Chapter 739 The Charm of That Sword (Two Consecutive Updates, Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket)

Blue, red, yellow, white, black, green, purple, red, and blue, nine colors soared into the sky, went straight into the azure sky, and explored the depths of the earth. They were extremely beautiful and true, like misty rain and changing clouds, exuding a sense of vastness and loftiness.

A majestic and sacred breath came from the nine heavens along the nine-color channel. Before it got close, Meng Qi trembled physically and mentally. He wanted to worship vaguely, but he couldn't resist.

The power of the gods and the wonder of incense!

Chaos, darkness, Meng Qi's immortal primordial image seemed to condense into a point, and then revealed in his consciousness, sitting between his eyebrows, resisting the oppression of the incense and the power of the gods.

Meng Qi quickly regained consciousness, and the coldness in his heart was immediately replaced by heat. His fighting spirit burned fiercely, and his eyes were full of desperate colors.

What if the gods came? It's better to die standing without a complete corpse than to kneel and linger!

People die and birds fly to the sky. If they don't die for thousands of years, what's there to be afraid of!

His body swelled, standing upright, his breath disturbed the world, the muscles on his back squirmed, and suddenly two arms grew out, all four hands were swords in the left hand and knives in the right hand, the knife was heavy, the sword light was shining, they were in pairs, cutting down at the same time, two of them even stimulated the power of the best treasure weapons, the terrifying feeling contained in it suppressed the nearby Blood Sea Cult priests to stop breathing, and they dared not to stop him.

Until this time, Meng Qi did not regret wasting time to get rid of the assassin who could escape into the void, so that the little foodie would have no worries. Just like Wen Jing said, if he did not perform a clone, the original body hid in the folds of Ruan Yushu's clothes, seized the opportunity to kill the assassin, and let him stir up the assassination, the little foodie had no way to fight against the hidden Taoist master. In the case of slowness, heaviness, involvement, and illusion, even if his physical body was strong, it would inevitably be delayed and slow, and it would also delay time and could not prevent the completion of the altar.

No matter what he did, the result was the same!

It is better to regret that you noticed it too late than to regret it. If you had noticed it too late, the situation would have been different!

Of course, if it was not nearly completed, how could the concealment of the altar fail?

Instead of worrying about these things, it is better to put them behind your mind and concentrate on dealing with the crisis at hand!

The swords collided, and two points of incandescence that could blind the eyes of the outside world appeared almost at the same position. The dazzling white mist instantly filled the world. The priests of the Blood Sea Cult screamed one by one, the blood around them evaporated, and blood flowed from their eyes. They did not dare to resist, and followed the air wave to the bottom of the altar.

Boom!

After the white mist, the sound broke out, deafening them and dizzy, almost falling to the ground, and the storm that could tear and destroy everything rushed to the Nine-Colored Divine Road, the road to heaven!

At this moment, a fist appeared at the top of the nine-colored mist, surrounded by a sacred golden light and exuding a strong breath of willpower, performing scenes of offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, layer upon layer, like nine days of pressure, hitting the "Burial Star River".

The Benevolent and Holy Emperor has arrived!

If there were no descendants who ruled the world to offer sacrifices, even if his body was immortal, he would have long since perished, how could he be reborn from the incense and willpower?

For other gods, each has its own source of willpower, and the change of dynasties does not affect their survival, but for the Benevolent and Holy Emperor, it is a matter of life and death. Once he finds an opportunity, he will not hesitate to dream and try to come. Now that victory is in sight, how can he not go all out?

Bang!

The raging storm of destruction was dispersed, the dazzling white disappeared, and the entire altar burst into golden light, as if the sun was shining. Meng Qi only felt the weight of two knives and two swords, and the terrifying power rushed over, making him unable to stabilize his body and fly backwards. His ribs seemed to be broken and his breathing seemed to be paused.

It's not the power of the Dharma body!

At most half a step!

Is it a temporary construction of the channel, which cannot withstand too strong power for a while, and needs to descend slowly?

Meng Qi, who was hit like a ball, was not depressed and desperate, but was surprised. In other words, there is still a chance!

He felt a little sluggish and consumed a lot of energy when he activated two top-grade treasures at the same time. He couldn't control his body for a while and was about to fall into the Nujiang River.

Suddenly, a flying rope shot over, entangled Meng Qi's body, and pulled him back to the warship. It was the red-clothed military marquis who jumped out.

"There is still a chance! Everyone, do your best!" Meng Qi looked at Ruan Yushu, Zhao Heng, Hu Zhigao and others, roared out, and boosted morale.

After catching his breath, he threw the driftwood again and tried to cross the altar.

At this time, the altar was only slightly damaged, and the nine colors of the mist still stood proudly. A golden-armored god appeared inside, with a majestic and vast aura, but as Meng Qi judged, it was not the feeling of the Dharma body, and it was still slowly increasing!

He took a step and descended on the river, hanging in the air, with his right hand raised, and his fist was about to hit the warship where Meng Qi, Ruan Yushu and others were.

Even so, if it weren't for the protection of the wish power, Shen Yunqing, who had just been affected and died, would also be excited, and kept whispering words like ancestors.

Zhu Shou, Miao Hu, Feng Jingtang and Liu Shunshui went crazy when the altar was almost completed, and tried their best, because they knew that once the gods came, they would no longer have a chance of survival. If they didn't fight now, when would they fight?

However, the encouragement of the gods' coming made the most conservative Liu Tuizhi dare to fight desperately, not to mention the others. When there was no obvious difference in strength between the two sides, they still fought hard. When the Benevolent Emperor really came, Zhu Shou and others lost their momentum and fell into a disadvantage. They had no way to withdraw to help.

Chengtian Sword became more and more impatient, and the Emperor's Sword did not give in.

Dugu Shi's sword shadows were heavy, pointing to the sky as a cage and "drawing" the ground as a prison, tightly binding Wanshi Zhenren and Qi Zhengyan in his sword power.

Suddenly, Qi Zhengyan's skin became transparent and red, and six arms grew out of his body. One hand held a dragon-patterned red-gold sword, the other held a blood clan, and the rest had red fire lotus, filthy spikes, sword of killing, and claws of destruction.

The six arms swung at the same time and smashed in front of him, destruction everywhere, killing scattered, flames burned the sky, and ice froze the void!

Dugu Shi's knife flashed, and it seemed to tremble left and right, hiding countless changes, and suddenly split this doomsday-like scene, but Qi Zhengyan had already disappeared.

Wanshi Zhenren bit his tongue, his hair was disheveled, and he fought desperately. The sound of swords and swords clashing continued, destroying the clouds and overturning the warships.

The two images of the Supreme Sword Lords in Jiang Zhiwei's eyes became clearer and clearer, all condensed by sword energy, forming a pincer attack with the one behind him.

Tao gave birth to one, one gave birth to two, two gave birth to three, and three gave birth to all things!

The sword lights were everywhere, and the best swords were urging. Suddenly, all the sword lights were restrained, and one sword was as fast as another, just like a rainbow flying in the sky. There was no me or him, no life or death, only attack and no defense. Jiang Zhiwei swung the sword as if she didn't care about her life!

The swashbucklers were afraid of the desperate ones. Wen Jing knew what she was thinking, so he subconsciously gave in and avoided the sharp edge, allowing her to find an opportunity to return to the river and fight against the benevolent emperor.

For him, he was naturally unwilling to fight to the death if he could sit back and reap the fruits of his labor!

The benevolent emperor was a Dharmakaya spirit, and now he had only half of his power. There was no possibility for them to survive. At that time, he would seize the opportunity and make up a blow before they died, and he would be able to reap good deeds!

The spirit was in the air, and the water of the Nujiang River suddenly stagnated, and there was no more roaring. Everything seemed to become still.

The benevolent emperor looked down at Meng Qi and others who tried to draw their swords with indifferent eyes. He clenched his right fist and struck down, and tiny black cracks appeared on the edge of his fist, which was terrible.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the void not far from his side. It was Qi Zhengyan who was still expressionless!

His eyes were vertical, dark and deep, and it seemed that one could never see the bottom. The mind of the Benevolent Saint Emperor buzzed for a moment, and his punch slowed down for a moment.

Seizing the opportunity, Ruan Yushu urged the Seven Fairy Harp, his clothes fluttered, and his hands were stroking.

Dang!

An ancient bell appeared, ringing a sound that shook the three realms, and the Benevolent Saint Emperor was stagnant.

Qi Zhengyan swung his six arms, and a transparent and crystal sword light was mixed in front of him. It bounced out, as agile as a dragon, and wrapped around the Benevolent Saint Emperor before he recovered, freezing layer after layer of ice walls around him, and even the light points of the wish seemed to solidify.

The Supreme Sword Master in Jiang Zhiwei's eyes burned fiercely. She stepped on the driftwood and flew up. The White Rainbow Piercing Sun Sword was unsealed, and the light was like a long rainbow. It was so pure and fast that it slowed down the surroundings, making the nearby strong men seem to be trapped in the cage of time, and the thinking of the Benevolent Emperor slowed down.

This sword is more like the 23rd Sword, lacking the feeling of selflessness, almost burning the soul, and the world seemed to be slow!

Zhao Heng also urged his own Fish Dragon Sword, stabbed it straight up, and performed the last sword of the Eight Swords of the World.

The sword light bounced up and rushed into the sky. It exploded at the highest point and turned into a rain of swords falling from the sky. Each sword light was like an imperial edict, connected layer by layer, changing the laws of heaven and earth, turning yin into yang, turning soft into hard, and turning the sea of ​​​​vitality into heavy shackles, letting it shrink together with the gathering sword light to bind the Benevolent Emperor.

The four forces played together, and the Benevolent Emperor was instantly under control. Meng Qi lowered his three arms, and only raised the Jade-chopping Knife, urging it to fire. At the same time, he opened the acupoints all over his body, and the scenes inside condensed into the "heaven", and even his body seemed to collapse into one.

The bow of the ship sank suddenly, and the place where Meng Qi stood was dark and dark, and chaotic, as if he had returned to the beginning of the universe, and there was no other thing.

Suddenly, a brilliant knife light lit up, and the first ray of light burst out in the darkness, breaking through the chaos, piercing through the void, and instantly slashed in front of the Benevolent Emperor.

There was no reserved attack, no magical blessing, only sharpness, cutting through the void, cutting through the chaos, and cutting out the sharpness of a world!

A golden blade light suddenly emerged from the body of the Benevolent Emperor, swimming in the dark blue ice wall like a slippery fish, splitting into two, two into four, and turning into countless blade lights, which kept making ding-dong sounds with the layers of ice walls and shackles, and rubbing against the slow and almost solidified feeling to make people dizzy.

Crack!

The Jade-cutting Knife and Jiang Zhiwei's Baihong attacked, and the golden blade light almost broke the ice wall shackles, surging out like a sea!

Dangdangdangdangdangdangdang!

The sword light and sword energy fell, stirring up waves hundreds of feet high, killing the soldiers who had no time to dodge. Jiang Zhiwei slowly penetrated layer after layer of golden light, and Meng Qi seized the gap, and the blade light flashed in from the penetration, pointing directly at the entrance of the Benevolent Emperor.

Boom!

The Benevolent Emperor broke free from the slowness, opened his mouth, and sprayed out explosive white gas, which made Meng Qi's blade light pause.

He raised his left hand and blocked it in front of his eyebrows.

Swish!

The knife and the hand collided, and the benevolent emperor frowned and waved his hand.

Suddenly, Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei were blown back by the light of the wish power that turned into a gust of wind.

The benevolent emperor lowered his head and looked at the shallow bloodstain on his palm, with a little more anger in his eyes. For many years, his body had never been injured, but now it was injured by a few ants!

Dang!

At this moment, a phantom like a fairy playing the zither appeared behind Ruan Yushu. It suddenly pounced into the body of the white skirt, burning with a fierce breath. Ruan Yushu then continued to activate the seven-stringed zither, playing a bell that shook the three realms.

When Emperor Rensheng, who was about to take advantage of the situation to attack and crush the ants to death, hesitated again, Qi Zhengyan's deep eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and the dragon-patterned red-gold sword turned into a cold dragon, carrying filth and blood, and pounced on Emperor Rensheng.

The airflow was frozen, showing various colors such as dark blue and light green, wrapping Emperor Rensheng inside, and the filth melted the golden armor, and the blood penetrated inside, making Emperor Rensheng's indifferent eyes temporarily lose clarity.

Just as Zhao Heng was about to use the secret method and urge the Fish Dragon Sword again, he suddenly saw a series of dark green knife lights coming like rain, pointing directly at the weak and depressed Ruan Yushu.

Each knife light was a skeleton demon soul, opening its mouth and biting the vitality, which made people shudder.

Wen Jing found an opportunity and wanted to kill an enemy first, not only to earn some good deeds, but also to help Emperor Rensheng.

Zhao Heng gritted his teeth, activated his secret method, stepped forward to block in front of Ruan Yushu, and the emperor's robe glowed with a dark yellow light. A golden dragon flew out, and the aura of merit was dropped, allowing the skeleton demon soul to slash and bite, while Ruan Yushu was so weak that his hands and lips trembled as he took the Dongji Changsheng Pill.

Bang bang bang bang! When the demon soul's sword light continued to slash Zhao Heng, Meng Qi took another breath and turned in mid-air. When the law of heaven and earth could still be barely maintained, the appearance of the immortal Yuanshi appeared behind him. To outsiders, it was as if a Taoist priest was sitting in the center, with no top or bottom, no left or right, no front or back.

Tianxin Woyi Jue!

"Yuanshi Taoist priest" flew out, with his left hand as Yang and his right hand as Yin, combining and striking down in a mysterious way. A Yin-Yang fish picture appeared in the air, constantly rotating, covering the benevolent emperor, and Meng Qi's huge body once again urged the magic weapon, the tip of the knife dragged out a subtle mixed hole, and the sword light bloomed in a state of reaching everywhere regardless of strength, double burying the galaxy!

At this point, Meng Qi tried his best and launched a triple attack!

However, when Jiang Zhiwei was about to burn her soul and perform the combined sword of Sword 23 and Sword Out of Selflessness, a saber flew over at such a fast speed that it whistled and hit the side of her sword, knocking her flying and breaking through the deck of the warship.

After all, Master Wanshi was much worse than Dugu Shi, and he found an opportunity to throw away the knife in his hand and fight with fists and feet!

Meng Qi's mind was blank, and he didn't pay any attention to the situation of Jiang Zhiwei and Zhao Heng. In his eyes, there was only the Benevolent Saint Emperor in the air. He was shining with golden light, cutting through the blood light, expelling filth, and breaking the freezing around him.

The black and white yin and yang fish entangled head and tail hit him, and the freezing instantly turned into high temperature, the blood light turned into clear mist, and the filth became glass, which not only burned the Benevolent Saint Emperor to scream, but also made his heart compassionate and merciful, and he couldn't take action for a while.

The Yin-Yang Seal fell, the golden armor softened, the defensive golden light spread, attacking in all directions, and the Emperor Rensheng briefly became an undefended fortress.

Opportunity!

Meng Qi gritted his teeth and collided the two swords and two knives with the ultimate power at the same time.

Blazing white appeared, and the river surface within a radius of 100 miles was only white, and the rest was invisible. The high temperature evaporated the upper layer of water, and the storm that tore through the world and destroyed it rushed towards the Emperor Rensheng.

Boom!

Boom!

The terrifying explosion sounded, and many strong men in the battle felt dizzy and fell into the water.

Meng Qi only felt the golden light burst up, and then was swallowed up, and then a huge force hit his chest.

Bang! Meng Qi flew backwards, crashing into warships one after another, his Kunlun Taoist robe was shattered, and the pale gold around him cracked inch by inch. His body shrank and changed its original state. His breath was weak and he no longer had the strength to fight.

Taking advantage of the storm's influence, Zhao Heng, Qi Zhengyan and Jiang Zhiwei finally freed up their hands and took the Dongji Changsheng Pill to recover their strength in order to fight again.

Meng Qi fell beside Ruan Yushu and saw the white mist dissipate and no one in the air.

Dead?

The Emperor of Benevolence and Saint is dead?

Or was the power that descended dispersed?

Just when Meng Qi felt relieved, he saw the nine-colored mist rising into the sky. The passage remained the same, and a familiar figure stood inside, with broken golden armor and bloody flesh. It was the Emperor of Benevolence and Saint!

His aura had weakened a lot, but there was still power descending from the Nine Heavens, which quickly raised him to the previous level, and the wounds on his body quickly wriggled and recovered, as did the golden armor.

He looked at Meng Qi and others with cold eyes, and slowly said:

"For thousands of years, no one has been able to hurt my body, but you did it."

"Unfortunately, you will never understand how powerful the gods are. I have divided most of my power to suppress the connection between Tongtian Road and the Nine Lands to prevent the invasion of evil demons, but you can only do this much."

"When you failed to stop me from coming and venting my anger, your fate was doomed. No matter how hard you struggle, it is useless!"

"Despair, cry, and enjoy the last time."

The Emperor of Benevolence recovered in an instant and stepped out of Tongtian Road. It seemed no different from before!

"Despair, cry, and enjoy the last time." Meng Qi heard the indifferent voice, and his heart slowly sank as he looked at the intact Emperor of Benevolence.

It took a lot of effort, at the cost of completely losing his combat power, but it was only a short injury to the Emperor of Benevolence, and he recovered in a breath!

Is this a god?

There is no way to fight against this...

The weak Meng Qi was affected by the voice of the gods, and felt depressed and desperate. Zhu Shou, Miao Hu, and even Wanshi Zhenren and Du Huaishang all showed sad expressions. Some were planning to surrender, and some wanted to take someone with them even if they died.

Everything fell into despair.

Ruan Yushu's true energy was restored, his face was slightly pale, and he stroked the zither with both hands. His heart was as cold as the moon, and he planned to activate the Seven Fairy Zither again and play the twelve divine sounds of Langhuan.

At this time, Qi Zhengyan's voice was secretly transmitted to the ears of Meng Qi and others:

"I will lead the attack, you guys hold him back, I have my own secret method to drag him into the Nine Lands, making it difficult for him to escape."

His tone was firm, but Meng Qi could hear the sigh of death.

Senior Brother Qi can't get away from the team after all, and sacrificed himself here for us?

Suddenly, Jiang Zhiwei also sent a message, her voice clear and pleasant:

"Let me do it, at the moment of life and death, maybe I can trigger the means that Master left in me."

This is an illusory hope. No matter how strong Su Wuming is, he has not yet reached the Dharmakaya. This is a real god! Meng Qi seemed to be able to see the tragic death of Qi Zhengyan and Jiang Zhiwei, but he could hear that they did not surrender, give up, or despair.

A layer of mist suddenly covered his eyes, and he hated his own powerlessness in his heart.

Jiang Zhiwei suddenly smiled, as if to comfort a few people, and as if to boost morale:

"If I die, remember to resurrect me in the future."

Resurrection? Meng Qi thought of the previous death mission. The last time was Senior Brother Zhang, and this time it was Senior Brother Qi and Zhiwei?

How could he be willing?

He was fearless again, frantically searching his storage bag, trying to find items that could be used, fighting side by side with them, living and dying together!

Qi Zhengyan and Jiang Zhiwei went out to meet them, Ruan Yushu stroked the bell to shake the three realms again, and Zhao Heng gritted his teeth and blocked Wen Jing's attack with his body.

The tree of the avenue did not react, no!

The strange peach did not react, no!

The Great Sun Flame Heart was sealed and could not be used, no!

Huangquan hand bones, no!

Qi Zhengyan's back was straight, full of pride and self-reliance, Jiang Zhiwei's body was like a long sword, very hard and easy to break, one split into six figures, each holding a means, attacking the benevolent emperor, and the other burned his soul and body, freezing time with a sword.

The backs of the two were imprinted in Meng Qi's eyes.

No, no, no! Every item was useless, Meng Qi's expression was ferocious, like crazy.

Suddenly, he touched an item that he had forgotten for a long time, and his tense mood was relieved, his body and mind became clear and focused, and he eliminated negative feelings.

This is a wood carving, a wood carving of Meng Qi himself.

The wood carving that Mr. Lu gave me in Maoling? Meng Qi subconsciously took it out, and his eyebrows and eyes were vivid.

Bang!

Time split, and the light spots of will power flew around the body of the Benevolent Emperor. He learned a lesson from his mistakes. Before Jiang Zhiwei's sword intent was completely activated, he knocked her away, spitting blood from her mouth, and her breath weakened rapidly. Qi Zhengyan's eyebrows did not fluctuate, and his eyes only saw the figure of the Benevolent Emperor.

At this moment, the wood carving in Meng Qi's hand exuded a burning feeling!

In Huamei Mountain Villa, somewhere in the back mountain, the tombs were ordinary, and the thatched cottage was ordinary. Mr. Lu sat in the cottage, looking at the tombs, his eyes were focused and affectionate.

Suddenly, he held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, pulled it out suddenly, and the sword light cut through the void, and then disappeared in the back mountain!

As the burning feeling started, the wood sculpture began to glow, turning into a sword light that flew out of Meng Qi's hand and slashed at the Benevolent Emperor.

"Mr. Lu's token?" This was the only thought that came to Meng Qi's mind.

The sword light illuminated the sky, filling the heaven and earth, and Mr. Lu's peaceful voice came from inside:

"With this sword, there will be no more gods and demons in the world."

What? The Benevolent Emperor was about to fight back, but suddenly he felt the power around him dissipate, as if he was facing the master of heaven and earth, and he could no longer maintain the feeling of a god. A wisp of his soul rushed to the nine heavens with the power of incense and wishes.

How could this happen? His thoughts solidified, his body trembled, and he was instantly sent out of the mortal world and returned to the nine heavens.

In this world, in a secret place, an old man roared:

"After working hard for more than a hundred years, he got the great way one day, and from now on he became a god and demon, no longer an ordinary person!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the rejection of heaven and earth, and a green light emerged, wrapped him up, and rushed into the sky.

This... the old man was shocked and could not break free.

The sword light rose again, and the voice echoed:

"This sword cuts off the road to heaven, leaving only ascension and dreams."

The altar collapsed, and the nine-colored mist dissipated.

The sword light spun, and the voice was focused:

"This sword, the gods and demons disappeared, and the river was the same."

With a bang, the Nujiang River became quiet, the gods and demons disappeared suddenly, and the scenes of falling into the water flew away. The seriously injured Jiang Zhiwei fell into the water and floated up and down.

"This sword, the demons return to their original appearance."

The sword light fell into the river, the seal was broken, and the monsters that emerged lost their magic and returned to their original appearance of aquatic creatures!

Meng Qi stared at this scene in amazement, and was extremely shocked.

He always knew that Mr. Lu was very strong, but he never thought he could be so strong!

But it felt strange. This kind of strength was enough to sweep the world, so how could Guerdo have a foothold?

In the thatched cottage in the back mountain, in front of Mr. Lu was a broken void, a twisting vortex, and the sword light flew back and fell into the sheath.

The void quickly recovered, but when it was about to return to normal, it suddenly solidified, and a grand and indifferent voice came from the depths of darkness:

"Do you want to revive your wife?"

Mr. Lu sighed and smiled: "I will do it myself."

His eyes were full of concentration.

The vortex dissipated, and the void recovered, as if nothing had happened.

Witnessing this situation, several upper third-grade strongmen in the court suddenly gave up resistance and surrendered to the rebel army as if they had seen real gods. Only Dugu Shi was still fighting.

And the voice of the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation came to Meng Qi's ears:

"Mission completed, everyone returns!"

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