Chapter 342: Human Emperor Cauldron, Sea of ​​Infinite Merit, the Battle Ends

Nineteen dragon-slaying styles.

Twelve styles kill celestial beings, saints, and true lords; eighteen styles can kill bodhisattvas and saints; nineteen styles are not afraid of the founders of the three religions, the great demon on the throne, and the great underworld god.

And now, Lu Mingyuan is slashing out the nineteenth style.

The founders of the three religions also have to retreat.

The void is sending out violent holy energy fluctuations, forming circles of ripples like water, shaking the whole world.

Qi Xingyan stared at the dragon-slaying platform that suddenly rose in the distance.

He also saw a young man in golden clothes, wearing two swords on his waist, with a handsome face and incomparable spirit, walking in the air in the holy mist.

The martial saint who has not appeared for hundreds of years has taken action at this moment, bursting out with overwhelming power.

Even when facing the evil god, he is not afraid.

"Your Majesty's growth to this point is a blessing for the people of the world."

Qi Xingyan smiled with relief, but he sat cross-legged in the void, his hands flat in the air, and his boundless righteousness condensed into a long zither.

"The emperor of a country is not afraid of life and death, not afraid of the power of the gods, with a human body, he is on par with the gods. Ask the kings of the world, who can do this."

Qi Xingyan stroked the strings of the zither.

In a moment, the ice and snow seemed to melt in the void, and it seemed that rivers were flowing.

The sound was warm and loose, but it seemed to carry a trace of atmosphere, and it seemed to condense a star palace.

In the star palace, there were flowing water and springs, and there were literati drinking and having fun.

Among the clear springs and flowing water, there were huge ravines welcoming autumn, and the cold river reflected the moon.

All the strange phenomena turned into magical powers and spread to the most distant mountains.

Boom!

In an instant, the wind and clouds between heaven and earth were surging.

The sound of the zither filled the void.

The sound of the zither pierced the rocks in front of him.

The huge rocks immediately turned into fragments, and then turned into smoke and dust.

The smoke and dust filled the void, but it carried the fragrance of ink and brush, illuminating the far void.

The Emperor Changming's hair was blown up by the gust of wind in front of him.

Another Confucian saint covered the heaven and earth.

Lu Mingyuan on the cloud held the magic sword Zhuxie in his hand and looked intently.

He found the exit of Qi Xingyan's ascension place not far away to help him.

Lu Mingyuan's confidence increased and he shouted:

"Behead!"

A ray of light shone in the sky.

The light broke through the clouds, and in the light was the reflection of a dragon-slaying platform.

Thousands of miles away, countless strong men looked down at Lu Mingyuan.

Then they seemed to feel the martial saint's blood rushing from Lu Mingyuan's body, as strong as fire and as thick as magma.

A layer of magic light surged out of the Changming Emperor's body, and then all the injuries caused by the battle with Yuqing Patriarch disappeared. He no longer looked so embarrassed, and regained the elegant temperament of a top powerhouse.

Magical power, blood, sword sounds, and piano sounds spread and pressed towards the Changming Emperor.

Mysterious vitality spread across the sky.

The majestic blood was almost earth-shaking.

The Changming Emperor was not panicked at all. He stretched out a palm and pressed it towards Lu Mingyuan's position. There were black silk threads appearing, interweaving into a demon god's hand, covering it downward.

Clang!

In an instant, the sword light slashed the demonic energy, and the vortex of the demonic cloud in the sky gave birth to a series of sword marks.

The demonic energy began to collapse, collapse, and shatter!

In each sword and style, it seemed to contain thousands of changes, and it seemed to carry the splendor of the Eastern Sun and the majesty of thunder, and finally turned into a little cold light.

The palm print that covered the sky was directly slashed by Lu Mingyuan.

After just one encounter, the Changming Emperor was cut back seven or eight miles by the sword light!

His robes were torn by the sword energy and wind, but the shadow of the Dragon Slashing Platform seemed to lock onto him, like a gate knife, and would not stop until his head was chopped off.

Even Qi Xingyan's heart trembled slightly. He vaguely sensed that countless eyes were looking at him from the clouds in the sky!

When the Changming Emperor retreated, Lu Mingyuan seized the opportunity and approached closely, intending to inject the Blood-Green Night Pearl into the body of the Changming Emperor.

However, the next moment.

The Changming Emperor took out the nine-inch-high Evil Eye Tower of Babel and held it in the palm of his right hand.

The grade of this Evil Eye Tower of Babel is probably at the level of the original magic weapon, and it looks small and exquisite, and extremely delicate.

The origin magic weapon is two grades higher than the innate magic weapon. Even the innate immortal weapon is far inferior. It can be compared with the supreme immortal weapon. It is the top magic weapon that a generation of immortal gods spends a lifetime to refine. It is far from being comparable to ordinary ancient treasures.

As the inscriptions continue to emerge, the power fluctuations bursting out of the evil eye tower are becoming more and more powerful.

"Boom."

The black halo contains a trace of supreme divine power, which blasted Lu Mingyuan away. The acupoints with a thousand feet of light have scarlet holy blood flowing out. It is obvious that he has suffered a serious injury.

The moment the divine power burst out, with the evil eye tower as the center, in an instant, all the creatures that were still fleeing within a thousand miles exploded into a ball of blood mist.

And a wisp of green light turned into a breeze, supporting Lu Mingyuan's body.

"Puff."

Lu Mingyuan stopped at the top of a mountain, spit out a mouthful of blood, his whole body softened, and half-knelt on the ground.

It's not that the 19th move is not strong enough, but after the strike, the remaining sword force is not enough to resist the next strike. Compared with the Demon Emperor of the old era, Lu Mingyuan's cultivation is too far behind that of the Demon Emperor, so naturally he couldn't block the Evil Eye Tower.

The Changming Emperor raised the Demon Tower, and another magic light flowed and shot out.

"One Qi becomes the Three Pure Ones."

Yuqing Patriarch stood in the northeast of Lu Mingyuan's sky, raised his hands, and then, behind him, three huge divine shadows tens of thousands of feet high condensed.

It was like three gods coming out of the world, extremely majestic and full of sacred charm.

This is the strongest magical power of Taoism, as if three of him appeared, and the strength of each divine shadow is as strong as his original body.

The three divine shadows each formed a hand seal and bombarded the Changming Emperor.

Blocked the attack for Lu Mingyuan.

Bai Ze rode the wind, as if he was carried by the breeze, and soon came to Lu Mingyuan's side.

Obviously, the green light just now was him.

"This night-shining pearl seems to be of great use?"

Bai Ze stared at the green blood night-shining pearl in Lu Mingyuan's palm and asked with a smile.

"This thing originally belonged to the Changming Emperor, and it does not belong to this era, so it can restrain the power of the evil god."

Lu Mingyuan explained.

"So that's how it is. If that's the case, then it's easy."

Bai Ze nodded, then looked at Lu Mingyuan and said with a smile:

"Have you thought about my proposal?"

"I have thought about it. I plan to destroy the Ascension Platform." Lu Mingyuan said with a firm look.

Since the appearance of the Ascension Platform will allow the gods to return to the world, why don't he just destroy the last Ascension Platform?

Bai Ze looked a little surprised and laughed:

"How many people get the Ascension Platform, just wanting to become an immortal one day, ascending to heaven, all for their own interests. If you really have such courage, it is really rare. It is considered to be choosing an impossible path among many roads."

Lu Mingyuan said lightly: "This world does not need any gods at all. Everything depends on the human race itself."

"As a divine weapon, it is not easy to destroy the Ascension Platform. Although you have broken through the Martial Saint, you still can't destroy it after all." Bai Ze smiled.

"That's for later. The most urgent thing now is to completely wipe out this evil god."

As Lu Mingyuan spoke, he took out a magic weapon.

A bronze tripod.

When Bai Ze saw this thing, he looked a little surprised, and there was also a hint of complexity.

It seemed that he had seen this thing before in the long river of time.

Lu Mingyuan stroked the body of the tripod with his palm and could feel the powerful power fluctuations coming from the tripod. It was worthy of being a divine artifact of destiny, the Human Emperor Tripod.

He cut a bloody scar on his wrist, and the holy blood in his body flowed into the Human Emperor Tripod continuously.

The Human Emperor Tripod was the first divine dynasty of the human race in the Middle Ages. When the Changming Immortal Dynasty was established, the magic weapon bestowed by the Heavenly Dao was a national artifact.

It was used to worship the heroic spirits of ancestors and the heaven and earth, and carried the national destiny of the empire.

The appearance was green and covered with a layer of copper rust, but the ancient inscriptions on it were still recorded clearly.

At the same time, Lu Mingyuan pressed his palms on the body of the tripod, mobilizing the little remaining holy energy in his body that was drained by the 19th move, and continuously injected it into the tripod, and said loudly to the sky: "The way of heaven is constant, but human life is impermanent. Today, the Great Yan Dynasty, Lu Mingyuan, borrows the power of the sages of the human race to suppress the three-foot god above his head!"

"Wow--"

On the Human Emperor Tripod, golden ancient characters flashed, and the golden light spread to the top of Feisheng Mountain, piercing the Changming Emperor so that he couldn't open his eyes.

The Human Emperor Tripod flew off the ground and hovered in the air a hundred feet high.

The next moment, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on the battlefield became boiling.

Strands of blood rushed from the bottom of the mud to the air, turning into a crimson blood cloud that enveloped the Human Emperor Tripod.

Between heaven and earth, mournful music sounded, as if billions of dead souls were crying.

It seemed that the human ancestors who had died here really responded and sacrificed their power to the Human Emperor Tripod.

"Look! What is that!"

"Why does the tripod in Lu Mingyuan's hand make us feel familiar?"

"This might, could it be the long-lost Human Emperor Tripod in the Middle Ages!"

On the ground, all the human cultivators showed great joy, and some of the older cultivators shot out beams of spiritual energy and injected them into the huge Human Emperor Tripod in the void.

Many cultivators followed suit.

Put the power in their bodies into the tripod.

Emperor Changming was fighting with Patriarch Yuqing, and when he realized something was wrong, he quickly shot out the magic tower, mobilized the magic energy in his body, and madly punched it in.

A mighty supreme power erupted again.

The shadow of the demon god's Dharma image was lingering in the air, fierce and domineering!

The five fingers were slender, the bone spurs were ferocious, and the breath rushed straight to the sky and the earth.

The evil eye tower, as huge as a mountain, rotated rapidly and bombarded the Human Emperor Tripod.

At the same time, the Human Emperor Cauldron also shook violently, pressed down, and released a five-colored divine light of merit. The merit power that belonged to the Heavenly Dao collided with the Evil Eye Tower of Babel, and actually suppressed the power of the demon god, hitting the Evil Eye Tower of Babel back.

Emperor Changming looked at the Evil Eye Tower of Babel flying back, showing an unbelievable look, standing stiffly in the same place, unable to move his body.

The Human Emperor Cauldron and the Evil Eye Tower of Babel hit Emperor Changming at the same time, directly hitting him into the ground.

Dense cracks appeared on the ground, and a large area of ​​mountains and ancient city ruins collapsed.

At this moment, the whole world became extremely quiet, and countless eyes stared at the piece of heaven and earth that was smashed by the Human Emperor Cauldron and the Evil Eye Tower of Babel.

Lu Mingyuan gritted his teeth and tried hard to hold on, suppressing his injuries and weakness, and making himself stand straight.

At this time, the Green Blood Night Pearl was hit out.

It hit the ground, directly at the chest of the Changming Emperor.

"You can't do this."

"I can give you power comparable to that of a god. How about we make a deal?"

"What's the point of killing me? Everything is just the difference between coming sooner or later."

The remaining demonic energy and demonic sound in his ears have been lingering on Lu Mingyuan's heartstrings.

But he was not affected by it after all.

Hit the Blood-Green Night Pearl into the body of the Changming Emperor.

"Bang!"

The moment the pearl was hit into the chest, a terrible air wave blew Lu Mingyuan away.

"Ah!"

A miserable ghost cry came out of the mouth of the Changming Emperor, and his black pupils began to change color.

The demonic energy dispersed and gathered again, over and over again, and it was very unstable.

The aura of the Changming Emperor suddenly became decadent, no longer as majestic as before.

Bai Ze and Yuqing Patriarch gathered in the sky, staring at the Changming Emperor below.

In a flash.

A demonic energy rose up into the sky, overflowing from the eyes, mouth, nose and ears of the Changming Emperor, turning into a giant shadow that was neither human nor ghost.

This giant shadow should be a man.

"Kun, suppress."

Without saying a word, the Jade Purity Patriarch made a seal with his left hand, sending out a stream of yin and yang energy, drawing a prison on the ground, and trapping the giant shadow in a piece of heaven and earth.

The unmanned evil eye tower fell from the sky. In the middle, thousands of evil eyes blinked, and seeing that their master was trapped, they did not linger at all, and quickly turned into a black shadow and disappeared into the sky.

Lu Mingyuan helped the Changming Emperor up, took out a healing pill, and wanted to put it into the other's mouth, but was stopped by a big hand.

It turned out to be the Changming Emperor who had regained consciousness, but his pupils had dimmed, and there was not much time left.

"My fate is useless."

"Sure enough, I still need the blood of the Emperor of Heaven to truly control the Human Emperor Cauldron. My body is still not as good as it was in the past."

Even though he was going to die soon, Emperor Changming was not afraid, and there was still a faint smile on his lips.

In response, Lu Mingyuan was a little silent.

"Everything in the past ten thousand years, I wanted to deal with it myself, but I didn't expect that in the end, this person was you."

After saying this, Emperor Changming slowly closed his eyes and his voice became smaller and smaller.

"Protect the human race."

After Emperor Changming lost all his breath.

A sense of guilt rose in Lu Mingyuan's heart and he sighed deeply.

In fact, his heart was a little complicated.

At the beginning, Emperor Changming actually didn't take him seriously at all.

He even wanted to use him as a container for resurrection, but it was difficult to do it. Later, he broke into the bronze coffin hall, and the other party made a big move.

Now, one of the reasons why he wanted to replace himself was undoubtedly that he wanted to turn the tide himself.

This leader of the human race ten thousand years ago.

He has enough courage and strength, but he is not a person of this era after all. He can only follow the end of the era and fall into the yellow earth.

Yun Qinghe came to his side at some point and said slowly: "His Changming Emperor Order is a symbol of immortality. As long as the wind between heaven and earth is still flowing, perhaps, after 100,000 years, he can be resurrected?"

"Take his body back and bury him with the ceremony of the emperor."

Lu Mingyuan stood up and looked at the imprisoned shadow of the Demon Emperor in the sky. He stared at Master Yuqing and Bai Ze and said: "Two seniors, I want to know the truth."

"Regarding the gods of the old heaven, the sub-sage, the Buddha, and the Grandmaster Taiqing, where have they all gone?"