Chapter 153: Nirvana, Ming Gui
ndless expanse of shifting sands. Setting aside this endless sea of sand, the desert's borders can be roughly divided in half. To the east lies the territory guarded by the Mu Kingdom, and to the wes...Since my debut, I have been accompanied by his fame and brilliance.
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It is well-known to all that this person, like this gun, is extraordinary.
Where there is a gun, there is a man.
When there is gunfire, there are cries of men.
This seemingly unremarkable long gun, he loved it dearly.
When walking, one should keep a straight back. When fighting, one should hold on tightly. When standing, one should fold their arms. When sitting, one should cross one's knees.
Every scar on the gun body was a reminder for him, counting time.
Having fought countless life-and-death battles, I have always broken through the enemy with this spear in every single one.
After every battle, he would personally wipe his spear, never delegating the task to anyone else.
So-called—
This gun pays its salary until the last bullet is fired, and for thirty years it has yet to run out of bullets.
This person, Zhu Yiwei, has vowed to never lose to anyone in his life!
But now he has broken himself.
The strong can die but cannot be controlled, and this gun has always been straight.
God and gun cultivate, intention and gun unite.
May my spear shatter, and my entire body become uncontrollable, even my golden bones and jade marrow cannot remain at peace!
This scene was surprising, but not too surprising.
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Having seen through the true nature of divinity, Tie Tui Si has ample room to adjust and enough space to resolve so-called "accidents."
But he was a child with energy, and under pressure, jumped to a place he couldn't normally reach.
With another flick of his right hand, the Heavenly Craftsman’s power surged forth!
May my entire being be suspended by the invisible threads of heaven's artistry, like a fish pulled from the water, swaying after its capture and hanging in mid-air!
This scene caused Huang Jinmo's eyelids to twitch. In her beautiful phoenix eyes, killing intent surged like the sea.
She was manipulated by the dense rules, in the Heavenly Craftsman's "Performance of Heaven and Earth," she became one of countless chess pieces, unable to advance, retreat, or move.
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To her, this was a great insult.
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To see Zhu Wei's gun broken right before her eyes felt like a knife twisting in her heart!
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For over nine hundred years since Huang Wei's death, she has lived in solitude day and night.
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At first, she hid in a very secluded place, eating nothing, drinking nothing, moving nothing, and not speaking to people for hundreds of years.
She thought she might just lie there forever.
Eternal solitude, everlasting regret, are her punishments for herself.
Later, there was an earthquake. The place where she was staying was exposed, attracting many people... It was very noisy and troublesome.
She left from there.
She didn't like to be around people, but the world was full of them, and their traces were everywhere.
She roams this world alone, sometimes gazing at the wind, sometimes at the rain. On nights with no wind or rain, she looks at the stars. She lies on hillsides watching clouds all day, without communicating with anyone.
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I don't even remember when I came to this chaotic place.
She is guilty...
She always told herself that she was guilty.
She stopped, building herself a prison and imprisoning herself within it. But because she loved beauty by nature and didn't want to return to the underground, she built it above ground, shaping it into a tower.
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Therefore, it is called the Prison Tower.
The building is that box, and she is that person.
In such a chaotic place, an orderly building, a beautiful woman, always attracts a lot of trouble.
Of course, to her, those so-called troubles were nothing more than the kind of annoyance caused by an ant crawling across a boot.
She sometimes kills people, and sometimes she prevents people from killing.
Later on, he found it too troublesome and set down a few rules. Anyone who broke them would be killed, but nothing else mattered.
As Jiang Wang said, "Rules" are a form of order in themselves.
Even the most insane, wicked, and reckless desperado craves some order in life.
The order in the chaotic place attracted many people to gather.
Later, more and more people gathered here. Maintaining order was also very tiring work. She casually recruited a few people to form the Zui Wei.
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Justice is the extension of rules and regulations.
That's when the city was no longer redeemed.
She committed crimes for the sake of the guilty party.
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> The sin lies in not redeeming oneself.
There is nothing in this world that makes her want to stay.
She is still alive only because she cannot die.
The first time I saw Zhu Wei, I was just a little impressed.
But only up to appreciation.
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If Kui Shan were to kill him, he would be killing himself.
I wish Wei could break through in battle, seize the Three昧 True Fire, and rival Qiushan. Indeed, his talent is extraordinary...
But since it's already out, let it be.
The second time I saw Zhu Wei, it was during a negotiation between Zhuang Yongluo and the other two countries at a venue provided by me. Zhu Wei amazed everyone with her skills, outshining the other two countries' prodigies. Back then, she thought that Zhuang Guo's fortunes were truly blessed.
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But after all, a small pond is just a small pond.
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It is difficult for a fish in the pond to have its scales never shed.
The third farewell was a tumultuous rebellion that shook the city's foundations. After exhausting every ounce of strength, they conquered ten cities in a row, leaving a vivid mark on the battlefield. Yet, in a stunning turn of events, they declared their allegiance to another nation!
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She suddenly became very interested in this person.
Perhaps it's because my name, Zhu Wei, also has the character "Wei" in it.
Perhaps after centuries of decline, the Aiying jade bi finally began to recover, giving her a glimmer of hope and a little bit of expectation for this world...
Perhaps in those proud eyes, she faintly saw the bearing of that long-lost, nine hundred years ago.
In short, she rarely took action.
She is a proud person, and she looks down on others.
Even taking refuge in the city of Redemption, he insisted that it was a cooperation, not subordination...
Every account is meticulously kept. What is borrowed must be repaid.
She purposely gave him some tasks to do, making him wear the armor of a guilty subject and call her "Your Majesty" in front of others...
From never redeeming the city to Yu Yuan, there are too many fragments.
Those times were very brief in her life.
But when I think about it, there are so many things to recall.
At what point did she start to feel less lonely
For over nine hundred years, she stood aloof, cold and self-important.
To wait for a vague and illusory hope is actually very hard.
She was the one in the prison tower, she was the prisoner whose sins were unatoned.
The whole city of Udong was full of scoundrels, and she was the worst of them all. She was the queen of sinners.
But still, some people reached out to her.
Someone stood in the blazing golden flames, telling her there would be light.
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I am the light.
"I" is light.
Before, she watched the wind, the rain, the clouds, and the stars.
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Now she looks at me, Zhu Wei.
She loves looking into my eyes the most.
Eyes like cold stars.
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But it's more beautiful than stars.
Just there.
At this very moment, I wish only for her to be the one who breaks my gun.
That was Zhu Wei's precious lifeblood, a burning fire.
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At this moment, she felt a sharp pain, as if her soul was cracking. It was as though her heart, like that long spear, had split in two.
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Then her finger bones cracked.
Her wrist, her forearm...
Every single bone in her body was fractured. That was the manifestation of a divinely bestowed golden and jade body, yet it couldn't withstand the surging power at all!
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Is there a god in this world who has lived for more than five hundred and sixteen years
In all of history, has there ever been a god who lived for more than nine hundred years
Only she, the Phoenix, is silent now!
At this moment, a power that could shake heaven and earth surged within her.
An unprecedented divine power roared within the golden body and jade marrow.
The phoenix-wing blade in his hand trembled, its sound like the cry of a phoenix.
She wielded power far exceeding the divine realm, a force so immense that even her formidable divine body could not contain it.
Shatter oneself first, then break through heaven and earth!
Her strikingly cold face also showed signs of cracking.
That is a rupture at the level of rules, because light has shattered, it appears as a ghostly black.
Those cracks didn't make her ugly, but rather added a kind of fragile beauty to her.
She was like a black rose made of obsidian glass.
Extremely cold, extremely beautiful.
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Extremely fragile, extremely beautiful.
Her blade was so cold, so lonely.
It seems like no one will ever understand, and no one will ever truly grasp her.
She was waiting for a result that was almost impossible, gazing at a meteor that might never appear again.
Such sword light!
Like threads of the moon woven across the sky, they blanketed the entire expanse above Irredeemable City, casting iron thoughts into shadow.
In her own collapse, she shattered the celestial pattern of Heaven and Earth.
Even the Heavenly Artisan, Tie Tui Si, was moved by this!
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For a moment, the entire city was shrouded in a crisscross of sword light.
For the first time, the city of Unatonement, this chaotic wasteland, was bathed in such a brilliant display of blades.
When they were small, they resembled the fine wrinkles on an ancient phoenix's face, like unintentional adornments on a peerless beauty.
When they expand, they resemble a gigantic net canopy, like a grid of razor-sharp cast iron chessboards.
It came crashing down, as if it had split the world in two!
Air is fragmented, space is fragmented.
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Everything between the blade and its target became fragmented.
Even a master craftsman like Tian Gong Zhen Tie Tui Si would involuntarily change color and take a half step back in the face of such swordplay.
This is a real person of our time, facing the retreat of cultivators when gods descend!
This is a victory worthy of being recorded and sung about by people.
However, Huang Jinmo remained silent as he entered.
She advanced expressionlessly.
She advanced, her sword slashing down upon a contemporary grandmaster!
The heaven and earth collapsed in an instant, causing even Tie Tui Si to hesitate for a moment. The lines of rules he controlled were abruptly ripped apart and shattered by the blade's light.
Even if this were a self-destructive attack by a top-tier Divine Lord cultivator, the sheer destructive power is still too astonishing!
Endless, shattered blades of light fell.
It seems like everything is going to be destroyed.
With a single press of his hand, Tie Tui pressed down. The air instantly wove together in a mysterious way, solidifying into a tangible form in the blink of an eye. It coalesced into a semi-transparent, incredibly resilient air shield, enveloping the strange girl from Mo Men, Xi Xiangyi, within it.
Compared to the residents of Uneven City who had already fled to the outskirts.
Though acting is agreeable, she also inherently possesses no fear.
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Before the boundless sword light shattered, she was kneeling on the ground, looking up at the sky and admiring this battle.
Tie retreated, thinking cleverly as Heaven's artifice, the single hand weaving a qi shield that fell without affecting her expression at all.
She stared intently at Huang Jinmo, admiring this cold and stunning elder sister, admiring the lonely and withered beauty.
And as Tie Tui retreated, he reflexively shielded Xi Xiangyi with his body. Turning back, he took a step and collided head-on with Huang Jinmu!
Even if the other party is surging with power that transcends divinity, even if they are in the process of self-destruction.
Even as a living person in the present, he could not rely on waiting to win victory.
The magnates said, "If we cannot capture him, then kill him."
This self-destructive posture of withering and fragmentation clearly leaves no possibility of capture.
Then slay it!
Before she could fully destroy herself, kill her.
Huang Jinmo can die, but he must die in the punishment of the Mohist school.
He strode into the shattered blades of light.
The rules are broken here.
He also didn't try to continue.
The boundless blade light will all be borne by me!
Ding ding ding ding!
An endless symphony.
That is the power beyond divine presence, the clash of rules.
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What Tie Tui Si was wearing was just ordinary brown clothes. On his feet were just ordinary straw sandals.
Coarsely woven cloth, straw woven.
It's not some kind of magical artifact.
Under his skillful weaving, it is already a masterpiece!
No blade can pierce it.
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And just at that moment, his left eye twitched slightly.
What kind of piercing pain can make a human feel it
Tie Tui Si turned her eyes at that.
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He saw a concrete sharpness, facing his gaze, piercing his eyes!
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Now, Huang Jinmu's form cracks with the pressure of exceeding the divine limit. He shatters time and space with a blow that transcends all comprehension.
Zhu Wei, who was hanging in mid-air, also gained freedom in an instant.
Seeing Huang Jinmu's body crack, naturally made him furious.
Such people, of course, would not indulge in pain at this level of combat.
He held a flintlock pistol in his hand, the muzzle being the broken end of the barrel.
There was no trace of frost, only the sharp splinters of wood.
The bare, broken rifle stock, just as inconspicuous and resilient as it was when burning in the hearth years ago. It endured for thirty years, waiting for someone to understand its story.
In such a battle, at this very moment.
There was no space for Zhu Wei to go pick up the severed front half of the gun that lay on the ground.
There was no opportunity to let him make other choices.
He was already as godly as could be, but before the true people of this world, he was still weak.
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He must face his relative weakness, but he is certain that he is by no means insignificant!
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He's still attacking!
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He took the splintered and jagged cross-section of this wood as his blade, his own body as the shaft, and the blazing three-legged Golden Crow as wings. Intent and spirit fused, qi and blood unified, he merged himself into force, his spiritual awareness piercing through. In an instant, he pierced before Tie Tui Si—
Just as he retreated in thought, a bullet pierced his left eye!
Tie Tui Si raised his left palm, just in time to block it from his left eye.
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The broken gun barrel, with its jagged edge, plunged deep into his palm.
His palms were thin and wrinkled, so ordinary that they couldn't even be called strong.
But even with my last desperate shot, burning all my remaining strength, I couldn't even break his skin!
The gap in strength cannot be bridged by willpower alone.
Tie Tui Si grasped the broken spear, as if she also grasped Zhu Wei Yi after the break of the spear, grasped the golden flame, grasped this entire space!
He glanced at it lightly, already seeing through its mysteries.
This is indeed good timber, forged into this shape... It can only become a famous gun by chance, the technique is a bit rough, it's a pity.
If he had not truly cultivated his spirit, he wouldn't even have this shred of regret, only a feeling of utter disdain.
What is TianGong
He asked in a voice.
What is tian gong
Tie Tui Si closed his five fingers around the severed end of the gun. He held within his grasp everything connected to Zhu Wei, and more importantly, his future. The gun barrel reformed at an astonishing speed in his hands. Wood splintered, branches sprouted.
Countless lines of wood, as fine as silk threads, like snakes and vines, winding back towards Zhu Wei.
In an instant, it was wrapped up in a wooden cocoon.
The valley surface is smooth, as if naturally formed. It's so natural that it seems like Zhu Wei was originally a silkworm and instinctively knew how to spin its cocoon!
This is marvelous workmanship!
>The world within the cocoon is a place of no light, no air, and no sound.
May I be blind, deaf, and unable to feel anything ever again.
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He was lost, unable to see a path forward or a direction in the darkness. Yet, he continued to burn with all his might.
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He had ground his teeth almost to the point of breaking, blood trickling down his chin as he strained against the force. His muscles tensed to the limit, taut like a bowstring about to snap —
We can't escape anymore.
That time, breaking free from the confines of heaven and earth, wielding a broken spear, had already surpassed potential.
For someone like Tie Tui Si, a real person of our time, this is simply a matter of elevating that power. Elevating it to a point where even if this little kid jumps up, they still can't reach it...
Then tighten.
I froze, my entire being seized. Even my spirit was frozen.
All five senses are tranquil.
The golden true fire that was boiling outside the wooden cocoon, has extinguished!
Tie Tui Si spared no effort in displaying the power of a true master of our time, he didn't mind letting the world know about the might of the Mo Sect.
But at that moment, a cold blade pressed against his brow.
Slice him down, almost cutting him in half from top to bottom.
He certainly couldn't ignore such a strike, but he was indeed surprised — to have a Divine Presence cultivator get so close!
Though he stands so close, the blade is mere inches away.
Tie Tui Si did not make any other movements, only sending his forehead forward.
By the touch of blades!
Like a deep mountain striking an ancient bell.
The blade hovered above his forehead, only to be repelled half an inch.
This sword couldn't break through!
“Even a flesh and blood body Can you cut through it”
Tie Tui Si roared angrily, and with a backhand slap, he sent Huang Jin Mo's knife aimed at his dantian flying away.
As the palm drew back, it also slanted.
With a swift, downward slash, the blade sliced across Huang Jinmo's face, from his neck to his scalp.
It's like a porcelain vase shattered.
This masterpiece of nature is being cruelly destroyed at this moment.
This is a kind of heartbreaking, beautiful decay.
Such an ending, perhaps, had been foreshadowed from the moment cracks appeared on her.
The unrivaled and notorious City Lord of Oblivion, even in death, still wore her signature black attire, resembling petals falling from a bloom. Even mid-air, her life force had extinguished.
Tie Tui Si Yao la the wooden cocoon in the air, proud and unparalleled Zhu Weiwo, at this time was inside the cocoon.
He might have sensed what was happening around him, or perhaps he hadn't — it's hard to say which is crueler.
In short, he didn't make a sound.
To dare to resist before the current headmaster of Mokmen, what happened in this battle today left Tie Tuisi somewhat dissatisfied.
And although he didn't have much emotion towards Mo Jingyu, he couldn't help but be angry at the damage to the prestige of the Ink Sect.
But now it's all over, and there's nothing to dwell on.
“We can only take this one back alive.” Tie Tui Si bowed his head to the ground and said to Xi Xiang Yi, “Xiang Yi ah, pack up…”
He cut off his words and suddenly turned his head!
For the first time, disbelief flashed across his eyes.
What did he see!
He saw the body that was falling, the one that belonged to Huang Jinmo, and in mid-air, it suddenly burst into flames of red.
The flames were fierce and swift, consuming the entire corpse in a single sweep.
A crimson flame was gathered into a fist-sized ball, and then suddenly spread out, expanding into a massive fireball that roared above the city of Unredemption!
Among them, the hottest spots were even faintly black!
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A faint phoenix shadow is reflected in the air.
>In the dead stillness, there is the budding of life.
In the endless silence, a sacred transformation is taking place.
Tie Tui Si looked at the huge fireball, as if seeing a mirror.
There is another world in the mirror.
And within this crimson flame, the black flame gradually grew larger, gradually outlining a concrete shape.
Her cascading black hair and aloof phoenix eyes.
A subtly pursed lip, a perfect figure.
The icy and peerless Huang Jin Mo, clad in black finery, emerged from the flames reborn like a fairy, divine and ethereal.
The esteemed celestial artisan, Tie Tui Si, was undeniably shaken.
The realm of true understanding, seeing reality.
He couldn't possibly have been deceived by a mere God-Manifest cultivator, so he must have truly killed Huang Jin Mo just now.
Therefore, at this moment, Huang Jin Mo...
It is truly and verifiably resurrected, born again from death.
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This is the legendary ultimate divine ability—Phoenix Nirvana!
Divine Invincibility!
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When Huang Jinmo faced off against Zhuang Gaoxian, she said that she might be the only one among the Shenlin cultivators who could kill a real person.
When she arrived at Tie Tuishi's doorstep, the Heavenly Craftsman, she immediately proposed a wager with life and death.
It is all because of this.
Because she possesses this immortal divine power!
Almost as if he had awakened from a deep slumber.
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Huang Jinmo's figure was drawing closer.
"Let go of your filthy hands!"
At this time her phoenix-winged sword had already fallen to the ground, so she was empty-handed.
She had nothing in her hands, but the killing intent in her phoenix eyes was so clear, and her steps were so resolute.
She dashed towards Tie Tui Si, as if she didn't know at all what a real person of the world was!
She knows what it means to be a true person of the world.
This worldly person, however, knows not what it means to be the phoenix of today, nor who is the true Phoenix!
This so-called "true person" from the Mohist school, how dare he hold onto Zhu Wei like that
How dare you provoke her anger so!
Huang Jinmo's hands, painted with beautiful black nail polish, bloomed before Tie Tui Si like flowers.
A world of flowers blooming!
Wind, frost, rain, and snow, fallen leaves flying flowers, a vast blue sky with thunder, a lone boat on the raging sea...
Almostever-changing images rise and fall, coming into being and passing away, merging into one, forming a world, all contained within a single print!
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This is the supreme seal technique passed down by Huang Wei, the divine seal of Shan Hai Dian!
Jiang Wang's studies of the Bi Fang Yin and Huo Dou Yin are just two examples.
For three thousand years of the Great Chu, none were as suave as Huang Wei. Back then, he relied on his charisma to conquer the world!
Although Huang Jinmo has yet to reach the realm of Baibayiyiyin, like Huang Weizhen in her heyday, over these nine hundred years, she has accumulated three hundred and sixty-five seals intermittently.
This is a power that's simply indescribable.
This space and this time cannot contain it.
Her body, made of gold and jade, couldn't bear the strain either. It started to disintegrate even as she pressed it out.
But before her destruction, her mark had already taken hold!
How can this be just a pair of hands This is the endless romance of the great Chu!
Iron retightening the five fingers, but the rules' line can not be gathered at all.
He took a step back, but even though he was a renowned master of the world, he couldn't retreat!
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That illusory world of brilliance, in those hands of exquisite beauty, constantly evolving, relentlessly advancing.
...and finally collided with his cheek.
At this crucial juncture, Tie Tui thought back and forth with his five fingers, covering his own face. This moment could no longer be preserved! His primordial spirit stood in the sea of primordial spirits, calling upon heaven and earth to receive its mandate, witnessing the true nature of all phenomena.
Sky-forged ingenuity, in a millionth of a heartbeat, wove the air into a shield, the essence into walls, and space itself into a lock!
Huang Jinmo's seal landed.
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The shield woven by the heavens, was pierced in an instant.
The celestial wall woven by the Yuanli, shattered in an instant.
The celestial net woven by space, collapses with a single touch!
Huang Jinmo's imprint pressed down on Tie Tui Si's five fingers, pressing against his acupoint and pushing inward! It was as if he wanted to burst this mortal's skull open!
The power is gone…
That indescribable terror, shining only for a fleeting moment, had already vanished.
Huang Jin Mo, silent as ever, carried the mark of people's sins upon him. Now, even that trace is gone, wiped clean. But it was himself who couldn't bear the weight of such extreme power. Before he could seal his iron will in thought, he died first.
Tie Tui Si slowly withdrew his five fingers from under the veil, and felt a chill run down his spine.
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His five finger bones already had noticeable indentations.
For any living person in the present day, a god's presence is not powerful enough.
But if a god with immortality appears, even true immortals cannot ignore him.
Divine attacks are often, indeed, difficult to overcome the chasm of rules.
Ke Huang Wei's true transmitted power, especially with Huang Jin Mo being able to rely on his immortal body to endlessly push his limits... indeed has the potential to kill real people!
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It really challenges common sense, it's truly beyond imagination.
Such a powerful divine being is rare throughout history.
He finally managed to go out with Xi Xiangyi, and when he received the giant order, he happened to come across it while completing a task.
Tief retreat thoughtlessly didn't know if this was his good fortune or misfortune.
It was in the midst of this awareness.
The crimson flames blazed once more in the air.
A wave of corpses rolls over, then contracts and spreads out again.
Within the red flames, one sees black flames; thus, from death comes rebirth.
Huang Wei's true beauty once again became clear, her phoenix eyes gleaming with a cold light, her tall and lonely figure standing alone.
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How would one deal with such a cultivator, even if they were only at the realm of divine presence
How to subdue
Although Tie Tui Si wasn't afraid yet, he finally felt the challenge!
He couldn't help but lower his head and glance at the girl on the street below.
At this time, the vast city of Bujue is almost deserted.
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All sorts of villains live here, they simply don't care who you are. Even if those guards wanted to do something, what could they possibly do
Kuisan, who was on the verge of breaking through to the twenty-first heaven of martial arts, is nowhere to be seen. Even Lian Heng, the strongest deputy leader left in Luocheng, didn't even have time to draw his sword before he fainted – no one had a chance to escape, let alone carry him along.
Everyone knows the formidable power of the Mokmen. And for a living master to arrive and demand punishment, what could that possibly mean
It can be said that the city was destroyed today!
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Only the burial companions remained.
At this moment, in the unredeemed city of Unredemption, only a young girl with short hair and painted face sat alone on the ground.
Relaxing in the sky's woven canopy, leisurely watching the battles unfold.
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Subtly...
A few days ago, Xiao Shu used forty days to impact Shenlin, and that's also where he was.
... is also on this street.
At that time, both Huang Jin Mo and Zhu Wei Yi were merely spectators from the heights. Sitting with Zhu Wei Yi was Qing Yang Zi of the Qi state.
At that time, Xiao Shu ultimately failed and died.
Now, Zhu Wei is imprisoned in a cocoon.
Now, Huang Jin Mo has just been reborn again.
...while Jiang Wang now...
The entire range of the un redeemed city.
All people fled to the city's outskirts.
But in the wilderness outside the city, a figure with a straw hat and raincoat was rushing in the opposite direction of the crowd, towards the unredeemed city!
>To seek advantage and avoid harm is the nature of humankind.
All desire life.
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Why does he alone walk towards death
In the opposite direction of millions, it is filled with loneliness, but also with courage!
However, there is a cruel fact that...
The moth that flies into the fire, has never been important.
No one cares about their life or death, no one cares whether they come or not.
The light has always been there, not waiting for moths.
The lighting of a lamp and its extinguishing has nothing to do with moths!
Over many long nights, all the moths that flew into the flames died out, and people extinguished their lamps.
There are still many moths outside the window, flying around aimlessly...
Just then, in this deserted city of Unatonement.
In a chaotic world, the only order lies within.
Every household closed its doors, the streets and alleys were deserted.
A girl with short hair that reached her ears looked up at the sky, where a solitary wooden cocoon hung in the vast emptiness.
Tien Gong Zhenren Tie Tui Si's expression was grave as he stood beside the wooden cocoon.
And the black flame within the red flames, finally once again painted Huang Jinmo's beauty.
She was reborn from this flame, once again unleashing a surging wave of power. Taking a step forward, she suddenly pivoted under Tie Tui Si's vigilant gaze and shot towards the ground —
"Release Zhu Wei, or I'll kill your disciples!"
Words of anger are powerful, surpassing those who lack them.
Slender fingers spread apart, pressing down on the Divine Seal of Mountains and Seas once more.
One lifetime, one imprint.
One hundred and eight types of imprints are synthesized into this imprint, which is a large cycle in the Shanhai Divine Scriptures. At the level of divine presence, it's enough to sweep across everything, let alone against such a young girl. There's no reason for it to fail.
By this point in the battle, Huang Jinmo had touched upon Tie Tui Si's power. Her own strength was also becoming familiar to this living legend of the time.
A "Dǒng Zhēn" expert's comprehension and adaptation of power are terrifying!
Her sudden resurgence, a full-force strike of the Shan Hai Dian Shen Yin, failed to kill Tie Tui Si. After that, achieving success again would be unimaginably difficult.
There is ultimately a vast gulf between the realm of divine presence and that of profound insight.
Changing her thinking, resorting to hostage-taking wasn't in her nature, but it was a last resort.
But since she had made up her mind, she would not hold back.
There aren't many people in this world worth her consideration.
Huang Jin Mo ignored her own defense, even using her body as a shield to block Tie Tui Si's possible escape routes. This move was swift, ruthless, and deadly.
This forces Tie to have to make a decision immediately!
Shall I exchange him for the Mohist disciples he brought here, or shall I just watch this disciple die
However...
Tieteisi, who was clearly nervous from the scene, remained completely still. He didn't even take a step forward and showed no intention of letting go of Zhu Weimi.
Even the short-haired girl under the work shed's woven air shield only smiled brightly that day.
It seems she is still watching the play, not yet immersed in it.
Her makeup had three colors: red, yellow and green.
Two sides are each three diagonal lines.
Like a tiger's whiskers.
At this moment, she looked at Huang Jinmo, as if sharing her inner feelings with this beautiful elder sister: "My Mo family once created three life-size puppets called 'Tianzhi,' 'Minggui,' and 'Fiming' through the 'Qi Shen Plan'."
She faced him, her expression cold and beautiful. With skillful movements, she formed a hand seal.
said very calmly, "This Ming Ghost..."
She raised her hand up.
"I'm in charge of maintenance!"
Just as the Tiangong energy shield collapsed.
A terrifying apparition shot out of the copper box behind her.
It rose instantly into the air, taking on a concrete shape!
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