The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

I also think that Haishan should not be limited to this.

Because in the original work, the only guys with true multiple supernatural powers were those who had six lives and five reincarnations.

It's also a pity that I didn't get to see the King of Stories at his peak.

I would say that the people at this moment are truly in the underworld.

It's also a pity that I didn't get to see the brothers from the six lifetimes and five incarnations gather together.

Let's take down the three real gangsters together.

Then, Peak Gao, Peak Story King, and Peak Chen used all sorts of tricks to spin the top.

Especially Zhuo Zhao.

I feel that the closer one gets to the desolate prison in the Six Lives and Five Incarnations series, the stronger one should become.

As a result, she swapped out the prison cell and then logged off.

It's also a pity that some characters had too short a screen time.

For example, Sister Gongsun Ling, who is a disciple of Patriarch Canyi.

Sister Gongsun Ling, I remember she appeared a long time ago.

The name "Lord of Life and Death Mountains and Rivers" sounds powerful and imposing.

However, he only made his official appearance near the end.

Unfortunately, the original story ended with the disappearance of the supernatural world.

I think things should get better.

That's how this book came about.

Actually, I was quite dissatisfied with some parts of the writing process.

For example, Jintai Pear Garden,

I've written it so many times, but I'm still not satisfied.

Ultimately, the constant revisions damaged the foundation of the Dao.

It was also my own decision to sever my own profound skills.

And then there's the finishing touches on Jintai Pear Garden.

I should have written more in detail about obtaining the unique power of reincarnation.

But no matter what, I still have to be responsible for my work.

Thank you all!

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Chapter 66 The Battle of Great Divine Powers

【Soul Interpretation】

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

All the movements of the corpses were simultaneously seized by some invisible force.

Like an insect trapped in amber, it remains poised to strike, frozen in mid-air.

next moment.

"Click"

The space cracked under the strain, like ice breaking apart beneath our feet.

Then, a torrential downpour of slashes poured out from the black mist.

Dense and intricate, crisscrossing, cutting out from every angle and every gap, weaving a tightly woven net.

The storm swept through.

The bodies of more than twenty corpses were cut into irregular pieces and scattered in the black mist.

Black blood gushed from the cut surface, condensing into round beads of varying sizes in the weightless environment, suspended in mid-air like a black sea of ​​stars.

Xia Chuan stood at the center of the storm, surrounded by surging black mist.

He flicked non-existent dust off his right hand, turned around, and strode away.

Behind him, a mangled figure struggled to his feet from the pile of limbs.

It was Yu Taishan, who only had one hand and one foot left!

His left arm was gone, and his right leg disappeared below the knee; black blood was still seeping from the severed area.

His body was covered in knife marks, the deepest of which was a diagonal slash from his left shoulder to his right rib, almost splitting him in two.

But he was still standing, his only remaining right hand with its five fingers clenched together like a knife, crimson blood dripping from between them.

He rushed up behind Xia Chuan.

Silently. Using the stump of his severed leg for leverage in the darkness, his body shot forward like an arrow, the blade in his right hand slicing through the black mist with a sharp screech, aiming straight for Xia Chuan's nape.

Xia Chuan did not turn around.

The blade stopped three inches from his neck.

It wasn't Yu Taishan who stopped, it was his body. His head was still in a forward-leaning posture, his mouth wide open, fangs bared, his pupils filled with dying madness, but his torso no longer followed.

A thin red line appeared from his neck, running from left to right, completing a full circle. The red line widened, and black blood seeped from the gap.

Decapitation.

Yu Taishan's expression froze on his face, his pupils still holding the last vestiges of shock. His head rolled twice in the darkness, crashing into a floating bead of black blood, before slowly coming to a stop.

[Defeat the powerful corpse with supernatural abilities, and you'll receive +240 lottery points.]

[Defeat the powerful corpse with supernatural abilities, and you'll receive +390 lottery points.]

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...The screen was filled with a dense barrage of notifications, but Xia Chuan didn't look at them.

He continued walking forward, the black mist slowly swirling behind him like a silent cloak.

Limbs and beads of black blood floated on either side of the path he walked, making way for him.

The black fog began to dissipate.

The yellow sand has returned to Xia Chuan's view.

Let's rewind a little bit.

On the loess slope, countless people looked up in horror.

The sky has collapsed.

Wu Yuanzhen stood beneath the clouds, his hands raised high. The clouds formed by the Immortal Hunter covered the entire sky, like an endless gray-white curtain, slowly pressing down.

【Suppressing Heaven Seal】

The clouds were falling slowly, but they covered a very large area.

From east to west, from south to north, as far as the eye could see, there were only pressing clouds and mist, as if the entire sky had been pressed down.

Huang Liang looked up at the pressing clouds and his eyes narrowed.

His ability to maneuver in the air is simple: to move.

It can transfer the destructive power that exists naturally in the world, and it can also transfer attacks.

However, the continuous and widespread oppression of the Heaven-Suppressing Seal is his nemesis.

The transfer requires "points," while the Zhen Tian Seal is a "surface," covering all transfer paths.

Huang Liang sighed:

"President Wu is indeed a great master."

Even though it's countered by my supernatural powers, it's still trying its best to find a way.

Wu Yuanzhen's voice came from high above: "You flatter me."

"It's fine as long as you're dead."

Huang Liang chuckled softly: "I'm afraid I can't follow Chairman Wu's lead."

Even if it's this move, I have a way to deal with it!

He gestured with his right hand, and the character "空" (empty) lit up in his palm.

All the unclaimed destructive power was drawn by the word "emptiness" and surged wildly into his palm.

Terrifying energy flowed, compressed, and condensed in his hands, emitting a hissing sound.

Even the air smelled burnt.

Huang Liang slowly clasped his hands together.

The two "empty" characters are placed together, with the left hand supporting the bottom and the right hand pressing down on the top.

It compressed that destructive power into a fist-sized ball of light, emanating a chilling aura.

He struck out with his palm.

"boom!!"

A soaring palm print burst forth from Huang Liang's palm, colliding head-on with the pressing Zhen Tian Seal.

The white palm print and the gray clouds tore violently apart, causing air currents to surge and lightning to flash.

The palm print passed through the clouds.

The Heaven-Suppressing Seal was torn open from its center, creating a huge gap, before collapsing completely.

The clouds and mist, now free, transformed into a sky full of water vapor and dust, which fell in abundance.

Despite achieving such a victory, Huang Liang frowned.