Covering the Sky: The Years I Was the Empress's Strictest Master

Then, he uttered a single word, as if it were a divine decree.

Followed by.

The pure and powerful energy of blood and qi, mixed with the wonder of the rotation of the Yin and Yang poles of Sendai, and the unique divine energy of the indestructible golden body, suddenly erupted!

next moment.

The invisible curse and shadow tentacles, as if encountering their nemesis, made a hissing sound and melted away instantly like spring snow.

The Shadow Clan expert let out a miserable scream, his blurry figure instantly solidifying to reveal the face of a gaunt old man.

Blood flowed from his seven orifices as he fell from the void, clutching his head. His aura instantly weakened, as a shout had actually injured his very soul!

A single word, and the Shadow Clan's powerful expert was severely injured and routed?!

"Who else? Come out now..."

Tan Lin withdrew his fist, his gaze calmly sweeping across the four directions of the sea. His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

The sea was deathly still.

Three top-tier experts at the peak of the Saint King level were successively defeated; one was blown apart by a single punch.

One was killed by two punches, and the other was injured by a shout. This overwhelming and crushing defeat completely shut down the scene.

This silenced all the saints and sages who had been eager to take advantage of the situation, and they dared not make any further moves.

Tan Lin's combat power has far exceeded the scope of a Saint King and is approaching that of a Great Saint!

Without the strength or powerful weapon of a Great Sage, going up there is just suicide.

For a time,

Only the sound of the sea's energy churning could be heard on the surface.

At this moment, all eyes were focused on that inconspicuous little boat and the tall figure on it.

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Chapter 190 A Sweep Across the Land (6K Chapter, Please Subscribe!)

but.

The almost frozen atmosphere on the sea, and the "still" gazes of everyone, did not last long.

"Hehe, the Indestructible Golden Body truly lives up to its name."

"To have slain three peak Saint Kings while only at the ninth level of the Saint King realm—such combat prowess is unparalleled throughout history."

Just then, an aged voice slowly rang out from afar, echoing through the air.

The voice carried a hint of approval, but more so a condescending scrutiny.

Splash!

As soon as the words were spoken, the surface of the sea in the distance parted, and a menacing ancient ship, entirely black, broke through the waves.

All eyes turned to them and they saw several figures standing at the bow of the ship, their auras heavy and imposing, all of them Great Sage level beings!

The leader was an elderly man with sunken eyes.

He was clad in a black feathered robe, his face gaunt, and he held a jet-black bone staff with a constantly spinning gray bead at the top, emanating a chilling aura of decay.

His cultivation level is clearly at the fourth minor stage of the Great Sage realm!

He is a mid-level Great Saint!

The bone staff in his hand exuded an aura of obscurity and antiquity, with faint fluctuations of laws surpassing those of a Great Saint. Many people speculated that it was most likely a Quasi-Emperor artifact!

At this moment, everyone's gaze shifted.

Behind the old man stood four Great Saints, their cultivation levels ranging from the first to the third stage of the Great Saint realm.

All of them possessed powerful auras, and at this moment their gazes were fixed on Tan Lin with icy coldness.

"It's 'Old Daoist Minggu'! He actually came too!"

In the corner, a powerful old monster recognized the old man's identity, his tone grave:

"He was already famous more than 1,200 years ago. He once single-handedly slaughtered all the living beings on a medium-sized ancient life star with a Great Sage in charge!"

The 'Myriad Filth Bone Staff' in his hand was rumored to have been forged from the 'Spine Dragon' of a deceased quasi-emperor, containing a portion of the quasi-emperor's laws, making it incomparably powerful!

Upon hearing this, a cultivator on the ancient ship where the old monster was located squinted and said:

"He has always been a nomadic wanderer, one of the few 'star bandits' in this universe, who have swept across multiple star regions for many years. The people behind him should be the leaders of the 'Ancient Netherworld Fiends'?"

"Indeed, they are all powerful pirate leaders who roam the region, their hands stained with blood."

"In previous years, they offended several major quasi-emperor lineages, and under pressure from being besieged, they chose to band together for mutual support..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, even the old Daoist Minggu is personally taking action, and he's even bringing a quasi-Emperor artifact... This is serious!"

It seems the rewards of this indestructible golden body from the ancient Celestial Venerable's Life Spring were truly too tempting, making them all unable to sit still any longer.

"Hahaha, fellow Daoist, you're quite witty. What you're saying makes it sound like we're not envious at all..."

The waves of trouble rose again, and rumors began to circulate.

And the distance between the boats in their line of sight was rapidly closing.

The old Daoist Minggu stared at Tan Lin with his cloudy eyes and said in a hoarse voice:

"Young friend, your combat prowess is astonishing; I admire it."

However, while a common man is innocent, possessing a treasure is a crime. You and this Goddess Gu are entangled in far too many secrets.

"If you hand over the great secret today and tell me the method to enter the Sea Eye of Life, I can decide to defy all objections and let you two leave. Otherwise..."

As he said this, he paused slightly with his Wan Hui Bone Staff, and the gray bead flashed with a ghostly light.

hum...

In an instant, an invisible force field of death spread out, covering an area of ​​hundreds of thousands of miles, and even the bitter sea essence rising in mid-air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"This old man's Ten Thousand Filth Bone Staff has not been satiated with the blood of the proud for hundreds of years."

Hey!

After speaking.

The four Great Saints of the Netherworld behind him stepped forward in unison, their auras connected, sealing off all directions and faintly forming a battle formation.

Another person conjured a blood-red banner. As the banner trembled, countless hideous ghostly figures emerged, emitting shrill howls. This was also a powerful weapon.

The powerful artifact and the quasi-emperor-level weapon held by the old Daoist Minggu locked onto the divine silkworm robe that Tianling had personally dressed on Tan Lin.

At this moment, a subtle balance seemed to have been achieved between the two sides' most important weapons.

Although they did not possess any supreme ancient emperor weapons or supreme imperial weapons,

However, even those supreme celestial weapons, in the hands of a Saint King or a Great Saint, were only marginally effective.

For example, when the two Great Sages of the Golden Cave were chasing and intercepting Tian Ling, the power of the several heavy weapons surged, which was at most equivalent to the divine power level of a quasi-emperor weapon after its resurgence.

Even though that power was equally terrifying, those who possessed quasi-emperor-level weapons believed that they could still work together to restrain it.

wow...

The powerful instruments and their engines are locked in a standoff.

For a time, tensions rose and the air was thick with murderous intent.

However, Tan Lin on the small boat did not immediately pay attention to the enemy. Instead, he first sent a wisp of the mysterious divine power of the Taiyin and Taiyang rotation into Tian Ling's body to help her refine the divine liquid more quickly in order to recover from her injuries.

A moment later, when Ming Gu Sha and the others had finished speaking, Tan Lin slowly turned around and faced the group of five people on the ancient ship opposite.

crack...

His deep gaze fell upon the group, and he slowly flexed his wrists.

His blood and qi began to boil, golden light emanated from within him, and it felt as if a real dragon was roaming beneath his body, emitting a deep rumble.

"You guys talk too much nonsense."

At this moment, he spoke calmly, stepped out of the small boat, and stood in mid-air, facing off against the old Daoist Minggu.

"Want the great secrets I possess? Fine, just make your move. The fact that you've been dragging your feet for so long without making a move shows that you still have reservations, doesn't it?"

If I were you, I would have attacked the moment I appeared. Hesitating and lingering, wasting my time and energy...

"act recklessly!"

Upon hearing this, a fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the old Daoist Minggu. Without waiting any longer, he thrust his Myriad Filth Bone Staff forward with a sudden movement.

"Form the Ancient Netherworld Spirit Array! Suppress these two!!"

"kill!!"

Behind them, the four Great Saints of the Ancient Netherworld roared in unison, each occupying a side, their magical power flowing freely.

this moment,

A torrent of black, malevolent energy surged forth, transforming into a black, malevolent cloud that covered the sky.

Within the ominous clouds, countless hideous demonic figures rose and fell, emitting piercing demonic sounds that disturbed the mind.

As time passed, those originally illusory demonic shadows transformed into black chains, wrapping around Tan Lin from all directions, trying to bind him tightly and refine him into a puddle of pus.

At the same time, the old Daoist Minggu also made a move.

He muttered incantations, and the gray bead at the tip of the Myriad Filth Bone Staff suddenly shone brightly, shooting out a hazy beam of light.

Where the beam of light passed, the void decayed, all things withered, and even fragments of Dao principles that occasionally surged up from beneath the sea were being born and destroyed!

This is a death light containing the laws of a quasi-emperor, specifically designed to extinguish life, defile magical artifacts, and is extremely vicious.

Despite being surrounded and attacked from all sides, Tan Lin remained calm, like still water in a well.

boom……

His internal energy surged like a tsunami, and the five major secret realms of the human body—the Sea of ​​Wheels, the Palace of Dao, the Four Extremes, the Dragon Transformation, and the Immortal Platform—resonated and shone simultaneously.

In particular, the Sendai Secret Realm exudes an aura of perfection, flawlessness, and supreme power at a certain stage.

His cultivation level, on the eve of this great battle, unexpectedly and quietly reached the peak of the Saint King realm!

At this moment, he could even advance to the Great Sage realm at any time if he wished.

"Perfect, I'll use you guys to test my 'fist'."

Tan Lin whispered, and for the first time, he took the initiative to attack, facing the black chains that were wrapping around him and the beam of death that was falling on his head.

There are no fancy techniques; it's still just a simple and direct punch.

But to some sharp-eyed old monsters in the corner, this punch was completely different from the previous one!

wow...

Just as he threw the punch, something happened around him.

The Immortal King descends upon the Nine Heavens, the Jianmu World appears, the bright moon rises over the sea, and golden lotuses bloom in the Bitter Sea… The nine extraordinary phenomena of the indestructible golden body emerge in an instant.

However, these strange phenomena only appeared for a moment before they were all re-fused into the secret realm of his physical body.

The nine extraordinary phenomena merge into one, and then the phenomena combine with the body, revealing the supreme mystery of the character formation in an invisible way.

boom!

Then, in the blink of an eye...

As the forces of attack and suppression from all sides pressed upon him, Tan Lin unleashed his fist!

He started with the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist again, and an invincible fist intent that seemed to be able to suppress all heavens and control reincarnation burst out from the fist!

Clang... Clang!

click... click...

next interest.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the black magic chains that were powerful enough to bind the Great Sage shattered inch by inch the moment the fist's intent touched them, turning into black mist and dissipating.

Even the black evil clouds that shrouded the void above the four Great Saints' formation were indirectly swept up by the fist wind, and they churned violently, showing signs of collapsing.

The four Great Sages of the Underworld who were forming an array simultaneously groaned, their faces turning pale, and the array trembled.