Chapter 422 Taboo Fall
Luantai Shaoqing Mansion.
Yang Shenjing twisted off the head of the Holy Spirit Mind Master "Liang Chu", took away the spiritual world between his eyebrows, and threw the broken head to the ground.
He put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and watched the shocking and transcendent battle with his eyes full of longing.
This is the transcendent power, which transcends all nature, looking down on all living beings, and whose every move has the energy to destroy the world.
At every moment, tens of thousands of martial artists in the city died in the aftermath of the transcendent battle, like weeds.
"Lingxiao Palace is gone today!" Yang Shenjing sighed, and his mood was neither good nor bad.
Yao Qian stood behind him and said, "I thought that Taishigong's secret arrangement to clear the internal troubles with lightning speed and launch an attack in advance would be a tit-for-tat contest. Unexpectedly, the strong men coming from abroad are all overlords of their own side, and it is simply one-sided."
"No matter which side wins, we can stand on the side calmly. This is the real way to win!" Yang Shenjing said.
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The eight hundred feet high Lintai was stained red with blood, and the steps were littered with corpses.
Only the top of the mountain remained, unbroken.
Princess Yunchang, Xingyue Slave, Taishi Yu and a large number of other cultivators in the city rushed into the empty Lintai one after another, unafraid of the transcendent terrifying aura.
They went to the undestroyed black stone buildings, repaired the foundation of the formation, and activated the formation.
Only when the foundations of these formations are restarted, the city defense formation, the Xianyuan formation, the Jiuxiaoyunwai formation, and the thirty-six earth veins can exert their true power.
Even though the current situation seems to have no hope of winning.
On the top of Mount Lintai, the Third Palace Master's entire body was ablaze with spiritual flames. Looking at the Demonic Crown Prince who was already within reach, he couldn't help but look towards the Fengge in the distance.
That expression was the same as any little girl who was bullied by a group of people, she felt so aggrieved that she wanted to cry.
However, her eyes were much firmer, and she couldn't cry like she did when she was a child. Her telekinetic voice reached Fengge: "Big Sister... are you really unable to sense the outside world? I can't stop you! How long are you going to sleep?"
The melodious sound of wind chimes resounded throughout the Yuntian Fairyland.
The sound waves reached Lintai.
The sound of wind chimes is accompanied by subtle ripples in space.
"This is... Hundred Hell Wind Chime..."
The Third Palace Master's phoenix eyes immediately looked in the direction where the wind chimes came from, filled with disbelief. She was ten or even a hundred times more shocked than when the eldest senior sister walked out of the Phoenix Pavilion at this time.
The Hundred Hells Wind Chime is made from one hundred extraordinary immortal bones. Each bone contains the power of space, and the interior is like a prison. It is the master's supreme magic weapon.
But he disappeared along with his master a thousand years ago.
A familiar figure in red appeared in the eyes of the Third Palace Master, standing in mid-air outside the light curtain of the formation in the direction of the East City Gate, with flying black hair and proudly holding a sword.
Her heart was in turmoil, and an uncontrollable sadness surged into her eyes.
A corner of the formation's light curtain opened, and a figure in red flew straight in, with a sharp aura and the power of an emperor.
The Chaoran who were attacking Lintai stopped and looked over in surprise and confusion.
For a moment, everyone was caught off guard.
Almost all of them are over a thousand years old and have experienced the era when Zen Hai Guan Wu sat in charge of the Lingxiao habitat.
In the city, someone shouted, "It's... It's the Mist Emperor who is back..."
The red figure standing in the air had ripples in the space beneath his feet. After looking at the Demon Prince of Lintai, Lord Lan and others one by one, he turned into a stream of light and flew towards the golden coffin of the person who was chopped off in the clouds.
The golden coffin fled like a meteor across the sky, but it couldn't escape and was caught up by Chan Hai Guan Wu in an instant.
The golden coffin released tremendous magical energy with golden light, and the beasts cast on the surface of the coffin came to life and transformed into golden dragons, golden phoenixes, unicorns, phoenixes, Kunpeng, Kuiniu, ghost chariots, Chongming and so on, like the arrival of the era of ancient immortals and giant beasts.
Chanhai Guanwu swung the Kongming sword, which had not been unsheathed, like a stick, and blew away the shadows of all the ancient immortal beasts and smashed them onto the coffin.
“Bang!”
The coffin clanged as if a celestial bell had been struck.
Energy ripples permeate the void.
A tragic scream was heard from the coffin, as people were injured by the shock.
The person who was chopped off opened the coffin lid and found no head. He was wearing Buddhist robes, and his flesh and blood were all shattered. He tried to escape from the coffin.
"If you like staying in a coffin, then stay in it forever."
Chanhai Guanwu pressed the coffin lid, which had opened a crack, back on.
He slapped the coffin lid with his palm, knocking the palace-sized golden coffin from mid-air to the ground, smashing it into the area that was destroyed by the transcendent blood and flames.
“Boom!”
The Shilifang area sank into a huge pit.
The gold-cast coffin is concave and deformed.
There was no sound at all in the coffin, let alone screaming, as the soul was shattered.
It is taboo in Coffin Mountain to kill with one palm.
In the distance, An Xianjing, who witnessed all this, saw the red rosary string in her hand break and fall to the ground.
Chanhai Guanwu lifted the golden coffin with one hand, flew off the ground, and threw it towards Liunian Zen Temple.
“Bang!”
The golden coffin was as powerful as a bamboo breaking through a bamboo pole, like an arrow, smashing through the defense formation of the Six Thoughts Zen Temple. A magic mountain collapsed, burying all 1,200 monks.
Zen Master Liu Nian flew out from under the mud, frightened out of his wits. After taking a glance at Zen Hai Guan Wu, he fled to Lintai as fast as he could.
The only way to survive is to go to Lintai.
But the more he ran, the more uncertain he became. He felt as if Zen Hai Guan Wu was standing right behind him. This meant he was being locked onto by the other party's thoughts!
“Wow!”
The Kongming Sword flew out from Chanhai Guanwu's hand, crossed dozens of miles, pierced through the Zen Master Liunian, and nailed him to the stone steps at the foot of Lintai Mountain. The sword was still not unsheathed.
“Master…Father…”
The Third Palace Master on the top of Mount Lintai finally dared to recognize him. His determined eyes became moist, showing not only the longing for someone for thousands of years, but also the emotional outburst of bearing tremendous pressure alone in recent times.
At this moment, she wanted to cry, but was afraid of being scolded by her master.
Amid the sound of wind chimes, Chanhai Guanwu came to the foot of Lintai Mountain and pulled out the Kongming Sword. On the steps, there was a bloody hole as big as a plate on the back of Zen Master Liunian. His entire body was almost torn to pieces, and he was completely dead.
In the nearby black stone buildings, the Lingxiao martial artists and mind masters who were activating the formations looked at each other and knelt down together.
"Greetings...Greetings to the Mist Emperor!"
Tai Shi Yu knelt down and kowtowed with his forehead pressed to the ground.
Xingyue Nu also knelt down, and his heart was even more shocked than everyone else present. He thought of the previous contact between Wu Tianzi and Shenyinren.
Of course, no one was as shocked as Taishi Bai, who was far away in a geomantic tower in the south city.
Because he was the only person in the city, besides Taishigong, who knew about yesterday's wedding banquet.
"Welcome Emperor Wu back to Lingxiao!"
Princess Yunchang knelt on one knee, and her old voice spread throughout the city.
"Welcome Emperor Wu back to Lingxiao!"
Everyone in the Lintai shouted in unison, raising their voices to the limit.
"Welcome Emperor Wu back to Lingxiao!"
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The sound gradually spread throughout the city, like the roar of mountains and the sea, one layer upon another, with great momentum.
It was too incredible and too inspiring. Many martial artists in the city didn't even see the true form of the Mist Emperor, but they still shouted along.
Thousands of years ago, during the time when Emperor Wu was alive, the Lingxiao habitat consisted of as many as three hundred states. It was a prosperous time. Many people were proud of that era, knowing that the people of Lingxiao had once been glorious.
Chanhai Guanwu held the sword and walked towards the top of the mountain. Looking at the corpses and ruined buildings on the ground, he became more and more murderous. "Xiao Zhang, you and Cong'er should take good care of the formation and don't let them escape. Everything from now on will be left to me."
The Third Palace Master finally heard the Master's response. He could no longer suppress his emotions and burst into tears of joy. He nodded vigorously and whispered, "Master... I really miss you..."
Among the three disciples of Chanhai Guanwu, the character of the Third Palace Master was relatively weak, so she was not taught martial arts and was allowed to practice telekinesis instead.
Lord Lan used all his strength to drive the giant yellow mud warship to its strongest defense. It was protected by dark yellow lights and surrounded by thousands of scriptures.
Li Long stood on top of the 700-foot-high Lintai, his eyes fearful: "Emperor Wu, this is Lingxiao City. Even if you are strong, if you want to kill us all, millions of people in the city will be buried with you."
A suit of armor emerged from the Demon Kingdom's prince's body, emitting four colors of fairy mist. His figure was as tall as a divine peak, and his eyes were fixed on the Zen Sea and the Mist: "Mist Emperor, your condition is very unstable. Your Dharma energy is not at the level of a martial arts emperor, but Yu Yao's aura. The Kongming Sword is also Yu Yao's weapon. You left the city just now, did you send her away? Why, you don't have the confidence to defeat us?"
As one of the strongest men under the Emperor of Martial Arts, Yu Daozhen has unparalleled vision and wisdom, and can capture the truth from the subtleties. At the same time, he can also take the opportunity to attack the opponent's state of mind, pointing directly to the opponent's psychological weakness of lack of confidence.
After hearing what the Demon King's prince said, the group of transcendents who were frightened by the power of Chanhai Guanwu calmed their minds and used their strongest magic weapons.
Unless it is the Emperor of Martial Arts, no matter who the opponent is, he will die today.
Chi Luan stood in the fire cloud and laughed: "Li Longshu is right. If we fight in Lingxiao City, let's not talk about whether Wu Tianzi can win. Even if he wins, I'm afraid all the humans in the city will die."
Chanhai Guanwu walked upwards step by step, without even looking at Chiluan, and stared at Yu Daozhen: "Back then, I chased Yu Baxian for four million miles. If it weren't for the several martial arts emperors of Yingzhou who came forward to lobby, they were afraid that the war between the emperors would hurt too many innocent people. Otherwise, do you think he can save his life by making an oath?"
Chanhai Guanwu was also using this opportunity to tell Li Longshu and Chi Luan that when they were hunting down the Demon Lord, they were not bound by the four words "hurting the innocent", and today, when Ling Xiao's life and death is at stake, they will not be bound by the four words.
"Since Lord Wu has brought up the old matter again, today, I will dare to ask for your advice, to avenge the shame of my father's oath, and to wash away the humiliation of the Demon Nation for two thousand years."
The Demonic Prince looked at Lord Lan, Li Longshu, Chi Luan and others with sharp eyes. It was obviously impossible for him to act alone.
When Chanhai Guanwu returns after a thousand years, she will definitely cause great waves in Yingzhou. Who knows what her current state is?
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It’s the end of the month, so of course I still need a monthly pass!
I want to write more about the story of the war, and write more words every day, but my writing speed is too slow...
(End of this chapter)
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