Great Lord: Buddha has mercy on us, evil spirits please stay away

Chapter 478 Muchen retreats in defeat, the dust settles in the Spiritual Transformation Pool, Jiuyou's attempt (Part )
The Xuanlong War Emperor's Xuanlong Army, which had been dormant for many years, appeared in the world. A surging and vast fighting spirit suddenly rose into the sky, spreading across the sky and earth, and turned into an extremely thick ocean of fighting spirit above the Xuanlong Army.

In the ocean of fighting spirit, waves of fighting spirit were rolling, and there was a real sound of flowing sea water, and its degree of condensation seemed to be no less than that of the ocean of the Spirit Transformation Pool under the feet.

Peng Chaoyang's eyes were slightly stern as he attacked forward, and he felt more serious in his heart. He and Xuanlong Zhandi could barely be considered contemporaries, and he had some understanding of Xuanlong Zhandi's strength and the Xuanlong Army he had built.

In ancient times, the Xuanlong Army was able to attack the most powerful immortals during its heyday. Many evil demon emperors had died at its hands, and its reputation was quite great.

It’s a pity that the Xuanlong Zhandi and his wife had already died.

"Since you are an old friend's subordinate, I can play with you."

Peng Chaoyang paused his extremely fast pace and looked at Muchen who appeared in the ocean of fighting spirit with interest. He waved his sleeves, showing the demeanor of a great master, and said loudly:
"Boy, since you are the descendant of the Black Dragon War Emperor, I will give you a chance to deploy your troops and let me see if the current Black Dragon Army still has the same power as it did in the past!"

Muchen's expression was extremely serious. He nodded without saying anything, flicked his fingers forward, causing the ocean of fighting spirit to boil.

Without any nonsense or temptation, Muchen formed seals with his hands like lightning, attracting the ocean of fighting spirit and condensing the spirit of fighting spirit. The sea surface rolled endlessly, and a huge body coiled and rushed out from the bottom to the top. The earth-shaking dragon roar suddenly resounded.

"Roar--"

Under Peng Chaoyang's slightly serious gaze, a giant dragon with a fierce aura and fighting spirit suddenly leaped out of the sea. Every dragon scale on its body was shining with dazzling luster and engraved with dense battle patterns.

Peng Chaoyang took a rough look and found that the strength of this fighting dragon was over 40 million. It had reached the peak level of the middle stage of the immortal realm, which was enough to pose a huge threat to ordinary middle stage immortal realm masters.

But it's useless for a genius like him.

"Shenpeng Brahma Palm."

Peng Chaoyang expressionlessly clapped his hands lightly, and a golden auspicious cloud appeared above the Shenhua Pond, in the shape of a roc spreading its wings. The auspicious cloud condensed and fell down in the shape of a palm. The palm was so large that there was no view of the end. The palm was engraved with an ancient "卐" character, emitting Buddha's light, and was larger than the body of the fighting dragon.

He still only showed the cultivation level of the peak of the middle stage of the Immortal Realm, but the power of this attack was enough to force back an ordinary strong man of the late stage of the Immortal Realm.

"boom--"

Shenpeng Brahma's palm fell down, breaking through layer after layer of space, and directly knocked the giant dragon with bared fangs and claws into the seabed.

The spirit of fighting spirit was repelled, and as a battle formation master, Muchen was inevitably affected. His throat felt sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, with deep fear in his eyes.

He felt that Peng Chaoyang's palm seemed to contain the weight of continents. The power was so powerful that it was even more domineering than a real dragon!

After defeating the enemy, Peng Chaoyang did not show any joy on his face. Instead, he sighed with emotion and said with some disappointment:
"Back then, the Black Dragon War Emperor relied on his Black Dragon Army to dominate the world. Even I, who was still young, had to give him some points. I never thought that today, his Black Dragon Army has lost even 30% of its former capabilities."

"What's wrong with you, youngster? How did you study the methods of a battle formation master? I remember that the cultivation level of the Black Dragon War Emperor is only that of the Spiritual Grade Heavenly Supreme. He may not be your opponent in a one-on-one fight.

Moreover, he invested most of his resources into the training of the Xuanlong Army, and even invested a lot of the income his wife Lingdie Danxian earned from refining elixirs.

You, the young patriarch of the ancient Futu clan, have resources that are countless times richer than his. How come your strength is not even 30% of what he was back then? Sigh..."

“Puff—puff—”

Muchen spat out two mouthfuls of blood again, and almost couldn't catch his breath. His steps were unsteady and he almost fell to his knees.

In the outside world, Ye Kong and Feng Yusheng looked at each other in silence, and they both saw the helpless feeling in each other's eyes.

This Peng Chaoyang has a really sharp tongue.

If he put on an arrogant attitude and looked down at Muchen, Muchen might be motivated to fight him.
But he looked like he was reminiscing about his old friend and lamenting that his old friend's inheritance had been entrusted to the wrong person. This was much more cruel than stabbing Muchen in the heart!

Of course, they could understand it. Who made Muchen follow those three idiots to find trouble with Peng Chaoyang? Peng Chaoyang was raised by Kong Xuan, so one can imagine his personality.

On the surrounding mountains outside the Shenhua Pool, the strong men of the various super beast races and divine beast races took in all these scenes, and their expressions changed drastically several times.

The strength of this golden-winged Roc is truly terrifying, and its combat power is probably no less than that of the three young giants of the beastman clan.

“Ancestor Chaoyang is worthy of being an ancient prodigy cultivated by Senior Kong Xuan, an ancient great man of my beast clan. I heard that he once competed with Ancestor Kunpeng when he was young. After seeing him today, I find that his reputation is well-deserved!” The patriarch of the Tianpeng clan spoke first. His voice was loud and clear, his face flushed red, and he felt proud in his heart.

One of the bloodline sources of their Tianpeng clan is the golden-winged Roc. Peng Chaoyang's display of strength will greatly benefit the reputation of their Tianpeng clan.

“To be able to compete with the Kunpeng Patriarch, he must be a late Saint. It seems that in a few hundred years, in addition to Renwang Shaojun, the Kunpeng clan will have another late Saint master!”

"Of course, didn't you hear what he said to that young human? When King Ye was young, he asked him for advice on how to practice the Way of Space. King Ye is known for being clear about gratitude and resentment. With this friendship, King Ye will definitely help him. He will surely become a Saint-level late-stage strongman in the future. The Kunpeng clan is really lucky to have picked up a Saint-level late-stage seed for free."

An elder of the Tianlonghe tribe said sourly, wondering why they, the Tianlonghe tribe, didn’t have such good luck?
For a mid-stage Saint to break through to the late stage, resources are no longer important. What is important is one's own talent. If one does not have enough talent, no matter how many resources one has, they will not be able to make it, even for the most resource-intensive beastmen.

If the resources were sufficient, one could break through to the late stage of the Saint Product. Masters like the Phoenix King Huang Jin and the Nine-Colored Peacock Clan Kong Ming would have already broken through in seclusion.

The top powerhouses who can break through to the late stage of the Holy Products were invincible in the same realm when they were young. They were top geniuses who could fight across borders as if they were eating or drinking water. There is only one among billions of them, and Peng Chaoyang undoubtedly possesses this talent.

"Compared to Senior Chaoyang, I am more curious about how this battle will end. Judging from the look on the face of the Futu young patriarch, I'm afraid he is unwilling to fall. Hehe, there are more interesting things to watch later..."

“How can it end? It’s nothing more than Senior Chaoyang severely beating up Muchen, and they and Kong Ling’er and the other two end up with the same fate. Senior Chaoyang kindly asked them to leave, but they refused, so this is what they should end up like!”

"Hehe, that's good. This young Futu tribe leader has a great reputation and even came to our beast tribe to show off. Today is a good opportunity to dampen his arrogance! Let him know how powerful we are!"

"Yes, this kid is too arrogant. When King Ye went to Shanhai Continent, he never took the initiative to cause trouble, but this kid took the initiative to provoke Senior Chaoyang. He really doesn't know his own limitations..."

The topic of discussion among the beasts quickly shifted from Peng Chaoyang to Muchen, with some words expressing disparagement and gloating.

The beastmen believed in the law of the jungle, and the winner took all; if Muchen, who had taken the initiative to cause trouble for Peng Chaoyang, could have burst out with the strength to defeat Peng Chaoyang, they would cheer for him; but now that they could not win, all that awaited Muchen was only ridicule and mockery.

No one was optimistic that Muchen would win, but Muchen was indeed no match for Peng Chaoyang.

He stared at the increasingly powerful pressure from Peng Chaoyang, gritted his teeth and pushed his fighting spirit to the extreme. The number of battle patterns on the dragon scales on the body of the Fighting Dragon quickly climbed to as much as 50 million, reaching a level comparable to that of a late-stage immortal supreme!

The fighting spirit of 50 million battle patterns can kill any ordinary immortal-grade mid-stage supreme being!

So the next moment, Peng Chaoyang raised his eyebrows slightly, and his cultivation temporarily broke through from the peak of the middle stage of the Immortal Realm to the late stage of the Immortal Realm, and then - he slapped out a light palm again.

"The sun is endless."

The palm of the new hand was engraved with a huge sun that was extremely hot and bright. The scorching temperature was so high that it could easily evaporate the Heavenly Supreme of the early stage of the Immortal Grade. It was a top-notch and extremely powerful magical power. The palm print fell and hit the head of the Fighting Dragon, suppressing all existence. The Fighting Dragon that could fight against the Heavenly Supreme of the late stage of the Immortal Grade was suddenly struck by lightning, and a painful whimper burst out from its dragon mouth; then it was evaporated into ashes amid screams.

“Ah…” “Poof—”

The spirit of fighting will was defeated. Both the tens of thousands of Black Dragon soldiers who had mobilized their fighting will and Muchen who was manipulating the spirit of fighting will suffered huge backlash. The Black Dragon soldiers, who were clad in armor and in uniform, were all severely injured by the backlash. They screamed in agony and fell into the sea like dumplings. It was unknown how long it would take for them to recover.

On the other side, Muchen's chest was gushing with blood. Peng Chaoyang's powerful palm seemed to hit his chest, and mouthful of blood spurted out like crazy. His handsome white clothes were splattered with blood, looking very miserable.

However, this is not the end.

Peng Chaoyang snorted softly, and with a thought, his body flashed in front of Muchen like a ghost, and he sent out another soft and weak palm.

This time he did not use any magical powers, but it was still a weight that Muchen could not bear, and even the Holy Pagoda was completely unable to resist it.

There was a low "bang" sound, and Muchen's chest collapsed directly under the palm, blood gushed out of his mouth, and his body shot out like a cannonball, leaving a sad and beautiful streak of blood in the sky.

"Click——"

At the same time, several imperceptible cracks appeared on the Holy Pagoda in front of him, and they had to transform into spiritual light and fly back into Muchen's eyes.

"Ugh..."

The Holy Pagoda returned to the body, bringing some of the terrifying power and shock force of Peng Chaoyang's palm back into Muchen's body. The violent and terrifying energy raged in his body, spreading to every part of Muchen's body almost instantly, causing Muchen to no longer be able to suppress the pain and screaming.

"Bang bang—"

A roar resounded, and overbearing golden light burst out on his chest and limbs. The impact from the inside out broke through all his defenses like a whirlwind. Without any surprise, Muchen's body exploded in the rioting golden light.

Blood poured down like an overwhelming force, and Muchen's strong body completely disintegrated at this moment. Blood and bones fell from the sky and landed on the sea of ​​blood in the God Transformation Pond.

The golden light of the riot was still showing its power, and shock waves visible to the naked eye were emitted. Suddenly, a tsunami broke out, wind and clouds surged, and the scene was spectacular.

Peng Chaoyang watched this scene indifferently. Only after he was sure that the opponent had completely lost his combat effectiveness did he stop and retract his extremely powerful spiritual power.

As if thinking that the other party's strength was not bad, Peng Chaoyang raised the corner of his mouth and commented very fairly:

"You can mobilize the Black Dragon Army to burst out with fighting power comparable to that of a Heavenly Supreme in the late stage of the Immortal Grade at this age, and you were defeated by two of my palms. You are quite capable."

The sea surface suddenly rolled more violently.

Kong Ling and Zong Qingfeng, who were protected by Peng Chaoyang behind him, poked their heads out and flew slowly from behind with strange expressions on their faces.

Although everything Ancestor Chaoyang said sounded good, the feeling... seemed a little off.

Peng Chaoyang doesn't care about all that and says whatever he thinks.

He is an ancient senior who has seen countless heroes. To be fair, Muchen's talent is top-notch, but his brain is not very good. When he has nothing to do, he always likes to challenge opponents that he cannot defeat.

In this respect, he is not as good as Xiao Ye. When Xiao Ye was still in the early stage of immortality, he knew that he could not fight against Huang Jin and others, so he chose to retreat strategically at the first moment, and only came back to settle the score after the breakthrough.

Peng Chaoyang glanced at Kong Ling and Zong Qingfeng, then looked at the blood mist transformed by Kong Ling'er and the other two, as well as the blood mist transformed by Muchen, smiled lightly, and said:

"Okay, it's time to collect the spoils. They are carrying a portion of quasi-saint blood essence, so take it."

"it is good."

Kong Ling and Zong Qingfeng followed the order and absorbed four black blood lights from the blood mist of Kong Ling'er and the other two and Muchen and the other two. They were the blood essence of the quasi-saint that they had seized.

Peng Chaoyang nodded, took out the sacred beast blood essence he had taken earlier, and said with a smile:
"When ripening this holy blood essence earlier, you all paid a lot of blood essence from divine beasts. Now we will distribute it according to work. Kong Ling, you take 20%, Qingfeng, you take 10%, you can divide it among yourselves.

As for the blood essence of the quasi-saint, it is not of much benefit to me, so you can each take 10%, which will give you some sense of participation."

"Yes! I would like to thank Senior Chaoyang (ancestor)!"

Kong Ling and Zong Qingfeng were overjoyed when they heard this. They nodded heavily, and then couldn't wait to extract the seemingly endless blood energy from the several-foot-long black blood pill.

A quarter of an hour later, a huge black blood pill was floating in front of both of them. Looking at this harvest, they felt an unreal sense of happiness in their minds, and some even dared not touch the blood pill.

Over the years since the God Transformation Pool was opened, almost no powerful bird-like beast has ever been able to obtain the holy blood essence from it!
They can share some benefits with Peng Chaoyang, which will bring them endless benefits in the future and will be enough to lay an unbreakable foundation for them to become holy products!

In addition to this holy blood essence, Peng Chaoyang had previously led them to hunt many blood spirit beasts that they could not have captured on their own, including a blood spirit beast that was ripened from the peak of the late immortal level to a holy level.

Kong Ling was fully confident that once he had refined these two saintly blood essences as well as the Heavenly Supreme blood essence he had absorbed previously, his cultivation would not only be able to break through to the Immortal Grade, but would also be able to take several big steps forward. He might even be able to break through to the middle stage of the Immortal Grade in one fell swoop!
By then, her good aunt would no longer be able to compete with her.

Zong Qingfeng was also overjoyed. With this great opportunity, if he went into seclusion for a while and then came out, he might be able to break through to the quasi-immortal level or even the early immortal level in one fell swoop.

By then, it may not be impossible for his grandfather to abdicate his position as elder and make way for someone more capable.

"call out!"

The dust settled from the battle, and four beams of golden light fell from the sky, carrying with them the flesh and blood of Muchen and the other three, and shot out of the Spirit Transformation Pool.

Obviously, it was someone outside who rescued the four unlucky guys.

Peng Chaoyang watched the four people leave quietly, and was about to take Kong Ling and the other two back to seclusion after completing their mission.

Suddenly, he noticed that there was a spiritual energy lingering in the distance, and a leisurely smile appeared on his resolute face:

"Your guardians have been sent out, why don't you leave? Little girl from the Nine Nether Bird Clan?"

Jiuyou was called out by Peng Chaoyang, so he had to transform into a stream of light and bow his head and said, "May I ask, Senior, can you return the 40% of the quasi-saint blood essence... to me? I am willing to pay the price."

Muchen retreated in defeat, and the trip to the Spiritual Transformation Pool came to an end; but she was still unwilling to give up her once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to evolve, and wanted to try again.

"Oh……"

(End of this chapter)