Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Hao Tianqiong volunteered: "Let me take the first match. My divine demeanor should leave a deep impression on them!"

"Although the Heavenly Lord possesses unparalleled abilities, he is also a familiar opponent to them. Please do not underestimate him."

"Hmph! Only Rahu and Emperor Tathagata are worthy of my attention; the others are nothing but ants in the eyes of gods."

The Last Days Holy Prophecy has recently gained momentum, and the number of people accusing Tianqiong of escalating again.

Of the powerful figures who were once invited to the Five Directions Summit, the Demon Prince and the Demon Queen are dead, Emperor Tathagata has disappeared, Rahu remains neutral, and Su Huanzhen has no intention of interfering. No one in the world can rival them.

Moreover, apart from Yu Shenfeng's Shui Xian, whom he was somewhat wary of, Hao Tianqiong scoffed at the rest of the list of people on Sheng Fang's list.

Although he was participating as an outsider for Tianyan Demon City and seemed to be of lower status, Hao Tianqiong had his own plans. He wanted to use the power of the Demon City to weaken the Saint Fang experts, and ideally, make both the Saints and the Demons suffer heavy losses.

Hao Tianqiong and Su Xianqing have agreed that the day the Great Desolate Divine Technique is completed will be the day the End Times Holy Transmission annihilates Tianyan Demon City and Yuesheng Mingluan.

In a flash of light, Hao Tianqiong had already disappeared from the waiting area.

Seeing Hao Tianqiong's arrogant attitude, everyone was somewhat displeased.

The Holy Infant Lord roared fiercely, "What Heavenly Lord, what God! I think he's a short-lived wretch!"

Si Ming frowned: "He's a traitor, why did the Demon Lord invite him here?"

He Hua Chanti said calmly, "Trust those you employ, and don't employ those you don't trust."

Inside the waiting area, the projection of the Taihuang Divine Technique barrier could be seen. Everyone fell silent and watched intently.

The battle begins.

The first Holy Protector sent by the Holy Fang was the unknown Yi Yu Ci Ming, who was said to come from the Four Realms and was a student of Wu Yi Shi Yin.

He wore a silver-white scholar's robe and a white turban with three feathers stuck in one side.

He carried a longbow on his back, with several arrows of different colors stuck in his quiver. He looked young, but his eyes were unusually serene.

Hao Tianqiong stepped into the battle circle, which was a giant flat area carved into a sundial. Dark light flowed outside the circle, and it was equipped with a special protective shield.

The sundial lit up the instant he and his opponent stepped in, displaying their respective times:

Hao Tianqiong: for his son.

A feather bestows a destiny: for the snake.

There is no restraint between the two, but Zi (子) is the beginning of the day, the best time of the day.

Hao Tianqiong was overjoyed. He pointed at the person opposite him and said, "Hahaha! You nobody, bow down to the Heavenly Lord and I will spare your life."

"I am entrusted with the mission by the Holy One, how can I admit defeat in the face of battle? I hereby grant you my life and pay my respects."

"Then don't blame God for being ruthless; God can stir up waves, come on~"

The battle between good and evil, the struggle between the holy and the demonic, reignites after a thousand years.

Facing an unknown junior, Hao Tianqiong was unwilling to fight for long. He gathered his strength from all directions, his palm gleaming, and ruthlessly struck out at Yi Yu Ciming.

Under the divine might of the Heavenly Emperor, Yi Yu moved swiftly and skillfully, dodging and weaving, seeking an opportunity to fire his arrow.

"A solid foundation, but unfortunately you've encountered a god; you have no chance of winning."

Yi Yu bestowed the command but did not answer. Holding a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other, he spun steadily amidst the wind and energy of his palms and fingers.

Seeing that he had failed to achieve anything after three moves, Hao Tianqiong grew impatient and unleashed the Annihilation Divine Art: "I, Annihilation of Truth, shout!"

Instantly, evil energy surged forth, demonic aura soared to the sky, and the barrier was filled with terrifying palm strikes, revealing a fierce and ruthless power capable of destroying gods amidst its arrogance.

With no way to avoid the blow, he immediately took the palm strike, straightened his chest, nocked the bowstring, and shot out the Seven Sacred Arrows.

A single feather rises from the crimson sky, and ten thousand flames are born together.

A red arrow shot out, carrying boundless power, and thousands of flames ignited, burning the entire barrier to an extremely high temperature.

The arrow flew like a shooting star, a flash of lightning, and struck the very top of the sky.

"Uh~"

"what!"

One was struck by a palm, the other by an arrow; both were wounded and forced to retreat.

The arrow that bestowed life fell to the ground, then struggled to its feet. At such close range, even a god would perish from this god-slaying arrow.

Unexpectedly, what came into view was that Haotianqiong was scattered like the sands of the Ganges, allowing Xitian Yiyu to pass through the sand and dust.

Then, the sand and gravel gathered again and reformed into the God of Destruction.

"How could this be?"

"Hahahaha~ Kid, did they send you here to die?"

Hao Tianqiong wiped the crimson from the corner of his mouth and unleashed his ultimate technique: "I, Annihilation Illusion, this game is over. Lament your misfortune!"

Black energy surged, seemingly both real and illusory, as the troll's hand rose high, its killing intent shaking the world.

Just as he was about to lose his life to his opponent, Yi Yu Ci Ming drew two fingers of his left hand across the bowstring of Dao Li, and blood splattered, and flames immediately burst forth from the string.

This is the fire of life, and also the flame of true essence.

To kill the enemy with one's own body.

"A feather of pardon, breaking the curse and activating destiny, shout!"

A purple streak flashed, piercing the demon's body, accompanied by howling winds and thunderous roars across the heavens.

Hao Tianqiong once again dismantled his own internal energy to dodge the arrow, but felt a searing pain in his heart. The arrow, carrying the fire of life, had actually burned part of his heart meridian.

"Damn boy!"

"Though I cannot kill you, I have given my comrades the opportunity to do so. Hao Tianqiong, you are not a god..."

After the final arrow, the bow of the thief was destroyed and the string broke. Yi Yuciming quietly closed his eyes.

The battle ended, the Rubik's Cube emerged victorious, the barrier opened, and Hao Tianqiong stepped out triumphantly: "I have won."

"Alas, with this command from Yi Yu, I will send you back to Shi Yin's side."

Jian Zhichu entered the battlefield and carried out the tattered Yi Yu Ci Ming.

On the first day, Hai Chan Zun did not arrange for Jian Zhi Chu to appear. He left Yue Sheng Ming Luan and went to Zhuo Feng Shan Yu.

At the foot of Zhuofeng Mountain, thousands of bamboo sway in the setting sun, and a winding stream flows, like the shimmering evening light of the Ciguang Pagoda.

Jian Zhichu, carrying Yi Yu Ciming, entered the bamboo forest, only to find that Sa Shou Cibei was burning a body, with Ba Dao Xi Hui and Hui Huang Duo Shi kneeling and weeping beside him.

"This is?"

"At the beginning of the sword's journey, Shi Yin is dead! Shi Yin is dead!"

"It's impossible, Master Yin has a divine source."

"It was King Jiwu who killed Shi Yin, and the Divine Source was destroyed along with him."

"King Jiwu...sigh."

Jian Zhichu placed Yi Yu Ciming next to Wu Yi Shi Yin, and flames rose up from the ground, as if two souls were intertwining in the air.

With a wave of compassion, he grabbed Jian Zhichu's collar and shook him: "Jian Zhichu, Shi Yin is your uncle. You must avenge him!"

"Revenge? Ha! Shi Yin killed my biological father and mother. Whom should I seek revenge against?"

"King Jiwu, go and kill King Jiwu!"

"Kill her..."

Jian Zhichu stood up blankly and walked out of the corner of Zhuofeng Mountain, not knowing where to go. The landscape before him was not for him, and all his friends and relatives had passed away.

No one is waiting for me.

There is no one to protect it.

On this day, Jian Zhichu mysteriously disappeared from the martial world, and the awe of the Tower of Compassionate Light gradually faded into the past.

Chapter 162 Cultivation Upgrade: Brahma Body and Demonic Form!

The Phoenix Palace was protected by a barrier.

Luo Hou closed his eyes, and his soul gradually left his body.

At first, one could still sense Yu Cixin's subtle movements in the bedroom, as if she had borrowed a book from Jun Manlu to read, and was muttering to herself, reciting the words in the book.

"You travel east and then east again... I wish I were a star and you were the moon, shining brightly together every night..."

Soon, his spirit took flight and entered a sea of ​​clouds.

Above the sea of ​​clouds lies the endless sky.

I don't know how high we flew, or whether we even left this world. But as the altitude increased, the sense of oppression from the universe grew stronger.

Amidst that oppressive atmosphere, the celestial palace and divine temple could be faintly seen, their holy light shining as brightly as the sun, so intense that even the divine soul could not open its eyes.

Just as the oppressive feeling enveloped him like a heavy net, his soul nimbly swooped down from the heavens, escaping the range of the divine light.

The fall was accompanied by an intense feeling of weightlessness, with the wind howling as if it were about to tear you apart.

The soul dances in the realm of suffering.

He saw towering mountains, winding rivers, East Martial Forest, West Martial Forest, Southern Region, and Northern Sea, with the scenery changing in an instant throughout the four seasons.

Seeing the vast expanse of lakes and seas, spring trees and summer grasses, a small boat drifts with the waves, and a white bird perches on the boat.

Once again, in the desolate mountains, a young man practiced his sword alone in the setting sun, slashing through the air and striking the treetops, causing the yellow leaves all over the mountain to fall.

Having seen the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, his spirit flew to Tianpen Village on Tuishan Mountain, and followed the chasm he had carved out to the ground. After falling for an unknown number of feet, he landed in an extremely dark place.

There was no light, no wind, only absolute silence and pure darkness.

Suddenly, a pair of crimson eyes appeared in the darkness, and a deep voice spoke as if in a daze:

"You've come, you've finally come."

"Ok?"

“Your strength is insufficient, far from sufficient. Come, come to my side.”

But the spirit did not go there; like a purple swallow, it nimbly tumbled and turned in the darkness.

The voice sighed helplessly, "Fine, your very existence is an anomaly. Take it."