The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 346 is the heart of our military strategist and the form of the master of war.
The Earth-Soul-Heaven-Collapse is an ancient divine weapon from the time of King Yu. It was used by King Yu in his youth and possessed the powerful characteristics of being able to change at will and being indestructible. However, even so, it was a man-made divine weapon.

After a long period of time, this weapon was first suppressed in the Difei Mountain area of ​​Zhongnan Mountain, absorbing a lot of fire energy. Now, it must face Gonggong's water element power.

The clash of water and fire, coupled with the full force of the ancient dragon turtle, a race with the strength to support the heavens, caused the man-made divine weapon to collapse, turning into fragments of gold and iron that scattered in all directions and vanished completely.

Zhou Yan's palm was torn apart by the enormous force of the recoil.

Blood dripped down his face. For him, this divine weapon had accompanied him through the period when his strength had not yet fully stabilized. The weapon was broken, just like a severed arm. The heartache he felt was unbearable.

But this was no longer the time for him to feel sorry for himself.

The ancient dragon turtle's internal organs had all turned to ashes. At this moment, it was all supported by the true essence of the water god. It knew that no matter who won or lost this battle, it would perish after it ended. So all that remained was madness, hatred, revenge, and the obsession to fulfill its duty.

It could easily gnaw at mountains and tear open the mouths of divine weapons.

[Devouring Heaven and Earth]!!!
Zhou Yan used the Great Sun True Fire to interrupt this domineering divine power once again.

Activating the Dharma Aspect Divine Power, strands of primordial energy gathered and transformed into the enormous true form of the War Lord, with all eight arms extending out and tightly gripping the mouth of the Primordial Dragon Turtle. Meanwhile, the Great Sun Golden Crow on the other side flapped its wings.

Within its divine soul lies Zhou Yan's secret technique. If Zhou Yan were to die here, this three-legged golden crow would suffer an immense backlash, and might even fall back into a state of near-death.

As the golden sun descended, accompanied by an explosion of golden light, the staff used to strike the Emperor Jun Bell transformed into a golden beam and flew towards Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan raised his hand, grabbed the staff, swung it around, and smashed it down fiercely on the Primordial Dragon Turtle!
The impact caused the blood in Zhou Yan's tiger's mouth to flow even more freely. At this moment, Zhou Yan had completely gone all out. With a flick of his hands, he firmly blocked the mouth of the Primordial Dragon Turtle with the stick, and with his eight arms clenched into fists, he slammed it down.

The rumbling sound was like thunder exploding.

Hold them off! Hold them off!
The golden bell, adorned with divine patterns, seemed to come alive, radiating ripples that spread throughout Langzhong. The Great Sun Crow flapped its wings, golden flames descending, and it danced continuously atop the golden bell.

In a daze, it seemed like an auspicious picture from ancient times.

Golden ripples, like the dawn, spread out layer by layer from the golden bell, spreading throughout the entire city of Langzhong and the bodies of every living being. As the golden crow danced, Zhou Yan discovered that a treasure on his body began to emit a flowing light.

That's a jade talisman, an imperial edict.

It is the jade talisman that controls the blessed land and fairyland!

After killing Li Yuanying and obtaining this item, Zhou Yan had no time or opportunity to ponder the jade talisman edict. But at this moment, when the [Emperor Jun Bell] began to vibrate, when the long night that shrouded this place began to be torn apart.

The jade talisman also began to be refined and bound to a master.

This represents the supreme existence of the Daoist sect, surpassing the Thirty-Six Heavenly Caves and Seventy-Two Blessed Lands. The Kunlun Immortal Realm's separate courtyard is a remnant of one branch of the ancient divine system in this world.

The lineage of Emperor Juntian, the lineage of Kunlun Wonderland, and the lineage of the Three Mountains Overseas.

The Yellow Emperor and Yan Emperor of the Central Plains represent one aspect of the grand and dignified human way.

At this moment, Di Jun's bell rang, and the fairy jade talisman of the Queen Mother of the West began to circulate. Ancient legends converged here like three worlds. Zhou Yan did not recognize this treasure, but the ancient dragon turtle did.

He knew perfectly well that he absolutely could not allow Zhou Yan to truly refine and master this immortal realm. He raised his head and roared, unleashing a wave that shook the four directions, crashing and attacking towards Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan activated his eight-armed Dharma form and threw out that bronze divine tree!
Metal and water generate each other, while wood (乙) restrains earth.

The bronze divine tree instantly took root, using the wonders of the Five Elements to forcefully suppress the waves. No matter how much the ancient dragon turtle stirred up boundless waves, it could not cross the massive root system of the bronze divine tree.

It can be said that the bronze divine tree, possessing innate talents of metal and wood, directly suppressed the water and earth elements of the ancient dragon turtle.

The earth trembled and roared.

Kaiming watched the boundless waves surge up, saw the bronze divine tree growing and spreading rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and saw that the bronze divine tree was about to become as huge as the true form of the Dharma in an instant, with its roots twisting and its leaves as big as a house.

Kaiming was speechless.

"...Really, this kid..."

"What a wonderful treasure!"

“If it weren’t for the Golden Heavenly King ‘gifting’ this treasure, Zhou Yan would not have been able to withstand this towering wave. Or rather, even if he could have held on, Langzhong would have been doomed.”

"However, this also means... it's a real fight to the death."

Zhou Yan, bring out all the treasures!
The dragon turtle was making a desperate last stand!
The dragon-turtle strode forward with its massive body, and Zhou Yan could only use his enormous long staff to hold it off. Both man and ferocious god had fought to the limit. At this moment, the key to the outcome of the battle lay in time!
Kaiming stared intently at Jinzhong over there.

The great sun and golden crow dance the first dance of the newborn sun here!

This is the first dance, a sacrifice to the power of the great sun. The ancient Heavenly Emperor's divine weapon is reviving, and as ripples sweep across the entire Langzhong City, the blessed land decree beside Zhou Yan is also being slowly refined.

As long as Zhou Yan can hold out until Di Jun's divine weapon is fully refined, he will be able to kill the Primordial Dragon Turtle, which is currently at the level of Gonggong's chosen god. The Primordial Dragon Turtle only needs to kill Zhou Yan and Langzhong before the divine weapon is refined and the cave heaven and blessed land are controlled.

This would allow them to avoid this calamity and also seize two treasures that would be considered top-tier even in the Primordial Era.

At this point, it's all about timing.

As for whether time and destiny were on Zhou Yan's side, the side of the human race, or on Gonggong's side, who had been plotting for thousands of years, no one could say for sure. Kaiming clutched his chest, gathering his primordial energy to transform into his true form, still planning what to do. However, he had only managed to retrieve a head, and his strength was greatly diminished. He swayed, spat out blood, and knelt on the ground.

Kaiming clutched his chest, a surge of intense disgust rising within him.

"...Damn it, why did I survive instead of Lu Wu?"

"That guy is a martial god."

"If Lu Wu were here, even severely injured, he'd be more than capable of flipping this old turtle over and turning him into a delicious soup..."

Just as Kaiming was feeling resentful, he suddenly noticed streaks of light falling to the ground, emanating a rich metallic aura. He was stunned: "That is..."

"Fragments of the [Earth's Soul Collapse] technique?"

………………

boom! ! !
The clash of weapons sent shockwaves scattering in all directions, destroying the entire street.

Trees were uprooted, the earth shattered, and houses and walls collapsed layer by layer. An Qing'en looked at the sky and instantly realized that timing was now the most crucial factor.

Once they are refined into treasures by that Taoist priest, they will all die.

At this moment, as the agent of [History], he and Gonggong's lineage were in the same boat, wanting to gain benefits from this vortex. However, he encountered Shen Cangming, a madman who fought on the battlefield.

Ultimately, this resulted in him being unable to escape either.

They were drawn into a battle to buy time.

"We must rush there immediately to help that ancient dragon turtle kill that Taoist priest, otherwise, we might really die here this time."

An Qing'en was extremely anxious as he watched the battle unfold—Shen Cangming was facing the combined attack of Liu Bei and Zhang Fei alone. This was Langzhong, the burial place of Zhang Fei, a place with a strong tradition of worship and ancestral halls.

The rich incense, the spirit of the deity, and this special environment.

By using the jade talisman of Liu Bei to lure him out, and then killing him and turning him into a jade talisman, he could become a new force for the Shi lineage. But why has it turned out this way...?

An Qing'en watched Shen Cangming fight to the death.

Shen Cangming's Mo Dao was shattered, leaving only the handle. But he was not afraid at all. Like a madman, he swept and slashed with the handle of the Mo Dao, and actually survived the attack by two top human warriors from five hundred years ago.

Although he was at a disadvantage and being suppressed, he didn't seem to be going to die immediately. A huge sense of absurdity arose in An Qing'en's heart. It was only natural that there were people in the modern era who could rival famous generals of the past.

But would such a general be so easy to come by?
In particular, when Shen Cangming swept his gaze over during the desperate battle, his dark eyes were bloodshot, like a mad tiger, which made An Qing'en feel a chill down his spine. He knew very well that if he fell into Shen Cangming's hands, he would die.

And they would die a horrible death. But... no.

boom! ! !
Zhang Fei's eighteen-foot spear crashed down, and Shen Cangming blocked it with the hilt of his Mo Dao. But this time, Liu Bei's twin swords were about to pierce him. Shen Cangming exerted all his strength to deflect the force and twist the hilt to block the two swords.

But the next moment, a layer of malevolent energy exploded from the eighteen-foot spear.

The hilt of Shen Cangming's Mo Dao was actually severed!
Even the most formidable generals of their time could not match Zhang Fei's weapon. Moreover, Zhang Fei's eighteen-foot spear was different from Zhao Zilong's spear that Zhou Yan had previously wielded. That Dragon Gallant Silver Spear had accompanied Jiang Wei to its limit, while the eighteen-foot spear had undergone five hundred years of incense offerings and was already extraordinary.

One is a weapon of its time, while the other is a legendary weapon that has been worshipped and venerated throughout history. The difference between the two is immeasurable.

Shen Cangming was left with only two broken long-handled swords. Although he was skilled in all kinds of military weapons, he was most proficient in the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword). With his weapons shattered, he could not hold his own against a master swordsman.

Liu Bei's two swords were blocked in front of him when suddenly a loud shout was heard.

"Zhang Yide of Yan is here! Let us fight to the death!"

After the roar, the eighteen-foot spear thrust from Liu Xuande's shoulder. This time, Shen Cangming could no longer resist. A fifth-rank military general of the present era was facing the soul of a legendary historical general, who was still worshipping and offering sacrifices to the other side.

The eighteen-foot spear pierced Shen Cangming's body in an instant, and blood spurted out. An Qing'en, who had been on edge the whole time, was overjoyed at the victory and laughed loudly: "Ha, ha ha ha ha, finally succeeded, finally succeeded!"

"Shen Cangming, you're dead!"

At this moment, Shen Cangming released the two long handles, raised his left hand, and grabbed the eighteen-foot spear. His military aura began to surge wildly. Shen Cangming's eyes were cold, and at some point, he bit down on a porcelain bottle.

It was given to him by Zhou Yan before he set off.

After stripping away the essence and divine will of the warlord, the pure—

Chi You's murderous aura!

This is the power of the legendary Lord of War, the God of War, and it is the most dangerous baleful energy. Without an extreme state of mind and enlightenment, there is no way to control this thing. But at this moment, Shen Cangming did not hesitate at all and swallowed it.

The power of military strategists gathered on his body, transforming into blood-red lightning. He grasped the eighteen-foot spear and, under immense pain, let out a low roar, recalling the past, the betrayal, the death, and the sensation under the blade.

That despair, that madness, that unwillingness to accept defeat.

His heart was burning with anxiety, like being forged. After swallowing Chi You's evil aura, countless scattered lights and shadows appeared in Shen Cangming's eyes, but in the end, they only transformed into the afternoon of that day, when the border was pacified and the Tang Dynasty's dragon flag fluttered in the sky.

Three breaths.

Just three breaths.

Shen Cangming, without any protection, devoured Chi You's evil energy with his physical body and struggled to regain consciousness. Or rather, he didn't regain consciousness, but rather, amidst the countless evil energies surging in his heart, he chose the priority of killing.

From protecting the Tang Dynasty and its people, it became about eliminating all enemies.

An Qing'en had never expected this trump card.

He had even considered getting close enough to finish off Shen Cangming, but he never expected that Shen Cangming, like a tiger suddenly unleashed, would control the eighteen-foot spear with his body and exploit his arrogance to create an incredible opportunity.

An Qing'en suddenly retreated, holding the Bai Ze Book in his hand, and shouted, "Liu Xuande!!!"

Liu Xuande was controlled by the jade talisman, and the sword in his hand was thrusting towards Shen Cangming's back and neck. Shen Cangming noticed all of this, but did not change his movements at all. In an instant, he drew the waist knife from his waist and slashed heavily!
This strike severed An Qing'en's left arm, along with Bai Zeshu!
Bai Zeshu landed and emitted light.

It transformed into a jade book.

It is not a fake!

The figure formed by Liu Xuande's jade talisman froze instantly.

After losing control of the jade talisman, Liu Bei, who was supposed to carry out the subsequent orders, actually stopped attacking. Not only that, but with a turn of his twin swords, he actually entangled the eighteen-foot spear and forced back the warrior formed from Zhang Yide's soul.

A calm voice rang out: "Third brother, stop."

? ! ! !
He broke free from control through his own willpower?!

How can it be!

An Qing'en completely collapsed, lost his mind, and suddenly retreated, panting heavily. Looking at Shen Cangming, who had almost become a nightmare of a war ghost, he actually did something that even An Lushan would curse.

He clutched his wound, turned around, and ran away.

Shen Cangming's eyes were bloodshot. He took out the Qin Emperor's Whale-Shooting Bow, nocked an arrow, and his blood-red baleful aura gathered like a spiral, pouring all of Chi You's baleful aura into the arrow, locking onto the fleeing An Qing'en.

This is his all-out effort!

Kill him, kill him, kill him!

Kill him! Cut off his fingers, behead him, chop him into mincemeat, kill him!

Kill kill kill kill kill!

The madness of revenge almost scorched Shen Cangming's heart, making him ignore everything, ignore the battle at this moment. The arrow, condensed with murderous aura, locked onto An Qing'en, but at this moment, Shen Cangming's fingers trembled, and his blood-red eyes almost burst into tears.

Then, step forward!
Turn around suddenly!

Shen Cangming aimed his arrow at the dragon turtle that was entangled with the flood dragon in the distance, and then let out a roar that was hard to tell whether it was madness or anger.

"I am!"

"The Great Tang Dynasty!"

"Shen Cangming!"

I am by no means a war demon driven by hatred, willing to do anything for revenge.

Instead, it was An Renjun!

The bowstring vibrated as if it had been the first time that day.

The arrow did not pierce the person he hated most, but instead turned into blood and pierced through half of Langzhong, precisely penetrating the neck of the dragon turtle. The dragon turtle, which had already suppressed Ao Xuantao, stiffened at this moment.

Shen Cangming gasped for breath, and before he knew it, tears were streaming down his face.

Instead of venting his hatred by slaughtering enemies, he chose to take action to protect the people. He was not a madman who was coerced, nor a war demon who slaughtered for justice. He was a border soldier of the Tang Dynasty and the last general of the Anren Army.

Shen Cangming held the bow.

Under the flow of malevolent energy, he seemed to have found his original Dao heart. The barrier of his realm that had trapped him for far too long began to crack, and wisps of bloody malevolent energy transformed into a massive body behind the choking man.

He wore mountain-patterned armor, held a Tang-style broadsword, and had a battle flag on his back.

With the dragon turtle falling, Ao Xuantao was freed.

A standoff.

change!

(End of this chapter)