Chapter 195 [Four ruthless veins, I am the leader] The God King can only attack three more times! Really?! The Divine King Jiang Taixu had disheveled white hair and was on the verge of collapse. Only skin and bones were left, and there was no trace of translucent color on his body. It was obvious that he had used up the last bit of the divine spring. There was no sign of life in him, he was no different from a piece of dead wood. "The God King is about to fall..." Some people lamented the end of a generation of genius. The God King of East Desolate, who should have been infinitely glorious, became so decadent in his later years. Looking back to more than 4,000 years ago, he was in his prime and looked down upon the world. Now, he looks like a withered firewood, thin and rotting. How sad is it? Since ancient times, the beauty has sighed for twilight, and the hero is not allowed to see the white head. "Why don't I believe it?" Some people also questioned. How could the dignified God King, who had previously killed the half-saint King of Dark Night with one move, die so easily? "Should we try it out..." The people behind the scenes who were hiding in the dark and attracting the King of Dark Night began to hesitate. They thought that the God King Jiang Taixu was fishing. But if it is true, not only can we kill the saint and severely damage the Jiang family, but we can also take the opportunity to seize the Hengyu Furnace, which is a huge bargain.
"Ahem... before I pass away, let me clear the way for future generations and leave some legacy behind." Jiang Taixu cooperated with Lin Xian's performance, coughing non-stop, like a sick old man. He raised his skinny arms and sighed, "This is my first move. I want to kill the enemy for the Jiang family and destroy the Thirteen Holy Lords." "Senior God King, please spare my life!" "Run for your life!" "What are you afraid of? He is old and weak. If we attack him all at once, the God King will not be able to kill us all. When his blood and energy are exhausted, he will be doomed..." The three different voices represented the attitudes of these holy leaders: some begged for mercy, some fled, and some resisted. However, all this is powerless in front of the saint. Jiang Taixu sighed softly, as if a god was in the world. Thirteen drops of blood appeared on his fingertips. He snapped his fingers and a divine weapon shot out. The red clouds illuminated the entire holy city, as if huge suns were falling into the world. "what!!!" None of the dozen or so holy lords survived. Their foreheads were pierced by blood and they were all beheaded, leaving only screams echoing in the holy city. "Ancient saints are almost gods. Every drop of their blood and every bone of theirs are supreme divine objects. Every inch of their flesh and blood can kill a peerless master!" The cultivators in the Holy City were terrified. In this era when the second-level immortals were powerful and the great kings dominated the world, no one had ever seen how powerful the fourth-level immortals were, and they could only imagine it through ancient books. Now I have witnessed it with my own eyes and verified that the legend is true. The beings below a saint and those above a saint are completely two different dimensions of life. Even a single hair from a saint, if it falls off naturally, can destroy everything! A great king can only fight and play inside the stars, but a saint can destroy the stars in the universe with a full-strength attack. From the perspective of spiritual practice, those below the level of saints are still practicing the five great secret realms, while saints have already begun to perfect the five great secret realms, and on this basis, have created their own scriptures and methods. The one who perfected the Taoism he created is called the Enlightened One. In mythology, he is called the Heavenly Lord; in ancient times, he is called the Ancient Emperor; in ancient times, he is called the Great Emperor. They are collectively called the Supreme Being of Humanity. Only by becoming a saint can one touch the path to becoming an emperor, and only by becoming a saint is the starting point of the path to becoming an emperor. The geniuses rise up, thousands of saints compete, the universe rises and falls, and everyone competes for the throne. The people in the Holy City were stunned by the charm of the God King Jiang Taixu. However, this was not the end, but just the beginning. The Dark Night King died, but his weapons were still there. They were the divine clothes and spears of the ancient sages. They were extremely rare treasures in the world and had life. They even revived on their own and wanted to break through the Pure Land of the Gods and leave.
"Holy Soldier, stay here and become the foundation of my Jiang family!" The God King shouted and made a second move, forcibly suppressing the two holy weapons. This did not belong to the King of Dark Night. The Dark Night King is only a half-saint and cannot train any holy weapons. The two ancient holy weapons originated from the land of Zhongzhou. In this operation, not only did the Yaoguang Holy Land secretly take action, but two major sects in Zhongzhou also provided secret assistance. The holy soldiers glowed with brilliance to resist, Dao marks flowed, and they roared and seemed to have spirits. If Jiang Taixu was a weak saint, he would not be able to stay. However, this was a newborn Saint King with unparalleled combat power. He suppressed the two sacred weapons with just one hand, like the Five Finger Mountain slowly pressing down. "We can't lose the Holy Soldiers!" In the holy city, on top of a jade tower, two leaders of the Zhongzhou sects anxiously asked for help from Saint Lord Yaoguang. Not every family has imperial soldiers to suppress them, and many large sects only have one or two holy artifacts at most, which are treasures passed down by their ancestors and must not be lost. The expression of Saint Lord Yaoguang changed slightly, and one hundred and eight halos appeared behind his head, as if a god had descended to earth. His practice of the Hunyuan Holy Light Technique had reached its peak. He closed his eyes and tried to get in touch with the old senior who was controlling the dragon-patterned black gold tripod. The God King cannot be killed, so he can only leave. "boom!" Suddenly, the supreme imperial power descended, tearing apart the Pure Land of the God King, opening a way to escape, and giving the two holy soldiers a chance to leave. At the same time, a domain gate appeared in the sky. The emperor's holy weapon that was fighting against the Hengyu Furnace sent out trillions of lightning bolts, trying to tear open the space and cross the void. The two holy weapons followed closely behind. “Can you leave?” Jiang Taixu shouted, like a god, as if he had tempered all his blood and energy, and roared: “The third time I attack, I will leave behind the dragon-patterned black gold tripod.” "Jiang Taixu, do you really want to provoke a war between the Jiang family and Yaoguang?" The mastermind behind the scenes finally emerged. It was a half-saint of Yaoguang, or a half-saint of the ruthless lineage. Jiang Taixu said nothing, but took action, revealing his astonishing fighting power, sweeping across the battlefield of the Holy City. "You are old and weak, and may not be my opponent." The half-saint of the ruthless lineage said coldly: "Retreat and enjoy your old age with your descendants." "Kill!" Jiang Taixu said decisively. The Hengyu Furnace that originally sealed the Holy City in the Dragon Transformation Pool flew out and suppressed the black gold tripod with dragon patterns. "I'll fight you to the death." The half-saint from the ruthless lineage roared, sacrificed his own blood and essence, burned his lifespan, and tried his best to revive the dragon-patterned black gold tripod. Jiang Taixu remained motionless. Whether in terms of realm or imperial weapon, he was far superior to his opponent. Because he still had half of the imperial weapon, with the ancient Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot on his head, the laws of the Dao rose and fell, turning into wisps of black light that fell down. "Demon Devouring Jar!" "Two imperial weapons!" The half-saint of the ruthless lineage had a changed expression, and he finally came to his senses. While the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it, it seemed that he had surrounded the God King, but in fact he was surrounded by the God King. This game was not to kill him, but to catch the dragon-patterned black gold tripod. This was a gambling ceremony. If the Jiang family lost, they would lose the Hengyu furnace, and if the Yaoguang Holy Land lost, they would lose the dragon-patterned black gold tripod. Yaoguang's offensive is over, and now it's the Jiang family's turn to attack.
"It's a trap!" The half-saint of the ruthless lineage gnashed his teeth and said, "But you think you can leave the dragon-patterned black gold tripod like this, it's ridiculous." "The Dark Night King was ignorant and only wanted to seize the Hengyu Furnace, but ultimately failed." "You are no match for me. Even a saint cannot stop the return of the Emperor Cauldron." "The saints can't stop the Emperor Cauldron, but I can." Lin Xian walked over slowly, his eyes firm as he said, "You stole the Emperor Cauldron of my Tianyan lineage, and today I will set things right. Today, neither you nor the cauldron can leave." "What the hell?!" The half-saint from a ruthless lineage suspected that he had heard it wrongly. "Invincible Emperor Ancestor, Supreme Dragon Cauldron, please return!!!" Lin Xian raised his arms and shouted, evolving the Heaven-Devouring Magic Art. He formed seals with his hands, and Dao patterns intertwined on top of his head, evolving a Dao treasure bottle that flashed with black light, with an aura that could suppress all the heavens and worlds. The dragon-patterned black gold tripod was affected by the aura of the Heaven-Swallowing Lineage and actually shifted slightly. "Dao Baoping, who are you?" The half-saint of the ruthless lineage had a solemn look in his eyes. For the first time, he realized that things were beyond his control. "I am the Taoist master of the ruthless lineage!" Lin Xian stepped forward, holding the Emperor Banner, and said loudly: "Today we will welcome back the Emperor Cauldron, recast our Heaven-Swallowing Glory, and rebuild the Holy Land." The face of the ruthless half-saint almost turned green. What Lin Xian said was all his words! The black gem-like Dao Vase was floating up and down, pulling the dragon-patterned black gold tripod from inside, and the God King was exerting pressure from the outside with two imperial weapons. He really couldn't hold on any longer. The Emperor's Cauldron was about to slip out of his control. To the Emperor's soldiers and gods, there was no difference between a Semi-Saint cultivator and a Four-Pole cultivator. They only recognized the aura of the Great Emperor. Obviously, Lin Xian spends every day with little Nannan, and the ruthless aura he exudes is far greater than that of the ruthless emperor's disciples for countless generations. "The Emperor's Tripod must not be lost!" The half-saint of the ruthless lineage roared and rushed into the sky carrying the black gold tripod with dragon patterns. It flashed a dazzling light, like a real black dragon resurrected, buying himself a chance to catch his breath. The God King Jiang Taixu looked at Lin Xian and pretended to be defeated. He took a step back and asked the half-saint of the ruthless lineage to send a message to the outside world to request support. He tried to summon a stronger one, and used a secret method to shout, "Saints of Yaoguang, are you going to sit back and watch? You also own half of this imperial weapon." The dragon-patterned black gold tripod was not forged by the ruthless emperor alone. The Yaoguang Holy Land used the entire power of the sect to forge it. All the saints and disciples were of one mind, worshipped and refined it devoutly, worked hard, and it took 50,000 years and 28 generations of saints to forge it. Finally, on a stormy night with thunder and lightning, the ruthless emperor quietly arrived and endowed the dragon-patterned black gold tripod with the imperial law, allowing it to be sublimated to the extreme. This was undoubtedly a miracle. As the long years passed, the Emperor's Tripod remained immortal, and some of the old sages who had sacrificed to it were still alive, sealing themselves in the divine source. These old sages personally forged the black gold tripod with dragon patterns. They have a deep connection with the Dragon Tripod and possess certain authority. This is also the reason why the ruthless lineage is only parasitizing the Yaoguang Holy Land, not taking over the Yaoguang Holy Land. Saint Yaoguang possesses some of the powers of the imperial soldiers. He can revive gods and compete with the ruthless people. The ruthless lineage was extremely fearful. They had been waiting, waiting for all the twenty-eight old sages to die, so that they could take full control of the Emperor's Tripod, and thus occupy the magpie's nest and turn the Yaoguang Holy Land into the Tuntian Holy Land. Just like an old tree, when the last root withers, the new seeds use it as nutrients and thrive. "The Saint wants to take away the Emperor's weapon...even the Great Saint wouldn't dare to think of this." "It's a ridiculous lie." The Yaoguang Holy Land is extraordinary, with mountain ranges converging one after another. The ridges are like a dragon’s back, as if they can leap up at any time and soar into the sky, creating a shocking momentum.
Suddenly, the ground exploded, and a divine source buried in the deepest part flew out. One of the old men suddenly opened his eyes, and the void was shining. He snorted coldly: "What do you want to do now? Are you trying to get rid of us with the help of outsiders? Don't think that you are the only orthodox ones." "You are not the bloodline of the Great Emperor, but are just from the same clan, village and surname. In terms of origin, you are not as close as us, the grave keepers." The truth was revealed. The Henren lineage did not choose to parasitize the Yaoguang Holy Land for no reason, but after careful consideration. Yaoguang also had a connection with the Henren Emperor. The ruthless man did not end in one lifetime, but went through four lifetimes. Naturally, he had different sects and different followers. Patriarch Yaoguang was of great origin. He was the guardian of the imperial tomb in a previous life of Emperor Henren. Later he rose to power and became a quasi-emperor, and then he founded the holy land of Yaoguang. "I'm not kidding you. There really is a disaster." The half-saint of the ruthless lineage roared, "The saint is holding two imperial weapons. He wants to kill us all." "what?!" The old saint Yaoguang broke through the divine source and made a full effort to summon the black gold tripod with dragon pattern. He activated his authority, and in an instant, the black gold tripod with dragon pattern burst into millions of rays of light and thousands of layers of Taoist brilliance. The sage's move was extraordinary. The imperial tripod emitted sounds of lightning and thunder, and chaotic immortal energy was entangled, which stabilized the situation in an instant. The black gold tripod with dragon pattern no longer deviated, but flew towards the direction of the old sage Yaoguang. "Finally I've taken the bait." Lin Xian looked at this scene, smiled calmly, and with the Dao Aquarius on his head, he walked forward slowly and said, "My fellow Daoist, I want to set things right today and become the ruthless Dao master. What do you think?" “The Heaven-Swallowing Demon Pot, the Great Dao Treasure Bottle.” The old saint Yaoguang’s eyes were solemn, and he said in a deep voice: “You are from the first lineage. When the Heaven-Swallowing Holy Land was destroyed, someone actually escaped.” "The first meridian?" Lin Xian was slightly surprised, and pointed at the semi-saint in the void and said, "Which meridian is he from, and which meridian are you from?" "He is from the second lineage, a descendant of the Great Emperor's fellow villagers." Old Saint Yaoguang said calmly, "We are the gravekeepers of the third lineage." “So that’s how it is.” Lin Xian said thoughtfully, “The Heaven-Swallowing Holy Land should have been established by the followers of the Ruthless Emperor. With my lineage included, there should be four lineages.” "Alright, I want to be the leader of the four sects. What do you think, fellow Daoist?" "Why!" The old sage Yaoguang sneered. Jiang Taixu was a sage, and he was also a sage. Even if they were defeated, they could protect themselves with the imperial weapons in their hands. "Daoyou, how many are you?" Lin Xian stretched out five fingers and asked. "Playing tricks!" Old Saint Yaoguang snorted coldly. He was confident enough that even if he needed to fight against the God King, with one hand holding up the black gold tripod with dragon pattern, he would still be invincible in the Eastern Wilderness. "It's five!" Lin Xian shook his head and sighed, "I never thought that a great saint like Yaoguang would not know how to count!" "You are looking for..." Old Saint Yaoguang was furious. Just as he was about to take action, suddenly, five auras burst out that made him tremble! (End of this chapter)