All Heavens: From Joy of Life to The Great Feng Night Watchman

So he had already begun plotting how to kill you, laying the groundwork for the resurgence of that lineage from five hundred years ago.

"The second thing is actually the fate of the nation."

They planned to use a war to influence the fate of the Great Feng Kingdom, then steal it through secret methods, store the fortune in a container with royal blood, and slowly refine it to enhance the fortune of the Qianlong City lineage.

The first requirement for this plan is a war that sweeps across the entire continent of Kyushu, and the scale of the war must be large enough.

It concerns the survival of a nation; otherwise, it would be difficult to influence the destiny of the Great Feng Dynasty.

This led to the Battle of Shanhaiguan twenty-one years ago.

Secondly, Xu Qi'an, the vessel possessing royal blood, was born.

Then, Xu Pingfeng laughed and said, "This is the Fate Master. Even though he has been dead for five hundred years, he is still a chess player."

The deadly scheme, which had been brewing for five hundred years, finally revealed its fangs at this moment.

"This guy, he's been dead for five hundred years and he still wants to annoy me!"

With a flick of his wrist, the supervisor unleashed a devastating blow, the God-Slaying Whip lashing out at Xu Pingfeng regardless of distance.

Bang bang bang. The formation shattered one after another, and the God-Slaying Whip struck the chest of the Gara Tree Bodhisattva, leaving shallow whip marks.

The supervisor seemed to have anticipated this outcome; as he lashed out with his whip, he flung the Heavenly Secrets Disc into the sky.

The Heavenly Secret Disc spun rapidly, trying to imprint the Tai Chi fish on the core of the bronze ritual artifact.

As a master of destiny, he certainly couldn't be helpless against a magical artifact. As long as the Heavenly Secrets Disc could be integrated into the bronze artifact, the supervisor was confident that he could make the artifact disintegrate in a short time.

Thus, they leave this "world".

Xu Pingfeng pointed with one hand, and a blob of black liquid splashed onto the Heavenly Secrets Disc. This was the tainted magical power collected from the Black Lotus.

The surface of the Heavenly Secret Plate was stained with a deep black, losing its spirituality and unable to fall.

Xu Pingfeng immediately said, "Garuda Tree, time is limited, don't worry about me."

Bang! The headless zombie Gara Tree punched the barrier, making the supervisor's body tremble.

Both sides are in poor form. If Gara Tree were at its peak, this punch would have sent Jian Zheng flying.

Bang bang bang. Countless fist shadows erupted, pounding against the hexagonal barrier, causing it to shed countless rays of light.

As the barrier shattered and the guard slid back, he once again lashed out with Salun Agu's sheep-driving whip.

Xu Pingfeng's physical body was ripped open and his primordial spirit was shaken out of his body, letting out a painful roar.

The Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree seized the opportunity to punch through the supervisor's chest, the fist piercing out from behind.

At this moment, another supervisor floated out from above, holding a sheep-driving whip in his hand, and swung it at Xu Pingfeng.

He abandoned his physical body, his primordial spirit left his body, and relentlessly pursued and killed his eldest disciple.

As expected, Gara Tree retaliated by throwing a punch to help Xu Pingfeng. Immovable King formed a hand seal and blocked the two sides, taking the blow for Xu Pingfeng.

The supervisor's spirit immediately sank back into his body and chuckled.

The next moment, a curved spear broke through space, ignoring distance, and pierced the supervisor from behind.

This gun resembles gold and jade, bone and stone, making it impossible to discern its material.

The supervisor slowly lowered his head, staring at the spear that had pierced his chest, his pupils slightly contracting.

"Hey!"

A low laugh came from behind, and a twisted figure appeared.

From blurry to clear, it was not the White Emperor, but a monster entirely black.

Its body appears somewhat ethereal and unreal; it is a primordial spirit rather than a physical body.

It has the body of a sheep, covered with patches of horn, and a face that closely resembles a human.

It has two rows of eyes on its cheeks and six long, curved, sharp horns on its head.

The curved spear that pierced the supervisor turned pure black, greedily absorbing everything around it, including light and the supervisor himself.

The supervisor's body melted away inch by inch, turning into fragments of light that merged into the spear and were absorbed by it.

"I won't stand on ceremony regarding the gatekeeper's spiritual essence."

The goat-bodied, human-faced monster stretched out its long tongue and licked its lips.

This "gun" is one of the six long horns on his head, embodying the innate divine power of the Great Wilderness.

It can devour everything. In ancient times, even the most powerful gods and demons suffered greatly in front of it.

Chapter 447 Dark Clouds Loom Over the City! A First-Rank Bodhisattva Attacks the City!

Da Huang returned to the Nine Provinces Continent in the guise of the "White Emperor," originally intending to test the Dao Venerable with a false identity and conceal his true identity.

Even after inquiring from various sources and learning that the Daoist Venerable might perish, it still did not lower its guard and continued to plot against the gatekeeper in the guise of the White Emperor.

After all, if its true form were to return to the Nine Provinces Continent, it could very well bring about additional variables.

For example, the Daoist Master's backup plan, or the one in the West might not even make a move.

"Hey!" Xu Pingfeng laughed too.

The Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree exhaled and clasped his hands together in prayer:

"Amitabha Buddha, five hundred years ago, Buddhism helped you ascend to the rank of Destiny Master."

Five hundred years later, Buddhism will support your disciple to become a Master of Destiny.

This is the cycle of cause and effect.

He felt no joy, only some感慨 (feelings of deep emotion).

The supervisor slowly lowered his head and looked at the world. The Yunzhou army was already in defeat, and the Qingzhou army, led by a fourth-rank expert, began to counterattack.

He withdrew his gaze, swept it over the two people and the beast present, and closed his eyes.

Finally, his body completely disintegrated and was absorbed by the bent spear.

With the disappearance of the supervisor, the entire Qingzhou was suddenly thrown into turmoil, and dark clouds gathered.

Lightning flashed through the clouds; one moment it was daytime, the next, the world was plunged into darkness.

Strange celestial phenomena appeared, and darkness descended.

The White Emperor opened its mouth, revealing its interlocking fangs, and swallowed the curved spear.

It then exclaimed "Eh!" and added, "Unable to refine."

Xu Pingfeng laughed and said, "As long as the Great Feng Dynasty is not destroyed, the Supervisor will not die."

The Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree added:

"Back then, we paid a heavy price to seal the first supervisor."

After Emperor Wuzong ascended the throne and the country changed hands, he took the opportunity to refine his destiny and advance to the rank of Fate Master.

Only then did they refine the first generation to death, their souls scattered and their spirits dispersed.

Xu Pingfeng's smile deepened, and he said:

"You should seal the supervisor in the gun. Once we overthrow the Great Feng, we can refine him."

However, I will still need your assistance.

Once you're on board, don't even think about getting off.

Baidi pondered for a moment:

"Okay, but you'll have to wait until I send this back overseas."

It was uneasy about leaving the gatekeeper in Kyushu, fearing unforeseen circumstances, and only by sending him back to its original body could it be absolutely safe.

……

The battlefield of Qingzhou.

The Da Feng army was poised for victory, while the Yunzhou rebels, outnumbering the Da Feng army tenfold, were already showing clear signs of defeat.

On the city wall of Qingzhou, Ji Xuan, whose vital energy had been exhausted and whose dantian and qi sea had been destroyed by the old scoundrel, looked in despair at his own soldiers who were fighting and retreating.

All the fourth-rank generals and sorcerers of Yunzhou were killed by the fourth-rank generals of Dafeng. On the battle lines between the two sides, the fourth-rank generals of Dafeng were slaughtering Yunzhou soldiers everywhere.

Just then, dark clouds gathered above the dome, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

Standing in front of Ji Xuan, at the edge of the city wall, was Yang Gong, the Provincial Governor of Qingzhou.

As a fourth-rank Confucian scholar, what he saw was the dissipation and loss of fortune.

Although a resounding victory was imminent, what he felt at this moment was a heart-wrenching fear.

Yang Gong's pupils contracted as a guess fermented in his mind, bringing a shiver to his body and soul.

“The world has changed,” he murmured.

On the battlefield, soldiers from both sides also noticed something unusual.

The sky darkened at an unusual speed, with dark clouds pressing down overhead, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression.

The Dafeng Army and the Yunzhou Army began to slow down their fighting, remaining vigilant and looking up at the sky.