Ji Tianzun, the Eternal God Emperor

Chapter 199 The divine weapon slaughters the city by one person

In the 30 years of dark war, even the soil outside Chikong City had turned pitch black, whether it was stained with blood or burned by the flames of war.

The extremely strong Rakshasa evil energy gathered in the sky and formed thousands of miles of evil clouds. When a third-class Marquis of the Rakshasa tribe saw the 37 Rakshasa tribe war corpses behind Zhang Ji, substantial anger emerged in his eyes.

"You're so brave, go to hell."

The war spear in the third-class marquis's hand was fully activated by him. Six thousand lines of destructive force wrapped the war spear and he threw it with all his strength.

The war spear was getting closer and closer in Zhang Ji's eyes, and soon it was in front of him. He stretched out his palm and connected with the war spear.

The Holy Saint's full blow sent smoke and dust rising into the sky for miles around, and cracks spread across the earth.

The creatures in the ancestral spirit world in the formation under the city wall looked in horror at the third-class Marquis of the Rakshasa tribe who had struck this blow, and fell to their knees one by one, as if they were worshiping gods.

Some of the older monks from the ancestral spirit world knelt on the ground and looked quietly in Zhang Ji's direction from the corner of their eyes.

They have seen the world before the Rakshasa clan came to the ancestral spirit world, they have seen the prosperous times, and they also have a general idea of ​​Zhang Ji's identity and origin.

A strong man in the Holy Realm fell outside Chikong City just like he had in the past 30 years.

Just like the monks from the ancestral spirit world in the past, they had no power to fight back in the hands of the Rakshasa clan, and were easily crushed into a plate of blood.

In the air, the third-class Marquis of the Rakshasa tribe who took action sensed something was wrong. His battle spear was cut off from him. How could this be possible?

Before the smoke and dust dispersed, the war spear carrying the evil aura of Rakshasa flew back from the smoke and dust, carrying the power of darkness, reaching its peak.

Before the third-class Marquis of the Rakshasa tribe could recover, his own war spear pierced his body, and the power of darkness instantly eroded his holy soul.

A shrill scream sounded in the air. He held his head in both hands and flapped his bone wings with all his strength, but the breath of life was rapidly weakening.

"presumptuous!"

Angry sounds came from the city, and then a powerful Rakshasa aura rose into the sky, flew to the side of the third-class marquis, and shot out the evil Rakshasa aura, trying to remove the dark power from his body, but he just As soon as he took action, the power of darkness had completely swallowed up the holy soul of the third-class marquis, and his body was smashed towards the ground in the city.

The Rakshasa who wanted to save the third-class Marquis was filled with Rakshasa evil energy, which was as dark as his mood.

He is the chief general of the Rakshasa clan in Chikong City, the first-class marquis Tianwuhou.

"Crazy guy, if you dare to come to Chikong City, no matter which realm of monk you are, you will die today. Kill him for me."

The Wrathful Marquis roared and ordered, and thousands of Rakshasa Marquises in the air took action at once, killing Zhang Ji who had just stepped out of the smoke.

There was no emotion in Zhang Ji's eyes, nor did he show the slightest fear when faced with Qian Sheng's attack.

He was holding a square-inch holy staff, and his level 55 spiritual power was fully revealed.

The Square Cun Holy Staff is an ancient artifact of the Immortal Vampire Clan. Its grade is not inferior to that of the Blue Sky Bow and White Sun Arrow. It is also a sacred weapon of spiritual power, and its rarity is even higher than that of the Blue Sky Bow and White Sun Arrow.

There is also space within a square inch. The person who refined the square inch holy staff was also a space monk.

Zhang Ji watched the Thousand Saints coming, swung out his staff, and muttered in a low voice: "Within a short distance, there is no light."

The space in front of him continued to distort, and the space above Chikong City also continued to distort. A black curtain fell, covering all the Rakshasa Marquis and Rakshasa army.

An invisible vortex flew high into the sky, and another invisible vortex appeared in front of Zhang Ji.

The vortex flying high into the sky sucked away all the light and heat between heaven and earth. All the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a thousand miles was sucked away by it. The power of heaven and earth was instantly sucked out and transformed into the energy that supported the night.

The vortex in front of Zhang Ji continued to expand, hundreds of feet, thousands of feet, and all the attacks made by Marquis Rakshasa were sucked into the folded space.

The Ancestral Spirit Realm is already torn apart. It is not as good as the original Qinglong Ruins Realm, and the space is extremely fragile.

Under the attack of thousands of saints, the space twisted by the power of space was completely torn and collapsed, forming a thousand-foot-long space crack that sucked in all matter.

Tiannuhou looked up at the dark sky, and then looked at the huge space crack outside Chikong City that spread to the edge of the city wall and stopped just before the stored rations.

"The way of space and the way of darkness, monks who master two eternal ways, how could such a genius be born in the Seven Realms of Shatuo."

The space cracks were quickly restored by the thin source of the world in the ancestral spirit world. A thousand-foot space crack was nothing to the Southern Continent that spanned thousands of miles and was still within the scope of repair.

Single-handedly, he was able to block the attacks of thousands of Rakshasa Marquises. This was simply a miraculous existence. Near Chikong City, the saints from the seven realms were amazed. In the Heavenly Court, the powerful men from all walks of life who were watching the battle were also shocked.

The Great Sage from the Ten Thousand City Realm suddenly stood up from the Holy Throne.

"When he first entered the realm of the Holy King of Spiritual Power, he was able to block the attack of Thousand Saints with the way of space. He is definitely not just an ordinary space monk. Could it be said that he is actually a space controller."

His eyes fell on the black sky in the battlefield mirror. Just looking at it with the naked eye, the power of darkness was pure to the extreme. Could it be...

On Chikong City, Tiannuhou was surprised by Zhang Ji's way of space, but he did not feel any fear.

He saw that Zhang Ji used his tyrannical mental power combined with his martial arts skills to unleash the previous attack.

The Holy King of Spiritual Power is indeed an extremely difficult opponent to deal with, but the five thousand Rakshasa Marquises and the 3000 million Rakshasa army in the city, not to mention the Holy King of Spiritual Power who has just broken through, are the pinnacle figures of the Holy King. All participated in the siege.

"You are indeed a person who can cultivate the way of space to this extent. However, even if you are the Holy King of Spiritual Power, how many attacks can you withstand with your spiritual power?"

A Rakshasa battle ax at the level of a sacred weapon with ten thousand patterns appeared in the hands of Marquis Tiannu, pointing directly at Zhang Ji.

Zhang Ji looked up at the sky full of Rakshasa. Under the dark sky, the Rakshasa's holy light was like a bright lamp.

Combining martial arts cultivation and spiritual power to fully activate the Way of Space and the Way of Darkness is indeed a huge consumption, even if his physique is better than the Supreme Perfect Physique, even if his Qi Sea is incomparably vast, even if the energy in his Sacred Heart is The quality of mental power far exceeds that of the same level.

But it can withstand at most ten blows. After ten blows, the mental power will be exhausted.

But he is not a turtle. He comes here wearing a turtle shell to be beaten.

"I don't know how many blows I can withstand, but I know that this city full of Rakshasa cannot withstand a single blow from me."

Zhang Ji's voice was not loud, but with the blessing of his holy way, it reached everyone's ears.

Tiannuhou was startled when he heard this, and looked at Zhang Ji with a weird look. Could he be crazy?

Zhang Ji drove the square inch holy staff into the dark sky, and the dark way combined with the space way. The dark holy form and the holy form of space, with the blessing of Zhang Ji's spiritual power, immobilized all the Rakshasa Marquis in the sky.

The Confucian holy book flew out of his body. It was extremely sacred. The leaves of the book turned automatically without wind, and the pages were turned.

The note with the word "Jie Zi" ignited into flames and turned into little golden rays of light that fell into the Confucian Holy Book.

The Holy Book of Confucianism was left by the Confucian ancestors and was controlled by the Confucian and Taoist gods of the past dynasties. It is the world's top sacred ancient artifact.

On the battlefield of merit, in addition to the power of the saints themselves, each realm can possess a divine weapon that contains a divine strike.

In addition to divine weapons, there are no restrictions on the battlefield of merit for war weapons that contain divine power and the power of the great sage, such as divine relics and ancient sage artifacts.

Whether a Holy Realm monk can use his own ability to activate the power and divine power of the Great Saint depends entirely on his ability.

The divine weapons of the Kunlun Realm were naturally not in Zhang Ji's hands, but when Emperor Wen handed Zhang Ji the Confucian Holy Book, the Jiezi note he left behind was also a holy talisman.

The grade of the holy talisman is not high, it is only the seventh level, corresponding to the saint, and does not violate the regulations of merit war.

There is no earth-shattering power, and the role it can play is simply to build a bridge between Zhang Ji and the Confucian Holy Book, or to create a lever.

The function of this lever is to allow Zhang Ji to use his own spiritual power to leverage the spiritual power left by the Confucian and Taoist sages in the Holy Book of Confucian Ancestors, and strike a blow comparable to a divine weapon.

In the Confucian holy book, figures of ancient saints and sages emerged one after another, and the ancient spiritual power seemed to have transcended the ages and arrived outside Chikong City.

An illusory guqin appeared, six feet long and with seven strings.

The guqin fell in front of Zhang Ji, as if it were real.

Zhang Ji stretched out his hand, placed his fingers on one of the strings, and gently plucked the strings.

In just an instant, the spiritual power in his Sacred Heart was drained.

An invisible sound wave sounded in the minds of the five thousand Rakshasa marquises and the 3000 million Rakshasa army in Chikong City.

"One soul-soothing sound can wipe out 3000 million Rakshasa."

Zhang Jina's voice, like the whisper of death, sounded in Tianwuhou's mind, and he felt as if his holy soul was about to burst.

After a moment, a black talisman in his Qi Sea shattered. This was a life-saving thing given by a great saint of the Rakshasa tribe. In other words, without this talisman, he would have died just now.

The dark sky shattered, and the sunlight once again fell into Chikong City and onto the body of Tianwuhou. He felt something was wrong. He looked back and saw that among the thousands of miles of evil clouds of Rakshasa, the figures of the Rakshasa clan had lost their life breath. It was like black raindrops falling towards the ground.

Tens of millions of blood energy and residual souls were sucked away by the two invisible whirlpools hanging in the air.

Marquis Tiannu knew that this was the way in which merit was calculated in the heavenly world.

After the two holy images collected all the remaining souls and blood, they flew back into Zhang Ji's body, and there were two more porcelain bottles in his hands.

His face was pale, and he could no longer activate the Fangcun Holy Staff and the Confucian Holy Book. The two spiritual power sacred tools converged their light and were put away by Zhang Ji, while he stood there.

The Marquis of Tiannu felt that he had just had a dream. There were 3000 million Rakshasa troops and five thousand Rakshasa marquises. In just an instant, he was the only one left.

That is definitely not the power that the man in blood robe in front of him can exert. It must be a divine weapon. Only one divine weapon can be brought into a world.

The Merit War lasted for three months. How could anyone use their biggest trump card, the God War Weapon, on the first day of the war together? The man in front of him was a lunatic. Such a lunatic would actually be selected by a world of gods to take charge of the God War. device.

Thinking of this, Tiannuhou no longer felt fear in his heart. It was not a shame to lose to a god's weapon. After all, it was a god who took action himself.

The person in front of him, the Holy King of Spiritual Power of the human race, who had exhausted his mental power by just firing the divine weapon, would pay the price of death for his actions just now.

The monks from the Seven Realms of Shatuo outside Chikong City were all shocked by Zhang Ji's feat of destroying the city alone. They also had the same idea in their hearts as the Marquis of Tianwu. The blow Zhang Ji just struck must have been Chi Yao from the Kunlun Realm. The divine weapon given to him by the Queen.Even dozens of saints in Kunlun Realm think so, and only Miying is confused about this.

Others may not know whose hands the divine weapons of the Kunlun Realm are in, but as a member of the world, she knows clearly that the divine weapons of the Kunlun Realm are not in the hands of Zhang Ji, but in the hands of Little Saint Heavenly King Wan. Trillions of hands.

However, Zhang Ji did not have a divine weapon, so how could he have been able to deliver the previous blow? Even if he was a holy king of spiritual power, even if he was respected by his peers and invincible in the same realm, there was absolutely no way he could wipe out the 3000 million Rakshasa army with one move. .

For a moment, Mi Ying was a little confused, and a little unconfident about the secrets he knew.

Compared to the speculations of the monks from the Seven Realms of Shatuo outside Chikong City, there was an uproar among the powerful men from all sides who were watching the battle in the Tianting Realm.

With the vision of a great sage or a god, one can naturally see that this attack did not use a god's weapon, but the power of an ancient god's artifact triggered by his own power. This can also be regarded as the strength of the monks participating in the battle, and it can be regarded as a world. The manifestation of the foundation does not violate the rules.

The monks from the four realms of Confucianism and Taoism who were secretly paying attention to the war of merit became excited after they realized that Zhang Ji had used his own power to activate the Confucian Holy Book.

Especially the monks in the piano world were the most excited. The great sages and gurus were moved. Even the gods who had lived for tens of thousands of years rarely felt waves in their hearts.

The Qin Realm and the other three realms all followed the Confucianism and Taoism of the Kunlun Realm 10 years ago and jointly respected the four Confucian ancestors.

Among Confucianism and Taoism, the Holy Book of Confucianism left by Confucian Patriarch, the highest achiever in Qin Dao, was inspired by a holy king who had just made a breakthrough in spiritual power. This represents too much meaning.

You must know that the divine artifacts once followed the gods, and the divine power within the ancient artifacts has residual divinity. How powerful the gods are, even the sacred weapons they left behind have supreme arrogance.

Even if they are the direct descendants of the gods, their power to activate the ancient artifacts of the gods is very limited.

The power Zhang Ji used far exceeded this category, and the Confucian holy books he used were far beyond what ordinary sacred ancient artifacts could compare with.

"This son has the qualifications to become a god through Confucianism and Taoism."

A god in the Qin world who has lived for more than 10 years commented that the divine sound spread throughout the heavens.

Compared to the commotion caused in Heaven, the situation outside Chikong City seemed very peaceful.

The creatures of the ancestral spirit world who were frightened to a standstill were waiting for the saints of the Seven Realms of Shatuo who followed, the Marquis of Tianwu who had regained his fighting spirit, and the pale-faced man with a bloody robe fluttering in the wind, who seemed to be about to attack in the next moment. Zhang Ji fell.

The Dragon Scale Treasure Armor on Tianwuhou's body is intertwined with the power of Rakshasa Holy Power. This treasure armor is made from the dragon scales of an eighth-level holy dragon in the ancestral spirit world. Its grade reaches the level of Ten Thousand Marks Sacred Artifact. It is his A reward obtained from Princess Rakshasa for his outstanding military exploits.

Of course, he had never seen Princess Rakshasa's true appearance, and the treasured armor was only given by Princess Rakshasa from the Thousand-Zhang Holy Platform.

At that time, he knelt on the ground and took the armor with honor in his heart, but he did not dare to raise his head to look at Princess Rakshasa, for fear that his eyes would blaspheme the goddess.

Wearing the treasure armor given by the princess, cutting off the head of the person in front of him and presenting it to the princess is a great achievement. Maybe he can be rewarded by the princess again. This time, he wanted to look up and see, Rakshasa Is the princess as beautiful as the legend says, stunning the entire Rakshasa clan?

This was not out of blasphemy, but out of curiosity.

Thinking of this, Tiannuhou's fighting spirit became stronger. He raised his battle ax and flapped his bone wings behind his back. In an instant, he flew out of the city and landed within a hundred feet in front of Zhang Ji.

Looking at the human man in front of him who was only half the size of him but extremely handsome, he secretly disdained him. It didn't matter that the human man was good-looking. Compared to the majestic body of the Rakshasa man, he was simply not worth mentioning.

However, the person in front of him deserves three points of respect. Even though he seemed like a madman, even though he used the divine weapon, he did indeed destroy the 3000 million Rakshasa army in Chikong City with one person, which was enough. Proud.

Of course, he is the only one left in the army of 3000 million Rakshasa, and he will cut off the heads of the people in front of him to comfort his dead compatriots.

A spiritual holy king who has exhausted his spiritual power is nothing but blood food to be slaughtered in front of him. He is no different from the groups of animals from the ancestral spirit world under the city wall and within the formation.

No, there is still a little difference. Compared with those animals who are not as strong as the fish and dragon realm, the one in front of me at least exudes the martial arts cultivation of the true saint level. He is indeed a genius. The true saint is barely worthy of it. As he waved the battle ax in his hand.

Zhang Ji took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in the Sacred Heart recovered a negligible amount, allowing him to recover from the edge of mental collapse.

A talisman from Emperor Wen and a blow from Confucian Ancestor's holy book drained all his mental energy. The feeling reminded Zhang Ji of a kind of punishment, that of being quartered by five horses.

However, one pulls out and the other presses in, and what is oppressing is the spiritual will. The oppressive force is far more than five horses, and it is much more terrifying than five holy dragons.

After enduring endless pain, Zhang Ji was quite satisfied with the result. Even if 3000% of the [-] million Rakshasa clan were only fish-dragon realm and semi-saints, he would still have to kill them in the Year of the Monkey and the Moon.

The pain that pierced his soul came from the Sacred Heart and the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness, allowing him to recover from his distracting thoughts.

Although the Confucian holy books are good, they should not be used too much!
As for Tiannuhou, who was a hundred feet away, his murderous intention had already materialized.

"Children of Heavenly Court, I will give you a pleasant surprise today."

The Heavenly Fury Marquis fully activated the battle ax in his hand, and tens of thousands of inscriptions were activated, forming a perfect power.

Even the Holy King may not be able to block the perfect power of the Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact.

Zhang Ji suppressed the pain of the holy soul. His blood and energy were like a dragon, his holy energy was like the sea, and his four acupoints were like the four-wheeled sun.

On top of the Blood Armor of Hundred Saints, the holy shadows of a hundred high-level saints emerged, blessing Zhang Ji's palms, and the dragons and elephants in the palms screamed.

One dragon and one elephant collided with the power of Yi Yao's perfection, and the power was much stronger than the war spear fired by the third-class Rakshasa Marquis previously.

The earth cracked, and the aftermath of the battle destroyed the dilapidated walls of Chikong City. The dull-eyed creatures from the ancestral spirit world in the formation below the city were torn apart by the aftermath of the battle before they could feel the pain, and turned into blood mist. Dust returned to dust. Return to the land, return to the earth that raised them.

Zhang Ji mobilized the holy energy to inject it into his numb palms, and used his flesh palms to resist the blow of Yi Yao's perfect power, which was a bit overwhelming.

The Tiannuhou in front of him did have some strength.

When Marquis Tiannuo saw that Zhang Ji actually carried his full axe, the contempt in his heart was wiped away.

His cultivation level is already that of a half-step saint king. He studied under a great saint from the Rakshasa tribe. He has a perfect physique. Even an ordinary one-step saint king is no match for him.

Among the first-class marquises of the Rakshasa clan, he was also one of the top ones. The person in front of him was not as good as a true saint, yet he was so strong.

In his opinion, although the martial arts level of the person in front of him is slightly lower, it is definitely not inferior to the amazing level of spiritual power.

Zhang Ji once fought against two masters of the Eastern Territory Holy Academy who had reached the level of half-step Saint King. Their combined strength could not compare to the Tiannuhou in front of him. No wonder they were able to survive a blow from the Confucian Holy Book before. , although it may not be based on oneself, but one’s background is definitely good.

"Come to fight!"

It was rare to meet a good opponent, and Zhang Ji's heart was filled with fighting spirit.

Marquis Tiannuo can become a first-class marquis, and he is naturally not an ordinary person. He puts aside the contempt in his heart and no longer regards Zhang Ji simply as a spiritual monk.

He swung the battle ax in his hand and performed an intermediate holy technique.

"Emperor Lan opens the mountain!"

Zhang Ji's cultivation improved rapidly, and it only took a few years for him to break through to the holy realm, but he had not yet mastered any intermediate holy technique.

"The dragon and the elephant return to the fields."

The Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, which was at the holy level, collided with Tiannuhou's battle ax. The Dragon Elephant was split apart, and a blade of light lit up between the two of them.

The Heaven-Suppressing Sword, which had grown into a nine-thousand-marked holy weapon, was fully activated.

"Knife one!"

The original sword is the most simple and unpretentious, but it is ever-changing.

Even though Tianwuhou hurriedly blocked the battle ax in front of him and used the battle ax as a shield, there were still several rays of sword light hitting the dragon scale armor on his body, leaving several eye-catching knives on the armor. mark.

The Marquis of Heavenly Fury swung his ax to repel Zhang Ji. He was also a physically holy warrior, and his cultivation level reached half-step to a Saint King. His strength was extremely tyrannical and not inferior to Zhang Ji's.

Looking at the knife marks on the armor, Tianwu Hou said solemnly: "What a sharp knife. It seems to be a rare magic weapon."

Zhang Ji stood with a sword in hand, his bloody robe facing the wind. Standing between heaven and earth, he was an unparalleled Sword Saint.

In the distant sky, Miying has arrived with more than forty saints from the Kunlun Realm, and they have come to help.

Zhang Ji glanced at Mi Ying and others indifferently, and then returned to Tiannu Hou.

"I originally wanted to have a good fight with you, but someone is here and I have other things to do in a while. I can only decide your life or death with one move."

There is no ridicule or disdain on the face of Tianwu Hou, only dignity. A strong man fights against his opponent. Zhang Ji said that one move can guarantee life and death, so he will use one move to guarantee life and death.

However, he has always had the idea of ​​being invincible, and has always only killed his enemies.

The Ten Thousand Patterns Battle Ax was fully activated again, and the power of Yi Yao Perfection blessed the ax body. The Holy Qi of Tianwuhou and the evil energy of Rakshasa poured into the ax like a tide.

"This is my strongest axe, Emperor Lan's wrath."

The light of the ax is as heavy as a mountain, enough to kill any holy king in one step.

Zhang Ji also felt a slight sense of threat and went all out.

"Sword Seven, I am the only one who is supreme."

When the sword came out, within a short distance and five steps away, the light of the sword was faster than the light of the axe.

The tall body of Tianwu Hou fell to the ground with a crash, and the battle ax fell. The dragon scale armor on his body was split by the Heaven-Suppressing Sword. The light of the sword penetrated into the holy soul. The power of darkness had swallowed up his holy soul. Remaining fragments.

"I lost~"

A murmuring voice sounded, and Tiannuhou struggled to look down at the split dragon-scale holy armor on his body. There was no fear of death, but a smile appeared on his ugly face.

"You are very strong. It is not humiliating to die by your sword. Maybe you can tell me your name?"

"Zhang Ji."

The two words in a calm tone fell into the ears of Tiannuhou. As the fascinated shadow and the others fell to the ground, Tiannuhou completely closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)