Dafeng’s Night Squad - Chapter 1546
Chapter 1546: sunrise the West (1)
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After the emotionless eyes appeared, the clear air began to form the outline of a figure. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the robe fluttered. The image of a Confucian scholar with two fluttering sleeves appeared in front of Xu Pingfeng and the others.
The Confucian saint’s soul reappeared in the world, and a terrible pressure descended, like a landslide, a tsunami, and a sky falling.
Due to the close distance, the three people and one beast were directly facing the gaze of the Confucian Saint.
The White Emperor’s four limbs trembled uncontrollably. It was as if it had completely degenerated into a beast. It bent its back, bared its teeth, and let out a low growl as if to demonstrate its power.
Xu Pingfeng and black Lotus retreated again and again. As rank-2, they did not dare to force themselves.
With the Vajra Dharma power and the defense of the acalanātha Dharma power, the Buddha of the Kyara tree was the most resistant one among all rank-ones. He was like a reef, resisting the impact of the waves.
The Confucian saint’s heroic soul took shape, and a crack appeared on Jian Zheng’s forehead, from which blood flowed.
His physical body began to slide into the abyss of collapse. This was the price he had to pay.
He took a step forward and thrust the knife in his hand at the Buddha of the Galaxia tree.
The soul of the Confucian Saint behind him made the same action as if he was the most solid support of the supervisor.
The Buddha of the Kaluo tree stood still, his muscles bulging and thick veins bulging under his skin.
Although he did not move, the Vajra Dharma form behind him stepped forward and stood in front of the Buddha of the Galaxia tree.
The carving knife stabbed over at a moderate speed, as if it was not afraid of the enemy escaping.
The 12 arms of the Vajra Dharma form closed forward, and the 24 palms made a palm-closing gesture, clamping the supervisor and the carving knife in the palm.
The acalanātha Dharma form sat cross-legged and formed a round air shield behind the Vajra Dharma form, which covered the Buddha of the Galaxia tree.
Suddenly, the twelve arms of the Vajra Dharma form began to tremble, as if they could not withstand the sudden advance of the carving knife.
“BOOM!”
The Ring of Fire behind the Vajra Dharma form expanded, and a dazzling flame rose.
The 12 trembling arms regained their balance.
However, in the next moment, the 24 giant palms cracked, followed by the arms, the body … The Vajra Dharma form, which was known for its defense and combat power, collapsed inch by inch.
The energy from the collapse of the Dharma power spread in all directions, scattering the sea of clouds below and revealing the vast land.
The supervisor held the carving knife and still stabbed at the protective shield of the Acalanatha Dharma laksana at a steady pace.
Buzzzzzz!
At the intersection of the light golden air shield and the carving knife, twisted and chaotic energy sputtered out.
A white light silently approached the supervisor and attacked him from behind.
In the White Emperor’s Azure eyes, there was only the madness of a wild beast, without any spirituality.
It suppressed its own spirituality and highlighted the madness of The Blood of Gods and demons rooted in its bones to offset the pressure of the Confucian Saint.
A crazy fiendgod’s descendant wouldn’t feel fear.
In addition, although its spirituality was suppressed and it could no longer use spells, this did not weaken its combat power. The body of a godfiend descendant was only stronger than that of a warrior, and its close-combat abilities were extremely terrifying.
The supervisor raised his left hand and flicked the Confucian crown. He said slowly, ”
“Retreat five hundred li.”
The White Emperor, who had opened his fangs and was about to pounce, suddenly disappeared the moment he was about to touch the supervisor, as if he had never existed.
Of course, this wasn’t because he had learned the Confucian school’s spell of absolute command, but rather because he was using the power of the Confucian crown to cast a spell.
However, without the control of a high-level cultivator of the same system, the power of the Confucian crown was limited. Moreover, the White Emperor’s rank was extremely high, so Jian Zheng could not use the power of the Confucian crown to launch a direct attack.
That was because they were destined to be unable to threaten Emperor Bai.
However, the characteristic of the scholarly faction was not its attack, but rather its ‘fancy’ nature.
After temporarily kicking Emperor Bai out of the battlefield, the supervisor took another step forward with his carving knife.
The Qi Shield supported by the Dharma power of the unmovable Emperor Ming collapsed exaggeratedly.
This was not because acalanātha was not strong enough. On the contrary, under the blessing of the Confucian saint’s heroic soul, he could persist until now. The Buddha of the Kyara tree was known as the strongest defense below the transcendent-grade, and he truly deserved his name.
In the distance, Xu Pingfeng opened the bag and took out a huge cannon. It was nine feet tall and three meters long. It was made of black iron and had dense array patterns engraved on it.
As a cultivator of the second stage, he couldn’t directly face the pressure of the Confucian Saint at close range. Fortunately, warlocks liked long-range attacks the most.
One by one, the array patterns lit up, and the engraved array began to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy. The black muzzle condensed into a fist-sized blazing white ball of light that was constantly collapsing.
Using a formation to stir the power of heaven and earth was a Warlock’s specialty.
“BOOM!”
When it collapsed to the extreme, it exploded, and the muzzles shot out blazing white beams of light.
Just as the beam of light was about to hit Jian Zheng, a formation surrounded by clear light suddenly blocked the trajectory.
The cannon that could heavily injure a third-rank martial artist crashed into the formation, but it disappeared without a trace like a clay ox entering the sea.
In the next second, a white beam of light shot out from the void behind Xu Pingfeng and swallowed him.
The supervisor used a teleportation array to return the cannon to him.
Buzzzzzz!
The space beside Jian Zheng trembled and another pillar of light shot out, aiming to hit his face.
Xu Pingfeng was not swallowed up by the pillar of light coming from behind. He had copied the supervisor’s methods and even gave him a taste of his own medicine.
Just like that, the white light kept appearing and disappearing between the master and disciple.
When the supervisor sent it to the Black Lotus Taoist in the distance, the Black Lotus, who didn’t have a sense of danger, was caught off guard. It could only show the indestructible yang God of Taoism and tear the cannon to pieces.
At this time, the Dharma power of acalanātha finally couldn’t hold on any longer. The Confucius saint’s carving knife pierced through the air shield. In the energy storm of the collapse of the Dharma power of acalanātha, the carving knife touched the forehead of the Buddha of the Galaxia tree.
There was a flash of green light.
Pfft! The head of the Buddha of the Kyara tree exploded, sending bones and flesh flying everywhere.
His eight-foot tall body instantly relaxed, and he fell down powerlessly toward the vast land.
At the same time, blood mist burst out of Jian Zheng’s chest. The power of the Confucius Saint was destroying his body.
The supervisor didn’t care about his body’s condition, nor did he attack Xu Pingfeng and black Lotus. Instead, he turned around and stabbed with his carving knife.
A white shadow passed by him.
The White Shadow turned into the White Emperor and rolled around like a wild dog that had been kicked away. In the process, blood was spilled.
Xu Pingfeng raised his hand, and the circular formation lifted the White Emperor up, helping him to absorb the impact.
“Wuwuwu …”
The White Emperor’s Blue eyes were filled with madness. There was a deep wound on its abdomen. Its stomach was almost cut open, and its large intestine hung down.
But it was biting a heart, the heart of a supervisor.
The White Emperor raised his head slightly and swallowed the heart without even chewing. A few seconds later, the madness in his fierce eyes receded, and his intelligence grew. He regained his reason.
The White Emperor’s expression clearly froze for a moment, as if he had not expected that he would recover his reason so early.
After pondering for a while, he understood something and looked at the supervisor with eyes full of greed.
The supervisor lowered his head slowly and looked at the large hole in his chest. His heart was missing.
Taking his life while he was down … Black Lotus’s eyes shot out an ominous glint, and the sun god immediately split into four parts. The four sun gods looked different.
One of them was as black as ink, with hair like dancing waterweeds, and a thin veil of mist formed by the water Spirit’s power surrounded her body.One of them was completely red, with a flame mark carved between its brows, and its hair was burning with flames.
The other seemed to be made of air and was not very stable. Its body was sometimes tilted and sometimes elongated, and it would turn into a gust of wind at any time.
One of them was covered in stone armor and had a burly body that rippled with yellow ripples.
The four Dharma forms of Daoism, earth, wind, water, and fire.
Those at the second stage tribulation passing stage would cultivate these four Dharma powers. After reaching the complete second stage, the four Dharma powers would merge into one, and the heavenly Tribulation would come.
After enduring the heavenly Tribulation, the Dharma form and the physical body would be perfectly compatible, and one would be able to achieve the status of a demigod.
Black Lotus should have been a complete second grade cultivator long ago, but the Golden Lotus had left his body, leaving him with an ” incomplete body “. Not only did he have no hope of transcending the Tribulation, but his combat strength had also dropped by a level.
The four Dharma forms had no intelligence and were controlled by the Black Lotus. They could be seen as puppets and were not afraid of the pressure of the Confucian Saint.
A porcelain bottle flew out of the storage bag hanging on the supervisor’s waist. The wooden stopper popped open and a yellow pill flew into his mouth.
In an instant, the flesh on his chest wriggled, and his heart regenerated.
Although warlocks didn’t have the self-healing ability of martial artists, they could spend money and carry pills that could revive the dead.
Waiting for the right time … The Black Lotus silently recalled its Dharma form and chose to observe.
“You’re indeed the gatekeeper!”
The White Emperor laughed. The wound on his abdomen could not heal, and the power of the carving knife was eroding his vitality.
On the other hand, after taking the pill, he was like a dying man who had a breath of life and returned to his peak for a short time.
“Don’t move!”
The supervisor raised his hand and flicked his Confucian crown.
This time, the projection of the Confucian Saint did the same.
The White Emperor’s body sank and he froze on the spot.
Jian Zheng took a step forward and stabbed with the Confucian Saint carving knife in a simple and unadorned manner, just like how he had dealt with the Galaxia tree.
Zi, Zi, Zi “, one of the horns on the White Emperor’s head flickered with lightning while the other condensed into a black ball of light.
The lightning and the water spirit met in between the horns, forming an energy ball with a black core and an outer layer wrapped in lightning.
The moment the Confucian saint’s carving knife came, the White Emperor used all his strength and regained some control of his body. He raised his head and welcomed the carving knife with his horns.
A blazing light burst out, and thick lightning snakes danced like whips.
The water Spirit’s power was like a broken dam, surging in all directions.
The Confucian saint’s carving knife advanced layer by layer, breaking through the impact of the two energy storms and stabbing into Emperor Bai’s head.
“Roar …”
It let out a shrill roar.
Even the descendants of gods and demons could not resist the heroic soul of the Confucian Saint.
Just as the White Emperor was about to follow in the footsteps of the Carol tree, a blazing sun suddenly rose in the West.
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