The Heavens: From Knowing Whether You Rule the World

Chapter 195 The th Zhang Tiannan Decisive Battle (End)!

Above the sky, sword energy crisscrossed like surging waves, extremely sharp.

The sword energy gathered together, like a dazzling star, and the attack was like a violent storm, without stopping for a moment, madly attacking Mulan Shengqin.

The sword energy struck one after another with an unstoppable force that seemed to be able to tear the void apart. They were closely connected, almost forming an indestructible entity that was impenetrable.

Most great monks would definitely find it difficult to resist such an attack.

However, Mulan Holy Bird is, after all, a demon from the spiritual world who has come to the mortal world. It has extraordinary strength, and its original body is above the Spirit Transformation Stage. It has the ability to stir up the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so it still has enough strength to resist.

All I saw was its spiritual flame gushing out. The color of the flame was bright and dazzling, red with purple, and purple with gold, emitting a powerful aura that made people's heart palpitate.

When the spiritual fire burned, the light was dazzling, the heat waves rolled, and the blazing flames were like a surging and violent wave, burning out the sword energy bit by bit.

The spiritual fire is extraordinary, the sword energy is dense, and both of them use attack instead of defense.

One of them held a sword, and the other was a bird spitting fire. The two were facing each other from a distance, and for a moment they were in a stalemate.

Chu Hong's eyes moved slightly, and his spiritual sense swept across like a tide, looking at the battlefield below where the killing was ongoing.

Deep in the army of mages, the saint girl sat cross-legged, with a lotus shadow on her body appearing and disappearing. Her clear eyes looked at the ten blazing ancient lamps from time to time, and then she vaguely focused her attention on an ancient green flame lamp.

Judging from her behavior, she seemed to have some special connection with the Mulan Sacred Bird, and her spiritual awareness was linked to the ancient lamp, allowing her to easily see all movements within a dozen feet.

A strange light flashed in Chu Hong's eyes, and he waved his hand. Thousands of sword energies instantly gathered and lingered, turning into an indestructible sword energy barrier, completely isolating Mulan Shengqin's consciousness and vision.

"Silver Moon."

Chu Hong touched the storage bag and whispered.

A cute little wolf jumped out in response, with sword energy lingering around it, protecting it as it quietly ran towards the light.

Just as the silver moon was about to arrive, Chu Hong pinched the magic spell with both hands, and the colorful ink snow main sword condensed, shining with light, gathering into an extraordinary magical power, attacking the Mulan Holy Bird.

A small part of the sword energy quietly changed direction and fell downwards like lightning, densely attacking Saint Mulan who was guarding the ancient lamp.

Saint Mulan's sense is everywhere, and she can sense danger within ten feet around her. Naturally, she also sensed the dense sword energy that suddenly attacked.

However, the distance of more than ten feet was too close, and the speed of the sword energy was too fast.

Even though Saint Mulan had reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, it was difficult for her to dodge.

Seeing the dense sword energy, Saint Mulan was shocked and had to activate the ancient lamp. The ancient lamp shone brightly and turned into a half-enclosing barrier to resist.

At this moment, two swords that were under specific control suddenly turned in a different direction and attacked from behind.

One sword attacked her body like a poisonous snake, and the other sword attacked her palm like lightning.

"call out!"

The sound of sword energy breaking through the wind was heard. Saint Mulan used her consciousness to cover it and hurriedly dodged, but the ancient lamp was inevitably touched, and her white and tender palm could not help but feel a little unsteady.

Taking advantage of this tiny mistake, a silver light flashed and attacked, and a little wolf grabbed the ancient lamp with its claws and snatched it away.

When the little wolf saw that he had achieved his goal, he couldn't help but smile triumphantly and floated back away.

"Don't think about it!"

Saint Mulan was startled, her face turned pale and bloodless, and she hurried forward to chase after him.

He gritted his silver teeth and raised his hands. Large lotus shadows floated towards the silver wolf like snowflakes. His determination to snatch the lantern was absolute.

Unexpectedly, the little wolf was not worried at all. Instead, he shrugged his head and pointed behind her.

Saint Mulan was startled and realized something, so she quickly turned around and cast a spell to protect herself.

"Thum! Thug! Thumb!"

The sword energy attacked mercilessly, smashing towards the saint like a rainstorm.

He dodged left and right, struggling to hold on, but he could neither get away nor dared to get away.

When the little wolf saw this, a hint of human joy flashed in his animal eyes, and he raised the ancient lamp slightly.

"call!"

The wolf blew gently, and a silver light covered the wick.

The ancient lamp flashed with green light and then went out.

The eight bronze lamps seemed to be sensing something and began to tremble in unison. A flash of light flashed, and then the flames - disappeared.

The ancient lamps turned into balls of spiritual energy and dissipated.

"No!"

Saint Mulan was panicked and screamed loudly.

"You can't escape."

Mulan's sacred bird was too crucial. If Mulan was defeated due to her mistake, she would definitely not have a good ending even if she was a saint.

Now that the wick has gone out, I'm afraid the only way to avoid punishment is to catch the murderer.

When she thought of this, Saint Mulan glanced in the direction of the blue bird in panic, and found that the holy bird did not disappear immediately. She calmed down and decided to chase after it.

But the dense sword energy attack was too fierce. She could only hide and flee, struggling to hold on, unable to turn the situation around.

Taking advantage of this time, the sword energy gathered together and formed a dense cage-like thing, protecting the little wolf tightly and flying above the sky.

By the time Saint Mulan escaped, most of the sword energy had already disappeared, and there was no trace of the little wolf, making it difficult to find.

Saint Mulan looked at the abnormal Mulan Holy Bird, her face turning red and white, floating alone in the air, and she seemed a little at a loss.

A saint in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, the fifth most important person in the Mulan clan, actually had a feeling of pity and sadness.

Above the sky, Mulan the Holy Beast's eyes moved slightly, brewing the energy of fire spirit, intending to kill with one strike and decide the outcome.

As a being in the lower realm of divine consciousness, it is destined not to be able to hold out for long. The longer the fight lasts, the greater its disadvantage will be.

With a breath of fire spirit brewing, the blue bird spewed out a ball of blue fire and attacked fiercely.

Compared to the red flame, the green fire was obviously not of the same level of spiritual fire. It was extremely hot and dazzling.

When the green fire burned, it was like a bright green sun, easily illuminating the mountains and rivers for hundreds of miles.

As the flames danced, it seemed as if countless mysterious runes were flashing, and each rune contained unimaginable power.

With one strike, the sword energy was shattered one after another, and it attacked the young man holding the sword directly.

The young man changed his magic spells and summoned a lot of sword energy before he was able to block the spiritual fire.

Mulan Shengqin was overjoyed, and spit out green fire repeatedly, one strike after another, continuously, like a violent storm.

Just when it was planning to launch a massive attack and unleash a more powerful killing move, it suddenly realized that the spiritual energy in its body was rapidly draining away.

The bluebird was startled and, without caring about hurting anyone, quickly turned its head to look.

Upon seeing this, the bird's eyes trembled.

Where are those floating ancient lamps deep in the army of mages?

The blue bird panicked, and before it could even scream, the fire spirit energy it had gathered became uncontrollable. Almost at the same time, the blue bird's body shrank continuously, and in just one breath, it shrank from more than ten feet to a foot.

A pair of beast eyes, full of unwillingness, stared at the young man holding the sword, and then looked at the army of mages with some disappointment.

The people of Mulan offered precious treasures as sacrifices and used ancient lamps as a medium to summon it to the lower world.

The people of Mulan paid a price, so why shouldn’t it also pay a price in the underworld?
How could I have expected that I would be so disappointing!
"Puff!" The blue bird's body exploded and turned into countless blue lights, disappearing without a trace.

Chu Hong laughed and patted Little Wolf on the head: "Well done!"

Before he finished speaking, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as he looked at the countless people being killed below.

The Ten Directions Altar had already been buried, the Immortal Execution Sword Formation had already been set up, and more than a hundred Nascent Soul cultivators of Mulan had entered the formation.
With a wave of his hand, the endless sword energy turned and attacked downwards like a surging tide.

The sword energy crisscrossed and attacked dozens of Nascent Soul monks in Mulan, occasionally touching the magic monks, breaking limbs and flesh flying everywhere, dyeing the ground red.

The fight between Mulan Shengqin and Chu Hong has always attracted great attention from the cultivators of Tiannan and the magicians of Mulan.

As the strongest forces on both sides, the outcome of the battle can almost determine the outcome of this bloody war.

The disappearance of Mulan's sacred bird caused many mages to change their expressions, while the monks were greatly encouraged and their morale was high.

The skinny old man, the dwarf, the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and Mulan's three great divine masters all changed their expressions suddenly. While resisting the attacks of the Tiannan cultivators, they communicated with each other through their spiritual consciousness and unwillingly.

Things are a bit difficult!

The holy bird was at a disadvantage, the man above the sky was full of sword intent, and the fight at the level of the great monks was likely to be not optimistic.

But even though I know I might fail, I can’t run away.

The killing between Tiannan and Mulan mobilized nearly 100,000 monks. If Mulan's divine master escaped, Mulan's magicians would probably be killed...

The three great divine masters communicated with each other through telepathy, but for a moment they were a little undecided.

Until, dense sword energy rose up, leaving the three people with no choice but to escape.

Under the cover of the endless sword energy, three seemingly inconspicuous gray-white sparks flashed and fell on the three people.

Without waiting for the three to react, a blazing fire rose up, and a huge hand stretched out and captured the three people's Nascent Souls.

On the other side, the black-robed monk who had been diligently killing saw the Mulan Holy Bird disappear. His eyes turned cold and his heart was chilled.

Looking at the flashing sword energy sweeping over from the sky, he knew that the situation was hopeless and he began to consider retreating.

The great monk's unique spiritual consciousness spread across the battlefield over a hundred miles in size, intending to find a Taoist companion.

Ok?
The man in black robe was startled. He saw a pool of meat paste.

A pool of meat paste!

"what!"

"Who is it? Who killed my sect master's wife? I will extract his soul and refine his spirit to avenge this hatred."

Dark clouds were flying, and there was a roar like thunder, full of anger and sadness.

Seeing such a brutal and murderous aura, Han Li, who was quietly taking out his storage bag, was slightly moved and his heart skipped a beat.

The gap between a great cultivator and an early Nascent Soul cultivator is too huge, and he doesn't want to be chased again!

Fortunately, following the words of the man in black robe, the voice of the old demon Hehuan also came from a distant and ethereal voice.

"The winner has not yet been decided, why are you in such a hurry to leave? I am just looking forward to learning more about your magic skills!"

A grayish-white mist just blocked the dark clouds.

"Go away. I don't want to discuss anything with you. If you are stubborn, don't blame me for being rude."

The air was filled with gloom and fog, and the voice of the Yinluo Sect leader was extremely cold.

He really didn't expect that this killing would be so dangerous. Even his Taoist partner was killed here.

"You're welcome? I've lived for so many years, but I've rarely been treated rudely by anyone. Whatever tricks you have, just use them!" The old demon Hehuan sneered, with no intention of backing down.

As of now, Tiannan has a considerable advantage and has never been at a disadvantage in the fighting with the cultivator named Fang, but he is not afraid of him at all.

The black-robed man in the dark cloud fell silent, and after a long while, he said grimly: "Well, since you are so ignorant of the situation,

This sect master is not in the mood to waste more time, so I will let you see the power of our sect's treasure, the [Ghost Banner]. "

As he spoke, the monk named Fang took out a banner about ten feet in size with a gloomy face, and dark clouds rose up and rolled endlessly.

While activating the magic weapon, he quietly watched the edge of the sword energy formation.

He's going to run!
Since his Taoist companion has unfortunately been lost and Mulan's situation has also been lost, there is no need to waste his efforts in vain.

While the main force of the Mulan people is at war, a trip to their rear area would have similar effects.

People from Mulan and Tiannan are all the same.

He was concentrating on wielding his treasure, but his mind didn't pay much attention to what was happening around him. Moreover, the battlefield was unpredictable, with many spells coming and going, and the sound of explosions and roars was endless, so there weren't many things worth his attention.

His black robe was of extraordinary craftsmanship and was also a magical weapon that was enough to block the spells and magical powers of most low-level cultivators.

Little did he know that a small gray-white spark the size of a thumb quietly floated down and landed on the robe.

"Um, what?"

The monk's alertness made him look quickly at the dark robe.

"not good!"

Before he could finish his words, a small spark suddenly burned, leaving no time for reaction.

When the small spark burned, it instantly exploded with astonishingly high temperature and powerful destructive force, as if it could turn everything into ashes. There was not even time to suppress the spiritual energy, and the black-robed man's body had already been burned.

Just as the gray-white sparks were about to burn his Nascent Soul, a clear light flashed, and a big hand reached out and grasped the Nascent Soul tightly.

"Thank you, Daoist Fellow He Huan, for your help in attracting this man's attention."

Chu Hong chuckled and clasped his fists.

It was not until this moment that the monk surnamed Yi could truly see the true appearance of the figure above the sky.

"My friend, you are too kind."

Watching how the man in black robe fell into the trap bit by bit, the old monster Hehuan did not dare to be negligent and quickly saluted.

That small gray-white flame was truly terrifying.

Even though he watched the whole process of killing the black-robed man, he couldn't figure out how to deal with it. The burning was too fast, and even if he could react quickly, his body couldn't bear it.

The best that can happen is that your Nascent Soul can escape, but someone is guarding it, so you, with just a Nascent Soul, will probably not be able to escape.

The old demon Hehuan couldn't help but touch his nose bridge. His back felt a little cold and he felt uncomfortable no matter how he stood. He had been a great cultivator for nearly three hundred years, but this was the first time he had seen such a method.

The young man laughed, and a green light burst out. He followed the same method and killed more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators in succession. In less than an incense stick of time, forty or fifty Nascent Soul cultivators fell into his hands.

Many Nascent Soul cultivators looked at this scene, some bowed and saluted, while others even called him "senior", all of them showing respect and awe.

One battle, shock the world!
(End of this chapter)