In the distance of Yuchenjing, at the end of the plain are low hills, like the undulating edges and corners of the earth, persistent and persevering.
The neighing war horse galloped into the wind from an invisible place at the end of the hill, like a raging line of fire.
That's a ray of light.
Illuminating this despair and gloom brought by the Sanskrit God.
"Hahahahahahaha!" Gu Xuantong's body of Shangyun was continuously destroyed and shrunk by the Sanskrit God, but his laughter was wanton and wild, "Even now, there will be people coming to kill you, Sanskrit God, you are the enemy of the whole world!
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"When did I stop being the enemy of the entire world?"
The Sanskrit God stood alone in the black cloud tide transformed by Gu Xuantong, looking at Han Feng who was coming all the way with indifferent eyes.
His tone was calm, but there was a hint of depth in his eyes.
With the innate realm of Sanskrit God, it is natural to see that Han Feng has the dual destiny of God and Buddhism.
Although destiny has no ownership, it has its own natural nature, and those who have some contact with destiny can naturally judge it.
"Interesting, a young man with pretty good talent carries two looming traces of destiny... Are these the high hopes you have placed on him?"
"If so, then I can only say that you are so stupid that it makes me suffocate."
Every word spoken by the Sanskrit God seemed to be filled with deep contempt, but his tone of voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was stating an objective fact.
But this is even more irritating.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"
Gu Xuantong let out an angry laugh, and the black disaster clouds in the sky began to boil like boiling water.
"Sanskrit God, you seem to have misunderstood. Your trouble is not that you have enemies all over the world, but that... you face... enemies like me!!!"
Gu Xuantong followed his extremely wild laughter, and nineteen black cloud pillars emerged from the cloud tide toward the higher sky.
Nineteen cloud pillars gathered in an arc shape above the Sanskrit God, forming a huge cloud cage.
Above the cage, the purple Taoist Master is sitting on it.
"Huh? Let me see, the "Shaoyun Divine Method" used in "Tao and Forbidden Heavenly Book" in conjunction with "Xuan Zhi You Xuan"."
"You stole the [Dongxuan Sect]'s secret technique again."
Even in this situation, the Sanskrit God's voice was still calm and without any emotion, just as if he was looking at the mountains and rivers and the clouds and smoke.
What answered him was the strong forbidden power emanating from the black cloud and smoke prison.
"No, this is the secret skill given to me by [Dongxuan Sect]!"
The Jade Emperor Sect's secret art "Tao Forbidden Heavenly Book" is paired with the Dongxuan sect's secret art "Xuanzhi Youxuan". The combined force of the two Taoist forbidden secrets has produced a stronger qualitative change.
Under its restraining power, even the rushing rivers will stop.
However, the Sanskrit God seemed not to be affected at all...
"Is it because of that child that you want to ban me so much?"
The Sanskrit God's voice was not threatening, but it made Gu Xuantong feel bad.
Dressed in white, the Liguo god slowly turned his gaze to the battlefield below.
The Xuanjian Division, the Zhenwu Hall... all parties were unable to make any movements under the battle between two martial arts experts, and it was difficult to even make a sound.
On the vast plain, the only thing that echoed... was the clatter of horse hooves as Han Feng rode [Lingxu Stepping on the Sky] galloping towards him.
Han Feng held the reins in his hand and carried the Jinghai Sword on his back. He was silent all the way, but rode the red horse all the way to the city gate of Yuchenjing.
Rushing all the way into the battlefield between Xuanjian Division and Zhenwu Hall, Han Feng didn't stop at all. Whenever anyone blocked the way, Han Feng would just pull up the reins and let [Lingxu Tayu] leap high and climb over.
Obstacles ahead.
This scene is like a general launching his last silent charge on the battlefield of a subjugated country.
"Then, let's verify it."
The Sanskrit God looked at Han Feng, smiled slightly, stretched out a finger, and tapped lightly.
The huge force was like the sky falling, breaking through the restrictions of Gu Xuantong's dark prison and attacking Han Feng below!
"Are you looking down on me, Sanskrit God!!"
Gu Xuantong was immediately angry, and a series of explosions occurred in the sky, and giant pillars of black cloud rushed out one after another, hitting the invisible power of the Sanskrit God.
However, Gu Xuantong can only weaken the Sanskrit God's moves, but cannot stop them...
Han Feng below was facing even a residual force that could be fatal!
Han Feng, who was on horseback, felt the endless pressure coming from the sky, and didn't pay any attention to it. He just held the reins and rode the horse.
The ancient scroll of prayer flags unfolds on its own behind, and the energy of nine-colored clouds and smoke transforms into nine haloes, forming a huge ornate mirror.
Across mid-air, the two collided violently.
The huge roar produced by the collision of extraordinary powers made the warriors on the battlefield unable to help but cover their ears.
Then, the nine-color halo surrounded Han Feng like a soul, making Han Feng look like a god from ancient war myths.
No one could believe that this young man coming on horseback could actually block the power of an innate man like this.
Even if it was just a random blow, even if it was resisted by Gu Xuantong with all his life... it was too incredible.
Meng Yuqi looked at this figure in a daze, and then shouted with tears in her eyes:
"Brother Han!! It's Brother Han!!"
Gu Yunzhou had been stabbed in the abdomen with a spear by the warlord of the Zhenwu Hall. He was covering the wound that was still bleeding, his eyes were slightly blurred, and he looked at the back of the figure galloping across the battlefield.
It felt like I was back in the bloody space of Yanhua City, looking at the purple-clothed back.
"Han Feng...you are here..."
The Xuanjian Division was already shocked by the invincible power of the Sanskrit God and almost lost their will to fight.
But because the young man came on horseback and blocked the Sanskrit God's move, his will to fight seemed to be rekindled!
"It's Han holding the sword!!"
"Han Zhijian is here!!"
"Han Zhijian has dealt with Wusheng Old Mother. With him, even the Sanskrit God is not invincible!!"
One after another, the Xuanjian Division disciples wearing black and white robes once again stood up with swords in hand.
Han Feng rushed under the city wall of Yuchenjing, turned over and dismounted, and slapped [Lingxu Tayu] hard, causing the red horse to gallop away from the battlefield.
He stood under the city wall, in front of the huge Jade Chenjing, surrounded by nine-colored clouds and smoke, and pulled out a long sword from the void.
The invisible and qualityless sword exists between heaven and earth, changing with the hearts of the world, and piercing the dawn of the dark night.
This is the sword worn by Lord Huaixu, the head of the Xuanjian Division - [Heavenly Punishment]!
Holding the Heavenly Punishment in hand, Han Feng danced his sword among the nine-color clouds and smoke, causing the six qi of heaven and earth to change. At the same time, the dense nine-color clouds also began to infect the entire Yuchenjing space.
Seeing this, the Sanskrit God understood clearly in his heart and slowly raised his hand.
"In this case, I can't just sit back and watch."
But at this moment, the Sanskrit God felt his body sink. Gu Xuantong actually used the calamity cloud to reunite his body and hugged the Sanskrit God from behind.
The Sanskrit God's face darkened:
"Let go, you let me smell your vulgar and stupid scent!"
"Hahahahahahaha! Sanskrit God, please open your eyes!"
Gu Xuantong laughed wildly, absorbing the energy of Zhou Tianshuangyun, and pulled the Sanskrit God with extreme strength to fall to the ground.
The Sanskrit God has achieved innate power and penetrates heaven and man. Even when he was pulled down from the sky by Gu Xuantong, he did not suffer any harm and did not need any unloading force. There was no trace of damage at his feet when he fell from a high altitude.
"you……"
As soon as the Sanskrit God said a word, a mighty cry of death was heard.
Thousands of people from the Xuanjian Division, from top to bottom, simultaneously launched a life-or-death charge against the Sanskrit God!
"Rush! Buy time for Han Zhijian!"
"Before I die, Sanskrit God, don't even think about hurting anyone else!"
At the same time, under the gate of Yuchen Capital, the sound of prayers Han Feng recited while dancing his sword seemed to blend into the world, shaking hundreds of miles!
"In the past, at the beginning of the prehistoric period, there was chaos, the five elements were not in operation, and the two suns were not clear. One of them stood upright, whether there was a voice or not. The god emperor came out to control, and then judged the turbid and clear, established the sky and the earth, and all living things came to life!"