Chapter 117 – Desperation (I)

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Zhao Shou brought the Confucian Sage’s Ying Soul and crashed into the thick black clouds with an unstoppable and unavoidable momentum.

He and the Confucian Sage Ying Soul were instantly engulfed by the black clouds, and the black clouds that had almost replaced half of the sky quickly contracted and gathered towards the center, as if they wanted to wrap and refine the Confucian Sage Ying Soul.

But in the next moment, in the dark and heavy black clouds, a clear light bloomed out, and then thousands of beams of light broke through the black clouds, the clear gas and black clouds mixed and entangled, as if a chemical reaction occurred, the high altitude produced a continuous explosion.

Explosions cascaded, shaking the ground fleeing people prostrate on the ground, clutching their heads and shivering, completely losing their minds, leaving only boundless fear.

In the face of natural disasters, human fear consumes reason and loses thinking.

But shivering did not change their fate, and most died from the shockwaves of the explosions, with each “thunderclap” creating a terrifying storm that swept people and objects from the surface of the earth into the sky.

This also includes the army of walkers.

The black cloud thinned at a rate visible to the naked eye from the series of explosions.

“Roar!”

A huge fuzzy face protruded from the black cloud, roaring deafeningly in anger.

The army of walking corpses on the ground quickly withered, and a stream of blood light converged into the clouds, and the black clouds, which had originally become thin, once again became thick and heavy, and the color was splashed with ink.

“No Blood Spirit Technique shall be performed here!”

A thick, low voice came out of the clouds.

The next moment, the strand of blood qi collapsed and the army of walking corpses stood woodenly.

“The dead should be put in the ground.”

The low, muffled voice came again.

Unbelievable scene happened, the barren ground cracked open a crack, the black army of walking corpses fall into the cracks, then the cracks close, one moment or thousands of horses, the next moment empty, only the devastated earth left.

The tide of corpses that were swallowed by the crack in the earth completely disconnected from the Sorcerer God at this moment.

Seeing this, the Sorcerer God immediately summoned nine blurred shadows, nine First Grade Martial Artists, each of which was a figure at the pinnacle of the Martial Dao, possessing the immense power to move mountains and fill in the seas, and was once an invincible person on earth.

Though it was unlikely that their true battle power would be the same as it was in life, retaining only their physique, strength, and chakra.

But the Confucian Saints are not the Confucian Saints in their lifetime, and with the Witch God in front of them, the nine first-class aids, when facing the other super-classes, when used properly, these are the nine war powers that can change the battlefield.

Yet He was up against the Confucian saint.

The moment the nine First Grade Martial Artists coalesced, the sky on the other side, the same nine figures emerged.

A Buddhist bodhisattva sitting on a nine-petaled lotus platform with a miniature sun condensed behind his head, a few thousand years ago.

A wearing a dragon robe and a crown, carrying a halberd, holding a bronze sword with intricate patterns in his hand, this is a certain emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the past.

One was bare-chested, stout and strong, the lower half of his body was a thick snake’s tail, his hands were unarmed, and his eyes were as scarlet as snow.

One was a complete beast, resembling a lion, with six heads and a mane of tiny snakes.

Of the remaining six, three are readers wearing Confucian robes and crowns, and one of them is also the founder of the Yunlu Academy, a first-grade saint.

There are also three wearing Taoist robes, one with a sword like a rainbow, one with the power of merit and virtue, and one with an illusory figure, as if in another world.

The Confucian Sage also recruited former powerhouses with whom he had a causal relationship, and the system was more elaborate and the means more comprehensive.

As for the means of summoning, of course, it was whored out to the Witch God.

Confucian students of the sixth rank of Confucianism can quickly learn other people’s spells and skills and record them, the readers, the ability to learn is the base drill.

And at the level of a Confucian Sage, one only needed to look at it to replicate 100% of the enemy’s spells.

The eighteen former strong Ying Souls battled into a ball, relying on the cooperation of multiple systems, the Buddhist Sect playing auxiliary, the Confucian Sect playing control, the Earth Sect chipping away at the blessed margins, the Demon Barbarians and the Martial Artists carrying the damage in the first place, and the Human Sect Heavenly Sect playing the output.

The nine Wufu Ying souls summoned by the Witch God were quickly strangled clean.

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“This place casts spells to kill!”

“This place shall not be dreamed of!”

“The power of heaven and earth may not be summoned here!”

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With each chant, the Sorcerer God’s spells were stripped of a portion of their spells, while the figure of the Confucian Sage was vaporized with it. In

When the Confucian Sage stopped chanting, the Sorcerer God lost all of his transcendent abilities; He was empty of transcendent qualities, but without the corresponding powers and spells.

Immediately after, the Confucian Sage held the carving knife, already on the verge of an illusory figure, took a step out and stabbed out the ancient and unadorned carving knife, and immediately the wind and thunder stirred, and the sky and the earth changed color.

The piercing clear light swelled out like a small sun.

The black clouds were annihilated in layers and turbulence, and huge blurred faces coalesced once again, emitting angry hisses:

“Confucian Sage!”

In the next moment, it too annihilated along with the black cloud.

The sun was shining, the sky was blue, there was no wind, there were clouds, and it was peaceful and calm.

It was as if nothing had happened.

The people and officers who survived, looked around in bewilderment, and after confirming their safety, they immediately broke out into a shocking cheer.

Chu Yuanzhuan stood woodenly, tears blurring his eyes.

Huaiqing glanced at him, this earthly emperor was cold as ice and deeply mournful, took a deep breath and said:

“The Sorcerer God did not die, but was only dispersed by the Confucian Sage’s Yuan Shen, within, will surely make a comeback. Chu brother, you quickly go to a trip to the Inuyong Mountain, let the martial arts alliance cooperate with the Jianzhou government, gather the people, abandon Zizi heavy property, as soon as possible to withdraw to the capital.”

Chu Yuanzhan nodded, hesitated slightly, and said:

“Your Majesty, what about you?”

Huaiqing laughed bitterly:

“There is no longer a single ounce of qi in my body, the Great Feng is going to die.”

The Da Feng’s qi has been dispersed, just like the three Yan Kang Jing countries, which died without their qi and became part of the Da Feng.

Now that the Dafeng’s luck is gone, it seems only a matter of time before it is swallowed up by the superpowers.

Thinking about this, Chu Yuanjian’s mood became even heavier and more sorrowful, not knowing where the future of the Great Fathers lay, and where the future of the living beings of the Nine States lay.

“Nowadays, we can only do our best.”

Not caring about his grief, he bowed toward Huaiqing, leaped onto the spine of his sword, and whistled away.

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Leizhou.

Yang Gong’s body shook abruptly, and the clear qi in his eyes highlighted, becoming extremely dense and flowing slowly as if it were a river.

He felt the descent of the Confucian Sage and then understood Zhao Shou’s choice.

Uncontrollable sadness, confusion, and uncertainty welled up in his heart, and tears slid silently down his cheeks as the newly promoted third-ranked scholar whispered:

“The Dean perished!

“Dabong ……. The country’s luck is lost.”

Li Miaozhen, who was in front of the Imperial Sword, looked back with a huff, sadness welling up in her eyes, as well as the sadness of her lips dying.

The other Transcendent Powers were silent at the same time.

“Great!”

The Bodhisattva of the Galaxy Tree shook Asura with one punch, shook off his bloody fist, and recovered instantly.

Not far away, Bodhisattva Guangxian revealed a smile, and Liuli also breathed a sigh of relief.

The three Bodhisattvas watched Zhao Shou’s departure and didn’t go to stop him; on one hand, the pressure on them would be suddenly alleviated by the departure of a second-grade scholar, and on the other hand, they would also need someone to hold off the Sorcerer God and stall for time.

Because, Shinshu is dying!

Two giants stood in the “mud” pool, one was the Buddha’s condensation of the Buddha’s teachings, and after He merged into the Vajra Dharma, a ring of fire burned behind his head, and behind his back twelve pairs of arms holding various kinds of magic weapons grew.

Still fuzzy.

Another pitch-black phantom, twelve pairs of arms broken in half and unable to coalesce for a long time, his breath had slipped severely.

On one side stood seven phantoms behind them, their aura like a rainbow not seeing any weakening; on the other side, the phantoms were tattered, not even having the power to reunite.

The highs and lows are immediately apparent.

“Phew …….”

The golden wind and wave lifted up, and the boundless “mud pool” cracked ()…….co

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Opening his mouth, he spat out a miniaturized golden sun, and the small suns quickly converged and assembled into a huge blazing sun in the air.

The size is still growing.

At the same time that he condensed the Great Sun Ruler Dharma, the Buddha noiselessly appeared on Shenshu’s flank, and the twelve arms on his right side struck out at the same time.

Shenshu’s reaction was half as slow, so he hastily sidestepped and crossed his only remaining eight pairs of arms to block.

The next moment, he slid out like a high-speed train, his legs stuck to the ground, splashing tens of meters high “mud”.

“Bang!”

It was only then that the sound of fists and arms clashing rang out and was heard by the Transcendent Masters in the distance.

Buddha once again appeared behind Shenshu, twelve pairs of arms blatantly pounding down, the speed of the Walker Dharma was faster than the martial artist’s premonition of a crisis.

Shinshu was whacked out again.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang …… Buddha constantly appeared and disappeared around Shenshu, and the fist power was rigid and domineering, and the fist power turned into a wild wind, ravaging the eight directions.

The pitch-black phantom inevitably twisted in one whack, on the verge of disintegrating and collapsing though.

“Bang!”

Shenshu, who had received another twelve pairs of heavy arm pounds, leaned back but did not slide back, hardened himself to remove the power of urging the mountain to break the city, and his eight arms explored, grabbing the Buddha’s four pairs of fists.

Immediately afterward, Shenshu stomped on the Buddha’s chest, hardening His four pairs of arms and yanking them off.

With a flash of light from the mouth of the Medicine Master Dharma Flask, the Buddha’s arms instantly recovered, and the six pairs of arms pressed down on Shenshu’s shoulders, sinking them violently.

Boom!

Shinshu was pressed to the ground alive.

He raised his head and let out a deep and majestic hiss towards the Buddha.

The Buddha’s face was blurred, unable to see expressions, unable to see changes in emotions, just like an emotionless war machine, two arms probed out, pressing down on the upper and lower jaws of the pitch-black Dharma phase, and tearing it with force.

Shenshu’s mutilated head crumpled to the ground.

And then, the Buddha kept six pairs of arms in a pressing motion, with the remaining six pairs of arms held high.

The Great Sun Reincarnation Dharma slowly floated in.

Seeing this, the Great Feng Fang’s Transcendent powerhouses were in awe in their hearts, and their brows jumped fiercely, without any hesitation, the three Transcendents of the Dao Sect swept out of the camp with their imperial swords, charging towards the Buddha and Shenshu.

Shenshu couldn’t be defeated, and with Shenshu around, he could still barely hold back and stall for time.

Once Shenshu lost the battle, firstly, he might be taken by the Buddha to the Western Region to be refined, and secondly, the more than 100,000 miles between Leizhou and the capital, and the people along the way, would all go up in smoke.

Sure enough, after Zhao Shou’s body fell and the Da Bong’s qi was exhausted, everything took a sharp turn downward into an irreparable crisis.

This is the destiny of the heavens.

At that moment, Bodhisattva Liuli brought Garuda Tree and Guangxian and blocked the front of the three Transcendents of the Dao Sect.

With no choice but to stop, Daoist Master Golden Lotus and Li Miaozhen could only stop, they would surely die if they rushed strongly.

The glazed Bodhisattva raised his foot and gently stepped, the colorless glazed field instantly expanded, enveloping not the Great Bong Transcendent, but the way to the battlefield of Shenshu and Buddha, which could effectively block Li Miaozhen and the others from casting spells across the sky.

Not only that, Gala Tree pinched seals with both hands and solidified space, complementing and supplementing the colorless glazed field.

On the other hand, the “heavy” Dharma phase of the Great Sun Wheel of Reincarnation had drifted between the six palms of the Buddha’s hands, which were held high in the air.

Li Miaozhen, Jinlian, Asuro, Kou Yangzhou, and the others, their hearts were suddenly yanked tight, and despair rose in everyone’s heart.

There’s no more help.

There are no more means.

There’s no way to break through the blockade of the three Bodhisattvas in a short period of time.

The big picture is gone!

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Heavenly Sect.

Under the pagoda of the Immortal Mountain, Li Lingsu’s forehead veins bulged and his cheek muscles bulged as he roared like a furious lion:

“When the Superpin devours the Central Plains and replaces the Heavenly Dao, and the whole of Kyushu will go up in smoke, will sealing the mountain help? Will sealing the mountain make the Superpin turn a blind eye?

“Well now, it’s useless for you to come out of the world, you ()… …co

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Can he fucking beat the Witch God?

“Go to the fucking Taishang forgetfulness, the human race is gone, still cultivate what Taishang forgetfulness, give the master to get out, the little master just do not cultivate Taishang forgetfulness.

“What’s the point of forgetting love when you’re not a good person? Aren’t you born and raised by your parents, all of you popped out of a stone? If you forget your love, what kind of children do you have.

“The Human Sect and the Earth Sect are all fighting to the death in front of them, and we, the Heaven Sect, are the fucking shrinking violets, alongside the three Taoist sects? Do you deserve it?”

The Saint Son roared with a red face and neck, his voice echoing thunderously between heaven and earth.

He had a broken heart, and even if the Heavenly Father came out, it was all too late, and that’s why he broke.

“Too much forgetfulness, right, not coming out of the mountain, right, are you really forgetful or are you just greedy for death?” The Saint Son took a deep breath and roared:

“Heavenly Father, day your mother!!!”

Fuck you.

Your mother.

Old Mother …….. The sound echoed over and over again, swirling with distortion and disappearing.

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PS: typos are corrected after the first change. …co