The moment Zhuang Sheng's fingertips came into contact with the body of "Bilan Cangqiao", they suddenly shattered into flying threads. Infected by Zhuang Sheng's fingertips, the shoulders of "Bilan Cangqiao" also began to shatter into flying threads, as if they were about to melt between heaven and earth.
"Transformation into the Dao..."
"Bilan Cangqiao" raised the trident in his right hand and chopped it down towards Zhuang Sheng's head.
Zhuang Sheng's figure flickered, and when he reappeared, he had returned to the scales of the "Holy Dragon of Fortune"'s head.
He looked at Bilan Cangqiao with a smile on his face, "Huadao, I wonder how long you can hold on?"
The Dao of Transformation is the assimilation of the rules of heaven and earth to living organisms. The more and more complex the power of rules contained in the body, the faster the assimilation will be.
Therefore, the higher the realm of the beast, the lower its defense ability against the power of transformation.
In just a moment, most of the "Bilan Cangqiao"'s shoulder had shattered into flying threads and dissipated between heaven and earth. He looked at Zhuang Sheng with hatred.
But he had to hurry up and restrain all the rules in his body to slow down the speed of his transformation into the Dao.
Seeing that Zhuang Sheng had no intention of attacking him again, his figure turned into a stream of water and fled to another star field.
However, there were people in the dark who were always observing the battlefield, and there were faint auras following the direction of his escape.
Back in the main hall of the Forbidden City, Zhuang Sheng looked at the remaining golden pillars, and the voice that sounded like a divine punishment rang out again.
"All beasts evolved from humans that disrespect humans will be killed."
All the remaining golden pillars shattered, transformed into golden light and merged into the "Holy Dragon of Fortune". Then, densely packed golden-scaled scimitars like golden rain flew out from the body of the "Holy Dragon of Fortune".
Some of them immediately slashed towards the void around "Jianmu", and some seemed to slash into the endless void. At this moment, all the beasts that were hostile to humans seemed to feel as if their bodies were being cut by a knife.
But in actual feeling, it seems that it has no effect on my current physical condition.
After the sword was slashed out, a thunderous sound echoed in the void where Zhuang Sheng was.
"Mr. Meng, do you really want to lead the human race to become an enemy of the entire star region? After you become a Daoist, the remaining human race will only suffer endless revenge."
The person hiding in the dark did not dare to appear in front of Zhuang Sheng, but the threat in his words was obvious.
"All those I killed were destined to become enemies, so how can I say that I am leading others to become enemies? It is you who are sneaky and lack the bearing of an emperor-level powerhouse. Ahem..."
Zhuang Sheng looked increasingly weak, with more and more flying threads shattering from his body. The free silver threads stretched out behind him, as if a pair of silver butterfly wings had grown for him.
As if sensing Zhuang Sheng's increasingly weak condition, the "Holy Dragon of Luck" opened its mouth and let out a mournful wail.
Zhuang Sheng stood in front of the "Holy Dragon of Luck" with his palms spread out. A small golden ball condensed from a golden thread from the endless void.
"Xiaolong, today is the day for you to ascend to the Emperor Realm."
As he spoke, the golden ball, which seemed to have gathered the luck of all the races that had been slain today and emitted a dazzling and blazing light, slowly melted into the scales on the forehead of the "Holy Dragon of Luck" under Zhuang Sheng's control.
However, Zhuang Sheng's behavior seemed to have angered the public, and figures appeared one after another in this star field.
A being with eyes as bright as stars snorted angrily, "The human race must not allow another emperor to appear. Everyone, if we join forces, how long can he, a dying man, hold on?"
"It should be so. The existence of this little dragon cub is a little special. I have a feeling that it will be difficult for the human race to suppress it after it becomes an emperor." A "Star Abyss Emperor Dragon" whose body seemed to have scales made of stars in the star field said in a deep voice.
A woman made of crystal came walking along the crystal road, "How about killing him and splitting the Dao essence equally?"
A large snake, covered in gray mist, poked its head out from the void. This was the being known as the "Gray King". It stared at the head of the "Holy Dragon of Fortune" and spoke bloodthirstily.
"I don't want the rest. I just want that little dragon cub."
"With so many people, I'm afraid there won't be enough to go around..." A huge black goat head appeared in the air.
An unknown being hidden under a black robe appeared from another direction. Under his robe, silver-bright lines continued to disappear and form, as if he was detecting something.
The voice that emerged from beneath the robe seemed to chant, "The fate of the stars is set. The Holy Dragon of Fortune should not exist."
In just a short moment, nearly ten emperor-level powerhouses appeared from different directions.
All their energy was locked onto Zhuang Sheng and the "Holy Dragon of Luck" in the middle. They appeared with only one purpose, which was to prevent the "Holy Dragon of Luck" from ascending.
Many emperor realms gathered together, as if to suppress all the myriad laws in the universe. The laws that corresponded with the "Holy Dragon of Luck" were also excluded, and the promotion process of the "Holy Dragon of Luck" was abruptly terminated.
Zhuang Sheng looked at the nearly ten emperor-level warriors surrounding him, as well as the presence in the dark. He was afraid that if he showed any signs of weakness, they would attack him like hyenas.
He sighed softly, even though he had shown enough strength and even directly dealt a heavy blow to the "Cang Emperor".
However, these emperors who have experienced many storms and waves will obviously not be frightened easily, thus giving themselves enough time for the "Holy Dragon of Luck" to complete the promotion.
But he doesn't have much time left anyway, so he has to do this last thing for the human race.
He spread his hands slightly, and behind him, red, white, blue, purple... all kinds of butterflies began to fly in the universe. The myriad laws between heaven and earth seemed to boil again and converge towards the "Holy Dragon of Luck".
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