Chapter 235: Bloody Battle of the God King

Although the black paper was damaged, it seemed to have gone through a long time, or had encountered a collision with a mysterious force, and was no longer complete.

Even so, the extremely cold deathly aura emanating from it still makes people feel chilled.

Even someone as strong as Jiang Taixu, his face couldn't help but become heavy when he saw the torn black paper.

"You, my young man, have quite a good eye! This is a half-page of broken talismans that came from the underworld in the ancient times. Legend has it that it was refined by the Emperor of the Prison when he was comprehending the Dao Marks of the Underworld Lord in the mythological era before he attained enlightenment!"

The Lion-Faced Holy King's entire body was glowing with golden light, as if divine flames were burning, his aura shook the heavens, and his words were full of arrogance, and it was obvious that he was quite confident in the power of the Prison-Suppressing Talisman.

“Although it was refined before attaining enlightenment, and it is still a remnant, the endless death energy contained in it is enough to destroy the innate vision of a mere Saint King like you! Jiang Taixu, prepare to die!”

After hearing his story, both Jiang Taixu and the many young talents of the human race looked increasingly grim.

All those present were the core members of various powerful forces, so naturally they knew a lot of ancient secrets.

The Prison Emperor is one of the three giants of the underworld in the ancient times. He is a truly powerful man with strength that is so great that he can suppress all living beings in the universe.

Once these extremely powerful people succeed in achieving enlightenment, even all traces left behind before they became enlightened will be stimulated with special divine powers under the blessing of the Great Dao.

A drop of blood in youth can flood a huge planet; a footprint in youth can make an area of ​​thousands miles a restricted area that no one can set foot in!
The Prison-Suppressing Talisman is a magical power to defeat the enemies created by the Prison Emperor before he became enlightened. It is said that it was inspired from the inscriptions left by the Lord of the Underworld in the mythological era. It has powers that are difficult to predict by ghosts and gods, and it has been popular for an entire era, unstoppable.

Although what is before us is only a fragment of a page, it is just as what the Lion-Faced Saint King said, and it is not something that a Saint King can resist.

Even if the Great Sage came, we must avoid his edge.

However, although this piece of fragment is powerful, it seems to have lost the ability to actively kill the enemy. It has always only used its remaining spiritual energy to suppress Jiang Taixu's God King Pure Land, making it ineffective, but it has not erupted with further killing power.

Even so, Jiang Taixu's strength was greatly reduced, and his invincible defensive means at the same level was equivalent to being wiped out.

"It's time to end it. Let's work together to kill him!"

Upon seeing this, a holy king of an ancient tribe showed a bit more joy on his face, and he rushed forward first, holding a pitch-black spear in his hand that exuded a faint deathly aura, annihilating the void and slashing towards the pure land of gods that had completely fallen into gloom.

This is the true power of space!
Although one has already begun to come into contact with the power of various laws after entering the path of killing, one can already make preliminary use of it when reaching the sage realm.

But when it comes to truly understanding and mastering a certain law, even many Saint Kings may not be able to do it.

This Saint King of the ancient clan can mobilize the power of space at will. Even among the high-level Saint Kings, he is definitely a rare one. He is infinitely close to the supreme Saint King and can easily kill ordinary Saint Kings.

As the spear was swung, the void shattered and rolled, and the chaotic aura boiled like boiling water, instantly suppressing Jiang Taixu who was in a state of despair.

Even though the God King's Pure Land was destroyed and his opponent's attack was so fierce, the God King remained calm, and his white and slender fingers plucked the strings methodically.

"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!"

The sound of the piano became more and more intense, like the conflict of iron cavalry or the clanging of long swords, resounding through the sky.

Immediately afterwards, brilliant rays of divine aura surged out from the strings of the zither, like snow falling in the cold winter, carrying with them endless cold murderous intent, and falling towards the sweeping spatial divine law.

The sacred notes transformed into the primordial light, crisscrossing the void, and completely annihilating the menacing force of space.

This is not the end. After the divine light annihilated the power of space, it did not stop there. Instead, it advanced bravely and killed the holy king of the ancient clan.

"How can it be!"

The Holy King of the Ancient Clan felt the surging laws of space in the divine light and let out an incredible roar. His previous confidence in victory was gone.

Jiang Taixu is a junior who has only been in the realm of Saint King for more than ten years. However, his comprehension of space is far superior to that of the Saint King of the ancient clan, who was notorious in the ancient times!
"what!"

The next moment, divine light slashed the body of the ancient saint king, directly shattering the black armor and penetrating into his body, causing severe pain to his soul, causing him to let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Oh my god, Saint King Mingyuan failed to kill the enemy and was seriously injured! Isn't Jiang Taixu already seriously injured? How come he is still so strong?"

"No wonder our ancestors did not hesitate to unite with the various tribes that were hostile to them in the past in order to severely damage the human race first. The potential of the human race in this era is indeed terrifying..."

Not to mention the geniuses from various ancient tribes who were watching, even the elders like the Lion-Faced Saint King were shocked when they saw this.

The Saint King of the Underworld is no unknown person. In the ancient times, he had drunk the blood of several Saint Kings on the spear in his hand. He did not expect to be injured by a descendant of the human race today.

Moreover, this happened when the opponent was under severe suppression!
"You little human race are just ants, how can you kill me!"

Although the Holy King of the Underworld was injured, he did not become cowardly. Instead, his ferocity was aroused. He swung his spear again regardless of everything, bursting out with even more unparalleled power, and rushed towards Jiang Taixu head-on.

"I was in control of the universe when your ancestors were not even born yet!"

A strong murderous aura tore through the sky, as if a demon had descended to the earth, and the war spear came with great force, striking the God King directly between his brows!
The depressed mood of the ancient tribes immediately rose again, and they looked at this scene with great anticipation, wanting to see their ancestor kill the God-King of the human race and maintain the undefeated myth of the ancient times.

The young humans could not help but clench their fists, staring at this place nervously, and praying to God with all their heart, hoping that the God King would be invincible and be able to break out of the siege.

However, everyone knows that given the current situation, the possibility of this happening is very slim.

"Ugh!"

Suddenly, a gentle sigh seemed to come from the depths of the universe, and seemed to float in from the depths of the long river of time.

It was not loud or grand, but it was like a flash of lightning, passing through the hearts of everyone present, making them feel as if they were struck by lightning and their bodies shook violently.

Many people have not yet realized what has happened, but the surging force of space in the field has already stopped.

Saint King Mingyuan raised his spear high, but the expression on his face was frozen and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"How can it be?!"

After uttering the last few words with difficulty, his entire body suddenly disintegrated like ice and snow, and finally turned into flying ashes in full view of everyone, without even a trace of his true spirit left.

For a moment, heaven and earth were silent.

No matter if they were human or ancient, everyone stared blankly at the powerful spear in the air that slowly broke into pieces and finally turned into dust, unable to recover for a long time.

A powerful holy king of an ancient clan, who was once famous in the ancient times, died so suddenly!

The moment before, he was as powerful as a mountain, crushing the sky, but now he died so easily, it is really hard to accept.

"Great! It's the God's Sigh, another famous skill of the God King. It really lives up to its reputation!"

"The God King is invincible! The human race is immortal!"

"Kill! Kill all these ancient tribes with evil ambitions!" After a moment's silence, many young people of the human race became excited and waved their arms and shouted excitedly, without any trace of their usual calmness and composure.

At this almost desperate moment, witnessing with their own eyes the White-robed God King once again killing a powerful Saint King of the ancient clan, no matter how strong their hearts were, how could they not be excited?
However, there were some people who were very attentive and noticed a hint of paleness on Jiang Taixu's face while they were delighted.

Obviously, killing a powerful Saint King of the ancient clan would never be as easy as it seems.

Jiang Taixu’s consumption must be considerable.

"Ming Yuan is too careless! If this man was so easy to kill, why would I have waited until now? He is really incapable of accomplishing anything, but only capable of causing trouble!"

The Lion-Faced Saint King looked at Jiang Taixu steadily with a very ugly expression.

"However, your endurance is unexpectedly strong. You still have enough strength to kill a powerful high-level Saint King. I have to admire you! Unfortunately... after killing Mingyuan, how much strength do you have left?"

He has been activating the Prison-Suppressing Talisman, which is not an easy task.

Although the consumption is not that great, it requires full concentration, because he has not yet truly refined that piece of fragment.

The things left behind by the ancient emperors are naturally very difficult to refine unless one is a blood relative or has mastered the inherited scriptures.

He almost succeeded when he was still a great sage, but unfortunately he failed in the end. Now if he wants to completely refine it, he will have to endure for a long time. Maybe he will succeed after two or three thousand years.

"You three must not fight him head-on. I have the advantage. We just need to wear him down slowly. He will definitely die this time!"

The Lion-Faced Saint King had a sinister look on his face and sneered as he instructed the other three Saint Kings of the ancient clan.

"Don't worry, senior. We understand!"

These three guys are all high-level Saint Kings, so they are naturally not fools. The previous death of Saint King Mingyuan has made them realize that Jiang Taixu is not easy to mess with, and they have to deal with him slowly.

At this moment, the God King suddenly put away the guqin, silver light flashed under his feet, and he raised his hand to shoot out a shocking divine light, like the legendary Zhuxian Sword, and stabbed towards the nearest Holy King Cangyun.

No one had ever thought that Jiang Taixu, who had been defending and counterattacking all the time, would actually launch an active attack when he was at the end of his rope!
He stepped on the secret of "Xing" and held the holy fighting method in his hand. The brilliant light of God enveloped his whole body, as if he was a banished immortal who had descended to the world. A powerful pressure swept across the place.

"It's the Xing and Dou secrets, don't be careless!"

In these years, Jiang Taixu, as the only Saint King in the human race, had to take action frequently, and his magical powers and secret skills were inevitably discovered by others.

Today, the fact that he practiced the secret of Xing is no longer a secret.

As he activated the Holy Fighting Technique, he became awe-inspiring and domineering, with a completely different temperament from his usual elegant and refined self.

"After more than seven years of fierce fighting, the magic pills given by Xin'er have finally been used up... If we don't fight to the death, I'm afraid these children will die here..."

Jiang Taixu's expression remained firm and calm, but he was sighing in his heart.

Over the years, he has fought in dozens of battles, big and small, and was inevitably besieged and ambushed, resulting in serious injuries. It was all thanks to the miraculous medicines that Chai Xin gave him.

Of course, if he was the only one taking it, he wouldn't consume so much. After all, there are very few situations that could seriously injure him.

However, some of his relatives and friends were on the verge of death, so the God King certainly could not sit idly by and gave away some of the pills.

The pill I took earlier was the last one.

In this situation, he had no choice but to fight to the death without caring about the outcome.

The speed of the "Xing" secret is very fast, and the attack power of the "Dou" secret is even stronger, but the consumption is also very high. Under normal circumstances, he would not use them unless the situation is extremely dangerous. Instead, he would try his best to kill the enemy with the secret techniques inherited from his divine body and bloodline.

"Help each other and stop his attack. He will surely be defeated!"

The Lion-Faced Saint King was indeed an old monster who had once entered the realm of the Great Sage. He was extremely experienced in combat and could tell at a glance that Jiang Taixu was gradually becoming a spent force.

Although the Xing and Dou secrets were powerful, their four ancient clans' holy kings were not weak either. What's more, they had the Prison-Suppressing Talisman to suppress the opponent, reducing their strength by at least 30 to 40 percent.

They knew that Jiang Taixu was desperately trying to exchange injuries for injuries in order to take as many people as possible with him.

The four of them simply formed a formation like a wheel, and no matter how fierce the opponent's attack was, they just focused on defending themselves, and when one of them was attacked, the other three would immediately take advantage of the situation and launch a sneak attack.

As a result, even though Jiang Taixu caused serious injuries to two of them, his own condition became even worse, with blood all over his chest and back, which had soaked his snow-white robe.

"Old Ancestor, don't worry about us, just go!"

Jiang Yifei's eyes had already turned red, and he finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly.

"That's right, God King, please stop fighting! This is our destiny, but God King must live on. My Beidou people cannot live without you!"

The pills in Zhang Ziling's hands had been mostly used up over the years, and he had been hunted down by the ancient tribe before, with many of his companions seriously injured and on the verge of death. He had used up all the remaining pills.

"If I had known this would happen, I should have left the precious elixir to the Divine King even if I was seriously injured and died..."

Everyone had tears in their eyes and advised Jiang Taixu to leave quickly and not fight to the death.

Jiang Taixu remained deaf to everyone's cries and completely disregarded his injuries. He attacked repeatedly, calmly and indifferently, using the most fierce and domineering means, just to take away another Holy King of the ancient clan.

He no longer cared about the attacks from others and only focused on the only female Holy King of the ancient clan, simply because she was the weakest one.

"Cang Yun, you should retreat first. He is already exhausted. Don't let him die in vain at the last moment!"

Another Holy King stood in front of the female Holy King, giving her some breathing space.

Saint King Cang Yun nodded, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, and he quickly retreated.

However, at this moment, Jiang Taixu's offensive suddenly changed and he slapped the Saint King of the Ancient Clan who was switching from defense to offense to share the pressure with Saint King Cang Yun.

"White Dragon, be careful!"

The Lion-Faced Saint King hurriedly shouted a warning, but it was too late.

The God King's dazzling palm was like a mountain, carrying with it the divine laws in the sky, and fell on the head of the White Dragon Saint King who was attacking with all his might.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound spread across the sky, and the body of Saint White Dragon King stiffened, and the light in his eyes quickly faded.

(End of this chapter)