Green, red, yellow, white, black, green, purple, red, cyanide, the nine colors soared into the sky and penetrated into the depths of the earth. It was beautiful and real, like the misty rain and ever-changing clouds, exuding a sense of vastness and loftiness.
A majestic and sacred aura came from the Ninth Heaven along the nine-colored passage. Before it even got close, Mengqi's body and mind were already trembling. He wanted to worship it, but he could not resist it.
The power of the gods, the wonder of incense!
In the chaos and darkness, Mengqi's Immortal Primeval Form seemed to have condensed into a point and revealed its consciousness. It sat in between his eyebrows and resisted the power of incense and the power of the gods.
Mengqi quickly regained consciousness and the coldness in his heart was replaced by a burning desire to fight. His eyes were filled with desperation.
So what if the gods came? He would rather die standing than kneel and linger on his last breath!
If he did not die, he would live forever. What was there to be afraid of?
His body expanded and his aura disturbed the heaven and earth. The muscles on his back wriggled and suddenly, two arms grew out. All four of them held a sword in the left and a knife in the right. The knife momentum was heavy and the sword light shone brightly. They were in pairs and chopped down at the same time. Two of them even activated the power of Precious Weapons. The terrifying feeling it contained made the nearby priests of the Cult of the Gory Seas breathless and dare not stop it.
Until now, Mengqi did not regret delaying the time to get rid of the assassin who could escape into the void, so that the little foodie would not have to worry about anything. Just like what Wen Jing said, if he did not create a doppelganger and hid in the folds of Ruan Yushu's clothes to kill the assassin, the little foodie would not be able to fight against the hidden Taoist master. Under the situation of sometimes slow, sometimes heavy, sometimes involving, and sometimes illusions, even if his body was strong, it would inevitably be delayed. It would also delay time and he would not be able to stop the completion of the altar.
No matter what he did, the result would be the same!
It was better to regret that he realized it too late. If he had realized it half a day earlier, the situation would have been different!
Of course, if it was not almost completed, how could the hiding of the altar fail?
Instead of worrying about these things, it was better to throw them to the back of one's mind and focus on dealing with the crisis at hand!
As the swords and sabers collided, two spots of white light that could blind the eyes of the Exterior appeared almost at the same spot. The extremely dazzling white light instantly filled the sky and the earth. The priests of the Cult of the Gory Seas screamed one after another as the bloody light around them evaporated and blood flowed out of their eyes. Not daring to face the attack head-on, they fell down the altar along with the airflow.
Rumble!
Only after the white expanse did the sound erupt, shaking them until they were deafened and dizzy, almost causing them to fall weakly onto the ground. Meanwhile, the storm that could tear apart everything surged towards the Nine-Colored Divine Dao, the path to heaven!
Right at this moment, a fist appeared at the highest point of the nine colored mist. It was coiled with a divine golden glow and emitted a dense aura of Wish Energy, and it displayed numerous scenes of offering sacrifices to the heavens and the earth. It overlapped layer upon layer, and it was like the nine heavens were pressing down as it struck down towards the Stellar Burial.
The Saint Emperor of Benevolence had arrived!
Without the sacrifices of his descendants who ruled over the world, even if his body was immortal, he would have died long ago. How could he be reborn from the incense and Wish Energy?
For other gods, they each had their own source of Wish Energy, so the change of dynasties did not affect their survival. However, for the Saint Emperor of Benevolence, it was a matter of life and death. Once he found an opportunity, he would not hesitate to appear in a dream and attempt to descend. Now that victory was in sight, how could he not give it his all?
Bang!
The raging storm of destruction was dispersed, and the dazzling white light disappeared. The entire altar burst with golden light like the Grand Sun. All Mengqi felt was the weight of the two swords and sabers. A terrifying force rushed towards him, causing him to lose his balance and fly backward. His ribs felt like they were about to break, and his breathing seemed to have stopped.
"This is not the power of the Dharmakaya!"
"At most, half a step!"
"Is it because the passage was temporarily constructed and could not withstand such a strong force, so it needs to descend slowly?"
Mengqi, who was sent flying like a ball, did not despair. Instead, he was pleasantly surprised. "This means that there is still a chance!"
He, who had activated two Exquisite Precious Weapons at the same time, felt a little sluggish and exhausted. For a moment, he could not control his body and was about to fall into the Nu River.
Suddenly, a flying rope shot over and wrapped around Mengqi's body, pulling him back to the warship. It was Hou Yue, the Red Coat Army.
"There is still a chance! Everyone, do your best! "Mengqi looked at Ruan Yushu, Zhao Heng, and Hu Zhigao and roared to boost their morale.
After a while, he threw the driftwood again and tried to fly to the altar.
At this time, the altar was only slightly damaged. The misty nine colors still stood proudly, and a golden-armored spirit appeared inside. Its breath was majestic and vast, but as Meng Qi had judged, it was still not the feeling of a Dharmakaya, and it was still slowly strengthening!
He took a step forward and landed on the river. Hovering in mid-air, he raised his right hand and punched at the warship where Mengqi, Ruan Yushu, and the others were.
Even so, if not for the protection of the light spot, Shen Yunqing, who would have been killed by the shockwave, kept muttering the words "Great Ancestor" in excitement.
Zhu Shou, Miao Hu, Feng Jingtang, and Liu Shunshui had already gone berserk when the altar was nearing completion. They gave it their all because they knew that once the God Spirit descended, they would have no chance of survival. If not now, then when?
However, even the most conservative Liu Tuizhi dared to fight with his life on the line after the god's arrival, let alone the others. Even though there was no obvious difference in strength between the two sides, they were still evenly matched. When the Saint Emperor of Benevolence arrived, Zhu Shou and the others lost their momentum and fell into a disadvantageous position, unable to help.
The Inherited Heaven Sword grew more impatient and the Emperor Saber refused to budge.
Dugu Shi's saber shadows appeared one after another. He pointed to the sky as a cage and "drew" the ground as a prison. He bound Immortal Wanshi and Qi Zhengyan within his saber momentum.
Suddenly, Qi Zhengyan's skin turned transparent and red. Six arms grew out of his body. He held the Dragon Stripe Golden Sword in one hand and the Blood Clan in the other. He also had the Crimson Fire Lotus, the Filthy Spike, the Sword of Slaughter, and the Claw of Destruction.
He swung his six arms at the same time and smashed them at Qi Zhengyan. Destruction rose in all directions, killing intent dispersed, flames burned the sky, and ice froze the void!
Dugu Shi's saber radiance flashed. His left and right sides seemed to tremble, concealing countless changes. He slashed at the doomsday-like scene, but Qi Zhengyan was nowhere to be seen.
Immortal Wanshi bit the tip of his tongue. His hair was disheveled as he fought with all his might. The clanging of the saber and the sword clashed incessantly, destroying the clouds and overturning the warship.
The two Taishang Sword Masters in Jiang Zhiwei's eyes became increasingly clear. They were all condensed from Sword Qi, forming a triangle with the one behind her.
"Dao begets One, One begets Two, Two begets Three, and Three begets all things!"
Sword radiance flashed in all directions. All of a sudden, all the sword radiance converged. Each sword was faster than the last, like a rainbow flying out of the sky. There was no self, no other, no life, no death, and only offense. Jiang Zhiwei brandished her sword as if she did not care about her own life!
Wen Jing knew what she was planning. He subconsciously stepped back and avoided the brunt of her attacks, allowing her to find an opportunity to return to the surface of the river and attack the Saint Emperor of Benevolence.
To him, there was no way he would put his life on the line if he could just sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor!
The Saint Emperor of Benevolence was a Dharmakaya deity. Now that half of his power had descended upon them, there was no way they could survive. When the time came, Wen Jing would seize the opportunity to deal another blow to them before they died. That way, he would be able to reap Karma points!
With the deity in the sky, the waters of the Nu River suddenly stopped roaring. Everything seemed to have come to a standstill.
The Saint Emperor of Benevolence looked down at Mengqi and the others, who were still trying to attack. He clenched his right hand into a fist and punched downward. Tiny black cracks appeared on the edge of his fist. It was a terrifying sight.
Suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air not far from his side. It was the expressionless Qi Zhengyan!
His eyes had vertical pupils, so dark that they seemed bottomless. The Saint Emperor of Benevolence's mind buzzed and his fist slowed down for a moment.
Seizing the opportunity, Ruan Yushu activated the Zither of Seven Deities. His robes fluttered in the wind as he strummed the strings with both hands.
Clang!
An ancient bell appeared and rang with a sound that shook the Three Realms. The Saint Emperor of Benevolence was stunned.
Qi Zhengyan swung his six arms and a transparent sword light appeared in front of him. The sword light shot out like a dragon and wrapped around the Saint Emperor of Benevolence before he could recover. Layers of ice walls formed around the Saint Emperor of Benevolence. Even the light spots of the Saint Emperor of Benevolence seemed to be frozen.
The Taishang Sword in Jiang Zhiwei's eyes burned fiercely. She stomped on the driftwood and soared into the air. The Sword of the Sun-Penetrating Rainbow was unsealed. Its light was so pure and fast that it slowed everything around it. The Exterior experts nearby felt like they had been trapped in a time cage and the Saint Emperor of Benevolence's mind was slowed.
This sword was more like the Twenty-three Swords Technique. It lacked the feeling of the Anatta Sword and was almost burning the Vital Spirit. Heaven and earth seemed to have slowed down!
Zhao Heng also activated his Fish Dragon Sword and thrust it straight up, displaying the last move of the Eight Strokes of Heaven and Earth.
The sword light shot up into the sky and exploded when it reached its highest point, falling down like a rain of swords. Each sword light was shaped like an imperial edict and connected layer by layer, changing the laws of heaven and earth. Yin turned into Yang, softness into hardness, and the sea of Vital Qi turned into shackles that bound the Saint Emperor of Benevolence together with the sword light.
The Saint Emperor of Benevolence was instantly under the Saint Emperor of Benevolence's control. Mengqi lowered his three arms and raised the Saber of the Shattered Jade to activate it. At the same time, he opened all the Aperture acupoints in his body. His Interior condensed into the "Heavens" and even his body seemed to be collapsing into one.
The bow of the ship suddenly sank. The place where Mengqi stood was dark and chaotic. It was as if he had returned to the beginning of the universe and nothing else could be seen.
Suddenly, a dazzling flash of the saber lit up the darkness. The first ray of light broke through the Chaos, pierced through the void, and arrived before the Saint Emperor of Benevolence in an instant.
He didn't hold back in the slightest and didn't use any mystical support. There was only a sharpness that cut through the void, cut through the Primal Chaos, and cut out the sharpness of a world!
All of a sudden, the Saint Emperor of Benevolence's golden blade aura shot out from his body and slithered through the ice walls like a slippery fish. It split into two, then four, and then into countless blade auras that clanked against the layers of ice walls and shackles. The friction with the sluggish, almost frozen feeling was enough to make one dizzy.
Crack!
The Shattering Jade Saber and Jiang Zhiwei's white rainbow attack arrived, and the golden saber aura almost broke through the shackles of the ice wall, surging out like an ocean!
Dang dang dang dang dang!
The saber auras and the sword auras rained down, stirring up waves hundreds of feet high and killing the soldiers who couldn't dodge in time. Jiang Zhiwei's sluggishness allowed her to pierce through layer after layer of golden light. Mengqi took advantage of the gap and shot his saber aura straight at the Saint Emperor of Benevolence's Mystic Gate.
Boom!
The Saint Emperor of Benevolence shook off the sluggishness. He opened his mouth and spat out an explosive white gas, causing Mengqi's saber aura to pause for a moment.
He raised his left hand to block the attack between his eyebrows.
Crack!
The Saint Emperor of Benevolence frowned when the saber collided with his hand.
In an instant, Mengqi and Jiang Zhiwei were blown back by the Light of Will that had turned into a gale.
The Saint Emperor of Benevolence lowered his head and looked at the shallow wound on his palm. His eyes were filled with anger. It had been so many years since his body had been injured, but now, it had been wounded by a few ants!
Clang!
Just then, a Dharma Form that looked like a fairy playing the zither appeared behind Ruan Yushu. It suddenly leaped into the white-robed body, burning with ferocious energy. Ruan Yushu played the seven-stringed zither again and again, producing a ringing sound that shook the three realms.
The Saint Emperor of Benevolence, who was about to take advantage of the situation and crush the ants, was once again slowed down. Qi Zhengyan's deep eyes burned with fire. The Dragon Stripe Golden Sword turned into a cold gust of wind and pounced at the Saint Emperor of Benevolence.
The Saint Emperor of Benevolence's aura froze, revealing a variety of colors, including blue and light green. The Saint Emperor of Benevolence's golden armor was melted by the filth, and the blood-red light seeped into his body. The Saint Emperor of Benevolence's indifferent eyes momentarily lost their clarity.
Just as Zhao Heng was about to use his secret technique to summon the Fish Dragon Sword again, he suddenly saw streaks of dark green saber aura raining down on the weakened Ruan Yushu.
Every saber aura was a skeleton's demonic soul. They opened their mouths and bit at the Vital Qi, sending shivers down everyone's spine.
Wen Jing seized the opportunity to kill an enemy first. Not only could he earn some Karma points, but he could also help the Saint Emperor of Benevolence.
Gritting his teeth, Zhao Heng activated his secret technique and stepped in front of Ruan Yushu. A golden dragon flew out from his imperial robe, releasing the Qi of Merits and allowing the skeletons to bite and slash at him. Ruan Yushu, on the other hand, was so weak that his hands and lips were trembling as he swallowed the Immortality Elixir of East Pole. Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! As the demonic soul saber aura continued to slash at Zhao Heng, Mengqi took another deep breath and made a turn in the air. While he was still able to maintain the Law Phenomenon, the Immortal Primeval Form appeared behind him. From an outsider's point of view, it looked like a Taoist sitting in the middle of the stage, with no top or bottom, no left or right, no front or back.
The Knack of Celestial Will!
The "Primeval Priest" flew out. His left hand was Yang, while his right hand was Yin. He combined them in a mysterious way, forming a picture of Yin and Yang in the air. It spun continuously and headed toward the Saint Emperor of Benevolence. Meanwhile, Mengqi's massive body once again activated his Divine Weapon. The tip of his saber dragged out a subtle Chaotic Hole, and the sword aura blossomed everywhere. Double Burial of the Stars!
At this point, Mengqi gave it his all and launched a three-pronged attack!
However, just as Jiang Zhiwei was about to burn her Vital Spirit to combine the Twenty-three Swords Skill and the Anatta Sword, a zhanmadao flew toward her. It whistled and hit the side of her sword, sending her flying and crashing into the deck of the warship.
Immortal Wanshi was, after all, much weaker than Du Gushi. Seizing the opportunity, he threw the saber in his hand and fought with his fists and feet!
Mengqi's mind was blank. He paid no attention to Jiang Zhiwei, Zhao Heng, and the others. All he could see was the Saint Emperor of Benevolence hovering in the air. Golden rays radiated from the Saint Emperor of Benevolence, cutting through the bloody light, expelling the filth, and breaking the ice around him.
The black and white fish of Yin and Yang collided with each other. The ice instantly turned to high temperatures, turning the bloody light into a haze, and the filth into colored glaze. The Saint Emperor of Benevolence screamed in pain, but at the same time, he became compassionate and merciful.
The Seal of Yin and Yang slammed into the Saint Emperor of Benevolence. The Saint Emperor of Benevolence's golden armor softened and the golden rays of defense scattered in all directions. For a moment, the Saint Emperor of Benevolence was like a defenseless fortress.
"Chance!"
Gnashing his teeth, Mengqi clashed the two swords and sabers that had been imbued with the power of the Supreme-Grade.
Scorching white light burst forth, leaving nothing but white on the surface of the river for hundreds of miles. The high temperature evaporated the upper layer of the water, and a destructive storm surged toward the Saint Emperor of Benevolence.
"Boom!
Boom! "
A terrifying explosion rang out. Many of the combatants felt dizzy and fell into the water.
Mengqi felt a burst of golden light before he was engulfed by a powerful force that struck his chest.
"Bam!" Mengqi was sent flying, crashing through one warship after another. His Kunlun Taoist robe was torn to shreds, and the pale golden light around him cracked inch by inch. His body shrank and returned to its original state. His breath was weak, and he no longer had the strength to fight.
Taking advantage of the storm, Zhao Heng, Qi Zhengyan, and Jiang Zhiwei were finally free. They consumed the Immortality Elixir of East Pole to recover their strength and fight again.
Mengqi fell beside Ruan Yushu. The white light dissipated, and there was no one in the air.
"Dead?"
"The Saint Emperor of Benevolence is dead?"
"Or has the power that descended been dispersed?"
Just as Mengqi was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the nine-colored mist rising into the sky. The passage was still there, and a familiar figure stood inside. His golden armor was broken, and his flesh was a bloody mess. It was the Saint Emperor of Benevolence!
His breath had weakened significantly, but the power from beyond the Nine Heavens still descended, allowing him to quickly recover to his previous state. His wounds and golden armor quickly healed.
He looked at Mengqi and the others with cold eyes.
"For thousands of years, no one has been able to hurt this body of mine, but you have."
"Unfortunately, you will never understand how powerful a deity can be. I have diverted most of my power to suppress the connection between the Path of Heaven and the Nine Hells to prevent evil spirits from invading, but this is all you can do."
"The moment you failed to stop me from descending and vent my anger, your fate was sealed. No matter how much you struggle, it is futile!"
"Despair, weep, and enjoy the last moments of your lives."
The Saint Emperor of Benevolence recovered in an instant and stepped out of the Path of Heaven. He looked no different from before!
"Despair, weep, and enjoy the last moments of your lives," the indifferent voice said. Mengqi's heart sank as he looked at the unscathed Saint Emperor of Benevolence.
He had expended a great deal of effort, at the cost of losing all his combat strength, but he had only injured the Saint Emperor of Benevolence for a brief moment. He had recovered in the span of a breath!
"Is this the power of a deity?"
"There's no way I can resist …"
The deity's voice affected the weakened Mengqi, making him feel depressed and hopeless. Zhu Shou, Miao Hu, Immortal Wanshi, and Du Huaishang all looked miserable. Some were contemplating surrendering, while others wanted to drag someone down with them even if it meant dying.
Everyone was in despair.
Ruan Yushu's Genuine Vitality had recovered, but his face was still pale. He played the zither with both hands, his heart as cold as the moon. He planned to play the 12 Magical Sounds of Langhuan again.
At that moment, Qi Zhengyan's voice reached Mengqi and the others' ears.
"I'll be the main attacker. You guys hold him back. I have my own secret technique to drag him down to the Nine Earths. It'll be difficult for him to escape."
His tone was firm, but Mengqi could hear the sigh of death in his voice.
"Senior Brother Qi won't be able to escape. Will he sacrifice himself for us?"
Suddenly, Jiang Zhiwei sent him a message, her voice clear and pleasant.
"I'll do it. Maybe I can trigger the trick that Master left on me in this moment of life and death."
This was an illusory hope. No matter how strong Su Wuming was, he had not reached the Dharmakaya level. This was a true god! Mengqi could almost see the tragic deaths of Qi Zhengyan and Jiang Zhiwei, but he could tell that they had not given up, given up, or given up.
Tears welled up in his eyes. He hated his own helplessness.
Jiang Zhiwei suddenly smiled. She seemed to be comforting them and boosting their morale at the same time.
"If I die, remember to resurrect me in the future."
Resurrect? Mengqi suddenly thought of the Death Task. Last time, it was Senior Brother Zhang. This time, it was Senior Brother Qi and Jiang Zhiwei.
How could he accept this?
Fearless again, he rummaged through his storage bag, trying to find something that could be of use. Fight side by side with them. Live and die together!
Qi Zhengyan and Jiang Zhiwei went out to meet them. Ruan Yushu used the Bell to Shock the Three Realms. Zhao Heng gritted his teeth and used his body to block Wen Jing's attack.
The Supreme-wisdom Tree did not respond. No!
The Enchanting Peach did not respond. No!
The Fiery Core of the Grand Sun was sealed and could not be used. No!
Acheron's Hand Bone, no!
Qi Zhengyan's back was straight, full of pride and self-reliance. Jiang Zhiwei's body was like a long sword, hard but easy to break. One of them split into six shadows, each with a different skill, and attacked the Saint Emperor of Benevolence. The other burned his Vital Spirit and body, freezing time with his sword.
Just like that, their backs were imprinted in Meng Qi's eyes.
No, no, no! None of his items worked. Mengqi's expression was ferocious, as if he had gone mad.
Suddenly, he touched an item that he had forgotten for a long time. The tension in his heart eased, and his mind became clear and focused, dispelling the negative emotions.
It was a wooden sculpture, one that looked like Mengqi himself.
"The wooden sculpture that Mr. Lu gave me in Maoling?" Mengqi unconsciously took it out. Its features were vivid and lifelike.
"Bang!"
The Saint Emperor of Benevolence's power of will danced around him. He had learned from his mistakes. Before Jiang Zhiwei could fully activate her sword will, he sent her flying. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and his aura rapidly weakened. Qi Zhengyan's expression did not change. He only had eyes for the Saint Emperor of Benevolence.
Just then, the wooden sculpture in Mengqi's hand began to emit a scorching heat!
Somewhere in the mountains behind Huamei Heights, Mr. Lu sat in the hut, gazing at the grave with an ordinary look on his face.
Suddenly, he grabbed the hilt of his sword with his right hand and pulled it out. The sword beam pierced through the void and disappeared into the mountains!
As soon as the heat rose, the wooden sculpture glowed and transformed into a sword beam. It flew out of Mengqi's hand and slashed at the Saint Emperor of Benevolence.
"Mr. Lu's token?" This was the only thought that came to Mengqi's mind.
The sword beam lit up the sky and filled the world. Mr. Lu's calm voice came from within.
"With this sword, there will no longer be any gods or demons in this world."
"What?" The Saint Emperor of Benevolence was about to face the attack when he suddenly felt the power around him dissipating. It was as if he was facing the ruler of heaven and earth. He could no longer maintain the feeling of a god. A wisp of his Vital Spirit, along with the power of will, rushed to the Nine Heavens.
"How could this be?" His thoughts froze and his body trembled. In an instant, he was sent out of the mortal world and returned to the Nine Heavens.
In a hidden corner of this world, an old man let out a long howl.
"After working hard for more than a hundred years, I've achieved the Great Way and become a god or demon. I'm no longer a mortal!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the rejection of heaven and earth. A green light appeared, wrapped around him, and rushed to the clouds.
"This …" The old man was shocked, but he could not break free.
The sword beam flashed again and the voice echoed.
"With this sword, the road to heaven is cut off. Only ascension and dreams remain."
With a crack, the altar collapsed and the Nine Colors Mist dissipated.
The sword beam spun and the voice focused.
"With this sword, the Qi of Gods and Demons dissipates, and the river is no different."
With a boom, the Nu River became quiet. The Qi of Gods and Demons suddenly disappeared. One by one, the Exterior masters fell into the water and flew away. The heavily injured Jiang Zhiwei fell into the water and floated.
"With this sword, the demons and demons return to their original appearance."
The sword beam fell on the river and the seal was broken. The monsters that emerged were no longer mystical and had returned to their original appearance of the Water Tribe!
Meng Qi stared at this scene with his mouth agape. He was extremely shocked.
He had always known that Mr. Lu was strong, but he did not expect him to be this strong!
However, he found it strange. This kind of strength was enough to sweep the world. How could there be a place for Gourdo?
In the thatched cottage at the back of the mountain, in front of Mr. Lu was a shattered void and a twisting vortex. The sword beam flew back into its sheath.
The void quickly recovered, but just as it was about to return to normal, it suddenly froze. A grand, indifferent voice came from the depths of the darkness.
"Do you want to resurrect your wife?"
Mr. Lu sighed and smiled. "I'll do it myself."
His eyes were full of focus.
The vortex dissipated and the void returned to normal as if nothing had happened.
Witnessing this, the top masters of the imperial court immediately gave up resistance and surrendered to the Revolutionary Army as if they had seen a real god. Only Du Gushi was still fighting.
The voice of the Dominator of Samsara in Six Realms came to Mengqi's ears.
"Mission accomplished. Everyone, return!"
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