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Chapter 361 The God Emerging from the Moonlight!!

But at this moment, the man in black robes was unable to speak.

He was barely clinging to life.

And it was right when this scene was about to happen.

The eight Divine Bone Martial Saints moved.

It charged forward, carrying a viscous black liquid powerful enough to devour light.

Fang Qingyu's expression was as calm as a deep pool. He slowly raised his right fist, which was covered with star-like tribulation crystals, and closed his five fingers together.

"Celestial Patrol. Shattered Star!"

With a single punch, starlight exploded.

The crimson space was like being thrown into a freezing hell under the blazing sun.

The surging black liquid instantly lost all its activity, turning into murky raindrops that fell in a rustling sound.

The eight demonic figures were violently blasted away by the immense force.

Yan Lin's figure suddenly appeared ten meters away, her eyes behind the silver mask displaying a complex and indescribable expression.

"That punch... you really left me far behind."

She muttered to herself, her tone tinged with self-mockery.

Fang Qingyu looked at her: "Where is she?"

Yan Lin rolled her eyes in annoyance: "Don't worry! It's been handed over to your four good brothers intact! What, are you afraid I'll pocket it?"

Fang Qingyu coughed lightly: "Just asking casually."

From the beginning.

Fang Qingyu's goal was not only to destroy the Heavenly Punishment Society.

And then there's Chen Wudi himself.

The "Fang Qingyu" who broke down the door was the real person.

But upon entering this crimson space, the figure was frozen in blood-red light.

But it had already been replaced by Yan Lin's illusion.

Mandala.

Behind the name Yan Lin.

It is a terrifying talent capable of distorting visual perception and creating illusions that are indistinguishable from reality.

What covered her face was never a physical mask, but an illusionary projection that could be changed at any time and was enough to fool even a peak third-tier expert.

It is this ability.

This made her a top-level spy in the federal intelligence network, codenamed Mandala.

Yan Lin replaced Fang Qingyu in the Crimson Space.

The only task is to replace the real Chen Wudi.

The surveillance footage showed that withered figure still nailed to the cross.

It was nothing more than an illusion she had carefully maintained.

The real Chen Wudi has been secretly moved.

It was handed over to Haozi, Lao Qin, and the other three.

Fang Qingyu stopped looking at the black-robed corpse at the bottom of the pit, whose head he had crushed with one foot.

Chen Yuanshan's grandson.

Chen Wudi's son.

The last leader of the Wild Bone Gang.

He turned around and walked side by side with Yan Lin toward the outline of the huge cross deep in the crimson space.

The viscous, blood-red mist surged and retreated around their feet as if it had a life of its own.

soon.

The hunched, busy figure under the cross became clearer.

Chen Yuanshan's withered fingers trembled as he repeatedly stroked the rough, cold surface of the cross, muttering incantations in a hoarse, rapid voice filled with an almost manic confusion: "Why...why can't I sense it? The blood offering is sufficient, so why is there no response from the altar?!"

Fang Qingyu stopped ten meters away from him, his calm voice piercing through the blood-red: "Old Commander, why don't you... take a look at your precious son?"

The sound exploded in Chen Yuanshan's ears.

He suddenly looked up, and his cloudy old eyes instantly flashed with a terrifying light.

His hunched body burst forth with a speed completely out of character for his advanced age.

It vanished from the spot like a ghost, and the next second it was hovering in the air.

It was level with Chen Wudi's head on the cross.

He stretched out his hand, covered in age spots, and with a slight tremor, slowly stroked his son's gaunt cheek.

The fingertips pierced through the withered flesh without any resistance.

It did not touch any entity.

Only a fleeting ripple of light and shadow spread across my fingertips.

It penetrated.

Chen Yuanshan froze in mid-air.

The outstretched hand froze, suspended in the light and shadow.

It was as if all the supporting strength had been instantly drained away.

It drooped down limply.

He slowly floated back to the ground, his back to Fang Qingyu and Yan Lin. His shoulders seemed even more hunched, as if he had aged decades in an instant.

A desolate sigh echoed faintly in the deathly silent, blood-red space:

"What a pity."

He slowly turned around, all the madness, confusion, and anger on his face vanished without a trace.

All that remained was a calm, still atmosphere.

Those cloudy eyes calmly looked at Fang Qingyu and Yan Lin.

"It seems," Chen Yuanshan's voice was unusually calm, without a trace of defeat, "that I underestimated Captain Fang. I never expected," he turned his gaze to Yan Lin, "that Captain Fang had such a capable and extraordinary person hidden by his side."

But Fang Qingyu looked at Chen Yuanshan's excessively calm demeanor.

I felt no relief whatsoever.

Instead, his brows furrowed deeply.

Something is wrong.

Chen Wudi is the core of Chen Yuanshan's plan.

It is the ultimate vessel into which he poured decades of effort and was willing to sacrifice everything to create a god; it is his greatest trump card and reliance in fighting against himself.

How can he remain so calm when this card has been completely undermined?
A strong sense of unease gradually welled up in Fang Qingyu's heart.

Chen Yuanshan seemed to see through the doubts churning in Fang Qingyu's heart, and a strange smile slowly spread across his wrinkled old face.

He stopped looking at Fang Qingyu and slowly looked out from under the lining of his scarlet robe.

He carefully took something out.

It was a bead the size of a pigeon egg, perfectly round, radiating an eerie dark red light.

Inside the bead, it seemed as if viscous blood was slowly flowing and swirling.

Chen Yuanshan held the blood bead in his palm as if admiring a perfect work of art.

His eyes were filled with a morbid obsession and satisfaction.

He looked up and met the surprised and uncertain gazes of Fang Qingyu and Yan Lin.

The strange curve of his mouth widened further, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"Thank goodness," he said, as if talking to himself, yet also as if showing off to his opponent, "yesterday, I extracted the divine blood source core that had condensed within my son's body ahead of schedule."

His gaze swept across Fang Qingyu and Yan Lin's faces, carrying a cruel, mocking tone, like a cat toying with mice.

"You can't be so naive as to think..."

"The god I will create with everything I have."

"Is it really my good-for-nothing son?!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu's pupils contracted sharply.

Before Chen Yuanshan could finish speaking...

His body had transformed into a dazzling starlight that tore through space.

His right hand, covered in star-like crystals, reached straight for the eerie blood bead in Chen Yuanshan's palm.

"late."

The cruel mockery on Chen Yuanshan's face instantly turned into a sinister grin.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and shoved the glowing red divine blood core into his wide-open mouth.

Gudong!

His Adam's apple bobbed violently as he swallowed the blood bead whole.

Rumbling--

The entire crimson space seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand.

Suddenly it began to shake and tremble violently.

When Fang Qingyu's claw, imbued with the immense power of a stellar skeleton, was only half an inch away from Chen Yuanshan's throat, a terrifying wave suddenly erupted from within Chen Yuanshan's seemingly withered body.

hum-

The invisible crimson shockwave was like a tangible tsunami.

Centered on Chen Yuanshan, it exploded in a ring shape.

Fang Qingyu's expression changed slightly, and his arms, covered with star-like tribulation crystals, instantly crossed in front of him to protect himself.

boom! ! !
With a dull, heart-pounding thud, Fang Qingyu felt an unimaginable force slam into his arms, as if he had been hit head-on by a high-speed train.

He was actually pushed backward by the shockwave of the explosion.

His feet plowed two deep furrows into the blood-red ground. The star-shaped crystals rubbed violently against the ground, sparking dazzling sparks. He slid back more than a hundred meters before barely managing to regain his footing.

At this moment, the entire land below was covered in blood.

Like a grassland suddenly set ablaze, it burst into a blinding crimson light.

Countless thick, crimson beams of light, as thick as pythons, shot into the sky from the cracks in the ground.

They surged wildly toward Chen Yuanshan, who was suspended in mid-air and undergoing a terrifying transformation.

at the same time--

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
A sharp, piercing sound rang out!
The eight Divine Bone Martial Saints, who had been blasted away by Fang Qingyu's punch and scattered throughout the crimson space, regrouped at an astonishing speed.

They carried the black-robed corpse whose head had been crushed by Fang Qingyu.

The mutilated body of Chen Yuanshan's grandson.

Like an offering, it flew with incredible speed to Chen Yuanshan, who was devouring the blood light and whose aura was rising steadily.

Chen Yuanshan was suspended in the center of the towering blood-red light, surrounded by eight divine bones as if they were guarding deities.

He glanced down at his grandson's mangled, gruesome corpse.

That old face, illuminated by the scarlet light, looked like a demon.

There was not a trace of sadness.

Instead, it reveals a chilling sense of cherishing and satisfaction.

His withered fingers gently brushed across his grandson's broken cheeks.

It was as if he were caressing a rare treasure.

After doing all this, he slowly raised his head. His eyes, which had completely transformed into two rotating blood moons, pierced through the churning blood mist and coldly locked onto Fang Qingyu and Yan Lin.

A hoarse, distorted tone, like countless voices superimposed together—an inhuman voice.

It rang out clearly amidst the deafening roar of the space, carrying a chilling malice:

"Everyone."

Thank you.

"You've cleared away this last, unsightly obstacle for me!"

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yuanshan suddenly reached out and grabbed his grandson's corpse by the shoulder.

hum!
A violent, distorted wave.

The bodies of Chen Yuanshan and his grandson vanished instantly.

All that remained was a crimson pillar of light gushing wildly from the spot.

And those eight Divine Bone Martial Saints who were firmly locking onto Fang Qingyu and Yan Lin.

Fang Qingyu had just regained his footing when he saw this scene.

His brows suddenly furrowed.

He then looked at Yan Lin and said, "The bloody light hasn't disappeared; it should still be nearby."

Just as the two were about to go find Chen Yuanshan.

Shh. Shh. Shh.
The sound of footsteps that sent chills down your spine.

Like a tidal wave, it resounded from all directions of the crimson space.

The thick blood mist was parted, and one after another, group after group of black-robed figures silently emerged.

They were like an army of undead crawling out from the deepest depths of hell. Endless, densely packed, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Their steps were stiff, and their empty, gray eyes were fixed on Fang Qingyu and Yan Lin, who were surrounded in the center.

Zombie Horde!

Everything that comes into view, from front to back, left to right, up to down, and in all directions.

All they were were writhing human heads and empty eye sockets!
Eight Divine Bone Martial Saints stood like reefs in front of the horde of corpses.

Fang Qingyu witnessed this scene.
I couldn't help but sigh softly; I had been careless.

To my utter surprise, the god Chen Yuanshan wanted to create was actually myself.
Moreover, although we don't know what methods that pervert used, the key issue is that it's not just Chen Wudi alone.

He even regarded his grandson as the key to his godhood.

This kind of beast is truly one of a kind.

This meant that Fang Qingyu and Yan Lin genuinely hadn't considered this point.

Who would have thought that an old man would use his son and grandson as stepping stones to forge his path to godhood?
Thinking of this, Fang Qingyu shook his head helplessly.

He turned to Yan Lin and asked, "Are you capable of leaving?!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Lin, who had just recovered from her shock, looked at Fang Qingyu and shook her head.

It's obvious that for her
The pressure from these eight Divine Bone Martial Saints and the zombie horde was still too great for her.

Fang Qingyu heard this.

We can only take Yan Lin away first, and then go find the old man.

But just then
"Captain Fang!!!"

An aged yet powerful roar suddenly erupted from the direction of the entrance to the crimson space.

Immediately following was a deafening roar of battle cries.

"kill--!!!"

Rumble.

The heavy footsteps, like muffled thunder, instantly drowned out the rustling of the zombie horde.

All that could be seen was the enormous entrance to the crimson space.

A deep blue tide surged in wildly.

The person in charge.

It was that old ghost from the Lingxiao Society.

At this moment, his hair and beard stood on end, and his face showed no trace of flattery or fear, only a resolute determination that was almost tragic.

The ancient bronze longsword in his hand emitted a sharp, cyan sword aura, its tip pointing directly at the horde of corpses ahead.

behind him.

There were four or five hundred elite members of the Lingxiao Society dressed in uniform dark blue outfits.

Everyone had sharp, piercing eyes and a powerful, imposing aura; they were all experts at the peak of the second tier or above.

There were no fewer than dozens of auras of third-tier Martial Saints among them.

They formed a wedge formation and, with unstoppable momentum, plunged fiercely into the horde of corpses on their flank.

Puff! Puff! Snap!

The sounds of swords piercing flesh and bones shattering rang out rapidly in an instant.

Caught off guard, the flank of the zombie horde was suddenly torn open with a huge gap.

Filthy black blood and broken limbs splattered everywhere.

Ghost Elder took the lead, and wherever his sword energy passed, ordinary corpse puppets fell down like grass.

As he charged forward with all his might, his anxious gaze swept across the entire scene. When he saw Fang Qingyu and Yan Lin, who were heavily surrounded by the zombie horde and the Divine Bone Martial Saint, his eyes blazed with wild joy, and he roared once more:

"Captain Fang!!! The entire Lingxiao Society has come to assist you in destroying the Heavenly Punishment Society! We are ready to die for you!!!"

This unexpected influx of new forces.

It was like throwing a red-hot iron into a dying ember.

Fang Qingyu turned around abruptly and saw the imposing and fiercely charging Ghost Elder and the elite members of the Lingxiao Society. A look of astonishment and deep doubt flashed across his eyes.

He remembered that he hadn't asked anyone from Lingxiao Society to help him.

Why would this old devil so willingly bring his elite troops to help him?!

This doesn't seem like the style of the Lingxiao Society.

Gui Lao didn't seem to care whether Fang Qingyu responded to him or not.

They were simply constantly fighting against hordes of zombies.

Fang Qingyu's expression grew even stranger upon seeing this.

However, now is clearly not the time for such things.

The primary objective now is to find Chen Yuanshan and his grandson.

Therefore, the next second.

Fang Qingyu appeared beside the old ghost.

Pointing to Yan Lin in the distance, he said, "You guys protect her. Just stay here and wait for the others to arrive. There's no need to kill these corpses."

The old ghost, who was engaged in a fierce battle, was taken aback upon hearing this, but then immediately agreed.

"Follow me!!!"

He abruptly turned his sword, roaring at the elite troops behind him, "Change formation! Form a circular defensive formation! Protect that lady! Fight to the death!!!"

"Fight to the death, never retreat!!!"

Hundreds of Lingxiao Society elites roared in unison, the sound waves causing the crimson space to hum.

They instantly abandoned their attack, tightened their formation, and stacked themselves up in layers.

A ring of defenses was erected around Yan Lin, effectively blocking the horde of zombies that rushed in.

The old man himself held a bronze ancient sword and stood firmly a few steps in front of Yan Lin like a door god.

The sword energy surged forth, annihilating any powerful corpse puppets that attempted to break through the defenses.

He stared intently at the Divine Bone Martial Saint and the horde of corpses ahead.

A kind of fanatical loyalty, almost like martyrdom, burned in his cloudy old eyes.

And Yan Lin at this moment.

When we knew there was support available.

Her mind was no longer on this.

Instead, he fell into deep thought.

What is the connection between Chen Yuanshan's ascension to godhood and his son and grandson?

Why must the bodies of his immediate family members be used?
She was pondering this question.

At this moment, Fang Qingyu's figure had already left a blurry starlight trail in the blood-red space.

They sped at extreme speed, heading towards the location of the cross.

Any corpse puppet that attempts to jump and obstruct.

Upon contact with that layer of flowing starlight, it was instantly shattered into dust.

However, just as Fang Qingyu was about to approach the hazy, enormous cross...
hum!
The space in front of us seemed to freeze.

An invisible barrier suddenly appeared.

Like transparent tempered glass, it forcefully blocked his path.

Fang Qingyu stopped abruptly, his fist, covered in star-like tribulation crystals, slammed hard against the barrier.

Boom! ! !
The dull, loud noise was like the tolling of a giant bell.

The barrier fluctuated violently, and ripples spread wildly, but it did not shatter.

Fang Qingyu's eyes sharpened as he scanned the left and right sides where the barrier had appeared.

rustle.
The thick blood mist was dispersed by the powerful aura.

Seven figures emerged from the left.

Seven more figures emerged from the right side.

There were fourteen people in total.

They were no longer the corpse puppets dressed in uniform black robes.

Instead, they wore all sorts of tattered clothes.

There were well-tailored suits stained with blood, fragments of dark purple combat uniforms, and even a purple robe embroidered with runes.
They revealed their true forms.

Every face was deathly pale, with empty, gray eyes and a faint bluish-gray tinge beneath their skin.

But even so.

It also cannot conceal the aura of authority and unparalleled power they possessed during their lifetimes.

And their heads
All of them held the same third-tier title.

He's either a martial saint or an apostle.

The man on the left is the leader, tall and with a resolute face. Even in death, the air of authority that once held sway over him remains.

Fang Qingyu recognized him at a glance.

Former president of the Bauhinia Society.

Xue Zhenyue.

He was a peak third-tier martial saint, previously ranked first among the top ten martial saints of the City of Injustice.

There were six people behind him, both men and women.

There was Zhao Shanhe, the former vice president of the Bauhinia Society, and the heads of other halls.

Fang Qingyu had heard Yan Lin briefly mention these people before.

The seven people on the right are dressed in different styles.
Its aura was equally magnificent and vast.

Both are third-order.

And the people among them were quite pleasantly surprised.

It was none other than the core leader of one of the six major forces who participated in the secret meeting at the Crown of Night and was ultimately forced by Fang Qingyu with the list.

And two other powerful individuals whose identities are unknown.

They were all at the peak of the third tier.

Fourteen powerful individuals, each strong enough to rule over the City of Injustice.

At this moment, however, they were being controlled by Chen Yuanshan using his secret corpse-driving technique.

They're blocking the way here.

Fourteen pairs of empty, grayish-white eyes were all fixed on Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu looked at the faces of the Zijing Society members.
The voice deepened, yet it rang out clearly amidst the oppressive stillness.

"Everyone, I apologize."

"I failed to let you leave this unjust place alive."

"Now."

As he spoke, Fang Qingyu slowly straightened his spine.

The dark red, almost black crystal covering his entire body suddenly burst forth with unprecedentedly brilliant starlight.

Countless tiny silver specks of light swirled wildly at an unprecedented speed.

Like a boiling galaxy!
"Now, let me see you off on your final journey."

"Relieve yourself."

The moment the words fell.

Fang Qingyu's eyes completely transformed into two rotating galaxies.

He suddenly clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

"Star skeleton!!!"

Boom——

A dazzling starlight, indescribable in its brilliance, erupted from Fang Qingyu's center.
The surging galaxy instantly shattered the invisible barrier in front of it.
It brutally tore through the viscous blood mist.
The entire vast, crimson underground space was completely illuminated.

At the heart of this all-encompassing torrent of starlight.

Fang Qingyu's appearance has undergone earth-shattering changes.

The crystal covering his entire body transformed into a deep, dark background, like the curtain of the universe.

Above this darkness, countless glittering silver stars slowly flowed along mysterious trajectories, their light flickering and outlining intricate and sacred star patterns.

Fang Qingyu seemed to have grown a bit taller.

It became more upright and slender, full of a kind of inhuman harmony and perfection.

And on both sides of the forehead.

Two crystalline horns, shimmering with starlight, pierced the void and grew proudly.

Like a slumbering deity awakening from the depths of the cosmos.

Starlight instantly enveloped the surrounding area.

this moment.

Fang Qingyu looked like a god who had just emerged from the moonlight!

(End of this chapter)