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

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

This day.

Before the Heavenly Palace of Lingxiao, an endless torrent of black water once again gathered.

Tens of millions of Qin warriors, along with the allied forces of the Witch, Demon, and Asura races, floated silently in the void.

At the very front of the army formation.

On the Nine Dragon Imperial Carriage, Ying Zheng and his son Zhao Feng stood side by side.

Behind them stood the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Houtu, and seven newly appointed Qin sages, lined up in a row.

There were twelve saints in total, their breaths flowing together.

That vast holy might caused the surrounding chaotic air currents to stop churning, as if they had been completely suppressed.

Looking down at the invincible army with high morale, and then at the dozen or so sages beside him who were powerful enough to suppress all ages, Ying Zheng felt a surge of pride. He looked at Zhao Feng and smiled, "Let's begin."

Zhao Feng nodded, stepped forward, and shouted in a commanding voice, "All troops, listen to my order!"

"Target: Zixiao Palace!"

"kill!"

With Zhao Feng's command, the massive army roared in unison.

"Wind! Wind! Wind!"

"Gale!"

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The desolate, ancient sound of war drums once again resounded throughout the heavens.

Tens of thousands of void warships roared with engines, turned their bows, and followed the Nine Dragon Imperial Chariot into the endless chaos.

Following closely behind was the allied forces of the Witch, Demon, and Asura races.

On the Nine Dragon Imperial Chariot, protected by twelve saints, it tore through the chaotic void and charged fiercely toward the legendary Dao Ancestor's Daoist temple!

This terrifying army, which brought together the top combat power in the entire primordial world, swept away everything in its path.

Countless chaotic stars and fragmented worlds were easily crushed into dust.

Chaos does not remember the years.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

An ancient and magnificent palace, seemingly existing since time immemorial, finally appeared at the end of everyone's sight.

Zixiao Palace!
It floats silently in the deepest part of chaos, surrounded by the divine light of the three thousand Great Dao Laws, exuding a supreme aura that transcends everything and reigns above all things.

crunch...

Just as the army was approaching the city, the gates of Zixiao Palace, which had been tightly closed for countless eons, slowly opened.

Four figures emerged from the hall.

The leader was dressed in an ancient Taoist robe, his face blurred and indistinct. He was shrouded in a thick layer of divine light, as if he were the heavens themselves, as if he were the Tao itself.

It was none other than Hongjun Daozu!

Beside him stood the ethereal and unpredictable ruler of space, the Great Immortal Yangmei.

And then there were the two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, whose faces were ashen and whose eyes were filled with madness and resentment.

The four figures stood quietly in front of the Zixiao Palace, facing an army of hundreds of millions capable of crushing the Three Realms, without showing the slightest fear on their faces.

The Tongtian Sect Leader could no longer contain himself. He took a step forward, his Qingping Sword pointing at Jieyin and Zhunti, his killing intent soaring to the sky: "Jieyin! Zhunti! You two traitors who betrayed the Primordial World, today is your death day!"

Provoked by the sword energy, Zhunti Daoist screamed, "Tongtian! Don't be arrogant! Who will live and who will die today is still unknown!"

Zhao Feng ignored the clamor. His gaze remained fixed on Hongjun the entire time, and he said coldly, "Hongjun, do you know your crime?"

Hongjun's face, shrouded in the divine light of the Heavenly Dao, twitched slightly, as if he were smiling: "Sin?"

"I am Heaven itself, what crime have I committed?"

"But you, Zhao Feng, as a being of the primordial world, have repeatedly defied the heavens, slaughtering saints and attacking the heavens. Each and every one of these acts is a grave sin!"

"Today, you led the attack on Zixiao Palace, and your crime is unforgivable!"

"Hurry up and kneel down, commit suicide to atone for your sins, and I might spare your human lineage for the sake of Taiqing!"

Hongjun still spoke in that superior tone, as if he held the fate of all living beings in his hands.

It was as if, in his eyes, the twelve saints and the hundreds of millions of soldiers before him were nothing more than ants that could be crushed at will.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Feng was so angry that he laughed instead: "Hahaha!"

"What a 'I am God' attitude! What an unforgivable sin!"

"Hongjun, you have usurped the Heavenly Dao, plotted for eternity, and sought to destroy the primordial world and return it to chaos. Such actions are truly heinous crimes!"

"Today, we are acting on behalf of Heaven to punish you, this demon of chaos!"

The moment he finished speaking, Zhao Feng stopped arguing.

With one step, the terrifying aura of the eighth level of the Dao Realm erupted!

"kill!"

A single word, spoken lightly, instantly ignited the entire battlefield.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

A massive army roared in unison.

The terrifying killing intent that coalesced into a tangible form transformed into a vast, blood-red ocean, sweeping towards Zixiao Palace.

"war!"

With a long roar, the Tongtian Sect Leader transformed his Qingping Sword into a streak of azure sword light piercing through the chaos, and was the first to charge out!
Yuanshi Tianzun, Nuwa, Houtu, and the seven new saints also made their move simultaneously.

Eleven terrifying divine powers converged into a devastating torrent, crashing fiercely towards Zixiao Palace.

Yang Mei snorted coldly: "Even a grain of rice can shine?"

He simply flicked his sleeve casually.

hum!
Before the Purple Cloud Palace, the chaotic space spanning hundreds of millions of miles instantly froze.

Both the blood-red ocean of slaughter and the attacks unleashed by the eleven saints were frozen in mid-air in that instant, unable to advance even an inch.

There was only one exception!

Zhao Feng!

He stood before the Nine Dragons Imperial Carriage, and the spatial confinement force that fell upon him was like a gentle spring breeze, causing no effect whatsoever.

"Old man Yang Mei, stop your violence and prepare to die!"

Zhao Feng roared, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Yang Mei the Great Immortal.

He didn't use any magic weapons; he simply threw a punch!
This punch contained no mysterious laws, nor any complex variations.

Yes, it is the purest and most extreme power!
Wherever the fist passed, the chaotic space that Yang Mei had imprisoned shattered inch by inch!
Yang Mei's expression changed slightly.

He could sense that this punch contained a terrifying power that was enough to threaten his Chaos Demon God body.

He dared not be negligent, and his figure instantly became illusory, merging into the space behind him.

However, Zhao Feng's fist seemed to ignore the distance in space, following him like a shadow and locking onto his aura. "In front of me, you are not qualified to manipulate space!"

The chaos within the primordial wilderness still belonged to the primordial wilderness.

Here, Zhao Feng was able to use the power of humanity and the power of the earth to combine the two and directly suppress Yang Mei. Meanwhile...

On the other side, the Supreme Sage also made a move.

Riding a blue ox and holding a flat cane, he slowly walked towards the lofty Hongjun Daozu, saying, "Fellow Daoist, it's time to settle the karma between us."

Hongjun watched Taiqing approach step by step, and a flicker of emotion finally appeared in his emotionless eyes. "Taiqing, do you really intend to become my enemy for the sake of these ants?"

The Sage of Taiqing smiled slightly and gently waved his cane. “No, I am just doing what I should do.”

The moment the words fell, a magnificent, dark yellow pagoda appeared above the head of the Supreme Saint, casting down countless streams of dark yellow energy to protect his body.

Immediately afterwards, a diagram swirling with yin and yang energies, seemingly containing the ultimate truths of the universe, unfolded beneath his feet.

Tai Chi diagram!
The scroll unfurled, transforming into a golden bridge that spanned the chaos, connecting Taiqing at one end and directly suppressing Hongjun at the other!

boom!
A golden bridge spans the sky, suppressing all ages!
The golden bridge formed by the Taiji diagram seemed to contain the most primordial suppressive power since the beginning of time. Wherever it passed, the three thousand laws of the Great Dao all retreated, and even the chaotic air currents were forcibly separated into clear and turbid.

Hongjun looked at the golden bridge that was pressing down on him, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.

Above his head, a tattered jade disc slowly emerged, upon which three thousand Great Dao runes flowed, emanating a supreme aura that transcended all Daos.

Jade Disc of Creation!

"Certainly!"

Hongjun, holding the Heavenly Decree in his mouth, activated the Jade Disc of Creation.

hum!
One after another, divine chains formed from the fundamental laws of the Heavenly Dao shot out from the jade disc and instantly wrapped around the golden bridge, attempting to fix it in chaos.

However, the Supreme Sage was not someone to be trifled with.

He simply watched all of this calmly, and with a gentle tap of his cane on the golden bridge, he uttered, "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones!"

The moment the words fell, three figures identical to the Supreme Saint emerged from the auspicious clouds above his head.

One of them held the Pangu Banner, exuding majesty and domineering power.

One of them wielded the Immortal-Slaying Sword, his murderous aura soaring to the heavens.

A person holding a Tai Chi symbol, serene and inactive.

The three avatars, together with the Taiqing Saint, launched an attack. The four terrifying pressures, all at the half-step Heavenly Dao Realm, erupted and slammed fiercely onto the Creation Jade Disc.

Click!

Even a supreme treasure like the Jade Disc of Creation, a primordial treasure, was nearly blasted away by the combined attack of four half-step Heavenly Dao Realm experts, its light flashing wildly.

And on the other side.

The battle between Zhao Feng and Yang Mei Daxian has reached a fever pitch.

"Exile in time and space!"

Master Yangmei made a hand seal with both hands.

The space around him transformed into a bizarre and chaotic zone, with countless spatial rifts and temporal turbulence intertwining to form terrifying cages capable of strangling even saints, enveloping Zhao Feng.

However, Zhao Feng remained unfazed, declaring, "The true essence of martial arts can shatter all laws!"

He let out a long roar, unleashing the terrifying physical power of a Dao Realm eighth-level expert to its fullest extent.

He completely ignored the ever-changing laws of space, and simply swung his fists, punching again and again, frantically bombarding the encroaching spacetime prison.

boom! boom! boom!
Each punch caused the entire chaotic world to tremble violently.

That time-space prison, strong enough to banish even saints and seemingly indestructible, crumbled and disintegrated piece by piece under Zhao Feng's unreasonable and terrifying fist power.

"This...this is impossible!"

Yang Mei, the Great Immortal, was greatly shocked. His proud spatial abilities were so vulnerable in front of his opponent.

In the instant he was lost in thought, Zhao Feng's figure had already torn through the last spatial barrier and appeared in front of him.

"die!"

Zhao Feng threw a punch, and on his fist, the phantoms of the Human Path and the Earth Path simultaneously appeared. The two vast primordial powers added to it, causing the power of this punch to surge several times over!
puff!
Yangmei the Great Immortal only had time to shield his true form, the hollow willow tree phantom, before being struck squarely in the chest by this punch.

The illusory image of the hollow willow tree shattered instantly.

Yang Mei was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, mouthfuls of golden demon blood staining the chaos red.

As for Jieyin and Zhunti, their fates were extremely tragic.

They faced an attack from Ying Zheng, Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Jiaozhu, Nuwa, Houtu, and seven new saints.

"Tongtian! You've gone too far!"

Zhunti Daoist was disheveled, and the Seven Treasures Tree on his body had already been beaten dim. His saintly body was riddled with holes.

The Tongtian Sect Leader sneered repeatedly, his Qingping Sword never stopping, unleashing beams of sword light powerful enough to annihilate even saints, enveloping Zhunti. "Today, I will let you taste the suffering my disciples endured back then!"

On the other side, the Sage of Reception was also being suppressed by the Pangu Banner of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

Each time that chaotic energy blade, capable of splitting the heavens and earth, fell, it caused his guiding banner to tremble violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

What drove him to despair was...

The seven new saints formed a profound array, trapping the two of them within it and cutting off all their escape routes.

They did not wait for the guide to come up with a way to break the deadlock.

With a furious roar, the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan unleashed his earthen sword of slaughter, which transformed into a black and yellow streak that bypassed the Primordial Celestial Venerable and aimed directly at Jieyin's back.

The Sage who guided the way was terrified. Without thinking, he summoned his benevolent incarnation and used it to shield himself.

however.

The benevolent corpse incarnation couldn't even withstand a moment of Xuanyuan's killing sword before being directly annihilated!

The sword light, still powerful, slashed fiercely at Jieyin's back.

puff!
The Sage was struck dumb, spitting out a mouthful of golden holy blood, his aura instantly weakening to the extreme.

Upon seeing this, Zhunti's eyes widened in shock, and he cried out in alarm, "Senior Brother!"

He knew that if things continued like this, even if a saint were immortal, he would probably be worn down and die here!
Zhunti's eyes were filled with madness: "Tongtian! Yuanshi! You forced me to this!"

He gritted his teeth and recklessly detonated his saintly body!
Boom!

How terrifying is the power of a saint's self-destruction?
The entire chaotic battlefield trembled violently.

The sealing array set up by the seven new saints was forcibly blasted open by this earth-shattering energy impact.

The Sage looked at the blasted hole, his eyes filled with grief and indignation.

But he knew that this was the only chance of survival his junior brother had given his life for.

Without the slightest hesitation, he transformed into a streak of light and prepared to escape through the gap.

However, a giant hand was already waiting there.

It is Zhao Wu.

The illusory image of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Seal behind him shone brightly, transforming into a net that instantly enveloped the fleeing primordial spirit. "Trying to leave? Did you ask me first!"

And at the same time.

At the spot where Zhunti self-destructed, his body began to reform.

He is a sage of the Heavenly Dao, whose true spirit resides in the Heavenly Dao. As long as the Heavenly Dao does not perish, he will be immortal.

however.

Just as he was about to be resurrected, a calm voice came from afar: "You still want to be resurrected in front of me?"

...(End of chapter)