Chapter 1050

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Before the Seven-Colored Demon Light, the power of two colors would collapse within a few breaths, the defense line would be pierced, and those people still cheering behind him would turn to dust like that cultivator before, without even having time to scream.

Even with three colors, it would be extremely strained; the defense line would inevitably be torn open.

Only upon reaching four colors could one barely hold their ground in this silent contest.

As for five colors.

Xu Zhangqing understood clearly in his heart that if he gathered five colors, reaching the tier where the Five Elements were complete, he could cast the true Five-Colored Divine Light.

That was not a simple superimposition of five laws, but a complete cycle formed after the Five Elements' mutual generation and mutual restraint; Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth — five root powers connected end to end, endless life, constituting a complete Law Closed Loop.

At that time, facing Kong Fang's probing again, he would be able to respond with composure.

The strength of the Five-Colored Divine Light far surpassed four colors; the cycle between each color would make the defense more stable, the power more formidable, leaving the opponent no opening to exploit.

But the fifth color, the root power of the Metal Law, still had no trace to this day.

Among the Five Elements, Metal governs killing; it is the sharpest and also the most difficult to control.

He had cultivated for two hundred years; Earth, Wood, Water, Fire each had their encounters — the root of the Tu Soil God, the mark of the Green Emperor's inheritance, the Primordial Heavy Water in the Xuan River, the Nirvana Heart Fire in the Night Crying Secret Realm; behind every root power lay an opportunity.

Yet the Metal opportunity had never appeared until now.

Forget it!

Xu Zhangqing suppressed these thoughts; now was not the time to ponder this.

Although Kong Fang's strike had been blocked back, the other party's objective had already been achieved.

He had gauged the depth of Dongyu, and also gauged his own approximate strength.

While Xu Zhangqing's understanding of Kong Fang still remained at the descriptions of those Survivors and the scattered records in Ancient Books.

One must know, this was a Demon God who had lived for over ten thousand years.

Knowing oneself and knowing the enemy ensures a hundred battles without peril, but the current situation was precisely the opposite.

Kong Fang knew him; he did not know Kong Fang.

This battle was far from reaching a point where one could breathe a sigh of relief.

Xu Zhangqing slowly withdrew his gaze, then his figure descended from mid-air.

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At the Same Time, the Central Region.

The Seven-Colored Tail Screen behind Kong Fang unfurled slightly; the eye-shaped patterns on the tail feathers flickered bright and dim.

He sensed the process of that trace of Creation Power being annihilated — not shattered, not dispersed, but simultaneously minced by four distinctly different root powers.

The yellow-brown Tu Soil Power bore all things.

The ink-black Primordial Heavy Water eroded everything.

The pale gold Nirvana Heart Fire incinerated all impurities.

The blue-green Wood-element vitality regeneration cycle.

The four powers mutually restrained and mutually accomplished each other, forming a near-perfect cycle.

And that trace of demon light he had attacked with, after being locked by this cycle, had no way to break through and could only be forcibly minced into vast sky light dust.

"Interesting!"

Kong Fang was silent for a moment, the corner of his mouth hooking a faint arc.

One could not tell if it was amusement or coldness, but that arc indeed hung on the corner of his mouth.

He raised his right hand, five fingers slightly spread; a trace of Seven-Colored Demon Light lingering at his fingertip drew a slender light trace in the void.

Within the light trace, that scene just now was reflected.

A Four-Color Light Pearl precisely nailed into the interior of the demon light, mincing his casual probe, along with the Creation Power wrapped within it, into pieces.

The image was clear and fine; every trace of law fluctuation was captured distinctly.

Kong Fang lightly waved away the light trace at his fingertip; those Seven-Colored Concentric Circles eyes once more rippled with layers of ripples, the glow in the depths of his pupils shifting from slow to urgent.

His gaze held both a trace of surprise and a trace of scrutiny.

Like a chess player suddenly discovering an inconspicuous piece on the board actually had great use.

At this moment, his heart held neither anger nor apprehension, but purely interest.

He had waited this long, waiting for an existence that could make him slightly raise his interest.

Now, this existence had finally appeared.

Dongyu!

Qingmu Sect!

Xu Zhangqing!

Kong Fang withdrew his hand; the Seven-Colored Tail Screen behind him fluttered, reflecting the surrounding demon clouds into seven colors, then he said in a deep voice: "This person has some ability; no wonder he could tame my direct descendant into a mere mount."

The voice was not loud, yet it spread through the air.

The surrounding Demon Emperors and Demon Kings, hearing this, looked at each other in dismay, all unconsciously lowering their bodies.

The Demon Emperor who had just been mocking Bi Xin now didn't even dare breathe, didn't dare move.

They were all old subordinates who had followed Kong Fang for many years, deeply knowing their Demon God's temperament.

If he flew into a rage it would be fine; rage meant matters were under control.

But if he smiled, it instead meant things had become not so simple.

Right now, this human cultivator called Xu Changqing had actually caught a strike from the Demon God.

This is enough to prove the other party's cultivation had at least reached a level capable of contending with the Demon God.

No one could have imagined the Eastern Domain actually still had such an existence; truly inconceivable.

The Bone Emperor was the first to raise his head; the bone armor on his body had cracked in several places from the vine impact just now, and he bowed to Kong Fang: "Demon God, since the demon tide can no longer threaten the Eastern Domain's defense line, does the next step of the plan need adjustment?"

The Zhenyue Chariot and the Flowing Frost Boat, these two great killing weapons are truly troublesome.

A frontal hard charge, no matter how many more demon tides, would just be sending them to their deaths.

The Flying Bird Demon Emperor folded his wings and landed beside the Bone Emperor; he had nearly had his claws tangled by the vines, and even now spoke with lingering fear: "The Zhenyue Chariot and the Flowing Frost Boat are clearly what human cultivators prepared for positional warfare, for war of attrition.

A frontal hard charge, no amount of demon tides is enough for them to kill."

"Then you mean just drag it out like this?"

A four-armed Demon Emperor covered entirely in dark red scale armor, four arms crossed before his body, each hand gripping an ink-green bone saber, said in a low voice: "In the current Tianyuan Realm, only the Eastern Domain is harder to gnaw; the other three domains each have their own troubles."

The Flying Bird Demon Emperor shook his head: "I didn't say just drag it out; I said we can't break through.

Can't break through and dragging it out are two different matters."

At this moment, Kong Fang raised a hand, and everyone's argument came to an abrupt halt; seeing all the Demon Emperors, Demon Kings, and Great Demons stop their movements, only then did he speak: "The demon tide continues."

These words spoken, the multitude of demons were surprised.

Kong Fang seemed not to see their expressions: "Harassment continues, invasion continues.

At the border, all ongoing offensives absolutely do not stop."

The Bone Emperor hesitated a moment, then steeled himself and said: "Demon God, pardon this subordinate's blunt words.

The demon tide Bi Xin led out this time was completely annihilated, which has already proven frontal impact has little effect on those two great killing weapons.

Continuing to fill it with demon tides, is it…"

Speaking to here, it suddenly stopped, not daring to continue.

Kong Fang's gaze fell on it; in the seven-colored concentric circle eyes there was no anger, only a near-indifferent calm, and he asked: "How many demons does the Demon Realm have?"

The Bone Emperor blanked for a moment, then replied: "Virtually endless."

Kong Fang asked again: "How many cultivators does the Eastern Domain have?"

The Bone Emperor fell silent for an instant, then blurted out: "Fewer and fewer!"