"Ah! Monster!"
"Run quickly!"
The busiest main street in Wanling Town was filled with screams.
The huge corpse-blood Tai Sui was like a moving mountain of meat, crushing the shops and archways along the way. The merchants and unarmed civilians who usually only made calculations were as fragile as ants in front of this monster with pale mycelium spewing all over its body. People screamed and pushed and fled in all directions.
In the chaos, a five or six-year-old child was pushed to the ground. He fell on the ground in the mess, crying loudly.
The shadow of the giant creature instantly enveloped him. A zombie, half of its body still connected to its mother's body, opened its mouth with no tongue and only a wriggling white thread, and pounced straight on the child.
Lin Qingyang's eyes tightened, he suppressed the surging blood in his chest, an idea suddenly appeared on his fingertips, and he was about to forcefully draw the sword.
At this moment, the gloomy and oppressive sky was suddenly torn apart by an invisible force.
There was no thunder or strong wind. An extremely pure and even dazzling golden light penetrated the thick clouds and projected straight on the crying child.
The zombie that pounced on the child, the moment it touched the edge of the golden light, melted silently into a wisp of smoke like the remaining snow under the scorching sun.
Zixue Taisui seemed to feel some kind of instinctive fear. His huge body shrank suddenly, and more than a dozen thick tentacles were waving wildly, trying to retreat.
Immediately afterwards, the golden light deep in the clouds suddenly condensed, turning into the phantom of a golden giant sword that reached the sky and the earth, and crashed down with huge pressure.
"Buzz--"
The phantom of the giant sword stabbed Zhan Xue Tai Sui directly. The red protective shield that even Cang Mo and the sword formation could not shake was instantly filled with cracks under the golden light, and then completely shattered with a "bang".
Large areas of the golden toad's skin peeled off, and the giant sword penetrated Tai Sui's mother's body without any hindrance.
Countless rays of golden light burst out from Tai Sui's body, and the arrogant mountain of flesh didn't even have room to struggle. It exploded directly in the golden light into fine pieces of flesh and blood. The shadow of the golden sword turned into a golden rain of light and fell down. Before Tai Sui's flesh and blood had even hit the ground, it melted away in the rain of light.
After a while, the raging zombie blood Tai Sui, the pale mycelium on the ground, and the infected zombies all disappeared completely.
If it weren't for the Myriad Spirits Sect collapsed courtyard walls and the ruins all over the street, the catastrophe just now would have been like an illusion.
The crowd who had narrowly escaped death fell into a brief silence.
"Such a strong sword energy..." Yun Zhan looked up at the sky, his eyes full of shock.
Jian Hong was even more breathless. "This... who is this person?"
Lin Qingyang squinted his eyes and raised his head against the dazzling light that had not dissipated.
Cang Mo took half a step forward at this moment, and his tall body quietly blocked the side of Lin Qingyang.
He did not look at the golden light in the sky, but lowered his chin slightly. There was a hint of coldness in Amber's wolf eyes, and he held Howling Moon Saber tightly in his hand. His demonic intuition told him that although this power looked sacred, there was a sense of oppression that made him extremely uncomfortable.
In the golden light, a figure slowly floated down.
It was a man in a plain white robe. His face was like a crown of jade, his sword-shaped eyebrows were like stars, and he was surrounded by a faint golden light. He was holding a simple long sword in his hand, his eyebrows were gentle, his expression was indifferent, and there was even a hint of compassion at the corner of his mouth, looking down on all living beings.
The common people on the street had never seen such a formation before. I don't know who shouted "God has appeared" first. Then, in the blink of an eye, a large group of people who had survived the disaster fell to their knees, kowtowing and worshiping.
The disciples of the Myriad Spirits Sect and Divine Sword Mountain were also stunned on the spot, staring blankly at the man who fell from the sky.
But the moment Lin Qingyang saw that face clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank, and a chill ran down his spine and up to the back of his head.
"Why does he look so familiar?" Su Jingui looked at the man and asked hesitantly.
Jian Hong next to him seemed to have seen a ghost, his eyes widened and his voice trembled. "It's... it's Jiuchen?!"
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding monks instantly exploded.
"Jiuchen? The ancestor of the Nine Skies Sect five hundred years ago?" Yun Zhan was stunned.
Feng Yi was even more shocked and speechless. He looked at the man in the sky and then at his master.
"What he is holding is Nine Heavens Sword." Cang Mo frowned, his eyes swept over the sword, and he turned his head to look at Lin Qingyang.
Lin Qingyang stared at Jiuchen with a pale face, his lips moved, but no sound came out for a long time.
Jiuchen landed slowly in mid-air, ignored everyone's shock, and walked straight to the child.
The child was held up by the golden light. He had stopped crying and was looking at him curiously with his big eyes open.
In the crowd, a woman rolled out and knelt down at Jiuchen's feet, sobbing. "Thank you, God, for saving me! Thank you, God!"
Jiuchen looked calm and put the child back into the woman's arms. Then he turned around and glanced at the monks present.
Facing a legendary figure who had been dead for five hundred years, Jian Hong and Su Jingui froze in place for a moment, not knowing how to react.
"I am Jiuchen." The man's voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, with an ethereal echo, "I have attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven long ago. Now that Human Clan is in trouble, I sent down a wisp of my soul to help you and others quell the disaster."
There was a sudden gasp from the crowd.
"It's Jiuchen God Lord! It's really Jiuchen God Lord!"
"The ancestors are not dead, they have ascended!"
"The Lord God came down to earth to save us!"
After a brief shock, Jian Hong finally came to his senses, held the sword in both hands, bent down deeply, and said in a loud voice, "Divine Sword Mountain leader Jian Hong, pays homage to Jiuchen God Lord!"
Su Jingui also quickly followed suit and saluted. The monks around him all lowered their heads and nodded as if they had just woken up from a dream.
The people all over the street were kowtowing desperately and shouting for blessings from gods.
In the midst of the devout kneeling and worship, Jiuchen's eyes, which were neither sad nor happy, turned slightly, looked across the crowd, and accurately landed on the back.
He didn't look at the kneeling crowd, nor at the excited disciples.
His gaze went straight to Lin Qingyang, who was staring at him in the crowd!
The moment their eyes met across the crowd, Lin Qingyang felt a bone-chilling chill that instantly froze his limbs.
The scattered clues and confusions in my mind suddenly pieced together a chilling truth the moment they touched those eyes.