Chapter 726: Sunrise in the West

After the indifferent and unfeeling eyes manifested, Qing Qi then outlined the outline of the figure, and suddenly a gust of wind swept in, and the robes fluttered, and the image of a Confucian scholar with two fluttering sleeves appeared in front of Xu Pingfeng and the others.

The Sacred Sage of Confucianism’s Ying Soul reappeared in the world, and a terrifying pressure descended from the sky, like a landslide, like a tsunami, and like the heavens pouring down.

Due to the close proximity, the three men and one beast were equivalent to facing the gaze of the Confucian Sage directly.

The White Emperor’s limbs trembled uncontrollably, and it looked like it had completely degenerated into a beast, arching its back and prostrate, showing its teeth, and letting out a demonstrative low roar from its throat.

Xu Pingfeng and Black Lotus retreated again and again, and at the Second Grade Realm, they didn’t dare to show off at this moment.

Relying on the grandeur of the Vajra Dharma Phase and the defense of the Immovable King Dharma Phase, as the most resistant existence in the First Grade Realm, Garuda Tree Bodhisattva was like a reef, resisting the impact of the waves.

The Confucian Sage’s Ying Spirit was molded, and the Supervisor’s brow was cracked open, and blood flowed long.

The flesh began to slide into the abyss of collapse, a price that had to be paid.

He took a step forward, handing out the carving knife in his hand, and the first thing he stabbed at was the Garuda Tree Bodhisattva.

The Confucian Sage Ying Souls behind him made synchronized movements as if they were the most solid backing for Supervisor Zheng.

Garuda Tree Bodhisattva loomed large, his robe fiercely inspired, his muscles swelled, and a thick vein stood out under his skin.

Although he didn’t move, the Vajra Dharma phase behind him took a step forward and blocked in front of the Garuda Tree Bodhisattva.

The carving knife stabbed without hesitation, seemingly unafraid of the enemy’s escape.

The twelve pairs of arms of the Vajra Dharma Phase were brought together toward the front, and the twenty-four palms of the hands made a closed palm movement, holding the Supervisor and the Carving Knife in the center of the palms.

As for the Dharma phase of the Immovable King of Brightness, he formed a seal and sat on a plate, and behind the Vajra Dharma phase, he condensed a circular air shield, covering the Bodhisattva of the Garuda Tree in it.

Suddenly, the twelve pairs of arms of the Vajra Dharma Phase began to tremble, seemingly unable to resist the sudden advance of the carving knife.

“Boom!”

The ring of fire at the back of the Vajra Dharma Phase’s head swelled, raising piercing flames.

The twelve pairs of trembling arms re-stabilized.

But in the next moment, first the twenty four giant palms chapped, then the arms, the body ………. Vajra Dharma Phase, which was known for its defense and battle prowess, crumbled inch by inch.

The energy spilled out from the collapse of the Dharma phase raged in all directions, dispersing the sea of clouds below and revealing the vast expanse of land.

The Supervisor was holding the carving knife, still stabbing at the immovable Mingwang Dharma phase’s bulging shield without any hesitation.

Buzz!

Twisted and chaotic energies splashed out where the pale golden aura met the carving knife.

A white light wordlessly approached Supervisor Zheng and sneaked in from behind.

In the White Emperor’s azure vertical pupils, only beastly madness remained, with no more spirituality.

It suppressed its spirituality, highlighting the madness rooted in its bones by the blood of gods and demons as a way to counteract the pressure of the Confucian Sage.

The mad descendants of gods and demons are not afraid.

In addition, although the spirit suffered suppression and could no longer use spells, this would not weaken its battle power. The physique of a Divine Demon Descendant was only stronger than that of a martial artist, and its ability to fight and kill in melee combat was extremely terrifying.

Supervisor raised his left hand, “snap” flicked the Confucian crown, slowly said:

“Retreat five hundred miles.”

The White Emperor, whose fangs were open in a pouncing position, suddenly disappeared as if it had never existed the moment it was about to come into contact with Supervisor Zheng.

This is certainly not a case of Supervisor Zheng having learned Confucianism’s words, but rather casting Confucian spells with the power of the Confucian crown.

However, without a high-grade cultivator of the same system in control, the power that the Confucian Crown could exert was limited, and since the White Emperor was of an extremely high grade, Supervisor Zheng was unable to use the power of the Confucian Crown to make a direct attack on it.

Because that was not destined to threaten the White Emperor.

But Confucianism is not characterized by attacks, but by the word “fancy”.

After temporarily kicking White Emperor out of the battlefield, Supervisor Zheng took another superb step forward with his carving knife in hand.

The air shield held up by the Unmovable Ming Wang Dharma Phase deflated in an exaggerated manner.

It wasn’t that Immovable Ming Wang wasn’t strong enough, quite the contrary, being able to hold out until now under the support of the Confucian Sage’s Ying Soul, the Garuda Tree Bodhisattva’s claim to have the strongest defense under the Supremes was well deserved.

In the distance, Xu Pingfeng opened his brocade pouch and grabbed out a huge artillery gun, nine feet tall with a ten foot long barrel, the entire body was cast from Xuan iron, and the surface was engraved with densely packed array patterns.

As a Second Grade, he was unable to face the pressure of the Confucian Sage directly at close range, but it was good that the Warlock’s favorite thing was to attack from a distance.

One array pattern lit up one after another, and the formations inscribed on them began to absorb the spiritual energy around them, and a fist-sized, blazing white mass of light that kept collapsing inward coalesced out of the blackened cannon’s mouth.

Prying the power of heaven and earth with formations was the most skillful skill of a warlock.

“Boom!”

Collapsing to the extreme, it exploded, with blazing white columns of light spraying from the muzzles of the cannons.

Seeing that the light pillar was about to hit the Supervisor, a clear light-encrusted formation suddenly blocked across the front of the trajectory.

Cannon strikes that could heavily damage a Third Grade Martial Artist crashed into the formation and disappeared without a trace, just like a clay ox entering the sea.

In the next second, blazing white pillars of light shot out from the void behind Xu Pingfeng, engulfing him.

The Supervisor is using a teleportation array to return the shelling.

Buzz!

The void to the side of the Supervisor was trembling, and another pillar of light shot out to paste his face.

Xu Pingfeng was not engulfed by the pillar of light coming from behind him, he replicated the Supervisor Zheng’s tactics and also cured the Supervisor Zheng’s use of his own techniques to cure his own.

In this way, the white light kept appearing, disappearing, appearing, and disappearing again between master and disciple.

Until the Supervisor was transmitting it to the distant Black Lotus Taoist Master, the Black Lotus, who had no premonition of a Wufu crisis, was caught off guard and could only reveal the Taoist Sect’s indestructible Yang Shen, which tore the barrage to pieces alive.

At this time, the Immovable King Dharma phase finally couldn’t support it anymore, and the Ru Sheng carving knife pierced through the air shield, and in the energy storm of the Immovable King Dharma phase falling apart, the carving knife pointed at the forehead of the Garuda Tree Bodhisattva.

There was a flash of green light.

Poof! The Garuda Tree Bodhisattva’s head exploded, splattering chunks of bone, blood and flesh.

His eight-foot-tall body instantly slackened, and he leaned helplessly onto his back to the bottom, falling straight down towards the pale earth.

At the same time, Supervisor Zheng’s chest exploded with blood mist as the power of the Confucian Sage was destroying his flesh.

Supervisor Zheng did not care about the state of his body, nor did he attack Xu Pingfeng or Black Lotus, instead he turned around and stabbed out his carving knife.

A white shadow staggered past him.

The white shadow transformed into Bai Di, rolling around in a sorry state, like a wild dog that had been kicked away, spilling blood in the process.

Xu Pingfeng raised his hand, and the circular formation lifted the White Emperor, removing the impact for it.

“Woo, woo ……..”

The White Emperor’s azure, fierce eyes were filled with the color of madness, and a deep wound was cut into its abdomen, almost disemboweled, with its large intestines dangling down.

But it had a heart in its mouth, the Supervisor’s heart.

The White Emperor’s head tilted slightly, and without even chewing, he swallowed the heart into his stomach, and after a few seconds, the madness in his ferocious eyes receded, and his spirituality nourished as he regained his sanity.

Bai Di’s expression froze visibly, as if he hadn’t expected to regain his senses early.

After a slight contemplation, he understood something and looked at Supervisor Zheng with a gaze filled with greed.

The Supervisor was slowly lowering his head, looking at the large hole in his chest, which was missing his heart.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him ……… The black lotus eyes shot out a fierce light, and the Yang Shen immediately split into four equal parts, and the four Yang Shen s appearance had a different appearance.

One was as black as ink, with hair that looked like dancing water plants, surrounded by a gauzy mist transformed by the power of the water spirit; one was reddish in color, with a flame mark engraved on its brow, and its hair was a blazing flame.

One seemed to be composed of air currents, not very stable, with a body that tilted and elongated at times, ready to turn into a gale.

A body covered in stone armor, with a stout physique, swirled out a circle of earthy yellow ripples.

The four great phases of Taoism: earth, wind, water and fire.

It was these four great phases that were cultivated at the second grade Transition stage, and after the second grade was brought to full completion, the four phases were fused into one, and then the heavenly tribulation was ushered in.

After carrying through the Heavenly Tribulation and the perfect fit between the Dharma phase and the physical body, one would be able to achieve the Land God Immortal status.

Black Lotus originally should have been two round, why the golden lotus away from the body, so that he became a “crippled body”, not only no hope for the apocalypse, and even the power of the battle is down a level.

The four great Dharma phases had no spiritual intelligence and relied on the Black Lotus to manipulate them, so they could be regarded as puppets and did not fear the pressure of the Confucian Sage.

Supervisor is hanging on the waist of the storage bag, the initiative to fly out of a porcelain bottle, the wooden plug popped open, a yellow pill flew into the mouth.

In an instant, the blood and flesh in his chest wriggled and his heart regenerated.

Although warlocks don’t have the self-healing ability of a martial artist, warlocks can kryptonite, and the elixir of life and death is carried around with them.

Waiting for the moment …….. Black Lotus silently recalled his Dharma phase and chose to wait and see.

“You really are the Gatekeeper!”

The White Emperor laughed as the wound in its abdomen failed to heal, the power of the carving knife eating away at its vitality.

On the contrary, after taking the elixir, Supervisor Zheng was like a dying man renewing his breath, briefly returning to his peak.

“Don’t move!”

The Supervisor raised his hand and flicked the Confucian crown.

This time, the silhouette of the Confucian Sage made the same move.

Bai Di’s body sank and froze in place.

The Supervisor was taking a step forward, plainly stabbing out the Ru Sheng Engraving Blade, just like what he had done earlier against the Gala Tree.

兹兹兹，白帝头顶的犄角，一根跳动电弧，一根凝聚黑色光团。

The lightning and water spirits met between the horns and condensed into an energy mass with a dark core and an outer layer wrapped in electricity.

The moment the Ru Sheng carving knife stabbed at him, the White Emperor did his best to regain partial control of his body, and with his head raised, his horns met the carving knife.

A blazing light erupted as a thick electric snake danced about like a whip.

The power of the Water Spirit, on the other hand, was like a dam breaking, rushing in all directions.

The Ru Sheng carving knife cascaded through the impact of the two energy storms and pierced into the White Emperor’s head.

“Roar ……”

It let out a mournful growl.

Even if they were descended from gods and demons, they couldn’t resist the Confucian Sage’s English Spirit.

Seeing that the White Emperor was about to follow in the footsteps of the Garuda Tree, in the west, a blazing sun suddenly rose.

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