I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 262 Demigod Arrives
The sky above Daming Prefecture was torn apart by dark pillars of light.

The sky was as red as blood, and a strange glow could be seen through the rolling dark clouds. A dark column of light descended from the sky and pierced through the central square of the city like a divine punishment, bringing with it the power to destroy the world.

Wherever the beam of light passed, there was no sound, no struggle, only complete annihilation.

The streets collapsed, the buildings turned to ashes, and the fleeing civilians and the soldiers fighting bloody battles all turned into a wisp of black dust in an instant, as if they had never existed.

All life was completely drained away at this moment, the world lost its breathing rhythm, and the flow of spiritual energy seemed to be torn apart.

The wind whistled in my ears, cold and empty, carrying an unspeakable sense of despair.

Those people who had not yet been touched by the beam of light were withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Their skin began to crack, their flesh withered, their bones crumbled, and all traces of life were completely wiped out.

In just a few breaths, the square had become a dead silent void. No one, whether human or object, survived. It seemed as if this piece of land had been wiped out from history and turned into eternal nothingness.

……

On the distant city wall, Mu Guiying tightly grasped the flying knife in her hand, her knuckles turned white from the force, and her palm trembled slightly.

This fearless female general who had fought bravely on the battlefield was unable to suppress the feeling of powerlessness surging in her heart.

The dark figure enveloped the sky and the earth, and the blood-red eyes were ruthless and cold, as if looking down on ants.

Her heart was filled with resentment, but the overwhelming pressure stood before her like a mountain, crushing her will inch by inch.

"As a mortal... I am actually an enemy of such a being..."

In an instant, Mu Guiying began to waver in her mind and her eyes drooped subconsciously.

But then, the hustle and bustle of Bianliang City, the warm countryside at the foot of Mount Li, and the innocent smiles on the faces of countless people emerged in her mind.

Are these mountains and rivers, this home, going to be destroyed in such darkness?

"No! Absolutely not!"

Mu Guiying looked up suddenly, and the flames in her eyes rekindled.

She clenched her teeth tightly and put aside the last bit of fear in her heart.

"If no one resists, today will be the end of our Song Dynasty!"

Mu Guiying roared, and although her voice was hoarse, it was like a burning flame, igniting her last will.

The flying knife flipped in her hand, flashing with cold light.

She knew that this attack had no chance of success, but if she could hold the demon back for a moment, she could buy a chance of survival for more people.

Even if it was just for a moment, she didn't mind.

"Mourinho, don't go!"

He Xiangu's urgent cry came from behind, but the fiery red figure had turned into a stream of flame and rushed towards the endless darkness.

The flying knife in Mu Guiying's hand cut through the sky, with a sharp scream that could tear the sky and the earth apart, and went straight for the blood-red eyeball.

This strike condensed her lifelong fighting spirit and determination. Whether it was the glory on the battlefield or the responsibility on her shoulders, they were all transformed into the hottest flames in this strike.

However, the blood-red eyeballs just turned slightly, and his gaze fell lightly on Mu Guiying.

"what--!"

A shrill scream came out of her mouth.

That look did not contain any real attack, but seemed to come from an endless abyss, dragging her soul deeply into despair.

Her body lost control in an instant, shaking violently, her skin cracked, blood oozing out, and her hands twisted and deformed.

What's even more terrifying is that an indescribable strange aura is eroding her bones and soul.

Her consciousness became blurred, scales began to grow on her body, and she showed signs of alienation. Her blood coagulated into black, and her pupils flashed with a luster that did not belong to a human.

"Mourinho!"

He Xiangu screamed, and her figure swept past like the breeze, placing her palms on Mu Guiying's back.

A stream of true energy as clear as a spring flowed into Mu Guiying's body, temporarily curbing the strange mutation.

She felt the disordered energy in Mu Guiying's body, like thousands of troops galloping in her veins, raging wildly.

"Fairy..."

Mu Guiying fell into He Xiangu's arms, clenched her teeth, and her voice was filled with pain and powerlessness. "We...really can't fight against this kind of existence?"

He Xiangu remained silent, looking at the dark beam of light with complicated eyes.

She knew that it was not Mu Guiying's fault, nor was it because she was not strong enough, but because there was a huge gap between mortals and gods.

That is the insurmountable law of survival, the despair that mortals must face when facing gods.

"Saving one more person is our mission."

She whispered, her tone calm but revealing an unquestionable determination.

"This is not the way to go."

Han Xiangzi's voice came from behind, with heavy breathing.

He walked slowly closer, and the jade flute held tightly in his hand had a thin crack on it, as if it would break at any time.

Faced with the pressure from the gods, he could only barely stand firm, looking at the evil god in front of him, his forehead covered with cold sweat.

His pressure made it almost impossible for him to breathe, but there was still an unyielding light in his eyes.

"We can only hold out for a cup of tea at best. After that..."

Han Xiangzi took a deep breath and said nothing more, but his eyes revealed everything.

They could not defeat this god and could only try their best to delay it for a while.

He Xiangu did not answer. She glanced at the people who were desperately retreating behind her and said softly:
"Then let's try our best to hold on until the last moment. If one more person can escape here, our death won't be in vain."

Her tone was calm, but it revealed a moving firmness, a determination to die.

Han Xiangzi was startled, then he smiled. He shook his head, raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and murmured:
"Little sister, I, Han Xiangzi, have lived for hundreds of years, and have lived a carefree life without any worries. I have already had enough.

"If I can do my part for the common people today, I will have no regrets."

He took a deep breath and pushed the little remaining energy in his body to the limit. A light blue barrier spread out like water waves, covering He Xiangu and Mu Guiying.

He Xiangu did not say anything, but silently urged her true energy to merge her own power with Han Xiangzi's barrier to construct the final barrier.

Behind them are countless people retreating.

In front of them was an evil god that did not belong to this world.

Mu Guiying stood up slowly. Although her tendons and veins were still in severe pain, the pain on her face was gradually replaced by determination.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, grasped the flying knife again, and a fiery light ignited in her eyes.

"Since we are destined to die, let us die with some value."

Her voice was low and had a thrilling power.

"If I can hold on for a moment, it's a moment; if I can save one more person, it's a person." She looked at the darkness ahead and had only one belief in her heart: even if she burned out her last bit of strength, she would never let this evil god trample on this land wantonly.

He Xiangu glanced at her, with a hint of approval in her eyes, but more of it was sadness.

Han Xiangzi chuckled, held the jade flute across his lips and blew it slowly.

A sad flute sound flowed from his fingertips, distant and lonely, as if bidding farewell to this land.

The evil god slowly raised his head, turned his blood-red eyes to the sky, and did not take the mortal in front of him seriously.

There was a hint of mockery in his eyes, as if he was laughing at these insignificant ants, but he was too disdainful to do it himself.

Suddenly, a deafening noise was heard.

The light blue barrier was shaking violently, and it seemed like it would collapse at any time.

"Little sister, Mourinho, the barrier is about to break!"

Han Xiangzi shouted with gritted teeth, veins on his forehead bulging, and the internal energy was almost exhausted.

He Xiangu looked pale, but she did not waver at all:
"Hold it!"

She poured all her true energy into the jade ruyi in her hand and lightly shook her fingers. A light as pure as water enveloped the barrier, temporarily stabilizing the defense that was about to collapse.

But the three of them knew in their hearts that their strength had reached its limit and this barrier could only hold out for a moment at most.

Facing this unshakable demigod, their power was far too small.

Mu Guiying glanced at the people behind her, and a soft light flashed in her eyes.

She took a deep breath, held the flying knife horizontally in front of her, and whispered:
"He Xiangu, Senior Han, if the barrier is broken, please go first, I will cover your rear."

He Xiangu was startled, then said coldly:

"Stop talking nonsense, let's die together."

Han Xiangzi smiled bitterly:
"Mourinho, if you can hold out a little longer in front of Him, I will admit defeat with all my heart."

The three of them looked at each other and reached a common decision in their hearts.

……

Just as the barrier was about to collapse, a low but majestic voice came from afar, like a morning bell and evening drum, shaking the entire world.

"Seniors, please leave first. I will deal with this evil god!"

Before he finished speaking, a purple light swept in from the sky, as fast as thunder, illuminating the dark world.

The three of them looked up suddenly and saw a familiar figure slowly walking out of the light.

He was dressed in a black robe, holding a purple-gold sword in his hand, and surrounded by a faint purple aura, as if he was a god descending from the sky.

"Li Qingyun!"

Mu Guiying cried out, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

The purple-gold sword flashed with an edge that could not be desecrated. His gaze was as cold as a sword, pointing directly at the blood-red eyes of the demigod.

"Next, leave it to me."

Li Qingyun's voice was calm and majestic.

He took a step forward, and purple air surged like a tide, like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky.

The evil god's blood-red eyes trembled slightly, and his gaze finally fell from the sky, staring at Li Qingyun.

Two completely different forces collided violently at this moment, and the heaven and earth suddenly lost their color!

In this dead silence, Li Qingyun slowly raised his hand, and with one move, the terrifying true immortal energy dissipated and turned into a crystal-clear yet indestructible barrier, tightly covering the entire Daming Mansion.

This barrier is as clear as a mirror, yet it is flowing with purple light like smoke and fog, containing the purest vitality between heaven and earth.

The inky black deathly aura melted and dissipated quickly in front of the barrier like snow under the scorching sun, disappearing without a trace.

The evil god's rampant aura was completely blocked out!
In an instant, He Xiangu and the others felt that the fear in their hearts receded like a tide, and their chests suddenly relaxed, but what followed was an indescribable shock.

They subconsciously took a few steps back and stood in the distance looking up at Li Qingyun, their eyes filled with awe, confusion and deep disbelief.

In the center of the square, Li Qingyun was seen wearing a black robe, holding a purple-gold sword in his hand, his long hair flying in the wind, and the corners of his robe rustling.

He stood on the earth, his back as tall and straight as a mountain, his imposing manner as if the sky was pressing down on his head, and he was actually on par with the giant shadow of the evil god that enveloped the heaven and earth!
This scene, like a breathtaking painting, captured everyone's attention.

"Is this...really Li Qingyun?"

He Xiangu frowned slightly and murmured to herself, her tone full of disbelief.

The two had first met a few months ago, when the young man was still a junior. In her eyes, although he was extremely talented, he was far from being one of the top strong men.

However, now, that once childish figure has grown into a towering tree that is strong enough to rival the gods!
"It's true that there is no end to the road!"

Han Xiangzi's voice trembled, and a burning hope welled up in his eyes, "With people like Li Qingyun around, the human world may not really be hopeless!"

Several people looked at each other. Although no one spoke, everyone felt an irrepressible emotion in their hearts.

This emotion is awe, shock, and endless hope.

However, the evil god above the sky did not show any emotion.

His blood-red eyes slowly turned, like something peeking into the abyss, with a terrifying strangeness and oppression.

"Mortal," the evil god's voice was emotionless and indifferent, as if it came from another dimension. "A mere mortal who stole the power of the godhood dares to stop me?"

The sound was hollow and deep, as if it came from the ancient times, causing all things in heaven and earth to tremble.

But Li Qingyun was unmoved. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, cold, and he slowly raised the purple-gold long sword in his hand. The blade glowed like a galaxy, and the primordial purple air swirled around the blade, like an inverted river in the sky.

"How dare you, a scumbag from the spirit world, be so arrogant?"

Li Qingyun's voice was deep and powerful, and every word he spoke was like thunder, deafening.

His eyes were like torches, the tip of his knife was slightly raised, and the purple air gathered into a sharp blade light. The light pierced through the darkness, making the entire world look like a dream.

The evil god sneered. The laugh was low and eerie, like the sound of the underworld coming from the depths of the underworld.

The next moment, his figure slowly twisted, and the ground beneath his feet cracked into countless deep cracks. Endless dark death energy surged out from the ground, surging like a tide, and instantly spread in all directions.

"Deprive of all vitality——"

The evil god said coldly, his voice full of the cruelty of destruction, "This is my power of death."

Ink-black tentacles poked out from the cracks, each with twisted runes. The runes squirmed like living things, emitting the breath of the ancient law of death.

These tentacles stretched towards Li Qingyun like poisonous snakes. Wherever they went, trees withered, the ground cracked, and even the spiritual energy in the air was devoured.

Li Qingyun did not move at all, allowing the tentacles to fly towards him.

As everyone watched nervously, the dark tentacles instantly wrapped around his body, trying to completely deprive him of his life force...

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(End of this chapter)