Chapter 629 After six hundred years, Emperor Taizu came to the world!
Just when the situation on Daluo Island was changing.
Thousands of miles away in the capital, the imperial palace.
After having lunch in the afternoon, Eunuch Hai came to the courtyard of the Martial Arts Hall alone as usual. He moved a chair, sat down quietly, and closed his eyes to take a nap.
A gentle breeze blew, and the ancient trees in the corners of the deep red palace walls swayed.
As one of the very few people who knew that the empress was away, Eunuch Hai was responsible for guarding the imperial city.
Any outsider who dares to break into the palace at this juncture will be strangled by the chief palace priest whose life span is coming to an end.
Eunuch Hai thought that today would just be a quiet afternoon.
But after he closed his eyes and took only a dozen breaths, the old eunuch suddenly raised his eyelids, stepped his cloth boots on the blue brick floor, and his figure flew into the sky like an eagle, staring at the direction of the Taimiao!
“Boom boom boom—”
The Taimiao, where the rankings of emperors of all dynasties were enshrined, suddenly shook, causing the entire huge imperial palace to sway slightly.
An illusory dragon roar faintly rose from the Taimiao, and a bright beam of light rose from the ground and rushed straight into the clouds in the sky.
This magnificent scene startled countless female officials, eunuchs, palace maids, and even officials in the Imperial City's Xiuwenguan and other government offices. They walked out of the buildings in horror and looked up at the light column.
"What happened?"
"It's in the direction of the Imperial Ancestral Temple..."
"Go find His Majesty!"
When everyone was in a panic, suddenly everyone heard the deep voice of Eunuch Hai:
"Be patient, no one is allowed to leave their post without permission. Violators will be killed without mercy!"
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"Oh, what is that?"
Zhao's house.
Eugene Hua was taking advantage of the beautiful spring weather today and directing the servants to clean the garden drains. Suddenly, she saw some movement in the direction of the palace and was surprised.
Zhao Pan was holding the Pekingese dog, and the girl was also looking towards the palace in surprise, saying:
"Could it be that my sister-in-law is practicing?"
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Tianshi Mansion.
At this moment, the Tianshi Mansion was also in a small commotion. The sorcerers who were still staying in the capital came out and talked about it.
Because the Western Regions raised the banner of "Tianhu Destroying Buddhism" to attack Xiping, the Taoist sects, led by the Tianshi Mansion, have begun to provide support to Xiping.
It seems that the hatred between Buddhism and Taoism is about to be ignited again.
Therefore, any abnormality at this time would irritate the warlocks.
Suddenly, a tall black figure landed.
All the sorcerers saluted in unison: "Greetings, Heavenly Master!"
Zhang Yanyi put his hands behind his back, looked towards the Taimiao, his expression slightly absent-minded, and murmured:
"Has that thing finally come out?"
He then looked at everyone and said, "Nothing happened, everyone return to their places."
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Binhaidao, Daluo Island, on Dongxuan Lake.
"But Tianren...me too."
At this moment, the people here were unaware of the changes that had taken place in the capital, thousands of miles away.
Even Zhao Duan's whisper was heard by only a few people.
But they soon understood what had happened.
Because as Zhao Duan finished speaking, a golden pillar of light suddenly rose from his body, piercing through the sky and the earth, exactly the same as the one rising from the Taimiao!
When the beam of light appeared, a clear dragon roar echoed in everyone's ears.
At this moment, the dragon soul that had been sleeping in Zhao Duan's Dantian for more than a year finally opened its eyes. As soon as it woke up, it rushed out from between Zhao Duan's eyebrows, bathed in a column of light and soared up.
The dragon soul was originally tiny, but after it appeared in the world, it expanded rapidly in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge illusory dragon.
The divine dragon coiled around the golden pillar of light, its head raised, and let out a dragon roar.
And this is not the end.
Because the prototype of the "God of War" that was refined by Emperor Taizu's lifelong cultivation slowly disintegrated in the golden light and turned into countless light spots.
Immediately, the beam of light surrounding Zhao Duan suddenly expanded and spread to a radius of ten feet.
In this way, the originally tiny beam of light became a veritable giant tree in the sky, and in this golden light, the shadow of a huge "god" slowly emerged!
This "god" is different from the vague appearance of the gods we are familiar with in this world. Instead, it is lifelike.
He was wearing a dragon robe, a crown on his head, and holding a huge sword in front of him with both hands. His hair was black and his eyes were majestic.
It was so huge that it was almost as big as Yutou Mountain, and it almost penetrated into the battle between heaven and man that was taking place above the clouds.
A face familiar to countless people in the State of Yu, but overlooking the mountains and rivers with a cold look in his eyes.
"Emperor Taizu!"
Outside the crowd, Prince Chen was horrified. The moment he saw the Dragon Soul appear and the Emperor Taizu’s Dharma image descend, he lost his composure and knelt on his knees without hesitation, prostrating himself.
Princess Chen was slow to react for a moment, but soon realized what had happened, her beautiful eyes filled with shock and confusion.
But as clever as she was, she immediately followed her husband, knelt down, and shouted:
"Emperor Taizu!"
Yuxiu, Duan Shuiliu and others who were fighting were also shocked by this grand scene. They stopped fighting almost at the same time, kept a safe distance from each other, and looked up in a daze at the god's image that was as tall as a mountain and full of oppression.
Duan Shuiliu was trembling all over. At this moment, the contemporary Qingshan's chief disciple felt a deep fear.
He knew very well that it was the oppressive force of the gods.
Today’s fourth “celestial being” appeared.
In the sky.
Lian Wuxiankui slapped out his palm temporarily, briefly withdrawing from the battlefield, staring blankly at the Dharma image, and suddenly said:
"Dragon Soul... Rumor has it that the Dragon Soul left behind by Emperor Xu really exists? But why is it in this boy's body? And not in your hands?"
He looked at the empress doubtfully, feeling extremely puzzled.
With the empress's current real cultivation level, if she added the dragon soul, Wu Xiankui believed that he would no longer be her opponent, but he took it apart anyway.
"..." Xu Zhenguan was unable to answer, her beautiful face turning pale and blue. She couldn't say that she couldn't control the true teachings left by her ancestors. So she simply didn't explain, sneered, and slashed with her sword:
"Stop talking nonsense! Wu Fengzi, today it's either you or me, or I or you!"
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"Emperor Taizu... Dragon Soul... Impossible... Impossible..."
At this moment, the one who suffered the greatest shock was Prince Jing.
His original arrogance disappeared, replaced by confusion and puzzlement.
He was not surprised by the existence of Dragon Soul, but he didn't understand why an outsider like Zhao Duan could control it.
What made him even more angry was that when the Emperor Taizu's Dharma image appeared, he clearly felt his bloodline being stimulated, and his original cultivation was suppressed...
fortunately.
He had swallowed the Buddhist relic, and under the effect of the relic, his cultivation was not greatly affected. Otherwise, once the dragon soul came out, his cultivation would be suppressed to that of a mortal!
"Why...Ancestor, why are you being ordered around by this outsider?!" Prince Jing's eyes were almost filled with anger.
Zhao Duan was bathed in golden light at this moment and said with a smile:
"My dear grandson, why don't you kneel down when you see your ancestors?"
"I kneel to your mother..." Prince Jing cursed loudly, and then after feeling that the Dharmakaya also had the aura of the Heavenly Man Realm, his shock and anger turned into greed.
If he could extract the dragon soul from this pretty boy's body and digest it.
Then... thinking of this, Prince Jing became excited.
"I have to go back to Beijing and ask my aunt if she is willing." Zhao Duan said with a smile. He opened his arms, and the huge Dharma image behind him began to merge into his body along with the huge column of light.
In the blink of an eye, the light column disappeared, and the Dharma image also disappeared, but Zhao Duan's own aura continued to rise. His body was covered with a faint golden light, and in the blink of an eye, he had become a celestial being.
"Do you think you can suppress me like this? Wishful thinking!" Prince Jing sneered.
Was it because of the relic that he was not completely crushed to death?
Zhao Duan frowned, but then relaxed his brows. He didn't look at the sword on the ground, but twisted his wrist, making a crisp cracking sound, and grinned, revealing his white teeth:
"It's only natural for an ancestor to beat his grandson—righteousness!"
When he said the word "earth", he took a step forward and ran towards Prince Jing.
Before he could even utter the word "righteousness", he had already punched Prince Jing in the face!
Prince Jing was shocked and angry, and crossed his arms to block his body.
"Bang!"
The strong collision made everyone feel as if their hearts were hit hard by a drum hammer. Some mortals who were watching the fight felt dizzy and their hearts were overloaded with pumping large amounts of blood, almost collapsing.
Then, with the two of them as the center, the pavilions and towers on the ground collapsed easily like a "fortress" on the beach, and even those that were close were shaken into pieces.
Then, the tremors spread in a circular shape in all directions, circles of buildings were shattered like a whirlwind, countless bubbles appeared on the water surface, and large puffs of water vapor were evaporated into white mist, covering Dongxuan Lake.
The guests fled in terror, and Prince Chen and his wife were forcibly picked up by the guards and quickly fled to a farther place.
Even the other cultivators in the world who were fighting each other around all changed their expressions and turned around and ran away, staying far away from the battlefield of the battle between heaven and man.
The shock continues.
It probably started to shake slightly.
Immediately, under the gazes of countless people, the sound of air explosions was finally heard in the area shrouded in white mist, and then even the water vapor was evaporated and sublimated.
Prince Jing flew backwards, his feet touching the water surface as he slid towards the center of Dongxuan Lake. His whole body was crackling from the punch.
His hair crown fell off, causing his long black hair to flutter and blood to flow from the corner of his mouth. He barely managed to steady himself and looked in horror at Zhao Duan, who took another step and appeared in front of him with a long laugh. He had a clear estimate of the cultivation level of both parties in his mind.
If both were in their complete state, the two would be roughly the same, but because Long Po suppressed his own cultivation, he was completely at a disadvantage at this moment.
“Above heaven and man, there are also highs and lows.”
Zhao Duan said:
"Xu Wen, it seems you are no match for me. Why don't you surrender?"
Prince Jing was furious. He also pulled his elbow back, drawing the energy from his body, and threw a punch:
"roll!"
The two men exchanged punches for the second time. This time, with them as the center, more than a dozen water columns exploded in the entire Dongxuan Lake, with a terrifying momentum.
Even the Empress and Wu Xiankui in heaven had to move further away and make way for the battlefield to prevent the four celestial beings from using their full strength and causing the energy to crush everyone around them.
This time, Prince Jing paid the price of a bloody arm, but he still successfully repelled Zhao Duan.
He refused to give in, took a deep breath, and the relic in his body shone brightly. He slapped out with his perfect palm, and water droplets in the sky gathered together, like a river in the sky, smashing towards Zhao Duan.
Zhao Duan did not dodge or evade, but plunged into it. The power of the black tortoise seal on his body avoided the water vapor. He rushed out of the "Sky River" and grabbed Prince Jing with both hands.
There were no mysterious techniques or moves. At this moment, Zhao Duan actually abandoned all "tactics" and grabbed Prince Jing's shoulders with both hands as if he was fighting on the street. He exerted force with his waist, twisted his feet, turned in a circle on the spot, and threw Prince Jing out like a sandbag!
Fell towards Yutou Mountain!
This brutal, wrestling-like fighting style left the watching masters dumbfounded.
However, Zhao Duan and Xu Wen both forcibly borrowed the power of the gods, and did not have the ability and time to fully master the essence of the gods. Therefore, this barbaric fighting style was most suitable for them.
"boom!"
Prince Jing slammed into the cliff face in a big letter shape, his whole body embedded in it, and the huge mountain shook.
The Drunken Sword Immortal and other people in the martial arts world on the mountain were completely stunned. How could they still have the mentality to comment and watch the fun?
It was like a jungle beast rushing into Jurassic Park, looking at the fighting Tyrannosaurus Rex, without any thought of judging it at all.
Tang Ping, Chen Gui and others were also shocked and speechless. They just did their job, guarding the Tianyuan cannon and waiting for Zhao Duan's order.
"Wow--"
Prince Jing pulled himself out of the cliff, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His armor was frayed, and his eyes flashed with madness:
"Child! Don't go too far!"
He stomped his feet hard on the mountain, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Zhao Duan. The relic in Prince Jing's body was spinning wildly, continuously pumping him amazing power.
Prince Jing punched out wildly with his fists, and in the blink of an eye, he had thrown hundreds of punches.
When facing the crazy Prince Jing, even though Zhao Duan was in a dominant position, he was still forced to defend himself with crazy punches.
"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
In an instant, the two men's fists intertwined, and Zhao Duan's clothes were smashed to pieces, revealing a fiery red armor.
Red Flame Holy Armor!
Flames gushed out, enveloping the two of them in a world of fire.
The terrifying high temperature distorted the air, and Prince Jing's robe began to burn and turned into ashes. He was forced to retreat and break away from Zhao Duan, gasping for breath. However, Zhao Duan was relentless. Relying on the "defense" of the Red Flame Holy Armor and his extremely suppressive cultivation, he began to beat Prince Jing violently.
Yes, a beating!
At this moment, in the eyes of all spectators, the fighting on Dongxuan Lake appeared overwhelming.
Zhao Duan was like an ancient fire god, his whole body engulfed in flames, dragon roars echoing from his body from time to time, and he continuously attacked Prince Jing in various ways.
The ancient armor on Prince Jing's body was dented and broken under the constant attacks, and his body was stained with blood. How tragic could it be?
However, the relics and his own cultivation continued to repair his injuries, allowing him to stand firm.
In the end, Prince Jing could no longer bear it and began to flee. Then he discovered in despair that his speed was not as fast as Zhao Duan. Every time he escaped, he would be caught up by Zhao Duan and pulled back.
"Is the gap so huge?" Gongshu Tianyuan grinned as he watched, carrying a bamboo tube on his back.
Jin Jian also held a staff and piled shields around him. He looked at the scene in astonishment and even felt a little sympathy for Prince Jing.
But this scene, when it happened to the other side, was completely different and terrifying.
Duan Shuiliu's face twitched, and he finally felt uneasy. His attack on Yuxiu slowed down, and he began to look up at the distant sky frequently, hoping that Yi Wuxiankui would defeat the empress and come down to help quickly.
Chai Keqiao was holding an axe, panting. A bunch of messy mechanical creations were floating in the lake under his feet, but he was not staring at Gongshu Tianyuan. Instead, he looked solemnly at the powerful Zhao Duan.
If they continue to fight like this, are they going to lose?
"No... any strength has a price. Zhao Duan can't hold on any longer." Xiao Ran suddenly said.
The words fell.
The fighting on Dongxuan Lake finally paused, as if Zhao Duan finally felt tired and stopped attacking.
Prince Jing finally got a chance to breathe a sigh of relief. He was in a state of disarray, standing in the air over the lake, staring with some fear at Zhao Duan who was standing in the flames in the distance.
Zhao Duan frowned, raised his hand to wipe his nose, and his palm was covered in blood.
At this moment, light purple blood was flowing out of his nostrils, ear holes, and even the corners of his eyes.
“Tick-tock.”
“Tick-tock.”
“Tick-tock.”
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Falling into the turbulent lake below.
Prince Jing was stunned at first, then burst into laughter: "Zhao Duan! You can't hold on any longer!"
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