long sigh: "I don't have many years left to live. If I could save Wanxi with my remaining life, that would be the best outcome. After all, with the two of you taking care of the Qingjiang aquatic crea...When the four Dharma Lords were entangled, and Meng Tianhai summoned yet another peak combat power, what could possibly stop the blood-stained Starry Rose
Three people whose lives were intertwined by a rose of fate, each gave their own answer.
Communicate through the subconscious ocean, unimpeded by the power of delusion, and see the truth with a clear mind.
This was their final stand, facing Fu Lanting's blade!
Dou Zhao was the first to be pierced by the fate rose, because after all, he was in a small world of farmland, and there was still some distance from the battlefield. Next came the creator of the Zhen Yuan Fire Realm, and finally Meng Tianhai's long-awaited Chong Xuan Zun.
Meng Tianhai chose this order to connect the three things in order to avoid accidents as much as possible.
Therefore, Dou Zhao was the closest to the flowers, while Jiang Wang was in the middle, and Chong Xuan Zun hung outside.
Although their bodies and souls were bound, although their power dissipated, although their consciousnesses were blurred, their fighting spirit never extinguished.
In the deep sea of their subconscious, they completed their final communication and then waited.
>Waiting for this final moment.
Zhong Xuan opened his eyes and slashed, dispelling illusions. Even facing the True Monarch of Derivation Dao, he still created a minuscule opening. He summoned the Seven Star Wheels, invoking the Big Dipper, to push Jiang Wang's true self sword to its limits, bringing winter upon the world.
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Under the gaze of seven stars, a moment for action was finally created.
Then Jiang Wangze imparted all of this boundless celestial will's killing intent onto Dou Zhao's body.
And Dou Zha, whose shining golden body was displayed in his grand display of combat prowess, unleashed his ultimate trump card—the eighth style of the Dou Zhan Seven Styles.
"The so-called 'Number One Killing Art Since the Present World'," is a brutal, bloody name earned through battle! It surpasses all killing arts of this world, claiming the title of number one, unrivaled!
The formation of the Seven Styles of Fighting, is the result of countless generations of talented Doujia masters passing on their skills and refining them.
The Great Chu State's Public Residence, the top-ranked aristocratic family in the world, a renowned clan in the Southern Region for three thousand years. Throughout its long history, all that remains are these Seven Styles.
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And Dou Zhao, in his thirtieth year, cut out the eighth sword.
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He forged history, expanding the frontiers of the first art of killing!
This is his unique eighth style, but in several years, it might not be impossible for this sword technique to be learned by anyone, truly expanding the Seven Battle Styles into Eight Battle Styles.
The direct point is to cut through the surface and get to the heart of the matter. The five decays of Heaven and Man are like blades that kill both Heaven and Man.
> And throughout eternity, the killing was of "the past," a single slash, and all that had happened yesterday became yesterday's news.
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Therefore, this sword cuts itself, severing all past weakness and impotence. It slashes toward Jiang Wang and Chong Xuan Zun, cutting away the shackles and confinement that existed on them during this period of time.
When it slashed towards Fu Lan Ting, it was meant to erase everything about this person from existence!
The Fu LanTing who sought the Tao at Longmen Academy was not present. The Fu LanTing who served as the fifth generation head of the Xuehe Sect had never existed. So, what reason would this present incarnation of Xuehe, claiming to be Fu LanTing, have to reveal itself!
The Rose of Fate, has shattered. Transforming into starlight, it dances across the heavens.
A white robe dashed out, like the moon in the high sky!
> Chong Xuan reached out and grasped, the sun wheel, moon wheel, and star wheel, three wheels merging together, forming the Zhàn Wàng Long Dao.
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Behind him, the phantom of the boundless moonlit sea rippled, stars glittering across the vast expanse as sun and moon shone brightly in the heavens!
And in the starlight where the fate rose shattered, Jiang Wang held his long sword calmly.
He empowered Dou Zhao's swordsmanship, and Dou Zhao cut through his confinement.
At this time, he has regained his peak state.
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The frost drapes and dances, unfolding starlight.
Flames dance around, illuminating the darkness.
Sword light shines in his eyes, gazing straight at Yan Dao.
The icy chill of the True Self Sword in one's palm, rendering all colors in the world nonexistent.
Behind him, there stood a majestic figure of immeasurable grandeur. His primordial spirit donned the robes of the Eastern Emperor and soared through the heavens astride a dragon!
The three youngest real people in the world, and perhaps the most gifted three prodigies, simultaneously charged towards Fu LanTing!
Who could have imagined that in the face of such a terrifying Meng Tianhai, mere three real people would dare to resist, and even have the strength to resist And after the shackles were cut, no one retreated, all showing the posture of fighting to the death!
Even Fu LanTing was startled, and was killed right before him.
Perhaps in today's world, there is no one who could withstand such terrifying killing intent in an unprepared situation.
But after all, a true immortal is still a true immortal.
The True Monarch's qi returns endlessly, the True Monarch's thought opens up the Heavenly Sea.
Fu Lan Ting's mind stirred, and the space around him rippled like water. This body of his was profound beyond measure, impossible to grasp. It existed between reality and illusion, in the blurring lines of light and shadow, where starlight, moonlight, and swordlight could not penetrate.
Even though the three peerless prodigies clashed with each other, what could they do to me
He drew out the folding fan from behind his waist, never opening it. The front of the fan held its own literary energy, twisting and knotting like frost and snow into a straight, flat blade. The fan itself became the hilt of the sword.
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Longmen Academy, the first in swordsmanship.
At this moment, the True Monarch held his sword and said, "Alas, Fu Lanting was born too early. You arrived too late to have a fair duel! But fairness in the world is always determined by power. The strong prey on the weak, and that is the natural order. If Li Shan lacked the unrivaled courage of this era, legal principles would be nothing more than empty words! Just as Fu Lanting killed his closest friend, just as the Blood River devoured Fu Lanting, it was fate, it was destiny, there should be no resentment!"
He unsheathed his sword.
As he drew his sword, he struck a dazzling burst of gold!
It's unclear whether he bumped into the golden light, or if this golden light enveloped him.
In short, that's how things happened.
Before facing off against three peerless prodigies, Fu Lanting encountered another type of attack.
This is an attack on another level, happening before all others.
As the dazzling golden light gradually faded, people were finally able to see that high above, among the stars, a golden arch bridge spanned across the heavens.
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On the bridge arch stood an old woman, dressed in golden robes and with silver hair combed into a topknot.
It's the look in her eyes that speaks of age, not the wrinkles on her face. In fact, they are quite shallow, suggesting she is probably in her forties or fifties.
The countenance is noble and dignified.
She stood at the bridgehead with her arms akimbo, saying nothing.
And the golden bridge beneath her feet had completely illuminated this rootless world!
This place is not a dangerous human world at all! It's resplendent and glittering, like a god's kingdom!
Fu LanTing... is gone.
Whatever is profound and mysterious, virtual yet real, all of it is meaningless.
A golden bridge from the other shore, directly killing!
Jiang Wang silently retracted his primordial spirit, suppressed the wind and fire within his body, and returned his long sword to its sheath. His face remained calm, but his heart was shaken like thunder.
Even if Fu Lanting was just a blood river incarnation, even if Meng Tianhai couldn't truly understand the power of Dragon Gate Academy, this incarnation couldn't be considered a true powerhouse at the derivation level...
But Dou Zhao's great-grandmother, this powerful matriarch of the Dou clan in Great Chu, was indeed too ruthless!
As is well known, the Shenlin realm is where the true war of divine souls begins. Before this, in the inner mansion and outer halls, only a small number of cultivators with extraordinary talent could start the war of divine souls in advance. Most cultivators could only guard the Tongtian Palace, relying on innate ignorance to avoid external invasion.
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And reaching the realm of profound truth, the collision of primordial spirits and clash of divine consciousness are also crucial aspects of combat. The influence of the primordial spirit on the battle situation is manifested in all aspects.
Once one reaches the realm of Yandao, their primordial spirit departs the body and merges with a small world, achieving the form of a Dharma Body. Pure confrontations of primordial spirits are virtually nonexistent. Because for True Monarchs, the world of the soul and the real world are indistinguishable.
Song Bodhi's Bridge to the Other Shore of Gold, has already manifested as real!
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Compared to Dou Zhao's Golden Bridge of the Other Shore, which still remains at the level of suppressing souls in battle and controlling the battlefield situation, Song Bodhi's Golden Bridge of the Other Shore can already slay True Monarchs!
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Dou Zhuo and Zhong Xuan, having both followed nature's course, also ceased their attacks and landed.
Zhong Xuan lightly brushed at the corner of his robe, his expression serene and composed, not like someone who had just escaped death. It seemed more as if he had casually crushed a petty thief who dared to obstruct him.
Dou Zhao remained silent. No one else had called their parents. Jiang Wang was an orphan, without any family. For him to call out "Grandma" now... would be too undignified.
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While Jiang Wang's eyelids twitched, he realized he was still too shocked.
Because the old woman standing on the golden bridge on the opposite shore, raised her palm as a knife, and toward Fu Lan Ting's disappearing place, made a slashing motion in the air.
He vaguely recognized this sword, seeming to be the Heavenly Five Degenerations.
But a closer look at the rhyme reveals something else. It turns out that failing flesh, extinguished soul, and decaying body and spirit are all within the scope of the Five Declines of Heaven and Man!
Severing the physical body, divine powers, and even the soul, all in one fell swoop.
What did Song Bodhi chop
As soon as Jiang Wang had this thought, he saw Meng Tianhai, who was standing with Chen Pu before the sacrificial fire, his chest slashed open by a blade, a bloody line flying out!
Compared to Jiang Wang's naivete, Chen Pu could naturally see things clearly—
Fu Lan Ting's traces had been completely severed, even with the Blood River, it was impossible to recover. Song Bodhi's sword strike, through the connection between Fu Lan Ting and the Blood River, struck Meng Tian Hai's true form!
"What a skilled swordsmanship!" Meng Tianhai couldn't help but exclaim.
Standing on the Golden Bridge, Song Bodhi casually shattered the three Evil Observers of the Derivation Dao rank on the field. He then glanced at Meng Tianhai with a faint expression: "How many Blood River incarnations can you still summon You might as well send them all. I'll help them all attain liberation."
“These are just minor details, some insights I didn't want to waste while playing my role. Forgive me for making you laugh.” Meng Tianhai laughed heartily, not even caring about the wound on his chest.
Even though his entire right arm was now just bone, charred by the fire of the grand ceremony, he remained calm and said: "When did Song Zhenjun arrive How long did you observe To be able to discover the connection between the incarnation and the Blood River so quickly, and then cut off the root mark with a single strike, you have every right to be proud!"
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Song Botdhi said in a soft voice, "You released so many Xue He incarnations. Even if my eyesight was poor, it would be difficult not to see clearly."
The more blood river incarnations he released, the more distracted Meng Tianhai became. Even though he had learned from all schools of thought and simultaneously controlled so many peak-level beings, it was still difficult to hide the essence of the blood river.
"Meng Tianhai chuckled, "Since ancient times, those at the peak have rarely acted, fearing that their path would be seen through, making it difficult to protect themselves. But Meng Tianhai has decided to ascend today, my path fears not your scrutiny."
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He looked at Chen Pu: "Have all your people arrived Our current progress is too slow. How about we speed things up"
As they spoke, his breath billowed out crimson energy, landing upon the blazing white altar fire. In an instant, the flames flared violently! His and Chen Pu's arm connections, mere flesh and bone, were instantly incinerated, leaving not a trace of their skeletons behind. The searing white flames connecting them spread even further towards their bodies.
This is the Danxin Chiqi, one of the Thirty-Six Divine Energies in Confucianism.
Just from the purity of this crimson and red literary spirit, who would dare say that Meng Tianhai is not a genuine Confucian cultivator Among all the great Confucian scholars in the world, those who possess such literary spirit are few and far between.
Against the path of consumption, it is a cruel and merciless method that cultivators of the same path would resort to as a last resort. It is not something that happens easily.
Meng Tianhai, having operated the Blood River for 54,000 years, of course was not afraid of a protracted battle. Even at this moment when Song Bodhi descended, he forcibly accelerated his attacks, intending to immediately deplete his opponent's source of power.
While Chen Pu simply smiled serenely, as if the damaged body was not his own, he uttered a simple, "Alright."
He gently blew, and a pale blue aura whooshed up, faintly resembling bamboo patterns, also falling into the great sacrificial fire. This sped up the burning of both parties' Taoist bodies by another three points!
This is the Kun-Lun Qi of the Thirty-Six Energies of the Confucian School.
He sped up too!
Both peak-power experts had an eager, almost suicidal air about them. Neither would yield or dodge, instead frantically accelerating to wear each other down!
"Hoss's" let out a light sigh: "When scholars go mad, they are more insane than anyone else."
In the midst of that torrential tempest of arcane arts, Si Yu'an’s voice rang out— “Having been given so many opportunities, you simply halt here”
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Without waiting for a response, a sword light leaped out of the sky, as nimble as a dragon. With just one flash, it cleaved through the 'Ho Shih Chi's' body!
And the grey robe turned to dust.
After a breath's pause, the Daoist torrent unleashed by 'Ho Shi Ji' was shattered within the sword light as well. It disrupted their Qi and caused heaven and earth to surge.
Si Yu'an drew his sword and shouted to Meng Tianhai, "Do you live up to the talent of a master swordsman like 'Ho Shih Chi'!"
The sound of the sword cry was like a horn blowing for the attack.
The Wu Bing who had fiercely suppressed the Red State Ding, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Peng Chongjian's neck. He then pressed Peng Chongjian's body onto the Evil Brahma Mountain!
In one hand, he held the profusely bleeding 'Peng Chongjian' firmly. With the other, he dipped it in Peng Chongjian's blood and wrote on the mountainside with neat strokes: "Does a demon shrine deserve to be worshipped as a god Today, I use the name of the land surveyor to bring down its deity and order it to sleep eternally!"
With a forceful grip, Peng Chongjian's body was crushed to pieces!
The entire Ebb and Flow Mountain Range was deathly silent and devoid of light. With a deafening roar, it plunged into the depths of the sea.
Ruan Qiu, with an unusually young face, sighed at this time: “You all move so fast, I seem very slow.”
He looked back at 'Guan Changqing', with a flick of his sleeve, this peerless sword was directly drawn into the starry river and landed under the golden bridge. The starry river gently surged once, and Guan Changqing's body vanished without a trace.
Standing on the golden bridge, Song Bodhi remained silent. He used the edge of his palm as a blade and made three swift cuts with his hand.
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The blood river imprints of the three Dao-transformed incarnations, 'Ho Shih,' 'Peng Chongjian,' and 'Guan Changqing,' were completely shattered! Three more sword cuts inevitably appeared on Meng Tianhai's body.
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Once the Blood River Avatar's true form is exposed, it becomes his weakness - of course, assuming Meng Tianhai doesn't have enough energy to evolve into peak combat power, and you have someone as ruthless as Song Bodhi with a blade like that.
These three blows accelerated the disintegration of Meng Tianhai's body.
In the blink of an eye, their limbs were burned to ashes, and their torsos were mangled!
Under the impetus of two great celestial energies, and with the replenishment of Dao principles from two peak experts, the Great Offering Fire now possesses the might to incinerate heaven. Cracks appear everywhere, tearing apart time and space! Even several grandmasters unconsciously step back a few paces.
Meng Tianhai stared intently at Chen Pu, a smile on his face: "When do you plan to withdraw Are you ready Will you have enough time"
Chen Pu also laughed: "Death can be as light as a hair, or as heavy as a mountain. Mr. Meng, in your opinion, would dying to kill you be which kind"
Meng Tianhai thought about it seriously and said, "At least heavier than Taiyi Mountain!"
At this point, he was left with only a head, while Chen Pu was missing his jaw!
Then Chen Pu, with half his mouth leaking out, smiled and said: “As I wish!”
"Although not all efforts yield results, I respect you." Meng Tianhai said this, and behind him, the blood river suddenly roared, a continuous surge of power held within Meng Tianhai's body.
His physical form almost instantly recovered, and he looked down at Chen Pu with pity.
He was met with Chen Pu's sympathetic gaze.
Only then did he realize that Chen Pu's physical body had also recovered!
Behind Chen Pu, a vast expanse of sea appeared suddenly.
Though it's called a sea, upon closer inspection, every drop of water is a character. And each character can evolve into an infinite amount of meaning.
The sound of books is like the tide, and brilliant writings are like surging waves!
Chen Pu, he actually brought the treasured Confucian classic, "Ocean of Learning," here!
The blood river has no end.
The sea of knowledge is boundless!
(The End)s enough to explain the problem.He finally understood why Zhao Ruocheng, a Qin exile prince, had dared to stand on the Guanhe Platform.This little rascal....this kid who had long since given up and wa...