bayedsolid Chapter 427 The Struggle for National Destiny
Chapter 427 The Struggle for National Destiny
India.
Temple of the God of Heaven.
Amidst the swirling mist, streaks of shimmering golden Sanskrit characters floated in mid-air.
Gradually, it formed a huge cage.
boom! !
In an instant, a violent roar came from the end of the Indian sacred realm, and a raging hurricane dispersed the mist.
A Taoist priest in plain clothes, his feet resting on golden lotuses and his body covered in cracks, stood suspended in mid-air, his robes fluttering in the wind.
The golden palace behind it, with its ethereal music, lost its divine radiance and trembled uneasily.
"Yuanshi...you are too arrogant..."
A deep, resonant chant echoed through the sky, and then, a towering Buddha statue of Brahma slowly emerged from the void.
Upon hearing His voice, Yuanshi Tianzun lowered his eyes and gave a bitter smile.
If He had not been severely wounded in the Battle of Asgard.
With the powerful primordial energy of the Heavenly Court, He had already shattered this damned Heavenly Temple.
Nevertheless, Yuanshi Tianzun remained confident in his own power.
After exchanging dozens of blows, he had the upper hand.
But just as He was preparing to settle the score with Brahma...
The latter, through some unknown method, somehow managed to resonate with the Heavenly Dao...
Normally, this resonance with the Heavenly Dao would have been nothing more than a perfunctory examination for the Primordial Celestial Venerable.
But even now, traces of the Great Dao still remain within His body.
Under the influence of the resonance with the Heavenly Dao, the accumulated traces of the Great Dao suddenly erupted, causing His injuries, which had been almost fully healed, to worsen again.
The divine power fluctuations also paused for a moment. It was this momentary pause that allowed Brahma to seize the opportunity and mobilize the primordial power of the Heavenly Temple to sweep across the Heavenly Court.
This is also why cracks appeared in the very essence of Heaven.
"Further words are useless. In today's battle, one of us will surely perish here."
Pulling himself back to his senses, Yuanshi Tianzun made a hand seal with one hand, forcibly stabilizing his surging blood and qi.
"You don't actually think you can beat me, do you?"
"is it?"
Upon hearing this, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Brahma's face, which was full of anger, and it looked particularly eerie.
A moment later, the lips of the head at the very center of Brahma parted slightly, and he spoke in a deep voice.
"destroy......"
As soon as the sound fell, a violent tremor permeated the entire Indian divine realm, and then, the vast and supreme divine power swept across the entire world.
boom! !
A dark golden beam of light shot into the sky from the shattered earth beneath the ancient temple, soaring straight into the clouds, with golden halos gradually spreading out like ripples.
At the same time, a strange, ethereal wave suddenly crashed down towards the direction where the Primordial Celestial Venerable was standing!
"National destiny?"
Upon seeing this, Yuanshi Tianzun frowned, then nodded knowingly.
"Indeed, having gained the upper hand in the battle of the supreme gods, we should press our advantage..."
"However... you did remind me..."
Even if the very foundation of the Heavenly Court is compromised, the destiny of my Great Xia Dynasty remains inviolable!
Having said that, Yuanshi Tianzun flicked one arm and shouted loudly as his sleeves fluttered.
"Where is the fate of my Great Xia nation?!"
The sound pierced through the void and suddenly exploded over a lonely island in the southwest of the Great Xia Dynasty.
Li Kengqiang, who was 'training' the seven little ones, put away his playful smile, stood up, and looked up at the sky.
"Is it finally our turn?"
Those of us in the "Nightfall" sea also heard that familiar sound.
Lin Qiye reacted first, flashing back to the shore. He ran to Li Kengqiang's side in confusion and asked in a low voice.
"Brother Gun, was that the voice just now from the Celestial Venerable?"
"Yes."
Just as he was about to ask something, Wang Qing's figure appeared behind them without them even noticing.
"time to go."
Hearing this, Li Kengqiang smiled and nodded, then turned around and said to Lin Qiye.
"Young men, we old folks have to get going. We'll meet again someday."
See you again by chance?
What does it mean?
The training camp is over?!
Baili Pangpang and the others, who had just come ashore, also heard Li Kengqiang's voice.
"Brother Gun, do you mean the training camp is over?"
Cao Yuan watched Li Kengqiang's departing figure, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly.
"If you want it to end, then it's over!!"
Just after that sound came, his figure completely disappeared from sight.
"What are Gunner and his crew up to? They're being so secretive..."
"I don't know, to be honest, I don't even know how long we've been here..."
"How about we try to contact the outside world?"
"I've already tried. This place is protected by the nation's destiny; the surrounding magnetic field is extremely chaotic, and phone calls simply won't go through..."
"Huh? Didn't Jiang Er just break through a barrier a couple of days ago? Why don't we let her give it a try?"
"good idea."
At this point, all six gazes turned to the ghostly girl floating in mid-air.
Jiang Er was startled by the sudden topic, and then she timidly floated behind An Qingyu, trying to avoid everyone's gaze.
"I can try, but could you please stop looking at me like that...?"
"......"
.........
Deep in the island.
Inside the cave, the surging torrent of national destiny gradually converged, eventually forming a magnificent golden dragon.
Roar! !
But with a furious roar, a gaunt figure clad in tattered armor and wielding a spear leaped up and stood proudly atop the golden dragon's head.
Tap.... Tap.... Tap....
Rapid footsteps sounded.
Nie Jinshan, Li Kengqiang, Tang Yusheng, Wang Qing, and Gongyang Wan appeared from the end of the tunnel. Then, almost simultaneously, they transformed into several streams of light and merged into the roaring golden dragon of national destiny.
Standing atop the dragon's head, Huo Qubing waved his hand, and a portal carved from obsidian suddenly appeared in the cave.
Meanwhile, far away in the Temple of the Gods, behind the Primordial Celestial Venerable.
A portal to destiny, identical to those in the caves on the island, appeared out of thin air.
Immediately afterwards, a golden dragon, several times thicker than the pillar of India's national destiny, roared and flew out.
With a flash of light, six figures leaped down from the top of the giant dragon's head and bowed in mid-air to the Primordial Celestial Venerable, who stood with his hands behind his back.
Immediately afterwards, Huo Qubing, who was at the forefront, stepped forward, gazing indifferently at the pillar of fortune standing in the very center of the Indian divine realm, and shouted in a deep voice.
"The fate of the Great Xia Dynasty rests here. This humble general, Huo Qubing, has been ordered by the Heavenly Venerable to come and sever this fate!"
As soon as the sound faded, six figures rode on surging torrents of fortune, charging straight toward the pillar of India's national destiny.
Immediately afterwards, the Buddha image relief embedded in the pillar of India's national destiny seemed to come alive, and it swayed and fought with the six heroic spirits.
At the same time that the fates of the two countries were fiercely intertwined and clashed.
Yuanshi Tianzun took a deep breath and took a step forward.
"Next, it's our turn..."
"I'd like to see whether I'll give up first, or whether your Temple of Heaven will be shattered into pieces first!"
His voice was aloof and cold. A moment later, the Primordial Celestial Venerable pinched two fingers together, and the golden threads swirling above the Heavenly Court suddenly surged into his palm.
A surge of primordial power from the Heavenly Court erupted forth, and terrifying pressure swept through the Temple of the Gods, causing even the ancient, immovable temple to develop cracks!
Upon seeing this, the four pairs of arms of the Brahma statue simultaneously rose, and a large, dark purple lotus slowly bloomed from beneath the throne.
Immediately afterwards, an equally terrifying aura of origin poured out.
The two primordial forces clashed and intertwined without reservation above the Indian divine realm!
........
Daxia, an isolated island at sea.
[Night falls] The group sat silently around the campfire.
Just now, Jiang Er learned about what happened in the outside world through the [Spiritual Field].
The Temple of the Gods invaded, and Chennan Pass nearly fell. All the gods of the Great Xia Dynasty mobilized, and nearly a third of the Night Watchmen have already perished...
Each word was like a heavy mountain, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.
"Seven Nights..."
"Give the order."
An Qingyu looked at Lin Qiye's knuckles, which were slightly white from exerting force, and said with a complicated expression.
"Yes, Qiye. Now that all the seniors have left, no one will stop us as long as we are willing."
"Yeah, didn't Brother Gun say that we can end the training camp whenever we want?" Cao Yuan said anxiously.
Hearing this, Lin Qiye took a deep breath, stood up, and looked straight ahead.
turn out to be.......
This is what real intensive training looks like...
"Everyone..."
"We should go!"
.........
Chennan Pass.
Below the 'empty door'.
Sword flashes and chanting fills the air!
Ashura, his face grim, flew backward and retreated.
"Damn it, how can these two mortals be so strong!"
He sensed the chilling killing intent emanating from Zhou Ping, and fear welled up from the bottom of his heart.
It should be noted that before He and Rakshasa entered the fray, those two humans had already killed more than a dozen of these gods.
It's fair to say that if He and Zhou Ping had switched identities, He would absolutely not have been able to put up a fight!
He now deeply regrets it; wouldn't it have been better to let those minor gods be the scapegoats?
Why did I have to get involved myself?
But just as He was lost in thought, the Red Dust Sword Immortal of Great Xia had already drawn his sword and attacked him.
Just kidding, Zhou Ping had finally managed to trick this old guy into coming down here, and he wasn't going to give him a chance to retreat!
Otherwise, all that pretense would have been for nothing!
Not only him, but the Rakshasa, who manifested as purple mist, was also startled.
Although Ye Fan's divine power is somewhat connected to the origin of the Heavenly Temple, the sacred aura emanating from him is the nemesis of gods like them who represent evil.
After this exchange, not only did he not gain any advantage, but Ye Fan also dissipated most of his divine power!
"Ye Fan, we can't hold back any longer! If we drag this out any longer, something unexpected might happen!"
Zhou Ping glanced at Ashura, who looked nervous, and said to Ye Fan in a deep voice.
"I know."
After sheathing his straight sword, Ye Fan showed no excitement on his face.
Although he had the upper hand in the battle against the Rakshasa, he was afraid that he would not be able to kill Him in a short time.
The situation was similar on Zhou Ping's side. Although Asura's overall strength was not strong, he was extremely slippery.
The moment he harbors murderous intent, this sinister Indian deity will transform into a wisp of gray mist and vanish to another location.
It seems we must find a way to break this deadlock!
With this thought in mind, Zhou Pingping held up the [Red Dust] sword, wiped the bloodstains off its pale yellow blade, and said calmly.
"Ye Fan, I will clear the path to the mother beast. You take the opportunity to eliminate those disgusting things!"
"it is good!"
After saying this, Zhou Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, tossed the sword with one hand, gripped it in the other, and gently thrust it forward.
A faint whooshing sound rang out, and at the same time, Ashura, who was not far in front of Zhou Ping, instantly felt his hair stand on end.
The fear emanating from His soul compelled Him to once again employ His life-saving technique.
Just after His figure turned into gray mist and disappeared, the calm sea was suddenly torn apart by a cone-shaped sword mark about 100 meters wide!
The three demigods who didn't have time to react were reduced to ashes by this sword.
【Dugu Nine Swords: Breaking Sword Style】!
This was the first time Zhou Ping had seriously used this supreme sword technique since he ascended to immortality.
It not only contains the true essence of swordsmanship honed over more than a decade, but also the primordial energy of heaven and earth left behind by Li Jie!
At the same time, Ye Fanli clenched his fist.
"drink!"
The golden fist intent surged with the wind, and in no time, the golden fist light, full of compassion, transformed into a pillar of light, pouring towards the gap that Zhou Ping had cut open!
"what!!"
"......"
Accompanied by several screams, two more Hindu minor gods met their tragic ends!
"Damn it!"
As the gray mist gradually solidified around Rakshasa, Asura spat lightly and said with some resentment.
"Set up a defense, don't let those two mortals get close to the mother beast!"
But just as the Hindu gods were preparing to plug the gap created by Zhou Ping, a bright, pure white sword light flashed by!
Ding--!
The resounding sword cry echoed through the heavens and earth, and in an instant, the head of the demigod who stepped into the gap was severed!
"how come!"
Ashura suddenly turned around, his expression both ferocious and somewhat fearful as he looked at Zhou Ping, who was suspended in mid-air and had not yet made a move.
"What the hell did you do?!"
Hearing this, Zhou Ping spread his hands innocently.
"I didn't do it..."
"However, your reaction is correct."
"If he comes, none of you will survive..."
After he finished speaking, his tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed a little.
It seems things will be much easier from now on...
Pulling himself back to his senses, Zhou Ping slowly walked to Ye Fan's side and looked up at the pure white sword light that was about to dissipate in mid-air.
"Senior, time is of the essence, please help me break through the layers of blockade imposed by the Hindu gods!"
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Zhou Ping flicked his hand.
A chilling light appeared above the [Red Dust].
"Can!"
Wow!
Above the sky, the sword light dissipated, and a white-haired youth wearing a black cloak stood proudly upright, riding a flying sword, its three-foot-long blade pointing forward.
In an instant, two mighty sword intents, one black and one white, suddenly erupted!
.........