Daoist Baishi revealed a shocked expression as he looked around. He was still outside the Daoist church, in the forest.
The girl was still in front of him, that cold Qi still at the back of his neck.
What was going on? The Falling Star Stone had clearly broken through space, so why was he still here?
Daoist Baishi looked down at his feet, his face suddenly paling.
The Falling Star Stone continued to quietly float in the black space.
However, the black space was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A divine power that came from an unknown place was constantly beating the black space like water waves.
The Falling Star Stone's distortion of the laws of the world had completely lost its effect. The petals and leaves no longer sank, but remained where they were.
Just like how he could not enter that path and could only remain where he was.
Where did this ripple-like power come from? Why was it so divine and dignified? Why could not even the Falling Star Stone endure it?
Daoist Baishi suddenly turned around, his gaze following the ripples on the ground into the distance. Ultimately, it rested behind the holy gate, beneath the pear tree.
Chen Changsheng calmly stood beneath the pear tree, calmly looking at him as if completely unconcerned that he would escape.
He gripped a Divine Staff in his hand.
This was the staff that represented the Orthodoxy's most divine will.
The base of the Divine Staff was very shallow in the earth, but it was firm and unshakable.
Countless strands of divine Qi, with the Divine Staff as the center, spread out into the surroundings of the Daoist church like ripples.
The petals and leaves of the forest slowly floated up. Once they were three feet above the ground, they no longer continued to rise.
The water grass at the bottom of the river slowly floated up. Once they were three feet above the water, they no longer clung to the sunlight.
Movement and stillness had an incomparably harmonious beauty.
The pinnacle of beauty was solemnity. The sea of stars was solemnity, and solemnity was divinity.
The entire Daoist church, the surrounding forest, and the river, had transformed into a sea of stars.
Any divine energy that encountered this sea of stars would become a part of it, drown or intoxicated, until it disappeared or coexisted with it.
The Falling Star Stone was a precious treasure of the Orthodoxy, the fruit of the wisdom of countless generations of sages of the Li Palace. How could it possibly have the will to fight against the Pope's Divine Staff?
Daoist White Stone could clearly sense that the Falling Star Stone was separating from his Dao heart. Finally understanding the reason behind it, his face grew even paler. At this moment, the experts of the Orthodoxy had gathered. Even if he had the Falling Star Stone, he could only think about how to escape. If even the Falling Star Stone was taken away, how could he still have the luck to escape?
He couldn't care so much any longer and forcefully severed the connection between him and the Meteor Rock, and he endured the injuries brought about by the backlash of the Divine Dao. He swallowed the mouthful of sweet blood before circulating his True Essence madly, and he pushed his Dao Arts to the limit before passing by the young girl at an oblique angle and transforming into a gale that flashed out of the forest.
An Lin flicked her finger, and the belt fluttered in the wind, bringing with it countless flower petals that dazzled the eyes.
Daoist Baishi was not blinded, but his vision was obscured.
More importantly, the belt and the countless petals seemed to have changed the position of the forest.
When the petals scattered, Daoist Baishi did not see the stone steps leading out of the forest, but Linghai Zhiwang's callous face.
After Linghai Zhiwang succeeded in his sneak attack, he quietly retreated and did not attack again, waiting until now.
He would not give Daoist Baishi another chance.
He waved the metal ruler in his hand, which he had been accumulating energy for a long time, and smashed it at Daoist Baishi behind the petals.
Countless stars seemed to light up on the black iron ruler at this moment.
There was a dull thud.
The metal ruler broke through Daoist Baishi's defense and fiercely struck his shoulder.
His shoulder bone instantly snapped in two and his Ethereal Palace was shaken. Unable to control it any longer, he vomited blood into the air.
Just when he was prepared to explode with his true essence and break through Linghai Zhiwang, he suddenly felt a chill at his waist.
He was very familiar with this chill, so he found it very frightening.
Previously, this chill had been following him the entire time like a ghost was constantly blowing at his neck.
Now, this chill had arrived at his waist.
There was an extremely soft thud.
It was just like that extremely cliché.
A leather pouch filled with wine had been pierced through.
The tip of a sword had pierced through Daoist Baishi's abdomen.
The tip of this sword was not sharp. On the contrary, it seemed to have been chopped off by a sharp weapon, and its surface was covered with a few very complicated designs and patterns.
After being dyed red with blood, these designs and patterns appeared particularly monstrous.
Logically speaking, a supreme expert like Daoist Baishi should still be able to fight even if his abdomen was pierced by a sword.
But for some reason, he suddenly became extremely weak, as if the sword carried countless strands of demon qi that were constantly devouring his life.
Daoist Baishi lowered his head to his abdomen, to that sword. Shock appeared in his blank eyes as he let out a cry of pain and despair.
He had seen this sword in the pictures of the Daoist scriptures. He recognized this sword.
The Demon Commander's Banner Sword that had disappeared for several centuries!
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Divine might like the sea!
The iron ruler was like a mountain!
The demon sword was like a banner!
No matter how valiant Daoist Baishi was, he was finally unable to endure these three terrifying attacks. He vomited blood and half-knelt on the ground, giving up all resistance.
He raised his head with difficulty and realized that the girl was still standing in front of him, her expression wooden.
From start to finish, this girl had not attacked, but no matter where he went, she would always appear in front of him.
This sort of not attacking was even more terrifying than attacking.
Who was this girl? How could she possess such terrifying speed and movement techniques? Daoist Baishi stared at her face and suddenly thought of a possibility. An expression of disbelief appeared in his eyes as he turned towards the divine gate and harshly yelled, "You actually dare to bring her with you!"
Chen Changsheng did not answer. Putting away the Divine Staff, he softly expressed his thanks to Guan Feibai.
From the moment Linghai Zhiwang launched his sneak attack, Guan Feibai had no idea what had happened, but he had subconsciously stood in front of Chen Changsheng and gripped the hilt of his sword.
Because he knew that Chen Changsheng was still heavily injured and had lost too much blood, so he needed to be protected.
At this moment, he vaguely understood something, and the hand gripping the hilt of his sword began to tremble.
All of this had happened far too suddenly.
Even someone like him, whose sword intent was as steady as a mountain, could not help but feel nervous when he suddenly realized that he had personally participated in a major affair of the Orthodoxy.
An Lin heard Daoist Baishi's words and faintly understood. She turned to the wooden girl, wanting to say something but hesitating.
Linghai Zhiwang had assuredly also guessed, but he was utterly unaffected by Daoist Baishi's words. He impassively asked, "Since you guessed that we had already discovered you, you still dared to follow us into the city. Was it the venerable Daoist or the Tang clan that guaranteed your safety? Or did you think that with the Falling Star Stone in hand, you could do whatever you wanted? "
The front of Daoist Baishi's robe was covered in blood and he looked rather wretched, but his attitude remained unyielding. He sternly said, "I truly did not expect that the Divine Staff could suppress the Falling Star Stone. It seems like this is the method the Pope uses to control the six halls, but so what? You can't just kill me on the spot, can you? "
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