Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 1156 Collapse! (Seeking monthly votes at the beginning of the month, two chapters combined)

The tree trunk leans against the sky, its crown submerged in the river. Under the lever, the roots are pulled out of the soil and stick up high. The intertwined roots, like a spider web, trap the red mud. But they can trap the soil but not the water. The torrential rain washes away the red soil, turning it into "red blood" that drips along the roots.

With a crisp crack, the wooden root snapped.

The tree, nearing its limit, trembled and slowly tilted into the Red River, drifting towards the South China Sea.

Without the roots to hold them in place, more of the red soil along the riverbanks was washed away and swept into the tide.

The Red River is called the Red River because the soil on both banks is red soil, and the deeper you dig with a shovel, the redder it becomes, resembling human blood. This is the most widespread type of soil in southern Xinjiang. The hot climate and humid air cause weathered rocks to mix with rusty red iron, which are deposited in the soil.

After three days of torrential rain, the south bank of the Red River was washed away by thirty feet, and the southern frontier positions retreated by thirty feet.

The Red River became a river of blood.

Dark clouds filled the sky.

It never sees the light of day.

"Squeak~"

The cicadas could no longer chirp; their thumping sounds grew fainter and fainter, weak and feeble.

It fell from the sky and soaked into the puddle.

A passing soldier raised his hand, intending to bend down and grab it, but then lowered his hand halfway through, straightened his slightly bent back, and savored the moment of tranquility.

puff.

Water splashed and two murky bubbles rose from the pit, only to be broken by raindrops in the blink of an eye.

The supply road that had been filled in outside the camp disappeared, blocked by landslide rocks. It was smashed open, leaving pits everywhere. The wheels got stuck in the puddles, and people had to carry the vehicles. Their boots were covered in red mud that seeped into their socks. The rice and grain that were delivered all became moldy and smelly within half a day.

Everything was damp; all the land was muddy; and all the people were dull and weary.

A celestial being with a fiery heart tried to drive away the dark clouds, but they only paused briefly before gathering again and covering the clouds once more, without any success.

The soldiers rested under the tarpaulin, their damp clothes sticking to their bodies, nodding vigorously.

Just a rainstorm...

The red tide soaked the shoes, leaving mud behind.

Blackwater Poisonous Pregnant Ye stood on the rocks by the riverbank, enduring the erosion of the rain.

Nothing happened on the north bank of the Red River. The heavy rain spread southward for more than 150 miles, with the Red River as the boundary. In other words, the other side actually had the ability to create heavy rain covering more than 300 miles.

The moisture within the area is extremely corrosive, seemingly penetrating everywhere and finding its way in.

No master or martial artist in the world is afraid of rain.

Unfortunately, this rain brought them unspeakable torment and exhaustion.

"Liangqu..."

There are several front-line strongholds. The Centipede Demon needs to guard the treasure vault. If it comes to the front line, the King of the South Sea will surely come. The exchange will be fruitless, and the rear will be wide open. Liang Qu or other masters can sneak around and steal it. The consequences are incalculable... Unless the supply accumulation points are merged with the front line.

This is a cardinal sin in military strategy!

The battle situation remains unchanged, with no fundamental shift in the advantage between the two sides. In fact, it will only add more to the enemy's victory.

even……

Can the centipede shaman stop this rain?
Ren Ye looked up.

Military tactics are ever-changing, just as water has no fixed shape; dark clouds disperse only to gather again.

One person's strength can influence the course of the battle...

"It's noon, you go and rest, I'll take care of things."

A figure flashed by.

Zang Yunzhou leaped out of the camp, skimmed across the water, and stood on the reef with Ren Ye.

Ren Ye nodded.

The torrential rain was a tactic to exhaust and weaken the enemy. They didn't know when the Great Shun would make its move, and it was unwise of them not to take precautions despite knowing that the Great Shun was coming.

Ordinary grandmasters, relying solely on their profound light, would find it difficult to perceive Liang Qu, who was in harmony with the heavens and man. This is how the Corpse Fiend Ren Ze met his end. In addition to the ritual and the Black Cicada, there are also powerful individuals in harmony with the heavens and man who personally guard the camp every day, changing shifts at noon to ensure that the camp is not attacked.

Ren Ye handed over the Grand Shaman's jade token, and the two figures intertwined.

Sudden.

Ren Ye stopped in her tracks and turned around abruptly.

The rain poured down, the Red River surged, visibility was extremely poor, and everything just a white blur appeared dozens of meters away.

Ren Ye and Zang Yunzhou's hearts skipped a beat simultaneously, blood rushed to their heads, and their pupils trembled. The two stood back to back, quickly looking around, but found nothing unusual.

No.

wrong.

A sudden whim—where is the threat? Has it not yet arrived?
Snapped!
Water splashed onto my neck, slightly cool, and a chill crept up my bones.

The drop of water didn't come from the sky, but splashed from the side. There were no trees or rocks around it that could block the raindrops or change their splash trajectory.

The enemy is behind us.

Ren Ye's pupils dilated, and her trembling eyes slanted sharply downwards.

In the corner of my eye, a "figure" stood obliquely behind me, the rain casting a blurry outline around it. Its whole body seemed to be enveloped by something, swirling around, almost perfectly reflecting the ambient light and shadow, disappearing into it.

"Enemy attack!"

Zang Yunzhou saw it before Ren Ye and shouted, but no sound came out. The translucent water film expanded violently, replacing heaven and earth, enveloping the two of them in a small space and eliminating all noise.

The moment the water film expanded, it was like a soap bubble bursting with colorful light, instantly making the previously blurry figure clear.

No, it's not that the soap bubble bursts, it's that the soap bubble encompasses them! Confines them inside!

Two bright red, golden eyes.

Violence is branded within the sea of ​​consciousness.

The silver-armored general held his long spear at an angle, releasing a transparent water film that covered a distance of one zhang!
"Wow..."

Heavy rain poured down, flooding the campsite.

The patrolling soldiers pulled mud from their boots, looked up, and saw that the Blackwater Poisoner Ren Ye, who was supposed to be handed over, was suddenly standing motionless on the reef, seemingly talking quietly with the Redwater Poisoner Zang Yunzhou. The two stood motionless in the rain, both somewhat indistinct.

There should be no problem.

he thinks.

when?
Enveloped in a film of water, Ren Ye and Zang Yunzhou felt a chill run down their spines, before they could even crush the great shaman's jade tablet.

With a flash of golden eyes, the silver-armored general spread his five fingers wide, twisted his wrist, and grasped the entire world.

A punch lands right in his face!
My heart was pounding in my chest, and the shadow of a fist grew larger and larger in my field of vision, covering my entire field of vision.

The two men, their thoughts in disarray, leaned back with all their might.

They wanted to hide, but they couldn't.

With a clenched fist, heaven and earth seem to be grasped, rendering one immobile, fingers stiff, unable to even crush the jade pendant in their hand, fist bones towering like mountains! The wind is like steel needles scraping bones!
Wow!
The pupils trembled, leaving afterimages.

The scenery around the world suddenly changed; it was a dark swamp covered with clouds, and the air was thick with dampness!

No longer torrential rain, no longer scorching sun.

It's the sea.

A sea soaked in human blood and decay, where the sky and the earth are unknown.

The relentless water pressure squeezed every inch of flesh and blood. Ren Ye and Zang Yunzhou were like a lump of kneaded dough. The rolling pin went from their toes to their scalp, separating their bodies and pressing down on their souls, finally grinding out a mouthful of rusty-tasting blood from their throats.

The smell of rust, the blood of mortals.

Bow down.

Dark hands, coarse linen clothes, a swaying sampan, a broken harpoon in his left hand, a tattered boat net tangled in his right fingers, the hemp thread binding them until they were swollen and congested.

Fisherman?

When have I ever been a fisherman?
Wow!
As everything changed back, the fist was still in sight. With a deafening explosion, a rolling fist imprint was unleashed!
boom!
Thunder roared from the mountains, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to sink.

Mountains seem to fall from the horizon!

fist!
A fist is a fist!

"what!"

"Liangqu!!!"

Both of them experienced a surge of inner fire, breaking free from the illusion. Their Qi Seas, one a thousand times stronger and the other eight hundred times stronger, boiled simultaneously, severing the jade tablets in their palms.

A burst of light erupted.

Countless red ants and black water swarmed out, attacking and blocking. Liang Qu's small tokens and jade tablets were all shattered, layer upon layer, yet he withstood the attack of the two men's jade tablets and continued to push.

Red ants and black liquid burst forth in layers, falling onto the skin and corroding it, producing wisps of blue smoke.

"Wow."

Ren Ye's body suddenly disintegrated, turning into invisible black water. The waves twisted and surged into the air, attempting to avoid the fist, but an invisible resistance forced him to expend dozens of times his Qi Sea to break free and turn around. Zang Yunzhou, who was directly in the brunt, had a pale face. Just at the critical moment, a stream of light surged into him from within the camp's great formation.

The Ritual of the Martial Saint!

Zang Yunzhou's ashen complexion quickly warmed up.

However, as the light shone onto the Red River, before his power could surge, it dissipated like the tide. Zang Yunzhou sensed this and, disregarding the force of the punch before him, looked up in alarm.

The sky and the heavens.

The ethereal mist flowed along every line of my palm.

The palm is large and fleshy, reddish-brown, like a piece of cotton; the palm lines resemble a thousand-spoked wheel, with clear lines and perfectly rounded rims and hubs; each finger has a webbed webbing, like the webbed feet of a goose, golden in color, with lines like silk.

The great sun has come!

Zang Yunzhou's pupils dilated. *Pfft!*
His chest was violently pierced, and the white bones protruded from his back, heading straight for Ren Ye's face.

With his spear held at an angle, Liang Qu nimbly traversed the six directions, the heavens and the earth, deflecting the eroding black water. He pulled out his heart from his chest, crushed it roughly, grabbed Zang Yunzhou's forearm, broke the arm bone, pulled him up, and threw him to the north bank.

The air wave exploded.

With the obstruction in front of him gone, the murderous aura rushed straight towards him. The hairs on the back of Ren Ye's neck stood on end, like steel needles sticking out and getting stuck in his cervical spine. Facing the enemy who killed his son, he subconsciously took a step back, lost his balance, and fell into the Red River.

Without lingering on Ren Ye, the golden eyes turned back, and in the instant when everyone sensed the aura and a few people caught a glimpse of the Great Sun Tathagata, none of them had time to flee.

Snapped!
The water film ruptured.

The Vortex Armor was retrieved above the Red River.

The light and shadow are no longer distorted.

The soldiers on the shore, their gazes shifting from the awe of the Buddha's Hand in the sky to the surging Red River, were filled with confusion.

It seemed that in the brief moment their gazes met, the world was erased for a moment, and a struggle that he was unaware of occurred in between.

Zang Yunzhou, who had been listening intently and motionless on the reef, turned ashen-faced and soared into the air. A film of water receded around his body, like a tiny insect inside a soap bubble.

Ren Ye, who was talking on the rocks, was terrified and fell backward, her back hitting the Red River.

The soldier's gaze was forced away from the two adults as he saw a pair of even more striking crimson-gold eyes, as dazzling as molten gold, which abruptly stole his attention, causing him to overlook the movements of the person whose eyes were golden.

hum~
A monkey's shadow appeared, a fairy island hovered in the sky, and mirages and dragon and tiger energies intertwined and entwined around the spearhead.

A glint of dark light flashed.

Heaven and earth were silent.

The tide, the wind, and the cicadas have all vanished.

Everything flashed into black and white.

Twisted, leaping lines fill the sky and earth.

Tangible and intangible things are all like fragile line drawings. Wherever the blade passes, the lines break, like a rubber band contracting and shaking, causing all the fine lines to jump, twist, and collapse together!
"Squeak~"

Inside the puddle, the last few bubbles slowly rose.

The cicada crawled out of the water, stepped onto the land, and struggled to reach the soldier's feet, before its segments could even touch him.

A beam of light suddenly erupted from the southern camp, but before it could spread throughout the entire camp, an arrow shot out from the north bank, shattering the beam of light. Both were annihilated simultaneously, a one-for-one exchange.

They have similar scents.

The third ritual!

The vast southern Xinjiang camp was now exposed without any reservations.

231.

Golden eyes swept across.

Silently counting the vibrant colors.

Wow!
The world grew cold.

Wandering in the sea of ​​qi, one suddenly feels empty.

The most vibrant and colorful central area on the south bank.

In the dense forest, beneath the grand tent, the heavens and earth burst open, and a canyon suddenly appeared!
boom!
Black cicadas vanish in the wind, amidst a tapestry of colors, large stretches of black and white.

The Qi Sea is 7,200 times stronger, first decreasing by 600, then by 6,500.

Two hundred and thirty-one, thirty-eight of them were extinguished!
"what!!!"

Hunting Tiger and Wolf Smoke died in the chaos and confusion, while the peripheral grandmaster clutched his severed arm and screamed in terror.

The remaining Gu, poison, and evil spirits stared into the deep canyon abyss, took a half step back in fright, their faces lost control, and the pores of their bodies tightly closed.

what?
What is this!
boom!
The Red River's flow reversed, rushing into the canyon, its mighty torrent carrying away the remaining corpses at the edge and shattering the rubble.

The entire Ha Long Bay was turned upside down, stretching for hundreds of miles, and a tsunami struck the South China Sea!

Ren Ye was half-submerged in the water, separated from the Hun River by the water. He heard extremely shrill screams. At this moment, he was overwhelmed by his son Ren Ze. His Qi Sea was surging. Seeing Liang Qu's aura suddenly drop, his blank mind suddenly cleared up. He realized that this was a unique and irreplaceable opportunity for revenge.

The black water spread, covered the Red River, and rushed towards Liangqu.

click!
Frost covered the area, and the black ice cracked.

A black, clumsy tigerfish suddenly appeared out of nowhere, opened its huge mouth, and a tall woman leaped out from inside, her eyes filled with frost.

"kill!"

Support the Grandmaster to leap out of the Red River.

Xu Haitao and several other top-tier celestial beings leaked their auras and could not get close. They immediately used teleportation tokens to descend to the front line and lead the support. They transformed into a sharp cone and dared to charge against two hundred people with fifty of them. At the rear, on the north bank, Grandmaster Da Shun moved together and rushed to support them.

The remaining 190 people, who were originally scattered throughout the camp, were startled by the slaying of the dragon and scattered like a thin pancake. They were no match for the combined attack of Xu Haitao, Ji Yanyu and others. In an instant, the leading few were annihilated by their supernatural powers.

"Run, run!"

"The arrow is at its last gasp, the arrow is at its last gasp, hold on, counterattack, counterattack!"

"Fifty ears, fifty human ears!"

The soldiers of the Southern Frontier Camp roared, their cries of battle drowned out by the deafening roar of battle.

Fifty men charging against two hundred, a fourfold difference in strength, would normally be utterly futile and a death sentence. However, the Southern Frontier camp was now in complete disarray, unable to mount any effective resistance. Some even abandoned their armor and weapons, jumping into the canyon to escape.

Zhenxiang was originally recruited by various departments, but when disaster struck, he had no idea what it meant to join forces to fight the enemy.

The death toll rose from 190 to 180, and then surged toward 150 or 160.

"call!"

As Ren Ye fought with Long Eying, Liang Qu stood up, blood dripping from his tiger's mouth. His golden eyes swept across the room, and many hostile gazes fell upon him, as if he were plotting something.

[Owner of the tripod: Liang Qu]

[Refine Ze Ling: Water Ape Great Sage (Orange) (Fusion Rate: 50%)]

[Water Essence: 100,000]

A thought came to my mind.

【Water Essence: 23】

[Refine Ze Ling: Water Ape Great Sage (Orange) (Fusion Rate: 50%↑)]

boom!
Grasp the blade and kick forward.

The sneak attack on the second-stage True Image returned, plowing half a mile of land, breaking countless large trees, and snapping its spine.

Liang Qu held Fu Bo obliquely, stepped on the Azure Dragon and ascended, the vortex opening and closing, a water dragon spear condensing in his palm.

further away.

The centipede shaman resided in his tent, constantly monitoring the situation at the front.

But at a certain moment, he was horrified to find that forty, nearly one and a half percent of the True Images, had been completely erased from his perception, and then decreased at a very fast rate, with the rest scattering in all directions.

"not good!"

In Nanhai County, the King of Nanhai also sensed Xu Haitao's "leap" forward, and then noticed the centipede shaman heading north, causing the veins on the back of his hand to bulge.

"Centipede! You, Southern Xinjiang, have caused me so much suffering!"

A meteor burst forth, and the palace collapsed.

They shot out from the south and the north, traversing thousands of miles, and collided in the sky above the Red River.

boom!
The ripples exploded.

The long, narrow "scar" on the ground doubled in length, Ha Long Bay sank three feet, and a massive tsunami swept up to hundreds of feet, submerging the forest.

The moment the South China Sea and the Centipede made a move, the King of Da Shun, the King of Chong, the Great Shaman of Pan Dong in the Southern Frontier, and the Great Shaman of Ku Gu all moved in response, and all moved towards Xia Long Bay.

Further south, further north.

More martial saints and great shamans gathered to observe and wait.

North of the Huai River, Zhang Longxiang opened his eyes, drew his long sword, leaped into the sky, and personally visited the source of the river.

The great marshes of the Jianghuai region.

The dragon coiled on the tree roots, its golden eyes gleaming. The Frog King put down the model ship and picked up the anchor.

"It's all so chaotic now."

General Yuan rowed across the water towards the center of Pengze.

All the martial arts masters in the world were greatly mobilized.

imperial capital.

People hurried about, worrying and complaining about the high price of firewood and charcoal. Under Longjin Bridge, however, braised pork brains were a good business for a while, steaming hot. The emperor climbed to the top of Wangyue Tower and looked out at the boundless sky and earth, the clouds rolling and unfolding. The vast capital was covered in a blanket of white.

Raise your hand to wipe away the clouds in the sky.

The Holy Emperor pointed to the small bridge by the pool: "What's the name of that snack place again? I've seen the Heavenly Feather Guards often go there together after their martial arts practice. It seems that Liang Qing also likes to eat there?"

"Your Majesty, it's brain meat."

"Brain meat?"

"It's just tough bits of meat, with a little soy sauce, some scallions and ginger, simmered in a small earthenware pot over a low flame until tender, it has a unique flavor."

"Go and buy some, I'll try some too."

"Yes."

"Wait." The Holy Emperor raised his hand, looked south, turned and went downstairs. "Let's not eat now, let's draft an edict!"

(End of this chapter)