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Chapter 660: The Magical Powers of Fighting Bifang (asking for monthly tickets and subscriptions)
The Lord of the North Star has arrived in grandeur.

As a Berserker, his temperament is closer to that of a Tianxia fighter.

There was a lordly air between his brows, and behind him a brilliant shadow of the Big Dipper starry sky formed.

For a crazy fighter, first he trains his physical strength, and second he trains his fighting spirit.

When entering a realm, a fighting spirit will awaken in everyone's body.

Grass, trees, bamboo and stones are of inferior quality; birds and beasts are of medium quality; mountains, rivers, sun and moon are of superior quality.

The Lord of the Big Dipper is the top-grade fighting spirit of the Big Dipper.

The Beidou Realm got its name from this.

Lu Chenzhou smiled and said, "Those who are righteous have many supporters, while those who are unrighteous have few supporters. Yan Ming, your doomsday has come."

The face of Yanming Realm Master was ashen. He laughed in anger and said, "Beidou, the Divine Alliance has nothing to do with your Beidou Realm. You sent your men to support Xuantian, but now you have personally joined the game. Do you really think that I am a soft persimmon? Haha, it's really like a tiger in plain land being bullied by a dog."

The North Star God laughed and said, "Nothing to do with it? The Lord of Yanming Realm is really forgetful. During the trial in the Water Palace, you people from the Red Feather Clan chased my disciple Osi all the way." He spread out his hands, and the Starry Sky Fighting Spirit behind him crushed towards the wall of the Xuanshan Realm camp.

Xuanshan Jiezun suddenly felt a great deal of pressure, and thought to himself, "Is Beidou so strong?"

Without considering the artifact, Beidou is no weaker than him.

This guy doesn’t seem to have been practicing for a long time, only about a thousand years.

Humans really deserve to die!
The Master of Xuanshan Realm became more and more angry as he thought about it, and swung his magic stick to fight two people alone, and the wind from the stick surrounded Beidou and the Seven Sons of Hanhai.

In the battle that decided the fate of both sides, no one held back and the battle became intense from the beginning.

"With the help of Lord Beidou, the situation is much better." Lu Chenzhou thought to himself.

"If I want to kill Yan Ming quickly, there is only one way. I will severely injure Yan Ming and use the [Scythe of Death] to harvest him. With my current cultivation level, if I don't use Heaven-Devouring and Earth-Eating, I will be on par with Yan Ming and it will be difficult for both sides to break his moves. It will be a protracted battle. I can hold on, but others may not be able to hold on for too long with the help of the divine weapons. Once the defense line collapses, I will be besieged by the four great realm masters with their divine weapons, and my life may be in danger. It seems that I have to fight hard."

Lu Chenzhou felt helpless.

Plans can't keep up with changes.

The Divine Alliance has never used the artifact itself, and no one knows its power.

Now that I have seen it, I can only sigh at the power of the gods.

Even top treasures like Wanyu Mountain and Wanlong Palace are suppressed by divine weapons.

Not to mention ordinary treasures and incomplete treasures.

With this thought in mind, Lu Chenzhou's hammering became more and more fierce, and his Heaven-Swallowing and Earth-Eating Skill was activated, and his momentum reached a new level!

Yan Ming Jie Zun thought to himself, "Is this guy ready to fight to the death? He has an immortal body. I can't kill him with ordinary means. I must find the right time to break through the defense of the hammer method, and then consume the original divine blood, draw the remaining Bifang divine power of the divine sword, and annihilate the immortal body with the Bifang divine fire."

In fact, he can't even exert one percent of the power of the clan's sacred artifact.

The artifact can only be activated by the power of the true god.

But he is only at the eighth level, where does the power of a true god come from?

Therefore, one can only burn the divine blood to make the divine weapon work.

There are two types of divine blood: ordinary divine blood and original divine blood, which is similar to the essence blood of a true spirit.

The former can be continuously regenerated, but once the latter is consumed, it will damage the foundation and take a long time to recover.

"We can't delay any longer. Humans are advancing too fast. The longer the war drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for us. Maybe another group of Eighth Realm warriors will emerge in three to five years."

Yanming Realm Master also made up his mind.

His muscles bulged, and his blood vessels bulged and burst, oozing out dense red-gold blood.

Looking closely, these bloods are composed of countless natural Taoist patterns, which contain the mysteries of the creation of the universe.

The red-gold blood transformed into a mini Bifang and flowed into the Bifang Sword.

The divine sword trembled and the broken sword began to be reforged under the flames, as if returning to the ancient times.

There were gods in red armor patrolling the heaven and earth, flames scorching the sky, and the red land stretching for billions of miles.

An unimaginable force made the momentum of Yanming Jiezun start to rise from the third step until it was close to that of Kunxu Patriarch.

The surging divine power spread out the vast sea of ​​ruins with a radius of 100,000 miles, causing other powerful men to leave at the same time.

"Yan Ming exploded?" Ling Feng Lord narrowed his eyes.

"The current Yan Ming has surpassed the Star Devouring Sword Demon. He is probably not weaker than the Black Boat Patriarch and the Sword River Great Sage, or even stronger."

The bald giant had a solemn expression. In comparison, the other three realm masters were much weaker.

Whether the gods can enter the third step is crucial.

One is one’s own strength, and the other is whether one can unleash the power of the artifact.

The other three realms' masters would find it difficult to unleash even one thousandth of the power of their divine weapons because they are too weak.

And Yan Ming has begun to gradually unleash the power of the artifact.

Therefore, once the Gods enter the third step, they will be the top combat force in the universe, not inferior to Kunxu.

“This kind of power makes me feel suffocated even at a distance of 100,000 miles away…” The Hanhai Sect Master’s eyes were shocked.

They are both in the eighth realm, but there is a world of difference between them.

If it weren't for Alliance Leader Lu, they would have come to conquer the Divine Alliance and would never return.

Yan Ming alone can defeat them all one by one.

"Can you hold on?" Yao Chi Xian murmured in her heart, feeling a little worried.

"Hahaha, so this is the real power." Yan Ming's body expanded to a size of thousands of miles at this moment, as big as an asteroid. The Bifang sword in his hand was like the world-destroying sword that the fire demon used to destroy Asgard in the Western legend of Tianxia. Millions of degrees of high-temperature fluid flowed throughout his body, burning everything.

"Lu Chenzhou, take my sword!"

Yan Ming swung his sword and a flaming sword energy in the shape of the Bifang divine bird distorted time and space.

He was extremely confident at the moment. Under this sword, the only one who could take the third step of the universe was probably the ancestor Kunxu. The strong sense of death threat made the hair on Lu Chenzhou's back stand up. He did not dare to confront it head-on and dodged quickly.

But this sword seemed to be everywhere, and the sword light and flames enveloped him.

"Eighteen Hammers of Chaos!" The hammer force was like a wave, blasting out and creating a gap in the flames.

A golden-winged Peng bird with flames all over its body flew out like a fire phoenix.

"It's useless. You can't dodge this sword. You will be reduced to ashes under the Bifang divine fire."

Yan Ming looked as if he was looking at a dead person, his face was pale.

This sword consumed a lot of his original divine blood. If it failed, he could only temporarily avoid Lu Chenzhou's edge.

The Bifang divine bird caught up with the Dapeng bird and exploded with a temperature of tens of millions degrees, like the core of the sun, and the Dapeng bird's golden feathers turned to ashes bit by bit.

"What's the point of transforming into a true spirit? Can it be faster than Bifang?" Yan Ming laughed.

Suddenly, the golden-winged Roc seemed to be reborn in the flames, transforming from a phantom into a solid entity.

In Lu Chenzhou's mind, a prompt came from the martial arts tree.

[You consumed a portion of Wind and Thunder Golden Eagle's blood essence, and you used True Spirit Transformation...]

This essence of blood was given by the ancestor of Heizhou.

"Come on, let me see your real speed!"

The golden-winged Roc's eyes are bright, its golden feathers resonate with time and space, and its whole body seems to have entered a quantum state.

"Mystical Power: Golden Light Soaring to the Sky!"

The top-level escape technique that has disappeared for countless years has reappeared in the light of day.

At this moment, a golden light flew in front and a sword light chased behind.

In a moment, it traveled hundreds of thousands of miles, almost approaching the speed of light.

"How is that possible?" Yan Mingjie Zun's expression changed slightly.

He only thought that Lu Chenzhou's transformation was the form of the true spirit, but he didn't know that he could also master the true spirit's innate supernatural powers.

In the state of supernatural power, Jin Peng's blood essence was consumed rapidly.

Lu Chenzhou took advantage of this opportunity and turned into a ray of light to kill Yan Ming Jie Zun.

“It’s useless!” Yan Ming Jie Zun raised his sword to block, and the Bifang Divine Fire transformed into a world of fire that surrounded him.

The barrier formed by the magic sword is the third step, and it will take a long time to break.

Boom! The golden roc crashed into the flaming world, creating ripples.

"See? This is the power of God. You mortals can never reach it."

Yan Ming swung his sword back at Jin Peng, consuming a lot of his divine blood.

Jin Peng grabbed the sword with his claws, but it was cut off with a sharp sound.

The sword's force did not diminish, splitting the Golden Roc into two. The Bifang divine fire burned, turning the Golden Roc into nothingness.

"Is he dead?" Yan Ming Jie Zun gasped.

In order to kill Lu Chenzhou, every strike he made consumed his divine blood and activated the Bifang divine fire.

Ordinary moves cannot kill the immortal body.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on his back. It turned out that a giant winged beast with an eagle's head and a tiger's body stabbed the flame barrier with its sharp claws.

Lu Chenzhou used the Gu Diao Zhen Ling Transformation again, and his essence and blood also came from the black boat.

His Great Dream Dao was already close to the seventh level, and with the help of the Gu Diao magical power, it had already reached the third step of the eighth level.

Yan Ming was very strong, but he relied on burning divine blood to improve his strength, so his willpower could not keep up and he was hit.

"Gu Diao? Was that an illusion just now? Damn it, I wasted my original divine blood again." Yan Ming cursed inwardly.

He is now invincibly powerful, but every blow comes at a huge cost.

The world of fire continued to expand, sucking the Gu Diao into it and turning it into ashes.

“You only dare to use illusions? Come out and fight me!” Yan Ming roared, shaking the entire battlefield.

Lu Chenzhou remained unmoved. Dozens of true spirit changes combined the real and the imaginary, constantly harassing Yan Ming.

These were the essence of his true spirit that he had accumulated over the years, and he used them now without hesitation.

Using fake spiritual transformation to face Yan Ming would be courting death, so real spiritual transformation is necessary.

In the end, only the essence and blood of Kunpeng, Baxia and the golden-horned king beast were left unused.

These three things are extremely powerful, and Lu Chenzhou will use them at the decisive moment.

After a while, Lu Chenzhou transformed into a human form again, his face was as pale as paper. The continuous use of True Spirit Transformation also consumed a lot of energy.

"I underestimated you. You are able to research such magical powers. Even if the Spirit Ancestor were still alive, he would have to worship you as his master." Yan Ming Jie Zun was injured all over. "You are the best among those who have fought with me for hundreds of moves under the Bifang Sword." Behind him, a flaming avenue that reached the sky appeared, reaching directly above the Gao Miao Taoist Palace.

At the site of the gods’ former wars, a giant bird skeleton covered in flaming divine feathers was buzzing and trembling.

The corpse of the red-feathered sacred bird emitted a strange bloody light.

A feather on one of its wings withered and fell to the mortal world.

In an instant, an extremely powerful divine power filled the heaven and earth, suppressing the battlefield.

Everyone's expression changed slightly and they looked towards where Yan Ming Jie Zun was.

Even the three great realm masters had grim expressions.

"He actually forced my elder brother to use the blood sacrifice method. Is this Lu Chenzhou so difficult to deal with?"

(End of this chapter)