Chapter 391 [Royal Soldiers vs. Imperial Soldiers] (4600)
The physical body of the Ancient Saint is incredibly powerful. Even if the Chaos Body surpasses it in other areas, it can only be comparable in terms of the physical body.
For ordinary people, becoming a saint is an end point, but for the holy body, the cultivation of the flesh has just begun, and rebuilding the five secret realms is not an ordinary thing.
The five secret realms of Wheel Sea, Taoist Palace, Four Poles, Dragon Transformation and Immortal Platform roared and bloomed with the brightest light. One rune after another revolved around Lin Xian, like a tribute from the demons in the heavens, accompanied by the four sacred beasts.
"Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist!"
The punch that was most suitable for the holy body was thrown, and Lin Xian's blood rushed to the sky. This punch suppressed everything, unparalleled and invincible.
The six most ancient universes are manifested on the fist, the door of life and death cycle is opened, and thousands of ghosts enter the six paths!
One punch, two punches, three punches... Lin Xian stepped on the Qinglian Step and fought in close combat. In an instant, he threw out three divine punches in one breath, as if a reincarnation disk came to kill him. There was a big banner swaying in front of the Ghost Gate, as if he was about to step into the Ghost Gate.
Rumble!
There was a sound of snapping, and the body of an ancestor king was shattered, and his soul screamed, "No!"
Three punches shattered Zu Wangmeng's dream, causing the remaining saints to shudder, fear in their hearts, and subconsciously want to escape.
Lin Xian's physical body seemed to be even stronger than his soul.
The Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor, this is the magic of the Green Emperor after all, the ultimate battle.
These three punches look like pure physical fluctuations, just three flat attacks.
"Can you leave?"
Lin Xian chuckled and took a step forward to practice the secret of "Xing". He learned the secret of speed, which meant he could attack when advancing and defend when retreating.
A rumbling sound was heard, and after more than ten moves, the physical body of an ancestor king was instantly shattered, leaving only the soul, which was fighting in close combat with the ancient holy body. Unless one had the bloodline of the emperor's son, otherwise, they would be like paper in front of the holy body.
Moreover, his weapons were broken, and the wailing of the holy weapons echoed through the sky, and countless metals flew around like a rain of light, and one of them could kill a powerful person.
"Everyone, retreat quickly and follow me to use your weapons!"
The situation facing the Ancestral King of the Valley of Gods was not good. He roared and summoned the two holy spirits and the remaining few ancestral kings.
A Saint King's weapon was hanging high in the sky. It was the immortal heritage of the Valley of Gods. It was like nine saints attacking together, no less than a Saint King mobilizing his troops.
"Infinite light, infinite calamities, infinite power, eternal suppression!"
The ancestor king of the Valley of Gods activated the Holy King weapon, which was a golden and dazzling divine bell. The other ancestor kings had pious expressions on their faces and recited scriptures of the Tao. The sound was rumbling and echoed between heaven and earth.
This is a warfare method from the ancient times. At that time, various tribes fought against each other and there were bloody battles. They would form alliances with each other, and thus this kind of Taoism was created.
There were once dozens of the most powerful ancestral kings who joined forces to use magic to kill a holy king and established a great reputation.
The divine bell shone brightly, leaving countless traces, as if a deity was sitting inside it, emitting immortal sounds and suppressing the enemies in the world.
"How dare you use a Saint King weapon to commit such a crime."
Lin Xian did not retreat but advanced, silently practicing the secret of the word "Soldier" in his mind, controlling the holy weapon, dissolving some of the energy, and then relying on the invincible body of the ancient holy body, he directly met the attack.
"when!!!"
Countless bells rang out, mountains and rivers collapsed, and one powerful being after another showed fear on their faces. Some were shocked by the aftermath and coughed up blood. Some even nearly died tragically.
This was the result of Lin Xian controlling most of the power. If the golden bell were allowed to resonate, no one at the scene would be able to survive except for the Saint Ancestor King.
"Bare hands... catch the holy weapon with bare hands!"
An ancient creature let out a strange cry, with an expression of disbelief in his eyes. Even the Ancestral King could not do such a thing.
Weapons are sharper than the physical body, otherwise who would refine a palm-held weapon? A cultivator cannot bring something that would drag him down into battle, there must be some gain.
“Even if I, Lin Xian, carry the ten great ancestral kings on my back and need to hold up the Saint King Golden Bell with one hand, I will still be invincible in the world.”
Lin Xian let out a long breath, his eyes filled with excitement. It was finally his turn to show off.
Why did he run away? Why did he lead the King here? Isn't it all for now?
In the Yao Chi Holy Land, Ye Fan, who was using the magic mirror to spy on this scene, slapped his thigh hard and said with gritted teeth: "I was really fooled by Saint Lord Lin!"
On the battlefield where the human race and the ancient race fought for the first time, shouting out such impressive words was destined to go down in history.
From now on, this sentence belongs exclusively to Lin Xian. Even if Ye Fan becomes a saint, he is just a poor imitator.
Whoever says this line first gets it.
Lin Xian threw the golden bell fiercely, smashing it at one of the ancestor kings, then he roamed the battlefield with the Green Lotus Step, quickly hunting down the remaining ancestor kings, casting his magic to destroy their physical bodies.
"I'll fight you!!!"
The Ancestral King of the Valley of Gods is the one with the deepest cultivation among all the kings. His power is comparable to that of nature. Other Ancestral Kings could be killed with just a few or a dozen moves from Lin Xian, but this Ancestral King managed to take thirty punches from the Ancient Saint Body and survive.
It was not until the 31st punch that he was hammered into a pool of meat paste.
"Buzz." A ray of light emerged from the meat paste. It was the original spirit of the ancestor king of the Valley of Gods. With a ferocious look on his face, he was determined to fight to the death to take over Lin Xian's body.
There is a reason why this race calls itself the Valley of Gods. Their main focus is on gods, and the physical body is just a stopover!
The ultimate goal of the Valley of Gods is to cultivate the soul and refine one's own god. When one reaches the highest level, one will abandon the physical body.
As a powerful ancestor king, he has practiced to the point where he can take over other people's bodies. Various laws of heaven are intertwined, gathering into a brilliant Dharma image. He is like a god descending to the earth, visiting the human world, specifically to kill the primordial spirit and take over the body of a human.
"If an immortal loses his physical body, he is nothing more than a ghost immortal. It is difficult for a ghost to become an emperor after ten thousand calamities."
"What kind of gods are you talking about? You are just a ghost. Come into my banner quickly."
"You have violated the law of the invincibility of the flesh in the universe, and you are destined to die."
Lin Xian was immediately overjoyed and sacrificed the Human Emperor Banner. If it was any other means, he would still be a little afraid, worried that both he and his family would be destroyed. The unexpected evil spirit taking over his body would be a sure way to get himself killed.
The Human Emperor Banner fluttered, emitting streams of primordial purple air that was so purple that it emitted black smoke, and along with the sound of dragon roars, it swept over the Ancestral King's soul.
It was effortless and the dignified spirit of the ancestor king was left with no chance to resist.
A ray of light flickered on the Human Emperor Banner. The Gods Valley specialized in cultivating the primordial spirit, which was really a great tonic and stronger than that of other saints.
“It would be great if all the ancient tribes practiced the Divine Valley techniques.”
"What a wonderful racial heritage. We can't kill them all off. We need to keep a few offspring for breeding and raise them in captivity as protected animals."
Lin Xian said with emotion: "Protecting the Valley of the Gods is everyone's responsibility."
"Ouch, ouch..."
The divine banners fluttered, and cries of grief echoed between heaven and earth, shocking everyone on the scene. It seemed that there was something a little bit wrong with the saint of our human race.
The Human Emperor Banner was waving, and he was preparing to collect the souls of several other ancestral kings. Although they were not as nutritious as the Valley of Gods, a mosquito was still meat.
"stop."
When Lin Xian stretched out his black hand towards the third ancestor king with deer horns, a surge of holy power descended, and a holy king of the ancient clan came from the void, seemingly asking, but in fact, he said condescendingly: "This is my disciple, spare his life."
"To kill me?"
Lin Xian smiled calmly: "I can spare his life, but who will spare your life?"
"you wanna die!"
The Holy King was furious. Ever since he became the Holy King, no one dared to speak to him like that. He no longer hid his figure and appeared from the sky.
"It's Ancestral King Tai Ming. We are saved!" The remaining Ancestral Kings' spirits were overjoyed. If they were not their spirit bodies, they would probably shed tears of excitement at this moment.
The person who came was like an evil god who broke through the cage of the underworld, bringing with him monstrous demonic energy, a pair of bat wings as black as ink, and possessed the true way of a saint king.
"Such a powerful aura, more powerful than the other ancestral kings!"
"This is, this is a Holy King!"
"In ancient times, great saints were called revered. A Saint King could support a strong clan. Even in the ancient times, Saint Kings were still very important."
The leader of the human race was shocked, and the ancient creatures were talking about it. Some careful monks slipped away, fearing that a war would break out and affect them as it had just happened. "The Saint King attacked the saint of the human race. You ancient races really broke the rules!" The Peacock King shouted. Although he had not become a saint, he was not afraid of a Saint King.
"Just an ant, King Zhan Dao dares to disrespect the saint." Tai Ming Zu Wang sneered, and just a glance turned into lightning and killed, trying to strangle the Peacock King.
Unexpectedly, a sound like immortal music was heard.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from the end of heaven and earth, combining with the pulse of this world, and clearly transmitted into people's hearts, breaking the Peacock King's killing calamity.
"What a divine sound! Who is playing the piano? Who is playing the divine song?"
Tai Ming Zu Wang's eyes fixed and he looked towards the end of the sky, only to see a tall figure walking towards him step by step. He was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, and he looked heroic and tall, moving forward with determination.
That kind of blood is extremely familiar, it belongs to the human race!
A saint king belonging to the human race!
"Saints fight saints, Saint Kings fight Saint Kings, my friend, your opponent is me."
The God King in white spoke calmly, and was in harmony with the heaven and earth, with all the ways following him. He had a handsome appearance and unparalleled grace, just like an immortal king descending to the earth.
Behind him is Fairy Caiyun holding a Taoist zither. She has regained her youth and her beauty is stunning, just like a couple from gods.
"Strong, very strong."
The eyes of Tai Ming Zu Wang flashed with divine light, and he commented: "I didn't expect that the human race actually has a contemporary Saint King. What is your name, Daoist friend?"
"Jiang Taixu." The God King in white said calmly, with a kind of confidence, standing there like a divine peak.
"I remember your name." Tai Ming Zu Wang nodded with satisfaction, revealing a bloodthirsty smile: "After I kill you, the Great Sage of the Human Race should jump out, and my mission will be accomplished."
"please."
The God King didn't waste any words. He walked forward, like the rhythm of the heaven and earth. Every step was like the beating of a war drum, making everyone's heart beat along with it.
Fairy Caiyun smiled slightly, sat cross-legged on the grass, and played the piano to entertain the God King, as if this was not a life-and-death battle for the Holy King, but just an outing to enjoy the scenery.
"Is that all?" Hades sneered, "Although it is extraordinary, it is a minor technique."
"If you would like to stop, we can sit down and discuss Taoism." The God King in white smiled calmly. He did not even have any murderous intention. He just invited Tai Ming Zu Wang to take a seat.
"You are responsible for the human race, and I am responsible for the race. We each serve our own master, so how can we take our seats?" Tai Ming Zu Wang shouted, "No point in talking any more, just take action."
"Ugh……"
The God King in White shook his head, said nothing more, and turned away.
At the same time, petals were flying all over the sky, crystal clear, floating down between heaven and earth, with a refreshing fragrance and strange phenomena, turning the world into a pure land.
Some of the old leaders of the human race blushed and said excitedly, "The sigh of the gods."
It was with this trick that the God King used to kill the Dark Night King who was wearing the legendary holy clothes, and he has reappeared in the world today.
"If you don't kill me, I will kill you." Hades picked up a petal from the air and said coldly, "I'll give you another chance."
"You are already dead."
The God King in white said calmly, sat beside Fairy Caiyun, took over the Taoist music, and played the fairy music.
A song of fish and dragons moves, thousands of flowers fall, illusion fades away, and reality emerges.
Tai Ming Zu Wang touched the blood on his forehead and murmured, "It's more terrifying than the Heavenly Sword. It kills people in an instant. There were also people who performed this technique in ancient times."
"So that's it..."
Before he finished speaking, Tai Ming Zu Wang turned into a ball of ashes and dispersed with the wind, leaving behind only a piece of holy clothes that was not damaged at all.
"Master!!!"
The ancestor king with deer horns let out a mournful howl, and regardless of the danger of murder, he flew over desperately and knelt in front of the handed-down holy robe. The ancestor king was high and mighty, but at this moment he cried like a child, choking with sobs, which was heartbreaking.
Lin Xian took away the remaining ancestral kings' souls and said calmly, "Your words must be kept. If Heaven says to kill your whole family, then we will kill your whole family. If Heaven says to spare your life, then we will spare your life."
"Your life has been paid for by your master."
The saint was reborn with his immortal blood, and the Deer Horn Ancestor King had recast his body, but his eyes were lifeless and he looked lost, as if he was already dead. Like a puppet, he just stiffly bowed to Lin Xian, then left with the empty armor in his hands.
"On the road to immortality, listening to the monks' funeral songs..."
Lin Xian sighed softly, feeling a little sad. Everyone has his own path to walk. If people's paths overlap, they are fellow Taoists. If they intersect, sparks will collide and flash between the sparks, which are one life after another, thus interweaving into the human world.
An autumn breeze blew by, and the grass and trees swayed. It was clearly the beginning of a golden age, but all the cultivators felt very cold.
The stars of the Saint Ancestor King fell like rain and were trampled like grass. When this era comes to an end, how many people will be left?
“On this road, who is right and who is wrong, there are only different choices.”
A ancestor king who was watching the battle whispered, "I am persistent and am fighting for the crossing."
“This is a crazy and gloomy era, with carnival and tragedy playing out together, like moths flying into a flame.”
There were also old leaders who became dejected, sighed, and prepared to retire to the countryside, no longer practice, and pass the position to the next generation.
"Climb the road to heaven, sing and dance, kill the king with a flick of the finger, this is the meaning of our practice!"
There are also young geniuses who have strengthened their beliefs, burned the brilliant fire of life, and vowed to compose a sonorous battle song in the future.
Lin Xian stood facing the wind, his green robe fluttering, standing side by side with the white-robed God King, looking down at the ancient clan, performing the Buddhist lion roar, his voice echoing between heaven and earth: "Who else?!"
"Rumble..."
At the end of the sky, nine terrifying ancient beasts are running towards each other. Each one is a great king, boundless in terror, and they are all ancient ferocious beasts.
A demon-like figure appeared, and the Fallen King arrived.
"I am the last level." The Fallen King said proudly. He had the right to be proud. A Saint King who had reached Great Perfection and was only half a step away from being a Great Sage, could be called a Heavenly King. He was the one under the ancient clan's ruler who could dispatch the ultimate fighting force.
"The ancient clan is too arrogant."
Lin Xian shook his head and said calmly
"What do you mean?!" The Fallen King was slightly stunned and almost thought he had heard it wrong.
"You are the challengers!"
Lin Xian shouted loudly and joined forces with the White-robed God King to summon the Supreme Emperor's Weapon. A furnace of phoenix blood and red gold rose into the sky, sacred and vast, emitting billions of immortal lights. There was a phoenix spreading its wings and the sun rising on it, extremely mysterious.
Red clouds rose into the sky, and immortal fire was blazing. Only a phoenix cry was heard, which instantly illuminated the Big Dipper, put the Fallen King into it, and then turned into ashes.
Without any suspense, a heavenly king fell in this way. This is the power of the imperial army!
After a brief silence, a roar was heard from the deepest part of the North Territory: "Human Race, do you want to start a war?!"
"Push the Jidao Emperor's soldiers forward!"
Rumble, the aura of the Ancient Emperor bloomed, rushing straight into the sky, shaking the Big Dipper, and aimed at the Eastern Wilderness.
"Meet the brave to win on the narrow road!"
"Show the sword!"
Lin Xian shouted loudly and sent a signal in the direction of Yaochi. The Taihuang Sword rose into the air and turned into a giant dragon, heading straight to the Northern Territory.
"My sword is not at all disadvantage!" The old Great Sage of Daxia was full of vigor and vitality. He followed the Heavenly Court and had Medicine King at every meal. He looked many years younger.
The supreme imperial army is approaching, boundless divine power is boiling, and billions of ancient clans are trembling and bowing their heads.
"Press on, press on, press on!"
In a mountain range, the Ancestral King, like a mad gambler with red eyes, activated the second supreme imperial weapon.
The imperial soldiers battle against the emperor's soldiers, the final moment has arrived!
(End of this chapter)
