Chapter 1015: The Great Tribulation of the Luo Tian Grand Ritual

Hundreds of chains surged from both banks of the canal into the sky, intercepting the path before Zhigu City like a massive net.

Cui Bu'er also cast out the web woven from the "Tianfu Tianfu Zhenfu of the Myriad Kalpas, Myriad Profound, One-Hearted Fear and Torture."

Yet, whether it was the iron chains empowered by the "Eighteen Layers of Hell's Wuyou Naihe Path" or the web woven from the "Tianfu Tianfu Zhenfu of the Myriad Kalpas, Myriad Profound, One-Hearted Fear and Torture," the power they borrowed was nothing more than mere fate and karmic fire.

Those eight Heavenly Demon Secret Talismans were merely "True Talismans of the Heavenly Mansion" faked by Qian Chen, written by the dignity of a world-creator, with the fruit of true illusion, and a thorough understanding of the origin of this world's operation!

A true Tianfu Tianfu Zhenfu of the Heavenly Mansion must at least encompass the Great Dao respected by the myriad realms of the cosmos.

Yet these eight talismans, after all, were written with the Heavenly Dao of the great world Qian Chen opened up; they were not of the cosmic scale. Once separated from this world, they might fall from the level of "Tianfu Tianfu Zhenfu of the Heavenly Mansion."

That is why the Tianfu Tianfu Zhenfu of the Heavenly Mansion is named—Heavenly Mansion.

Only a world of cosmic scale, only the Great Dao from the "Heavenly Realm," can write talismans of this level.

But this does not mean the essence of these eight talismans written by Qian Chen is low.

It does not even mean that after leaving this world, they would truly fall from the Heavenly Mansion level.

The first reason is that the fruit of the Dao Qian Chen used to create the world was the fruit of true illusion; that small half of the principles that failed to penetrate the cosmos could be entrusted to the illusory, and deceiving the Great Dao of the myriad realms of the cosmos is not difficult.

And the other small half was that when Qian Chen created the world, he used the spiritual light flowing from the heart of the Supreme Dao Ancestor, pointing directly to the origin of the Great Dao.

It was just missing a little bit, just that little bit.

But facing Si Chen, an existence at the level of the Perfected Dao Fruit, that little bit became a natural chasm.

The demonic locusts tempered by the Great Sun Jin Zhong used the ancient plague locusts from the Five Tribulations of Western Kunlun's Heavenly Punishment as their method, transformed from the seed of the Five Elements, the Wood Thief. The Great Sun Jin Zhong acted personally, using the dense suffering accumulated by the Yellow River over hundreds of millions of years to refine the millions of people on both banks into ancient plague locusts.

Such fierce creatures are like demons, like devils, like ghosts, like gods.

Wuyou Wuyou Naihe could they be worn down by the Nether Heavenly Dao operated by the "Eighteen Layers of Hell's Wuyou Naihe Path" or the burning inextinguishable karmic fire?

Nor could they be bound by the Heavenly Dao of Fate operated by the "Tianfu Tianfu Zhenfu of the Myriad Kalpas, Myriad Profound, One-Hearted Fear and Torture" or the tangled chains of great karma.

With the eight Heavenly Demon Secret Talismans, below Si Chen, even if a Daoist Lord from another realm came, they could be restricted a little, but for a Si Chen of this realm, it was inevitably somewhat powerless!

Countless demonic locusts, under the binding of the chains and the net, pushed the net toward Zhigu City like a tidal wave.

Dense mouthparts gnawed away, dripping corrosive mucus as they opened and closed, scorching wisps of white smoke from the iron chains.

Karmic fire fell upon them; at first, it could burn them into a ball of blue flame, but soon after the flames extinguished, the charred demonic locusts grew even more ferocious bone spurs, their aura becoming even more savage.

The dense lines connecting the fates of all living beings snapped and reconnected; as long as the living beings did not die, these lines would not be severed.

But soon, a few transformed demonic locusts broke free from the net, and the iron chains finally snapped by the dozens; a stream of demonic locusts descended toward Zhigu like black smoke.

The skyline above the city wall suddenly darkened.

The sound of tens of thousands of human-sized locusts flapping their wings roared like a thunderstorm; these mutated demonic insects were covered in barbs on their abdomens, their compound eyes flashing with scarlet blood light!!

Old Zhao, a guard on the city wall, had just raised his torch when he was pounced upon by three locusts from mid-air.

Their serrated forelimbs cut into his shoulder blades like guillotines, and blood splattered instantly.

The human-faced tumors on the locusts' abdomens suddenly split open, extending tubular suckers into the wounds; Old Zhao's screams stopped abruptly—his entire body was shriveling into a skin bag at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On the city tower, the talisman arrows shot by the garrison collided with the insect armor, sparking red flames, but the locust swarm suddenly formed a spherical formation.

Thousands of demonic insects rolled together through the barbican; wherever they passed, bricks and tiles shattered, and the iron nails on the crenellations were actually gnawed into iron filings. A young boy accidentally fell off the city wall and was wrapped into a black cocoon by the swarm before he even hit the ground; only a few blood-stained pieces of coarse cloth drifted down from the air.

The moat suddenly churned with turbid waves as thousands of starving refugees rushed out from the city, trying to swim to safety. The locust swarm smelled the blood and dove down, blotting out the sky and sun.

Thousands of struggling blood-red whirlpools instantly appeared on the water's surface, and even their wails were drowned out by the piercing, sharp sound of insect wings rubbing together.

Cui Bu'er's eyes were splitting with rage, but his spells and divine abilities were completely useless.

Among the Daoist arts he had practiced, none could deal with such fierce insects; let alone the inheritances of this realm, even in the Earth Immortal Realm or the Heavenly Realm, there were not many Daoist arts and divine abilities that could wear down the ancient plague locusts.

These locusts do not die when meeting metal, do not burn when meeting fire, do not drown when meeting water, do not bury when meeting earth, and grow when meeting wood!

They are transformed from the Wood Thief Qi, which is best at stealing life, multiplying, growing, and not dying between heaven and earth.

At this moment, Wu Ponu struck out a blood handprint; those Xuanzhen sect members whose chains had snapped wrapped the iron chains around themselves and received the blood handprint. Instantly, fierce fire burned, and they all fell into hell amidst their wails!

Before the remains of the Xuanzhen sect members had even cooled, countless cinnabar incantations appeared on their skin; numerous blood handprints, accompanied by ghost-script underworld books, forcibly tore their souls out and transformed them into fierce ghosts—their eye sockets burning with green phosphorus ghost fire, iron chains piercing out from their spines, the ends transforming into soul-hooking bent hooks.

The locust swarm was just about to continue pouncing for food when the clanging sound of iron chains came from all directions.

Dozens of fierce ghosts flew over carrying iron chains, iron locks circling; the rotting knuckles of the fierce ghosts pinched out the Yu Sansheng Seal, and the iron chains around their bodies actually emitted the humming of Nine Nether Cold Iron.

The leading ghost cultivator grinned and roared, the iron chains carving traces in mid-air.

Those traces split open, like one ghost eye after another opening.

"The Underworld borrows the path!"

Wu Ponu gave a sharp shout, and countless blood footprints arrived beside him; those footprints that circled the Sancha River mouth, casting the iron city mountain hell, retracted to his side like countless chains.

The dense blood footprints stepped out a blood pool, from which rose overlapping phantoms of hell!

Wu Ponu's hands, pinching the Yu Sansheng Seal, had already begun to tremble, his fingertips pale, without a trace of blood color; his lips moved, and looking at the Xuanzhen sect members who had transformed into fierce ghosts, he said tremblingly: "Fall into the Netherworld together!"

Cui Bu'er turned his head in surprise, only to see Wu Ponu's gaze firm, and he shouted loudly: "Never to be reincarnated!"

The three fingers of the Yu Sansheng Seal pointed toward the blood pool, the three fingers symbolizing the Yu Sansheng of Creation inverted, like the three legs of a tripod, suppressing heavily onto the ground.

Countless ghost eyes locked onto the locust swarm; on the fierce ghosts circling in mid-air, countless iron chains pierced through their spines, the ends with bent hooks flying out.

The demonic locusts' wings had just flapped half a foot when they were pierced by the soul-hooking chains.

In the sky, one fierce ghost after another chanted ghost language, and the scriptures, which even Cui Bu'er could not quite understand, resounded through heaven and earth; one fierce ghost after another fell from the sky, the iron chains on their bodies tying hundreds, thousands of demonic locusts, falling toward the blood pool.

The most tragic was the fierce ghost transformed from a Dharma Protector.

It actively shattered its soul body, and countless iron chains flew from the sky, sweeping up the remaining demonic locusts in one fell swoop.

When the last demonic locust that broke through the net was dragged into the blood pool, the figures of the fierce ghosts had also sunk into the deepest part of hell—the "Eighteen Layers of Hell's Wuyou Naihe Path" they had burned their souls to operate had, in the end, burned away even their own chances of reincarnation!

Cui Bu'er's words stuck in his throat, staring blankly at Wu Ponu, the words he wanted to force out of him already unable to be spoken.

Wu Ponu only said faintly: "Do not hesitate, we have long since had this awareness!"

His gaze glared, and the bloodshot eyes looking at Cui Bu'er were dense, almost about to turn into blood and flow out: "Cui Bu'er, the demonic locusts do not fall into reincarnation; even if I sacrifice everything, I cannot suppress even a ten-thousandth of them. The only thing we can do is buy you time! The Sect Master has already calculated that only you can break this tribulation! Hurry up and come up with a solution!"

Cui Bu'er subconsciously shirked: "What solution can I come up with?"

"These hundreds of millions of demonic locusts, I am just a fake Daoist priest who cheats and swindles in Zhigu City; what solution can I have? I can't just issue a death warrant for them one by one, can I?"

As he spoke, several more iron chains snapped, and this time, the Xuanzhen sect members who pulled back the iron chains stamped onto the blood palm without hesitation.

Several fierce ghosts flew up, intercepted the demonic locusts rushing toward Zhigu, and dragged them into hell.

Wu Ponu looked at them, his gaze carrying an inexplicable sorrow and relief, and whispered: "Hurry up, we can't hold on for much longer!"

Cui Bu'er's mind was a blank; he had no idea how to deal with the demonic locusts that blotted out the sky and sun.

"With millions of people in Zhigu City, a large city spanning dozens of miles, how can I protect them against the demonic locusts filling the sky?"

Cui Bu'er was very helpless; he was originally a carefree person, and he treated his own life as a joke, but the lives of millions of people pressed on his heart; how could he breathe?

"If it were just me, I could still escape. But with millions of people behind me, how can I escape? And where can I escape to?"

As he spoke, Cui Bu'er glanced at the blood pool beside Wu Ponu, the overlapping phantoms of hell, especially the most indestructible Iron City Hell.

"If I were the only one here, I would have already issued a death warrant for myself, deceived life and death, and hidden in the Iron City Hell!"

The iron chains were still snapping one by one, and the demonic locust swarm that blotted out the sky and sun was growing larger; more locust swarms were coming in an endless stream, the black, oppressive swarm carrying boundless ferocity, the monstrous demonic aura condensing in the sky into a flying knife with brows and eyes, as if it could cut through everything.

Cui Bu'er's thoughts kept drifting toward "escape," but he remained firmly fixed on the Chaoguan pontoon bridge like a nail.

"Issue a death warrant for everyone!"

Cui Bu'er suddenly remembered the scene he had witnessed of Wu Ponu suppressing the countless floating corpses in the river on Jin Tang Bridge; an idea flashed through his mind like lightning, and he turned his head abruptly: "Deacon Wu, can this talisman of yours hide life and avoid death, and deceive heaven and earth?"

Wu Ponu nodded: "The Sect Master's divine ability, bestowing this talisman, is precisely to allow people to transform between human and ghost, life and death!"

"Then with the 'Tianfu Tianfu Zhenfu of the Myriad Kalpas, Myriad Profound, One-Hearted Fear and Torture' in my hand, which uses the fates of all living beings as lines, combined with your 'Eighteen Layers of Hell's Wuyou Naihe Path,' can we instantly turn all the people of Zhigu into ghost creatures and then hide them in the Iron City Hell?"

Wu Ponu was stunned!

He whispered: "No need to turn into ghost creatures, they are originally... Fellow Daoist Cui, this plan is feasible!"

Wu Ponu decisively withdrew the iron chains, and countless dense demonic locusts rushed in; at that moment, all the remaining Xuanzhen sect members stamped onto the blood handprint together with Wu Ponu, all transforming into fierce ghosts.

Hundreds of fierce ghosts pulled the chains and flew into mid-air, and even in Zhigu City, people kept stamping the blood handprints on the four gates.

On every fierce ghost, chains flew out.

In an instant, ten thousand ghosts fell together.

The dense chains in the sky transformed into a huge net from heaven to earth amidst the interweaving of the fierce ghosts, dragging everything in between into hell.

Cui Bu'er did not expect Wu Ponu to be so decisive, and hurriedly flicked the "Tianfu Tianfu Zhenfu of the Myriad Kalpas, Myriad Profound, One-Hearted Fear and Torture" in his hand.

The dense silk threads on it, especially the red threads left by every Zhigu person on the clay doll mountain of the Tianhou Palace, fell toward Zhigu City like a sky full of blood rain...

But at this moment, their intentions had been completely seen through by the Great Sun Jin Zhong!

In the turbid yellow water of the South Canal, a one-eyed stone man suddenly broke through the water, and the demonic locusts filling the sky suddenly gathered into a formation; the aura of plague and punishment manifested into a flying knife, hanging in mid-air, emitting an aura that made all living beings tremble, as if disaster was imminent!

The flying knife fell, transforming into an axe and halberd in the stone man's hand, and with one swing, it crossed countless times and spaces, like a meteor piercing Cui Bu'er's chest.

The demonic locusts filling the sky transformed into flying knives, cutting off all the red threads falling like blood rain.

Countless knots were cut, and countless knots of the net filling the sky were cut open by countless flying knives!

When the Axe of Xingtian pierced Cui Bu'er's chest, endless suffering, resentment, madness, the desire to destroy everything, to vent everything, to drag heaven and earth and all things, and the high and mighty Heavenly Emperor and gods together into the torrent of destruction, drowned him.

His life was like a thin thread, snapping suddenly and snapping toward both sides.

The pain carved into his soul was like a knife engraving, and even an inextinguishable Primordial Spirit would be cut off...

In Zhigu City, Lord Chi Fen Ruo trembled and said: "An instrument of Heavenly Punishment!"

At this moment, he was actually somewhat fearful; the instrument of Heavenly Punishment condensed by the ancient plague locusts was enough to cut and extinguish his Primordial Spirit. Even though he was only a split spirit now, the moment that axe and halberd struck him, the countless plague locusts condensing that flying knife, which was like an innate killing intent, would fall simultaneously, cutting and extinguishing his soul no matter where it was hidden.

The silk threads filling the sky snapped, like raindrops splashing on the ground, flying in all directions.

At this moment, Cui Bu'er actually saw a piece of yellow paper filled with cinnabar-red characters burning before his eyes...

It was actually his own death warrant.

The deceased Cui Gong Bu'er, born in the Yiwei year, Wuyin month, Bingxu day, Gengyin hour, died in the Guiyou year, Yichou month, Jiazi day, Dingmao hour, enjoying a lifespan of thirty-nine years. Now, according to the "Jade Casket Record" and "Xieji Bianfang" deduction, the death-aura offenses are recorded as follows:

Humbly hoping the Northern Emperor of Fengdu will pity him for suffering Heavenly Punishment and his soul not yet extinguished;

Earnestly requesting the Eastern Mountain Prefecture Lord to observe that although he violated Heavenly Law, his conduct was virtuous.

Ordering the various divisions of the Thunder Department to untie the fire-bell chains;

Praying to the Water Official Dongyin to cleanse the punishment of scorched bones.

Enabling the ghost soul to be saved, early exit from the realm of the Gorge Stone Iron Snake;

Only wishing for the soul and consciousness to return to truth, re-entering the gate of Fangzhu Qinghua.

Respectfully posted

Guiyou year, Yichou month, Jiazi day, Dingmao hour

Geomancer: Ritual Altar Master of the Xuanzhen Sect

"A death warrant issued for me by the Xuanzhen Sect Master?"

This thought flashed through Cui Bu'er's mind, and he saw the silk threads that had snapped and flown across the sky rebounding at an incredible speed at this moment; countless thread ends intertwined, twisting into strings, strings upon strings, strands forming a rope.

The soul that had been cut and extinguished was actually reborn, and the snapped life thread reconnected in the blink of an eye.

Cui Bu'er looked down, only to see a silk thread emerging from his heart again, connecting to the "Tianfu Tianfu Zhenfu of the Myriad Kalpas, Myriad Profound, One-Hearted Fear and Torture" in his hand.

In Zhigu City behind him, countless silk threads also connected to the sky, finally falling into Cui Bu'er's hand, twisting into a single strand.

He looked down at the rope in his hand, feeling that with a slight tug, he could move the souls of countless people in Zhigu City, and even change their fates.

Wu Ponu struck out a blood palm print with his backhand; as long as Cui Bu'er raised his hand slightly, he could catch this palm, turn those millions of people along with himself into ghost creatures, and jump into the Iron City Mountain in hell to hide.

But...

Cui Bu'er also saw countless silk threads connecting to him from the other side, from all directions; those were the demonic locusts filling the sky.

Under the abdomen and on the back of every demonic locust, a thin silk thread emerged, connecting to the "Tianfu Tianfu Zhenfu of the Myriad Kalpas, Myriad Profound, One-Hearted Fear and Torture" in his hand.

No, this was no longer the "Tianfu Tianfu Zhenfu of the Myriad Kalpas, Myriad Profound, One-Hearted Fear and Torture"!

The dense knots on it had been cut by the instrument of Heavenly Punishment condensed by the stone man, just like a flying knife named Slaughter had cut off all the tribulations in the fates of all living beings, untying the tribulation in the most violent and decisive way!

That knife, gathering the endless resentment and anger of the living beings who had transformed into demonic locusts, while piercing Cui Bu'er, also finally tied the fates of those living beings onto his life thread.

Finally, all of this gathered into a strand, intertwining into a rope.

At this moment, Cui Bu'er finally understood the Xuanzhen Sect Master's calculation—everything was for this moment!

He borrowed the hand of the stone man river demon, let the Axe of Xingtian cut the knots in the fates of all living beings, and with the simplest violence, completely cut the incredibly complex karmic entanglements that were dense, intertwined, interwoven, and knotted, thereby combing out a main thread of fate, and then borrowed the stone man's knife of Xingtian using the suffering of all living beings, letting the life threads of countless people who had transformed into demonic locusts also connect with Cui Bu'er.

At this moment, the thread of fate was re-combed, creating a moment for Cui Bu'er to decide the fate of all living beings!

The Great Sun Jin Zhong could refine millions of people into demonic locusts, turning the suffering of countless people, precipitated over countless years in the Yellow River, into the instrument of Xingtian.

Why couldn't Qian Chen?

The Bright Venerable used his own spiritual light to transform into the souls of all living beings in the world.

Qian Chen was even more human; he understood greed, resentment, suffering, malice, and anger better than the Great Sun Jin Zhong, and knew how to refine the evil greed, malice, suffering, and resentment of human souls into ancient plague locusts!

So Cui Bu'er felt a realization in the dark; as long as he pulled up the life threads of all living beings and tied them into a knot, he could turn the countless people connected on this thread into even more terrifying, resentful ancient plague locusts.

Then, lifting this thread, it could transform into an Axe of Xingtian.

Turning back and giving the stone man an axe would allow the Great Sun Jin Zhong to taste the flavor of the Xingtian of all living beings itself!

This axe was enough to cut it from the position of Si Chen!

Tying the rope of hundreds of millions of people falling, transforming into plague locusts.

Lifting the thread of all living beings as a knife, falling into your hands!

A knife of tit-for-tat, a knife of Xingtian of all living beings; this was the backhand knife the Xuanzhen Sect Master gave to that Yellow River stone man.

But, Cui Bu'er only felt the viciousness, demonic nature, and terror of this knife!

This knife prepared by the Xuanzhen Sect Master was too vicious and poisonous, vicious enough to backhand take away the Axe of Xingtian carefully crafted by the Great Sun Jin Zhong, enough to cut Si Chen, and poisonous enough to treat all living beings as ants, refining hundreds of millions of people into locusts.

With such monstrous demonic nature, and such inhumanity, how could Cui Bu'er swing this knife?

The one-eyed stone man suddenly felt a chill on the top of its head, the situation was bad.

It looked up, only to see silk threads filling the sky, connecting everyone in Zhigu City, connecting all the ancient plague locusts it had refined; the flying knife hanging in the sky was tied to the hilt by a rope.

The stone man's single eye trembled, and a sound resounded in the land of reincarnation: "Dao Chen Zhu, you are so vicious! You are indeed a human seed! What kind of righteous spirit treasure are you? Even the demonic path is not as vicious as you; you and Tai Yi are truly of the same lineage, always talking about being for the human race, but in reality, you have no scruples, and your demonic nature is monstrous!"

Above the land of reincarnation, a cold voice came: "Little dog, don't bark!"

Wu Ponu was also connected to Cui Bu'er's hand by a silk thread from his heart; because he also held a Heavenly Demon Secret Talisman, he saw Cui Bu'er's hesitation, and backhanded his own life thread, passing a message over.

"Brother Cui! Don't blame the Sect Master; we were never living people to begin with. Lending ourselves to the Sect Master as a knife, what is wrong with that? Only the Sect Master can save this realm and let all living beings be reborn."

"We have long known all of this; even if we transform into those fierce insects, I believe we will eventually wait for the day the Sect Master acts to save us!"

Wu Ponu passed the truth of the entire world over.

Cui Bu'er looked up, looking in all directions, and sure enough, everything was burning in fire.

Everything was embers, and the life thread in his hand was not for humans, but endless fierce ghosts.

He pulled the fierce ghosts as a knife, hanging above the stone man's head, in the sky.

Cui Bu'er knelt on the ground, holding everyone he knew, everyone he didn't know, constantly connecting from all directions, all the living beings of this realm, those black-as-ink, twisted-into-strands ink lines, and wept bitterly.

Tears and snot stuck to his beard, crying like a child.

"I've issued death warrants my whole life, never thought I was in hell myself!"

Cui Bu'er wailed:

But he could only lift the silk threads; countless people, countless fierce ghosts were all pulled up and transformed into an Axe of Xingtian, falling into his hands.

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On the Embroidered Uniform Guard Bridge, Liang Sulan, with her own path of drama, sang that play of Great Yu controlling the floods.

The mask transformed by the "Tianfu Tianfu Zhenfu of the Myriad Faces and Myriad Changes" on her face stuck tighter and tighter, as if countless tentacles and flesh whiskers had taken root on Liang Sulan's face.

The heavy secret history and the Great Yu divinity pressed on the Dao path that was only at the fifth realm, little by little wearing away Liang Sulan's true self.

The elderly deacon of the Xuanzhen Sect watched all this happen blankly, but was powerless to change it.

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On the Jin Tang Bridge, in the direction of the Bohai Bay, a hundred-zhang giant wave came like a mountain destroying a city.

A King of Evil Gods, whose body was actually a head taller than the waves, stood behind them.

That evil god, which looked like a mother tree of flesh and blood, emitting indescribable chaos and fear, just with one glance, defeated most of the people on the Jin Tang Bridge.

Yuwen Heita just took one look, and countless tentacles grew from his flesh; he backhanded and shattered his own eyes, only barely able to pinch the Bing-character True Mantra to protect a bit of his sanity.

Fan Xiruo raised the Glazed Treasure Bottle, huddled inside and muttered: "Wuyou Wuyou Naihe is this possible? Wuyou Wuyou Naihe is this possible? Lord of Reincarnation, what kind of mission is this? Just relying on us, how could we possibly be enemies with such a thing?"

The old Daoist Tongshen had a calm expression, turned his head to look at the Fairy Bei, who was waving the Jade Dragon Pot and had completely fallen into the wisdom of the dark cuisine passed down by Qian Chen.

"Mother of all flesh and blood!"

Fairy Bei's eyes flowed with pus and blood, looked at the Mother God of Flesh and Blood, and whispered: "Fairy meat—is that the recipe for cooking it?"

"So dark, so terrifying!"

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Qian Chen placed a piece on the chessboard, and all of them were black!

He stood before the altar of the Luo Temple, facing the Yu Sansheng of Creation, letting go of the restraints and letting the demonic nature in his heart flow wantonly.

Throughout heaven and earth, endless darkness and distortion churned; the entire world, this era, kept sinking toward the true realm, toward the deeper depths of destruction.

"Mere Five-God Xingtian, I only need to move my world-shocking wisdom to crush them all, and even backhand take your knives to kill you!"

"As long as I ask the demonic path, there is nothing in this world that can stump me!"

"After all, the demonic nature flowing from me leads to the Supreme..."

Qian Chen's voice was low, as if questioning the Yu Sansheng before him.

Looking at the clay and wooden statues, he smiled: "But I am still willing to believe..."

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"The infinite power of all living beings!"

? The notebook keyboard is too hard to use, wrote from six o'clock until now.

? Originally planned to split ten thousand words into two chapters, but couldn't reach the climax, so!

? (End of chapter)