At the top of Jiangling City, Wang Yin, Fang Jie and others retreated one after another, with a look of horror on their brows.
Because there were flying sand and rocks outside the city, the wind was blowing and the clouds were furious, and the sonorous and harsh roar could be heard from far away.
Not to mention the group of bystanders, even the believers who had just made devout donations were tortured by the howling sound like ghosts and gods, and they covered their ears and found it difficult to approach.
Qiao Daoqing was the only one who still stood at the top of the city, facing the fierce battle, but there was also surprise in his eyes.
In fact, to solve this battle, we only need to deal with the carrier of the gods, namely "Mingzun" Xiang Long, and attack its weak points, and then we will be done.
But at this moment, Li Yan's choice was to face the difficulties and face his strongest point.
He rushed towards King Ming in mid-air. Just looking at the size comparison, he was like a moth rushing to a flame, but the eyes behind the mask revealed rare excitement.
"Come!!"
Unprecedented violent force exploded from Li Yan's body, like thousands of rivers pouring out, and the celestial waves in the air were driven by it, and they all rushed towards King Ming.
"die!!"
Xiang Long forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart, and King Ming struck out with his palm again, and the divine power spread out, and the layers of clouds seemed to be torn from the sky and spread all over his body.
This god is sitting upright in the clouds, even more supreme. The other white palm that symbolizes light is pressed down, and it is like an avalanche, making bursts of roaring noises, and falling at an unimaginable speed.
Divine power!
The palm failed!
"How can it be?"
Xiang Long's eyes widened in disbelief, and then he realized that the other party was missing.
The gathering of celestial phenomena was obviously powerful, but after Li Yan rushed in front of King Ming, his own sense of presence quietly continued to decrease.
It is not a form of hiding that uses consciousness-only energy to restrain the fluctuations of the five senses, but the unity of heaven and man that gradually merges with this area.
The energy of heaven and earth rippled like water waves, and Li Yan's figure melted into the air, becoming omnipresent and nonexistent.
"cut!"
At the same time that King Ming struck the air with his palm, the chain knife fell in an arc.
This sword contains the understanding of the Scroll of Heaven. It is no longer like the swing of a weapon, but more like a ray of light burning in the void. It is completely natural and has no flaws.
Not to mention Xiang Long's inability to react, King Ming in the sky had no time to dodge and was hit by a knife.
"Huh?"
But Li Yan's brows moved slightly, and the feedback felt extremely strange.
It doesn't look like a solid body, with no tearing of flesh and blood or broken bones, nor is it an incorporeal body, which is empty and difficult to draw on...
It's more like falling into a bottomless abyss, and any offensive that pours into it will be calm and there won't even be an echo.
"'Zuoming', you can't hurt Prince Ming at all, you will only die!!"
But even so, King Ming's body trembled as he realized that his god had actually been hit. Xiang Long below was completely enraged and roared repeatedly. The four stripes on King Ming's body slowly rose, and he pressed down with his palms one after another.
The surging divine power blasted out, and the clouds in the sky stirred and rumbled, but a figure in a wide robe and long sleeves still did not retreat, and passed through without missing a beat.
Li Yanyou walked under King Ming's attack, his speed was as fast as shuttle. He suddenly appeared from behind and slashed furiously with his sword. Then he appeared at the side of his waist and slashed diagonally with his sword. Then the sword light became denser and more urgent...
A strange sight appeared.
Fang Jie couldn't help but be curious, and looked out from behind the city wall, his eyes widening involuntarily.
In his sight, there were static pictures stacked up in mid-air. "Zuoming" was furiously attacking around the huge Buddha statue, but it kept flashing without any gaps.
At first, no movement tracks could be seen, only the image of the attack was frozen...
Gradually, the old has not gone, the new has arrived, and the number continues to increase...
In the end, it was like eight or nine "Zuoming" were besieging a Ming King at the same time, beating the clouds around him until the clouds were torn apart!
"Happy! So happy!"
With such an all-out attack, his energy was extremely depleted, but Li Yan was happy with it.
As the king of the establishment, he already has dragon energy, and his luck has increased by 3 points on the basis of 40 points. Now it is 43 points, which is enough for him to use.
What's more, if there is no challenging battle, you should save what you can. This kind of confrontation cannot be stingy at all. All attributes are originally meant to improve yourself. How can you put the cart before the horse and miss the opportunity?
Use the Heaven's Scroll as a defense to compete for the energy of the four directions, use the Qianqiu Jue as an attack, and use the sword's light to follow your heart's desires.
The sky changes, the city walls shake, the battle becomes more and more intense, and a network of knife marks that combines hardness and softness spreads in all directions. Between the ups and downs, it seems like a vast sea containing everything.
The light of the sword suddenly changed, shrinking and wrapping inward, forming circles of sword wheels, and stabbing towards King Ming's huge body without any penetration.
The previously bottomless abyss began to detect its limits, and King Ming's body also began to ripple like waves.
finally.
The thunderous knife passed by, and with a squeaking sound, it felt like the metal and stone striking an entity.
Li Yan's eyes lit up, and he realized that he had hit the opponent's arm, but the giant Buddha-like King Ming still showed no reaction, but Xiang Long's painful voice immediately came from below.
"Whoosh!"
Blood spattered, and a blood hole appeared inexplicably on his arm. The fear in his tone could no longer be concealed: "'Zuoming,' if you dare to kill a god, you will definitely be punished by King Ming!"
Li Yan said calmly: "A person who has no self-awareness and is just the embodiment of a believer is worthy of being called a god?"
It was just a guess before, but after this battle, he was certain that King Ming was a purely religious existence.
Just like the difference between the chicken and the egg, in this world with the background of gods and demons, many heavenly gods existed first, and then legends and beliefs came into being in the lower world. For example, the Nine Heavens Xuannv went down to the lower world to help Emperor Xuanyuan.
But King Ming belongs to the ancient faith, and there is no such god in the world. However, after worshiping more people, such an existence appeared. Therefore, after the god Ming came, it was exactly the same as the statue of King Ming worshiped by believers, without any changes in details.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Because believers require Mingwang to be like this, it must be like this, not also.
This was not a spontaneous birth. It should have been formed consciously by a very talented practitioner after Manichaeism was integrated into China. That person was probably the first generation of Mingzun, who used Mingwang to harvest faith, develop power, and even bring Mingwang down.
The divine power protects the top leaders of the sect and makes them even more powerful.
In comparison, the unknown Mingzun in front of me is very weak. He knows it but does not know why. He can invite King Ming to come to the world, but he cannot control the specific behavior of King Ming at all and can only let him play freely.
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"Standard false god, but the belief structure is worthy of reference, very good! Continue!"
Li Yan has always been down-to-earth, and this kind of Ming Wang is just the opponent he needs to make a comeback.
The combatants in the sky burst into the air and roared, and the air waves rolled.
The spectators at the top of the city were immersed in it with their eyes shining brightly.
Fang Jie and others just checked, while Qiao Daoqing observed with his spiritual sense and knew that the battle situation in the field had been completely reversed.
The huge King Ming seems to be invincible, but his attacks have failed one after another, and no matter how powerful his divine power is, it can only be squandered in vain between heaven and earth.
On the contrary, the sword in "Zuoming's" hand became more and more sharp, and finally seemed to stretch across the sky, unrivaled!
"Ah-ah-!!"
Xiang Long let out a shrill scream, and there were blood marks all over his body. King Ming was a man of faith, and the damage he suffered was finally fed back to his body.
The physical pain is only one aspect. What is even more painful is that the god-descended King Ming actually ended up like this.
"'Zuoming', who are you? Who are you?"
Comparing the two sides, it seems that King Ming is not a god, but the other party is.
The sword technique was also like a god cutting out, filling his soul, making him feel like an ant facing the top of a mountain, waiting desperately to turn into powder and fly ashes.
"It can't be like this... Prince Ming can't be like this... It's fake! It's all fake!!"
As a Mingzun, Xiang Long couldn't accept it. Those believers who rushed out to witness were even more hysterical and rolling on the ground.
They regretted extremely why they had not committed suicide just now and fixed the beautiful image of King Ming at the moment of his arrival, but wanted to see this miserable scene now.
"Whoosh!"
In comparison, Li Yanyi united with the gods, and the gods united with the sky. His sharp edges were everywhere, breaking the clouds in the sky, and his sword skills were being used smoothly. The movements of the huge King Ming suddenly became certain, and his entire huge body melted like ice and snow, directly under the blade.
Disperse.
The descent of God is over.
Not interrupted midway...
Instead, the part of the Ming King's divine power that had descended was completely drained away!
Li Yan's eyes darkened slightly, and he still had some unfinished thoughts.
Being able to put so much pressure on him made this battle really enjoyable. Unfortunately, Xiang Long's level was limited after all, and he couldn't be too demanding. Otherwise, it could have been more enjoyable.
"bring it on!"
He reached out and made a move, and the invisible palm transformed from the energy of heaven and earth pulled Xiang Long up, who was almost a blood hole below.
The outcome of beheading King Ming and killing Mingzun has been determined. The next step is to use the secret in "Taiyuan Zhenfa" to dig out the identities of the remaining two bishops and three protectors when he is about to die.
Catch them all in one go.
However, when Li Yan took it into his hand, the power of the Book of Heaven dissipated, and he came into close contact with the number one enemy of the Ming Zun Sect. Xiang Long's eyes suddenly showed enlightenment: "This breath... the sacrifice of all living beings... you are
New God...the reason why you deal with our religion...is because you want to steal King Ming's faith?"
Li Yan was too lazy to answer and began to use secret techniques to specifically deal with believers: "Using to purify the soul, sealing the soul to seal the soul..."
Xiang Long's memory turned into a thick book and emerged. The list of core personnel was listed one by one. Even the subsequent promotions were carefully considered. For example, Wang Qing was promised the Wisdom Bishop, but he was not prepared to realize it. He just drew a picture.
Spread the pie...
Obviously the secret of the core was exposed, but Xiang Long smiled at the last moment of his life: "Take it... the power of my Lord will reappear in you... you will be the next Ming King... The sect founded will be closely related to Yan
Fight to the death...until the dynasty changes..."
Click!
Xiang Long fell softly to the ground, his eyes widened, his expression frozen in resentment and expectation at the last moment.
"Even if you die, there are still a lot of dramas!"