Super Dimensional Martial Immortal - #457 - Chapter 454: 【Zhen Guo Zhen Wu Xuan Tian God】

  Chapter 454 [Zhenguo Zhenwu Xuantian God]

  The Fuso Empire closest to Damin was the most miserable. The [Rising Sun] totem that had just stabilized was blown up again. In the base camp, the Emperor Fuso was shocked, and slowly sat down on the dragon chair, falling into a long silence.

  However, his seemingly calm and indifferent reaction made all the ministers’ hearts skip a beat, with an ominous premonition rising faintly.

   “Your Majesty, are you okay?”

   Did not answer the concerns of the courtiers, Emperor Fuso’s bloodshot pupils looked fiercely at a man who was as beautiful as a woman.

  ”In the endless sea of ​​blood, the sky is supported by pillars of bones, and the shadow of death is churning in the sea of ​​blood. We stare at death, and death is also staring at us…Yang Xigong, I seem to understand who you saw back then…”

   “That’s not Damin at all, that’s… Zhao Yinshun!”

  The turbulent blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but Emperor Fusang seemed not to notice it, and took off the national artifact [Qiong Gouyu] from his chest, and slowly handed it to Abe Yangxi.

   “Yang Xigong, I am not reconciled!”

   “The prosperity of the imperial kingdom was blocked by one person, and the whole world was distorted and tampered with by his power alone. I am not reconciled!!”

  The angry eyes widened, and the heart-piercing growl was like a dying beast. The creatures in the entire Fusang Kingdom felt an inexplicable sadness.

   “Look at it again! Look at it again! Let’s see what the future of the empire will look like!”

   Staring at the Zhenguo treasure that was handed to him, Abe Yangxi struggled for a moment, and after a long time showed a poignant smile of relief, and respectfully took [Qiong Gouyu].

   “Follow the order.”

  Holding the simple and mysterious Zhenguo artifact in his chest, the greatest onmyoji in Fusang country floated in the void, and slowly closed his eyes.

   Burning spirituality and soul without reservation, pouring endless divinity into [Qiong Gouyu], following the link of Fusang National Fortune to peek into the chaotic and disordered future.

  Mysterious and mysterious spirituality traveled through the long river of time with difficulty, cleared the fog, and peeked into the tip of the iceberg of the future.

   But with just a fleeting glance, the powerful onmyoji at the peak of the eighth rank was struck by lightning, and black and viscous blood gushed out from the seven orifices at the same time, soaking the beautiful and feminine face like an evil ghost.

   “Mr. Yang Xi, what is the future of the imperial kingdom?”

  Hearing the impatient inquiry in his ear, Abe Yangxi opened his eyes, and met the eyes of hope and prayer.

  However, Abe Yangxi just shook his head sadly, and projected a shocking and terrifying picture in the hall with his divine sense.

  In the vast void of the universe, a circling and wriggling five-clawed golden dragon burst out with magnificent flames like the sun, and opposite the golden dragon, a pyramid entrenched in the center of the black hole filled with black light, devouring all matter within its range.

  The supreme divinities of the two sides erode and rub against each other, and under the two symbols is a trembling “tiny” planet.

   Raising a wry smile, Abe Yangxi saluted the emperor calmly.

   “As you can see, the future belongs to the struggle between the two supreme beings. Fusang is powerless and has no right to intervene in it. We can only prostrate at the feet of the new king and wait for the judgment of fate…”

  Hearing this, the emperor seemed to have had his bones removed, and collapsed on the dragon chair powerlessly, nodding his head to the miserable Abe Yangxi with difficulty.

   “Mr. Yang Xi has worked hard.”

   Nodding calmly in return, Abe Yangxi looked around and sighed with some nostalgia.

   Afterwards, faint mist particles evaporated from his face, and the whole person slowly melted, completely disappearing into the void.

   “Yang Xigong!”

  Several Yinyangliao disciples sighed sadly, and subconsciously reached out their hands to stop his demise, but the melted mist particles had no substance at all, and slipped through their fingers without a sound.

   Pata~

  The national artifact [Qiong Gouyu] fell to the ground, revealing a deep crack. Emperor Fuso looked at the natal artifact that accompanied him all his life from a distance, and closed his eyes regretfully.

   “I am not reconciled to the fact that the empire’s hegemony was suppressed by one person!!”

  Accompanied by a shrill roar, Emperor Fuso spat out a mouthful of blood and completely lost his breath.

   At the same time, the dispute over national destiny at the symbolic level has also reached a fever pitch.

  The majestic and brutal five-clawed golden dragon is outnumbered, and does not lose the wind at all. The gold-plated scales emitting colorful aura are like an insurmountable barrier, smashing the minions of various countries time and time again.

   And realizing that the [Rising Sun] of the Fusang Empire has completely disappeared, the hearts of all countries are enlightened, and there is a faint desolation of the death of a rabbit and a fox.

   Sensing that their arrogance was extinguished, the five-clawed golden dragon stopped its attack, restrained its body, and slowly entrenched itself into a symbolic posture of seeing the head but not the end.

  In a trance, a touch of purple-gold spirituality shot out from between the golden dragon’s brows, condensing into an incomparably handsome boy in white clothes.

  The same pair of purple-gold vertical pupils looked around the universe, and there was a playful smile in the cruel and fierce eyes.

  Raising his left hand, a warm and beautiful jade seal materialized in Zhao Yinshun’s palm, stretching towards the totems of various countries like a dog.

   “The Chuan Guo Yuxi is in my hand, do you want it?”

  The condensed body of the supreme destiny is the temptation from the source of the soul to the monarchs of all countries. The greedy and distorted black light floods in the eyes, and the totems of various countries rush towards it uncontrollably.

  嗡~

   Stretching out his hand to grasp falsely, the destructive divinity condensed and ended in Zhao Yinshun’s palm, turning into a gorgeous long sword that cannot be looked directly at.

  【Youhuang Zhu Shenjian】!

   Raising his hand and slashing, a hair-thin black thread swept across the void, cutting off concept condensed bodies with a size of thousands of miles.

   “Woo~~”

  The miserable screams echoed over the entire planet, and more than 20 monarchs of the empire spurted out a mouthful of blood. The strange black light in their eyes slowly faded away, replaced by a deep-rooted fear, and… Confusion.

Why?

  Why can the power of one person suppress many empires, even rival the entire world?

  He is not the [Emperor] of the Central Empire, he is just a warrior!

   Fortunately, the national destiny of the old empire is not as fragile as that of Fusang. The totem of the country that collapsed soon was rebuilt, and looked at the white-clothed boy suspended between the golden dragon’s eyebrows in horror and fear.

  Feeling the fear in their hearts, the handsome and picturesque young man raised the corners of his mouth high.

   “Don’t you want to carve up and dismember me?”

   “My destiny is here, come!”

   Holding a sword in one hand and a seal in the other, Zhao Yinshun held up the [Jade Seal of Chuan Kingdom] in his hand, mocking unabashedly.

  The restless black light surged again, but this time no country rushed forward foolishly, and just stared at him with resentful and hungry eyes.

   Seeing this, Zhao Yinshun sneered coldly.

   “It’s useless to give you a chance!”

   “A group of ants.”

   In front of the nations, the white-clothed boy took back the jade seal of the Chuanguo, and his whole body glowed with a strong divine light.

  In the dark, the sky trembled, and the avenue moved accordingly, and a mysterious message spread across the whole world in an instant.

   “Reshaping China, suppressing all nations, you complete the canonization ceremony, your rank is promoted, and you get a special sequence LV.9—[Zhenguo Zhenwu Xuantian God].”

  The mysterious and obscure avenue of origin merges into the soul and flesh, and the empty and vast sight penetrates time and space, looking directly at the highest apex above the dimension.

   In a trance, the forgotten memories reappeared in his mind, and Zhao Yinshun once again recalled the indescribable original place.

  I stepped on the ladder and climbed up to the highest step by step, it seems… I can already touch Him…

   Subconsciously stretched out his hand, but a strange and distorted black light blocked Zhao Yinshun’s exploration.

  【Capital】

  Tenth order!

  He blocks the higher ladders, prevents the lower ones from advancing…

  Enlightened, Zhao Yinshun looked around at the frightened totems of the great powers, and slowly closed his eyes.

  In an instant, the golden dragon across the universe took a defensive posture, and the gilded divine light around it solidified and condensed time and space, forming an indestructible and invincible barrier.

   Immediately, the spiritual dimension was reduced, and the boy in white in the material world opened his eyes, falling straight to the earth like a falling meteor.

  In the dark, as if a star fell from the sky, a majestic and majestic sense of oppression enveloped the earth, and the creatures with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles felt the awe and fear from the soul.

  唰~

  Four well-known figures stood in the void, looking up at the boy in white who descended to the earth.

  Gloomy eyes swept over his feet, and seeing a familiar face in a platinum robe, Zhao Yinshun suddenly realized and sneered.

   “It turned out to be a ninth-level saint. No wonder Shizun and Yani combined were no match for you… Pei Shilunsi…”

   There was a slight pause in the voice, and the corner of the boy in white raised his mouth coldly.

   “Or, should I call your real name—Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse Plague?”

   Immediately, Zhao Yinshun looked at the three figures beside him.

   [War] in a blood-red robe, [Famine] in a dark green robe, and [Death] in a black robe.

  Hearing this, the man as handsome as a sun **** shook his head, didn’t answer, just sighed.

   “Da Min has no way, and the artifact is easier, this is the destiny!”

   “The emperor suppressed a country with the power of one person, and he has reached the pinnacle of martial arts, but… martial arts have their limits. Why would the emperor use martial arts to defy the sky and defy the destiny?”

  Hearing this, Zhao Yinshun snorted and laughed.

   “You ridiculous ants are discussing destiny with me?”

“Ridiculous!”

  Watching the Excalibur of Destruction in his hand, the young man in fluttering white clothes raised his sword high, like a **** judging all living beings, looking down on the earth mercilessly.

  The chaotic black light full of all colors bloomed in the sword body, and the endless destructive divinity escaped, making the creatures within tens of thousands of miles feel the doomsday.

   “My heart is the heart of heaven, and my meaning is the will of heaven!”

   “I am the destiny!”

  In the majestic and terrifying whispers, the Dark Destruction Excalibur fell, and the ruthless black light spread across the earth. Wherever it passed, mountains, rivers and rivers were all silently erased.

  The terrifying divine nature of destruction has been radiating nearly a thousand miles away, and the millions of coalition forces within the range did not even scream, and melted silently into the chaotic black light.

  With a sweep of the sword, only the four-color divine flame wrapped in the sword gang remained on the ground.

   Soon, the law of the destruction of the holy place in Jiangang was wiped out, revealing the dignified faces of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

   Their eyes fixed on Zhao Yinshun, but their eyes followed his body, and saw a golden dragon stretching for millions of miles in a deeper dimension.

   “Evil dragon who doesn’t believe in my lord, I give you [War] to kill a quarter of the creatures on this land!”

  The law of the holy position condensed into a bright red long knife at the symbolic level. The war knight wearing a blood-colored robe stimulated his divinity, and the dark red knife light instantly slashed towards the golden dragon.

  The sinister conceptual battle is projected into reality, and the sea of ​​bloody evil that stretches for hundreds of thousands of kilometers manifests and spreads, centering on the front line of Yangzhou and spreading towards the entire Damin.

  Condensed into a materialized red cloud covering the sky, the blood visible to the naked eye covered the whole world, as if dragging the material world into a chaotic and disordered deep dimension.

  Distortions and distortions that mortals cannot comprehend gradually appeared, blood was soaked in the khaki-yellow earth, and the rushing river became viscous and red, like surging blood plasma.

  As far as the eye can see, there is only scarlet left in sight, and the strange smell of blood is crazily drilled into the nose, as if invisible blood penetrates into the lungs, trying to drown people.

  At the same time, in the Great Hall of the [Old King’s Court] located deep in the Forbidden City, hundreds of gods headed by Xiong Zhangming sat on the throne, unreservedly pouring their divinity into a scroll of ancient and clumsy bamboo slips.

   “Soldiers, the major affairs of the country, the place of death and life, the way of survival, must be investigated.”

  Among the uniform murmurs, the sacred object of the town [Sun Tzu’s Art of War] burst into soft and mysterious light.

  In an instant, a simple and mysterious scroll was condensed and formed on the spiritual level, and the colorful holy light and the bright red long knife were not inferior to each other.

  The terrifying vision stopped spreading, and the remaining three Apocalypse Knights glanced at each other. Pei Shilunsi, who was wearing a platinum robe, reached out and took out a huge twisted and weird longbow from the void.

   “Dragon who doesn’t believe in my lord, I will give you [Plague] to kill a quarter of the creatures on this land!”

  Take the bow and draw the string, and a strange and distorted arrow pierces through time and space, shooting at the five-clawed golden dragon at the conceptual level.

   At the same time, in the [Old King’s Court], hundreds of gods of medicine and Taoism headed by Zhang Kangsheng exhaled a foul breath, and the golden light of merit and virtue bloomed infinitely.

   “A hundred poisons will not invade, and there is no way to kill evil!”

  嗡~

  The five-clawed golden dragon’s body surfaced with a layer of golden light of seven-color merit, and the sinister arrow was melted into nothingness before it approached.

  Seeing that the two companions returned without success, the man in the dark green robe stood up, holding a strange scale in his hand.

   “Dragon who doesn’t believe in my lord, I will give you [Famine] to kill a quarter of the creatures on this land!”

   One end of the weird scale began to decline slowly, but a group of farm gods headed by He Li in [Old King’s Court] made a decisive move, sprinkling all kinds of crops that exude colorful light.

   “Prosperity and well-being, ample food and clothing.”

  All kinds of grains, seeds, and mulberry silkworm phantoms fell to the other end of the scale, flattening the originally unbalanced scale beam little by little.

  Seeing this, the Apocalypse Knight wearing a dark robe finally stood up and took out a long and narrow sickle.

   “Dragon who doesn’t believe in my lord, I give you [Death], kill a quarter of the creatures on this land!”

  However, before the sickle was swung down, a majestic phantom with a human head and a snake body instantly condensed, swaying colorful and gorgeous divinity, completely melting the light of death attached to the sickle.

   “The creation of yin and yang is endless.”

  (end of this chapter)