Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 567 The Supervisor's Backup Plan (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking further subscriptions!)

The supervisor had a solemn expression, and his body was surrounded by a radiant glow as one powerful magic array after another emerged on his body.

Each of these magic arrays is composed of billions of talismans. When spread out, they are vast and boundless, seemingly capable of covering the entire island, making it impossible to avoid them.

In addition, each magic circle here exhibits different attribute abilities.

Besides the most common Yin-Yang and Five Elements, there are also rebound, imprisonment, charm, dreams, spatial division, time stop, and so on. It can be said that they are like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their own unique abilities.

Clearly, the source of these magic arrays actually comes from the spiritual essence hidden in the corpses of all the gods and demons in this area, but now the Supervisor has used magic to mobilize it and launch a saturation attack on Wu Xian.

It should be noted that while not all ancient gods and demons were super-powerful beings like Gu Shen and Huang, even the weakest among them possessed at least a third-grade extraordinary cultivation level.

Despite their apparent weakness, the sheer number of these corpses makes them a force to be reckoned with, not far inferior to a true Super Grade.

Most importantly, the person controlling these magic arrays is the Supervisor.

He is not only a first-grade sorcerer, but also the embodiment of the will of Heaven. His efficiency in using spiritual energy is unparalleled. Even those of superior grade must take him seriously, otherwise they will be suppressed by this overwhelming array and fall into a disadvantageous position.

On the other side, watching these large arrays composed of various spiritual elements press down on him, Wu Xian remained calm and composed, without even thinking of dodging, letting the arrays fall on him.

buzzing-

An invisible aura quietly spread out, and wherever it passed, all kinds of wonderful methods and myriad supernatural powers were like snowflakes encountering a blazing furnace, instantly turning into nothingness.

"Immune to all laws..."

Xu Qi'an, who had already pulled the Taiping Blade from the throne of bones, couldn't help but swallow hard when he saw this astonishing scene.

After a martial artist advances to the first rank, their essence, energy, and spirit merge into one, isolating them from the inner and outer worlds, thus achieving an effect similar to being immune to all magic.

However, this so-called invulnerability is relative. When the power of a spell reaches a certain level, it can still break through the physique of a first-rank martial artist and even kill him.

Putting everything else aside, Xu Qi'an wasn't confident he could withstand the powerful formations created by the supervisor just now unscathed. If he abandoned his defenses and let them hit him, he would probably be crippled even if he didn't die.

Looking at Wu Xian, he was so calm and collected, not taking those formations seriously at all. The dazzling special effects fell on him without making a ripple. Only the hem of his clothes fluttered slightly, as if he were walking slowly in a spring rain. He was incredibly handsome.

The gap is too big. Is this the strength of a half-step Martial God? Then how strong would a true Martial God be?
Xu Qi'an was filled with mixed feelings. He looked down at the Taiping Blade in his hand, a resolute look flashing in his eyes.

In mid-air, the supervisor's expression grew increasingly solemn. He rapidly created more arrays and smashed them wildly at Wu Xian, trying to slow his advance. At the same time, he raised his right hand towards the sky, as if summoning something.

Upon seeing this, Wu Xian frowned slightly, then, as if he had thought of something, gave the supervisor a meaningful look, and then raised his right hand, making a fist with his five fingers.

The next instant, Wu Xian took a step forward, his raised fist like a blade, tearing apart the layers of array in front of him as if cutting paper, shattering the endless divine light, and causing it to collapse and be annihilated.

With just this one step, he teleported to the front of the supervisor, his fist pressing down, his fighting spirit blazing fiercely.

Just then, two streaks of light shot from the horizon, blocking the domineering fist at the critical moment, bursting out with dazzling brilliance, as if a second sun had risen from the ground.

buzzing-

After an unknown amount of time, two figures were sent flying backward.

Wu Xian only took a few meters back before regaining his balance. He floated in mid-air, shook his fist, and released an astonishing heat wave that scorched the surrounding space, causing it to boil and twist into wrinkles.

As for the supervisor on the other side, he was in much worse shape.

The jade crown that had been used to hold his hair up was now broken, leaving his white hair disheveled and making him look quite disheveled. A bloody fist mark was also visible on his chest, which looked shocking against the backdrop of his white clothes.

However, what was even more surprising than these were the two objects that appeared in his palm.

One is a simple, ancient-style Confucian hat; the other is a plain, unadorned carving knife. The crown of the Second Sage and the carving knife of the Sage of Confucianism!

These are two treasures of Confucianism. The ability of the Second Sage's Confucian Crown is to amplify the power of Confucian magic and to bear the backlash of magic on behalf of the user.

The Confucian Sage's carving knife is even more extraordinary. It was once the strongest person in the world. The Confucian Sage's personal carving knife can only be used by those who have gathered the great fortune of the world. Moreover, it can mobilize the power of all living beings and has infinite power. Even super-grade experts have to be wary of it.

"As expected, Confucianism is a system you created. Even though I had Zhao Shou seal these two magical treasures, you still have a way to summon them."

Wu Xian let out a sigh, showing little surprise at the appearance of these two Confucian treasures.

Those who have read the original novel of Da Feng know that the Confucian Sage who sealed away the various super-grade powerhouses was actually born under the secret guidance of the Heavenly Dao. He was a substitute for the God of War, with great strength that easily surpassed other super-grade powerhouses, but he did not have the ability to kill them, and could only seal them.

Naturally, as the creator of Confucianism, Heaven had no reason not to prepare some contingency plans. Therefore, it was not unimaginable that the Supervisor could seize control of these two treasures remotely.

The supervisor did not deny the sarcasm in Wu Xian's words. Instead, he slowly put on his scholar's cap, grasped the carving knife, and said calmly:

"Invite Confucian Sage!"

As soon as the words were spoken, above the sea of ​​clouds and beneath the sky, a pair of indifferent and ruthless eyes slowly opened.

Immediately afterwards, a vast and pure aura gathered from all directions, gradually outlining a tall and upright figure. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept in, causing the robes to flutter wildly, and the image of a scholar with flowing sleeves appeared before Wu Xian.

The heroic spirit of the Confucian sage has returned to the world, and a terrifying pressure has descended upon us like a mountain collapsing, a tsunami crashing, and the sky falling.

As the Confucian sage's spirit took shape, a gash appeared between the censor's brows, from which blood flowed. But then a strange energy emanated from the censor's body, quickly repairing the wound between his brows.

Do you know what the biggest mistake you've made so far is?

The supervisor looked at Wu Xian and said leisurely:

"I am the Master of Destiny, whose fate is intertwined with that of the Great Feng Dynasty. Over the years, your continuous expansion of the Great Feng's territory and power has not only caused the dynasty's fortune to soar, but has also indirectly enhanced my strength, allowing me to maximize the power of the Confucian sage's spirit."

Having said that, he raised his left hand, snapped his scholar's cap with a "snap," and slowly said:

"Xu Qi'an, leave God and Demon Island."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Qi'an, who was standing next to the throne of bones, instantly faded away and disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, the supervisor stepped forward, his carving knife thrusting straight at Wu Xian, who was standing directly in front of him.

The Confucian sage spirit behind him made a synchronized movement, and at the same time his body swelled up, turning into a giant hundreds of feet tall. His body was filled with pure energy, just like the Dharma body of heaven and earth, bringing tremendous pressure.

"Not bad, now you're finally worthy of my attention."

Wu Xian's lips curved slightly. As the Confucian Sage's carving knife approached, he took a step forward, shattering the clear air and unleashing his powerful will, which stopped the Confucian Sage's heroic spirit from moving.

One punch.

The world lost its color, and the sun and moon wailed in despair.

The void within a radius of a hundred miles was on the verge of collapse in that instant, causing countless ripples. The vast flow of pure energy reversed and turned back, a truly devastating force that gave the supervisor no time to react.

Bang!
With his right hand plunging into the chest, Wu Xian grasped the prison warden's beating heart, golden light gleaming in his eyes.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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