Bai Haorui stood there, closed his eyes, put the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, pinched Acala Seal, and said Nine-Syllable Mantra in his mouth, "Lin, soldiers, fights, all, array, array, advance, row!"
After reciting the nine words, the pale gold Lotus Seal between his brows shone slightly, and a soft golden light spread out. The waves of the blood sea retreated instantly like ice and snow melting, and the surrounding illusions were shattered, turning back to the Black Stone Arena. And Manibhadra was taking advantage of his "breaking illusion" to attack his vitals with six weapons.
Bai Haorui seemed to have expected it. He stood up from the ground and drew a circle with the mahogany sword in front of him. "Prairie Fire Form" came out, and countless tiny True Fire sparks spread out from the sword body, like a fire net, covering the bottom.
Manibhadra's six weapons hit the fire net at the same time. King Kong's pestle and trident were instantly stained with True Fire, causing him to shrink his hands.
He didn't expect this person to break his illusion so quickly, and was stunned for a moment.
In just this moment, Bai Haorui had fallen down, and the peach wood sword pierced the middle face between his eyebrows.
Manibhadra hurriedly used the lasso to block it, and the lasso wrapped around the mahogany sword. His other four hands took the opportunity to attack Bai Haorui's limbs and heart.
"Five Emperors suppress evil and destroy it!"
Bai Haorui made a secret with his left hand, and the Five Emperor Coins that he had withdrawn flew out again, and five copper coins with golden light hit his five arms respectively. "Bang bang bang bang bang" five crisp sounds, Manibhadra All five arms of were shaken open, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground. He held a short knife in his remaining hand and stabbed Bai Haorui on the waist, opening a deep wound that could see the bone.
Blood seeped out instantly, staining the black combat uniform red.
Bai Haorui groaned, but instead of retreating, he advanced forward. Taking advantage of the opponent's stabbing force, he sent the mahogany sword forward. The blade of the sword was wrapped with the most condensed life True Fire, and pierced Manibhadra's chest. Purple-gold flames rushed in along the wound, burning along the meridians all the way to the godhead.
Manibhadra let out a scream, with painful expressions on all three faces, and his body began to collapse little by little. In the end, he also turned into a blue-black godhead, and was held by Bai Haorui in his hand.
Bai Haorui covered the wound on his waist and staggered back a few steps. His face was pale and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
He half-knelt down while holding the mahogany sword, as if he was seriously injured. In fact, True Fire in his dantian was rapidly refining the second godhead. True Gang was a bit thicker than before. The wound on his waist was also slowly healing under the nourishment of True Fire.
The third game is also the most difficult one.
When the light beam lit up, the temperature of the entire arena dropped, and the air was filled with the smell of antiseptic spices and corpse odor. A god with a wolf head and human body came out, wrapped in linen bandages, holding a bronze sickle inlaid with gems in his hand, his eyes were turbid yellow, and he was surrounded by ice. The cold air of the undead. This is the deputy of Egypt, the guiding god of the underworld, Wepwawet, Anubis, who specializes in guarding the dead and tombs. The cold air of the underworld that he controls can freeze living souls and corrode meridians. He is the top existence in the power of evil.
"Mortal, your soul has returned to the underworld." Wepwawet spoke, his voice was like gravel rubbing against each other, hoarse and unpleasant.
He raised his hand and waved, and the gray-white cold air of the underworld surged over like a tide. Wherever it passed, the black stone ground was covered with a layer of white frost. The cold air was filled with the howls of countless dead souls, and could directly freeze a person's soul.
Bai Haorui did not dare to be careless, and the purple-gold True Fire shield was raised all over the body to keep out the cold air. Three Altars Pure Yang True Fire is the most yang and strong, and is the nemesis of the power of yin and cold. When the cold air hits the True Fire shield, it makes a "sizzling" sound and turns into white mist.
Wepwawet Seeing that the cold air was blocked, he rushed over with a bronze sickle.
The sickle is wrapped in a thick layer of cold air from the underworld, and even the air can freeze during the chop.
Bai Haorui waved his sword to meet him, the mahogany sword and the sickle collided together, True Fire and the cold air exploded instantly, and white mist filled the entire arena.
One god and another, they fought quickly in the white mist. Wepwawet's sickle was vicious, targeting joints and meridians. The cold air was pervasive, always trying to penetrate Bai Haorui's body along the blade.
Bai Haorui's swordsmanship is steady, Three-Five Evil-Slaying Talisman's moves are shining with light and can't move away from the opponent's divine vital points, True Fire protects the sword body, not letting the cold air invade even half a minute.
After playing dozens of rounds, Wepwawet gradually became impatient.
He backed away suddenly, opened his wolf mouth, and spit out a gray-black Hades Pearl.
The Mingzhu was suspended in the air, emitting a stronger cold air. The ground of the arena was instantly covered with thick ice, and even the soles of Bai Haorui's shoes were frozen on the ice.
"Underworld Ice Seal."
The cold air surged instantly, pressing down like real substance. Bai Haorui's True Fire shield was constantly shrinking under the pressure, and the purple-gold light became increasingly dim. There was frost on his eyelashes, and his face became paler and paler, as if he could no longer hold on.
Wepwawet showed a proud look and walked over slowly, raising the sickle to chop off his head.
The moment the sickle fell, Bai Haorui opened his eyes suddenly.
"Three Altars Body Refinement, True Fire Po Yin!"
He shouted low, and the True Gang in his dantian was running wildly, and all the power accumulated from refining the two godheads exploded out. The True Fire around him instantly surged, purple-gold flames soared into the sky, the ice melted instantly, and the cold air was burned away.
Wepwawet was caught off guard and was hit by True Fire's wave, and the bandage on his chest instantly ignited.
Bai Haorui broke through the ice and all the runes on the peach wood sword lit up. He poured all the True Gang in his body into the sword body and thrust out with one strike.
This sword was fast and accurate, directly penetrating Wepwawet's chest and stabbing the godhead in his wolf head's chest.
"No--!"
Wepwawet let out a shrill wolf howl, and his body melted rapidly in Pure Yang True Fire. Finally, a godhead with the cold air of the underworld fell down, and was caught in Bai Haorui's hand.
After three rounds of fighting, Bai Haorui seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. He knelt on one knee on the ground with his mahogany sword propped on the ground, gasping for air. No part of his combat uniform was intact from top to bottom. The wounds were crisscrossed, and the blood soaked into the fabric. It dripped on the black stone ground along his fingertips, spreading blood flowers. Anyone who looked at it would feel that he had run out of energy and would collapse at any time.
But only Bai Haorui himself knows how much he has gained after these three games.
Each of the three godheads of the main god-level attendant contains extremely rich Power of Faith. At this moment, the three godheads are in his dantian, being slowly refined by Three Altars Pure Yang True Fire. The pure energy spreads along the meridians, nourishing the limbs and bones.
The True Gang in the Dantian is expanding crazily.
The barrier that was originally stuck on Late Stage of Refining Qi into Gang was suddenly broken through by this huge force. True Gang advanced all the way, directly reaching the peak of Refining Qi into Gang.
True Gang rushes through the meridians, like a river flowing into the sea, with mighty force, carrying the sound of wind and thunder as it moves.
His physical body has been repeatedly tempered by the power of the godhead, and its strength has increased several times compared to before entering. There is a faint golden light flowing under the skin.
The hidden wounds left by the previous battle with Michael's projection were completely healed under the dual nourishment of the power of the godhead and Pure Yang True Fire, without leaving even a trace.
The meridians have doubled in width, and True Gang operates several times smoother than before.
The mahogany sword in his hand has absorbed more than a dozen rays of divinity. The Three-Five Evil-Slaying Talisman patterns on the sword are several times brighter than before. There seems to be flames flowing in the rune patterns, and its power is greatly increased.
The talisman chain Five Emperor Coins was strung around his waist. It was also touched by the divine light and became more solid. The runes on the copper coins became a little clearer.
Peak of Refining Qi into Gang. It's only one step away from the next level.
Bai Haorui sat cross-legged in the middle of the arena, with his eyes closed, assuming a breathing posture, pretending to recover from his injuries. In fact, his Divine Sense had spread out, exploring along the boundary of the different space, looking for the weakest point in the space.
He could feel that the fluctuations of divine power outside were getting more and more chaotic.
There were originally seven or eight main gods who maintained the alien space, but now there are only three or four left. The remaining powers are gathered in the direction of the banquet hall, as if they are discussing some important matter. The power to maintain the space is much weaker than before.
The time is coming soon.
What frightened him even more was that an extremely terrifying evil aura was rapidly approaching the hotel from a distance.
That aura was cold, arrogant, and carried the pressure to destroy everything. It was more than ten times stronger than the previous projection of Michael. It was like a mountain that could make people breathless even across space.
It's Lucifer.
This alien space must be broken as soon as possible.
Bai Haorui stood up slowly, holding the peach wood sword in his palm with a slight exertion on his fingertips.
He did not take action immediately, but closed his eyes again, Divine Sense firmly locked on the evil aura that was getting closer and closer, calculating the opponent's distance and speed.
He is waiting.
Wait for the moment Lucifer steps into the hotel, wait for all the main gods' attention to be attracted by Lucifer, and wait for the power to maintain the different space to reach the lowest point, then attack with all your strength and break out of the boundary.
Close.
Closer.
The evil aura has already arrived at the door of the hotel.
That's it now!
Bai Haorui opened his eyes suddenly, and the purple-gold fire flashed in his eyes.
He poured all the True Gang in his body into the mahogany sword, and the blade lit up with a dazzling purple-gold light, and even the Lotus Seal between his eyebrows also lit up dazzlingly.
"Three Altars True Fire, cut through the void!"
With a clear shout, he held the sword with both hands and struck out with all his strength.
A purple-gold Fire Dragon Sword Qi that was dozens of feet long soared into the sky, carrying the power of pure Yang that destroyed the heaven and earth, and struck the sky of the alien space fiercely.
"Click--"
A crisp sound like shattering glass spread throughout the space. A huge gap opened in the gray sky, and outside the gap was the ceiling of the hotel basement. Purple-gold firelight leaked out from the gap, illuminating half of the night sky.
Then, the second sword, and the third sword.
Bai Haorui slashed three swords in a row, using all his strength with each sword. The gap became wider and wider, and finally shattered. The entire alien space turned into light spots all over the sky and dissipated like a broken mirror.
Bai Haorui's figure fell from the air and stood firmly on the ground in the basement.
When Dean, Sam and Castiel were pushed into the banquet hall, there was a lot of noise inside.
In the huge banquet hall, the long table fell to the ground, the wine glasses were broken on the floor, and more than a dozen old gods stood in front of the high platform, their faces not very good-looking. On the chair on the high platform, Gabriel was pressed on the shoulders by two gods, with blood at the corners of his mouth, his hair was messy, and his expensive suit was wrinkled, looking very embarrassed.
Kali stood in front of him, holding a silver-edged dagger in his hand, the blade glowing with cold light.
Dean's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously lowered his voice and asked Sam next to him, "Do you think we still have hope?"
Sam said nothing, just shook his head and frowned even more tightly.
"Ha, what a surprise." Kali sneered, his eyes swept over the two brothers who were escorted in, and his voice raised a few points so that the whole audience could hear, "The God of trickery? Loki? You were all deceived by him. He is not a Northern Europe god at all, he is the Archangel--Gabriel."
As soon as the words fell, the whole place was in an uproar.
The gods all had expressions of shock and anger on their faces, and voices whispered to each other one after another.
"Okay, okay, I have wings, okay." Gabriel was like a broken can, his tone became careless again, and he even tilted his head, "It's like a pad, what's wrong with having wings? But what I said about Lucifer is true. You can't beat him at all."
"He is a spy!" Baldur spoke sharply and slapped the broken pillar next to him. This Northern Europe god of light was extremely handsome, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a spotless white robe. His face was full of anger at this moment, "Angels are all the same! They are all here to destroy our world!"
"I'm not a spy." Gabriel raised his voice, struggled a little, and pressed his hands tighter on his shoulders, "I'm a deserter. I'm here to save you. I know my brother, Kali, he can scare the shit out of you. You can't win against him. I've seen the ending in advance, your ending is not ours."
"Westerners." Kali slammed the tabletop of the high platform, with suppressed anger in his voice, and his chest heaved violently, "I really admire your arrogance. Do you think you are the only civilization on earth? With God's Burning, killing and looting in the name, but you are not the only religion, and he is not the only god. Now you want to tear the entire planet into pieces? You are wrong. We have billions of believers, and we came to this world thousands of years before you. If anyone wants to end this world - it can only be me."
Her words were loud and clear, carrying the dignity and bloodiness of the old gods.
This isn't arrogance, it's hers
Bottom line.
She can die, but she must not watch her world and her faith be destroyed by the Apocalypse of the Western God.
This is a civilized struggle. Even if the earthworm shakes the tree, it will never bow its head.
After saying that, she raised the silver-edged dagger in her hand and pointed it at Gabriel's chest.
Gabriel looked at her, the previous joking in his eyes was gone, only complicated. He opened his mouth and said softly, "I'm sorry."
The dagger stabbed in hard.
Gabriel groaned, his head dropped, his body stopped moving, and his long hair covered his face.
Sam took a deep breath, and Dean also clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.