cheng recognized Ying Yue as well as Ying Jiuguang's former subordinates. However, they didn't recognize Zuo 'er, who had already regained her youth.
A tall, barefooted monk appeared before them. He had a high nose bridge, deep cheeks, and prominent cheekbones. It was the Demonic Monk Nan Bo. He raised his hand and tugged on the corner of the kasaya. The kasaya flipped over and draped over his shoulder, concealing the sturdy muscles on his chest.
With Shangguan Qing's trusted subordinate, Du Qiao, as a spy, it wasn't difficult for him to find the army's movements. However, Shangguan Qing was later killed by Lord White. As Shangguan Qing's trusted subordinate, Du Qiao wasn't spared either. In fact, he had been following Qing Fu and the others all this time, waiting for an opportunity to show himself. It was just that his methods were special, so he wasn't discovered.
Just as he had told Zuo 'er before, he had to wait for everyone to arrive. Otherwise, if any of them escaped, even he would have a hard time finding them.
Qing Fu and Cheng Qing stared at the barefooted monk draped in a black kasaya with a hint of fear in their eyes. They could still face Lord White bravely, but facing the Demonic Monk Nan Bo, they couldn't help but feel fear.
The Demonic Monk Nan Bo swept his gaze across Qing Fu and Cheng Qing — the two men who had tried to kill him in the sealed lands. His gaze fell on Miao Yi's face, and he recalled how he had almost died at Miao Yi's hands. A strange smile appeared on his face. "Niu Youde, we meet again!"
Compared to Qing Fu and Cheng Qing, he hated Miao Yi even more. Ever since he had roamed the world, no one had ever treated him like an idiot. Given his status, he had run around to do Miao Yi's bidding for this Blood Lotus. Even after he had completed the task, Miao Yi refused to acknowledge it. Not only did Miao Yi refuse to acknowledge it, but Miao Yi even tried to kill him. How could there be such a shameless and hateful person in this world?
Miao Yi remained expressionless and didn't reply. He turned to look at Lord White. He knew that the Demonic Monk was here, but Lord White still showed up. Were they on the same side, or did he have nothing to fear?
The music stopped, and the Netherdragon Ship also stopped some distance away.
The Demonic Monk Nan Bo abruptly turned around and looked straight at the Netherdragon Ship. He stared at Lord White and sneered. Then, he turned to look at the Shaman and grinned deeply.
The Sorcerer, who had always been calm, lowered his bamboo hat. He did not dare to meet the demonic monk's gaze. He actually felt like he was trembling.
The demonic monk Nan Bo's gaze returned to the opposing army, his voice reverberating, "Fight! Continue fighting, why aren't you fighting? "
No one made a sound. Even those who did not recognize the demonic monk Nan Bo could roughly guess who it was from the Sanskrit chant that had almost controlled everyone.
With the appearance of the Demonic Monk and the Netherdragon Ship, the atmosphere of the battlefield that had been on the verge of breaking out vanished without a trace.
The Ying faction's old subordinates revealed mocking smiles, but also excited expressions. They had been waiting for this day for a long time. This was especially true for Ying Yue. Her venomous gaze swept across Qing Zhu, Teng Fei, Cheng Taize, and Miao Yi from time to time.
In the distance, a group of people hurriedly stopped. They were the two Empyrean Maidens of the Phoenix Clan and Yu Luocha.
The two Mystical Fairies stretched out their hands to stop him, their faces filled with terror as they exclaimed, "Demon Monk Nan Bo!"
They had fought the Demonic Monk Nan Bo face-to-face a long time ago, so they knew just how terrifying he was.
Yu Luocha had only seen the Demonic Monk's divine soul before, but not his true form. She was shocked when she heard the Mystical Monk Nan Bo's name. This old monster actually showed up at a time like this. This was truly a matter of life and death.
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