Chapter 644: Di Jiang Uses His Body as the Trap
The Ten Great Monster Sages — this was practically the Heavenly Court's most elite combat strength aside from him and Fuxi.
With these ten Peak Great Luo Golden Immortal Monster Sages providing protection, plus the Donghuang Bell in his younger brother's hands with its unrivaled defense...
Safety truly seemed assured.
Yet for some unknown reason, a trace of fear inexplicably rose in Di Jun's heart.
"Younger Brother, you..."
"Elder Brother, go quickly." Gu Yuan waved his hand, his expression somewhat weary, "If you go too late, the Underworld's mess will truly become Di Jiang's bagged possession."
Di Jun looked at his younger brother's sincere eyes written full of "sharing your worries," and the hesitation in his heart was also washed away.
He nodded heavily, speaking no further.
"Issue Our Imperial Edict! Muster three million of the Star River Water Army, follow Us... on a personal campaign against the Underworld!"
Youming Di Fu.
When Di Jun tore through the void, driving the Nine Dragons Sandalwood Palanquin to descend upon this place, even though he had already prepared himself mentally, the scene before his eyes still made his eyes nearly split with rage.
Above the Heavenly Dome, the Youdu Gongdesi representing the Heavenly Court's order was at this moment being frantically besieged by endless evil ghosts and resentful souls.
The Ten Thousand Heavenly River Water Army left behind by Bai Ze formed a battle array, bitterly holding on, yet it was already precarious.
On the Great Earth, the Wangchuanhe's embankment was completely smashed apart, turbid yellow river water poured back in reverse, sweeping away countless souls who had no time to escape into its depths, eternally sunk.
The gates of the Eighteen Levels of Hell stood wide open, countless evil ghosts who had committed monstrous sins in life were now grinning fiercely as they rushed out, taking those new souls just hooked in by the Wu Clan ghost messengers as blood food, devouring them en masse.
The entire Underworld had already transformed into a Shura Chang even more chaotic and terrifying than the Nine Nether Blood Sea.
"Wu Clan!"
Di Jun's furious roar transformed into substantial Taizhen, burning a huge cavity in the dark clouds below.
Above his head, the Hetu Luoshu slowly unfurled, the radiance of a hundred million stars cascading down, instantly enveloping that tottering Gongdesi within, blocking all evil ghosts' impacts.
"Di Jiang, where are you! Get out here for Us!"
Di Jun held the Heavenly Emperor Sword, standing atop the Nine Dragons Sandalwood Palanquin, resplendent imperial might pressing down, causing the countless violent resentful souls below to momentarily freeze, instinctively feeling fear.
"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Di Jun, why bother with such great liver-fire."
A calm voice transmitted from the source of that chaos, the entrance to the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
Di Jun looked toward the sound, only to see Di Jiang in a black robe, sitting alone cross-legged at the head of the Naihe Bridge, expression indifferent, as if this mountain of corpses and sea of blood before him had not the slightest relation to him.
Di Jun's brows furrowed tightly.
He had anticipated Di Jiang would bring the Eleven Ancestral Witches arrayed in strict formation, and had also anticipated the other party would avoid him and not appear.
Only he had not expected it would be this kind of scene.
Only Di Jiang alone?
"Di Jiang, where are your brothers?" Di Jun gripped the Heavenly Emperor Sword in his hand tight, a strong unease surging in his heart, "Let them all come out together to receive death!"
Di Jiang heard this, slowly opened his eyes, the corner of his mouth hooking a mocking glint's arc, yet did not answer.
He merely raised his hand, toward Di Jun, distantly making a "please" gesture.
The unease in Di Jun's heart reached its peak at this moment.
Not right!
Too not right!
This person Di Jiang, deeply scheming, would absolutely not do this kind of meaningless provocation.
He dares to face himself alone here, there is only one possibility.
This is a trap!
His true killing move is not here at all!
"Taiyi!"
A boom rang in Di Jun's mind, instantly understanding everything.
The Underworld riot is a Yang Scheme, a lure the tiger from the mountain!
Di Jiang's true target is those ten defenseless Jin Wu down in the mortal realm, is his own younger brother who only has Golden Immortal cultivation and is weak and frequently ill!
"Di Jiang! You dare!"
Di Jun's eyes blood-red, no longer caring to suppress the Underworld's chaos, turned intending to tear the void, return to aid the Thirty-Three Heavens.
However, it was already too late.
"Hahaha! Di Jun brat, only thinking of leaving now? Don't you feel it's too late!"
Accompanied by a violent laugh, Zhu Rong's Ancestral Witch true body towering a hundred thousand zhang, stepped out fiercely from the void, a fist wrapped in Southern Ming Lihuo that burns all things, heavily smashing toward the spatial rift Di Jun had just torn open.
"Boom!"
Space, inch by inch shattered.
Immediately following, Gonggong, Qiangliang, She Bi Shi, Zhu Jiuyin...
A full ten Ancestral Witch true bodies emitting sky-reaching baleful qi manifested from all directions, surrounding Di Jun together with his three million Star River Water Army dead center.
On each Ancestral Witch's body, pure-to-the-extreme Law Power coiled.
That heaven-destroying earth-extinguishing pressure, surprisingly in no way weaker than the Heavenly Court's Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array.
Di Jun froze in place, his face turning deathly pale in an instant.
Fell for the scheme.
From the start, this was a linked killing trap targeting him, targeting the entire Yao Clan Heavenly Court.
Di Jiang slowly stood, walked to before Zhu Rong and the others, looking at Di Jun with iron-blue face, the smile at the corner of his mouth growing ever colder.
"Di Jun, don't rush to leave. I, Di Jiang, used my life to prepare a good show for you."
Di Jiang raised his head, his gaze as if piercing through the Youming, looking toward the Honghuang Dadi.
"Our Wu Clan's first Divine Archer, Dayi, has already gone to find your ten precious sons."
"One presumes that by now, your children should already be safely... liberated."
The Eastern Great Wasteland.
Ten thousand li of land have turned to scorched earth; the air is permeated with the pungent stench of sulfur and charred flesh.
Ten golden little suns still chase and frolic wantonly in the Heavenly Dome above, utterly oblivious to the misery below, which has become a human purgatory.
Just at this time.
"Hum—"
The void twisted for a moment, and a magnificent carriage and palanquin pulled by nine fire jiaos at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm crushed through the cloud layers, appearing out of thin air.
At the front of the carriage and palanquin, ten figures exuded auras deep as the sea — precisely the Nine Great Yao Sages and Gu Yuan.
"Played enough? Time to go home."
The voice was not loud, yet it clearly entered the ears of every Xiao Jin Wu.
The frolicking Xiao Jin Wu froze in their movements; seeing the nine Yao Sages with stern faces, they finally realized they seemed to have caused a catastrophe.
The pearl curtain of the carriage and palanquin was gently lifted by a pale hand.
Gu Yuan half-leaned on the soft couch, gazing down at the devastated land below, and let out a light sigh.
Spoiled brats truly are the most terrifying beings in all heavens and myriad worlds.
"Second Uncle..."
Upon seeing Gu Yuan, the ten Xiao Jin Wu were so frightened their feathers all shrank back; each hung their head like children who had done something wrong, not daring to move a muscle.
They did not fear their majestic Father Emperor, nor their loving Mother Empress; they only feared this Second Uncle who was always sickly, yet whose gaze seemed able to see through everything.
"Take them back first." Gu Yuan waved his hand, his voice somewhat weak.
"Yes."
The Nine Great Yao Sages acknowledged the order and were about to step forward to take the ten Xiao Jin Wu away.
Right at this moment, a sudden change erupted!
End of Chapter
