Chapter 170 Hou Yi Shoots Down the Suns
“If the Golden Crow Prince dies, the Witch and Demon races will be beyond saving,” Zhunti said to the guide. “As long as the Witch and Demon races withdraw from the stage, the fate of heaven and earth will be reshuffled, and the great prosperity of Buddhism will be just around the corner.”
"Let me stir up this heavenly secret..." Jieyin unleashed his power, firmly separating this world from the control of the Heavenly Dao. Even though they knew the Golden Crow Prince was innocent, they only needed to wait a little longer—less than a quarter of an hour.
If the lich demons don't withdraw, they will occupy the lion's share of the primordial fortune, leaving no room for Buddhism.
Chang Hao, far away in Lishan, sat up in shock. Ignoring the fact that his physical body had just become a saint, he said, "Yaochi, issue my decree, ordering the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas to spread clouds and rain throughout the prehistoric world, so as not to cause the prehistoric world to become a barren wasteland with no vegetation."
Seeing that her senior brother had disappeared into Lishan, Yaochi hurriedly headed towards the East Sea. Her senior brother had never been so distraught before; the matter must be serious. However, why were ten suns appearing in the sky all at once? It was so dazzling and bright.
Chang Hao immediately appeared beside Xiao Shi using the Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag, grabbed a Sun-Shooting Arrow, and threw it down with raging anger.
"Hou Yi, be careful..." Prince Changqin pulled Hou Yi back, but he himself was almost stabbed through by the Sun-Shooting Sword. He said with lingering fear, "Are you crazy? You think you can shoot down the sun?"
"The ten princes of the Golden Crow are causing havoc in the primordial world, why can't I shoot them down? I am doing this to rid the world of a scourge, a great deed." Hou Yi didn't care what the identities of the creatures flying in the sky were. If the Ancestral Witches dared not seek revenge, then he would do it himself.
"Without the sun, how could billions of living beings in the primordial world survive? All plants and trees turn towards the sun, so where would our people get food? The little princes are still young. The scorched earth has only just happened. In just a few breaths, the Demon Emperor will soon find a way to remedy the situation. One shot from you, and it's all over!" If Hou Yi hadn't been one of Prince Changqin's few good friends, Prince Changqin would have just wanted to kill Hou Yi.
"With the sun as our guide, what does it matter whether the Golden Crow exists or not..." Hou Yi's eyes were bloodshot, and demonic energy lingered in his heart. At this moment, Hou Yi could not think of anything else but shooting down the sun.
What do you mean "it has nothing to do with us"? His mother was also human. Crown Prince Changqin said in a sinister tone, "Without the sun, what will humanity do? You destroy the sun for your momentary pleasure, but humanity can only wait to die."
"What does the life or death of the human race have to do with the witch race?" Hou Yi roared back without thinking.
Prince Changqin was heartbroken. The human race was his mother's race. He knew that some of the great shamans in his race looked down on him, but today it was Hou Yi who said these words. Prince Changqin was truly saddened.
Chang Hao extinguished the uncontrollable solar fire emanating from the little golden crows, preventing them from continuing to commit boundless evil deeds, and then prepared to break the blockade.
At this time, the figures of the dragon race could be seen everywhere in the prehistoric land, riding the clouds and making rain. The burning sensation brought by the little golden crows had not yet taken root in people's hearts before it was completely extinguished by the heavy rain.
Zhunti was startled to discover a Quasi-Saint intruding through the mist. "Senior Brother, who has the ability to break through our blockade?"
"He's at the peak of Quasi-Saint level, Junior Brother, don't panic, I'll take care of it." Jie Yin didn't even look at him before striking Chang Hao with a palm.
"So someone was behind this." Chang Hao turned around and thrust his sword at the golden palm.
The familiar sword gleamed in the thick fog, causing Jieyin to retreat hastily, withdrawing his large hand and taking a blow from Chang Hao's sword before fleeing this world.
"Senior brother..." Zhunti exclaimed in surprise. Who was so capable of injuring his senior brother?
"Junior brother, let's go..." Jieyin was terrified, he never expected that the first person to come to save the little golden crow would be Fellow Daoist Chang Hao.
If he had actually killed Fellow Daoist Chang Hao just now, once the secrets of heaven are revealed, the Dao Ancestor would be the first to not spare him.
“Little Golden Crow…” Zhunti felt a pang of resentment. After this, they would hardly ever encounter such a perfect situation again.
"It was Fellow Daoist Chang Hao who broke in!" Jieyin shouted in a low voice. This sentence was more effective than anything else.
Zhunti was immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. He obediently followed Jieyin and left quietly.
If an opportunity is lost, you can look for it again and wait for another, but if you offend the Dao Ancestor, there will be no future.
They already carried the label of rebellious disciples who had broken away from the sect, and the Dao Ancestor was probably looking for an excuse to make trouble. They couldn't just give the Dao Ancestor a handle to deal with them.
With the seal broken by the two saints, Chang Hao easily cleaved the seal with a single sword strike. Xiao Shi, holding the gourd, whispered again, "My darling, please turn around."
The thick fog that obscured vision and consciousness gradually dissipated, and the nine little golden crows, grasped by an invisible giant hand, slowly disappeared into the fog without even uttering a cry of alarm...
This time, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife easily locked onto Hou Yi, who was still drawing his bow and shooting arrows. Prince Changqin tried to persuade Hou Yi to listen, but to no avail. He was so angry that he turned away and decided to leave Hou Yi to be killed.
The dragons have been summoned to clean up the mess, and the Demon Emperor Donghuang will surely arrive soon.
I wonder if Hou Yi's wild shooting hit the little golden crow? Prince Changqin was terrified and searched the ground for the golden figure. Pangu God, please don't hit it. If it did, let me check if it's still breathing. It's better to be alive than dead.
"Where are you going?" Hou Yi grabbed Prince Changqin. "Don't even think about leaving. There's still a golden crow in the sky that we haven't shot down yet. This one is more troublesome. You have to help me."
“Wh…what?” Crown Prince Changqin was shocked and speechless. “You shot down nine golden crows? You…” Crown Prince Changqin’s golden eyes dimmed as a flying dagger struck his chest.
Oh no, Prince Changqin possesses a primordial spirit...
Hou Yi was stunned. No, he didn't want to use the long zither to block the flying swords that slay immortals; he just wanted the zither to be plucked with its fifty strings to deal with the flying swords...
Xiao Shi was also stunned. Who would have thought that Hou Yi would be so despicable, single-handedly causing the death of their Wu tribe's crown prince, Changqin? Whose fault was this? Whose sin was it?
Chang Hao was certain that under his strict defense, not a single Sun-Shooting Arrow hit the Little Golden Crow, but after the thick fog dissipated, he could not find the Little Golden Crow anywhere.
"Where are Xiao Jiu and the others?" Chang Hao asked anxiously, his face turning pale.
Xiao Shi, disregarding the fact that he had accidentally killed Prince Changqin with a flying knife, asked, "Ninth Brother... Eldest Brother... Where are you?"
The brothers shared a deep understanding; both Xiao Shi and Chang Hao were certain that Little Golden Crow was alright. But where had it gone? Chang Hao led Xiao Shi on a search…
With the death of Prince Changqin, the fortune of the Wu clan immediately declined. Dijiang immediately sensed something was wrong and rushed to the scene of the crime with the nearby Ancestral Witch Houtu and Ancestral Witch Gonggong.
"Changqin..." Dijiang cried out in anguish, "My son..."
Houtu's eyes were red-rimmed as she looked up at the two figures, one large and one small, in mid-air. "Fellow Daoist Chang Hao... why did you resort to such a cruel act?"
"Get out..." Chang Hao's face was ashen. "Crown Prince Changqin is cursed by Heaven. Why don't you ask your clan's Great Shaman what exactly happened? If it weren't for him, Crown Prince Changqin wouldn't have suffered this calamity today."
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