One Pagoda Suppression
The hearts of the people in the South River trembled violently as they looked at the dark clouds above their heads. Their chests were suffocating. The Human Sovereign had arrived. Was it a Sect War?
Pairs of eyes followed the dark clouds as they flew away. In the direction of Qilin Daoist Mountain.
Today, between Daoism and the Void Strike Sect, one side would be wiped out.
"It's here."
On the main peak of Daoism, Sect Master Zu Bieqiu sat on the ground as his body flickered with imperial qi. He opened his eyes slightly.
Behind him, thousands of disciples from the Dao Sect stood densely. As he said that, the disciples immediately became nervous, and their palms were sweating.
If they won this war, Daoism would survive. If they lost, Daoism would perish.
The ancient Daoism Mountain that had stood in the southern border of the East Continent for thousands of years finally welcomed the final battle.
"Disciples in charge of the formation, listen up." Vice Sect Master Bo Shang raised his arm.
For a moment, a bright light curtain rose from the ground as the Protective Peak Formation was activated. The formation light radiated and shrouded the entire main peak.
At this moment, square formations of disciples stepped out of the Daoism, each led by an elder. There weren't many of them, each team had about thirty people on average, but they were all elite disciples of Daoism.
The small teams were independent from each other as they emitted different formation powers.
Tao Wu's team was filled with raging Flames of the Way. Shi Lang's team of the Sword Valley was shining with extremely sharp sword light. It was a sword formation. Bo Minghua led the elites of the Martial Pavilion. The entire team was covered by the Yin-Yang Dao Light. They were about to charge for Daoism.
Small formation lights flashed one after another as their fighting spirit seemed to ignite the blood in their hearts. Thousands of people in the Daoism Hall moved in unison as their palms landed on their swords.
From afar, they saw two armies of cultivators, one from the east and one from the west, slowly approaching from the sky. The crowd was like an ocean. Demon beasts roared and soared in the army formation. The two commanders in front of the two armies were surrounded by the dazzling light of the Human Sovereign.
Finally, they stopped in the sky above the main peak of Daoism Mountain.
They were like majestic Heavenly Court soldiers looking down at the Daoism disciples below.
"Senior Nie Rong, how have you been?"
Jiu Bie Qiu slowly got up and flew into the sky. Light flowed around his body. His eyes fell on a huge chariot of the Void Strike Sect.
"My dear nephew, the actions of the Dao Sect in the cemetery have truly disappointed the Old Man. Now, I'm forced to seek justice." On the chariot, an old man with yellow eyebrows wearing a royal robe replied coldly.
Nie Rong, Great Ancestor Ji Kong, had a seniority that far surpassed that of the Renhuang of the three sects. He was the oldest living monster, the undisputed number one Renhuang in the Nanjiang region.
"Ah, Senior Nie, when it comes to fighting for the Emperor Realm inheritance, the three sects rely on their own abilities. The disciples of the Emptiness Sect are inferior, while the disciples of the Daoist Creed won fair and square. Why is it that when it comes out of your mouth, it's a completely different story?" Shi Yongnian and Bo Shang stepped into the air and stood next to Ji Bieqiu.
The Three Sovereigns of Daoism lived and died together.
"Cut the crap. Hand over the disciple you fused with your inheritance."
The Emperor of the Void Strike Sect, who was dressed in black, stepped down from the chariot. His thunderous voice seemed to penetrate the Dao Sect's protective formation and blasted into the ears of the Daoist disciples.
At this moment, the thousands of disciples and elders on the training ground felt their minds tremble. An imposing figure of a Renhuang appeared in their souls out of thin air, wanting everyone to kneel down and submit.
Ji Bieqiu ignored the Emperor of the Void Strike Sect. He turned his gaze and looked to the other side. A little further to the east, the Taisui Emperor led the elders of the Taisui Mountain. They didn't gather with the Void Strike Sect's army. No one knew what they were planning.
"Don't be nervous. I'm here today to admire your Renhuang martial arts. The Dao Sect's techniques are unpredictable. The Void Strike Sect's Void Strike Divine Palm is all-pervasive.
As for the inheritance, it has nothing to do with me. "
The Taisui Emperor said with a cheeky smile. Beside him, Dui Tianchang's face was extremely gloomy. Obviously, he had other intentions.
Ji Bieqiu could naturally see that the other party was watching the fire burning across the river and wanted to reap the benefits.
However, Ji Bieqiu didn't say anything. He warned coldly, "You better not interfere."
"Hey, Ji Bieqiu, do you think I'm nothing but air?" Ji Bieqiu stomped his foot in the air. Instantly, space rumbled violently beneath his foot while strands of cracks spread out like a net of lightning, and it brought terrifying pressure to the disciples of the Daoist Sect below.
"No one dares to treat the Emperor of the Void Strike Sect as air. Tell me, what do you want?"
"Hand over the inheritance." The Emperor of the Void Strike Sect was flustered.
"My disciple fused with it."
"Then hand him over."
"Impossible." Ji Bieqiu refused straightforwardly.
At this moment, the boundless space fell into silence. The Daoist Sect Master and the Emperor of the Void Strike Sect stood across from each other. Their eyes were like swords. Only the whistling of the wind filled with killing intent could be heard. The atmosphere became more and more oppressive.
"You're forcing the Old Man to bully the weak."
Seeing this, the Emperor of the Void Strike Sect slowly stood up from his chariot. With a slight movement, the airflow in the sky became chaotic. Astral winds raged and were comparable to thousands of blades and swords. An extremely terrifying Emperor's Will pressed down. Then, a seven-story golden pagoda appeared in the Emperor of the Void Strike Sect's hand.
"Disciples, dodge!"
Ji Bieqiu exclaimed. He didn't hold back the Emperor's Qi in his body. He pushed out with both palms, blasting out a layer of eight trigrams dao diagram that covered the entire sky.
At the same time, Shi Yongnian and Bo Shang attacked at the same time. The Emperor's Qi madly poured into the eight trigrams dao diagram. Although the three Daoist Sects' specialties were different, their Daoist techniques were extremely similar. After thousands of years of practice, they almost instantly came from the same source. Naturally, they knew how to increase the power of Ji Bieqiu's eight trigrams dao diagram.
The three Emperors worked together. The dao diagram grew larger and larger. It was like a divine light descending from the heavens. It stuck close to the sect's protective formation and turned into a second line of defense. The seven-story golden pagoda in the Emperor of the Void Strike Sect's hand was a supreme-grade Emperor artifact.
Rumble!!
The pagoda was thrown out of his hand. Surging Emperor's Qi poured into it. The will of the Emperor of the Void Strike Sect merged with the divine pagoda as if it had become his incarnation. The divine pagoda bloomed with dazzling power. It was like a mountain of the Great Path was crushing the universe. Almost as soon as it came into contact with the sect's protective formation, the formation light collapsed into pieces.
Puff!
Three mouthfuls of blood sprayed out at the same time. Ji Bieqiu and the other two worked together, but they could only maintain the eight trigrams dao diagram for a few breaths. In the next moment, the Light of the Way dissipated. The dao diagram that covered the sky and the sun fell apart. The bodies of the three sect leaders that the disciples relied on fell together with the pagoda. They fell heavily on the training field, shaking the ground and shaking the main peak.
The disciples looked at this extremely shocking scene. It was as if the sky had collapsed. The peak's protective formation that the Daoist Sects had worked so hard to maintain could not withstand a single blow from the divine pagoda of the Emperor of the Void Strike Sect. How could they bear this?
Was there such a great disparity in strength between the two sides?
At this moment, fear turned into a haze that devoured their souls. The disciples of the Daoist Sects were in despair.
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