"Difficulty?" Fang Xiu's eyes flickered slightly, his expression inscrutable. He did not think he would encounter any difficulties in facing Yun Tianshen.
Although he couldn't kill Yun Tianshen, Yun Tianshen couldn't kill him either.
Moreover, what needs to be done this time is not to kill Yun Tianshen. As long as we use the River of Destiny to destroy his body, he can't do anything.
Zhou Qingfeng seemed to know what Fang Xiu was thinking and said with a faint smile, "The River of Destiny has been blocked by that being, so your plan to use the River of Destiny to defeat Yun Tianshen is no longer feasible."
Fang Xiu's pupils suddenly contracted. That being? It really was you! Wife!?
No wonder he suspected his wife. It's almost certain that she was responsible for the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array malfunction, and she was probably also the one who sealed off the River of Destiny.
The river of fate is a forbidden zone that even gods cannot touch. If there is anyone in this world who can block it, he can't think of anyone other than his wife.
Damn bitch!
Is the true intention finally being revealed? They're getting increasingly impatient and are starting to get involved themselves.
Fang Xiu did not doubt Zhou Qingfeng's words. He could sense that Zhou Qingfeng had become a demigod at this time, and a demigod who had entered the Dao through destiny. Naturally, he knew the situation of the River of Destiny better than anyone else.
"So, now think about how to deal with a god, a real god. This time, what you need to do is not just survive from the god's hands, but truly defeat a god. Only in this way can you stop the other side's attack," Zhou Qingfeng said with a faint smile.
"You seem very happy?" Fang Xiu stared at Zhou Qingfeng's smile and felt that there was a hint of schadenfreude in it.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Qingfeng nodded seriously: "It's naturally gratifying to see the arrogant prophet in such a sorry state."
"Actually, ever since you came to Shenzhou, I've been watching you closely. I wanted to see you get beaten up by the gods of the Nine Provinces, but I was disappointed. However, I don't think the Cloud God will disappoint me again... Hey, why are you leaving?"
Before he could finish speaking, Fang Xiu had already gone far away.
Zhou Qingfeng shook his head helplessly: "It really is as boring as ever."
He then followed.
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South Vietnam.
At this time, the entire southern Vietnam was completely shrouded in gray fog. The endless gray fog was like a large bowl overturned over the southern Vietnam, isolating it from the outside world.
At the border of South Vietnam, one hundred and eight ancient altars stand prominently.
They are scattered along the border, firmly enveloping the southern Yue region. Each altar is tens of feet high and inscribed with strange inscriptions.
These altars are divided into three types: thunder altars with thunder patterns, fire altars with fire patterns, and water altars with water patterns.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
One hundred and eight altars continuously emitted a buzzing sound, with lightning, fire, and water lights reflecting and intertwining, enveloping Nanyue.
Around these 108 altars, a few scattered cultivators were engaged in battle.
They were fighting against the demons born from the altar.
Flames surged from the fire altar, and a giant of fire, ten feet tall and composed entirely of flames, was born within it.
The other two types of altars are no exception: the thunder altar gives birth to thunder giants, while the water altar gives birth to water giants.
These giants are not particularly strong, each roughly equivalent to a peak Immortal Emperor, but they seem to be virtually indestructible. No matter how the surrounding cultivators attack them, once their bodies are shattered, they will resurrect in the altar.
Strangely, the same is true for the 108 altars; even if they are destroyed, they will be restored in the next second.
Among these cultivators were many demigods from Yunzhou, and even some demigods who had come from other states to provide support, but they still could not do anything to the altar.
When Fang Xiu arrived, he witnessed this stalemate.
“These 108 altars are continuously refining Nan Yue. The most urgent task is to destroy these altars first,” Zhou Qingfeng said, frowning as he stared at the altars.
"There's something strange about the altar; it seems impossible to destroy it!" Xu Ruohai, who had been chasing after them, caught up and carefully examined the altar.
Fang Xiu stood in the void, reaching out towards one of the altars. The mouth of the Taotie in his palm opened wide, suddenly unleashing a powerful devouring force that completely swallowed the fire altar, along with the fire giant it contained.
However, the next second, a new altar of fire rose from the ground, and as the flames surged, a giant of fire emerged from the flames.
At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng seemed to have seen through the clue: "These altars are supported by the divine power of the Cloud God. After you devour them, new divine power will emerge. Unless you devour all of the Cloud God's divine power, the altars can regenerate indefinitely."
Fang Xiu frowned. It was simply unrealistic to devour all of Yun Tianshen's divine power. With his current strength, the power of a single god could easily overwhelm him.
"Then what should we do? Are we just going to watch Yun Tianshen refine Nan Yue?" A look of anxiety flashed across Xu Ruohai's face.
"Calm down." Compared to Xu Ruohai's anxiety, Zhou Qingfeng was completely calm. He kept making hand seals, and the power of destiny quietly spread out, as if he was plucking the strings of fate.
A moment later, a glint of light flashed in his eyes: "So that's how it is. These 108 altars are an exquisite formation. Although we cannot completely deplete the divine power of the Cloud God, as long as we break the formation, we can cut off the Cloud God's supply of divine power."
"How do we break through this barrier?" Fang Xiu asked calmly.
"If all the altars are destroyed at the same time, there will be no chance of restoration."
Xu Ruohai was overjoyed: "I will go and gather the cultivators who are attacking the altars, and have them go to each altar and attack them simultaneously!"
"There's no need for that, it's a waste of time," Fang Xiu suddenly stopped him.
The next moment, Fang Xiu gave the order: "Assemble."
Buzz!
The Black Lotus Law within his body suddenly burst forth with endless light.
Then, an unbelievable scene unfolded: double images began to appear on Fang Xiu's body, as if countless versions of him were superimposed on each other.
Then, an identical Fang Xiu emerged from the original body, followed by a second, a third... until the one hundred and eighth!
"This... truly worthy of being Lord Fang Xiu!" A fanatical glint appeared in Xu Ruohai's eyes.
Fang Xiu waved his hand, and immediately, 108 clones rushed toward different altars.
Since obtaining the Black Lotus Decree, he has been creating clones and having clones create clones of clones. Not only in the Taotie Divine Kingdom, but also in the Other Shore and even Yunzhou, there are clones he left behind.
These clones freely devour and autonomously split, and their numbers are quite considerable.
A moment later, 108 clones took their positions. Without the need for the original body to say anything, all 108 of them attacked at the same time, their movements perfectly synchronized, as if they were one person.
boom!
All 108 altars shattered simultaneously and were never restored.
At this moment, the Southern Yue, shrouded in gray fog, finally revealed its true colors.
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