Wuqiong Bi's horsetail whisk and Daoist robe wrapped around the blade descending from the sky.
Bie Yanghong's body was covered in a torrential rain of Wu Arrows.
The White Tiger Divine General's spear thrust down.
Just as the blue-clothed visitor had predicted, the spear failed to pierce through Chen Changsheng's body.
An incomparably divine Qi spread out as the Orthodoxy's Divine Staff appeared behind him, blocking this fierce and treacherous strike!
The White Tiger Divine General roared, his true essence exploding. The spear pierced through the divine radiance and shot at Chen Changsheng.
With a clang, Chen Changsheng held his sword horizontally in front of him, forcefully clashing with the White Tiger Divine General. His face paled even more.
At this moment, a Qi appeared on the plateau.
This Qi was very difficult to describe with words. It had a strange smell to it. It was very fishy, but it did not stink, only made one feel fear.
It seemed to carry the fishy smell of the sea, but also like the smell of the blood of those beasts and fish whose fins had been cut off.
This Qi was so powerful, so powerful that it was terrifying. Even the divine Qi exuded by the Orthodoxy's Divine Staff was suppressed!
This Qi came from the blue-clothed visitor.
At the final moment, he no longer needed to conceal himself. He wantonly exuded his Qi to the world, displaying his unimaginably powerful cultivation level!
The cultivators of the small sects standing at his side were shaken by this tyrannical Qi until they vomited blood and dropped to the ground.
Separated by a very long distance, the blue-clothed visitor sent a palm at Chen Changsheng's back!
In the sky above the plateau, a massive blue palm appeared, carrying with it the stench of blood and the sea wind. It howled through the air as it slammed down at Chen Changsheng's head.
This giant green palm contained an extremely terrifying power, and it smashed down like a sea!
Compared to the blue-clothed visitor's technique, Wuqiong Bi's Heaven Receiving Lotus Sea seemed much weaker!
Xu Yourong's face paled as she sensed this Qi and looked at the blue-clothed visitor. Just where did this expert come from!
The blue-clothed visitor was much stronger than Wuqiong Bi, so he was naturally a true expert that had immersed himself in the Divine Domain for many years.
The problem was that there were only a few such experts on the continent. Who wouldn't recognize them?
This blue-clothed guest's aura clearly did not belong to any of them. Where did this person come from?
Tang Thirty-Six, Gou Hanshi, Hu Thirty-Two, the priests, and the disciples of South Stream Temple were all dumbfounded, unable to even speak.
To resist the White Tiger Divine General with his heavily injured body and then be ambushed by such a terrifying expert of the Divine Domain, anyone could see that Chen Changsheng was in desperate straits.
Who could save him now?
The monster tide in the Garden of Zhou or Nanke? Or the Heavenly Tome Monoliths on his wrist?
No, none of these would do.
The strength of that azure-robed guest was too terrifying!
Suddenly, the momentum of the saber in the sky intensified, and the clear light that was falling seemed to be coated with a layer of cold light.
It was obvious that Wang Po had sensed the aura and killing intent of the green-clothed visitor and wanted to break out of the lotus sea to save Chen Changsheng.
The horsetail whisk broke, and the iron blade fell.
But it still did not fall.
As the clear light fell on the cliff platform, so did the sharp Broadsword Will.
The strange man in green was not moved at all.
His calculations were very clear.
Three breaths were three breaths.
Wuqiong Bi could block that blade for at least three breaths.
After he killed Chen Changsheng, the energy of the blade descending from the sky might injure him a little, but what did that matter?
Wuqiong Bi and Bie Yanghong had to bear the crime of killing the Pope, so they had to work together with him.
With three experts of the Divine Domain working together, no matter how powerful that blade was, what could it do?
No matter how cautious the Prince of Xiang was, would he still not be able to clearly see the situation?
Given the personality of the Chen Imperial clan, he would assuredly personally enter the battlefield and seek the greatest merit.
Wang Po's death was assured!
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… …
Wang Po was dead.
The Pope was dead.
The Holy Maiden was dead.
The Li Palace was broken.
Holy Maiden Peak was silent.
The Orthodoxy was in decline.
White Emperor City was already in their hands.
Blackmail Xuelao City to control the Imperial Court.
Divide the world in three.
Then divide the world equally.
Finally, monopolize the world!
This beautiful scene had been imagined by him and his clansmen for many years, secretly sketched out for many years.
Today, they had finally ushered in a grand opening.
The blue-clothed visitor's eyes were still gloomy and cold, but the flame of ambition in their depths had already begun to burn.
As long as his palm descended, no matter what other treasures Chen Changsheng had, even the divine artifacts of the Orthodoxy, they would all be pulverized into powder.
For this, he was already prepared to lose several of his fingers.
Yet.
In the next moment.
A smear of dark red suddenly appeared on that incomparably beautiful scene!
All the images, like the golden spears and armored horses, the strolling of the Divine Path, or the peering into the abyss, were somewhat blurred by this smear of red, impossible to see clearly!
The smear of red grew brighter and brighter, about to become fresh blood.
The flame in the blue-clothed visitor's eyes was suddenly extinguished.
Because his palm had not descended.
Chen Changsheng had not died.
What had blocked his palm was a small red flower.
All the red he had seen had come from this flower.
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An extremely muffled sound fell into the ears of everyone on the plateau.
It was a sound like wet cotton being struck, like mud falling, like a red wetness.
A small red flower appeared on Chen Changsheng's back.
Then, it began to bloom, blossom, giving birth to countless petals that rose into the air to resist the massive palm of blue light descending from the sky.
Light was thrown into disarray, killing intent surged. The blue-clothed visitor's pupils constricted.
Of course, he recognized that little red flower.
All the cultivators recognized that little red flower.
This little red flower had been tied to Bie Yanghong's pinky finger for many years.
Only today, when the string and the black hole formed by the Falling Star Stone were destroyed did the red flower regain its freedom, allowing it to move as it pleased.
But where the red flower went and what it did, it naturally had to obey its master.
It had suddenly appeared behind Chen Changsheng and blocked the blue-clothed visitor's killing blow. This was naturally Bie Yanghong's will.
Why had Bie Yanghong suddenly saved Chen Changsheng?
After all, Chen Changsheng was the enemy who had killed his son. Even if Chen Changsheng's final declaration of his willingness to leave with him had made him suspicious, why had he done this?
The blue-clothed visitor could not understand why, but he did not continue to think about it.
Because thinking also required time.
As an expert of the Divine Domain, he only needed a thought to calculate the cause and effect of many things in an extremely short amount of time.
But the blue-clothed visitor knew that he could not waste even this little bit of time.
Three breaths of time was truly very short, passing in the blink of an eye.
The blue-clothed visitor immediately flew off the cliff, no longer sparing a glance at the battlefield.
He no longer cared whether the White Tiger Divine General could kill Chen Changsheng or whether the Prince of Xiang was prepared to act.
He flew like a thunderstorm, his sleeves drifting in the wind, shattering the tree as he instantly traveled several hundred zhang.
However, the little red flower seemed to have some sort of intelligence. After shattering the palm of azure light that was descending from the sky, it suddenly disappeared from its original position. It suddenly flew to the sky outside of the cliff. Its petals drifted down like rain, covering a radius of several miles and sealing off the blue-clothed visitor's path.
Each of the bright red petals contained an extremely terrifying power, and they were as heavy as mountains.
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