All the accumulation of the Holy Ancestor's life was opened at this moment and poured into the dragon-faced monk.
Endless divine texts are connected front to back, and each word contains powerful will and different rules, strung together into a complete golden chain.
And those countless scrolls of ink paintings were fused with the chains.
In an instant, like an old-fashioned movie projector showing a reel of film, one picture after another was pulled out, surrounding the dragon-faced monk, and all attacking him in the center.
Endless divine light burst out, and in an instant the place where he was seemed like the center of the aurora, gorgeous and beautiful to the extreme.
It is impossible to see what is happening inside, and one can only feel intoxicated.
Seeing the terrifying divine texts and illustrations attacking him, even the dragon-faced monk's expression darkened.
This scene couldn't help but remind him of bad memories.
Before, the Holy Ancestor had also used the magical power of Shenwen Futu to trap him and injure him.
The magical power in front of him was composed of divine texts and pictures, and its power was obviously even greater than that of the divine text pagoda!
The dragon-faced monk took a quick look at the holy map of the ancient road in his hand. Fortunately, he had obtained this holy map, and it was much easier to deal with it than before.
After all, the Holy Ancestor's lifelong cultivation all came from the Ancient Dao Sacred Map.
The dragon-faced monk held the opened holy map of the ancient way in both hands, and faced the surface of the holy map directly towards the flying divine texts and diagrams.
Before, the immortal power in the Ancient Holy Map was flowing into his body, but at this moment it was the other way around. The dragon-faced monk injected his own immortal aura into the Ancient Holy Map for the first time.
In a trance, several blurry figures rose up in the endless brilliant aurora.
As soon as the figures appeared, the aurora-like attack of the divine text was like covering them with a beautiful layer of clouds.
The Saint Ancestor's clone looked at the figure appearing in the aurora ahead and couldn't help but blurt out, "He can actually summon so many phantoms of ancient saints..."
The Holy Ancestor has obtained the ancient saint's holy map for so many years, and the most he can do is summon the ancient saint's phantom that matches his temperament.
Unexpectedly, not long after the Holy Map of the Ancient Road fell into the hands of the Dragon-faced Monk, the other party suddenly summoned so many holy figures in the map.
He couldn't help but feel a strong sense of frustration in his heart. Is the dragon-faced monk really that much stronger than him?
But even so, he had to keep watching.
After those blurry figures appeared, the space and time around the dragon-faced monk seemed to stop like flowing clouds.
All the divine texts and illustrations attacking the dragon-faced monk hovered in front of him.
"Haha, it seems that everything you've accumulated in your life is nothing but rotten calligraphy and useless paintings in front of the Ancient Dao Sacred Map!"
The dragon-faced monk laughed even more contemptuously.
His hand holding the authentic copy of the Ancient Holy Map trembled, and the time and space that had just stopped began to flow again.
Ning Qi and the other two immediately saw that all the divine texts and illustrations were absorbed into the Ancient Road Sacred Map like a dense army of ants.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, the aurora disappeared and the sky and the earth became clear.
"teacher!"
The will of the Haoran Realm looked at the Saint Ancestor's clone with distraction and worry.
He had followed the Holy Ancestor for many years and had been taught by him, so he knew what the teacher valued most.
It’s not his noble status as a Saint Ancestor, nor is it that he is the number one person in the Haoran Realm, but rather the calligraphy and painting scrolls he has accumulated throughout his life.
Every copy of calligraphy and every scroll of painting represents the path that the Holy Ancestor walked and expressed his feelings.
And now, the Holy Ancestor used all his life's accumulation to attack, but he didn't even hurt the enemy. Instead, he was easily harvested by the enemy...
The will of the Haoran Realm also felt bad for the Holy Ancestor.
"Do you still have time to care about others?"
Suddenly, the dragon-faced monk clenched his sword finger and pointed it at the will of the Haoran Realm.
Inside the dragon's body that filled the entire cave space, dragon scales broke away from the dragon's body and flew towards somewhere at a rapid speed.
Puff puff puff!
In an instant, a blurry cloud shadow was nailed to the wall of space by the dragon scales.
Yunying twisted violently, trying to break free from the dragon scales, but the dragon scales quietly transformed into their original form.
They are the leaves of Jianmu, shining with inexplicable light, like the sharpest hidden weapons in the world, nailing the will of Haoran Realm and remaining motionless.
Moreover, the leaves of Jianmu were rapidly taking root and sprouting, and those roots quickly connected to some of them, completely locking the cloud group on the wall of space in the blink of an eye.
The Haoran Realm Will let out a cry of pain.
But it only barked once and then stubbornly closed its mouth.
Beside the Saint Ancestor's clone and Ning Qi, the will of the Haoran Realm condensed into a phantom figure to follow the two of them.
At this moment, the shadowy figure disappeared beside the two people in the blink of an eye as if it were blown through smoke by a strong wind.
The phantom body condensed by the will of the Haoran Realm is not the real entity. The real entity is the power of will concentrated here.
In order to block the connection between the dragon-faced monk and the shadow of Mount Buzhou, the will of the Haoran Realm has just transferred most of its power here.
But now he was captured in an instant by the dragon-faced monk.
The scene that took place in the cave space was projected without reservation by the dragon-faced monk onto the sky of the Haoran Realm outside.
He said coldly: "Listen up, all cultivators of Haoran Realm. This is the Realm Master you worship, this is the Holy Ancestor you worship. In front of me, they are no better than a beast!"
In the Haoran Realm, all living beings looked at the images projected on the sky, and everyone's mood seemed to have sunk into the eighteenth level of hell, unable to get up again.
"That's impossible!"
Someone said with a pale face.
"Fake, this is fake!"
Some people grabbed their heads frantically and shook them until tears and blood streamed down their faces.
And more people fell into deathly silence.
It’s over, their last hope is over, Haoran Realm has completely failed in this war, and they will also be destroyed along with the will of the Holy Ancestor and Haoran Realm!
The entire Haoran Realm also underwent drastic changes at this moment.
The earth rumbled continuously, volcanoes erupted, and the earth was torn into bottomless ravines, and it kept shaking.
In the distant sea, terrible waves were also rising, and underwater tsunamis were driving huge waves to rush towards the continent.
And in the sky above the Haoran Realm, large patches of dark clouds appeared.
The dark clouds piled up together, and the black clouds pressed down, as if the sky was about to collapse!
Because the dragon-faced monk pinned down most of the power of the Haoran Realm's will, and those Jianmu leaves were rapidly devouring the energy of the Haoran Realm.
Therefore, the will of the Haoran Realm is no longer able to maintain the balance within the Haoran Realm, causing the Haoran Realm to follow the path of the Mountain and Sea Realm, and the spiritual world is in disaster!
All the cultivators continued to stare at the projection on the sky with a dull look, including Jian Zu, Qi Keqing, Zhao Yujun and other cultivators from the Mountain and Sea Realm. Each of them felt as if their hearts were being pressed down by a huge rock, making it hard for them to breathe.
Inside the cave space.
The dragon-faced monk has already gained an absolute advantage. He is suspended in the void, holding the original copy of the ancient holy map in his hand, and the space channel above his head is getting bigger and bigger.
At the other end of the space channel, above the shadow of Mount Buzhou, the Mountain Ancestor condensed a small mountain shadow, which seemed to be about to be thrown towards this place through the space channel.
When the Saint Ancestor's clone saw this scene, a sense of despair arose in his heart.
He glanced at the will of the Haoran Realm that was nailed in the sky, and instantly rushed towards it, trying to rescue him.
However, the dragon-faced monk flashed and appeared in front of the Saint Ancestor's clone, stepping towards the Saint Ancestor's clone.
Bang!
The Holy Ancestor's clone was stepped on by the dragon-faced monk and fell hard to the ground, making it difficult for him to get up.
"Give up struggling. I will never forget you. It's because of your efforts that I was able to break through!"
The dragon-faced monk sneered.
His gaze instantly swept towards the last person standing in the cave, Ning Qi!
Ning Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, but remained calm as usual.
He silently sensed that both his reincarnated body and his original body controlling the Zhenwu Spirit Realm had arrived next to the Haoran Realm.
Then, it was finally time for him to take action.
Just as Ning Qi was about to make a move, he looked down at the feet of the dragon-faced monk.
The Saint Ancestor's clone suddenly propped himself up and pushed the dragon-faced monk back.
The dragon-faced monk naturally reacted as well. He exerted force with his feet, refocused his attention on the Saint Ancestor's clone, and stepped on it again.
"It's useless. This body of yours is just a clone!"
The Saint Ancestor's clone gritted his teeth, raised his head, and looked at the dragon-faced monk behind him.
His real body was trapped in the shadow of Mount Buzhou. Previously, he was able to fight the dragon-faced monk because of his home advantage.
Now even the will of Haoran Jie's original body has been suppressed by the other party, so how can his clone compete with him?
However, the Saint Ancestor's clone still gritted his teeth and said, "Even if I die, I will never let your ambition succeed!"
Suddenly, a very sharp and thin black light came out of his mouth.
The dragon-faced monk tilted his head, and the black light instantly pierced through the void and disappeared without a trace.
The dragon-faced monk frowned, feeling something was wrong.
He looked at the black light going away, and a hint of doubt and uncertainty appeared on his face.
"What did you just spit out?"
The Saint Ancestor's clone laughed miserably at his feet and said, "Don't you claim to be the strongest? How could you not guess what that is?"
The dragon-faced monk frowned, "I seem to sense an ominous aura from above. It can make me feel this way. Are you trying to summon that thing?"
There was blood at the corner of the Saint Ancestor's mouth, and there was a look of determination in his eyes.
"You're even going to devour Haoran Realm, so why should I care so much? Since we're going to die, let's die together!"
Upon hearing this, the dragon-faced monk took a deep look at the Saint Ancestor's clone beneath his feet.
Suddenly, the "川" character between his eyebrows relaxed again, and he said with a smile:
"Your plan is indeed good, but it is only useful for ordinary people and the spirit world. Now both worlds will be devoured by me, and I will become an immortal. Why should I be afraid of you attracting that thing? You underestimate the inheritance of Buzhou Mountain! Hahahaha!"
The Saint Ancestor's clone's expression froze.
After a while, he responded with a smile that sounded like tears and laughter: "You are a little wrong."
"Which point?"
"You said both worlds would be devoured by you, but the Mountain and Sea World disappeared!"
The dragon-faced monk's expression darkened.
"Humph, sooner or later I will find and deal with that sneaky third party hiding nearby."
After saying this, the dragon-faced monk said no more, and a dead leaf fell behind him.
The dead leaf changed several times and turned into a long and sharp wooden thorn, which pierced into the body of the Saint Ancestor, replacing his feet and nailing the Saint Ancestor's clone to the ground.
The wooden thorns nailed the Saint Ancestor's clone, and like the leaves on the Haoran Realm's will, they instantly grew roots that shook, tightly binding the Saint Ancestor's clone and continuously absorbing the energy in its body.
After doing all this, the dragon-faced monk looked at Ning Qi again.
"Boy, it's your turn now. I was busy dealing with them before and didn't pay attention to you. I let you jump around for so long. I'm going to torture you!"
He smiled and licked his lips with his tongue.
"Ancestor, I acknowledge your talent. Coincidentally, my Buzhoushan lineage has a secret method that can transfer the talents of others to one's own body. Why don't you merge with me, the ancestor, and become one?"
The dragon-faced monk took steps towards Ning Qi. The two were a hundred meters apart and were getting closer and closer.
Ning Qi looked at the dragon-faced monk who was confident of victory and let out a clear sigh.
"well!"
The dragon-faced monk laughed and said, "Are you sighing over your fate?"
Ning Qi shook his head.
"No, I'm sighing at you. As the ancestor of a mountain realm, you're so despicable. You treat your subordinates like slaves, and all living beings as consumables for you to become the strongest. Is there no other way for you to go except to follow this evil and unorthodox path?"
His voice was also projected by the dragon-faced monk and spread throughout the entire Haoran Realm, even reaching the virtual shadow of Mount Buzhou that intersected with the Haoran Realm.
Everyone was attracted by Ning Qi's voice, but most people still looked at him numbly, wondering what would happen to him.
The dragon-faced monk heard what he said, but he was not angry. Instead, he continued to smile and said:
"Boy, have you read too many storybooks? Don't you know that those false good books in the world are created just to paralyze people like you?"
"Why don't you put aside the human perspective and look at the world outside of humanity? Humanity is just a tiny part of the entire world. The world is inherently a place where the strong prey on the weak. What justice and kindness are ultimately determined by strength? This is the right way!"
Ning Qi showed a faint smile on his face.
"You're right. Strength can indeed determine everything, but it can't change good or evil."
"Good is good, evil is evil. You may have reached the top of the mountain by chance, but why can't you even distinguish between good and evil?"
The dragon-faced monk paused.
"I am good, and you are evil!"
He pointed his finger, and a dead leaf fell behind him, turning into a long and sharp wooden thorn, shooting towards Ning Qi.
Ning Qi stood there, as if he didn't see anything.
His eyes were clearly black and white, he was wearing a yin-yang robe, he was tall and his face was as clean as the sun.
Everyone looked at the wooden thorn flying towards Ning Qi through the projection.
It seemed that in order to shock everyone, the dragon-faced monk deliberately slowed down the projection so that everyone could see it clearly.
The wooden thorns also had a withered yellow color. They nailed down the will of the Haoran Realm, causing disasters to occur throughout the Haoran Realm.
It pinned down the Saint Ancestor's clone, making it impossible for it to move at all.
At this moment, it shot towards Ning Qi again.
whoosh!
Mu Ci was not fancy, but his two previous battle records were seen by everyone and no one could ignore him.
They also believed that no one could stop the Dragon-Faced Monk and prevent the destruction of everything.
whoosh!
The wooden thorn finally cut through the air and flew in front of Ning Qi. The tip of the thorn was extremely sharp and was about to pierce Ning Qi through.
But everyone's eyes suddenly widened.
They saw that the moment the wooden thorn touched Ning Qi, it turned back into a dead leaf. Ning Qi easily caught it with two fingers! (End of this chapter)
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