Chapter 912: Execution of the Conferred God
——Can I die?
Feimian did not die. Even though his body was shattered by Zheng Zha's punch, and even turned into nothingness by the earth, fire, water and wind that surged out of the void, he still did not die.
If the flesh is an indispensable existence for cultivators below the Jindan stage, if it is lost, they will die on the spot in a short time; and for cultivators at the Jindan stage and above, the loss of the flesh will only make them enter a period of weakness, at most making the future road more difficult; then for cultivators at the immortal level, the flesh is just a shell that they use energy to transform, and the loss will at most affect some combat effectiveness...
But there is a problem. That is, the destruction of the immortal body means that the enemy does have the ability to hurt himself or even kill himself!
When the thought of "death" emerged from Feimian's mind, what rose in an instant was an emotion that had never appeared since he became an immortal, fear.
If you don't become a saint, you will end up being an ant. This is an iron rule of the prehistoric continent, an iron rule that has been certified by countless geniuses and is almost as good as a golden rule... But Zheng Zha's fist broke through all obstacles and shattered all of Feimian's fantasies.
Now, right in front of him, at this moment, this iron rule is about to be completely broken?
"How can this be..."
Feimian wanted to subconsciously open his mouth and spit out the familiar words, but before he could finish, the soul that had lost its body seemed to have taken off the heavy shackles and suddenly reacted at this moment.
——This is how many times I have said the same words?
——Or, this is the two members of the Samsara team who I once regarded as ants, mice, experimental subjects, and observation objects. How many times have they broken through themselves in battles and deaths again and again, and finally reached the same height as myself, and even shattered my immortal body, which is enough to threaten my life?
Suddenly, it seemed as if a layer of fog dissipated in front of my eyes, making Feimian sober up. Until this moment, he realized how many chances he had given the other party, and how arrogant and ridiculous his actions seemed to outsiders.
Before he could make the next move, countless Jianmu branches emerged from the void, trying to completely block this space!
"Not good!"
After reacting, Feimian immediately wanted to retreat. He immediately tried to condense the runes again, wanting to tear open the space and leave this plane to make long-term plans. But the loss of his body made his strength slightly reduced. The Jianmu branches that he could have easily dealt with were like sticky candies that could not be chewed or broken. Even if they were destroyed for a moment, they would surge out again in the next moment. They could not be completely destroyed...
While dealing with the Jianmu branches in the void, Feimian nervously calculated the spatial coordinates while his mind could not help but think of other things, about why he had fallen to this point...
Feimian had heard of the "great catastrophe". It was said that in that battle of conferred gods, many immortals like himself were blinded by the catastrophe and confused by cause and effect, and eventually threw themselves into the battlefield and lost their lives in vain, or a little of their true spirits went to the stage of conferred gods, or their souls flew away and could not be reborn forever... And this moment, it was just like that moment!
It happened in a flash. The next moment, the three-foot-six-inch-and-a-half-inch wooden whip appeared again from the void and whipped Feimian's back!
In the soul state, the power of the divine whip was even more amazing, causing Feimian's entire soul to tremble, and it was obvious that he had suffered great damage. But this was not the most critical point. The problem was that under this whip, the runes he had prepared in his hand and the half-calculated spatial coordinates were completely interrupted, and he had to start all over again!
- Oops, this time...
Feimian shook his dizzy head, thinking of the ominous astrology he saw before leaving, and his own will, and his actions of going all out at all costs to get to this point today, "greed makes one blinded" suddenly emerged in his mind. This is not only the most perfect interpretation of Feimian's previous behavior, but also seems to foreshadow his ending...
- Could it be that my destiny has come...
While distracted, Feimian's soul body was whipped on the back of his head again, causing him to lose consciousness for a moment, and it was this moment that made him miss the opportunity to escape again, and had to watch the branches of Jianmu completely block the void!
"No, I will never die here... Never!"
Seeing that the space was about to be completely blocked, and Zheng Zha, who had thrown a shocking punch on the other side, stood up again with his flesh cracked and bleeding, but his momentum had slowly recovered. Feimian realized that it would be too late if he didn't leave now, so the immortal gritted his teeth and shouted: "You, can't keep me!"
"Leave there, Zheng Zha!"
Accompanied by Yang Yun's hurried roar, the next moment, Feimian's soul body collapsed in, violently absorbing the surrounding energy, and as the surrounding energy reaction rapidly increased, then--
"Boom!"
In the void, a brilliant firework exploded, clearing all of Yang Yun's Jianmu branches and blasting a way to escape in the void, a bit of true spirit escaped from Feimian's soul!
When an immortal abandons his face, self-esteem, body, and even his soul, leaving only a bit of his true spirit to escape, it is difficult to stop him unless there is a celestial cultivator who is one level above him, or an immortal who masters advanced techniques related to the true spirit.
——But, just when Fei Mian was about to escape, he suddenly heard a voice.
"The leader of the third regiment of the Prehistoric Heavenly Plane Exploration Department, a non-faced immortal."
Faced with the voice that accurately called out the number of his team, even if he didn't have a chance to escape from the real spirit, he would still be surprised. Because logically speaking, one's own origin is an absolute secret, and others have no way of knowing it...
Could it be said that it is the support from heaven?
Although he knew that this was impossible, and that if anyone came from the ancient heaven, he would definitely be an enemy rather than a friend, but that voice seemed to have magic power, and Fei Mian couldn't help but divert his attention for a moment.
——Then, Fei Mian saw a man with glasses and an expressionless face, holding newspaper fragments in his hands.
The moment he saw the fragments of the newspaper in the man's hand, Fei Mian felt a surge of ultimate terror, which completely enveloped his whole soul. The immortal from the ancient heaven was just dumbfounded. He stared blankly at the bespectacled man, holding up the fragments of newspaper in his hand, and then said——
"The Immortal has no face. If he doesn't return to his throne, when will he wait?"
"No, that's impossible, that's...that's!"
In an instant, a strong suction force came, like a tornado, like a whirlpool, like a black hole. Fei Mian only had time to say this sentence, and his true spirit was completely captured and inhaled from the level of cause and effect. No matter how he escaped, he could not escape the shackles of the God List...
And Chu Xuan, who did all this, seemed to have done something ordinary and trivial. He just stood in the void, calmly pushed up his glasses, and then turned around without stopping, staring blankly at this person. Yang Yun and Zheng Zha beside them said -
"From now on, the Conferment of Gods will be executed..."
"It's over." (End of this chapter)