Chapter 65 64. The Supreme Weapon
"Xi Huang, time is running out." Someone advised.
They were born for a short time with the help of the completely revived world, but they could only stand on this unstable land in space, and relied on the domain expanded by the emperor for a while.
The Tin Emperor's domain has begun to shrink and will not last long.
"Master Yuchai Shunde only asked us to bring back the creatures you saw when you came that day. It can end now."
The man nodded.
He glanced at the talented junior who was almost killed by the bloody golden mastiff, and frowned slightly.
The blood-red sword on his back was unsheathed, and the man's figure disappeared.
The golden mastiff roared, was severely injured, and was almost dead, but it could still kill with its head held high! The man in scarlet robes descended from the sky with a sword, and chopped off his limbs with one sword, silencing his burning energy in an instant.
The golden mastiff lost the support of its limbs and fell to the ground. Its head, as big as a mountain, was pressed into the mud. There were blood foam and broken internal organs between its teeth.
But its eyes were still fierce, and it stared fixedly at the man holding the sword in front of it, its huge eyes filled with bloodshot eyes and ferocious pupils.
His teeth rubbed together, and a hellish roar rolled out of his throat.
"Humans, if we were in the same realm, your grandfather would kill you with just one palm of his hand, smearing you into a bloody mess that even your own father would not be able to recognize!"
"Ah... With your expression, you don't have me at home, right? That's such a pity, after all, your own boy was also slaughtered... Haha! Hahaha!"
The man's face was expressionless, he just spread his hands, and the bloody sword levitated on its own.
"Did you know that the red dragon didn't need the same level to kill you that day? I'm afraid you'd die if you went to find him now..."
It was quiet.
The bloody long sword was put into its sheath, the huge tongue like a straw mat fell down, and the man's sleeves and robes moved to put it in.
"Xihuang, this..." The figure from before fell to the ground, looking troubled.
"The tongue is very clever. Cut it off and put it back to make tea."
The man didn't even look back. Just when he was waiting for others to collect the golden mastiff, his expression froze slightly. He raised his head and his face showed a bit of heaviness.
"Heavenly calamity!" he whispered.
The thick dark clouds that gathered contained astonishing murderous intent. Even the emperor dared not say that he was safe and sound among them, and this calamity cloud was getting worse. Black clouds cover the mountains in the center of Kunlun, boundless. The previous reminder from others was not an ordinary weather change, but a gathering of heavenly calamities. However, he had expanded his domain and isolated himself from the outside world, so he did not sense this terrible calamity cloud in advance.
What kind of creature can trigger a calamity cloud of this level?
I would like to ask how many of the Jiuzhou Prodigies encountered such overwhelming calamity when they were going through the calamity?
Xi Huang was silent, he couldn't do it.
But he is an old emperor who has been in the Extreme Palace Realm for five hundred years. If he can't do it, then their descendants can? Their orthodoxy was sealed in the small world they opened up, and the growth of their offspring did not go through a life-and-death struggle at all. Practitioners who grew up in a peaceful environment were not necessarily weak, but those monster-like demons were not enough to face the reality.
How to stay safe in this world?
It is still up to them to carve out a piece of land for future generations.
Throwing down a bottle of healing elixir in front of the injured young disciple, Xi Huang still looked indifferent.
"Just divide it up, three for each person."
Someone next to me was very surprised to see the elixir bottle.
"Xihuang's Yunqi Pill is of great use to Yang Shen realm powers. Isn't it too extravagant for these disciples to have three pills each?"
"What?" The man turned back. "Are you questioning this emperor?"
"In the future, our orthodoxy will be established in the nine states of the present world, not by the younger generation, but by us who are old and stagnant on the road? Or, do you still have contempt for the creatures of the nine states in the present world? Dare I tell you what will happen to you when the incarnation comes that day? Jiaolong, the Yangshen realm is invincible, almost equal to the legendary Zhoutian Ten Categories. Let's see if you can easily surrender that golden mastiff. You are the Yangshen. It is only in the pseudo-god realm, but believe it or not. It can kill you and walk on blood?”
No one else said anything, everything the man said was true.
Without caring about the expressions of others, Xihuang made a hand with his fingers and his eyes shimmered.
"The catastrophe is coming, and it will make this world extremely scary. My domain won't last long, so I'm ready to take over."
"Yes!" everyone responded.
Xihuang spread his hands, and an ancient token engraved with a hairpin and an orchid appeared in his palm.
The moment the spirit was injected into it, it seemed as if something awakened outside the world, looking down at the world through this token.
Lightning suddenly appeared, and part of the terrible calamity aura descended over Xi Huang who was holding the token. The sky and the earth were dark for a moment, and only by being shrouded by this calamity cloud could one truly experience the horror of the death calamity. Under the pressure of Huanghuang Tianwei, it was difficult for the great masters of the Yang God Realm to stand, let alone the juniors who had not condensed the golden body of the soul. His face was pale and there was no trace of blood on his face.
Only one person assumed the same position as Jie Yun.
It’s the Tin Emperor!
The man remained motionless, waiting for the token to activate.
Branch-like lightning struck down from the sky and the earth, turning the mountains into gorgeous black and white!
Thousands of lightnings rose into the sky, their power was as powerful as a prison.
But the ancient monks here have disappeared, and the remaining blood-stained land was annihilated under the lightning.
…………
The huge red creature was bathed in thunder light.
The iron scales snap together layer by layer, old scales explode, and new scales fill in.
The dense death aura fell on his body, seeming to kill him.
But the golden sword surrounding him cut through the calamity aura cleanly and neatly, and the inscribed seal text became deeper and deeper under the aura of calamity.
The blue bird sat speechless on the water of Yaochi.
The birth of the Supreme Weapon brings about the supreme calamity. If you are an ordinary person, you may be praying that the Supreme Weapon can withstand this calamity safely, otherwise the holder and the mark on the Supreme Weapon will turn into ashes. The Supreme Weapon will become a material again, and the wielder will have no chance of surviving under the mismatched calamity.
But Chijiao didn't think so.
Before he could go through the tribulation, he wanted to use the tribulation energy induced by the supreme weapon to baptize his body.
The forged sword swam in the calamity light with him, crazy and wanton. The sword body, which was originally an ordinary size, was filled with sunlight, like small golden fish surrounding the body of a dragon. This guy also took away the big bronze cauldron. The cauldron was hung above the head of the ferocious dragon, bathed in the aura of calamity, and part of the mythical true spirit he carved before stabilizing it. The little deer stood on the bronze cauldron with its head raised, and the living body constructed by the seal script became more and more solid.
No wonder Wushou Kunlun Jade fell in love with the red dragon. Her former arrogance was gone, and she wanted to follow the red dragon. These two were simply stinking... ah no, they had the same interest.
"Roar!"
The dragon roared with a green thunder light all over his body, and the vast and ancient aura filled the air with his roar.
The lightning is dying, and after death comes life.
(End of chapter)