In the sky of Holy City, silver blood rain was falling, and the blood of God was like Wuliang. It kept sprinkling, and the dark wind roared, shocking everyone. They were speechless and speechless.
"God is dead, how could this happen?"
"God was killed by the demon Central Land. What happened to this world?"
"How could the omnipotent God die? How could he be defeated? Everything is an illusion."
There were bursts of crying within Holy City, and the devout believers were heartbroken and unbelievable. No matter in any era, there are many fanatical believers. Their world seems to have collapsed, and they find it difficult to accept this fact and cannot bear it.
However, Holy City Most of the monks were quite calm and used silence to cover up the shock in their hearts. Old monks would not cry even if they had faith, because after reaching a certain level, they all understood the origin of the so-called gods.
"Heretic Great Demon, let's kill him together..."
The faith of a group of fanatical believers collapsed and they rushed towards Yan Kuan, shouting like crazy, but there were not as many responders as expected.
Yan Kuan didn't even look at them, just shook Dragon Spear in his hand, Holy Might was like an abyss, like a dark cloud pressing over the top, the sky and the earth instantly dimmed, covering the earth below. These people all exploded and turned into dozens of blood mist.
Yan Kuan jumped up to Central Temple, looked down at the densely packed figures below, sat cross-legged and began to recite "Lingbao Salvation Scripture". I have to say that this chapter is really the supreme inheritance of the Ju Na faith, with endless magical uses, specifically to educate believers who are obsessed with this kind of faith.
Yan Kuan used his own Great Ability Cultivation to bless the profound principles of scriptures and influence the spirit of reality with his powerful spiritual intervention, and began to realize All Beings within Holy City.
The believers of Western Three Religions themselves have faith in their hearts. Under the magical effect of "Scripture of Salvation", the Divine Being in their hearts gradually turned into the shape of Yan Kuan.
"Magic Sutra, this is a magic sutra. Don't listen to it. Run away quickly."
Some people with strong beliefs can barely resist "Scripture of Salvation", but no matter how they run away, they can't get out of Holy City, and in the end they can only be converted into believers of Yan Kuan.
There was peace in Holy City, and those who had fled to the temples of various religions to seek shelter also came out. All the figures sat on the ground devoutly and listened to Dao Sound and Yan Kuan's sermons. The place became a Western Paradise.
This peaceful atmosphere lasted for three days, and suddenly there was a powerful wave of divine energy coming from the horizon. The remaining two King of the Yu clan finally got the unfortunate news and killed Holy City from the mysterious place in the west.
"Human, how dare you blaspheme the gods."
The power of the sky is mighty and deafening, rumbling from afar. Two Holy Light shot straight into the sky. Located in the center of the light source were two majestic figures, wearing crowns, as if they were ancient emperors, inviolable, sacred and majestic.
Yan Kuan looked from afar and saw auspicious songs ringing in the sky, Holy Light shining all over the sky, as if Divine Being had descended. These two were more powerful than the dead King. Probably in the middle of Dao-Slaying King, there seemed to be some kind of Secret Treasure on his body, and there was a very dangerous aura emanating from him.
"Spiritual Body gathers faith and forges the body of a god of faith. His cultivation level is even higher than mine. It would be a good time to use these two guys to measure my Divine Embodiment strength."
Yan Kuan As soon as his mind moved, a faith Spiritual Body, surrounded by divine light, appeared. His whole body was crystal clear and illuminated by divine light. He was more like a god than the two outside.
Divine Embodiment emerged with five-color brilliance, Five-Colored Sacred Tree obtained from the Penglai Immortal Realm was sacrificed and became Shinto Sacred Artifact, gathering the faith of Three Religions, and its cultivation level exceeded Yan Kuan, the Divine Embodiment whose body has reached the King level, transformed into a Divine Radiance and rushed out, fighting with a Ancient Feather Clan King.
"Today I want you so-called God Clan to be removed from Ancestral Star."
Yan Kuan Dragon Spear is in hand, facing another Feather Clan King, four Dao Body shadows fight in the sky, Severing Dao level of divine power tears the void apart.
Yan Kuan Western Campaign In order to establish power and intimidate, but also to hone oneself, Saint Weapon power was not used too much, it was only used to smooth the gap in cultivation between the two sides.
The cultivation of these three Ancient Feather Clan and King is not weak, but they rely on bloodline potential and belief improvement, and their foundation is frivolous.
Although Yan Kuan also lacked training, his cultivation was achieved through real training. Although it was also improved through taking drugs, the quality of the drugs he took was high enough. Nine Deaths and Nine Lives and Heavenly Tribulation's body tempering was real training, so it had little impact on the foundation.
In this comparison, Yan Kuan himself has an advantage. After several battles, his potential was discovered. However, he became more and more courageous as he fought. He discovered the potential in his body between battles and improved it to the level of Supreme Great Power. His combat effectiveness was also beyond the standard.
"Ah..."
Screams resounded through the sky, and Feather Clan King, who was fighting Yan Kuan, was shot through the heart, and a large string of blood poured down like heavy rain.
Five-Colored Sacred Tree's brilliance flowed, and the other Feather Clan King was frightened by the death of his brother and leaked a flaw, and was directly suppressed by Sacred Tree and fell to the ground.
The figure of Yan Kuan turned into a rainbow light. The dead Feather Clan King and the living one were swept away by the five-color Holy Light, and disappeared into Central Temple with the rainbow light.
The majestic shrine is filled with holy glow, with auspicious spiritual birds flying around, and ancient vines crawling around it, making it peaceful and natural. This is the residence of the gods. Yan Kuan is now the true god that Three Religions respects, so this place has naturally become his temple.
Yan Kuan carried the dead Feather Clan King to the depths of the temple, where there was another Yu Clan corpse hanging upside down. You could see a Jade Altar below his head, filled with silver Divine Blood.
"Human, human, whatever you want to do, I will tell you whatever you want. Spare me, I still have... no, no..."
Yan Kuan casually took down the Yu Clan divine corpse, then hung up another one, and then began to cook the living one. This naturally frightened the living one, but Yan Kuan was not interested in anything he said, because he could refine more on his own.
Empyrean Flame swallowed up the living Feather Clan King, and everything he knew turned into a ball of light and shadow, refined by Yan Kuan, Ancient Feather Clan's scripture inheritance and various magical powers Secret Art, all circulated in his heart, taking their essence and removing their dross, turning them into the foundation of Yan Kuan.
He used Empyrean Flame to refine three King corpses, and refined all the flesh and blood essence into three balls of Silver Blood. He further refined Silver Blood to the extreme, and finally obtained wisps of Silver Blood flames.
Yan Kuan ran Flame Mantra to absorb the flames, and after refining half of the ball of Silver Blood, he got a ball of King level silver bright Fire Seed, and Flame Mantra also evolved to a considerable extent.
He did not continue to refine Fire Seed with the remaining Silver Blood. This approach was too wasteful and had no benefit other than strengthening Fire Seed. The key was to slowly cultivate and strengthen Fire Seed.
Purple light appeared next to him, Divine Mark Purple-Gold Pagoda was preparing to capture the sacred trace scriptures, and Empyrean Flame started to trace the traces of time and space again, "Ancient Feather Clan, let me see what earth-shattering magical powers the ancestors of this family have Secret Art."