Chapter 522: Xu Qing

The key to opening the land of Fierce Li is those three fish bone sharp thorns!

Xu Qing recognized these three sharp thorns at a glance; they were exactly the items taken away by the huge white jade hand in the Forbidden Immortal Land.

At this moment, he finally understood what the role of those three sharp thorns was.

The firmament rumbled, and within the second layer of the sky curtain transformed by the ripples formed by the three sharp thorns, black mist rolled, and bursts of soul-stirring ghost crying and wolf howling sounds spread to the four directions.

In the pitch-black mist, countless evil souls raised their heads, looking out one after another. At that moment, the call of return from the Prefecture Overseer turned into countless lines of cause and effect.

One end connected to the Prefecture Overseer's remnant face, the other end poured into Fierce Li, falling into the souls of those who died in the Ziqing Fenghai Prefecture, turning into a guiding force.

Thus, one after another, the guided evil souls drilled out from this second layer of the sky curtain, greedily looking at the ground, looking at every living person here.

This was the Prefecture Overseer's big move.

What he wanted to offer to his master was not just a life fruit gathered from the lives and luck of all living beings in Fenghai Prefecture, but also... the return of Fenghai Prefecture!

With this, atonement.

But at this moment, in those countless imperial palaces, this one that Ziqing had visited, surrounded by countless dead souls, the giant eye floating on the mountain of flesh and blood suddenly shook.

The old man on

In the moment of confusion, what he saw directly in front of him was the remnant face of the Prefect.

"Still attacking!"

"Little A-Qing, if Master and I both sacrifice ourselves for the Dao, you come and join us."

To voluntarily break the agreement and exhaust his greatest foundation, risking his own death—compared to an Ancient Spirit Emperor, the First Imperial Prince felt it was completely worthless.

You, you are too confident in yourself.

And he also rapidly recalled in his heart the flesh-mountain palace of the Fenghai County eye he had seen before.

The four-clawed golden dragon in the firmament let out another mournful cry, its dragon eyes instinctively falling upon Ziqing on the ground.

The power of suppression made all Return to Void cultivators struggle immensely, and those two divine puppet bodies, in that blood rain, possessed monstrous divine might; their intervention blocked everything.

Especially the Prefect's white jade hand, which was clutching the divine finger Ziqing had brought out as bait.

"Then now that you have returned to your original heart, do you dare to approach me?"

Under the firmament, the four-clawed golden dragon roared, looking over as well.

Until he walked to seventy zhang, eighty zhang... finally, this child's shadow was revealed, and after overlapping with Ziqing, he walked to seventy-eight zhang!

If those two puppets fall into silence after losing their instructions, that will be the moment I strike to turn the tide.

With a booming echo, the Prefect's palm pressing toward Ziqing's finger could not withstand it and immediately collapsed.

Because of the location of the teleportation, its status was extremely high, and the token itself was also a treasure, rare in the world.

Only when the opponent thinks they have seen my trump card can my killing blow be unleashed.

At this moment, seeing Ziqing charging in, and seeing the gaze of this large remnant face looking at him with a strange expression, his consciousness spun rapidly, but no matter what thoughts arose, he knew he needed to resolve the current crisis first.

His gaze changed, appearing blank, his expression revealing divine might.

So he directly ignored those around him who were looking at him.

The souls in the four directions would occasionally pause their bodies, turn to look at the giant eye, bow in unison without a sound, and then drift away again.

However, the Prefect was a man who broke his word; he violated the agreement, and the First Imperial Prince's people were not affected.

"This brat gave him a chance! For the sake of freedom, I'll gamble on it. After this matter, I will definitely devour that brat!"

Ziqing lifted his foot and walked toward him.

Jin Chen nodded, a Golden Crow phantom appearing above his head, becoming a Nascent Soul body, bolstering his whole body as he moved forward, then the morning glow shone, and he moved forward again.

"Who can win in the end? The teleportation Ziqing crushed at the end has extremely high status power, it cannot be underestimated." The First Imperial Prince murmured in his heart, continuing to wait.

"I need to think about what pose to strike when I attack in a moment,

and what words to say, so that the beginning of this life will be more extraordinary, more shocking to all directions."

Before Ziqing could feel heartache, the divine finger felt pain to the extreme; amidst the roar, it erupted with all its might, wanting to protect that body, but it could only delay, not resolve it.

A momentary touch.

But now, he did not intend to restrain himself.

The finger roared, going all out at this moment, divine power booming as Ziqing's body surged from over ten zhang to eighty zhang in height, and as Ziqing lifted his left hand, the divine finger merged into Ziqing's index finger.

The firmament, a stretch of distortion.

As for the Ancient Spirit Emperor's... without causing chaos, how could there be merit?

Yao Hou's entire body erupted with purple-red light, forming a sea of light that swept toward the Prefect's remnant face.

"At this moment, unless a god descends or the Human Emperor arrives, no one can suppress me in terms of status."

At this moment, following the shroud of the pulling force, the seven people at the very center vanished in an instant from the mid-air of the Prefectural Capital altar!

Before a conclusion appeared, he would not place his chips on either side.

In an instant, these heterodoxies enveloped Ziqing, crazily drilling into his body. Ziqing's expression was helpless, his body emitting cracking sounds, being forcibly pushed open after reaching the limit, his body changing from the previous one zhang to two zhang, eight zhang...

Around it were offerings of fresh souls, emitting strands of soul-silk, and while merging into the giant eye, golden dragons circled around, forming one rune after another, accompanying these soul-strands as they were sent into the giant eye.

This existence had once unified the entire Wanggu Continent; when he was on the throne, Xuanyou had not yet attained the Dao, and the firmament had no remnant face of a god.

On the ground, Ning Yan was in the crowd, his eyes somewhat red as he trembled, also looking toward the First Imperial Prince.

And his body was charging toward the Prefect.

This matter was too big, big enough to move him.

We do not touch each other.

"Good!" Ziqing did not look back, speaking softly.

But there were too many evil souls.

Ziqing was not a prophet; he did not know the Prefect's methods before he walked out. He could only analyze the opponent's approximate strength, but no matter the strength, this trump card could be used.

In history, the only time the remnant face opened its eyes for someone was for Qing Qin.

Until it reached ten zhang in height, like a giant.

"Just as I expected, the divine finger in his body is his trump card. Ziqing, your cultivation is not enough; the concealment I thought of was seen clearly in my eyes long ago."

Ziqing silently raised his hand, the fire of the Prefectural Capital's taboo magic treasure leaving his body, turning into a golden net, just like when he protected the Ancient Spirit Emperor before, suddenly expanding in all directions to block the souls of the firmament.

As the divine finger was shocked and angry, Ziqing's divine body was mangled, beginning to decay, collapsing in many places, blood permeating, and many golden threads snapping.

There was no sound at all; the whole world seemed to be only a painting.

And the sentient beings of Fenghai County were the parasitic bodies he had prepared for his returning clansmen of the Fierce Li.

"But he asked me that question many times, so I gave him this chance, to let him see exactly what trump card I am holding."

This was Ziqing's true trump card!

The moment it awakened, that body of Ziqing's emitted an even thicker divine aura, and a roar not like a human voice bellowed from within Ziqing's body.

Ziqing was silent, not saying a word.

In the blink of an eye, Ziqing's index finger shone with golden brilliance, slamming fiercely toward the Prefect's remnant face.

The Captain's breathing was rapid, his hands forming seals at high speed, as if sensing something.

A terrifying force erupted from the white jade hand, spreading through the finger to Ziqing's entire body.

Inside the Imperial Palace, there was a tall mountain of flesh and blood, and in the sky above the mountain floated a giant eye.

The Captain raised his hand, counted his fingers, and sighed.

Behind the First Elder, a hundred-zhang white jade hand manifested, breaking through the distortion and slapping down.

This one was the Fenghai County that led the Ancient Spirit Clan to unify Wanggu!

Immediately, the divine finger shook, unable to move forward even a fraction, nor

could it break free.

He suddenly opened his eyes, glaring at the sky, and a divine sense of massive momentum, seemingly capable of drowning the heavens and making the entire Ancient Spirit Realm tremble, erupted from within that giant eye, sweeping across the boundless land.

Until after his death, the Wanggu Continent fell back into the chaotic wars of the myriad clans, and thus the Human Clan had its rise, and the later generations had the Ancient Emperor Xuanyou.

"If the main body of that finger appeared, it could indeed suppress me, but it was devoured by the Mother of Crimson. What a pity, Ziqing, you gave him a chance, but he still failed."

And at this moment, the First Imperial Prince also had huge waves rising in his heart; he had not expected this layer of the Prefect's layout. He had originally thought it was just a sacrifice, and even these few fish bones, he had not expected them to be used here.

Here, there were no gods, nor Human Emperors, but there existed an existence whose status was far, far higher than the current Human Emperor, transcending the Dominators.

There was also Jin Chen, who had the highest cultivation here; at this moment, his eyes revealed determination, a blood-colored flower manifesting above his head, swaying, its branches bending like a great bow, and as it withered, a blood-colored arrow formed.

"Reached the limit?" The Prefect, seventy-seven zhang away, shook his head slightly.

Therefore, if I were to strike forcefully, although I could prevent the tragedy, the cost would be too great; it would require me to risk my life and completely exhaust my greatest foundation.

But everything was not yet settled; these two puppets were still great enemies. Only when the Prefect died and the mysterious connection between them was severed would they fall into silence.

Looking from afar, it was like a white dragon ascending to the sky, heading straight for Jin Chen.

And Ziqing had originally intended to use that trump card on Qing Qin.

Thus, the forced descent of these dead souls, at the moment of their appearance, amidst the impact of the Wanggu Continent's aura, were decimated, dying miserably.

"Fine, for the sake of your concern for me, I won't hold this against you. Since you don't want me to break the seal now, then if I win in a moment, there's no reason to stop me."

Ling Yuan also had a shocked expression, and Yao Hou roared.

I understand that the Prefect's ordinary power at this moment is suppressible; it requires extremely high status to disperse it.

Ziqing looked at the Prefect and suddenly spoke.

The place he designated for teleportation was called Jin Chen.

"It's useless. The Mother of Crimson devoured the God of Fierce Li, causing Fierce Li to lose its suppression, which is why I am so unsuccessful, and I cannot stop it either."

For example, the arrival of the Spirit-Concealing Realm, or the fact that Zhang Siyun was still there.

So I did not move; I was waiting. Waiting for the follow-up development of this matter, while my mind was also rapidly judging how to handle the aftermath in the most favorable way for myself.

A roaring sound boomed from within Ziqing's body; the divine finger was stimulated to awaken completely.

The divine finger was shocked and angry; she wanted to escape but was restricted by the purple crystal and could not leave. She wanted to struggle, but at this moment, the control of the body was with Ziqing.

Jin Chen was silent, a cold glint flashing in his eyes; he lifted his left hand toward the ground below, pressing down fiercely, a low voice coming from his mouth.

The sky here was dim, and the ground was the same.

"You brat, you dare to come again!!"

The peace seemed to be broken, the slumber seemed to be disturbed.

And she, having awakened at this moment, also realized that her main body had fallen, which left her with mixed joy and worry. Worrying about the terror of the outside world, and joy that from now on, she had the possibility of growing into the main body.

And here, following the Prefect's departure, there was no longer a source of heterodoxy; the distortion in the sky was dissipating, the blurriness of the ground was also changing, and the entire upheaval of the Ancient Spirit Emperor appeared to have stalled.

The heterodoxy in the four directions was dispersed, the sky reappeared with the light of dusk, the ground reflected the shadows of mountains and rivers amidst the distortion, and the pulling force was vast and mighty, rising comprehensively, erupting endlessly.

The opponent's status and aura shocked her, and she even saw the seventh layer of the firmament; this was formed by the fish bones of her main body.

"Ah, what are you doing!"

The heterodox power within it surged directly along the exit, breaking through all the arrays, forming a thick white mist that rose toweringly from the deep pit of the Criminal Prison Division.

"After all... I don't know if this time is breaking the final seal, I haven't... calculated the number of times, there's a high probability I'm done for. What a pity, I'm still

young, Little Peach is still waiting for me, my sister is also looking forward to me, there will be more sisters in the future, I haven't gotten married yet..."

The Prefect's expression changed drastically; it was too late to retreat.

Seeing the crisis, the golden umbrella above the Prefect's head roared.

The Prefect was also gazing at him.

Thus, in an instant, this pulling force centered on these few people, expanding outward with a boom, its momentum majestic, the heavens and earth losing their color.

When the sound shook the heavens, the Prefect ignored what was in front of him; in his eyes, from beginning to end, there was only Ziqing.

Drawing the bow and shooting, the blood arrow carried heaven-shaking power, its size like a long rainbow, overwhelming, heading straight for the Prefect's remnant face.

On top of each one, there was a mountain of flesh and blood, and there was an identical giant eye.

At the same time, the eight people behind the First Elder who were fighting the two puppets also struck at this moment, not fearing injury.

As for the remnant face of the god in the sky, according to the secret scrolls in the Imperial Capital, I understand that various clans trading with the remnant face have actually existed for years.

Before eighteen zhang, the infant of the white umbrella life-lamp was dim; after eighteen zhang, the infant of the colorful wind-chant was clear; before seventy-seven zhang, the infant of the nether-spirit blood-wing was hidden; after seventy-seven zhang, the infant of the remnant immortal devouring god was distorted.

But in the end, the First Imperial Prince, who had been staring at the Prefect, his gaze flickered a few times... and he didn't move.

But it was only a trade; the remnant face would not open its eyes for them.

You only have one chance.

While blocking the power of the eight people from Jin Chen, the Prefect lifted his left hand, pressing toward the index finger Ziqing was bringing.

"You cannot walk here yourself."

The net formed by the taboo magic treasure in the firmament flashed continuously, blocking all descending souls, and many people awakened from their daze; these appeared in the ancient mountain range of the Ancient Spirit Emperor, also trembling one after another.

"There are still fourteen zhang left."

This pulling force, because of the status, Jin Chen could not resist, and the Prefect here could not resist either.

Because, I want to awaken Ding Yi's divine finger!

The Prefect's remnant face spoke softly.

Although the integration of heterodoxy of the same origin gave him the possibility of making Jin Chen explode, as Ziqing experienced the first Nascent Soul life tribulation, his cultivation rose greatly, and the purple crystal could clearly emit more power.

Just like this, the Nascent Souls within Ziqing exerted force one after another; the Poison-Forbidden Infant, the Purple Moon Infant, and the Ghost Emperor's Shadow continued to bolster him, making him move forward constantly, each time by a different number of zhang.

The ground, endlessly blurred.

"Little Junior Brother rarely acts recklessly; he should have his own trump card, but as a Junior Brother, he actually put on the appearance of a Senior Brother to stop me, humph."

"Come."

But I feel that since gods can devour each other, and since the Mother of Crimson can devour immortal-forbidden gods, then Fenghai County, which is the same as a god, should also be willing to devour some existences inferior to her during this process of recovery, thereby accelerating her recovery.

The Captain was silent; he looked at Ziqing's back, suddenly smiled, and spoke.

As an Imperial Prince, he knew too many secrets, and this cognition formed during his growth allowed him to clearly judge the situation before him.

When Ziqing was in the Immortal-Forbidden Land, he had already realized that after the immortal-forbidden god left, he could absorb the remaining heterodoxy within, but his ability was limited, and he was worried about Ding Yi's divine finger awakening, so he restrained his behavior.

Jin Chen's footsteps paused, panting, I struggled to lift my head, looking at the Prefect's remnant face.

She was closed, as if nothing in this world could break her peace or disturb her slumber.

In the boundless heavens and earth, I suddenly saw an Imperial Palace.

But a seventh white jade hand stretched out from within the Prefect's body, pressing again toward Ling Yuan's arrow, the First Elder's divine power, and Yao Hou's light.

Everything before was a cover; I could not doubt what the Prefect said, so I had to show the divine finger before unleashing this trump card, attracting the Prefect's attention to close the distance as much as possible.

The momentum was massive, distortion appeared in the surroundings, and the aura of a god also erupted majestically from Ziqing's body.

But she sensed in an instant that in just one stick of incense, she could completely break free from Ziqing's body, and even

becoming the master instead of the guest was not impossible.

The Prefect's remnant face was silent, looking deeply at Ziqing.

The power of the divine finger was overwhelming, approaching in an instant, but just as the Prefect's hand collapsed, a white jade hand stretched out from within the Prefect's body... it started very small, but in an instant became huge, grabbing Ziqing's finger.

The divine finger sleeping within Ding Yi's body also awakened at this moment, amidst the stretching of golden threads within Ziqing's flesh and blood, and amidst the heterodoxy of the same origin permeating Jin Chen's entire body.

Therefore, he could not protect as planned, making the return of his people smooth.

The Prefect did not dodge, looking at Jin Chen with disappointment, and transmitted a divine sense.

Further away, there were many more similar Imperial Palaces.

As for whether it would have any real effect in the end, Jin Chen did not know either; going to Jin Chen again, whether he would be as unharmed as before, he was not sure.

The golden light of the Prefect's remnant face expanded, forming a contoured body; his right hand lifted and waved toward the sky, and immediately a stretch of golden light burst open, turning into a golden umbrella above his head.

And Ziqing, from beginning to end, did not look at that First Imperial Prince at all, because he had known before that placing hope in the First Imperial Prince was naive in itself.

On the ground, there were also countless corpses, each one incomparably ferocious, emitting bloodthirst and madness, but they stood silently, motionless, only bowing in unison when it was time.

This place was actually not the only Imperial Palace.

At this moment, he shook his head, his eyes showing regret, and just as he was about to speak, Jin Chen interrupted him.

Under the strikes of Ling Yuan, the First Elder, and Yao Hou, that golden umbrella was also hard to withstand and collapsed.

After all, Jin Chen should have been hungry for a very, very long time... the souls of the clansmen that often entered simply could not satisfy his hunger, and clearly, there were not many feeders.

The commanders around him, one by one, had sharp glints in their eyes as they looked at me.

"Finally, you've come close to me."

The First Imperial Prince lifted his head, gazing at these two puppets.

Without starting, the Cang Dragon within Jin Chen manifested, roaring to the sky, and I walked a few more zhang.

The Prefect was stunned; the moment the pupil of the remnant face's single eye dilated, Ziqing crushed an extremely special token he was holding in the palm of his right hand!

And other gods, after the Mother of Crimson's previous actions, mostly hid themselves.

At this moment, following his summoning, a booming sound resonated through the heavens and earth from the Immortal-Forbidden Land within the Criminal Prison Division on the ground.

The Prefect spoke intensely.

At this moment, Ziqing walked toward the sky, but as he approached, the pressure from the Prefect's remnant face made his walk increasingly difficult; the hundred-zhang distance was like the difference between heaven and earth.

All these thoughts were what Jin Chen had in his mind before; the moment he crushed it, a huge pulling force erupted instantly from Ziqing's palm.

All of this, at the moment waves of heaven-shaking terror rose in her heart, Ziqing crossed over eighty zhang and let out a roar.

His foundation power should not be wasted here, wasted at this moment.

Then, noticing the changes in the world, the distortion and blurriness in the four directions made her instinctively terrified.

Because the Prefect in such a state was actually a delicious item for the Mother of Crimson as well.

The Captain smiled, murmuring in his heart.

Even with such extinction, countless evil souls still descended upon Fenghai.

The Xu Qing Realm was not the place where he led his clansmen to die, and he... was recovering.

It was just that the timing had completely arrived, the fruit was completely ripe; he did not deceive the sentient beings to become the Prefect of Fenghai County, allowing himself to possess the luck of Fenghai County.

Its name was the Xu Qing Talisman.

What a pity, the Mother of Crimson had fallen asleep.

The First Elder had a shocked expression, looking at the First Imperial Prince who had not made a single move from beginning to end.

Beneath the Prefectural Capital, the blurred ground shook instantly, countless sword pavilions collapsed, as if a subterranean dragon were turning over, and the source of all this came from deep within the Criminal Prison Division, from here... the Immortal-Forbidden Land.

The giant eye of the Ancient Spirit Emperor that Ziqing saw that day brought him pressure that, although not as terrifying as the Mother of Crimson, was stronger than the immortal-forbidden god, and even vaguely

stronger than the immortal-forbidden god.

But the Prefect was not Qing Qin; Ziqing felt a bit of regret.

"Bai Xiaozhuo!" The First Imperial Prince narrowed his eyes; standing on the altar, his breathing was slightly rapid, his foot about to lift.

All of this made the divine finger, although it possessed the chance to break free, unable to do so in a short time.

This token had only one function, and that was to teleport to a designated range.

... Seeking monthly tickets.

Around it existed countless fierce souls, circling and dancing.

When he walked another ten zhang, Ziqing's body was mangled in many places, blood spilling from his mouth; staggering in his steps, he raised his hand and waved, immediately the power of seventeen Nascent Souls erupted, bolstering his entire body, continuing to move forward.

And at this moment, outside the Xu Qing Realm, which was permeated with countless Ancient Spirit Clan souls, everything was noisy.