Chapter 197: The Arrow of Marquis Zheng

Wei Yuan raised his spear to the heavens. At this very moment, all living beings living in the realm and calling it home felt as if something had been drawn out of their bodies, all gathering at the tip of Wei Yuan's spear.

A dim light lit up on the spear tip, flickering unsteadily.

In heaven and on earth, everyone suddenly felt as if they had reached the twilight of their years, sitting and watching the setting sun; everything was heading toward withering and would eventually return to silence.

Immortals are not eternal either; there will eventually be a day when they scatter and return to heaven and earth.

Wei Yuan seemed to have realized something, his long spear pointing straight at the immortal thunder!

The area around the lingering immortal thunder suddenly fell into twilight; that piece of sky was dim, and decay was about to arrive. The immortal thunder lost its spirituality, lost its vitality, like an old man on the verge of death, finally reaching his end and falling into the grave.

The immortal thunder struggled to shine one last time, then inhaled countless dim yellow light spots, turning into a silver crystal ball that fell, landing in Wei Yuan's hand.

Wei Yuan didn't have time to look closely, put away the crystal ball, and re-experienced the spear strike just now.

'Twilight of the Immortal Path' gathers the power of all living beings in the realm, gathering sand into a tower, condensing it in one place, and can instantly cause the enemy to decay and age. Even an immortal would find it hard to escape a spear strike, and their lifespan would be reduced.

This wonder strikes from below to above, gathering the power of mortal life to strike against the upper immortal, which is truly unimaginable, already reaching the point of seizing the creation of heaven and earth.

It is too profound, and Wei Yuan cannot understand even one ten-thousandth of its mystery at this moment; he only vaguely feels that it seems to be related to time, but he does not know whether it is pushing the enemy's own time to pass or directly consuming their lifespan.

It is just a pity that the first spear strike after this realization was not aimed at the Shaman people, but used on the immortal thunder hanging above his head.

The immortal thunder hung without falling, and Wei Yuan naturally knew what it meant. In history books, this is called 'hanging a sword on the beam', constantly reminding the subject of the emperor's power; a little carelessness and the head will fall.

Wei Yuan suddenly thought, if the immortals in the heavens knew that their supreme immortal thunder was extinguished by the vitality contributed by countless mortal creatures, each contributing a little bit, I wonder what they would think.

It turns out that thousands of ants can also attack an elephant. Mortals becoming a sea can make immortals fall.

Wei Yuan knocked down the immortal thunder with one spear strike, and everyone in the heavens immediately exploded. Some were confused, some were shocked, and some were furious.

Since ancient times, the human race has been able to stand in the world by relying on immortals.

Immortals are high above, merging with heaven and earth, merging with the Great Dao; it can be said that every move they make, their joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, are all part of the Heavenly Dao. Even if an immortal just wants to vent their anger, there must be a reason, either because the cause and effect were formed long ago, or it is the beginning of the next cause and effect.

The so-called thunder, rain, and dew are all immortal grace.

Countless cultivators work diligently all their lives, just for that last step. It can be said that achieving 'Return to Oneness' and stepping into the immortal gate is their faith, the pillar supporting their bitter cultivation for hundreds or thousands of years.

Immortals cannot be wrong, just as the Great Dao cannot be wrong.

Immortals will have differences, but that is a dispute of the Great Dao, not involving the mundane. In other words, if you haven't entered the immortal gate, you are not qualified to discuss the shortcomings of immortals.

Like Behind Bao Yun, she could only use her Dao foundation body to take the immortal thunder head-on, and in the end, her Dao foundation was damaged and one arm was annihilated. In the eyes of everyone, this is the punishment that should be received for defying an immortal. With Baoshu's arrogance, what he said was that the Bao family was wrong. Although he explicitly stated he would not change, he actually admitted he was wrong.

The Bao family also has an Immortal Lord and does not fear Xu Wangu, but this is a fundamental order problem. Today Behind Bao Yun can criticize Xu Wangu, and tomorrow others can criticize the Bao family's immortal ancestor. So this is not a private grudge of one family or one surname, but the fundamental order of the entire immortal cultivation system and the human dynasty.

The former sages said, this is 'propriety'.

In the late years of the Great Li, Marquis Zheng openly shot an arrow at the Son of Heaven in front of the formation, and the whole world was shocked. From then on, propriety collapsed and music was ruined, and the Son of Heaven could also be attacked, no different from the feudal lords.

Wei Yuan used his mortal body to extinguish the immortal thunder with one spear strike, stabbing at the order of the world and the faith of ten thousand years.

Wei Yuan stood with his spear at this time, motionless for a long time; the demeanor of this spear strike was imprinted in the depths of countless people's hearts from this moment on.

A group of Shaman warriors gathered sneakily, but were glared at by Wei Yuan and immediately shrank back in fear. So, under the gaze of countless Shaman tribe members around, Wei Yuan calmly retracted his spear; actually, every time he moved, his whole body was in piercing pain. The incomplete version of 'Twilight of the Immortal Path' could also annihilate immortal thunder, which was fundamentally not something a Dao foundation cultivator could use. With Wei Yuan's powerful Dharma body, it was difficult to bear the power gathered by countless living beings in the realm; there were only a few mortals in the realm, and there were countless flowers, birds, fish, and insects, as well as many spiritual objects and spiritual plants!

Wei Yuan struck with one spear, and countless hidden wounds appeared all over his body instantly. If it weren't for this Dharma body piled up with 20 million immortal silver, anyone else would have collapsed on the spot! So Wei Yuan stood in that posture for so long, not because he had other thoughts, but because he couldn't move.

At this time, Wei Yuan secretly gathered the Wood-Jianmu Sheng Xuan on himself, and the vitality in his body surged wildly, rapidly repairing countless wounds, finally barely able to move, and immediately fought with the Shaman tribe again.

These Shaman tribe members truly lived up to the name of the world's elite; casualties had reached nearly 70%, but they were still fighting to the death without retreating. The soldiers were originally a bit timid, but once they started fighting, they forgot about life and death.

The Wood-Jianmu Sheng Xuan rolled in Wei Yuan's body; every moment he would add countless new wounds, and many wounds would heal. In this way, the wounds on his body gradually became serious between healing and adding, and more and more Shaman tribe members fell at his feet.

The aura of countless dead gathered on Wei Yuan unknowingly and dissipated into the Yushan. The green buds on the top of the Yushan grew slowly, and slowly another leaf was drawn out, but this leaf was dark black, looking ominous.

I don't know how long they fought, but Wei Yuan suddenly felt his feet go soft and almost knelt on the ground; fortunately, he used his long spear to support the ground, so he didn't really fall.

A Shaman tribe member wrapped in a long robe appeared in front of Wei Yuan, holding a military flag. It looked at Wei Yuan, and its mouth made a sound with an unclear meaning. This was the current commander of the Shaman tribe unit, and the seventh of the ten captains to take over the command.

Wei Yuan had been looking for it, but gradually became powerless and couldn't kill through the heavy enemy army. This Shaman scholar was also cunning, always under the strict protection of the soldiers.

Its command was precise and experienced, and its Shaman arts were continuous, not attacking Wei Yuan directly, but focusing on containment, harassment, and restricting movement, making Wei Yuan extremely uncomfortable.

At this time, Wei Yuan was already standing unsteadily, and it just appeared in front of Wei Yuan.

!.

Although Wei Yuan couldn't understand what it was saying, he could roughly know the meaning and sneered: "Even if I am exhausted, I am not something you little demons can bully!"

The Shaman scholar looked at the long spear pointing at him and made a hissing mockery. The spear couldn't even be held steady, what else could he do?

The long spear suddenly had a weak Dao power fluctuation, and then with a loud bang, dust filled the air, and the spear tip had completely plunged into the Shaman scholar's chest! Wei Yuan pointed again, and with another bang, the spear head exploded, turning into eight neat pieces, instantly crushing everything in the Shaman scholar's chest!

The Shaman scholar was terrified, not knowing how he was injured at all. He looked down at the big hole in his chest, trying to stuff back the blood and internal organ fragments that kept flowing out. But the internal organ fragments flowed out more and more, and he finally knelt on his knees, tilted his head, and never moved again.

Wei Yuan laughed loudly, but his voice went hoarse halfway through, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The long spear had already been used, but the battle was not over yet. Wei Yuan rummaged through his Dao foundation, intending to find another weapon. He saw the 'Laurel Immortal Branch' at a glance, so he reached out to pull it. The immortal branch suddenly circled to the other side of the Yushan and wouldn't let him pull it.

Wei Yuan was startled, suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, and looked up abruptly, only to see that the sky had turned red at some point! The red was so rich that drops of fresh blood were dripping down!

Blood curse again!?

This blood curse was completely different from all the ones Wei Yuan had encountered before; the blood Qi contained endless killing intent, and every drop that fell made Wei Yuan's heart tremble subconsciously.

Such a blood curse, only a few drops would be enough to severely damage the Azure Void and turn half the realm into a dead land.

Wei Yuan was shocked and angry, and also a little confused. Why didn't the Shaman tribe use such means earlier? They didn't even need to make such a big fanfare; they only needed half, no, one-third of the power, and they could definitely wipe out the Azure Void. Using it now, wasn't it using a sledgehammer to crack a nut?

The blood rain was very urgent, and in an instant it was a storm!

But not a single drop fell on the ground; instead, they all drifted toward a cloud of Qi in the sky!

Seven or eight Dharma Forms appeared in the cloud of Qi instantly, each with its own wonders. But in the blood rain, these Dharma Forms had almost no resistance; every time a raindrop fell, there was a hole in the Dharma Form!

At this moment, Wei Yuan suddenly understood that this was the Shaman tribe's true backup plan! Their target was not himself, not General Yue Jinshan in the north, but these True Persons watching the battle in the sky!

The blood rain came quickly and disappeared quickly, its power was destructive, and in the blink of an eye, it cleared the cloud of Qi; only a half-scorched giant tree escaped and disappeared at the end of the horizon in the blink of an eye.

In just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, seven True Persons fell!

In the north, a Shaman scholar in the Shaman tribe's rear army stood up. His body under the long robe was extremely tall and thin, over two zhang tall, and as his figure stretched, his momentum also soared to the sky!

He laughed loudly and said: "The Lord has succeeded! Since those tens of thousands of Western Jin people won't come over, we will go over and see how much quality General Yue Jinshan, who even the Northern Liao savages find a headache, really has!"

The Shaman tribe's rear army no longer had any cover, and 100,000 troops rolled toward the Western Jin army.

A Shaman scholar asked: "Not caring about the realm side anymore?"

"That side is just some small fish and shrimp, don't worry about it, eat General Yue Jinshan first. The human race is cunning, don't let them run away by mistake!"

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