yready #680 - Keep the rhythm
#680 - Keep the rhythm
Li Chengfeng, with Zhongli Meiying, instantly traversed to the real world.
Before them, Xue Qiankun and the evil monk Buzhi of the North Sea were staring dumbfounded at Qin Dongqing, who was writhing in pain on the ground, a look of disbelief on their faces.
How could this once elegant and refined Heavenly Mandate Master have fallen to such a miserable state?
The expressions on their faces changed drastically, knowing that their calculations had failed, otherwise, it would never have triggered such a strong backlash.
Xue Qiankun said urgently, "Let's go quickly, Li Chengfeng has already escaped!"
However, it was too late.
Li Chengfeng gently waved his hand, and the river of history seemed to be controlled by him, instantly transforming into a Yellow Springs Dragon, encircling the three of them.
This sudden change caught them off guard, and their hearts were filled with shock.
In the river of history, the blood clan were all true elites—their existence was like a spark in the dark night. As long as a single spark remained, the blood clan's revival would be hopeful.
As the saying goes, "Where there are green hills, there's no fear of running out of firewood." As long as Xue Qiankun, this leader, stood firm, the soul of the blood clan would never admit defeat.
However, things were unpredictable. Those once powerful experts and supreme elders were all mercilessly swallowed by the torrent of history, and even the evil monk Buzhi was not spared.
What was even more heartbreaking was that the heroic Qin Dongqing had mutated into a hideous monster, devoid of reason, covered in sores, with fangs bared, and scales covering his body like fish scales. His appearance was both terrifying and pathetic, like a demon from a nightmare.
He no longer distinguished between relatives and strangers, attacking indiscriminately, scattering poisonous mist, causing heavy losses to the blood clan elites. Xue Qiankun, seeing this, was furious, his heart torn apart.
This collaboration should have been a natural success, a sure victory, but it ended up being a complete waste of effort, a regrettable sigh.
The evil monk Buzhi, seeing that defeat was inevitable, muttered "Amitabha" and formed a hand seal, instantly condensing a Buddhist artifact with radiant light, attempting to escape.
However, he overlooked the special nature of this place—this was the river of history woven by Li Chengfeng, where the past and present intertwined, creating illusions that were difficult to distinguish.
In a hurry, he jumped into a frame of the picture, but it was like falling into a maze, and in an instant, he returned to the banks of the Yellow Springs River, his magic power greatly depleted, and his escape was hopeless, truly "losing both his wife and his army."
At this moment, the evil monk was forced to stand side by side with Xue Qiankun and the remnants of the blood clan, surrounded by layers of encirclement.
The three thousand Forbidden Armor cultivators under Long Tianqi, wearing gorgeous armor and wielding gleaming swords, were like a peerless divine sword about to be unsheathed. Their combined strength was enough to shake the void.
Moreover, there was also the Azure Heaven Ancestor Hua Zixuan of the Qingyun Sect and the Qingbai Supreme Elder, three thousand Forbidden Armor cultivators. The oppressive aura they emitted, their combined sword energy, seemed to tear the entire world apart, causing everyone present to tremble with fear.
Xue Qiankun's eyes were like torches, and he gritted his teeth and angrily rebuked: "Li Chengfeng, the evil you have committed against my blood clan is unforgivable!
Do you really want to exterminate us all, becoming a bloodthirsty demon who eats people and spits out no bones?"
His words revealed endless grief and indignation.
Witnessing all of this meticulously planned by Li Chengfeng, his heart was clear. The blood clan was probably doomed today.
Xue Qiankun was enraged, but also full of unwillingness, his eyes revealing endless anger and helplessness.
Looking at Li Chengfeng again, he looked calm and collected, as if everything in this world was under his control, which made his heart ache even more.
He couldn't help but angrily rebuke: "Li Chengfeng, you are truly a smiling tiger. Where does your victory this time come from?
It's clearly because you are cunning and deceitful, swindling everywhere, making those innocent people your pawns, working for you.
But you are still pretending here, it's really infuriating!"
However, Li Chengfeng ignored his rebuke.
Instead, Long Tianqi stood up, holding a long spear, pointing directly at Xue Qiankun, and shouted loudly: "Bold! How dare you insult my young master like this, you are courting death!
My young master is such a noble person, how can he be随意诋毁和议论 by your kind of villain!"
Li Chengfeng calmly gave the order, his eyes like torches: "Long Tianqi, White Tiger General Qingyang, you two quickly deal with Xue Qiankun, be sure to fight quickly and decisively. Time is tight, and there is no room for delay.
Although I can control the river of history, I also bear a heavy burden. Whether it's physical or mental strength, I need to go all out."
After speaking, he turned to Azure Heaven Ancestor Hua Zixuan and Qingbai, his tone carrying a bit of trust and expectation: "Two fellow Daoists, leave the evil monk Buzhi to you.
I know your methods are extraordinary, but be careful. That monk's attack power is amazing, so be careful. As for that evil monk, although he has some tricks, he should not be feared in front of you."
Then, Li Chengfeng's gaze shifted to Long Tianqi's two deputy generals, Long Qi and Long Ba, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness: "As for the remaining elites of the blood clan, leave it to you to clean up the house.
Remember, don't be careless, be sure to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots."
Afterward, Li Chengfeng turned his gaze to the remaining six thousand Forbidden Armor cultivators, his tone becoming gentle and encouraging: "Everyone, although you have not directly participated in the battle, the insights in this historical occasion will surely be a valuable wealth on your cultivation path.
Although it was not used this time, your existence is like a divine needle that stabilizes the waves of the river of history.
The next target, the Heavenly Demon Sect, will be the stage for you to show your might, and I look forward to your performance."
The six thousand Forbidden Armor cultivators admired Li Chengfeng to the point of prostration. Although his current realm was only the early stage of the Nascent Soul, in their hearts, Li Chengfeng's strength far surpassed those half-step God Transformation old ancestors.
His methods were unpredictable, and his strategies were unparalleled, making people marvel.
As soon as Li Chengfeng's words fell, formation bases appeared under their feet.
As long as they used their magic power according to the positions they occupied, they could integrate into the river of history, making the river more stable, and the past scenes also became more real frame by frame.
This kind of arrangement allowed this battle, which was detached from reality, to proceed smoothly.
Because this was Li Chengfeng's home field, no matter how strong the opponent was, once they stepped into this battlefield, they had already fallen into Li Chengfeng's rhythm.
What's more, now Li Chengfeng's power was completely in a reduced pressure form, controlling the entire battle situation more easily.
Vermillion Bird Zhongli Meiying witnessed all of this, and her heart was filled with emotion.
Li Chengfeng's methods were truly endless, and he could always turn the tide at critical moments and suppress the entire audience.
She had felt countless times that she was bound to die, but Li Chengfeng could always turn danger into safety with amazing wisdom and strength.
At this moment, she finally understood the power of the path of Ten Thousand Laws Returning to One. It was a pity that this path seemed to only be suitable for Li Chengfeng, but it was out of reach for her.
She could only sigh secretly, her heart filled with helplessness.
Just when Vermillion Bird was restless.
Li Chengfeng calmly said to her: "Vermillion Bird, now your only task is to recall the Vermillion Bird Sacred Art and record all your cultivation methods in the jade slip.
I want to use the cultivation methods of your four great war generals to deduce the Nirvana Sacred Art that belongs to my mid-Nascent Soul."
Li Chengfeng's words revealed firmness and determination, which also moved Vermillion Bird.