Chapter 1079: Civil and Military Affairs Reversed (Part 8) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
Gong Xichou was completely speechless.
Or rather, he was no longer able to think at that moment.
Wei Cheng raised his mace at Ji Moqiu, and mysterious, familiar array patterns unfolded in mid-air, the beam of light slamming towards Ji Moqiu's position. He dodged, and as soon as he landed, he saw a pair of hands emerge from the center of the beam of light, forcefully tearing open the beams to both sides.
A strange head emerged from the mouth.
It's strange because I've never seen anyone like this before!
Its exposed skin was clearly a layer of tree bark, its skin a strange brownish-red, with green moss as its eyebrows, branches and leaves as its hair, and the tree trunk as its body. When it stepped out of the pillar of light, everyone could see its full size, which was eight zhang tall, and they all gasped in shock.
Gong Xichou's eyes widened in fury as he struggled violently to break free of his restraints. His movements were so violent that the chains on the shackles jingled loudly: "How dare you disturb my ancestors!"
He didn't control his voice, and many people heard it.
Look at Gongxi Chou and then at that tree-man.
It seems to be a matter of determining whether these two belong to the same race.
Incredibly, Gongxi Chou was not lying. After a member of the Gongxi clan dies, their body is given to the high priest for a special cremation, and the ashes are transformed into a plant seed, thus bringing peace to the soul. Gongxi Chou witnessed them moving graves when he was young.
At that time, the ancestors at the ancestral graves suddenly became listless. The old priest went to inquire what was wrong, and the ancestors said that the original location had too little sunlight and they couldn't see the sunrise. Left with no other choice, the old priest had to select a suitable feng shui site, hold a ceremony, and the ancestors were all uprooted and moved to the new graves—the very spot where Qi Yuanliang was met.
Tang Guo led his troops in a surprise attack on the clan's territory, setting it ablaze. The old priest was seriously injured and died, and there was no one left to communicate with the ancestors at the ancestral graves. Gong Xi Chou didn't know if they were dead or not. Since recognizing his brother, the two brothers hadn't had a chance to go back and take stock, and the matter had been delayed again and again.
I never expected to see a "person" on the battlefield who resembles my ancestor.
Gong Xichou was furious.
Extreme anger caused his dantian to fluctuate violently, and the martial energy... no, the literary energy in his limbs and bones surged and roared, like a volcano erupting from its throes, breaking through the shackles! He forcefully used his gentle literary energy to shatter the shackles imposed by Ji Moqiu!
Carrying a wooden stick, ready to join in at any moment.
Wei Cheng stood on the tree man's shoulder, about to unleash his magic.
But this time it didn't work.
Ji Moqiu silently closed in instantly, swinging his red-tasseled spear in a wide arc. The scarlet arc resembled a red dragon coiling around his body. As the spear tip thrust out, the dragon shadow, along with the spear shadow, hurtled towards Weicheng with unstoppable force.
Wei Cheng stopped him using only the handle of his mace.
Accompanied by the shockwave and the booming sound of the impact, Ji Moqiu was not only not knocked back, but instead took a step forward, riding the wind to meet the attack head-on. A sky full of crimson spear shadows erupted on the tree-man's shoulder, each spear piercing the air and creating sonic booms powerful enough to shatter a person's internal organs. Ji Moqiu calmly blocked Wei Cheng's retreat, his gaze fixed on the latter's chest.
There was a problem that troubled Gong Xichou, and it also troubled him.
The high priest's power stems from his faith in God.
Once faith disappears, the divine power gained will vanish.
Even if Wei Cheng forcibly merged with the high priest through devouring, how could he, who had never believed in gods, use divine power to perform the high priest's magic? Not to mention using the vitality of the earth to enlighten trees with divine power and give them temporary spiritual consciousness.
Yes, this tree-man is not an ancestor of the Gongxi clan.
It was merely a tree that Wei Cheng had consecrated. Similar to the warriors that Wu Dan used martial energy to create soldiers, the high priest could also use divine power to simulate spiritual consciousness, turning plants from static "dead things" into "living things," thereby creating a formidable army.
This method isn't too difficult. When Uncle Lin is too busy, Ji Moqiu will bring out a few birds to help Uncle Lin with the chores.
You're still alive?
Although it was a question, he spoke with a confident tone, but he was forced back by a mace that came crashing down on him as soon as he asked it.
At the same time, hundreds of barbed vines burst forth from beneath Ji Moqiu's feet. These vines intertwined densely, surging forth like a burst dam, or like countless vibrant, venomous snakes flicking their tongues and writhing their bodies, relentlessly pursuing him. Ji Moqiu swept his spear, and the viscous crimson arc of light transformed into red and white flames with a soft "poof," crashing headlong into them!
The red and white flames were even more intense than when doused with flammable oil.
The terrifying heat caused the air passing through to become noticeably distorted.
The vines' vanguard had barely touched the flames when the fire spread like wildfire. Before they could even retract their swooping momentum, they were completely consumed by the merciless flames. The flames, not content with this, not only burned the vines but also tried to extend their reach towards the tree-man, though they failed.
Wei Cheng raised his hand and unleashed a palm print.
The giant palm shadow easily crushed the flame.
Sparks leaked through the gaps between the transparent fingers, fell to the ground with a final groan, and then fell silent! In terms of combat experience, ten Ji Moqius tied together couldn't match one Wei Cheng.
No matter how Ji Moqiu attacked, he could always deflect the spear tip aimed at his chest at just the right moment, while simultaneously unleashing an even more cunning and vicious counterattack, forcing Ji Moqiu to retreat and defend.
"You're still alive!"
Ji Moqiu's voice became three degrees sterner.
Answer me!
Wei Cheng's skull beneath his helmet emitted a mocking sneer.
He knew very well that Ji Moqiu's three sentences were not directed at him, but at the owner of the face on his chest.
But what's the point?
It was all in vain!
Wei Cheng wielded his mace with incredible agility, the hammerhead moving with unparalleled precision, twisting and turning like a snake at tricky angles along the shaft of the red-tasseled spear, accelerating towards Ji Moqiu's face. The speed was so great that not even a fleeting afterimage could be seen!
All that could be seen was the dazzling sparks produced by the friction of metal against metal.
Bang--
Before the hammer even arrived, the compressed gas bullet had already struck the target.
Caught off guard, Ji Moqiu was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. Even as he tried to regain his balance and slow down using the treant's body, Wei Cheng was faster. In the blink of an eye, Wei Cheng was back up, mace in hand, this time targeting not Ji Moqiu's faceplate, but his helmet: "Give me your life!"
boom--
Another explosion.
The immense force left a horrific dent on the tree-man's body.
Half of his shoulder was blasted into dust.
Wood chips and bark scraps flew everywhere, smoke and dust swirled, and a faint smell of blood mingled in the air. Wei Cheng stared at the large crater in the tree-man's trunk, a splatter of blood visible within. The crisp, bloody scent made the flames in his pupils tremble and flicker violently; even his soul seemed to tremble with celebration at this rare delicacy!
"Huh?"
They did not see the headless corpse with its head smashed as expected.
Wei Cheng straightened up, gripped the hammer handle, and looked up.
Ji Moqiu, who should have been torn to pieces, was experiencing rapid chest heaving.
The visor shattered, pieces falling off to reveal a handsome face mostly soaked in blood. Blood trickled down from his forehead and brow bone, and he could barely open his right eye.
Wei Cheng held the hammerhead to his nose and sniffed it, as if trying to absorb the cool scent that could soothe his soul. But the flames only calmed down for a moment before they began to flicker violently again, and the emotion called greed almost materialized.
"Your skills are indeed much better than hers."
The high priests of the Gongxi clan are not good at close combat.
Despite the variety of techniques, it's easy to get one-on-one killed.
The young Ji Moqiu before me was so young, yet his performance was so remarkable, managing to outmaneuver me so many times—it truly exceeded my expectations. However, that was all—weren't ants, and slightly stronger ants, essentially all easily crushed?
Ji Moqiu roughly wiped the blood off his face with his free hand.
He shouted sternly, "She's still alive!"
Wei Cheng rested the mace on his shoulder.
He rarely answered, but Ji Moqiu's question was directed at him: "I am still alive, but it is more painful than death."
Wei Cheng lowered his voice when he said this.
Like a demon from hell whispering in your ear, the chilling tone accompanied by a chilling malice seeped into your neck. This was a being repulsive in every way: "High Priest, I advise you not to struggle anymore. A peaceful death will save you some suffering. Don't think that by deceiving someone into giving you a 'divine awakening,' you can suddenly challenge me."
Wei Cheng knew his old friend Ga was there when he saw Ji Mo Qiu.
Given that guy's not very bright, he was most likely tricked.
However, Wei Cheng didn't have much camaraderie with his colleagues and didn't react much. If he did, he'd just mutter a curse about being in the way. If it weren't for that guy's [Enlightenment] which greatly boosted Ji Moqiu's strength, even if he wasn't at his peak, he could have smashed one down in a few blows, instead of struggling to catch his prey after dozens of moves. Alas, his poor pot was almost boiled dry.
Ji Moqiu raised his blood-stained hand, his fingers relaxed, palm facing down, blood dripping down his fingers, one drop at a time. The boy opened his uninjured eye and said, "I told you, you shouldn't use your ancestors to measure my strength."
The voice was several degrees colder than before.
It sounds more like a grown man's voice than a teenager's.
Wei Cheng let out a sneer, the face on his chest seeming to sigh.
However, Wei Cheng's smile vanished the next second. Not only him, but Wu Zhaode, who had been watching the battle with satisfaction, was also speechless with shock. If anyone could remain calm and composed, it was the Elder of the Eternal Life Sect! It seemed as if everything was under his control.
Behind Ji Moqiu, countless vines and tender shoots burst forth from the tree-man's body, growing wildly upon contact with the air, like a group of piranhas that had smelled blood, frantically charging toward their target.
Throughout the entire process, Ji Moqiu remained completely still.
He kept his hand raised.
He doesn't need to move!
Countless vines parted like a surging tide, tacitly bypassing Ji Moqiu, and all rushed towards Wei Cheng. Even the tree-man that Wei Cheng had consecrated opened its eyes at this moment, revealing six pairs of perfectly aligned scarlet beast eyes! At the same time, twelve crimson fire lines erupted from its surface.
puff--
puff--
puff--
Shen Tang keenly sensed the ground beneath her feet shaking.
This amplitude doesn't resemble an earthworm turning over; rather, it looks like some enormous creature is pounding against the ground, trying to break through the soil and emerge!
As expected, subsequent developments confirmed her suspicions.
One after another, strange and grotesque plant-like figures rose from the ground.
They were enormous, ruthlessly stealing the only sunlight from this world, and turned around in unison, completely surrounding the original treants. Ji Moqiu's armor also changed, with a small section of a cloak embroidered with the dark patterns of a high priest appearing on his shoulder.
It's more of an ornament than a cape.
Below, Gong Xiqiu was questioning his existence, even forgetting to worry about Ji Moqiu—he remembered that the wooden staff was an important medium for the high priest to communicate with the gods, and also an important tool for casting spells. Without the wooden staff, those with stronger divine power would have their sacrificial rituals greatly reduced, while those with weaker divine power would be rendered useless. And his elder brother's divine power was sealed at this moment, so normally he couldn't use any spells.
If these trees are unusable, what's going on with them?
If Gong Xichou could discover it, Wei Cheng would naturally understand it as well.
How could this be?
Wei Cheng didn't take the vines seriously at all; the strongest of the treants summoned by Ji Moqiu was only at the third-tier Zan Niao level. The handle of his mace extended in the wind. At his level of strength, he had long abandoned flashy but impractical moves, and with a single strike, he shattered all obstacles in his path with overwhelming force. The aftershocks exploded from him, blasting the heads of several giant treants into dust.
"You shouldn't have any divine power in your body."
"My blood is divine power."
The teacher said he was born with divine favor.
Before his wisdom was awakened, Ji Moqiu could not understand the meaning of this sentence. Later, he realized its profound meaning—his bones and blood were formed from the purest divine power! In terms of divine power alone, he was probably the strongest in history, but his teacher forbade him to use it.
[Because these divine powers are like water without a source, or a tree without roots, they can be used by you, but they don't belong to you. Use a little, and it will diminish; use too much, and you might lose your life.]
Ji Moqiu didn't understand: "[Not mine? Then to whom does it belong?]"
The teacher chuckled softly: "Perhaps it's a gift from a past life."
Only this explanation makes sense.
Ji Mo Can and his wife were both mortals, so how could they give birth to a monstrous child who was born with a mortal body but whose internal organs were all made of divine power? This child was blessed by the gods from birth.
After Ji Moqiu's wisdom was awakened, he recalled the words of his master and disciple and stopped abusing that divine power. It wasn't that he was afraid of death, but simply because it didn't belong to him. At least, it didn't belong to his current self. In terms of the sincerity of his faith and the purity of his divine power, he firmly believed that he wouldn't lose to that "self." He never expected that this principle would be broken by his own hands so quickly.
The flames in Wei Cheng's eyes seemed to hold unexpected emotions.
This feeling was fleeting.
The ingredients were of such high quality that he considered them a treasure.
"Your blood is divine power?" Wei Cheng rarely showed such thirst. If he still had a tongue, he would definitely lick his dry lips to suppress his frenzied and savage desire. "I can't even imagine how delicious it would be to wash you clean, stuff you into a pot, and cook you!"
"Give it to me!"
Wei Cheng completely lost control and burst into wild laughter.
A hundred or so sharp voices from men and women overlapped together.
They all spoke at once, their voices indistinct and unclear.
Faintly, one could hear words like "tear him apart," "avenge him," and "drain his blood." Wei Cheng ignored them, completely releasing the restrictions. An ominous black mist erupted from his body, instantly enveloping most of the battlefield and completely blocking out the sunlight overhead.
A single hammer blow shatters the heavens.
A terrifying pressure descended from above, causing countless warhorses to prostrate themselves.
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