My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 129 This place is so beautiful, it's perfect for burial.

It was just a routine dragon god worship ceremony, but first a giant aquatic creature resembling the dragon god appeared, followed by two "immortals" flying high in the sky, fighting freely!
What good day is today?

Third Uncle blinked his somewhat cloudy old eyes, feeling that he had never seen such a magnificent scene in his life.

"The dragon god treads the river, and immortals descend to earth!"

At this moment, many fishermen knelt on the ground, their heads pressed against the slippery ground, praying.

After thinking for a moment, Third Uncle also knelt down, but while kneeling, he kept an eye on the scene in the distant sky.

The river surged and roared, creating countless sprays of water. After their twin swords had crossed and separated, Huang Tian and Xiahou Yang collided once again like two shooting stars.

A sun several dozen feet in size appeared in mid-air, and a huge shockwave poured out like mountains and seas, stopping the flowing clouds and making the waves rise even higher!
Not far away, beneath the surging river, a massive black creature lurked the two like a predator eyeing its prey. It had a python-like head with a pair of short horns on its head, vertical pupils in its eyes, and a body covered in jet-black scales, with four claws under its belly. It looked extremely ferocious.

"Pfft~"

Suddenly, a spray of blood fell from the sky.

However, Xiahou Yang's right shoulder was swept by the frost-white ribbon, revealing his bare white bones. The flesh and blood from his shoulder fell into the long river.

As soon as the flesh and blood, containing immense life essence, fell into the water, it immediately attracted thousands of fish to fight over it. The black dragon flicked its long tail and rushed over like an arrow, opening its blood-red maw and swallowing hundreds of fish along with the flesh and blood.

"Woo~"

With a satisfied groan, the black dragon looked up at the two people above it, its vertical pupils filled with greed and desire.

In the sky, Xiahou Yang grunted and retreated rapidly, his face showing shock and anger.

"My master told me that I had almost reached the pinnacle of the first-grade realm, and that no one could rival me when a celestial being appeared. How could I have been injured first in our fight today?!"
Moreover, when I left Lan Kingdom, the Holy Sect's intelligence stated that he was a fourth-rank cultivator. Now, he has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, clearly having entered the Grandmaster realm. Has he been concealing his strength all along...?

With a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind, a flash of silver light once again slashed through the sky. Xiahou Yang blocked it with his sword, but was forced back by the impact, his blood and qi surging within him, and his face turned pale.

And just as his injury subsided slightly and his breathing became slightly sluggish.

"Moo!"

A sound that resembled both the bellow of a cow and the roar of a dragon came from below, and the river water directly below him burst open with a roar.

A gigantic, grotesque head covered in jet-black scales suddenly emerged, its house-sized maw opening to reveal menacing fangs. It whipped up a foul-smelling gust of wind and, like a bolt of black lightning, lunged at the wounded Xiahou Yang.

The black dragon arrived with extreme speed and ferocity!
Just as it was about to engulf half of his body, at this critical moment, Xiahou Yang's eyes showed not fear, but rather deep anger.

"The beast is looking for death!"

With a loud shout, Xiahou Yang spread his fingers into a claw with his left hand, which was not holding a knife. Dark red and scorching true energy instantly enveloped his entire palm, as if it were carrying molten lava. He then thrust forward at the black dragon with lightning speed!
"puff!"

With a muffled thud, his claws pierced through the foul wind stirred up by the evil dragon's attack and precisely pierced into the hard scales on the dragon's head!
"Boom!"

Like a giant choking a divine elephant, the black dragon's overwhelming power was actually stopped by a single claw under Xiahou Yang's surging strength!

The immense inertia caused the evil dragon's hindquarters to swing and thrash violently, creating turbid waves, but its mountain-like head was forcibly held in mid-air by Xiahou Yang with one hand.

"Roar!"

It roared in fury and twisted its body frantically, trying to break free, but Xiahou Yang would not give it that chance.

Almost at the same time he pressed down on the dragon's head with his left hand, he swung his dark red longsword in his right hand, bringing with it a surge of true energy, and slammed it heavily onto the black dragon's head.

"Pfft!"

The hard scales were split open, revealing a huge, deep wound that exposed bone, from which crimson dragon blood gushed out like a waterfall.

The black dragon let out a painful roar and struggled even more fiercely.

Just now.

A sudden flash of frosty white, cold light illuminated the world.

The blade flashed like a rainbow, traversing the sky and striking the black dragon's neck.

"laugh!"

As the blade flashed, the black dragon's enormous head separated from its massive body in an instant, and scalding blood gushed out.

The enormous dragon's head was still held in the air by Xiahou Yang's left hand, and his violent vertical pupils still held an expression of disbelief. The headless dragon's body convulsed and twisted violently in the air for a few moments before crashing down into the river below, splashing up towering waves!
The glistening blood quickly turned a section of the river crimson, and countless fish and shrimp swarmed toward the severed corpse, some drinking the blood, others devouring the flesh and blood of the black dragon. In an instant, tens of thousands of fish and shrimp accumulated around the severed corpse.

"Grandpa Dragon God is dead?!" More than a hundred fishermen on the riverbank stared in disbelief.

That dragon, several dozen feet long and as big as a small mountain, was killed by those two "immortals" in just a few moves?!
Third Uncle was also extremely shocked, but he was quick-witted and said, "That wasn't a dragon god, it was a water demon that wreaked havoc on the river and ate people! The immortals hated its cruelty and harm to people, so they killed it! Now that it's dead, we'll be safe when we go out on the boat!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd was skeptical. A young man asked, "Then, Third Uncle, which of the two immortals fighting is the better one?"

Third Uncle was stunned. Both "immortals" had slain the dragon; logically, they must be good people, yet they had fought their way here...

After a moment of stunned silence, the third uncle glared at the young man and said, "Don't worry about which side is good or bad, just know that the water demon is evil!"

"Oh, oh!" The young man shrank his neck and muttered a few words under his breath, it was unclear what he was saying.

At that moment, high in the sky, Xiahou Yang tossed the enormous dragon head into the river, his gaze meeting Huang Tian's from afar. "I thought you would take this opportunity to ambush me."

Huang Tian chuckled lightly, "Why would I need the power of a dragon to kill you?"

Xiahou Yang, however, did not become angry upon hearing this. He nodded slowly, his fighting spirit growing stronger, and said in a resounding voice, "Again!"

An unnatural flush suddenly appeared on his face, as if he had used some secret technique. His true energy surged up like flames, and dark red flames enveloped his entire body, making him look like a fire god!

"Qiang!"

He lightly stepped through the air, twisted his body, gripped the sword with both hands, raised it above his head, and then slashed down fiercely!

Above the sky, the crimson light of the blade, like a world-destroying celestial fire, swept across a hundred feet. Wherever the blade passed, the wide river below immediately boiled violently, billowing white steam rose into the sky, and countless fish and shrimp that had been scrambling to devour the dragon's corpse floated to the surface belly up, having been cooked directly!
Faced with this devastating attack, Huang Tian's expression became slightly more serious. He exhaled softly, and his internal energy exploded under the guidance of his will, his entire body radiating a crystal-clear, jade-like light. This was... the "glory" of the Withering and Flourishing Technique, capable of unleashing the body's internal energy and true qi in a short period of time.

All the surging true energy was poured into the Snow Frost Blade, and the blade's clear radiance was restrained to the extreme, becoming incomparably crystal clear, and an ultimate sharpness soared into the sky!

He held the knife in both hands, his twelve major tendons taut, his spine arched like a dragon, his muscles bulging, and his veins bulging like dragons and snakes rising from the land. Facing the raging fire, he slashed down with his knife!

This strike was no longer a sword aura hundreds of feet long, but a slender, frost-white blade that seemed capable of cleaving the heavens and the earth!
With a single slash, the celestial fire that blotted out the sky was easily sliced ​​apart. The blazing flames exploded in mid-air, and the frost-white blade light, carrying its remaining force, swept past Xiahou Yang's left shoulder under his horrified gaze. His left arm flew off with a thud, spraying blood and water, and fell into the rolling river.

Before the excruciating pain fully took hold, his survival instinct kicked in, and he used the remaining power of the secret technique to transform into a streak of blood-red light, fleeing desperately towards the mountains beyond the river!

Without hesitation, Huang Tian grabbed his knife and stomped his right foot heavily in the air, creating visible ripples. Then, with a bang, a huge white wave of energy exploded, and he soared through the sky, chasing after the enemy.

"Third Uncle, that purple-robed immortal has been defeated!" a young man exclaimed from the riverbank.

Third Uncle leaned on his wooden cane, gazing into the distance. "I saw it, and I know it now. That young immortal is good, and that one in purple robes is bad. Otherwise, how could he have lost?"

"Yes, yes, good will always triumph over evil! The young immortal must have come to slay the evil dragon and eliminate the great demon!" someone echoed.

Someone else spoke up, "Third Uncle, next year when we hold our ancestral worship ceremony, will we still worship the Dragon God? Or should we worship that immortal?"

"Yes, we've never met the Dragon God, but we've met the immortal today."

After listening to the men's words, the Third Uncle pondered for a moment, then gently pressed his wooden cane into the soil twice. "We still need to worship the Dragon God, but we can't neglect the immortals either. Let's discuss it and erect a statue for the immortals, and hold two grand ceremonies every year. What do you think?"

"it is good!"

"I think it's a good idea."

"..."

Just as they were discussing erecting a statue of Huang Tian, ​​two beams of light swept across the mountains and rivers, one after the other, covering a distance of more than a hundred miles, startling countless people along the way who looked up in awe.

Finally, the crimson light in front of them fell into a large mountain.

With a loud bang, dust billowed up in the mountains, revealing Xiahou Yang's figure.

He stood atop a small hill, holding a knife in one hand, his gaze fixed on the approaching yellow sky. His expression was no longer panicked, but rather exceptionally serene.

Hehe~

Amidst the violent tremors, the yellow sky descended upon him.

The two stood facing each other, about ten feet apart. For them, this distance was easily crossed with a single step, like blades touching blades.

Looking up at the yellow sky, Xiahou Yang smiled faintly, "When I lost my arm just now, I was indeed afraid and fled for my life in a panic. Halfway through the escape, I suddenly didn't want to run anymore. I couldn't escape anyway, so I might as well find a better place to be buried, at least my body won't be eaten by fish and shrimp."

He pointed his sword in all directions and said, “Look, this place is quiet and beautiful, suitable for burying my body.”

But in the mountains, in late autumn, all the trees grow, their branches and leaves golden and layered, and waves of red and yellow grass stretch to the horizon. When the mountain wind blows, hundreds of fallen leaves flutter and dance like colorful butterflies, and the flowers and grasses all over the mountains undulate with the wind, spreading out layers of soft waves.

Huang Tian nodded slightly, "This place is indeed very beautiful."

Xiahou Yang raised his sword and said, "If you kill me, you can cut off my head, and you can bury my body in this mountain."

"it is good."

As soon as he finished speaking, two blades, one crimson and one frosty white, faced each other. There was no loud explosion, just a soft "poof".

The crimson light vanished, and the frosty white blade continued its forward motion, slashing diagonally across Xiahou Yang's neck.

"Wow~"

The gushing hot blood shot into the sky, and Xiahou Yang's head, which had been thrown into the air, spun several times before finally rolling to the ground with a thud, leaving a faint sense of relief in his eyes.

Blood splattered all over the ground, creating a striking contrast with the deep red and orange mountain scenery.

Huang Tian stepped forward and came to Xiahou Yang's headless corpse. With a slash of his knife, he cut a section of the purple robe. Then, with a flick of his palm, the head that had rolled down from a short distance flew into the cut purple robe and wrapped up inside.

With a burst of true energy from his hand, the thick, pungent smell of blood ceased to emanate.

Holding the small bundle containing the human head in his hand, Huang Tian stomped his foot, and the ground immediately cracked open, creating a ravine several feet wide and ten feet deep.

With a flick of his sleeve, a strong wind arose, and Xiahou Yang's corpse was blown up and fell into the ditch. With another stomp on the ground, he poured in his true energy, and the ditch closed up instantly, making it impossible to tell that there was another person buried there.

"But I don't know where this is?"

Carrying the bundle of human heads, Huang Tian stood on the mountaintop, gazing in all directions. Suddenly, a long neigh rang out. He looked closely and saw a dragon horse panting heavily as it galloped rapidly toward him along a mountain path in the distance.

"Good horse! Good horse!"

Huang Tian laughed heartily, never expecting that the Jiao Ma would follow them all the way. You see, they fought along the river and then Xiahou Yang fled into the mountains to escape, covering a distance of several hundred miles. Although the Jiao Ma had great endurance, it must have been running at full speed to catch up with the two of them, otherwise it would have been unable to keep up long ago.

"Boom!"

Soaring into the air, Huang Tian created a white wave of energy that stretched across the sky, and within a few dozen breaths, he arrived at the mountain path and stood beside the dragon horse.

"Neigh~ Neigh~" The dragon horse saw it and happily raised its hooves and neighed, but it was too tired from running all the way, and after neighing twice, it had no strength left and was panting heavily.

Huang Tian raised his hand and stroked its big head, gently channeling his true energy into it. The dragon horse's spirits lifted, and its strength was restored considerably, though it was still somewhat mentally exhausted.

It gently nudged Huang Tian's arm, and the latter understood, mounted his horse, hung the bundle containing Xiahou Yang's head on the side of the horse, and then said, "No rush, take it slow, I also need to recuperate."

Xiahou Yang's skills are absolutely unquestionable. He is almost at the end of the first-grade grandmaster realm. Huang Tian had exhausted a lot of his true energy in the battle with him and needed to recuperate.

"Let's walk out along the mountain path..."

Huang Tian gently patted the dragon horse's head, then entered a meditative state, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

(End of this chapter)