The God of Death and Ditian fight together, one is the successor of the underworld, a strange existence that was channeled after the death of an unknown prehistoric figure.
One is the young supreme being of the human race, the proud son of heaven recognized by the source of Tao.
The fight between the two powers is really like a needle-to-nose battle, with frequent wonderful tricks and exciting scenes!
On the other side, the battle between Fairy Qingshi and Jade Rakshasa is a different scene.
Fairy Qingshi sits cross-legged, her white skirt spread on the shore, her ten green and slender fingers playing with the strings of the piano.
The sound of the Tao is faint, like a small river flowing, gently surrounding it.
The Jade Rakshasa strode forward, his eyes sharp, his fierce momentum rising, and his whole body seemed to turn into a sharp knife, cutting off the trickling stream in front of him.
Fairy Qingshi's face was calm, and her whole person's temperament became calmer and lighter.
The ten fingers are lightly hooked, and the sound of the piano is tinkling, as if a spring rain has begun.
The greatest goodness is like water. Water benefits all things without fighting.
The stream cut into countless sections by the blade rises into the clouds and turns into rain, falling with the wind, moistening things silently.
Jade Rakshasa was surprised to find that his invincible sword power had become sluggish, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, getting heavier and heavier.
"Sure enough, there is a way!" The blood-red eyes were bright, and the Jade Rakshasa was provoked to fight!
Stupid!
The bloody double swords were unsheathed, and the sharp sword energy swept across all directions like a hurricane, tearing even the tiniest raindrops into pieces.
Fairy Qingshi's eyes were solemn and she plucked the strings a little faster.
The wind is impermanent, the clouds are shapeless, and between the wind and the clouds, the drizzle is already pouring down, like the heavenly river rolling back, overwhelming the world!
Jade Rakshasa suddenly felt a heavy pressure, pervasive and omnipresent.
Shen Ning's sword swayed slightly, as if it could not withstand the ravages of the downpour.
Gently, she closed her eyes.
Hold your breath, be still, and concentrate.
His eyes suddenly opened, and the blood-colored knife was as bright as the scorching sun, breaking through the heavy rain curtain and dispersing the dark clouds in the sky.
Fairy Qingshi's body shook slightly, her hair was flying, and she spoke solemnly:
"Fellow Daoist's sword intention is so strong that Qing Shi has only seen it in his life. I can't fully control the power of the next song. Fellow Daoist, be careful!"
Jade Rakshasa nodded slightly: "Please!"
Fairy Qingshi took a deep breath and pressed her fingers.
The sound of the piano sounded again, but it was not as fast and violent as before, but instead became lonely and sad.
The autumn wind rustles and the fallen leaves drift.
The sun in the sky will inevitably fall to the west, all things in their peak will inevitably decline, and the breath of dryness will fill the heaven and earth.
Jade Rakshasa's heart was as strong as iron, and she was not moved by this artistic conception. However, when she caught a glimpse of her hair blown up by the wind, her pupils suddenly shrank!
The originally red and satin-like hair is gradually turning yellow from the tips, just like the green grass ushering in late autumn.
She calmly sensed and found that every trace of undetectable vitality in her body was quietly passing away and overflowing between heaven and earth.
"Shura is immortal, and the sea of blood will last forever!" Jade Rakshasa shouted softly and unfolded his vision.
The endless sea of blood rose from behind her, and the blood-evil energy surged into the sky, blocking the ubiquitous power of glory.
No matter how time flies, spring passes and autumn comes, and the sea of blood will last forever!
Fairy Qingshi's technique changes again, the sound of the piano is cold and bright, like the coming of winter, Xiao Han is chilling!
Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom.
The invisible fairy sound turned into reality, and endless snowflakes formed a storm. Each piece was enough to cut gold and jade, and freeze the ground for three feet.
Jade Rakshasa let out a long roar, and his energy and blood surged up like a raging fire.
She danced the blood-colored double swords into a whirlwind, with endless sword light layer upon layer, like a gorgeous fire lotus, blooming passionately in the ice and snow.
Zheng! The strings suddenly broke, the wind and snow dissipated, and the scorching sun returned to the world.
Fairy Qingshi gently wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of her mouth: "I lost."
The bloody blade swiped across her temples and cut off a few strands of black hair.
Jade Rakshasa put away his sword and stood up. There was no joy on his face, but he frowned:
"Why stop? I can feel that you still have stronger tricks that you haven't used yet!"
Fairy Qingshi sighed softly: "The four seasons pass, and all things come and go.
It is true that I still have one move that I have not used, but you have retained your strength.
As soon as the last song is played, you and I will probably perish together, but there is no enmity between us, and there is no need to live or die against each other.
This time we are no match for others, so I will give you the twelfth-grade white lotus."
Jade Rakshasa was very dissatisfied. This feeling of suddenly stopping in the middle of the fight made her extremely aggrieved. However, the opponent had already been injured just as he took the initiative to stop, and she was too embarrassed to take advantage of others' danger, so she could only put away the knife bitterly.
Feng Jinghong was currently studying the buds of the twelfth-grade white lotus, but he was also paying attention to the battlefield.
After hearing Fairy Qingshi's words, she couldn't help but secretly praise her for her good intentions.
There were still two people on his side who had not taken action. Just Jade Rakshasa and the God of Death put Ditian and Fairy Qingshi into a tough fight.
And judging from Feng Jinghong's random attack before and his status in the entire team, there is no doubt that he is the strongest one.
Even if Fairy Qingshi and Ditian could defeat their opponents, they would definitely be seriously injured. When Feng Jinghong takes action again, they will still be dead or alive.
What's more, neither of them has gained the slightest advantage in the fight to this point, so the chance of winning is really slim.
This woman clearly felt that her side had no chance of winning, so she took the initiative to show weakness by retreating.
Judging from the self-centered aura that Feng Jinghong showed before, he must be a very proud person. In this way, he should not embarrass the two of him anymore, and he will make good calculations!
Seeing that Jade Rakshasa actually sheathed her sword and Feng Jinghong didn't say anything, Fairy Qingshi breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she had made the right bet.
Putting down her worries, Fairy Qingshi turned her gaze to the battlefield on the other side, with a hint of undetectable worry in her eyes.
There was actually another reason why she admitted defeat so simply, and that was because she sensed that Ditian's situation was not good.
On the surface, Di Tian and the God of Death seemed to be evenly matched, but she saw something deeper.
Ditian's physical body, magic power and secret skills were all comparable to those of the other party, but there was a faint feeling of being restrained.
The "Three Realms Reincarnation Sutra" that Di Tian majored in is an extremely profound emperor-level sutra, which involves the secrets of time and reincarnation. Once the secret technique is revealed, it is difficult to guard against it!
However, the effect of the invincible secret technique is greatly reduced when facing the God of Death. There is a mysterious power in the opponent's body, which invisibly weakens the effect of the Emperor's secret technique.
The longer time passes, the more obvious the advantages of this situation will be.
She had foreseen Di Tian's defeat, but she did not stop the opponent's fighting because that was the greatest insult to a young supreme being.
Now she just hopes that Di Tian won't be too strong and can save her life.
Things turned out just as she expected. After three thousand rounds of the battle, Di Tian was finally defeated by the God of Death. He was nailed by a sickle and his face turned pale.
The blow from the God of Death not only pierced his physical body, but also froze his soul.
The victory was decided, and the god of death did not pursue him again.
Fairy Qing Shi stretched her sleeves and took Di Tian into her arms. A white light shot out from the center of her eyebrows, unsealing Di Tian's frozen soul. Then she looked at the God of Death and said:
"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for showing mercy!"
The God of Death looked grim: "I want the scriptures he practices!"
He found that the inheritance cultivated by Di Tian was very similar to his own, and should have been left by a certain master of the underworld.
If you can get it, you will definitely take yourself one step further!
At this time, Feng Jinghong also spoke: "I can let you go, but leave the source of Tao behind!"
Fairy Qingshi looked at Di Tian, whose face was ashen and speechless, as he had not yet recovered from the blow of defeat.
Fairy Qingshi sighed and comforted her softly, and it took a long time for the Emperor to regain his composure.
He looked at Feng Jinghong intently: "Who are you, and why have I never heard of you?"
He never expected that he would be defeated at the hands of someone else's follower. This was simply more uncomfortable than killing him!
Feng Jinghong said: "My name is Feng Jinghong, and I came from the ancient road of mythology."
Di Tian was startled for a moment, as if he remembered something: "In the battle with the divine organization ten years ago, there was a legend that a demon clan used the body of a saint to kill the holy king. Is that you?"
Feng Jinghong nodded lightly: "Not bad!"
Ditian and Fairy Qingshi both looked astonished, and Ditian murmured:
"When I heard the news ten years ago, I thought it was the demon clan who was spreading rumors and bragging about themselves, but I didn't expect it to be true..."
It's not that he is petty and unwilling to admit that others are strong, but those records are simply too outrageous!
A saint uses the Holy King as a vegetable. Do you think you are the reincarnation of the Immortal King? There must be a limit to bragging and building momentum!
"A monster like you has appeared in this life..."
Ditian shook his head and sighed, then took out a few light balls and handed them to Feng Jinghong on the spot. He also passed on the ancient scriptures he had compiled to the God of Death, and then left without saying a word with Fairy Qingshi and their three followers.
This man who was supposed to be invincible for most of the ancient road has left so early in this life.
Feng Jinghong received several sources of Tao and was in a good mood.
Di Tian gave a total of four copies, plus the five he had received before, it was exactly nine copies.
It is said that the source of the Nine-Guang Dao can be transformed into a stunning fairy treasure when combined into one. I can finally give it a try!
In order to achieve this goal over the years, he has not used the source of Tao to practice much. For this reason, he has been complained by the Jade Rakshasa and the Gold-eating Beast. After all, two of the five sources of Tao belong to them.
Now, it's time to let these two idiots know their foresight!