Da Qin: Become stronger and immortal by picking up attributes from the battlefield

"Duobao, hand over the item!"

As Tathagata Duobao was lost in thought, he suddenly heard the shrill cry of Styx Ancestor.

He was startled and hurriedly tried to leave.

But at this moment, the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords had transformed into a blood-red sword light that pierced through the heavens and earth, directly slashing towards his head.

the other side.

The demon master Kunpeng revealed his true form, a Kunpeng that blotted out the sky, and with a sudden flap of his wings, stirred up endless chaotic gales.

Meanwhile, his own sharp claws seized the opportunity to viciously grab at the golden body of the Buddha, Prabhutaratna.

When two ruthless figures from the primordial era attack simultaneously, how terrifying is their power?
"The Primordial Purple Qi must belong to me."

The Tathagata of Many Treasures had just burned a large amount of his essence in order to seize the treasure, and was in a weakened state. How could he withstand such a thunderous blow?

boom!
It fell with the attack.

The golden body of the Buddha, along with the Buddha-land in his palm, was actually smashed apart by the force of the blow.

Golden blood of Buddha spilled across the sky.

The "Primordial Purple Qi" that he had been tightly gripping in his hand also flew out, transforming once again into a purple light that drifted aimlessly in the chaotic battlefield.

"Hahaha! It's mine!"

Haotian reacted swiftly, and the Haotian Mirror shone brightly as it tried to capture the purple energy within it.

But at this moment.

A drop of golden Buddha's blood suddenly exploded in mid-air.

The figure of Many Treasures Tathagata was reborn from a drop of blood, and reformed once more.

At this moment, however, his face was as pale as paper, and his breath was extremely weak, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.

But the madness in his eyes only grew stronger. He roared, "No one will take away my opportunity! Kill!"

then,

Once again, Duobao recklessly charged towards the "Primordial Purple Qi".

Styx, Kunpeng, Maitreya, and others also returned and fought alongside Haotian and Tathagata once again.

High in the heavens, the battle raged, plunging the sky into darkness and shattering the laws of nature.

However, the Ling Mountain below already presents a completely different scene.

The powerful figures of the Great Qin Dynasty seemed to turn a blind eye to the so-called opportunity to become a saint.

They were simply faithfully carrying out Zhao Feng's orders.

Wielding the Holy Sword, the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan single-handedly routed the remaining quasi-saints and ancient Buddhas of Buddhism, leaving them utterly powerless to retaliate.

Zhen Yuanzi stomped on the Earth Book, and the illusory image of Longevity Mountain pressed down, turning large numbers of Buddhist disciples, along with the mountain peak beneath their feet, into dust.

The once sacred mountain, bathed in the light of Buddha, has now been transformed into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The powerful figures of the Great Qin stood indifferently in this blood-red inferno, silently watching the top experts in the high heavens killing each other for a false opportunity.

That's when.

Zhao Feng, who had been calmly watching the battle, suddenly raised his head.

He could sense that the rules of this world were changing.

Followed by.

A sudden change occurred!

Without warning, a vast expanse of purple clouds appeared on the eastern horizon.

The purple aura was vast and boundless, stretching endlessly.

In just a few breaths, it had already traversed the sky for 30,000 miles, enveloping the entire Xiniu Hezhou in a dreamlike purple glow.

An aura of supreme majesty, surpassing all things, emanated from the purple mist.

Under this aura of majesty, both the quasi-saint peak warriors fighting to the death high above and the Qin court experts slaughtering the Buddhist sect below stopped what they were doing.

A sense of awe and reverence, originating from the depths of everyone's soul, surged within them.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at the 30,000-mile-long purple aura and felt the familiar yet terrifying pressure, his eyes filled with shock.

Fuxi, standing beside him, had the Bagua diagram swirling wildly in his eyes. He exclaimed in shock, "Purple Qi is coming from the east for thirty thousand miles... This... This is an omen of a sage's arrival!"

As soon as Fuxi spoke, everyone present was shocked.

saint!

These two words represent the highest combat power in the primordial world, the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, and a synonym for immortality.

Below even a sage, all are but ants!
Is the sage about to return?

The Yellow Emperor and Shennong exchanged a glance, both seeing solemnity in each other's eyes.

They knew very well that the return of the sage meant that this great calamity of the Journey to the West would be completely freed from the control of the Qin Dynasty.

Not to mention.

They are now committing acts of annihilation within the Buddhist community.

If the two Buddhist saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, were to see this scene, they would probably unleash a furious rage.

They might even attack the Qin Dynasty!
Just as everyone was deeply moved, a ripple appeared in the space beside Zhao Feng.

A stunningly beautiful figure, dressed in a light blue palace gown, quietly appeared.

She was surrounded by a faint celestial light, and her temperament was aloof and noble. She was none other than the eldest disciple of the Jie Sect, Fairy Yunxiao.

After Yunxiao appeared, she ignored the earth-shattering changes around her, walked to Zhao Feng's side, gave him a graceful bow, and said softly, "Husband."

Zhao Feng nodded slightly to Yunxiao.

This was something he had arranged long ago. Firstly, it was to make his relationship with Yunxiao clear in advance, and secondly, it was to allow Yunxiao to step forward and ask the Tongtian Sect Leader to stop the Sage of Reception!
Subsequently.

Zhao Feng's gaze returned to the vast expanse of purple aura. Far from showing any fear, his face was filled with an overwhelming fighting spirit that slowly rose.

Zhao Feng's calm voice rang in everyone's ears: "Father's concerns are correct."

“Sages will eventually return, and Buddhism is also a lineage of sages.”

"Today, our Great Qin has destroyed their lineage and severed their foundation. This is an irreconcilable feud, and the two Western Saints will never let this go."

"In that case..."

Zhao Feng's eyes blazed with murderous intent: "Then let's slaughter even the Sage!"

Kill the Saint!

Even the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, who had already suspected this, still felt their hearts skip a beat.

This is Zhao Feng's true purpose!
At that very moment, high in the sky, the six powerful figures who had been vying for the "Primordial Purple Qi" finally recovered from the shock of the impending return of the sage.

Their faces showed different expressions.

The faces of Styx, Kunpeng, and Haotian were extremely grim.

They were independent practitioners, without any powerful figures backing them up.

The return of sages signifies a reshaping of order, and those powerful individuals who exist outside of it will find themselves in an extremely awkward position.

Most importantly, their fierce fight over the "Primordial Purple Qi" has already turned the Three Realms upside down. If they are punished by the Sage, the consequences will be unimaginable.

And the other side.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Maitreya's face lit up with wild joy. He looked at Styx and the others and burst into laughter: "Hahaha! My Buddhist saintly master is about to return to his rightful place! You heretics and demons, why don't you retreat at once and kneel down to beg for forgiveness!"

He seemed to already see the two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, descending and suppressing everything with a snap of their fingers, restoring the glory of Buddhism.

"Noisy!" Old Ancestor Styx snorted coldly, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. "With the arrival of the Sage, everything is subject to change! Now is the time to seize this treasure and flee into the Chaos. What can the Sage do to me then!"

He was actually going to make one last gamble before the saint's arrival!
The words fell.

His sea of ​​blood surged once more, becoming three times more ferocious than before, heading straight for that "Primordial Purple Qi".

Kunpeng and Haotian exchanged a glance and made their decision at the same time.

Find wealth in danger!
The three joined forces once again and launched a final, fierce attack on the purple aura.

Seeing this, Duobao and Maitreya also roared and rushed forward. The battle between the six powerful figures became increasingly frenzied and brutal under the immense pressure of the impending arrival of the saint.

However, just as the aftershocks of their battle were about to sweep across the entire Ling Mountain once again.

Boom!

A deafening roar, seemingly from the ages past, echoed from the heavens above.

The entire primordial world trembled violently.

That loud noise seemed like the awakening of some ancient being, or the beginning of the reshaping of the order of heaven and earth.

Followed by.

The boundless purple aura that enveloped the entire Xiniuhe Continent began to surge and boil violently.

The Heavenly Laws, which had been shattered by the great war, began to rapidly mend and stabilize at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The immense, overwhelming aura of calamity that permeated the heavens and earth, so dense it seemed to have met its nemesis, quickly dissipated and vanished under this supreme majesty.

The sky has cleared.

The land is at peace.

When the sage returns, the world is at peace.

This ancient proverb, passed down through the ages, has been perfectly proven at this moment.

High above, the six top experts who were still frantically vying for the "Primordial Purple Qi" suddenly froze, unable to move an inch.

It's not that they don't want to move, but that they dare not move.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure descended from the heavens, locking them firmly in place.

Faced with this overwhelming pressure, their cultivation at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level seemed so laughable and so insignificant.

Everyone's face showed boundless horror and awe.

They knew that the true ruler of heaven and earth had returned.

The expressions of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were extremely solemn.

They activated their humanistic imperial aura to protect themselves, and only then were they able to barely stand firm under that terrifying pressure.

Meanwhile, in the Heavenly Palace of Xianyang.

Ying Zheng, who was sitting on the Nine Dragon Throne, suddenly stood up.

The nine golden dragons bearing the nation's destiny coiled beneath him let out an uneasy roar, their massive bodies trembling slightly.

Ying Zheng's eyes shone with imperial might.

He snorted coldly, and his entire human destiny erupted, which finally repelled the oppressive force that had invaded the Heavenly Palace.

Throughout the entire primordial world, countless beings, regardless of whether they were immortals or mortals, regardless of their cultivation level, involuntarily knelt down towards the east from which the purple aura emanated.

That was an absolute suppression originating from the level of life itself, which allowed no resistance.

It was at this time.

At the end of that 30,000-mile stretch of purple aura, on the eastern horizon, a figure slowly emerged.

It was an old man dressed in a simple gray Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, and an ancient face. He was leaning on a flat cane and riding a blue ox, heading towards Xiniu Hezhou at a leisurely pace.

He did not exhibit any earth-shattering phenomena, nor did he release any powerful aura.

He simply walked, yet it seemed as if he were stepping on the very fabric of the universe. With each step he took, the entire primordial world would resonate with a mysterious and profound rhythm.

He seemed to be the Dao, and the Dao seemed to be him.

The foremost of the Three Pure Ones, the Sage of Taiqing!
he came.

High above, the six once arrogant Quasi-Saints at their peak could no longer hold on the moment they saw that figure.

Pfft!
The Jade Emperor was the first to kneel down.

His majestic face, that of the Heavenly Emperor, was now filled with paleness and fear.

Followed by.

The Styx Ancestor and the Demon Master Kunpeng also went limp and knelt uncontrollably in the void.

Their once defiant heads bowed deeply, daring not to show the slightest disrespect.

The three supreme Buddhist figures, Dalai Lama, Dipankara Buddha, and Maitreya, prostrated themselves in reverence, not even daring to look up at them.

In the presence of true saints, these so-called quasi-saints and great powers are no different from ants.

Riding a green ox, Laozi traversed endless time and space in a single step, appearing above Mount Ling.

Boom!

Another loud bang came from the heavens.

In the southern sky, auspicious clouds floated, and golden lotuses covered the ground.

Endless celestial music and chanting resounded through the heavens.

A supreme and majestic aura, representing the order of heaven and the principles of interpretation, descended with a thunderous roar.

Another saint has returned!
A middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in an apricot-yellow robe and holding a three-treasure jade ruyi was seen sitting on a nine-dragon sandalwood chariot, slowly emerging from the void.

His face was dignified, exuding authority without anger. He was surrounded by divine light, as if he were the embodiment of the Heavenly Order, high above, looking down upon all living beings.

It is none other than the Jade Pure Primordial Heavenly Venerable!

Followed by.

In the northern sky, the void was suddenly torn apart.

There were no auspicious clouds, no golden lotuses.

Yes, there is only endless, extremely sharp sword energy!
The sword energy soared into the sky, sweeping across the heavens, as if it would cleave the entire primordial world in two.

A domineering and sharp sword intent, filled with the spirit of seizing every last chance of survival and teaching without discrimination, enveloped the entire Three Realms.

A figure dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with a tall and straight posture and a cold and stern face, stepped out from the shattered void.

In his hand, he held an ancient longsword, on which four ancient Dao runes—kill, slay, trap, and annihilate—were faintly visible.

The Supreme Lord of the Heavenly Cult!

Sensing that familiar sword intent, Duobao Tathagata subconsciously looked up, only to be struck dumb as if by lightning.

He stared at that familiar yet unfamiliar figure, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Master...

It’s Master!
He instinctively wanted to kneel down and pay his respects.

But when he thought about his current status and his past betrayal of his sect, becoming a lackey of Buddhism, his legs felt incredibly heavy.

Shame, regret, fear...

A mix of emotions.

"puff!"

The Tathagata of Many Treasures spat out another mouthful of golden blood, and his entire body fell directly from mid-air.

The Master of Heaven merely glanced at him coldly and then paid him no further attention.

He had long since given up on this traitor.

His gaze swept over the crowd and finally landed on Yunxiao.

Those originally cold and stern eyes finally softened when they saw their most prized disciple: "Yunxiao."

Yunxiao's eyes reddened, and she bowed gracefully to the Tongtian Sect Leader, saying, "Disciple greets Master!"

Master Tongtian nodded slightly.

Then, his gaze fell on Zhao Feng beside Yunxiao, his sharp eyes carrying a hint of scrutiny.

Zhao Feng, neither humble nor arrogant, bowed to the Tongtian Sect Leader and said, "Junior Zhao Feng greets the Sage Tongtian."

...(End of chapter)