轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！A man who fights for his life will never hide behind others.
He hung suspended in mid-air, becoming one with the sword's momentum.
The frost draped the high sky like snow, and falling flames filled the heavens like flying flowers.
Sword light illuminated the crimson eyes, the azure robes fluttering in the wind.
Endless sword silk intertwined before the longing, blooming with a dazzling frost light that was hard to look at.
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What is the sword silk becoming snow, and the moon shining brightly What is the pinnacle collapsing, subverting the world
He mastered swordplay, trained by the genuine demon dog Ying Yang. Having honed his skills on the peak battlefields of Shenxiao and the Realm of Illusion, he had achieved a profound understanding, where every move flowed from his heart, transcending even the divine!
Its swordsmanship, unparalleled in its sharpness and power, gathers the world's best blades into a single furnace. It is not inferior to the True-Intent Blade Style of Chong Xuan, which seeks the heart of truth with every strike.
Even in Jian Ge, the world's foremost school of swordsmanship, no one could match Shen Lin's prowess.
The snow-bright sword edge touched, was a blood-colored light shield.
This blood-colored light shield enveloped the entire Jihuo Palace, like a gigantic blood amber, firmly resisting Jiang Wang's sword!
Blood light and frost light exploded in an instant, dazzling rays of light flying all over the sky.
At the same time, the fate wielder drew out his crossbow and fired a bolt towards the Burning Palace.
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Well-warmed, no need to build up momentum again.
As the arrow left the bow, a sharp, piercing sound echoed through the air. It was as if space itself were a solid piece of glass, and the arrowhead scraped against it with force... The sound was heart-wrenching, the blade of the arrow ringing out in all directions.
The tail feathers of the arrow trailed three parallel streams, sketching an elegant arc in the air, like the plumage of a pheasant!
The arrow, once loosed from the bow, is invisible. Only its wake remains in our sight.
Only at the moment it struck the bloodlight shield outside of Chihuo Palace could Bai Yu Xia clearly see the appearance of this arrow - its head was three-pronged, the shaft inscribed with intricate runes, and it had two white feathers as clean as clouds.
The name of the arrow is "Unload Armor"!
But the terrifying destructive power it unleashed caused Jiang Wangjian's blood-colored light shield to tremble violently, its light patterns rippling like water.
The fate walker strides through the vast expanse, his eyes calmly scanning the "Blood Amber" for vulnerabilities that might arise from the clash of powers. His crossbow fires incessantly, each shot a different approach: some pierce with brutal force, others disrupt the flow of energy.
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This is not all.
Behind him suddenly leaped a figure eight feet tall, with broad wings on its back and two swords in its hands - an ink warrior!
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My body is made of fine steel, emitting a cold, shimmering light.
On its carapace are four characters, arranged vertically, which read "Dead but Not Returning."
Its limbs, eight wings and torso are all engraved with different runes, each describing something intricate and profound. Its eyes are two complete gemstones that bathe in red light the moment it activates, radiating a chillingly cold gaze!
With a flick of fate's will, it soared like an eagle, its wings beating swiftly as it rushed towards the Palace of Fiery Fury. It showcased an absolute divine level combat strength, tirelessly wielding its ultimate power to strike!
The Mo Wu Shi are a long-selling series of puppets from the Mohist school, widely popular for their powerful combat capabilities.
But in the Qianji Pavilion, only three kinds of ink warriors are sold: wingless, double-winged, and four-winged, corresponding to the three cultivation levels of Zhoutian, Tenglong, and Neifu.
The corresponding six-winged ink warriors of the outer building levels are no longer sold externally and will only appear in the hands of elite disciples in Jucheng.
The Eight-Winged Deity is a trump card, invaluable, and only the absolute core of Jucheng can possess it.
Faced with such a dense offensive, Ao Kui of course would not sit idly by.
He remained silent throughout, but the blood corpse formation that enveloped the entire Fiery Fire Clan's land swayed with its power. One after another, naked corpses lit by sky lanterns rose into the air. Regardless of age, gender, or appearance, whether beautiful or ugly, at this moment they all bared their fangs, sharpened their nails, and let out erratic, strange growls, encircling Fiery Fire Palace and charging towards the two people and the puppet.
The oil fire burning at the belly button of the red corpse made the whole scene even more eerie.
Like countless suspended lanterns, echoing some kind of unholy ritual.
Jiang Wang and Xi Ming ignored everything else, focusing solely on unleashing a furious barrage of attacks against the Crimson Inferno Palace. They couldn't fathom what Ao Kui was planning after killing so many people, but they knew they couldn't give him any more time.
As for the attacks of these red corpses...
Behold! A Glass Buddha appears!
"Namo Amitabha, Dāta gā, Dī dhi tā, Amitālabhū..."
The pure gift descended from heaven, falling in the center of the corpses. With clasped hands and a compassionate expression, he chanted the mantra "Dharani for Awakening All Beings to Pure Land".
He recited sutras for these innocent victims, removing their karmic afflictions, soothing their pain, so they could be reborn in pure lands and no longer suffer.
This is also known as the "Dead Rebirth Sutra".
To maximize the power of his incantations, he has manifested his Diamond-like Body!
Flesh turned into a translucent, glass-like state, with golden light radiating from within and illuminating the bones. The six desires of humanity were hidden, sitting cross-legged there like a Buddha statue meticulously crafted by a skilled artisan!
But his lips moved, proving his vitality and echoing the beat of his Zen heart.
As he chanted, circles of Buddha light rippled outward from him, enveloping all the raving and soon-to-be revived corpses.
All corpses touched by the Buddha's light became sluggish, and their ferocious growls gradually subsided.
The endless crimson, slowly fading with ferocious stubbornness!
Bai Yu's flaws floated in the air and did not join the battle. If the situation was critical, he would not hesitate to draw his sword. But in a situation where there were choices, why let these innocent people die without a whole corpse
Jingli Xiao Shengsong being able to pacify the corpse horde is simply the best.
But Ao Kui, who remained hidden in the Chi Fire Palace and never uttered a word, relying only on the grand formation he had set up to meet the challenge, filled him with deep unease.
Something's wrong, terribly wrong...
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According to the master's description, this Ao Kui is a cunning and treacherous person. Being able to successfully steal the Heavenly Buddha artifact and evade the pursuit of the sea clan, he is certainly not an ordinary strongman
Now there's a feeling of being at the end of one's rope, stubbornly resisting until death...This is just after a few rounds
The struggle for power among the floating people, the battle for information about the truth of this world, the brief clash on Mount Sainthunter, and now.
After just a few rounds, even though they had done everything they could, Ao Kui was unable to hold on. It seemed like they were left with no choice but to fight to the death against their patron
How dare you bear such a wicked name!
He hung his sword at his waist and, through the throng of crooked, low-hanging red corpses, he pierced through like a bolt of white lightning, incredibly agile, arriving above the fire shrine shrouded in the power of the Book of Creation.
“Elder Yuling, we have arrived to help! The situation has calmed down, and the Apocalypse Dragon has been suppressed. Please open the shrine and let us together destroy this evil dragon and avenge those who died in the Firestorm Tribe!”
But inside the fire temple, there was not a sound.
In the deathly silence, Bai Yuchen remained expressionless as he drew his long sword from his waist. His sword was an heirloom of the Lanyu White Clan, named "Comet's Tail." When this sword moved, it would let out a deafening roar and shine brilliantly.
Although it was still and motionless, there was a faint glimmer of frost dancing upon it. It looked as though it held a chillingly sharp intent to kill.
“Logically, I should sympathize with you. After all, this place is ravaged and littered with casualties.” He said slowly, “But my friends fought tooth and nail to protect you... are you going to just stand by and watch”
His body was enveloped by emerald sword qi radiating outwards.
His sword pointed towards the Fire Temple: "I'll say this only once—when evil is present, silence is complicity, and watching from afar is aiding the wicked! If you remain silent spectators, I will consider you my enemies."
"My lord, please forgive us!" Ji Huo Yu Ling's voice finally arrived late, echoing within the Fire Temple: "Things happened suddenly, disaster struck, and we were unprepared. A large number of our people were poisoned and killed in battle. We fought with everything we had to gather what little strength remained, taking refuge in this temple...watching as demons rampaged, all for the sake of preserving the last bloodline of the Ji Huo clan."
As the strongest person in the Jihuo Department, having achieved the existence of a totem spirit, her voice was mournful: "You are all outsiders, not people from Fulu. We cannot distinguish between good and evil, we really dare not come out, it is not that we want to be bystanders!"
"Indeed!" It was the voice of another totem spirit from the Jihuo Tribe that echoed, "If you were truly allied with that evil dragon, and are now only putting on a show to lure us out, then if we rashly open the ancestral hall, wouldn't we be sealing our own fates"
Ji Huoyu's voice rang out again, "My Ji Huo clan is almost extinct, our totem is dim, and our source is damaged. The Wang Quan tribe will receive news soon enough. We are few in number and weak, relying only on the Book of Creation and the Fire Temple to protect ourselves. Our strength is actually limited. Why doesn't Your Excellency wait a while, until King Qing issues an imperial decree throughout the land, gathering armies and powerful warriors from all tribes Then we can together kill this demonic dragon! By then, the danger will be lifted, and I am willing to offer wine as an apology, accepting any punishment!"
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Bai Yu Xia silently listened to all this, neither responding nor attacking. Instead, she returned her sword to its sheath and left the Fire Shrine.
Has he left
Inside the Fire Temple, there were hushed whispers.
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"Seems like he's gone."
The place where the sound came from was a secluded corner of a side room in the fire shrine.
A few warriors stationed here were observing the situation outside the fire temple through hidden observation holes – this very temple was built with the purpose of serving as a war fort. Though for most of the time, it only housed shamans.
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“This person is too unreasonable!” The first voice grumbled indignantly: “Are we enemies just because we don’t go out Who is the one suffering and bearing the brunt of this Does he want us, the Fire Department, to be wiped out”
“What's so strange about it.” The second voice said, “The humans of this world are used to being cruel and domineering. They care nothing for the prosperity or ruin of others. They regard us as mere ants, insignificant creatures beneath their notice. This is what they truly think in their hearts. They only flatter them with promises of kingship and celestial blessings, hoping to manipulate them. Otherwise, these so-called saviors from heaven should be eliminated one by one!”
The third voice said, "It's not necessarily just out of brutality. I think this person is trying to probe something. He's looking for answers by observing our reactions."
He grumbled and cursed for a few more sentences.
The first voice asked again, "Those red corpses outside...are they puppets controlled by the original earth tribe's necromancy"
"What kind of puppetry technique from the Soil Tribe!" The second voice scoffed. "It's not even something original, it came from outsiders. That fellow named Fang Chong traded for it with them."
“It shouldn’t be.” A third voice explained, “I’ve seen the puppetry techniques of the original Earth Department. Those puppets are very weak and nowhere near this powerful.”
“It’s not like they are all from the same lineage, they all come from the real world!” The second voice grew increasingly resentful: “Originally, that Jiang WuXie spoke so nicely… What tangible help did he offer us We lost the life and death chess game, the totem was taken away, and we didn’t even get a fart left! These people from the real world are all the same, none of them are good, screw him——”
With a slap, his scolding was abruptly silenced. "Stop rambling and watch carefully!"
Beyond the curtain, a dashing Fire Jade Dancer in a magnificent robe and a crimson crown strode past.
She was expressionless, her steps measured, as if she had heard nothing, or cared nothing for what she had heard.
But the jade bi in his hand was clenched tightly in his palm.
Long fingernails cut bloody furrows into the palm.
She is the Queen of the Burning Blaze tribe, burdened with the future of this massive clan of a million people. But now, the future is gone. The tribe has dwindled to this, the Burning Blaze tribe can be officially removed from the roster! Warriors, let alone some unspoken resentment stemming from past prestige, even if they drew their swords against her, it would be justified.
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Granted, she had done everything in her power. Granted, the dragon was too cunning and too powerful, and the Flame Division stood no chance of resistance. But as chief, incompetence was a great evil!
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She once thought she had changed her life through her own efforts, climbing the ranks by scheming and competing. But beyond power lies greater power, a single finger could crush her, just as easily as mountains collapsing!
How painful.
... made her so aware.
But even in this agonizing clarity, a glimmer of hope remained in her beautiful eyes...
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Jiang Lang, will you come again
Jiang Lang, do you remember the promise we made back then
Thanks to book friend "eclair" for becoming the chief patron of this book, making it the 470th chief patron of Chixin Xuntian!ow if you have any other text you'd like translated!Jiang Wang left the town hall and went straight to his residence in Qingyang Town. He placed the amulet given by the fortune teller under his pillow...