Chapter 831 Going to war
“Has the divine power of the emperor’s personality finally been filled to 30%?”
In Fang Xi's opened eyes, seven-colored lights flashed past.
Looking inside with his spiritual consciousness, he saw that on the Shinto talisman of the 'Donghua Taimiao Xuanzhen Infinite Evergreen Emperor', a layer of pure white energy had filled nearly one-third of it.
This layer of pure white air is the highest, most noble, and exudes a seven-color halo, which seems to be made of the fusion of seven colors.
“The divine power of the emperor…”
He felt a little bit: "If it is in the divine realm, it is now comparable to the Mahayana... If it is outside the divine realm, relying on the Tower of Faith... maybe it can be called a 'quasi-Mahayana'?"
After all, Fang Xi doesn’t quite understand the specific power of the Shinto.
But fortunately, a fusion of alien races has come for him to experiment with himself.
Fang Xi stood tall, wearing a crown, a flat crown on his head, and twelve strings of pearls hanging down, making his originally young and handsome face look mysterious and majestic.
At this time, my mind moved and I came to a pond.
In the pond, a green dragon, several hundred feet long, was playing leisurely.
When he saw Fang Xi arriving, his fish-like eyes immediately widened, it was Da Qing!
“The fourth level peak…”
“If you are in the outside world, you can overcome the tribulation and achieve the fifth level of divine transformation.”
“Putting it in the realm of earthly immortals would be an embarrassment to me!”
Fang Xi snorted coldly, and was so frightened that Daqing dropped the fish in his mouth and lay on the ground: "Master, spare your life..."
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I just need a mount for my trip."
Fang Xi smiled slightly and said comfortingly.
Daqing couldn't help but sigh after hearing this.
After all, it was almost eaten by Fang Xi.
“It’s just that it’s only level four, and riding out will only make me lose face.”
Fang Xi pointed with his hand, and a Shinto talisman split from the throne of the 'Donghua Taimiao Xuanzhen Infinite Evergreen Emperor'.
Six colors of black, white, red, yellow, green and purple flicker on it, turning into a circle of light.
A purple divine inscription appeared, writing - "Command the Lord of Wind, Rain, Thunder and Powerful Spirit Qiantang"!
This Shinto talisman fell into Daqing's body.
Daqing rolled on the spot and suddenly let out a dragon roar that penetrated the sky!
Then, its size suddenly expanded, reaching over a thousand feet in an instant, and the dragon's body was full of majesty!
Not only that, there are wind, rain, thunder and lightning accompanying it, and it suddenly changes, becoming large and small. When it is large, its size exceeds ten thousand feet, and when it is small, it is like an earthworm...
“Thank you very much for your love, Emperor…”
After a moment, a green-robed dragon king appeared and bowed gratefully to Fang Xi.
“That’s all…”
Fang Xi waved his hand. As long as his status was high enough and he was willing to pay the price, such leapfrog promotions were common.
“It’s just that with the power of incense I have accumulated... I will have to wait at least several decades or even hundreds of years before I can be crowned a Heavenly King.” ’
“Daqing, let’s go!”
He gave a long laugh and let Daqing reveal his true form, standing on the back of the ten thousand feet long green dragon.
Daqing roared again and again, shaking his head and tail as he rushed into a silver vortex.
Over the Black Forest Sea, a ten-thousand-foot-long blue divine dragon suddenly appeared, full of majesty.
“This is...a seventh-order dragon?!”
“No…it seems to be the power of Shinto.”
When the old dragon dragon from the demon tribe saw this scene, his eyes couldn't help but widen.
Especially when he saw the majestic figure standing on the dragon head with his hands behind his back, he felt an indescribable powerful fluctuation of divine power, and his expression suddenly changed: "Ancestor of the Mahayana period?!"
"found it."
The Shinto incarnation opened his closed eyes, locked on a certain place, and stepped with his right foot.
The dragon's roar in the sky is shocking!
With the roar, Daqing was like a blue hurricane, sweeping away somewhere.
“Come on, let’s have a drink!”
Seeing this scene, Fang Xi raised his glass again and looked at the foreign envoys with different expressions, with a smile on his face.
…
The edge of the Hessian Sea.
A terrifying jet-black spiritual ship is suspended in mid-air.
On this spiritual ship, the deck glowed with an inexplicable fine iron color, and a large number of runes were engraved on the surface.
The ferocious muzzles are controlled by many black-armored puppets, looking like an extremely armed iron hedgehog.
“The Tiangong Clan’s ‘Mangze Battleship’ is indeed extraordinary. Just this one battleship consumes a lot of its heritage. Is it comparable to a seventh-level mid-grade existence?”
An old man wearing a brown robe with an ancient face stepped on the deck with his left foot, and a trace of satisfaction appeared on his face: "The main material is black black iron wood that is one hundred thousand years old. It is really rare, rare..."
“There’s nothing better than Cha Lao.”
A middle-aged fat man in an apricot yellow robe next to him said with a smile: "Cha Lao is a member of the Qingmu tribe, and his true form is still the famous 'Immortal Tea Tree'. His lifespan is so long that even the ancestors of the Stone Tribe will probably die." Isn’t it worse?”
He is actually also a fusion cultivation level, and he has reached the middle stage of fusion, and he is exactly ‘Xing Yuanzi’.
Among them are the ‘Celestial Barbarians’ who are more than one foot tall and wearing strange dark blue leather armor, the ‘Water Tribe’ whose body is like a ball of water, and the ‘Fire Tribe’ whose real fire is constantly changing. The only similarity is probably that their mana and aura fluctuate around the combined level.
“Xing Yuanzi, where are the blood demon ancestors of the demon clan?”
A man from the 'Earth Centipede Tribe', whose upper body was humanoid but whose lower body was the shape of a ferocious centipede, asked.
The expression of the middle-aged man in yellow robe changed, and he continued: "The blood demon fellow of the demon tribe has already sent a message to me... He will lurk aside and take action at the right time. With his perfect cultivation, it will be difficult for any fused monk. Resistant."
“Hehe... Even though the ancestor of the Blood Demon has a high level of cultivation, he is very afraid of death... Also, that person’s magical power of reducing life span is almost his nemesis. After all, he is already quite old...”
The combined monk of the Fire Tribe sneered and revealed the old background of the Blood Demon Ancestor.
“Ahem…you can’t say that.”
Xing Yuanzi coughed lightly: "We join forces, and with all the backgrounds of all races, even Mahayana monks can fight... The Blood Demon Ancestor is just another backup method."
“Hey, I’m also quite interested in the human race’s Shinto system.”
A foreigner shrouded in black mist, with a bird's beak opening and closing.
After saying this, the eyes of all the combined monks became a little dark and uncertain.
Although the benefits were distributed before the war, if someone died during the war, all previous divisions would naturally be nullified.
However, they are very confident about winning the final victory.
After all, they are the final fusion of various races, and they have used all their trump cards.
Even Mahayana monks...
At this moment, a divine thought came across the sky and locked all these combined monks.
Then, a dragon roar came from the sky!
The wind and rain are gathering, and the thunder is flashing!
A green dragon that is ten thousand feet long appears, already carrying a hint of the power of a real dragon!
What is even more frightening is that above Qinglong’s head, there is a figure of a young **** standing with his hands behind his back.
“Mahayana period?!”
Xing Yuanzi screamed, feeling vaguely that he had made a big mistake.
“Correct answer, but unfortunately there is no reward... None of the monks present today can even think of running away.”
Fang Xi smiled slightly and stretched out her right hand.
In the void, a halo of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple colors emerged. The majestic divine power suppressed all directions and came through the sky with great force.
Poof!
A huge golden hand appeared out of thin air and grabbed the Tiangong clan's battleship, using its five fingers to exert force.
Click!
With this grab, the Tiangong Clan’s spiritual ship, which was said to be comparable to a monk in the middle stage of integration, instantly shattered.
The hundred-thousand-year-old black iron wood screamed sadly, and the restrictions and lines shattered. It was impossible to withstand this big hand.
boom!
Fang Xi smiled indifferently, and the golden palm exploded instantly, turning into infinite divine flames and sweeping across the entire sky!
A few piercing screams could be heard faintly in the raging flames.
Then, several alien fusions fell directly into the flames, and even the Soul Nascent Soul could not escape. Among them, there was a half-human, half-centipede fusion that directly turned into a torch...
This is the power of the Divine Emperor and the Immortal Mahayana!
“He is actually a Mahayana monk!”
Countless water flows in the body of the water tribe are rushing and turbulent, making it appear extremely unsettled.
She screamed loudly, and five formation flags of different colors immediately appeared in her hand. Accompanied by the sound of a spell, the five formation flags flew out and turned into a large five-color cloud... This was the countermeasure they had already discussed.
But no one knew at that time that the enemy was actually not a fusion, but a Mahayana monk!
"go!"
The combined hands of the Shui tribe made a secret gesture, and talismans flew out one after another and were attached to the five-color flags.
Five-colored clouds and mist rolled in, and a full semi-immortal weapon-level spiritual pressure erupted, shrouding Fang Xi.
But in an instant, the clouds and mists showed signs of splitting, as if a sun was about to break out!
"Quick! Even if I use the secret talisman to forcibly upgrade this treasure to the eighth level, I can't stop a Mahayana for long."
The combined voice of the Shui tribe was fierce: "If we cannot capture this person today, we will all die without a burial place!"
Xing Yuanzi knew in her heart that the words of Shui tribe fusion were quite correct.
Even if you escape with your life today, where will you be able to escape in the future?
There are still hundreds of years until Skyfall Island descends to the border!
With a sweep of his consciousness, he saw that several fellow Taoists from the fusion tribe had died. In addition to the fusion from the water tribe, the survivors also included the fusion from the fire tribe, Cha Lao, the ancestor of the Tianman tribe and Granny Crow hidden in the black mist.
At this time, the armor of the fused monk from the Tianman tribe was completely shattered, revealing his wild and majestic chest. He looked at Fang Xi's position with fear in his eyes.
“Today either you die or I die!”
Xing Yuanzi roared angrily, and an khaki short spear appeared in his hand.
He kept chanting curses, and a puff of yellow light was released from the khaki short spear.
"Fight!"
The fire clan roared together and turned into a scorching fire dragon. The blazing temperature seemed to melt the void.
Cha Lao said nothing, but a strange tree texture appeared on the surface of his skin.
As he transformed into a dead tree, his body became taller and thinner, and when his five fingers were put together, he actually carried such great power that even the void screamed.
This tea master turned out to be a foreign body refiner!
(End of this chapter)