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Chapter 245 Being Hunted by Gods!! (2 words, Update 25)

"boom--!!!"

The dark red light field, like a boiling sea of ​​blood, stubbornly withstood the violent bombardment of the giant branch.

Jiang Wei's small figure floated in the center of the pillar of light, her red eyes were cold, and her hands were as steady as a rock.

But how terrifying was the frenzied counterattack of the three second-tier tree ghosts?
Each impact was like a landslide and a tsunami, causing the surface of the dark red light field to tremble violently, ripples to spread, and even tiny cracks to appear at the edges!

The entire scorched earth trembled.

Boom! Boom! Boom—!!!
The explosive collision of energy, the painful roar of the giant tree, and the deafening sound of rocks shattering instantly propelled this apocalyptic battlefield to its climax.

Outside the light domain, the figures of Yue Zhen, Shen Yi, Shi Meng, Su Wanqing, and Master Chen could be seen.

They were like five incomparably sharp arrows, fiercely charging into the raging sea of ​​trees.

However, after devouring a massive amount of flesh and blood, the three second-tier tree demons' vitality and defense reached terrifying levels.

Especially the giant tree in the center that was besieged by Su Wanqing and Yue Zhen, whose aura had reached the middle stage of the second tier.

The tree trunk, covered in thick living armor, withstood the attacks of the group, producing a piercing metallic clang. The speed at which the frost spread was frantically countered by the surging dark green death energy within.

"Damn it! Their regenerative abilities are too strong!" Shen Yi's face turned ugly.

"This can't go on like this!"

Shi Meng watched the tiny cracks spreading across the dark red light field with extreme anxiety.

Just as the stalemate reached its stalemate, the five masters felt heavy-hearted.

A figure, like lightning tearing through the smoke of battle, suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield.

It was Fang Qingyu!
Bare-chested and muscular, his bronze skin still bore scars, yet exuded an aura of intense, scorching heat, like that of a furnace.

The Dragon Sparrow Slaying Blade in his hand hummed, and platinum lightning surged and roared within the abyss rift.

Their gazes instantly locked onto the giant tree with the most imposing aura in the center, which was fiercely fighting against Su Wanqing and Yue Zhen.

That was the core of the three tree spirits.

"Give it to me."

Fang Qingyu's voice was not loud, but it clearly drowned out all the noise of the battlefield.

The moment the words fell!
Om-! ! !
A heavy, domineering, and terrifying aura, seemingly capable of supporting the collapse of the sky, suddenly erupted from Fang Qingyu's center.

Heavenly Pillar Strength!
The spine is like a dragon, and the blood and qi are like mercury.

The power in his body was instantly compressed and concentrated, rising up the spine and finally flowing into his right arm that held the knife.

On his arms, the muscles were bulging to the extreme, and beneath his bronze skin, it seemed as if magma was flowing.

As if sensing its master's will to incinerate everything, the Dragon Sparrow Blade trembled violently and emitted a humming sound that yearned to drink blood!
On the blade, the platinum lightning paste of the Bone-Corroding Thunder and the dark red tribulation flames of the Crimson Tribulation Fire were instantly ignited.

They frantically entangle, compress, and fuse.

Purple, blue, and dark red intertwine and wrap around the dark gold blade.

Fang Qingyu's eyes, as bright as molten gold, reflected the enormous, mountain-like ghostly face of the tree.

Those huge wooden eyes, filled with resentment, pain, and greed, were also staring intently at him, with a furious rage as if provoked by an ant!
"Roar--!!!"

The giant tree demon opened its enormous mouth, covered with spiraling teeth, and let out a roar that shattered the air.

Countless thick vines covered with pale white bark, like a horde of enraged venomous dragons, burst forth from its massive canopy, weaving together a colossal net of death that covered the heavens and the earth, descending upon Fang Qingyu.

At the same time, the giant branches on the tree canopy that had not yet been blocked by Jiang Wei's light domain also changed direction and, like a dense barrage of crossbows, fiercely bombarded Fang Qingyu.

Faced with this devastating attack that blotted out the sky.

Fang Qingyu advanced instead of retreating!

A thunderclap exploded beneath my feet.

Thunderclap and Shadow.

His entire being transformed into a condensed purple-blue lightning bolt, coiled with the destructive thunder and fire energy on the blade, and charged fiercely upwards.

Almost to the extreme.

Its figure moved like a butterfly flitting among the vines and giant branches, precisely finding the only path to survival.

Wherever it passed, raging thunder and calamity fire automatically formed a destructive force field.

Any vine tips that dared to approach were instantly charred and shattered.

"The Imperial Edict of Yuanyue!!!"

A deep dragon's roar, seemingly from the primordial era, mingled with Fang Qingyu's furious shout, exploded with a deafening roar.

The Dragon Sparrow Slays Calamity, striking down fiercely!
boom--! ! ! !

The moment the knife was drawn, time seemed to stretch out.

A blade aura, condensed to an indescribable degree, roared as it left the blade!

It is composed of boiling platinum thunder nectar as its bones and dark red crimson tribulation fire as its marrow, wrapped with a dragon-shaped energy that is as substantial and heavy as a mountain!

The moment the blade energy left the body, it swelled in the wind.

In an instant, it transformed into a lifelike, nearly twenty-meter-long, dark gold dragon radiating lightning and flames.

Dragon horns are prominent.

The dragon's scales bristled, their edges gleaming with a cold light capable of cutting through anything.

Within the dragon's eyes burned an unparalleled will to annihilate all things and judge heaven and earth, reflecting the horrified wooden eyes of the giant tree ghost face!

"hold head high--!!!"

A majestic dragon's roar that shook the entire underground space!
The Thunderfire Dragon, carrying the supreme will of annihilation, ignored all the vines and giant branches blocking its path, as if traversing the distance of space.

It crashed headlong into the largest and most hideous ghost face of the central giant tree.

This knife.

With the support of the Heavenly Pillar Force, the power is concentrated to its limit, making it indestructible.

The bone-corroding lightning and the crimson calamity fire merged, their power multiplied, incinerating everything.

The dragon-sparrow cleaves the calamity, its sharpness unmatched.

This is Fang Qingyu's pure martial arts system, devoid of any frills, into which he poured all his energy and spirit.
A single, decisive strike!

"Do not--!!!"

The giant tree-faced creature let out an unprecedented shriek, a mixture of extreme fear and despair.

It sensed death.

An inevitable death.

It frantically mobilized all the power it had devoured, and the living armor covering the tree trunk instantly thickened several times over. Countless thick vines, like the most loyal shields, layered upon layer, blocked the ghost face.

however!
Before the Dark Gold Thunderfire Dragon, all of this was as fragile as paper.

Boom-! ! ! !

An indescribable, terrifying explosion.

The dragon crashed violently into the giant tree's ghostly face.

Blinding lightning and eerie, deathly green energy intertwined wildly.

The giant vine shield blocking the way was like ice and snow under the sun, instantly vaporizing and evaporating.

The living armor, several meters thick, was like a red-hot iron being inserted into rotten leather, emitting a teeth-grinding "hissing" sound. The dark green veins flickered wildly, and then it crumbled and carbonized inch by inch under the extreme temperature and the rules of destruction.

The hard, dark gold wooden ghost face was torn apart by the violent blade energy.

A terrifying, charred hole, its edges burning with dark red flames and platinum lightning, instantly appeared in the very center of the giant tree's trunk.

It is several meters deep and runs through the entire length of the tunnel.

Countless distorted humanoid phantoms embedded inside the main structure, wailing in agony, instantly turned to ashes under the extreme heat and destruction.

"Roar--!!!"

The central giant tree let out a painful roar, and its massive demonic body lost its balance for the first time. Like a giant beast whose spine had been severed, it was struck by this terrifying blow and staggered backward, tilting violently.

The massive tree canopy swung wildly, smashing down large sections of the rock face, and dark green, viscous blood gushed out of the horrific wound like a waterfall.

This strike not only severely damaged its main body, but also severed the core power node that it had condensed after its frenzied devouring.

His aura plummeted from the peak of the second-tier mid-stage in an instant!
"Now! Kill!!!"

Su Wanqing's eyes flashed with a sharp light as she seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Snap, snap——!
White light surged wildly into the giant tree through the wound.

"Smash it, you son of a bitch!!!"

Master Chen and the other three erupted in a thunderous roar.

All forces were poured into their respective goals without reservation.

boom! boom!
Snap! Pfft—!!!
Without the support of the central giant tree, and with the five grandmasters seizing the opportunity to unleash their attacks, the two giant trees on the left and right could no longer hold on.

The giant tree with the ghost face on the left was blasted apart by Master Chen and Shi Meng.

The massive tree canopy collapsed with a deafening roar.

Shen Yi completely dissected the trunk of the giant tree on the right along its veins, and dark green sap gushed out like a burst dam. The massive body split open from the middle and crashed helplessly to the ground.

The giant tree in the center, which had suffered a fatal blow from Fang Qingyu and a follow-up attack from Su Wanqing, was in an even more tragic state.

The interior was riddled with holes, the main trunk was torn and pierced, and the root system was severely damaged by Yue Zhen.

The enormous demonic body trembled violently, letting out a final, unwilling cry, before collapsing backward like a mountain of gold and a pillar of jade being toppled.

The deafening roar of the three dark green demonic mountains collapsing was like three meteorites striking the earth simultaneously.

The entire former industrial park site, which was sealed off by the force field, was trembling violently.

Smoke and dust mixed with dark green liquid shot into the sky, obscuring the view.

At the center of the battlefield, the dark red light domain that had been burning the heavens and earth slowly receded.

Jiang Wei's small figure floated down, her little face still expressionless. She silently took out a new lollipop from her pocket, unwrapped it, put it in her mouth, and quietly sucked on it.

The five grandmasters stood on the edge of the smoke-filled ruins, panting heavily. They had all sustained new wounds, but their eyes were filled with the exhilaration of surviving a disaster and the joy of victory.

Fang Qingyu slowly withdrew the Dragon Sparrow Blade, and the lightning and fire leaping on the blade quietly subsided.

Standing before the massive ruins formed by the collapse of the central giant tree, his eyes calmly swept over the three huge piles of remains that were still twitching slightly and exuding a dense aura of death.

The second-tier mid-realm tree demon was killed by the blade.

The other two were annihilated by a combined attack from a grandmaster.

The core of this colossal lair of the dead has collapsed.

What remains are just low-level derivative monsters within the force field that have lost their command and pose no threat. They can be completely removed by sending people to slowly eliminate them.

And the gazes of Su Wanqing and the other four.

Almost simultaneously, they involuntarily turned towards the center of the battlefield, to the figure slowly descending from the sky.

The bandages wrapped around his bare upper body were soaked with blood, ash, and sweat, and his bronze skin was covered with a mix of old and new wounds. The Dragon Sparrow Sword returned to its sheath, emitting a clear, resonant hum.

He stood quietly on the scorched earth, before the burning remains of the central giant tree, his back as straight as a solitary peak.

The air was thick with the pungent, oppressive smell of burning wood, a mixture of acrid, bloody, and burning sap.

Yue Zhen and the other two exchanged glances.

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he quickly stepped forward.

"Thank you so much, Captain Fang and Comrade Jiang! If it weren't for your timely arrival, we don't know how long it would have taken us to find the entrance and eliminate the ghosts." Yue Zhen's voice was loud and clear, filled with heartfelt gratitude.

"I can't thank you enough!" Shi Meng pounded his chest forcefully, his voice resounding.

Fang Qingyu nodded slightly in response: "It's my duty, the three grandmasters have worked hard. The war outside is intense, the three of you should go and support other areas as soon as possible."

"it is good."

Yue Zhen and the other two nodded immediately.

They also knew that the Ghost Festival was not over yet, and every bit of strength was crucial now.

He bowed respectfully to Fang Qingyu once more, nodded to Su Wanqing and Master Chen, and then transformed into three streaks of light, flying towards the edge of the force field without hesitation, quickly disappearing into the billowing smoke.

Only Fang Qingyu, Jiang Wei, Su Wanqing, and Master Chen remained in the arena.

Master Chen strode up to Fang Qingyu.

This pillar of the Qingjian Divine Bureau looked at the person in front of him who, just a few months ago, had to look up to him.
The young man, who is now capable of single-handedly turning the tide, has an incredibly complex expression in his eyes.

There was relief, shock, and regret, all of which ultimately turned into a heavy sigh.

He stretched out his broad, strong, calloused hand and patted Fang Qingyu's uninjured shoulder heavily.

"Good lad!" Master Chen's voice was deep and powerful, carrying the感慨 of an elder seeing a junior truly grow up and even surpass himself. "Well done! Qingjian owes a lot to you!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the ravaged battlefield before looking at the still-standing massive force field barrier in the distance. He said in a deep voice, "Leave this area to the follow-up troops for cleanup; the force field will be dispelled soon. There are still many areas outside that need manpower. Wanqing and I will go first!"

After saying that, he looked at Fang Qingyu again, then turned around and strode off toward the other side of the force field, his burly figure quickly disappearing into the dust.

Su Wanqing did not leave immediately.

She walked up to Fang Qingyu, her moon-white combat uniform stained with dirt and dark green liquid, a few strands of hair clinging to her slightly sweaty forehead, her cool and beautiful face showing the fatigue of a battle, but her bright eyes were surprisingly bright, staring at Fang Qingyu without blinking.

Her gaze was more complex than Master Chen's.

There was a sense of relief at surviving a disaster, a shock at Fang Qingyu's terrifying strength, and a slight sense of loss at being left far behind.

But more than anything, it evoked an indescribable sense of closeness and gratitude.

She suddenly smiled, like a snow lotus blooming abruptly on an iceberg, with a hint of playfulness, and winked: "Come to think of it, this is the second time you've saved me, Captain Fang?"

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback when he saw the rare playful expression on Su Wanqing's face. He then shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Su Shenxuan is joking. It's only right."

"Of course?" Su Wanqing raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips. "Last time in the Songdu Tiankeng, you were just a newly emerging Tongxuan martial artist, risking your life to survive. Now look at you, even a second-tier mid-stage tree ghost is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables in your hands."

Her words were teasing, but a hint of melancholy lingered in her eyes.

Fang Qingyu sensed the complex emotions in her words, but calmly replied, "Just lucky. Su Shenxuan has a solid foundation and his future is limitless."

Su Wanqing gave him a deep look, as if trying to find something in his calm face, but in the end she just sighed softly, her smile fading, and she regained her usual coldness: "Alright, I won't keep you from resting. The Ghost Festival in Qingjian isn't over yet, and I have to go see other places too. Take care!"

"Take care of yourself."

Fang Qingyu nodded.

Su Wanqing said no more, glanced one last time at Jiang Wei who was standing quietly beside her, nodded slightly to her, and then her figure transformed into a cold, moon-white light, chasing after the direction where Master Chen had left, and soon disappeared.

The noisy battlefield fell completely silent.

The only sounds were the crackling of the flames and the faint hum of the force field barrier in the distance.

Fang Qingyu slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood. His tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and a wave of exhaustion washed over him.

He slowly sat down on the scorching hot earth beneath his feet.

His back was pressed against a huge, scorching hot rock. The intense heat seeped through his tattered combat suit, causing a stinging sensation, but also a sense of reality.

Fang Qingyu tilted his head slightly.

Looking at this ravaged forest, it was like a hellish forest that had been ravaged by a giant beast.

The charred tree trunks, like twisted tombstones, pointed towards the murky sky. The ground was covered with a thick layer of ash and broken plant remains, and huge craters were everywhere. The air was filled with the aura of death and destruction.

This is the world after the rampage of the Fate Demon.

I turned my gaze away and looked around.

Jiang Wei had been sitting next to him at some point, her small body curled up, knees bent, hands hugging her calves, chin resting on her knees, quietly sucking on a new lollipop.

Her small face was expressionless, except for her clear red eyes, which reflected the flickering firelight and the devastation.

"Xiao Jiang."

Fang Qingyu's voice was somewhat hoarse, carrying a deep sense of exhaustion.

"Hmm?" Jiang Wei turned her head slightly to look at him.

“That ghost just now.” Fang Qingyu’s gaze fell on the scorched earth where the Time Eclipse Witch had been completely annihilated, his brows furrowing slightly. “It was that woman in the purple dress. Who exactly is she? Why did you react so strongly to her? And that book?”

This was his biggest question.

That ghost was too special; it could control something that resembled a divine weapon, and it even knew Jiang Wei, calling her "Your Highness."

Jiang Wei paused in her sucking of the candy, a barely perceptible glint of cold light flashing in her clear pupils.

She paused for a few seconds, seemingly organizing her thoughts, before slowly speaking in her soft, calm childlike voice:
"The Time Eclipse Witch".

"Among the ghosts of fate, it is considered a bloodline of a certain rank."

Fang Qingyu's eyes narrowed: "A first-class bloodline?"

“Hmm.” Jiang Wei nodded, her little feet unconsciously grinding a small piece of charred bark on the ground. “When each of them is born, they inherit a trace of the projection of the ‘Entropy of Time’.”

"Projection?" Fang Qingyu keenly caught this key word.

“Just like you saw, the power she used to slow down time and freeze people,” Jiang Wei explained. “That’s not the power of the real book, but a trace of projection power that comes from her bloodline.”

"So that book is fake?"

Fang Qingyu recalled the ancient book that had crumbled and disappeared.

“It can’t be considered fake either.” Jiang Wei tilted her head slightly, as if searching for the right words. “The power of that projection is enough for her to manifest a ‘shadow’ of a book called ‘Entropy of Time’ and to use some superficial spacetime power. But this power is bound to her bloodline.”

She paused, then looked at Fang Qingyu earnestly: "This wisp of projection power cannot be taken away by outsiders. As long as the witch dies, the projection will dissipate, just like it did just now."

Fang Qingyu suddenly realized: "I see. So that's why you said we absolutely can't let her go? Because she knows you?"

Jiang Wei nodded vigorously, a hint of seriousness flashing in her clear eyes: "Yes. If she gets away, relay the news of my presence here to the Ghost of Fate."

She didn't finish speaking, but Fang Qingyu already understood the consequences.

Wherever Jiang Wei is, there will never be peace!

Countless life-destroying demons, like the Time Eclipse Witch or even stronger, will surge forward like sharks that have smelled blood.

All for the sake of capturing her, this "princess".

Fang Qingyu felt a heavy weight in his heart.

After a moment of silence, digesting this astonishing information, he asked the most crucial question:
"So, 'Entropy of Time' is a divine weapon?"

He stared intently into Jiang Wei's eyes. The power displayed in that book was far too bizarre and overwhelming, far exceeding the capabilities of ordinary spirits.

As Jiang Wei listened, she frowned slightly, revealing a thoughtful expression.

The little hand unconsciously squeezed the plastic stick of the lollipop.

“Uncertain.” She shook her head, her voice carrying a rare hint of confusion. “Unless I see the real body… but this guess seems to have been… rejected before.”

"It was rejected?" Fang Qingyu pressed. "Rejected by whom?"

Jiang Wei did not answer the question, but continued in a low voice, "It is said to be...bloodline inheritance."

Bloodline inheritance?
Fang Qingyu frowned even more deeply.

What kind of bloodline can be born with a trace of the power to manipulate space and time?

This is simply unbelievable.

What is the source of the bloodline of the Fate Demon?
Looking at Jiang Wei's confused little face, he was filled with doubts.

A veto? By whom was it vetoed?
The fog is thick.

Fang Qingyu shook his head, temporarily suppressing the question.

Then I thought of another crucial point, which was also the reason why Jiang Wei was so eager to keep the Time Eclipse Witch.

He turned his head, his gaze falling on Jiang Wei's expressionless face, his voice unconsciously lowering, carrying a hint of inquiry:
"You've reincarnated so many times," Fang Qingyu carefully chose his words, "is it because you've been constantly hunted down by these ghostly spirits?"

He recalled Jiang Wei's occasional expressions of disgust towards certain high-level spirits, as well as her almost instinctive, deadly reaction to the Time Eclipse Witch this time.

Jiang Wei stopped sucking on the candy completely.

The small body seemed to stiffen for a moment.

She lowered her head, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyelids, making it impossible to see the emotions in her eyes.

After several seconds, she nodded very slightly.

"Yes." The voice was very soft, almost carried away by the wind. "Mostly."

Jiang Wei abruptly stopped sucking on the candy.

Her small hands, which were wrapped around her knees, tightened slightly, and her small body seemed to stiffen for a moment.

She slowly raised her head, her clear, molten gold eyes looking at Fang Qingyu. In those usually calm and unwavering eyes, Fang Qingyu's concerned face was clearly reflected, and a trace of extremely complex emotion seemed to have passed through them.

She looked at him for a few seconds, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly like butterfly wings.

Then, slowly, very slowly, she lowered her head.

She rested her small chin back on her knees, her gaze falling on the scorched earth beneath her feet.

Just when Fang Qingyu thought she wouldn't answer, or would nod in agreement.

She nodded very slightly.

"Yes." The voice was very soft, almost carried away by the wind. "Mostly."

Most of them are?

Fang Qingyu keenly grasped this key word.

"And some of them are...unexpected accidents?" he pressed.

An “accident” that allows a seemingly ancient being to be reincarnated repeatedly is by no means ordinary.

Jiang Wei kept her head down, looking at the tips of her little leather shoes that were stained with a little burnt ash.

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Then, two light, airy words were clearly uttered from between her small lips:
"God."

(End of this chapter)