Chapter 392: 【Emperor Weapon Battles Emperor Weapon】(4600)

The physical body of the Huanggu Holy Body is strong to an unimaginable degree. Even if the Chaos Body surpasses it in other fields, at the physical level, it is only comparable.

For the world, becoming a Sage is an end point, but for the Holy Body, the cultivation of the physical body has just begun. Re-cultivating the five secret realms—how can it be ordinary?

Wheel and Sea, Dao Palace, Four Extremities, Dragon Transformation, Immortal Platform—the five secret realms roared, blooming with the most brilliant radiance. One rune after another rotated around Lin Xian, resembling the praise of the gods of the myriad heavens, with the four sacred beasts following.

"Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist!"

The fist technique most suitable for the Holy Body was unleashed. Lin Xian's blood energy rushed to the nine heavens. This fist technique suppressed everything, peerless and invincible, sweeping away everything in its path.

On the fist, the six most ancient universes manifested. The gate of life and death reincarnation opened, and thousands of ghosts entered the six paths!

One punch, two punches, three punches... Lin Xian trod the Green Lotus Step, fighting at close quarters. In an instant, he unleashed three divine punches in one breath, resembling a reincarnation disk suppressing and killing. In front of the Ghost Gate, a large banner swayed, as if about to step into the Ghost Gate.

Boom—!

Only hearing a "crack", the physical body of an Ancestor King shattered, and the Primordial Spirit screamed: "No!"

Three punches shattered the Ancestor King's dream, making the remaining Sages shiver together, fear arising in their hearts, subconsciously wanting to escape.

Lin Xian's physical body seemed even stronger than his Primordial Spirit.

Demon Emperor Nine Slashes—this is, after all, a Qing Emperor divine technique, a final battle.

These three punches looked like pure physical fluctuations, just three plain attacks.

"Can you run?"

Lin Xian laughed. He operated the Xing Character Secret. He learned the speed secret method just to be able to attack when advancing and defend when retreating.

The sound of booming rang out. Another dozen moves, and the physical body of another Ancestor King was instantly shattered, leaving only the Primordial Spirit. Fighting at close quarters with a Huanggu Holy Body, unless it is an Emperor's son bloodline, it is like paper before a Holy Body.

And his weapon also shattered. The wailing sound of the Sage weapon echoed in the sky. Countless metals danced like light rain, one grain of which could kill a Great Ability.

"Everyone, retreat quickly, follow me to sacrifice our weapons!"

The Spirit Valley Ancestor King saw the situation was not good and roared, summoning the Primordial Spirits of the two Sages, as well as the remaining few Ancestor Kings who were still flawless.

A Sage King weapon hung high—that was the immortal foundation of Spirit Valley, like nine Sages attacking together, no less than a Sage King moving a weapon.

"Immeasurable light, immeasurable kalpa, immeasurable energy, suppress for eternity!"

The Spirit Valley Ancestor King activated the Sage King weapon. It was a golden, brilliant divine bell. The other Ancestor Kings showed pious voices, reciting Great Dao scriptures. The sound was booming, echoing between heaven and earth.

This is a battle method from the ancient times. At that time, all tribes fought, and there were bloody battles. They would form alliances with each other, and thus created this Dao method.

Once, dozens of the strongest Ancestor Kings joined forces to suppress and kill a Sage King with this method, establishing a resounding reputation.

The divine bell was brilliant, crossing countless traces, resembling a god sitting in the center, emitting Immortal sounds, suppressing the enemies of the world.

"A Sage King weapon also dares to be fierce."

Lin Xian did not retreat but advanced. In his heart, he silently operated the Bing Character Secret, controlling that divine weapon, dissolving a portion of the energy, and then relying on the invincible physical body of the Huanggu Holy Body, directly met it head-on.

"Clang!!!"

The immeasurable bell sound exploded, mountains and rivers collapsed. One Great Ability after another showed fear, coughing blood from the aftermath, and some even almost died miserably.

This was still the result of Lin Xian controlling most of the might. If he had let this golden bell echo, no one at the scene except Ancestor Kings and Sages would have survived.

"Barehanded... barehanded catching a Sage weapon!"

An ancient tribe creature screamed, his eyes revealing disbelief. This kind of thing, even an Ancestor King could not do.

Weapons are sharper than the physical body; otherwise, who would refine hand-held weapons? Cultivator battles cannot carry things that drag them down; there must be benefits.

"Even if I, Lin Xian, carry ten Ancestor Kings on my back, needing one hand to support the Sage King golden bell, I am still invincible in the human world."

Lin Xian exhaled a turbid breath, his eyes full of excitement. Finally, it was his turn, Lin Mou, to show off once.

Why did he run away, why did he lure the Ancestor Kings to this place—wasn't it for this moment!

In the Within Yaochi Holy Land, Ye Fan, who was peeking at this scene using a divine mirror, slapped his thigh hard, gritting his teeth and saying: "Lin Holy Master really managed to show off!"

On the battlefield of the first confrontation between the human race and the ancient tribes, shouting such a high-level line is destined to leave his name in history.

From now on, this sentence belongs exclusively to Lin Xian. Even if Ye Fan becomes a Sage and says it, he is just a clumsy imitator.

This line—whoever says it first gets it.

Lin Xian threw the golden bell hard, smashing it toward one of the Ancestor Kings, and then trod the Green Lotus Step to roam the battlefield, soon chasing down the remaining Ancestor Kings, performing divine arts, and shattering their physical bodies.

"I'll fight you to the death!!!"

The Spirit Valley Ancestor King was the one with the deepest cultivation among all the Kings, his merit participating in creation. Lin Xian killed the other Ancestor Kings in a few moves, a dozen moves, but only this Ancestor King took thirty punches from the Huanggu Holy Body without dying.

Until the thirty-first punch, he was hammered into a pool of flesh and mud.

"Hum." In the flesh and mud, a brilliance emerged. It was the Primordial Spirit of the Spirit Valley Ancestor King, revealing a ferocious look. He wanted to fight to the death and possess Lin Xian.

Why this tribe calls itself Spirit Valley is not without reason. What they specialize in cultivating is the spirit; the physical body is just a station!

Spirit Valley, in the end, is to cultivate the spirit, refining one's own god. When reaching the highest realm, they will abandon the physical body.

As a powerful Ancestor King, he had already practiced to the point of being able to possess. Various heavenly laws intertwined, gathering a brilliant Dharma Image, resembling a god descending to the dust, arriving in the human world, specializing in severing the Primordial Spirit and seizing the Dao body.

"If an Immortal loses their physical body, they are just a ghost Immortal. It is difficult for a ten-thousand-kalpa Yin spirit to become an Emperor."

"What kind of spirit—you are just a Yin spirit. Enter my banner quickly."

"You violate the law of the great universe that the physical body is invincible, and you are seeking your own death."

Lin Xian was overjoyed and sacrificed the Human Emperor Banner. If it were other means, he would fear a few points, worried about burning both jade and stone. He didn't expect Yin spirit possession—isn't this just sending food?

The Human Emperor Banner swayed, flowing out strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi that were purple and black, accompanied by dragon roars and Dao shouts, sweeping the Ancestor King's Primordial Spirit.

Without any effort, the dignified Ancestor King's Primordial Spirit had no chance to resist.

A trace of brilliance flashed on the Human Emperor Banner. Spirit Valley specializes in the Primordial Spirit, which is really a great supplement, stronger than other Sages.

"If all ancient tribes practiced the Spirit Valley technique, how good that would be."

"What a good tribe inheritance—cannot be killed off. Must leave a few to breed and raise as protected animals."

Lin Xian sighed: "Protecting Spirit Valley is everyone's responsibility."

"Awoo, awoo..."

The divine banner swayed, and sounds of crying echoed between heaven and earth, making everyone at the scene stunned. The Sage of our human race's style seems a little bit wrong.

The Human Emperor Banner swayed, preparing to collect the Primordial Spirits of the other few Ancestor Kings. Although they were not as big a supplement as Spirit Valley, even a mosquito is meat.

"Stop."

When Lin Xian reached out his black hand toward the third Ancestor King with deer antlers, a surging Sage might descended. An ancient tribe Sage King came from the void, seemingly requesting, but actually high and mighty: "This is my disciple. Spare his life."

"Begging for a life?"

Lin Xian smiled indifferently: "I can spare his life, but who will spare your life."

"You are looking for death!"

That Sage King was furious. Since he attained the Sage King Dao, no one had ever dared to speak to him like this. He no longer hid his figure and descended from the sky.

"It's the Taiming Ancestor King; we are saved!" The remaining few Ancestor King Primordial Spirits were overjoyed. If it weren't for their Primordial Spirit bodies, they would probably be excited to shed tears.

The newcomer looked like an evil god who had broken through the prison of the Underworld, bringing with him monstrous demonic energy, a pair of bat wings black as ink, possessing genuine Sage King cultivation.

"What a powerful aura, even stronger than the other Ancestor Kings!"

"This is, this is a Sage King!"

"Since ancient times, Great Sages have been respected. A Sage King can support a strong tribe. Even in the ancient times, Sage Kings were existence of great importance."

Human race sect masters were shocked, ancient tribe creatures discussed spiritedly, and some careful cultivators slipped away, fearing that a great battle would break out later, affecting themselves like just now.

"A Sage King attacking a human Sage—you ancient tribes have truly broken the rules!" Kong Que King shouted. Although he had not become a Sage, facing a Sage King, he was not afraid.

"Just an ant. A King who has severed the Dao also dares to be disrespectful to a Sage." Taiming Ancestor King sneered, just an eye turning into lightning to kill, wanting to strangle the Kong Que King.

Unexpectedly, a ringing sound like an Immortal sound arose.

"Dong!"

Suddenly, a footstep sound came from the end of heaven and earth, combining with the pulse of this world, clearly transmitted into people's hearts, and also broke the Kong Que King's killing tribulation.

"What a divine sound. Who is playing the zither, who is playing the divine song."

Taiming Ancestor King's eyes condensed, looking at the end of heaven, only to see a tall figure walking step by step. He was white-clothed, heroic and majestic, moving forward firmly.

That kind of blood energy was very familiar, belonging to the human race!

A Sage King belonging to the human race!

"Sage fights Sage, Sage King against Sage King. Fellow Daoist, your opponent is me."

The White-Clothed God King said indifferently, blending with heaven and earth, ten thousand Daos following, his appearance handsome, peerless in grace, resembling an Immortal King descending to the world.

Behind him was the Fairy Caiyun Fairy holding a Dao zither, restored to youth, her appearance stunning the world, resembling a pair of fairy lovers.

"Strong, so strong."

Taiming Ancestor King's eyes burst with divine light, evaluating: "I didn't expect the human race to have a contemporary Sage King. Fellow Daoist, how should I address you?"

"Jiang Taixu." The White-Clothed God King said indifferently, having a kind of confidence, standing there, resembling a divine peak.

"I have remembered your name." Taiming Ancestor King nodded with satisfaction, revealing a bloodthirsty smile: "Kill you, the Great Sages of the human race should also jump out, and my mission will be completed."

"Please."

The God King didn't talk nonsense, walking, resembling the rhythm of the heaven and earth Dao pulse, every step like a war drum knocking, making everyone's heart beat along with it.

Fairy Caiyun Fairy smiled slightly, sitting on the grass, playing the zither for the God King to help the fun, as if this was not a life-and-death battle between Sage Kings, but just an outing to enjoy the scenery.

"Is that all?" The Underworld King sneered: "Although extraordinary, it is a small technique."

"If fellow Daoist stops, we can sit and discuss the Dao." The White-Clothed God King smiled indifferently, actually not moving to kill, just inviting Taiming Ancestor King to sit down.

"You shoulder the human race, I shoulder the tribe, each for their own master, how can we sit down." Taiming Ancestor King shouted: "No more words, let's strike."

"Sigh..."

The White-Clothed God King shook his head, said nothing more, and turned away.

At the same time, petals flew all over the sky, each piece crystalline, falling between heaven and earth, with a fragrant smell, strange phenomena appearing one after another, turning the human world into a Pure Land.

Some human sect masters had flushed faces, extremely excited: "The sigh of the gods."

Back then, the God King used this move to kill the Dark Night Monarch wearing the handed-down Sage clothing. Today, it reappears in the human world.

"You don't kill me, but I want to kill you." The Underworld King pinched a petal from the air, coldly: "Give you one more chance."

"You are already dead."

The White-Clothed God King said indifferently, sitting beside Fairy Caiyun Fairy, taking over the Dao sound, playing the distant Immortal music.

A song of fish and dragon moving, thousands of flowers falling, the illusion faded, reality manifested.

Taiming Ancestor King touched the blood at the center of his brow, muttering: "More terrifying than the Heavenly Sword, killing in an instant. In the ancient times, someone also manifested this technique."

"So that's how it is..."

Before the words fell, Taiming Ancestor King transformed into a ball of tribulation ash, scattering with the wind, leaving only a handed-down Sage clothing without the slightest damage.

"Master!!!"

That deer-antler Ancestor King wailed, ignoring the danger of killing intent, desperately flying over, kneeling in front of the handed-down Sage clothing. A generation of Ancestor Kings was high and mighty, but now he cried like a child, choking sounds constant, making people sad.

Lin Xian took away the Primordial Spirits of the remaining Ancestor Kings and said calmly: "Words count. The Heavenly Court says if we kill your whole family, we kill your whole family; if we say we spare your life, we spare your life."

"Your life, your master repaid it."

Sages are immortal and regenerate from a drop of blood. The deer-antler Ancestor King had already recast his physical body, but his eyes had no spirit, lost and soul-less, as if the person were already dead, like a puppet, just stiffly bowing to Lin Xian, and then holding the empty armor away.

"On the road of longevity, listening to the funeral songs of cultivators..."

Lin Xian sighed softly, feeling a bit sad. Everyone has their own path to walk. When paths between people overlap, they are fellow Daoists; if they cross, they will collide with sparks. Flashing between the sparks are one life after another, thus weaving into the human world.

An autumn wind blew, grass and trees were elegant. Clearly, it was the beginning of a Golden Age, but all cultivators felt very cold.

Sages and Ancestor Kings fell like rain, trampled like grass and mustard. When this era ends, how many people will be left?

"On this road, who is right, who is wrong—there are only different choices."

An Ancestor King watching the battle said in a low voice: "I am persistent, struggling to cross."

"This is an era that makes people crazy and sad. Carnival and tragedy are staged together, like a moth to a flame."

There were also old sect masters who were lost, sighed, and prepared to retire to the fields, no longer cultivating, and passed the position to the next generation.

"Climbing the heavenly road, treading the song, killing a King with a flick of a finger—this is the meaning of our cultivation!"

There were also young prodigies who firmed their beliefs, burning with brilliant life fire, swearing to compose a clanging war song in the future.

Lin Xian stood against the wind, his green robes fluttering, standing side by side with the White-Clothed God King, looking down at the ancient tribes, performing the Buddha Gate Great Lion Roar, his voice echoing between heaven and earth: "Who else?!"

"Boom boom boom..."

At the end of the horizon, nine terrifying ancient beasts ran over. Each one was a Great Completion King, terrifying and boundless, all ancient fierce beasts.

A figure resembling a demon god appeared. The Fallen Heaven King had arrived.

"I am the last pass." Fallen Heaven King said proudly. He had the qualifications to be proud—Sage King Great Perfection, only half a step away from Great Sage, only then can he be called Heavenly King, the final combat power that can be sent out under the rulers of the ancient tribes.

"Ancient tribes, too arrogant."

Lin Xian shook his head and said indifferently.

"What do you mean?!" Fallen Heaven King was slightly stunned, almost thinking he had heard wrong.

"You are the challengers!"

Lin Xian shouted and joined forces with the White-Clothed God King, sacrificing an Extreme Dao Emperor weapon. A furnace of Phoenix Blood Red Gold soared into the sky, sacred and vast, blooming with billions of Immortal lights. On it, a phoenix spread its wings, and a sun rose, incomparably mysterious.

Red clouds rushed to the sky, Immortal fire was vigorous. Only hearing a phoenix cry, it instantly illuminated the Big Dipper, loaded the Fallen Heaven King into it, and then turned him into ash.

Without the slightest suspense, a Heavenly King fell just like that. This is the power of an Emperor weapon!

After a brief silence, a roar sounded from the deepest part of the Northern Territory: "Human race, do you want to start a war?!"

"Press the Extreme Dao Emperor weapon up!"

Boom, the aura of the Ancient Emperor bloomed, rushing straight to the nine heavens, shaking the Big Dipper, aiming at the Eastern Wasteland.

"When the narrow road meets, the brave wins!"

"Draw the sword!"

Lin Xian shouted and sent a signal toward the direction of Within Yaochi. A Taihuang Sword soared into the sky, transforming into a great dragon, pointing directly at the Northern Territory.

"My sword has not yet been unfavorable!" The Great Great Xia old Great Sage was high-spirited. Following the Heavenly Court, he had medicine kings for every meal and was much younger.

Extreme Dao Emperor weapons pressed on the border, immeasurable divine might boiled, billions of ancient tribes bowed and trembled.

"Press up, press up, press up!"

In a mountain range, Ancestor Kings were like crazy gamblers, their eyes red, urging the second Extreme Dao Emperor weapon.

Emperor weapon battles Emperor weapon—the final moment had arrived!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 393 =====