In the sky of the Holy City, silver rain of blood was falling, and the blood of God seemed to be infinite. It kept sprinkling, and the wind roared, shocking everyone. They were speechless and fell into silence.
"God is dead, how could this happen?"
"The gods were killed by the demons of Middle-earth. What happened to this world?"
"How could the omnipotent God die? How could he be defeated? Everything is an illusion."
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There were bursts of crying in the holy city, and the devout believers were heartbroken and unbelievable. No matter what age, there are many crazy believers. Their world seems to have collapsed, and it is difficult to accept this fact and cannot bear it.
However, most of the monks in the Holy City are quite calm and use silence to cover up the shock in their hearts. The old monks will not cry even if they have faith, because after reaching a certain level, they all understand the origin of the so-called gods.
"The heretic devil, 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. He just shook the dragon gun in his hand, and the holy power was like an abyss, like a dark cloud, and the sky and the earth dimmed instantly, covering the earth below. These people all exploded and turned into dozens of blood mist.
Yan Kuan jumped up to the central temple, looked down at the dense crowd of figures below, sat cross-legged and began to recite the "Lingbao Salvation Sutra". I have to say that this chapter is truly the supreme inheritance of the Ju Na faith, with endless wonderful uses.
, specializes in cultivating believers of this type of obsessive belief.
Yan Kuan used his powerful Taoist deeds to support the profound principles of the scriptures, and also used his powerful spiritual consciousness to intervene and influence the spirit of reality, and began to save all sentient beings in the Holy City.
The believers of the three Western religions themselves have faith in their hearts. Under the wonderful use of "The Book of Saviors", the gods 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 firm beliefs could barely resist the "Book of Saviors", but no matter how they fled, they could not get out of the Holy City, and in the end they could only be converted into believers of Yan Kuan.
There was peace in the 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 the sound of Taoism and Yan Kuan's sermon. This place became a paradise.
This peaceful atmosphere lasted for three days, when suddenly a powerful wave of divine energy came from the horizon. The two remaining kings of the Yu clan finally received the unfortunate news and came to the Holy City from the mysterious place in the west.
"Human, you dare to blaspheme the gods."
The majesty of the sky is deafening, rumbling from afar. Two rays of holy light shoot straight into the sky. Located in the center of the light source are two majestic figures, wearing crowns, as if they are ancient emperors, inviolable, sacred and
The majesty is boundless.
Yan Kuan looked from a distance and saw auspicious songs ringing in the sky, and the holy light shining, as if the gods were coming. These two were more powerful than the dead king. They were probably in the middle of the Dao Killing King. They seemed to have some secret treasure on them.
A very dangerous smell emanates.
"The spiritual body gathers faith and creates a body of faith in the gods. The cultivation level is even higher than mine. It's just a good time to use these two guys to measure the strength of my spiritual body."
As soon as Yan Kuan thought, a spiritual body of faith appeared with divine light lingering all over its body. It was crystal clear and shone with divine light. It looked more like a god than the two outside.
The five-color brilliance appeared in the spirit body, and the five-color sacred tree obtained from Penglai Fairyland was sacrificed and turned into a Shinto sacred instrument. It gathered the beliefs of the three religions and had a cultivation level exceeding Yan Kuan. This spirit body, which has reached the king level, transformed into a divine rainbow and rushed out, with
An ancient king of the Yu clan fights together.
"Today I want you, the so-called gods, to be removed from the Ancestral Star."
With Yan Kuan's dragon spear in hand, he faced another king of the Yu clan. Four figures fought in the sky, and the slayer-level divine power tore through the void.
Yan Kuan's expedition to the west was to establish his power and intimidate him, as well as to hone himself, so he did not use the power of the holy weapons too much, but only used it to smooth the gap in cultivation between the two sides.
These three kings of the Ancient Feather Clan are not weak in cultivation, but they rely on bloodline potential and belief improvement, and their foundations are frivolous.
Although Yan Kuan also lacked tempering, his cultivation was truly cultivated. Although he also improved through taking drugs, the quality of the drugs he took was high enough. Nine Lives and Nine Deaths and the Tempering Body of Heavenly Tribulation were real tempering.
, so it has little impact on the foundation.
In this comparison, Yan Kuan himself has an advantage. After several battles, his potential has been discovered. However, the more he fights, the braver he becomes. He explores the potential in his body between battles and improves it to the level of extreme power. His combat effectiveness is also comparable.
Beyond the level.
"ah……"
Screams resounded in the sky, and the king of the Yu clan who was fighting Yan Kuan was shot through the heart, and a bunch of blood flowers poured down like heavy rain.
The brilliance of the five-color holy tree circulated, and another king of the Yu clan, who was frightened by the death of his brother, leaked a flaw and was directly suppressed by the holy tree and fell to the ground.
Yan Kuan's figure turned into a rainbow light, and the dead king of the Yu clan and the living one were swept away by the five-color holy light, and disappeared into the central temple with the rainbow light.
The majestic shrine is filled with holy glow, with auspicious spiritual birds flying around, and ancient vines crawling beside it. It is quiet and natural. This is the residence of the gods. Yan Kuan is now the true god respected by the three religions, so naturally it is also here.
It became his temple.
Yan Kuan carried the dead Yu 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 off 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 can refine more on his own.
The emperor's flame swallowed up the living king of the Yu clan, and everything he knew turned into a ball of light and shadow, refined by Yan Kuan. The ancient Yu clan's scripture inheritance and various magical powers and secrets were all in his heart.
Circulate, take the essence, remove the dross, and turn it into the foundation of Yan Kuan.
He used the Emperor's Flame to refine the three king's corpses, and refined all the flesh and blood essence into three balls of silver blood. He further refined the silver blood to the extreme, and finally obtained wisps of silver blood flames.
Yan Kuan used the Burning Jue to absorb the flames, and after refining half of the silver blood, he obtained a king-level silver fire, and the Burning Jue also evolved to a considerable extent.
He did not continue to refine the fire with the remaining silver blood. This approach was too wasteful and had no benefit other than strengthening the fire. The key was to slowly cultivate and strengthen the fire.
Purple light appeared beside him, and the Divine Mark Purple Gold Pagoda was ready to capture the Divine Mark scriptures. The Emperor Flame began to trace the traces of time and space again, "The Ancient Feather Clan, let me see what earth-shattering magical powers the ancestors of this clan have.