The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 212 The First Attack by the Human Race
An Lushan's eyes were icy as he stared at the aloof and arrogant golden-armored general before him. The spear in his hand, coated with viscous blood-red magic, slowly spun, its tip leaving trails of sparks on the ground. His gait revealed a hint of predator-like caution in his massive frame.

"The Great Emperor Jintianyuan of Mount Hua in the West..."

"What brings the Great Emperor of the Western Peak to Mount Emei?"

His voice trailed off for an extended period, carrying a subtle melancholy.

Even if the True Lord of the Western Peak is not in the Western Peak region, he is still one of the top-tier fourth-rank experts in the world. I haven't been able to completely integrate the fragments of the Mount Tai Fair Fruit and the essence blood of Chi You yet, so this might be a bit tricky.

Zhou Yan's fingers loosely clenched, and the conjured spear slightly rose, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground. His tone was deliberately imitative of indifference and arrogance, as indifferent as the thin snow in the mountains:

"You insignificant creature, how dare you ask me questions?"

He learned the arrogance of Xiyue, even down to the exact curve of his raised eyebrows.

An Lushan's eyelids twitched, and anger surged within him:

"What did you say?!"

"Oh, not exactly an insect." Zhou Yan changed the subject slightly, his gaze sweeping over the other man's tense shoulders and back, his tone becoming even more indifferent:

"It's probably a fat pig that's blocking the way."

A faint rattling sound of chains came from behind—

Emperor Kaiming lowered his head, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He looked worried because Xiyue had revealed himself and was overwhelmed with grief. In reality, however, he was pursing his lips tightly, even though the wounds from being rubbed raw by the chains were painful, he was desperately trying to suppress a laugh.

Hold on, hold on!
This mouth.

Is this really Fuxi's personally selected item?!
Lies don't hurt, but these two sentences are like sharp knives.

An Lushan was so angry that his face turned ashen, and his chest heaved violently. He said:

"Good! Good, good!"

"Even the True Lord of the Western Peak is only at the fourth rank after leaving the Western Peak region. Since you're here, don't leave. It just so happens that this Bronze Divine Tree is missing the blood of a deity to be fully revived!"

"Come die!"

Before he finished speaking, the spear in his hand suddenly trembled, and the blood-red aura wrapped around the spear instantly surged, rushing towards Zhou Yan like a rolling red mist. Even as a test, the aura of a fourth-rank military strategist carried a world-destroying force. Zhou Yan's pupils contracted slightly, feeling that the pungent aura was almost suffocating him.

The spear in his hand responded with a corresponding attack.

However, he was skilled in swordsmanship, but he would wield the spear with both hands and attack like a Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword), imitating the moves and techniques of Qin Shubao.

Although it's just a shell, it still cowers in fear of the other side.

The name of Mount Hua is still very well-known.

The hemp pole beats the wolf and is afraid of both sides.

To use a feint to attack a feint.

Although they used different weapons, Zhou Yan had practical experience and had received Qin Qiong's divine guidance, so he was quite skilled in the rhythm of battle. An Lushan was wary and did not use any ruthless moves, so the two did not touch their weapons.

An Lushan's heart sank slightly, as he only saw Zhou Yan imitating Qin Shubao's moves.

That's a great move; it's clearly a technique proven in real combat!

Zhou Yan, on the other hand, was finding it extremely difficult.

He was not Shen Cangming. His own weapon skills and martial arts were actually inferior to An Lushan's. He was just using An Lushan's name to make the other party slightly wary. Once their weapons clashed and their magic was activated, he immediately revealed his fear.

This cannot be done. This incarnation is destined to die, but it must die in a meaningful way.

Zhou Yan locked his gaze on An Lushan, but unfortunately, he was only an avatar at the moment. He neither had the enlightened divine eye to see through some of the other party's actions, nor did he have the full power of the Lord of Mount Tai to control the earth's veins and deny life and death.

Neither the Seed of Earth nor the Immortal Artifact Armor could be used.

Emperor Kaiming suddenly shouted loudly and deliberately, "Emperor of the Western Peak, run! This fat man has a jade bottle hidden under his golden mask on the left side of his lower back. It contains the essence blood of Chi You! He's going to crush the essence blood to open his Dharma form and kill you!"

An Lushan's eyes turned bloodshot as he glared at Kaiming:
"you dare!!!"

Emperor Kaiming cried out, "Ah, how terrifying, how terrifying!"

"Don't kill me, I'm scared, waaaaaah!"

He twisted his body in response, the chains clanging loudly, but his eyes quickly gave Zhou Yan a meaningful look.

With a thought, Zhou Yan unleashed his full martial arts prowess with his spear, creating several afterimages as he aimed directly at An Lushan's brow, throat, and heart. An Lushan, having his greatest secret exposed, could no longer afford to hide.

boom! ! !
The murderous aura of a fourth-grade military strategist surged wildly, almost smearing Zhou Yan's face. This avatar was almost unable to maintain its form, its breathing became sluggish, and its consciousness became blurred. However, Zhou Yan had spent too much time with Shen Cangming.

Shen Cangming's bloodthirsty aura was purer, which allowed Zhou Yan to resist.

Once hit, it will be exposed.

In Zhou Yan's eyes, the long spear seemed to occupy the entire world, like a huge calamity falling from the sky. Facing a powerful fourth-grade expert from the Six Paths in his avatar form, with an attack carrying absolute killing intent, Zhou Yan could only make one move.

change!
Transformed into a gentle breeze, this body has no form.

The crimson spear swept over Zhou Yan like an endless wave. An Lushan's heart skipped a beat, but there was no real sense of flesh being torn apart.

At the most critical moment, Zhou Yan transformed into a wisp of wind and dodged the shot.

An Lushan was filled with unparalleled hatred and his attacks were ruthless. The tip of his blood-red spear grazed the wind and pierced a deep hole in the bronze divine tree behind him. The sparks that flew up carried a scorching heat in the wind.

? ! ! !
An Lushan's pupils contracted sharply, and his grip on the gun tightened abruptly—

Despite his keen senses, he couldn't detect any trace of the Western Peak True Monarch! He hastily retreated, his massive body now surprisingly agile. He sprang a few times, creating distance, his spear forming an impenetrable barrier in front of him as he roared:

"Come forth! True Lord of the Western Peak!"

"Come out!!!"

Zhou Yan, in the form of wind, headed towards the essence blood of Chi You that Emperor Kaiming had just pointed out, intending to directly extract the essence blood. However, just as Zhou Yan touched the jade bottle, everything changed.

boom! ! !
Countless black and red lines tore at my eyes, as if splitting the heavens and earth into pieces.

Zhou Yan's body instantly stiffened.

He saw countless blood-stained weapons taking shape in the churning lava furnace; he saw countless prisoners of war being pushed onto the altar, their blood flowing down the stone steps like rivers, staining the low-hanging sky red.

He saw the raging wind whipping up torrential rain, thunder splitting the earth, and Yinglong roaring in the clouds. At the center of the world, a man with eyes burning with rage, clad in armor, was charging towards him, wielding a golden longsword.

One side of the sword is engraved with the sun, moon, and stars, while the other side is engraved with mountains, rivers, and plants.

Finally, all the images faded into complete darkness and oblivion.

When he opened his eyes again, he was surrounded by an endless mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Under the blood-red sky, a tall figure, so tall that it blotted out the sun, was holding a weapon and roaring. The surrounding blood and evil energy condensed into lightning and exploded around him.

"Blood sacrifice, sacrifice..."

"Ji Xuanyuan!!!"

Overwhelmed by intense resentment, hatred, and a distorted sense of existence, Zhou Yan's consciousness was instantly annihilated. There was no struggle, no resistance; in a mere instant, his avatar was completely obliterated.

Just like the elite troops of the Xuanyuan tribe facing Chiyou.

Inside Zhou Yan's quiet room at the Taishang Tower Taoist Temple, the young Taoist suddenly felt a sharp pain between his brows. He groaned, collapsed onto the bed, and rolled around like a gourd before finally burying his head in the blankets: "Hiss—"

"it hurts!"

Zhou Yan's eye throbbed with pain.

Is this the first attack skill of the ancient warlord?

The avatar collapsed upon contact with Chi You's essence and divine will, and his true body was also affected by the backlash and instantly killed. The terrifying pain was so intense that Zhou Yan couldn't recover for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Resentment, hatred, madness, and karma impacted his state of mind.

Zhou Yan had experienced life and death before, and when he received the transformation technique from Nuwa, he underwent countless changes before he was able to stabilize his Dao heart and avoid being driven mad by the shock. He covered his forehead, breathing heavily.
"...Since ancient times, even in the mythological era, there has been a war god more terrifying than Xing Tian, ​​the Lord of War."

"That's true. Even if it were the true form of the monk Kongkong, he might not be able to defeat Chiyou. I used his supernatural powers to make contact with Chiyou, and I only felt a little pain. That's not bad."

Zhou Yan looked at his palm, which was trembling involuntarily.

There are two types.

One is the trembling of living beings when faced with an absolutely terrifying powerhouse and killing intent; the other is the yearning of martial artists when facing the pinnacle.

He originally thought that with An Lushan's talent, he had actually become one of the Six Paths who could be compared with Manjushri's incarnation, the Weaver Girl, and the Master of the Azure Netherworld, and had even obtained a portion of the Mount Tai Justice Fruit from Emperor Li Heng of Tang.

It should be noted that even the other four True Monarchs of Mount Tai, who had been coveting the Mount Tai Dao Fruit, had not been able to obtain even a single one.

Why should he?
How can a fat man weighing several hundred pounds dance?

But at this moment, he felt that even though he had obtained the bloodline inheritance of the strongest warrior of the human race, the Taishan Fair Fruit had been divided up by Qingming Fangzhu and the others.

An Lushan is truly a piece of junk!
That's Chi You, the strongest nemesis of the human race's Emperor Xuanyuan.
If Chi You's essence and blood were in Guo Ziyi's hands, what business would anyone else have with it?
However, the core of that drop of Chi You's essence lies in desire, madness, and intense resentment, which may resonate more with An Lushan.

Zhou Yan broke out in a cold sweat, thinking about how his avatar had been destroyed.

It's alright that the incarnation is gone, I just hope that Consort Shen and Emperor Kaiming won't be implicated.

He recalled the bronze divine tree in the underground palace, the bloodthirsty aura on An Lushan's body, and the divine intent of Chi You that could instantly kill an incarnation—An Lushan was one of the six figures, and he himself possessed great strength.

If Chi You were to revive in this way, the danger would definitely be greater than that of the Weaver Girl.

He was extremely wary of it.

In the hidden underground palace in western Sichuan, An Lushan was even more tense.

He continuously swept and slashed with his spear.

It transformed into flames and crashed in all directions.

"You come out!"

"True Lord of the Western Peak! Come out!"

Just now, Chi You's essence blood had suddenly activated on its own, but even so, he still couldn't find any trace of the intruder, as if the other party had never appeared at all. His eyes widened, staring intently at the surrounding shadows, his entire body hair standing on end—

Where!
Where on earth is it?!

For two hours, he held the gun, remaining on guard in place, until even his fingertips began to go numb, before he finally realized that the other party had really left.

He put down his weapon, his breathing became rapid, and beads of sweat dripped from his face. This man, who was considered one of the top fourth-rank experts in the world, murmured, "This, how is this possible? Is True Monarch Xiyue really that powerful?"

He felt nothing when it came, and he felt nothing when it left!
But An Lushan quickly realized what was happening.

"But he was frightened away by Chi You's blood essence, which means he wasn't confident he could kill me either." He muttered to himself, his eyes gradually turning sinister. "A strong fourth-rank expert skilled in concealment..."

"The Great Emperor Jintianyuan of Mount Hua, the Western Peak".

"Having learned my secret, you must die!"

Emperor Kaiming was the reincarnation of the enlightened one from Kunlun, and his eyesight was excellent.

They watched helplessly as Zhou Yan's avatar was instantly killed.

Then An Lushan engaged in a battle of wits with the air for two hours.

Finally, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Damn it, where can I find it?!
It was destroyed long ago by the self-activated evil energy of Chi You.

An Lushan looked at the Kaiming Emperor laughing loudly, and his spear suddenly shot up, turning into a blur of light and shadow, almost tearing the Kaiming Emperor to pieces. The Kaiming Emperor's laughter turned into screams and painful roars.

An Lushan sheathed his spear, and the huge bronze divine tree supporting this underground world spread its branches and leaves, with nine bronze sun crows on the tree naturally stretching their wings.

Golden light spilled from between the feathers, casting a hazy warmth across the empty dungeon. But the light was ultimately weak, far from being a true "revival."

Kaiming's throat was cut open, blood gushing out, and one of his eyes was pierced by the tip of a gun, leaving only a murky bloody hole.

But he was, after all, a great god of Kunlun, and ordinary injuries could not kill him. However, the process of healing the wound felt like countless small knives were twisting inside his flesh, causing him to convulse in pain.

"Laugh, keep laughing!"

An Lushan sheathed his weapon and said in an icy tone, "When I merge with the blood of Chi You and gain control of the [Power of the Military], I will personally chop you into mincemeat and bury you under this Tongtian Divine Tree. With the flesh and blood of the Kunlun God, I will inspire these nine golden crows."

"Reweave the true legend of the ten suns in the sky, turning the entire human world into a scorched wasteland."

Kaiming looked at him, trying to say something.

An Lushan patiently waited until Kaiming's throat healed.

Kaiming gestured for him to come closer, then laboriously raised his head to look at him, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and whispered in a weak voice:
“I… your father.”

An Lushan's expression gradually turned icy cold, like a raging fire. His spear pierced through Kaiming, the bloodthirsty aura spreading and engulfing his body, tearing open his newly healed wounds once more. Kaiming endured countless more torments and pains.

"Hahahaha!"

Emperor Kaiming trembled with pain, yet he still burst into laughter, a wild laugh filled with unbridled joy—the laughter of seeing the first glimmer of hope after a long period of suffering and waiting.

As you said, Fuxi.

You will bring a fleeting, illusory hope to this world at the cost of our lives.

The most untrustworthy madman in ordinary times is also the most reliable ally in desperate situations.

An Lushan gave him one last look, then turned and strode away. Only when the heavy footsteps completely disappeared did Emperor Kaiming stop laughing, writhing in pain like a caterpillar.
"I can't hold on any longer... I really can't hold on any longer."

"Kongming, your plan is the most useful ever."

"Otherwise, your teacher would have suffered for nothing."

(End of this chapter)