Chapter 690

One after another, light pillars shot up into the sky.

One after another, mountain peaks were flattened to plains.

One after another, silhouettes were crushed to pieces.

One after another, wisps of souls turned to ash and smoke.

Wu Tie unleashed his divine powers, transforming into a thumb-sized iron-winged bee bird, darting swiftly through the terrifying waves of energy.

The Five Elements Divine Light flickered rapidly, continually drawing silhouettes into it wherever it passed.

Li Guang, Zhao Xiang, Xiang Feiyu, Xiang Feixie and others had already taken refuge with Wu Tie's God Realm Elder, hiding in the Five Elements Small World evolved from Wu Tie's Five Elements Divine Light, staring wide-eyed at the outside world where heaven and earth were shattered and chaos reigned.

Whenever he sees his own clansmen or acquaintances with whom he has rapport, they hurriedly send a signal; Wu Tie rushes over in extreme peril; the Five Elements Divine Light sweeps, forcibly pulling these people in; naturally, Li Guang and others then explain the reason to them.

Wu Ba leads the main-branch forces of the Wu family of the Great Martial God State, and they become entangled with the cadet branch of the Wu family of the Great Martial God State.

They even overlooked the remaining personnel of Dai Wei and Qing Qiu.

Anyway, with the Ten Directions Slaughter Armor's support, they don't believe Dai Wei and Qing Qiu can be their opponents; in the end, only the people of Great Martial can survive.

So they recklessly attack each other, hysterically pouring out their own power.

On the dueling battlefield, Blood Light collapses and shatters; the earth is peeled open layer by layer, destroyed; then Blood Light within the dueling battlefield forcibly condenses, and also forcibly draws earth's spiritual qi from all directions of the three-state battlefield, restoring the destroyed earth.

Another pillar of light shoots up into the sky.

Within the dueling battlefield, the Dao patterns and Dao rhythms have turned into visible flowing light waves, as if substantive, immersing all things within.

The remnants of Dai Wei and Qing Qiu are desperately struggling to survive; amidst the Great Martial God State's hysterical indiscriminate attacks, they are desperately struggling for existence, having no time to comprehend the Grand Dao profundity directly presented before them.

The people of the Great Martial God State are busy fighting desperately, whether main branch or cadet branch; in short, Wu Ba has gone mad; he has provoked this internal strife of the Great Martial God State, and to resolve it one side must be completely annihilated.

The Great Martial God State's style is fierce and barbaric—might makes right; thus every succession of its throne ultimately turns into a bloody internal purge. Therefore, there are grudges among the various branches of its royal house.

When facing pressure from Dai Wei and Qing Qiu, the Great Martial royal family can still present a united front.

But now, in this dueling battlefield, the Great Martial God State has gained absolute advantage—even the gods are unintentionally favoring them; Dai Wei and Qing Qiu are doomed to perish… So why not free up a hand to thoroughly resolve the internal conflict?

Chaos, chaos beyond imagination.

The remnants of Dai Wei and Qing Qiu originally just wanted to struggle to survive, but the Great Martial God State's internal conflict spread to them, and the frenzied attacks directly wiped out many of the fortunate survivors of Dai Wei and Qing Qiu.

The fierce valor and ferocity unique to descendants of a general's household, hidden deep in Linghu Qingqing's bones, erupted.

He was the first to strike a dark hand at the nearby Great Martial Old Ancestor.

The Indestructible Heart Lamp protected Linghu Qingqing; he wielded an extremely sharp Poison Dragon Cone, which silently pierced through the air and directly penetrated the chest of that Great Martial Old Ancestor. Wu Ba threw a punch, the treacherously wounded Great Martial Old Ancestor let out a miserable scream, and was smashed to pieces by Wu Ba's punch.

Another pillar of light appeared between heaven and earth.

On this small battlefield fifty li in length and width, already thousands of pillars of light, compressed by the void to only about a zhang thick, stand between heaven and earth.

The remaining people of Dai Wei saw Linghu Qingqing's method; they gritted their teeth and, emulating Linghu Qingqing, took advantage of the Great Martial God State's internal chaos to deal a heavy blow to them.

Fight desperately, play for keeps, risk your life… strive for a future.

In short, the Great Martial God State will surely not let them live; then even if they die, they must drag the enemy down with them.

Rarely, Dai Wei and Qing Qiu have joined forces.

Combined, they still have nearly a thousand Divine Realm old ancestors barely surviving, and several thousand half-step Divine Realm disciples who fortunately survived. They secretly gathered together and dealt a heavy blow to the Great Martial masses, who possess absolute superiority in numbers and strength.

One after another, new pillars of light continually arise.

Thousands of Divine Realm experts are tangled together, mutually slaughtering, mutually fighting for their lives.

In the high sky, within a black disc-shaped secret treasure, a piercing sharp laugh causes ripples to spread through the void.

Bountiful harvest, bountiful harvest… this batch of leeks is truly reaped with great satisfaction, causing those divine avatars responsible for on-site harvesting to become nearly frenzied with excitement.

The crystal bridge of the Heavenly Crystal Divine Clan has been destroyed; these spoils of war will certainly not be able to be sent back to the ancestral land.

Therefore, the divine soul crystals of these Divine Realm experts, plus their bloodline essence… goodness, these are all their spoils of war, and they can all share a portion.

As for these Divine Realm old ancestors who have fallen, the vast mana accumulated within their bodies, and the Dao rhythms they have comprehended, completely return to heaven and earth, once again becoming a part of this realm…

Oh, no.

There's Wu Tie, this oddity, present.

His incarnated iron-winged hornet bird is only thumb-sized, and he darts swiftly across the battlefield.

In the void, the Dao patterns and Dao rhythms are as rich as water, already nearly substantive. These Dao patterns and Dao rhythms encompass all things; thousands of Divine Realm old ancestors have each comprehended one or several of the three thousand Dao, and they have also cultivated many methods from the eighty-four thousand side paths.

These Dao patterns and Dao rhythms that have returned to heaven and earth, due to the dueling battlefield's unique enclosed environment, are like liquid trapped in a sealed vessel—increasing more and more, pressure growing stronger, and they naturally seek an outlet to discharge.

Behind Wu Tie's divine fetus, on the jade disc projection, the nine-section lotus root rapidly flickers with threads of spiritual light.

Three huge lotus flower buds light up; their petals slightly split open a small mouth, and the external flowing Dao patterns and Dao rhythms flow into Wu Tie's body on their own.

The jade disc projection has completely condensed into substance, smooth and lustrous, like a beautiful jade carving.

On the three thousand large lotus leaves and eighty-four thousand small lotus leaves, countless strange patterns continually proliferate.

Wu Tie's divine fetus emits threads of Dao-pattern light dragons; on Wu Tie's body, threads of Great Dao dragon patterns continually arise, continually merging with his body.

These fallen Divine Realm old ancestors, the 'Dao' they obtained after tens of thousands of years, even over a hundred thousand years of arduous cultivation, are now naturally merging into Wu Tie's dharma body.

At the same time, the myriad heavenly divine weapons and innate spirit weapons carried by these fallen Divine Realm old ancestors, as well as all cultivation resources stored in their storage artifacts, are being rolled up by strands of five-colored divine light and continually gathered by Wu Tie.

Either they are cast into the God-Smiting Whip, or they are swallowed by the lotus root on the jade disc projection.

This is a tremendously cruel 'creation'.

The profound content of the Primordial Scripture flows slowly over Wu Tie's heart; his flight speed increases ever more, his dharma body becomes ever stronger and complete, tending toward the Great Perfection Realm.

Suddenly, no one knows what exactly happened, when they hear Wu Ba's furious roar; his body explodes violently, and even the projection clones of the Ten Directions Slaughter Armor on him are blown to pieces.

Blood Light envelops the entire battlefield; Wu Tie only feels intense pain all over, then his vision darkens and he suddenly faints and collapses.