I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 229 Obtaining Godhood!

Dream world.

In the human world, in the country of Daliang, the temple of the mountain god of Erlong Mountain.

The monk slapped Fang Ping's Baihui acupoint with his palm, and a strong wind whistled, with murderous intent in his heart.

Just as the palm force was about to fall, an arm suddenly stretched out from the void and blocked Fang Ping silently.

The arm was as thick as a rock, with knotty muscles and unimaginable strength. It collided with the monk lightly.

"Bam—"

There was a dull sound, and the monk felt that the palm force was like a drop in the ocean, and was firmly caught by the arm and dissipated inch by inch.

His eyes flashed, and he quickly took a few steps back, narrowing his eyes and staring at the owner of the arm.

At this moment, boundless darkness suddenly emerged behind Fang Ping, as if a door to the abyss had opened in the void.

In the darkness, a terrifying aura surged out like a tide. The hall was instantly shrouded in gloom and the temperature dropped sharply, making people shudder.

The monk's face changed drastically, alarm bells rang in his heart, and he shouted sternly:

"Who is this monster that dares to act so presumptuously here?!"

Before he finished speaking, several blurry figures slowly walked out of the darkness.

The first to appear was the Green Ox Demon Lord who blocked his attack, followed by the fishy-smelling Thorn-Tail Demon Lord, the tentacled Moon Demon Lord, and the third Demon King Tiger with a body as big as a mountain and a fierce look in his eyes.

They stepped out from behind Fang Ping one by one, tall and majestic, with an imposing aura. They stood in the main hall of the mountain temple, looking down at the monks, like gods descending to control the world.

An icy and deep aura emanated from the several powerful men, carrying with it an indescribable terror that penetrated people's hearts.

The monk's face was pale, his pupils shrank, and cold sweat oozed from his palms.

He knew very well that the three people in front of him were all top masters of the sixth realm, and each of them possessed strength far beyond his own.

The leader, the Moon Demon Lord, has reached the peak of the sixth realm and is only one step away from becoming a god and becoming a saint.

If these three people join forces, I'm afraid no force in the human world will be able to compete head-on.

The Green Bull Demon Venerable stepped forward, his voice low and majestic, carrying an irresistible pressure:

"We are the messengers of the immortal Ji. How dare we, mere mortals, offend the followers of our Lord in the human world?"

When the monk heard this, he felt a chill down his spine. Under the pressure from the Green Bull Demon Lord, he actually felt his blood stagnating.

He knew very well that the situation was critical and did not dare to fight. He put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name:
"Amitabha! Since the angel of the gods has come, I have no intention of offending you. I will take my leave now!"

After saying that, he suddenly turned around, stepped on the ground, and his body turned into a stream of light, rushing out of the hall at a speed as fast as lightning.

A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him, and the strength of the Jixian Sect is far beyond the imagination of the outside world. It is not an ordinary emerging sect that has just been established for a few days. He must leave alive and convey this message.

"Want to escape? Wishful thinking!"

At the moment when the monk flew out, the surrounding space suddenly seemed to be frozen, and the air became as hard and heavy as granite, locking his body in mid-air.

The monk tried to struggle, but the space was as confined as a mountain pressing down on him and he couldn't move at all.

"The bald donkey has no fear,"

The Moon Demon Lord smiled coldly and slowly took a step forward, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, "Then you will sink here forever and become a sacrifice for my lord!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crescent-shaped crack on his forehead opened slightly, and a faint halo shot out from the crack, cold and chilly, sealing off the entire hall tightly.

The power was like an invisible spider web, tightly woven into a barrier. The darkness around it became increasingly heavy, as if it was poured with iron, completely sealing off the heaven and earth.

The monk was horrified, with cold sweat running down his forehead, but he was, after all, the "King of Heaven" of the sixth realm of Buddhism, with a strong fighting spirit and rich experience. He immediately formed seals with his hands and chanted the Buddha's name.

A golden "卍" character flew out from his chest, shining with Buddha's light, and rushed straight into the surrounding barriers, trying to tear open a way out.

"Don't even think about escaping!"

At this moment, the Thorn-Tailed Demon King appeared like a ghost, his body shook, and his long tail rose into the air. The poisonous sting on his tail was like a sharp spear, piercing through the void, and with a sharp sound of breaking wind, it stabbed towards the monk fiercely.

The monk's pupils suddenly shrank, and he quickly changed his tactics, pushing out his palms, and the Buddha's light condensed into a protective shield.

The poisonous stinger hit hard, and the sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the hall.

However, at this moment, the crescent crack on the Moon Demon Lord's forehead burst into a faint light again, instantly tearing a crack in the monk's Buddha light shield.

The poisonous sting of the Thorn-Tailed Demon Lord was unstoppable. It penetrated the defense and pierced into the cracks, leaving a wound on the monk's shoulder so deep that the bone could be seen.

"hiss--"

Blood splattered, the monk groaned, his body unsteady, and he stepped back suddenly. He felt only a slight pain in his shoulder, followed by unbearable soreness and swelling, and then it quickly became numb.

"No, I'm poisoned!"

He was startled, and as soon as the thought came to his mind, the poison attacked him like a flood, paralyzing his arm.

Inside the mountain temple, murderous aura was as solid as substance, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The Green Bull Demon Lord and Tiger Old Third stood silently in front of Fang Ping and the Silent Immortal Sect monks, like two cold stone statues, with grim eyes, watching the surroundings vigilantly to ensure that the confrontation between the Sixth Realm powerhouses would not affect others.

Inside the temple, the Moon Demon Lord and the Thorn-Tailed Demon Lord approached step by step, their eyes fixed coldly on the monk in front of them.

The Thorn-Tailed Demon Lord's eyes glowed with a faint green light, and the poisonous sting on its tail swayed gently, like a venomous snake ready to attack.

The monk gritted his teeth and forced out a breath of true energy to suppress the poison, but the poison quickly invaded his meridians like a maggot in the bone, and a burning pain spread throughout his body.

"Mortal, you might as well try to pray to your Buddha and Bodhisattva to see if they will send down messengers to save you like my Lord Jixian did!"

The Thorn-Tailed Demon Lord sneered, his eyes full of mockery.

The monk tried his best to gather his energy, but gradually he lost control of his body, his limbs felt as if they were weighed by lead, and the Buddha's light gradually dimmed.

He was no match for these powerful men in front of him, and it was even more difficult for him to resist this swift and unparalleled poison. He knew that today would not end well. His eyes were filled with anger and helplessness, and he growled unwillingly:
"You evil demons, do you really think you can do whatever you want in the human world?"

The only response he got was the Moon Demon Lord's cold laughter. The crescent crack on its forehead slightly opened again, and a faint light shone out, covering the monk.

The monk suddenly felt a strange force invading his body, as if countless cold tentacles were moving inside him, stripping away the source of life in his body.

It felt like the soul was torn from the flesh and bones, cold and powerless, with no way to resist.

After a while, the monk felt his breath gradually dissipating, his body became weaker and weaker, and even his fate seemed to be pulled into endless darkness.

He struggled hard, trying to deliver a final blow, but all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away, and his eyes gradually lost focus.

"Amitabha……"

The monk murmured the last Buddhist name, and his body finally could not hold on any longer. He slowly fell to the ground, his eyes wide open with lingering anger and unwillingness.

Fang Ping was overjoyed to see that the powerful Buddhist "Heavenly King" was easily killed by the divine messenger sent by Jixian, and he immediately kowtowed to the gods:

"Thank you so much for the help from the gods! The silent immortals are compassionate and will protect all living beings!"

The Green Ox Demon Lord glanced at him and said calmly:
"Ji Xian has ordered us to help you develop the Ji Xian Sect. You can do whatever you want. If you encounter any resistance in the human world, we will solve it."

……

Ten days later, in the dream world.

abyss.

Li Qingyun passed through layers of obstacles in the darkness and finally reached the deepest part of the abyss.

In this terrifying depth that no one can reach, the air is so cold that it seems to freeze the blood, and there is pitch black and deathly silence all around, as if the whole world has been swallowed up by darkness.

However, he did not feel a trace of fear in his heart. Instead, he was secretly filled with an uncontrollable desire.

With the help of his high-level divination skills, he knew clearly that what he had been searching for was hidden here.

Along the way, he continued to kill the "ancient immortals" in the abyss, and his strength continued to rise, like an inexhaustible black current pouring into his body. His bones, flesh, and meridians were tempered to become tougher and tougher, and there seemed to be signs of upgrading his "immortal status".

I don't know how long it took, but a temple suddenly appeared in front of me. It was shaped like a towering altar. There was silence all around, except for the overwhelming dark aura that oppressed people's souls and made them tremble slightly.

Li Qingyun's heart trembled, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He knew that this was the destination of his journey—the place where the "Godhead" was hidden.

He strode into the temple hall, only to find it empty and dark. There was no light at all, only a deep and sticky darkness, like the shadow of some living creature, lurking in all directions, spying on every inch of the intruder's skin and every pore.

Countless mysterious whispers were heard in the darkness, with the tones rising and falling, as if ancient creatures were whispering in one's ear, as if there were countless unsolved secrets hidden in them, carrying an irresistible temptation.

In the center of the hall, a stone platform stands quietly. It is the only fixed existence in this mysterious space.

A ball of black light was suspended above the stone platform.

The black light was neither dazzling nor flickering, but like a sleeping eye, so deep that it was suffocating.

It didn't seem to emit any breath, but it exuded an irresistible attraction that caught Li Qingyun's gaze and pulled his mind into an indescribable depth.

Li Qingyun's eyes were attracted by the black light, and a strange illusion suddenly arose in his heart, as if there was an endless world hidden in the black light - it was countless wastelands, endless skies, and the eternal dark ocean. There were indescribable existences roaming in it, flashing evil mysterious light.

The more I stared, the smaller I felt, like a speck of dust, as if the black light contained wisdom deeper than the universe and more violent madness.

He involuntarily stretched out his hand, and the moment his fingertips touched the black light, his mind suddenly became chaotic, as if countless voices were coming from all directions, difficult to discern, but full of infinite temptation.

Those voices intertwined into complex tones, sweeping through his sea of ​​consciousness layer by layer, telling ancient secrets and whispering secrets buried by time and space.

At this moment, his soul seemed to be drawn into some kind of eternal nightmare. Everything before his eyes became blurred and distorted, and his consciousness seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to escape.

In the black light, an extremely cold force quietly seeped into Li Qingyun's body.

Not only did this power not give him any help, but it seemed to instill a kind of eternal fear into the depths of his soul.

He felt that his flesh and blood were slowly being corroded and reshaped. Every bit of spiritual energy in his body was shattered by this force. It was as if a layer of skin was peeled off his soul. He felt bone-chillingly cold and suffocatingly painful.

The black light was like a pair of prying eyes, stripping away his essence and corroding into his sea of ​​consciousness, causing him to feel a sense of despair and powerlessness to resist.

In an instant, Li Qingyun seemed to see countless distorted shapes. Those shapes had no human faces, but were some kind of ancient, evil existence that could not be understood by common sense.

They float silently in the dark void, their bodies are incredibly huge, and they possess wisdom beyond that of mortals and crazy desires.

The indifference and resentment in their eyes made Li Qingyun feel cold in his heart, as if he was just a speck of dust in front of them, and the will of these beings was heavier than death and suffocating.

However, facing all this, Li Qingyun was well prepared. After reaching out to touch the "divine nature", he immediately summoned the mysterious palace.

Before coming here, he had practiced this series of operations countless times and had already formed a mechanical memory.

Although his consciousness was a little fuzzy, he still summoned the mysterious palace like a well-set precision instrument.

The gray fog, like a tide, immediately surged up, enveloped the "godhead", and began to refine it.

In an instant, Li Qingyun regained consciousness and was overjoyed.

Although this is a world derived from dreams, all magic weapons, magical instruments and talismans cannot be brought back to the real world, but the divine nature has a special uniqueness in all realms. As long as it exists, it can be refined and taken away and brought back to the real world.

After all, this godhead is part of the fallen immortal's will and will not disappear just because one leaves the dream.

In other words, after he refines the divine nature here, as long as he returns to the real world and practices the "Hongmeng Daojing" to perfection and reaches the peak of the sixth realm, he will be able to merge with the divine position and become a demigod of the seventh realm.

However, at this moment, the dark space around them suddenly shook, and a low roar came from the bottom of the abyss, as if an ancient creature awakened from the depths of heaven and earth, and the voice was full of chilling fear.

Li Qingyun's heart moved, and he continued to go deeper in the direction of the voice, and came to an even darker place of nothingness.

At the end of the eighteenth level of the abyss, Li Qingyun saw a tall and ferocious figure.

The figure seemed to have condensed countless powers from the abyss, glowing with a deep purple light, his eyes were like burning flames, and his face had a hint of mysterious majesty and resentment.

Li Qingyun stared at the figure, and instantly felt an extremely oppressive aura coming over him, as if he was imprisoned in endless darkness...

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(End of this chapter)