Records of Mysterious Things in the Southern Dynasties

Chapter 463: Fighting
What Chen Qingzhi displayed was no longer the skill of a demigod. Erzhu Rong couldn't help but cry out in alarm:

"You actually became a god?!"

"If you can become a god by transforming Heyin, why can't I become a god by relying on the miracle of the Northern Expedition?" Chen Qingzhi laughed loudly.

Xiao Yan was already firmly pinned to the throne by Wu Yang and unable to come to Luoyang to receive the divine artifacts from the Northern Expedition. However, the extremely precious divine core could not be wasted, so it naturally went to Chen Qingzhi…

Otherwise, he wouldn't have had the confidence to face Erzhu Rong, who had already become a god!

The reason why Erzhu Rong's spells on those Qihu cavalry failed was also because of him. A war god can erase all unfavorable factors on the battlefield, including beneficial spells on the enemy!
"That's no match for me, the Heavenly Slaughter God!" Erzhu Rong's initial surprise turned to ecstatic joy. He was the God of Slaughter, and there was no better way to become stronger than by killing gods!
He roared to the sky, and instantly the world changed color, with a howling wind...

Amidst the rolling crimson thunderclouds, Erzhu Rong's true form appeared—a blue-faced, fanged figure resembling a demon, standing nine zhang tall, clad in black and red scale armor. He possessed six arms, each wielding a soul-slaying fork, a skinning knife, a tendon-pulling whip, a heart-devouring awl, a bone-crushing hammer, and a blood-drinking sword!
The Heavenly Slaughter God, with six arms reaching to the sky, wielded his Soul-Slaying Fork, stirring up a bloody storm; his Skin-Stripping Blade severed the Yellow River's flow; his tendons-pulling whip cleaved the earth, creating ravines. The battlefield beneath his feet transformed into a blood-soaked swamp, from which countless skeletal hands reached out, attempting to drag Chen Qingzhi into the deepest abyss!
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Upon seeing this, Chen Qingzhi also revealed his divine form, transforming into the Great Emperor Gouchen!

Gouchen assists the Ziwei Emperor, is in charge of military affairs, commands all formations, and wields power over killing and warfare.

Its divine body was over nine zhang tall, clad in silver armor, yet it was not a fierce-looking Vajra, but rather had a face as handsome as jade, with a refined and dashing appearance. Between its brows was a Big Dipper pattern, and its eyes were half-closed, with a Tai Chi symbol circulating within them. Its white hair was unbound, and its three thousand silver strands flowed like a waterfall in the gale.

Behind the divine body hangs a formation wheel composed of 360 bronze command arrows, which slowly rotates and contains all the formations in the world; mountains, rivers, and cities can all be used as chessboards.

"The Thirteenth Art of War: Adapt to the Situation!" Chen Qingzhi solemnly issued the military order.

Military orders must not be disobeyed!
In an instant, the stench subsided, the blood rain stopped, the river flowed back, the earth leveled, the blood swamp receded, and the countless skeletal hands turned into withered grass...

"Well done!" Erzhu Rong roared, raising his six arms to wield a fork, knife, whip, awl, hammer, and sword, and unleashing a barrage of attacks on Chen Qingzhi!
"Well done!" Chen Qingzhi shouted, and brandished the Gouchen Halberd in his backhand. The halberd shaft was forged from Nine Heavens Profound Iron and weighed 3,200 catties. The halberd head was divided into two blades. The upper blade was named "Po Jun" and was shaped like a hook-and-sickle spear, which was used to cut the lifeline of gods and demons. The lower blade was named "Wu Qu" and was shaped like a tiger-headed golden spear, which could quell war in the human world.

The two gods then engaged in a fierce battle on the north bank of the Yellow River, atop the northern city wall, where the sky darkened...

Erzhu Rong's whip swept towards Chen Qingzhi, but Chen Qingzhi touched it with the handle of his halberd, hitting him squarely seven inches away. The poisonous barbs at the tip of the whip curled back and pierced into his own ribs.

In excruciating pain, Erzhu Rong flew into a rage, slamming his bone-crushing hammer down on Chen Qingzhi's head. The array behind Chen Qingzhi's head spun rapidly, forming an indestructible golden bell that blocked the mountain-splitting blow!
Chen Qingzhi did not simply defend; his halberd moved like a dragon, its movements a mix of feints and real attacks, yet each strike aimed directly at Erzhu Rong's vitals. Erzhu Rong dared not be careless and could only focus all his attention on the battle.

"You forgot I have a helper!" He sneered as he attacked Chen Qingzhi, "If I send out another demigod, how will you deal with that?!"

He then shouted, "King of Shangdang, attack!"

"Yes, sir!" Yuan Tianmu responded and flew out of the formation, standing on the Yellow River, and threw the three bone bells into the turbid waves.

The Yellow River suddenly surged, and a bone dragon a hundred feet long burst forth from the waves, roaring as it charged toward the city wall!

That bone dragon was made up of bones from the victims of the River Shrine Incident, pieced together from the bones of each of them. Its body was covered with eerie purple patterns, and its eyes flickered with the coldest ghostly flames. It contained the strongest resentment and the most terrifying curse in the world; an ordinary soldier would lose all courage, his limbs would go weak, and he would lose his fighting ability with just one glance.

"Haha, I will naturally deal with it as a demigod!" Chen Qingzhi laughed loudly and said, "A Yuan!" "Here!" Ren Yuan shouted and leaped up from the city wall. His body transformed into a purple Yinglong that was tens of feet long. He flapped his huge wings and roared as he met the bone dragon.

The two dragons collided with a deafening roar, the massive shockwave sending soldiers tumbling across the city walls and surrounding areas. The monster pieced together from corpses was instantly torn to shreds by Yinglong, its bones reduced to dust!
Only a single, continuously beating black heart remained, which was crushed by Yinglong's dragon claws!
"Wow, how come Brother Yuan has become so powerful after just a few days?!" Yuwen Tai, who was watching the battle from the Northern Wei army, was dazzled and full of admiration when he saw Ren Yuan defeat Yuan Tianmu's bone dragon in one move.

"Could it be that he held back his strength last time?" Dugu Xin exclaimed in surprise.

The thought that they had actually chased Ren Yuan away in such a panic made the two of them blush with embarrassment. The acting was so fake; no wonder Erzhu Rong didn't believe it.

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"Damn it!" Seeing that his meticulously crafted bone dragon was no match for the opponent, Yuan Tianmu roared and flung out the 'Soul-Locking Chain' from his sleeve. The end of the chain was tied to a hideous ghost head.

Any opponent bitten by it will have their soul locked and become Yuan Tianmu's puppet.

The chains multiplied in mid-air, one into ten, ten into a hundred, and then into hundreds and thousands of ghost heads, all howling as they pounced on Ren Yuan!

"A mere trick!" Ren Yuan sneered, and then transformed into thousands upon thousands of figures.

Now the sky was filled with Ren Yuan. After each ghost head bit one Ren Yuan, there were still many that hadn't been bitten...

Those Ren Yuans who were bitten screamed and disappeared, while those who escaped the attack remained smug and launched a counterattack against Yuan Tianmu, shouting, "Behold my Myriad Swords Technique!"

Tens of thousands of cyan sword shadows shot towards Yuan Tianmu at the same time!

Unlike Ren Yuan, Yuan Tianmu couldn't use illusions to evade the attacks. He could only obediently unfurl his command flags and set up the 'Ten Deadly Formations'. Ten bronze pillars rose from the formation, and ten fire dragons swirled wildly around them, blocking the fierce attacks for him!

Yuan Tianmu suddenly realized that Ren Yuan's Ten Thousand Swords Technique was not very powerful and was more of a bluff. Despite the clanging and banging, his fire dragon was still unharmed.

He then peeked out from the formation, preparing to summon his puppets to counterattack.

No sooner had he peeked out than a hundred flying swords slammed into his face, each one a genuine, unmistakable weapon!
The explosion left Yuan Tianmu completely mangled, his face riddled with bloody craters, and several of his teeth knocked out...

Even with his demigod-like body, he couldn't withstand such a heavy blow and screamed as he fell backward into the Yellow River.

Ren Yuan knew there was a trap, so he didn't pursue. He pressed his hands down on the river surface, and the surging Yellow River water, hundreds of feet away, instantly turned into raging flames.

Yuan Tianmu screamed as he flew out of the sea of ​​fire, staring at Ren Yuan in shock: "What a ruthless brat! How did you know I had set up an ambush underwater?!"

"I knew it!" Ren Yuan sneered, and with a flick of his finger, he turned mountains and rivers into a rain of arrows and rivers into hooks and sickles, leaving Yuan Tianmu with no power to fight back.

(End of this chapter)