"The emperor established the yin and yang, created the universe, the gods gave birth to the seven political affairs, the essence light, the circle covered the square, and it was a sign of good things. I dare to just repay you, and worship and recommend the emperor as the emperor."
Han Feng's chanting echoed in the nine-colored clouds and smoke, and this huge cloud and smoke was like a link connecting heaven and earth, spreading these blessings related to heaven and earth to the entire world.
I heard everything inside and outside Yuchenjing.
The Sanskrit God stood on the ground and originally wanted to stop Han Feng first, but was hugged tightly by Gu Xuantong.
The disciples of the Xuanjian Division rushed forward one after another and launched a charge towards the Sanskrit God.
"Sanskrit God, you monster must be punished!"
A row of Hanging Sword Commanders and Guardsmen were closest to the Sanskrit God and rushed to him as quickly as possible.
However, a single act of bravery is not enough to bridge the vast differences in martial arts realm.
The Sanskrit God looked forward indifferently, his eyes mocking:
"You think your courage can do a lot, but in fact, apart from moving yourself...it is useless at all...This is the stupid mediocre people, which is the so-called worldliness."
Then he turned his head and said to Gu Xuantong:
"Do you understand?"
There was a loud bang, a huge vibration that shook the world, and for an instant it covered up Han Feng's voice chanting the heaven and earth sacrifices.
The invincible innate power exploded, completely impacting Gu Xuantong's body, shattering him into pieces and completely turning him into ashes.
Then the clouds surged in the sky, and Gu Xuantong was about to be reborn again.
But he saw the Sanskrit God with his right hand raised high, looking like an ancient Qi practitioner refining wind and rain.
Rolling innate power poured into Gu Xuantong's calamity cloud in an endless stream.
The black cloud tide was affected and surged more violently, but due to the interference of the innate true energy, Gu Xuantong was unable to resurrect from the disaster cloud for a while...
"Although the "Shaoyun Divine Technique" is indeed an unparalleled miraculous skill of Taoism, but...if you don't achieve innateness in one day, you won't be able to face me."
The Sanskrit God spoke slowly, as if he didn't care about the disciples of the Xuanjian Division who were rushing towards him.
When many disciples came within ten feet of the body of the Sanskrit God, as soon as they stepped in, they were subjected to terrifying pressure of true energy.
Innate beings in the human world are like gods and demons to mortal beings. It is difficult for mortals to even look up when they are close to them.
The Sanskrit God did not fully open his force field, but he made it impossible for people to get close to him.
"People in the world can only use their hands to help others, but they are good at moving themselves."
"Your stupidity exudes a strong rancid smell."
The Sanskrit God no longer cared about Xuan Jian Si's charge against him, but slowly raised his feet and walked slowly towards Han Feng.
Immediately, the god in white stopped talking, pursed his lips, and slowly approached Han Feng.
The pace is neither slow nor fast, and the expression is calm.
The Xuanjian Division disciples rushed towards the Sanskrit God fearlessly, but they could only be forced to kneel to the ground by the innate force field.
Although his life was not taken away, the mental humiliation was even more hurtful.
"You villain, don't even think about taking another step forward!"
The five sword masters came to fight, and the five divine swords worked together to exert a power beyond the five people alone. The five sword lights merged and stood between the Sanskrit God and Han Feng, releasing a terrifying force towards the Sanskrit God.
Sword light!
However, the Sanskrit God just waved his sleeves, and the invisible innate true energy seemed to open a space-time rift that swallowed everything... The sword energy of the Five Sword Masters was completely swallowed up in an instant.
"Evildoers? Good and evil...who decides?"
The Sanskrit God slowly asked the question, and then, his gaze suddenly became deep when he looked at the five people.
The innate power explodes with the gaze, causing terrifying destructive power invisibly.
Five people joined forces, but were blown away by a look...
Sanskrit God did not continue to pursue, but raised his feet and slowly walked towards the Yuchen capital where Han Feng was...
"The book of rites and slanders is recommended, the emperor and the gods enjoy it, the dance is completed, 90% has been done, the emperor has given me a blessing,... gods and men congratulate me, praise the emperor, the treasure is called Tai, there is no end to it.
Measure, it will always be high and thick, the ruler will be in charge for a long time, the humble ministers will bow their heads, and you will be bathed in the light of grace."
Among the nine-colored clouds and smoke, Han Feng, who was dancing with the [Heavenly Punishment Sword] in his hand, had read the prayer to the end, and his sword dance slowed down, preparing to stop.
At this time, the Sanskrit God slowly approached, seeming to want to kill Xuan Jian Si's last hope.
"Sanskrit God!! Don't even think about taking a step forward."
Chu Lao, who had been knocked down from the sky by the Sanskrit God before, endured his injuries and rushed in front of the Sanskrit God. He waved the black sword in his hand and vowed to stop the Sanskrit God's advance.
The Sanskrit God raised his eyebrows, seeming to be concerned about the person in front of him.
"It turns out to be Mr. Chu. What a pity."
The Sanskrit God sighed lightly and tapped his fingers.
The innate power suddenly exploded, like the most powerful terror in the world.
However, facing such an impending situation, Mr. Chu actually retreated step by step.
An old figure appeared in front of Yuchenjing, covered in blood and smiling palely.
"I will smile to the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact!"
As he saw blood oozing all over his body, his martial arts aura unexpectedly increased again, erupting into a martial arts spirit far beyond what he had before.
An extremely powerful demon-suppressing totem slowly appeared behind the old man, and it resisted the attack of the Sanskrit God...
The old man's legs sank into the ground, and the surrounding ground sank two feet...but...it was blocked after all.
In front of this scene, Xuanjian Division and even Zhenwu Hall were all moved.
"Sir, you are strong...but it's just a worldly self-impression. What can you win?"
"I will never let you take another step forward!"
A girl ran over from the battlefield. Although her martial arts realm was very high, she still stood firmly between Han Feng and the Sanskrit God, trying to block the white-clothed god.
"Yuqi!"
Gu Yunzhou, Guo Qinhan and others chased after him.
He looked at the nine-colored cloud where Han Feng was, and then looked at the Sanskrit God. He showed his will to fight to the death and placed it in front of the Sanskrit God.
When everyone in the Xuanjian Division saw this, they rushed over one after another. Since they couldn't get close to the Sanskrit God, they blocked his way forward!
Even if it means death! It will make his road a little rougher!
“What do you want to prove??”
The Sanskrit God finally didn't understand. He slowly raised his hand, transformed into invisible innate palm power, fell from the sky, and slowly pressed it down.
This palm is the final chapter of robbing life.
Although Han Feng in the clouds and smoke has been chanting blessings and controlling the essence of heaven and earth transformed by Jiuli Miasma, he can still sense the external situation. Seeing the actions of everyone for the Sanskrit God, he can't help but feel moved.
I tried my best to speed up the movement of Nine Colored Clouds, but in the end it couldn't.
At this time, a gentle man's voice sounded in Han Feng's ears.
"You came all the way. Thank you for your hard work. Now let me bear some of the burden for you... Be prepared. You will have greater difficulties to deal with later..."
Listening to the voice in his ears, Han Feng knew that he had finally caught up after running all the way.
The Sanskrit God's innate palm slowly fell down, and was about to end the lives of everyone in the Xuanjian Division.
Suddenly, the heaven and earth, Feiquan, Hangzhou and other six qi rioted.
A sword light descended from the sky, unexpectedly breaking the innate palm energy.
And the Sanskrit God finally took a step back.bdshare();