Spirit Realm Walker

"Heavenly Fire Comes to the World!"

The hot-tempered Gang Leader Duan took the lead in attacking, opening his arms, and a thick pillar of fire shot up from his body, shooting straight into the sky.

Pillars of fire burst into the night sky, dyeing the clouds with magnificent red glow, and the entire country was illuminated by the firelight.

Immediately, bolides broke through the clouds and descended on the official roads and wilderness outside the city. The fire from heaven descended into the world, which was a spectacular sight.

Tuoba Guanghe let the fireball hit him and refused to avoid it. He said coldly: "It's a small trick."

Occasionally, a fireball would hit him, and the damage caused would be nothing more than a black patch of burning skin, which would heal within a breath.

Fu Qingyang pressed lightly with his index finger, and Gang Leader Duan, whose body was burning with flames, swooped towards Tuoba Guanghe like a marionette.

Xiao Yuan drew her hands in the void, condensing the Dharma table, and stood the scarecrow that transformed into Gang Leader Duan on the table. She made seals with her hands, lowered her head, and muttered something like entering a temple to worship the Buddha.

The palace owner let go of her singing voice and sang a passionate song.

The flames on the main body of the Duan Gang suddenly rose.

The muscles in Tuoba Guanghe's back bulged, and the energy rolled into his eight arms, turned into fists, and suddenly exploded.

"boom!"

The eight fists hit the swooping leader Duan, tearing him into thousands of streams of fire.

Gang Leader Duan appeared silently behind Tuoba Guanghe, his palms pressed against the knotted muscles, his back glowing with metallic luster.

With Tuoba's illustrious personality, he didn't notice the enemy attacking behind him immediately.

Madoka's prayers concealed Huo Xing's movements and ensured that Gang Leader Duan's attack would be successful.

With her dominant status, the success rate of such small details can be guaranteed, but if it involves the outcome of a war, it will definitely be ineffective.

"Crack, click, click."

White frost condensed on Tuoba Guanghe's back and spread quickly.

Steal fire!

The master-level fire master's ability can steal substantial flames and insubstantial flames, the latter representing "temperature".

Gang leader Duan stole the temperature from Tuoba Guanghe's body and froze his internal organs.

After succeeding, Gang Leader Duan immediately retreated and would never stay with Tuoba Guanghe for a long time.

Although the fire master has strong confidence in close combat, it would be a different matter if the enemy is a grand master-level ancient war god.

"Kaka."

Tuoba Guanghe's body was stiff, and his joints seemed to be filled with lead.

Seizing the opportunity, Fu Qingyang, who was blessed by singing, transformed into a sharp sword light and rushed out. The sword finger stabbed Tuoba Guanghe's chest, where there was a crisp sound of the hard carapace breaking.

The steel-like muscles burst into spiderweb-like gaps.

Tuoba Guanghe's eyes widened, blood rushing through his veins like a river, dispelling the chill. At this moment, starlight lit up behind him.

Princess Yinyao, who had been prepared for a long time, walked out of the starlight, and a deep, black smoke-like Yin Qi surged behind her.

Spirit-sealing talismans rushed out of the Yin Qi and hit Tuoba Guanghe's back like a torrential rain. Accompanied by the thunderous drums, the thinking of the No. 1 warrior in the North, who had just resolved the cold, suddenly became sluggish.

It feels like I just woke up from a hangover, with a headache, dizziness, and difficulty moving.

This feeling is not serious, but it is not light either. After all, the spirit-sealing talisman is one of the core abilities of the spirit, and the strength of the bewitching demon in terms of spiritual body is quite satisfactory, not as powerful as the Nihilist and the Sun Traveling God.

So it was still affected.

Fu Qingyang flicked his finger and a blood bead popped out.

Blood beads shot into Madoka in the air.

This was Tuoba Guanghe's blood that he secretly collected in previous battles.

Madoka stretched out her hand to catch the blood drop and guided it into the scarecrow. The scarecrow suddenly turned into a glorious figure.

Then, she picked up the prepared basket with black characters on a yellow background and slapped it on the scarecrow's torso.

The scarecrow shot up black flames and trembled constantly.

Tuoba Guanghe was in a daze, his body ignited with black flames, and he let out a rare low roar of pain, as if he was suffering from severe pain.

"Hey ha!"

Gang leader Duan shouted loudly, formed a ball of blazing white fire with his palm, and flashed in front of Tuoba Guanghe like a shadow, and slapped it hard on the chest.

boom!

The violent explosion blew the ninth-level war god away. The expanding fire was like a miniature nuclear bomb, and the mushroom cloud rose to a height of 100 meters.

The shock wave spread rapidly, flying away dust, corpses, and weapon fragments left behind by the war.

Tuoba Guanghe, who had a large area of ​​carbonized chest, instantly got rid of all negative effects. The passive skill of "Bloodthirsty Fury" will undergo a qualitative change after being promoted to the Ancient God of War.

When receiving a certain degree of damage, it will stimulate high fighting spirit and relieve all stun, imprisonment, freezing and other conditions.

Fu Qingyang, Palace Master Zhisha, Princess Yinyao and Gang Leader Duan all attacked Tuoba Guanghe from four directions at the same time.

Tuoba Guanghe pressed his hand seal to form the Dharma form of King Ming, transforming into a Dharma body that was as black as ink and had a solemn treasure aspect.

Suddenly, a mud-like substance flowed from the top of the head of the dark as ink.

The originally impregnable Dharma image seemed to have been severely polluted and quickly became thinner.

In the distance, the scarecrow in Madoka's hand was covered with a layer of incense ash.

This is pollution from unclean evil spirits.

The attacks of the four masters landed on the dharma body, causing it to shake violently, and numerous cracks appeared in the already illusory body.

"Roar!"

Tuoba Guanghe raised his head and roared, the sound waves were deafening, and the city wall a few hundred meters away made a "click" sound and cracks disappeared.

The eardrums of the four masters ruptured at the same time, causing nausea and interference.

Tuoba Guanghe dispersed his Dharma body, and his eight arms came out unexpectedly. He held Fu Qingyang's sword finger with a long knife, pierced the chest of Gang Leader Duan with a long sword, stabbed the palace leader with a long sword, and smashed Princess Yinyao to the ground with his other four arms. , immediately held her wrists and ankles, and exerted force.

There was a tearing sound from Princess Yinyao's limbs.

At this time, dense silk threads came and entangled Tuoba Guanghe's hands, feet, and body.

Tuoba Guanghe raised his sword-holding arm and was about to chop when he suddenly saw the beautiful woman's eyes full of spring, her cheeks rosy, and her rosy mouth seemed to be the most touching delicacy in the world.

He suddenly felt strong feelings of occupation, admiration and pity for her. The long sword in his hand stopped in mid-air and was difficult to cut down.

In such a moment of confusion, Princess Yinyao turned into starlight and disappeared, escaping the fate of being torn apart.

Three heroes fight Lu Bu. No, the drama of four heroes fighting Lu Bu unfolds outside the city. Tuoba Guanghe looks at the six directions with three heads and fights in all directions with eight arms. With one against four, he is not weak at all.

Facing the siege of the four masters, he did not show any signs of fatigue or decline.

The ancient God of War is best at group battles. For him, there is no difference between four people and one person.

On the other hand, in the Southern Dynasty camp, Fu Qingyang, Gang Leader Duan and Princess Yinyao suffered heavy losses. Although the former had insight skills, he could not avoid the explosion of fists and sonic attacks.

The latter had insufficient realm and was a melee-combat professional. He was suppressed by the higher-ranked ancient god of war and almost died several times. It was all thanks to the palace master's abundant milk supply that he was able to survive.

"Dong dong dong"

At the top of the city, there were two lines of blood and tears on Zhang Yuanqing's cheeks. The blood in his nose mixed with the blood at the corners of his mouth, dripping continuously on the patterned green and black animal skin.

The battle reached a fever pitch, and his drumbeat did not dare to stop for a moment.

At the beginning, I could still complain in my heart: Can't you beat four against one? Are you useless? A mere ninth-level ancient war god, you have been fighting for so long?

Later: Hurry up, hurry up, I won’t be able to hold on any longer. Can I take back what I said about the emperor guarding the country’s gates!

Later, all he could think about was: save the child

Until now, the few thoughts he had were gone, and he was in a semi-conscious state. He was playing the drums with all his willpower, and he would fall into coma at any time due to the severe pain of tearing his soul.

Fu Qingyang, who was always paying attention to Yuanshi's status, suddenly said:

"Are you ready? Yuanshi is dying."

The skirt of the Master of the Killing Palace suddenly exploded, and thousands of silk ribbons wrapped around Tuoba Guanghe, binding him and wrapping him into a rice dumpling.

Tuoba Guanghe pumped up his energy, tensed his muscles, and was about to break the red line, when suddenly, the sound of a baby crying came from his abdomen.

"Wow, wow"

The cry went from weak to loud, and Tuoba Guanghe's belly continued to expand, turning into a pregnant belly full of Liujia in an instant.

Since the beginning of the battle, the Master of the Killing Palace has been trying to get Tuoba Guanghe pregnant. However, the level gap between the two parties is too large, and each time they end in failure. However, the pregnancy power quietly accumulates, and finally Tuoba Guanghe is pregnant at this moment. The unsatisfactory belly successfully swelled.

As the baby took shape, Tuoba Guanghe's strength weakened like an ebb.

As if it had been discussed long ago, Xiao Yuan in the distance first sacrificed the scarecrow, smeared it with incense ash, and let the mud-like filthy liquid flow out of Tuoba Guanghe's head.

causing its power to further decline.

Then he caught the blood droplets Fu Qingyang flicked and smeared them on the scarecrow.

"call!"

Tuoba Guanghe's body ignited with black flames.

Gang Leader Duan seized the opportunity and repeated his old tricks. He placed his palm on his back which was covered with red threads and used the "Stealing Fire" skill to deprive Tuoba Guanghe of his warmth and freeze his blood vessels and internal organs.

Fu Qingyang pointed his fingers like a sword and stabbed Tuoba Guanghe in the chest.

At this moment, he suddenly sensed a crisis and said in a deep voice: "Retreat quickly!"

The next second, Tuoba Guanghe's breath collapsed inward and disappeared completely. In a moment, an unimaginably powerful suction force was generated from his body, sucking in all the surrounding life forms.

The Palace Master and Xiao Yuan did not get close, and quickly left after hearing the words, but Princess Yin Yao was a ghost, not a normal vitality, and was not affected by the power of the cyclone.

Gang leader Duan was in a close-fitting state and failed to escape in time. He was sucked in by the cyclone, and his whole body was firmly attached to Tuoba Guanghe's back.

His skin lost its luster, his flesh and blood shriveled up quickly, and his energy and blood were sucked into the cyclone like a flood that broke a bank.

At the same time, streaks of blood mist rose into the sky in the city, drifting out of the city. They were attracted by the vortex generated by the cyclone, and swirled into Tuoba Guanghe's body.

These are the qi and blood of ordinary soldiers and common people. Because of the distance, the saints with profound cultivation are not affected. A small amount of extraordinary qi and blood spills out, while ordinary people have their essence and blood drained instantly and become tonics.

Tuoba Guanghe's originally weak energy suddenly increased steadily, like a tide.

The bewitched demon is bloodthirsty and violent. In the extraordinary and saint stages, it needs to kill people to activate its passive.

But when it reaches the Dominator level, its skills have undergone a qualitative change. It can absorb the essence and blood of creatures whose life level is lower than its own through the air, and forcefully deprive it of it.

Of course, the energy and blood of ordinary people was not enough to allow him to recover so quickly. The main thing was Gang Leader Duan's energy and blood, which was a great supplement to him.

Fu Qingyang, the palace master and Xiao Yuan's expressions changed greatly.

Tuoba Guanghe is a ninth-level master. Under the suppression of his personality, they will inevitably be ingested of blood essence when entering the cyclone range, which cannot be resisted by defensive items.

As the commander of the palace, the palace owner is not afraid of being sucked dry, but her rescue of Gang Leader Duan is like a blood package delivered to the door.

Only Princess Yinyao tirelessly used magic attacks, but the damage caused was minimal.

No, if this continues, all the efforts just now will be in vain. Gang leader Duan feels weak as he has never felt before entering the realm of a master.

Just like a dying old man, he is getting old and will lose strength and fall into coma or die at any time.

The body is constantly weakening, but the strength and self-esteem derived from the fire master are like a raging fire, burning more and more intensely.

Gang Leader Duan suddenly remembered his childhood, when he lost his father when he was young and was raised by a widowed mother. When he was twelve years old, his widowed mother was forced to death by a bully who broke into his home and was coveted for his beauty.

Throw yourself into a well.

With the help of neighbors, I sued the bully to the Yamen, but to no avail.

Gang Leader Duan buried his mother silently, stole Butcher Wang's butcher's knife, sneaked into the bully's house at night, and hacked him to death.

There is God at the top of your head, and justice is always at the tip of the knife.

From then on, he was wanted by the government and began a career of licking blood.

He started at the end of Qingping and ended in the grass. He was born and died for decades, and he never stopped fighting against the strong and supporting the weak. Corrupt officials would be killed when they saw them, and bullies would be destroyed when they encountered them. He never thought about the meaning and meaning of killing for half his life. The reason is just because I can never forget my mother's cold body.

Until that day Wang Beiwang came to visit and said: A great chivalrous person serves the country and the people!

It's like the finishing touch, suddenly enlightened.

Leader Duan raised his head suddenly, looked at Zhao Shun at the top of the city, used up his last strength, and said sternly:

"Zhao Shun!

"The emperor can guard the country, and so can an ordinary man. You have been burdened with the people for twenty-four years. If you are greedy for pleasure and torture the people in the future, Duan will not let you go even if he is a ghost!"

Zhang Yuanqing, who was in a semi-conscious state, moved his lips with difficulty, but no one could hear what he said clearly.

boom!

He blew himself up!

A dazzling fire light lit up outside the city. There was no such stunning and gorgeous fire light in the world. It condensed the honor, disgrace and joy of a martial arts giant for decades.

The fire instantly swallowed Fu Qingyang, Yin Yao and the Master of Zhisha Palace.

The shock wave spread in all directions along with the deafening shock wave. The moment it hit the city wall, the city wall of the capital of the Southern Dynasty that had stood for five hundred years suddenly collapsed.

The streets and houses near the city wall were all shattered and annihilated in the fire.

For several miles around, everything was reduced to scorched earth.

When the thick smoke rises into the sky, when the storm calms down, when the flames are extinguished, a charred human figure stands on the charred earth.

The body was broken and all eight arms were broken.

But he wasn't dead yet. On his dark, carbonized face, his eyes suddenly opened.

The carbonized flesh and blood shell cracked and peeled off, the tender flesh grew rapidly, and the broken eight arms slowly recovered.

Duan Huoshen's self-destruction seriously injured Tuoba Guanghe, but it was not enough to kill a ninth-level master, even if he was already in a weak state at the time.

Of course, Tuoba Guanghe is even weaker now.

On top of the ruins, Zhang Yuanqing slowly stood up, lifted up the crooked Kui Niu drum, and beat it hard.

He should have reached his limit, but Duan Huoshen's self-destruction interrupted the drum, and the bursting fire spiritual power raged for three full minutes, knocking him out.

Three minutes gave Zhang Yuanqing precious recovery time.

The powerful self-healing ability of Nichi Yugami allowed him to wake up, and after drinking a tube of life source liquid, he regained a touch of vitality.

The charred figure suddenly froze, and the recovery speed of his flesh and blood slowed down.

From the edge of the collapsed city wall, a figure quickly swept out, cloaked prey, and the sword pointed at the scorched black man's forehead.

The flesh and blood of Tuoba Guanghe's forehead split open, revealing the white bones.

The severe pain made his eyes sharp, and he stimulated his energy and blood as if to stimulate his potential. His two main arms regenerated first and held Fu Qingyang's arms.

"Crack!"

Fu Qingyang's arm bone was broken and his sword energy was blocked.

Just when Tuoba Guanghe was about to tear off the opponent's right arm, he suddenly felt a powerful sword energy shooting out from the severed arm and piercing his palm.

The broken arm automatically reconnected, and streams of bloody spiritual power rolled into the arm and concentrated on the fingertips.

"laugh!"

The bright white sword energy turned into blood color, and its sharp edge became stronger.

Tuoba Guanghe's forehead bone cracked.

This ninth-level master, the most powerful master in the North, and the invincible grandmaster in the world, finally sensed the threat of death.

At the critical moment of life and death, the potential exploded, and the six illusory arms quickly condensed, covering Fu Qingyang like a spider web, trying to force him back or tear him apart.

Fu Qingyang's figure suddenly lost weight, and his life force flowed away, turning into sword energy and spurting out from his fingertips.

"puff!"

The bloody sword energy penetrated the brain, and red blood and white brain matter spurted out from the back of Tuoba Guanghe's head.

The eyes of this powerful martial artist were widened, with a bit of surprise and unwillingness, as if he didn't believe that this was his end, and in the end he was helpless and allowed the brilliance in his eyes to dim.

An ethereal and tough spirit body left the physical body and floated into the distance.

Fu Qingyang stabbed the sky with his sword finger, and the sword energy containing shocking power penetrated the spirit body.

Invisible and violent mental fluctuations spread and spread in the air, and finally returned to calm and nothingness.

The thin Fu Qingyang stood alone, the night wind howling, blowing his hair, and the silver threads were swaying.

The morning is like blue silk and the evening is like snow.

In the night sky, the sonorous and powerful song of the Master of the Killing Palace came:

"When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and read the sword. I dreamed of the trumpet-playing company. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burning, and fifty-stringed strings were beating outside the Great Wall. The soldiers were ordered in autumn on the battlefield.

"The horse is so fast, the bow is like a thunderbolt. It has solved the affairs of the king and won the reputation both in life and in life. The pity happened in vain! The pity happened in vain."

The song contains the meaning of a golden war and an iron horse, and with inspiring power, Zhang Yuanqing, who is beating the drum, and Fu Qingyang, whose life is almost cut off, burst out with a strong vitality.

This prevents them from dying on the spot or suddenly.

Then, she took out the demon refining pot, groped the body of the pot, and poured two golden streams of concentrated life essence into the two bodies that were exhausted.

"Boss, your skills are so cool this night." Zhang Yuanqing sat slumped in the ruins, breathing heavily.

"Are you handsome?" Fu Qingyang said coldly: "I paid for it with my life."

While they were talking, everyone heard the spiritual realm prompt sound coming from their ears:

【Ding! Congratulations on completing the multi-person spiritual realm mission - The King of the Subjugated Country, No. 36, Difficulty Level A, and the rewards are being settled.]

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.