"Puff!"
A light purple profound light broke through the air and silently bombarded the forehead of Ying Xiangrong, whose eyes were full of shock. The angry Ying Xiangrong was stunned.
"Humph, this time, I won't hold back!" With a cold snort, Ling Dong rushed down like lightning. The moment Ying Xiangrong's eyes regained their clarity, Ling Dong's fist, which seemed to contain the strength of a mountain, smashed towards Ying Xiangrong's forehead.
The moment Ling Dong's iron fist became infinitely bigger in Ying Xiangrong's eyes, Ying Xiangrong's eyes, which had just regained their clarity, suddenly became cloudy because of the violent shock. His eyeballs seemed to be jumping in their sockets.
In an instant, Ying Xiangrong fell into a coma after being hit continuously. His situation was even more serious than when he was fighting fairly with Ling Dong.
First of all, when he was fighting fairly with Ling Dong, Ling Dong still held back a little. After all, Ling Dong was thinking about preserving the strength of his side, so he couldn't kill Ying Xiangrong. But now, Ling Dong didn't have this concern at all.
Moreover, Ling Dong had the Star Master Plate to replenish his Divine Soul power, but Ying Xiangrong didn't. The fierce confrontation of Divine Souls before had already consumed Ying Xiangrong's Divine Soul power to a certain extent. Now, he could only barely protect his Divine Soul Origin. He couldn't even make a slightly larger defensive circle.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang!" The sound of iron striking rang out again. The terrifying Little Zhou Tian Divine Body exerted its strength to the extreme. Ling Dong smashed his fist down. When the fist wind cut through the air, it not only made the air burn, but also created sparks in the air.
When the punch landed, it was visible to the naked eye that the air seemed to be distorted.
With such strength, when it hit Ying Xiangrong's head, not to mention how much damage it would cause, the violent shock alone made Ying Xiangrong roll his eyes.
After a few consecutive punches, Ying Xiangrong's throat made a strange sound. Ling Dong didn't even need to use the Extreme Profound Light. His continuous punches were enough to make Ying Xiangrong fall into a dangerous state of continuous coma.
While Ling Dong and Ying Xiangrong were fighting, Ying Cong, who was fighting Ling Dong's god corpse avatar, had also learned a trick from his initial state of being chased by the god corpse avatar.
Ying Cong was worthy of being a Zhou Tian Orthodox God. After a few rounds of rapid exchanges, he also found a way to deal with Ling Dong's god's corpse doppelgänger.
Ying Cong realized that the cultivator he was fighting seemed to be very strange. Other than using his protective aura to hug him, he could only fly. Moreover, the speed at which he flew was extremely fast. With his speed, it was almost impossible for him to dodge.
However, Ying Cong immediately realized that the attack method of the god's corpse doppelgänger was extremely simple. He would pounce in front of him, hug him, and use his terrifying protective aura to injure him.
The most terrible thing was that any of his attacks, even if he used his Heaven and Earth Soul Tool to attack with all his strength, would be an attack that even peak Star Monarchs like him wouldn't dare to take head-on. However, the cultivator he was fighting took several of his attacks head-on, and it was as if nothing had happened.
He was like a sticky candy that couldn't be killed.
This situation made Ying Cong's long white eyebrows furrow together. Logically speaking, there might be people stronger than him in the Long Safe Territory. However, it was impossible for there to be someone who could ignore his attacks.
Ying Cong's eyebrows were tightly knitted together. Ying Cong looked at the cultivator in front of him, who was in an extremely strange situation. He faintly felt that something was wrong. He vaguely thought of something, but he couldn't think of anything at the moment.
Moreover, the current dangerous situation didn't allow him to think too much.
With Ying Cong's ability, he had long seen that Ying Xiangrong was in danger. Every disciple of the Ying Family who had broken through to the Star Monarch Realm was an extremely precious resource for the family. Therefore, Ying Cong definitely wouldn't allow Ying Xiangrong's life to be in danger as long as he had the ability.
However, he had no choice earlier, because Ying Cong couldn't escape from the stubborn bear-hug of the god's corpse clone. Now, however, Ying Cong immediately thought of a countermeasure based on the god's corpse clone's single-target attack.
Teleportation!
He teleported across the battlefield within a dozen miles in the shortest amount of time possible. Although Ling Dong's god's corpse clone could lock onto him tightly, he could exhaust the clone by running for his life.
This was the only method he could use in a situation where he couldn't harm the god's corpse clone.
Very soon, Ling Dong also discovered that the god's corpse clone couldn't do anything to Ying Cong. Ling Dong also had no other choice. After half a month of painstakingly cultivating the secret technique, the god's corpse clone's soul and flesh fusion didn't even reach 20%.
At less than 20% soul and flesh fusion, at most, it would allow Ling Dong to freely control the god's corpse's body and use the abilities that had already been fused with the god's corpse's body. Any more than that and he would barely be able to make the god's corpse clone fly in the air and freely control the Vital Aura Shield. This was already the limit of what Ling Dong could do with 20% soul and flesh fusion.
Actually, from the current situation, Ling Dong was already very satisfied with the power that the god's corpse clone could unleash. It was only because Ying Cong was a terrifying existence who already had half a foot in the Zhou Tian Realm. If it were any other cultivator, they would have been killed long ago.
However, even so, the god's corpse clone was still able to pin down Ying Cong for such a long time without suffering any injuries. This was already terrifying enough.
However, if this continued, it wouldn't be a solution. Ling Dong's hands sped up as he tried to think of a countermeasure. However, the situation on the other side suddenly changed.
Ying Cong, who had teleported Ling Dong's god's corpse clone several kilometers away, glanced sharply at Ying Xiangrong, who was already on the verge of death, and suddenly disappeared from where he stood.
The moment an extremely faint spatial fluctuation appeared around him, Ling Dong's brows furrowed in alarm. Before Ling Dong could react, Ying Cong's stern voice rang in his ears, "Little bastard, die for this old man!"
The sunlight above Ling Dong's head suddenly disappeared, and a dazzling white axe chopped down on Ling Dong's head. Ling Dong's pupils contracted, and the faint light from the ice-cold blade cut off all of Ling Dong's hair.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk …"
The bronze axe controlled by Ying Cong chopped down on Ling Dong's body at least a hundred times in an instant. Every strike had the power to topple mountains and overturn seas.
What was worse was that every time the axe chopped down, the surrounding void was cut open, revealing layers of black curtains. This showed how terrifying the attack of the bronze axe was.
"Ah …" Ling Dong's miserable screams started from the first sound, and his chest was blocked by the bronze axe. On the surface of Little Zhou Tian's divine body, an extremely faint golden brilliance flashed crazily, and the crisp sound of metal clashing could be heard.
Amidst this crisp sound, Ling Dong was like an iron pillar that was nailed to the ground. Every strike caused Ling Dong to sink a few centimeters into the ground, and every strike caused Ling Dong to feel dizzy.
Although Ling Dong's Minor Heavenly Cycle Godly Body had yet to be broken, the tremendous force of the collision was enough to make Ling Dong's vision blur. The Blood Qi in his internal organs was in turmoil. If not for the fact that Ling Dong's Minor Heavenly Cycle Godly Body had undergone major changes to his internal organs, his five viscera and six bowels would have been smashed to smithereens.
However, the force of the recoil also caused Ling Dong to be unable to move. Moreover, Ying Cong was suspended high in the void, and the bronze axe controlled by him was relentlessly chopping down on Ling Dong.
Obviously, Ying Cong's idea was the same as Ling Dong's. Even if he could not kill Ling Dong, he would still shock him to death. In an instant, the situation between Ling Dong and Ying Xiangrong had reversed.
Because of this opening, Ying Xiangrong was finally able to shake off the unconsciousness caused by the continuous bombardment. "Xiang Rong, hurry up and kill the other martial artists of the Tenmu Temple, then come and help me!"
Ying Xiangrong shook his head with great effort. His eyes were a little weak, and he swayed as he rushed toward the martial artists of the Tenmu Temple and the Taihō Palace who were fighting in the sky. The martial artists of the Tenmu Temple were clearly at a disadvantage.
At this moment, Ying Cong still had no intention of stopping his attacks on Ling Dong. Fortunately, Ling Dong's avatar of the god's corpse arrived within a few breaths of time.
As soon as the avatar of the god's corpse arrived, Ying Cong was immediately forced to teleport away again. This caused Ling Dong, whose entire body was about to fall apart, to be extremely shocked.
Ling Dong, who had just gotten up, stared at the bloody mark on his chest in shock.
This Ying Cong was truly worthy of being an existence who had one foot in the Zhou Tian Realm. If the continuous bombardment had continued for a little longer, Ling Dong's Little Zhou Tian Divine Body would have been destroyed.
Just as Ling Dong recovered, Ying Cong once again broke free from the avatar of the god's corpse and chased after Ling Dong. Startled, Ling Dong could only flee in panic.
In an instant, the battle fell into a strange cycle. Ying Cong avoided the avatar of the god's corpse and chased after Ling Dong. Ling Dong ran away and took a beating. Ying Cong was once again avoided by the avatar of the god's corpse.
On the surface, this cycle looked like no one had the upper hand. However, in reality, Ling Dong's side had fallen into an extremely dangerous situation.
The Taihō Palace's side, due to the addition of Ying Xiangrong, who had almost fully recovered, had greatly increased their strength. This was because Ying Xiangrong's Star Monarch Realm Rank 7 strength was absolutely the most terrifying existence for a Constellation Realm martial artist.
In an instant, the Taihō Palace and the Tenmu Temple had fallen into a one-sided slaughter.
"We can't let this continue!" Seeing this scene, Ling Dong immediately realized the danger they were in. If they didn't change, they would probably all be wiped out.
"Go, chase after Ying Xiangrong and kill the Taihō Palace martial artists on the way." In an instant, Ling Dong, who had realized that things were not going well, immediately gave an order to the avatar of the god's corpse that was fighting with Ying Cong and helping him.
"Bang!"
Ying Cong raised the shining white axe and fiercely chopped down on Ling Dong's head. Given the difference in cultivation between Ying Cong and Ling Dong, it was impossible for Ling Dong to dodge any of Ying Cong's attacks.
Ling Dong, who was hit on the head, rolled his eyes a few times. Although the Little Zhou Tian Divine Body didn't cause any damage to him, the violent tremor made Ling Dong feel as if his brain was about to boil.
Ling Dong's entire body fell to the ground like a meteor because of this attack.
"How can I defeat Ying Cong?" When he was falling, even though his head was in pain from the shock, Ling Dong was rapidly considering this point. Perhaps he could only use the Five Star Mutual Birth to force his strength and give it another try.
"The Five Star Mutual Birth should be able to raise my cultivation to the Star Monarch Realm or higher, right?" As Ling Dong murmured in his heart, the Star Control Ring on the Star Subduing Disk and the various Star Souls in his Sea of Consciousness began to move.
"Perhaps, with the cultivation of the Star Monarch Realm and the Little Zhou Tian Divine Body, I should be able to contend with Ying Cong. However, it would only be to contend with him …" At this point, Ling Dong's expression suddenly changed. He suddenly remembered something.
"Now that my physical body's cultivation is already at the initial success stage of the Minor Divine Cycle Body, I wonder if I can withstand the forbidden technique in the Star Demon's legacy?" Ling Dong suddenly recalled a forbidden technique recorded in the Star Demon's legacy.
As he thought about the Forbidden Technique and looked at Ying Cong, who was chasing after him like a maggot attached to a bone, Ling Dong's eyes suddenly became crazy.
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