I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 234 Above the Starry Sky
Outside Anyuan City, the night was as dark as ink and the wind was bitingly cold.

The elite soldiers of Liang State were lined up in the darkness, their armor flickering in the dim light. They were ready to launch a large-scale siege under the cover of night.

However, just moments before the attack horn sounded, they suddenly saw the drawbridge of Anyuan city gate lowered and slowly opened, and twisted and terrifying flesh and blood monsters rushed out from the darkness and swept towards their own camp at an incredible speed.

These monsters were huge in size, made entirely of solidified flesh and blood, with an ominous red glow on their surface, as if they were evil spirits from the depths of the underworld.

Their bodies were covered with densely packed eyes, all staring at them. Each eye had a golden vertical pupil and was filled with a bloodthirsty aura.

With every step the monsters took, the ground shook, accompanied by low roars, like the howling of ghosts and wolves, bringing the melody of death.

The soldiers of Liang State were completely shocked by this scene, and the originally neat formation fell into chaos in an instant.

Fear spread in everyone's heart, and invisible oppression came like a tide, crushing their will.

"What is that! Those things...what kind of monsters are they?!"

A soldier shouted in fear with a trembling voice, his voice full of despair.

The generals of Liang State were also horrified. They watched these monsters rushing towards them like a whirlwind. They were immediately at a loss and tried to command their soldiers to fight.

But who would dare to step forward to resist?

All their courage was completely crushed the moment the monster approached. The soldiers could not hold on to their swords and guns and fled in all directions, trying to stay away from this cursed battlefield.

But those monsters were huge in size and moved as fast as the wind. They arrived in front of the Liang army camp in the blink of an eye.

They waved their arms as thick as tree trunks and crushed the soldiers in front of them into meat paste like straw.

Blood splattered, and wailing and screaming rose and fell in the darkness.

Those flesh and blood puppets were tireless, and swords and guns could not cause any damage to their bodies.

Instead, each attack was accompanied by a low murmur, which was like a cold and evil spell, as if some invisible force was guiding them, turning them into killing machines, and advancing madly towards the enemy camp.

The soldiers of Liang State collapsed at the first blow, and their formation completely fell apart. Even those generals with profound skills lost the will to resist in fear, and could only retreat to the rear in groups, not daring to look back at the hideous flesh and blood puppet.

On the city wall, Xiao Hongyu stared coldly at the massacre on the battlefield in the distance, with a cold and satisfied light flashing in her eyes.

The corners of her mouth raised slightly with a confident smile, as if everything was under her control.

Fang Ping stood beside her, silent, watching the fleeing Liang army and the bloody monsters chasing and trampling them, his heart filled with fear and curses.

The evil magic that Xiao Hongyu used was far beyond his imagination, and this terrifying power made him shudder.

Fang Ping's originally wavering heart was swallowed up by endless darkness at this moment. He knew that he had embarked on a path of no return and could never look back.

At this moment, he could only put everything on this evil force, hoping that it would tear open a gap in the road to survival for the Jixian Sect.

The flesh and blood puppets killed people along the way, leaving a scarlet slaughterhouse wherever they passed.

The soldiers of the Liang army were torn into pieces like cutting melons and vegetables, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and their screams were gradually drowned out by the night.

On the battlefield, it is no longer a fight between people, but a confrontation between pure despair and death.

Those flesh and blood monsters were like evil spirits from the underworld. Their miserable remains filled the air with sticky blood mist, and the entire land was dyed the color of hell with darkness and blood.

In the end, the Liang army was completely defeated, and broken arms and limbs covered the land outside Anyuan City.

The bloody smell permeated the air for a long time. Only those flesh and blood puppets stood there, like the guards of the god of death, guarding this ghostly city.

Xiao Hongyu slowly withdrew her hand, and the cold light in her eyes gradually faded.

She turned around and looked at Fang Ping and the believers in the city, and said calmly:
"Master, today's victory is all due to your dedication. Those devout believers will directly enter the kingdom of the 'Silent' Immortal God and enjoy eternal peace!"

Fang Ping lowered his head, his face ashen, his fists clenched, but he dared not speak.

His heart was entangled with deep fear and regret. The bloody and desperate aura emitted by those flesh monsters seemed to silently remind him that the price of all this would eventually turn into a nightmare that he would never be able to get rid of...

Behind the two men, countless followers witnessed the great victory of the "Jixian Sect" and their excitement grew.

Their eyes were filled with fanaticism and piety. No matter whether they were men or women, old or young, they all fell into madness, roaring, shouting, praying, and constantly chanting the title of the immortal "Ji".

Even ordinary people in the city who were not originally believers were infected by this weird and crazy atmosphere. An almost morbid worship gradually emerged in their eyes. They began to pray to this unknown immortal and became new believers.

In just a short moment, the believers of the Jixian Sect in Anyuan City emerged like a tide. The power of faith generated by hundreds of thousands of believers continued to gather in the darkness, like an invisible torrent, surging towards an unknown and unpredictable direction in the dark.

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At the bottom of the abyss, darkness is as solid as a substance, impenetrable and seems to devour all living things.

In the void, there are countless tiny points of light floating around. They are the devout prayers of the believers. They are like stars in the dark space, flickering with faint light, but carrying some incredible power.

Li Qingyun sat cross-legged, bathing in the dim light emitted by these light spots.

His aura rose up, and the blood in his body surged like a river, turning into long dragons and converging in his limbs and bones.

The foundation of his "immortal status" continued to grow at an incredible speed, and soon it was above the abyss.

Li Qingyun stretched out his fingers and touched a glimmer of light. The light spots seemed to respond to his call and slowly merged into his palm. In an instant, a pure force rushed straight to his spirit platform, like blazing lava injected into his body.

His body shook slightly, and a purple-gold glow emanated from his body, dispelling most of the darkness in the abyss.

“This…is this the power of faith?”

Li Qingyun's heart moved, and he felt a surge of greed in his divine nature, coveting these much-needed nutrients.

Those prayer lights carry the thoughts of countless believers, some praying for protection, some seeking strength, and some even wailing in despair, hoping to find a glimmer of salvation in the mysterious teachings of Jixian.

As his aura surged, Li Qingyun's eyes narrowed slightly. Instead of feeling happy, he had a bad premonition.

With the infusion of the power of faith, he was able to use his status as an "outer immortal" to glimpse the scenes behind these prayer points of light, which were reflected from the perspectives and memories of believers. He closed his eyes, and his mind followed a light point deep into it, and a series of horrifying scenes suddenly emerged in his mind.

The bright red blood flowed slowly along the ravines of the altar. Xiao Hongyu stood coldly on the battlefield filled with blood mist, commanding the flesh and blood monsters created by the sacrifices of the believers to slaughter the enemy.

Those terrifying puppets made low murmurs, and every movement carried a heart-wrenching sense of oppression. Behind them, countless believers worshiped fanatically, offering their most devout faith to the "Silent Immortal".

"These guys...are they sacrificing this for me?"

Li Qingyun's eyes were gloomy and he clenched his fists.

He clearly felt that the power flowing in those monsters was exactly the blood and energy of the believers, and those believers of the Jixian Sect actually dedicated their lives to this fanatical sacrificial ceremony without any complaints.

Although all the creatures in the dream world are actually derived from the will of the "fallen immortal" and are not real lives, each of them has his or her own joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness, birth, old age, sickness, and death, and is actually no different from real people.

Such a large-scale sacrifice is no different from that of the devil. How could the Taoist tradition he passed down be misinterpreted into such a ridiculous and bizarre cult?

However, at this time, he was already powerless to do anything about it. As an "outer immortal" with divine power, even if a word or a thought from him was transmitted to the human world, it would cause countless creatures to fall and collapse, and die on the spot.

Just as Li Qingyun's doubts grew deeper and deeper, a huge force of faith surged uncontrollably, rushed into his godhead, and madly increased his strength.

Wrapped in this terrifying power, he slowly fell into a deep sleep...

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Soon, a year passed...

During this period of time, the Jixian Sect in the human world is experiencing unprecedented glorious moments time and time again.

With the great victory in Anyuan City, the reputation of the Jixian Sect spread throughout the Liang Kingdom and even the entire "Endless Sea" continent.

After witnessing the power of the flesh and blood puppets, the faith of those devout believers became even stronger.

They began to preach crazily, telling everyone the power of "Jixian".

Every day, tens of thousands of believers continue to pour into the church, some out of a desire for power, some out of fear of the unknown, or simply because they have witnessed inexplicable miracles.

These lambs knelt down in front of the altar, prayed to the "Silent Immortal", and offered their faith and souls without reservation.

This fanatical power turned into rays of prayer light, passing through the endless darkness, pouring into the bottom of the abyss, and injected into Li Qingyun's body.

His aura rose rapidly as the power of faith continued to grow, and his godhood was gradually sublimated with each impact of power.

Finally, in a dazzling purple-gold light, Li Qingyun's body shook violently, he woke up from his sleep, and opened his eyes again.

The next moment, he felt the space around him begin to distort because of him. The originally dark abyss began to collapse, and an invisible suction force lifted him up from the bottom of the abyss.

His divination ability started to work naturally, and a flash of enlightenment immediately passed through his mind.

It was the sublimation of his godhood that was changing his immortal status; his existence had transcended the limitations of the abyss and was about to enter a higher level.

With an indescribable tearing feeling, Li Qingyun's consciousness continued to rise and was brought into a completely new world.

After experiencing layers of endless darkness, Li Qingyun's figure broke free from the abyss, and the scene before him changed drastically in an instant.

It was an endless starry sky, with light and darkness interwoven into a mysterious picture.

Countless stars were hanging in the void, but they no longer shone with warm light like those in the human world. Instead, they emitted a cold and strange light. The light of each star carried a suppressed chaos, as if whispering some secret.

The starry sky here is not still, but flows slowly like the deep sea. The starlight is like mayflies, cruising slowly in the dark sky, changing into a dazzling distorted form from time to time.

Li Qingyun's gaze was deep, and he was gradually attracted by the strange vision of the starry sky. However, the more he stared, the more he felt deep palpitations.

"This is... the starry sky?"

Compared to the pure darkness in the abyss, this place is more remote and boundless, more mysterious and unpredictable. Just standing here, he felt a huge sense of crisis.

Suddenly, a low and indescribable whisper sounded in his ears. The voice seemed to transcend time and space, coming from the other side of endless years, with an irresistible majesty and frenzy.

Li Qingyun suddenly looked up and saw a huge shadow slowly emerging in the starry sky.

The shadow had no specific shape, but was composed of countless tentacles, eyes, and wriggling pieces of flesh. Every part was constantly changing and could not be described by any language or logic.

It was some kind of existence beyond cognition, a true god, a completely indescribable creature.

Li Qingyun felt that his soul seemed to be gradually torn apart under the other party's gaze, and he was unable to resist the oppression from the higher dimension.

He clenched his teeth, forced himself to calm down, and activated the divine power in his body to try to resist the pressure.

The god's whispers continued to echo, as if conveying some incomprehensible message.

Li Qingyun looked at the other party and had a strong intuition in his heart - that was the "Old Immortals", those powerful beings sealed in the dream of the Fallen Immortal.

They guard the godhood in this starry sky, and like hunters, they wait for the "foreign immortals" who covet the godhood to come here and kill them all.

The next moment, countless strange shadows gradually emerged in the starry sky. They had different shapes, and each of them exuded a terrifying breath.

An indescribable gaze was staring at Li Qingyun, like a hunter sizing up his prey.

"bring it on!"

Li Qingyun took a deep breath, his eyes were as sharp as torches, and purple-gold light burst out from his body, like a supernova explosion, lighting up the entire starry sky.

His voice echoed in the void, with great determination:
"If fate has destined it to be this way, then I, Li Qingyun, will slay all the immortals and ghosts in the starry sky and crush the reincarnation of the heavens!"

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(End of this chapter)