I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 257: The End of the War
On the top of Mount Tai, the heaven and earth trembled. On the altar, evil energy was surging, forming a sharp confrontation with the righteous energy of Hongmeng with purple and gold light.

Zhao Dezhao's wild laughter echoed in the wind and thunder. The black vortex behind him continued to expand, and tentacles slowly emerged from the vortex.

Those tentacles were like the limbs of deep-sea monsters, covered with sticky scales, and every inch of them exuded a creepy evil aura, as if the gaze of the abyss was projected onto the human world.

Civil and military officials knelt on the ground, some began to sob, some closed their eyes and prayed, and many more were so terrified that they could not speak.

The golden dragon in the sky also seemed a little uneasy because of the strange vortex, and there was a bit of hesitation and resistance in its roar.

Zhao Dezhao seemed to be endowed with a power that did not belong to humans. His whole body was like a ball of black flame wrapped under the vortex. The dragon robe on his body was no longer bright, but dyed dark purple by the black air.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he had formed some kind of contract with some unknown existence:
"I am destiny, I am order, I am God incarnate!"

"shut up!"

Li Qingyun shouted angrily and pointed the purple-gold sword directly at Zhao Dezhao. The primordial purple energy surged like a tide, and before the blade fell, it had already torn a crack in the black air on the altar.

His eyes were like lightning and his voice was like thunder:
"Zhao Dezhao, how can you tamper with the destiny of heaven! Today I will purge the treacherous and bring justice to those who died because of you!"

Zhao Dezhao's eyes were cold, and a hint of madness and fear flashed in the depths of his pupils.

He suddenly bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood turned into several strange runes in the air and went straight towards Li Qingyun.

"go with!"

Li Qingyun swept the purple-gold sword across the sky, and the sword energy was like a meteor, instantly shattering the runes.

He took a step forward, his figure was like flowing light, and the knife light was already approaching Zhao Dezhao's eyebrows.

However, just as the blade was about to fall, Pang Yu suddenly attacked.

He thrust the black staff in his hand into the ground fiercely. The entire altar suddenly shook violently, and a horrible vibration sound came from the ground.

I saw a pitch-black barrier rising from the ground and blocking Zhao Dezhao.

"boom!"

The purple-gold blade energy slashed fiercely on the barrier, emitting a dazzling light. The air waves rolled, sweeping the surrounding rubble and runes into the air.

But the barrier only shook for a moment and did not break at all.

"Li Qingyun, don't even think about stopping His Majesty!"

Pang Yu's voice was as deep as a demon's. His figure seemed to merge with the barrier. His eyes were filled with fanaticism and sneer. "This power is not something you can contend with!"

"You think this can stop me?"

Li Qingyun sneered, and the purple energy around him surged again. He took the purple gold long sword in his palm and turned it into a sword wheel that circled around him.

With his hands clasped together, he used the pressure of the mysterious palace to pry open the tremendous power contained in the divine nature in his body. A golden rune condensed in the air and then suddenly pressed towards the black barrier.

"Boom!"

The rune pressed down, and the barrier finally cracked.

Li Qingyun's eyes were as sharp as torches, and he rose up again, with the blade pointing straight at Zhao Dezhao's heart.

Zhao Dezhao saw this and a flash of fear flashed across his eyes, but then he grinned:
"I am the destiny of heaven. I am immortal and indestructible. You cannot kill me!"

He waved his hand, and the black vortex behind him trembled violently. A huge tentacle quickly stretched out and attacked Li Qingyun.

The tentacles are covered with twisted eyeballs, which emit a creepy light when they open and close, as if they can absorb people's souls.

Li Qingyun snorted coldly, and the purple-gold sword turned into a ray of light and slashed fiercely at the tentacle.

The tentacles were cut off with a piercing scream, and what flowed out of the broken ends was not blood, but black mist, which spread rapidly and dyed the altar into a pitch-black hell.

At this moment, the Nezha projection behind Li Qingyun shouted:
"Little guy, let me give you a helping hand!"

Nezha holds a flaming spear in his hand and steps on a wind-fire wheel, transforming into a whirlwind of fire and rushing into the battlefield.

He shook the tip of his gun, and the gun shadows were like rain, directly forcing back the tentacles that continued to emerge from the vortex.

His eyes were gleaming, and he shouted angrily:
"Zhao Dezhao, you are just a mortal, how dare you blaspheme the gods?"

Zhao Dezhao's face changed drastically. He gritted his teeth and stepped back, suddenly shouting:

"Pang Yu, stop them! I only need a moment!"

Pang Yu's body shook and he swung his staff again. The black energy around him condensed and transformed into dozens of huge ghost shadows. Those ghost shadows roared silently and pounced on Nezha and Li Qingyun.

Nezha sneered, holding the Fire Spear in his hand. The spear was as fast as lightning, piercing several ghosts in an instant. Flames burst out along the tip of the spear, burning those ghosts to ashes.

Li Qingyun's eyes turned cold, and he seized this momentary flaw and attacked Zhao Dezhao again.

His sword light became more and more fierce, and every blow seemed to split the sky and the earth, forcing Zhao Dezhao to retreat step by step, and the dragon shadow on his body began to tremble.

"Zhao Dezhao, you have no way to retreat today!"

Li Qingyun shouted angrily, and the purple-gold sword came like thunder again, slashing directly on Zhao Dezhao's head!
Zhao Dezhao's face was ferocious, and he suddenly raised his hands. The remaining dragon vein power in his body surged wildly and gathered into the last barrier.

However, this barrier was like paper under the sword light and shattered instantly!

The purple-gold long sword fell straight down and hit Zhao Dezhao's head!
"Zheng!"

The purple-gold sword chopped down with unparalleled power, and the sword light illuminated the entire altar.

Zhao Dezhao's eyes were wide open with anger, and he clasped his hands together suddenly. The last bit of dragon vein power in his body was forcibly squeezed out and transformed into a weak but ferocious black and gold barrier, trying to block the attack.

"Boom——!"

The sword flashed and the barrier shattered like a mirror, and the fragments in the sky turned into starlight and fell down.

The purple-gold sword continued to move forward with its force, heading straight for Zhao Dezhao's face.

This arrogant Hunyuan Grandmaster, a member of the royal family, finally lost his former dignity, and his eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness.

"Pang Yu, save me——!"

He roared, and the dark vortex behind him rolled violently. The huge tentacles stretched out again, trying to stop Li Qingyun.

However, this time, it came too late!

Li Qingyun's eyes were as cold as ice and his long sword was as fast as lightning. Wherever the blade passed, the evil black air dissipated, its tentacles were cut off, and wailing sounds tore through the sky and earth.

The knife did not stop and went straight down to Zhao Dezhao!
Zhao Dezhao's body trembled violently. He tried his best to avoid the knife, but found that he had been locked by the knife energy and had no way to retreat.

His face was pale and a hoarse sob came from his throat.

"Crack——!"

The blade swept past with a deafening roar, and the black-gold light above Zhao Dezhao's head was completely annihilated.

His body was struck by lightning, and he staggered back. A deep wound was cut on his chest by the knife, and blood gushed out, spilling all over the altar. He fell heavily to his knees, staring blankly ahead, and the madness and pride on his face were gradually replaced by despair.

"This is impossible... I possess the power of the dragon veins, and I am the man of destiny..."

His voice was weak, as if he was muttering to himself, and then he suddenly looked up and stared at Li Qingyun, his eyes filled with hatred and unwillingness.

"Li Qingyun...you ruined me...you ruined everything I had!"

Zhao Dezhao roared, his voice shrill and desperate.

"Zhao Dezhao, you are deeply sinful. You attempted to steal the blood of the true dragon, invite the evil god to come, and endanger the people of the Song Dynasty. Today's disaster is your own fault!" Li Qingyun said coldly. His voice was like a cold wind that pierced into Zhao Dezhao's bones.

Zhao Dezhao opened his mouth to say something, but his lips trembled and blood kept gushing out. Finally, he could not hold on any longer and fell backwards.

His figure fell heavily to the ground, and the dark vortex on the altar slowly shrank and gradually dissipated.

At the same time, Pang Yu's face changed drastically when he saw Zhao Dezhao's defeat.

He suddenly retracted his staff, and the black energy in his hand surged continuously.

He glanced coldly at Zhao Dezhao's body, but a hint of a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Useless trash."

Li Qingyun turned his eyes and shouted coldly:

"Pang Yu, your helper is dead, now it's your turn."

Pang Yu's expression remained calm. He sneered:
"Li Qingyun, do you think you have a sure win? You are too naive."

Suddenly, a low shaking sound came from under the altar, as if something deep in the earth was awakening.

Pang Yu slowly raised the long staff in his hand and whispered an ancient spell, with a chilling chill in his voice.

"The true power of the Dragon Pool has yet to be fully unleashed! You mortals simply don't understand its significance!"

As he chanted the spell, the gradually dissipating dark vortex actually re-condensed, becoming even larger and deeper.

A huge eye slowly emerged from the vortex. The eye had no pupils, but it exuded an indescribable pressure, as if the entire world was trembling slightly under its gaze.

"This is……"

Lu Dongbin's eyes narrowed, and he said in a cold voice, "This guy actually wants to forcibly summon the evil god to come!"

Zhongli Quan's expression also darkened instantly:
"We can't let him complete the ritual! Otherwise, the entire Song Dynasty will turn into purgatory!"

Nezha shouted angrily, holding the Fire Spear in his hand, and spinning the Wind Fire Wheel under his feet, he turned directly into a whirlwind of fire and rushed towards Pang Yu:
"I'll stop him!"

Li Qingyun did not hesitate, and raised the purple-gold sword again. His voice was low and firm:
"Seniors, leave Pang Yu to us. This ritual must be destroyed immediately!"

At the top of Mount Tai, war clouds were looming, heaven and earth were boiling with murderous intent, and the wind was howling, as if wailing for the impending catastrophe.

Pang Yu stood in the center of the altar, with his black staff pointing straight to the sky. The huge eye in the black vortex became clearer and clearer, as if countless tentacles were tumbling in the depths of the shadows. A low murmur could be heard faintly, with power that could shake the soul, as if thousands of resentful spirits were cursing in his ears.

Nezha was furious, and his flaming spear stabbed towards Pang Yu like a dragon. Before the spear reached him, flames had already enveloped Pang Yu's body.

He is a demigod, and although he is only a projection descending into this world at this moment, he still has strength above the sixth realm. The wind-fire wheel under his feet is spinning, and the double rings are protecting his body. The whole person is like a blazing fire storm, dispersing the black air in front of the altar.

"Pang Yu, today I will let you taste the Third Prince's methods!"

Nezha roared angrily, and the flaming spear pierced Pang Yu's heart like thunder.

Pang Yu sneered and swung his long staff horizontally. The black air condensed into a dark shield wall in front of him. Runes flowed on the shield wall, as if an evil god was whispering, and it collided head-on with Nezha's fire spear.

"boom!"

The gun energy and the black energy collided, causing a deafening roar. Flames and black mist rolled in the air, tearing and devouring each other.

Although Pang Yu was shocked and retreated several steps, he swept his long staff and the black gas swept out again like a dragon and pounced on Nezha.

Nezha did not dodge or evade. He shook his flaming spear and the flames turned into a red dragon, which fought fiercely with the black air. During the confrontation between the two, although their auras had been restrained to the extreme, the stone slabs of the altar continued to crack and gravel flew. The gusts of air were so strong that all the civil and military officials retreated one after another. Many people were knocked to the ground, covering their ears and not daring to look up.

"Pang Yu, I have seen through this altar! You can use the power of the Dragon Pond to summon the evil god, but once the water in this pond flows backwards, your power will turn into a nightmare!"

Nezha shouted loudly, the light of the Fire Spear became brighter, and the spear energy was like a rainbow, heading straight for Pang Yu.

Pang Yu's expression changed slightly, but he quickly calmed down. He tapped the long staff in his hand repeatedly, and more tentacles emerged from the depths of the whirlpool, wrapping Nezha tightly and making him unable to escape for a while.

At this moment, Li Qingyun's purple-gold sword turned into a blade of light and flew across the sky!

The blade light carried unparalleled primordial power and slashed directly at Pang Yu's back. Wherever the blade passed, the air seemed to be torn into a deep crack.

"Pang Yu, how long do you think you can hold on?"

Li Qingyun shouted coldly, and his sword was as powerful as a rainbow piercing the sun, cutting straight into Pang Yu's back.

Pang Yu's face suddenly changed. He quickly retreated and swept his black staff. A thick black gas barrier appeared behind him, trying to block the knife.

However, the Hongmeng sword energy was like a whirlwind, directly splitting the barrier in half, and the remaining force continued to move forward towards Pang Yu!
"what!"

Pang Yu roared angrily and swung his staff violently. The black air entangled with runes surged out like a tide, enveloping his entire body. He finally managed to avoid the attack.

However, blood was already oozing from the corner of his mouth, and he was obviously injured by the residual power of the sword.

"As expected, he is the follower of the evil god. He is really capable..."

Li Qingyun sneered, his figure flashed, and the sword light appeared again, forcing Pang Yu to retreat continuously.

At the same time, Lu Dongbin and Zhongli Quan also attacked from both sides.

Lu Dongbin's sword energy was sharp, and the light of the Chunyang sword surged towards Pang Yu like waves; Zhongli Quan's palm-leaf fan waved gently, releasing invisible gusts of wind, forcing Pang Yu to be attacked from both sides and unable to cope with it.

Pang Yu looked sinister. He suddenly raised his staff high and shouted:
"The Faceless Immortal, who dominates everything and devours everything!"

As he roared, the runes under the altar glowed brightly, and the tentacles that emerged from the dark vortex suddenly grew larger, covering the entire altar. The tentacles turned into a black forest, spreading wildly in all directions.

"Everyone, get out of the way!"

Wang Xuanfu shouted and raised his hands high. A clear white light rose from his palms and turned into a barrier, protecting everyone behind him.

The tentacles hit the barrier, making a sharp scream, but Wang Xuanfu's barrier was as solid as a rock and did not move at all.

"Pang Yu, you have drawn the power of the evil god, which is an unforgivable crime. You will not survive today!"

Wang Xuanfu's voice was like a loud bell, his eyes were like torches, and the clear light turned into several sharp swords, slashing towards Pang Yu fiercely.

Pang Yu was unable to dodge, and the black energy protecting his body was pierced by the sharp sword. He screamed and staggered backward.

He held the staff tightly, with a hint of madness in his eyes:
"Even if I die, I will drag you down with me!"

After saying that, he suddenly inserted his staff into the center of the vortex, and a breath of destruction gushed out from the ground.

An extremely huge face suddenly appeared in the vortex. The face was blurry and hideous, as if it was condensed from the cries of countless dead souls. It opened its huge mouth as if to swallow up the world.

"Stop him quickly!" Lu Dongbin shouted harshly, and the sword light poured down like rain, heading straight for the giant face.

Li Qingyun took a deep breath and held the purple-gold sword with both hands. The sword energy was condensed to the extreme. The blade was shining with purple light and slashed straight into the vortex!

"boom--!"

The knife light and sword energy intersected, and the purple gold and pure yang power merged, turning into a destructive beam of light, rushing straight into the vortex, and completely tearing the giant face apart!
Pang Yu screamed, and his whole body was swallowed by the beam of light, and his long staff was shattered.

His figure dissipated in the light and eventually turned into nothingness.

On the top of Mount Tai, the altar has become a ruin. The afterimage of the golden dragon has dissipated in the broken clouds, and peace has briefly returned between heaven and earth.

However, just when everyone relaxed a little, a chill suddenly came from all directions, like the whisper of death...

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(End of this chapter)