I stole divine power in Daxia

Chapter 510 Survival from death
The Que Yin is located in the throat and tongue, and is the root of the Qi source.

The ancestral qi of heaven and earth fills all things. Even if you are not a cultivator, you are nourished by the ancestral qi of heaven and earth. For the vast majority of animals, the way they enjoy the ancestral qi of heaven and earth is through breathing.

The throat and tongue are the most direct connection between the ancestral Qi of heaven and earth and the body, thus giving birth to the sparrow yin soul. This soul is like a bird, with yin attributes. It feeds on the ancestral Qi, nourishes the essence, and then transforms it into the essence of the human body.

Once the Que Yin Soul is lost, the human body immediately loses the ability to absorb the ancestral Qi of heaven and earth, and the essence within the human body is continuously depleted and difficult to recover.

The third soul was worshipped away, and Xuanwu pointed out the direction. The three second-grade generals and the three corpse gods on the battlefield were furious.

"How dare you be so vicious, little slave!"

The God of Punishment, who was wrestling with Li Long, cursed angrily. At this moment, his three souls were successively separated, and his aura instantly fell to the bottom. He originally wanted to slowly let go and guide the power of both to indiscriminately kill Daxia's most elite dragon riders, but now he couldn't form an evenly matched posture at all.

Li Long seized the opportunity and shouted, "Is it the nourishment of several thousand middle-grade soldiers, or the nourishment of a second-grade divine general!"

He said this to the White Tiger Armor, a divine being that was gradually reviving.

This armor is greedy and full of hatred towards everything. It is impossible to convince it to cooperate and help with words alone, so it can only be moved by actual benefits.

Before, he and Xingsha had wrestled with each other, and it was difficult to determine the winner. Even if he won, he would most likely not be able to kill the opponent. But now, Xingsha had his three seven spirits separated from him one after another, and his own strength was greatly reduced. If the Divine Evil White Tiger Armor was willing to help at this time, he would be able to completely kill a second-grade divine general.

And if it could completely devour a second-grade divine general, then not only would the power of the Divine Evil White Tiger Armor be greatly increased, but the White Tiger God inside might even be able to be completely resurrected.

So there is no need to say more about how to choose.

The extremely sharp Gengjin net that swept across the entire battlefield accelerated its spiral contraction, forming a dense spiral gun pattern that completely wrapped around Li Long's military flag.

At this moment, all the Gengjin energy on the battlefield was under the control of Li Long, a second-rank military strategist.

As for a second-rank general who already possesses the power of soldiers and evil spirits, and then masters the Gengjin energy on the battlefield, there is only one word to describe him.

Even more powerful!

An incomparable force erupted from Li Long's hands. The military flag swept across, completely knocking the mountain-splitting axe in Xingsha's hand away. The bloody force of the soldier's evil spirit wrapped in the bright silver Gengjin energy formed a magnificent sword light, which cut off Xingsha's head.

At the last moment, Xingsha also showed a fierce look, "Let's die together!"

Gods are naturally fearless and valiant. Before joining this battle, Xingsha had a vague sense of his own fate, so he spoke like that to the other two gods in the military tent.

Especially after the God of Xuanming said that the three of them might be baits, Xingsha was even more prepared to die in battle. So at such a critical moment, he did not want to escape at all. Instead, he took the initiative to let go of the mountain-splitting axe in his hand, turned his palms into fists, and directly hammered Li Long in front of him.

When the powerful fist hammer landed on Li Long, He did not use any combat skills, but instead poured His accumulated Shinto heritage into the Divine Evil White Tiger Armor.

Even if he used his most powerful move at this moment, he would definitely not be able to directly break an armor that contained the power of an entire kingdom of God. Even if he could severely injure Li Long, he would also help Li Long severely damage the Divine Evil White Tiger Armor.

Therefore, the only way to kill someone is to do the opposite, to survive from death.

Li Long knew what the evil god White Tiger Armor wanted at this moment, how could He not know it?
From the moment Miaoyu separated her three souls, this was an unfair battle, and the best outcome would be death followed by the resurrection of Shen Ting.

But Xingsha didn't want to wait for a long time. Just like He said, death was also a kind of honor for gods. Even if he died in battle, he would give his all.

Therefore, He continuously poured the divine power that He had accumulated into the Divine Evil White Tiger Armor. Once the Divine Evil White Tiger Armor broke free from its restraints, even if He completely perished, He would not have failed on this battlefield!
A huge head flew across the sky, but Li Long not only did not show any joy, but instead looked extremely terrified.

Because in the previous moment, Xingsha not only used his fist as a bridge to continuously pour his own divine power into the Divine Evil White Tiger Armor on his body, but at the same time, thousands of cavalrymen behind Xingsha were instantly destroyed in the killing power. Countless broken fingers and debris carried the top blood power, forming a ball of blood mist covering dozens of miles.

On the battlefield, a hearty tiger roar sounded again, and the black and white hair of the huge white tiger beside Li Long turned from virtual to real. Just like at this moment on the battlefield, the huge prototype of the kingdom of God composed of countless Gengjin Qi now had five thousand wolf riders and five thousand war horses for sacrifice, just like the frame was filled with flesh and blood, a kingdom of God full of killing and destruction was about to be born from the mist of blood!
The muscles under the white tiger's fur rippled, with the texture of real flesh and blood. The huge tiger head turned and looked at Li Long greedily.

Li Long only felt that the white tiger bone spur that had originally been integrated into his body was taking root even more firmly in his flesh and blood, greedily absorbing all his nutrients to grow.

The situation can no longer be reversed.

Before using the Divine White Tiger Armor, Li Long had actually made preparations for his death. The outcome of an old and frail second-rank military strategist using this ominous artifact was foreseeable, so on this battlefield, both Li Long and Xingsha were determined to die.

But Li Long never thought that the execution would be so crazy.

"You are crazy!"

Li Long looked at Xingsha, who was standing headless in front of him, still clenched with his fists.

"If I lose, can they survive?"

On the headless corpse, his breasts turned into eyes and his belly button turned into a mouth. He laughed loudly, and his own strength continued to pour into the White Tiger Demon Armor.

Once the White Tiger God is resurrected, he will definitely seek revenge on the Zhou family bloodline. Moreover, as a god, Da Xia is now suppressing the Shintoism. If he wants to survive, he can only rely on Yuan Meng. So no matter how you look at it, he has not lost this time. Even if he cannot be resurrected because his power is exhausted, he will add a powerful second-grade god to Yuan Meng!

A second-grade god is not a second-grade general. The value of a god who has his own kingdom is far higher than that of a second-grade general, and is no less than that of five thousand wolf riders.

Things could no longer be reversed, and Li Long made a decision instantly, "All dragon riders retreat!"

He threw the military flags in his hands one after another, and the flags with the power of the soldiers were disconnected from him, wrapped up the remaining two thousand dragon knights, and evacuated towards the Sunset Pass, while he himself used all his strength to suppress the Divine Evil White Tiger Armor that was about to lose control.

“Hahaha!” Xingsha laughed heartily. “Li Long, you are really old! Not only do you not have the strength that the central army had to take the flag, but you are also less courageous. You are still thinking of retreating at this time. You are digging your own grave!”

"The stupidest thing Zhou Tieyi did was that he didn't dare to let his own family wear this armor that would surely kill them, and he even found a coward who was old and weak and didn't even have the courage! Not only could he not suppress this divine armor, but he also wanted to borrow its power. This is the way to his own death!"

Originally, if Li Long had more than 2,000 elite cavalry to suppress him, Xingsha would have absolutely no chance of survival. However, in this competition of cowards, the general who took the flag of the central army finally softened his heart and did not want to bury the dragon riders behind him here, so naturally he also had a glimmer of hope.

Xingsha looked at the evil spirit White Tiger Armor in front of him, "See? Instead of staying on this coward's body, it's better to stay on me. I happen to have no country and no soul. You become my three souls and my kingdom of God. You will be able to revive immediately. Then we will seek revenge on the Zhou family together!"

"If we continue to be in a stalemate like this, and wait until the outcome of the battle is decided, and Daxia's first-rank official and that slave girl are free, even if you are resurrected in a weak state, will you be able to escape?"

Xingsha's words directly pointed out the power relationship on the battlefield. Baihu, who was already hesitant, seemed to be thinking seriously.

Li Long stretched out his hand and grabbed the back of the neck of the white tiger, which had not yet completely solidified. He used the strength of moving a mountain to hold down the white tiger, which was about to be turned against. His own flesh and blood began to merge with the ground below, and countless amounts of mud piled up, trying to bury the blood mist covering the battlefield.

"Since we are digging our own graves, then all three of us will be buried here!"

In just a few breaths, the huge crack created by the two armies was filled with mud again under Li Long's strength at the cost of his life. It even continued to rise with a huge roar, becoming a mountain, intending to suppress the White Tiger Armor and Xingsha forever.

Thousands of miles away, in the new royal tent of Yuan Meng, the entire tent itself was a divine palace that could be moved with the help of human power. The divine palace was full of lush vegetation, and rays of divine light bloomed in the sky.

The wives of the most elite warriors can live in the divine court, basking in the glory of the gods while cultivating the most powerful offspring for Yuan Meng.

However, at this moment, in the sky above the Divine Palace, a red light fell like a meteor.

The fall of a second-grade person is a big deal no matter where it happens. It can affect the environment of a place, creating a real desperate situation, and it can also affect the fortune of a country.

Countless herdsmen looked up in horror, they all knew what this meant. More than 20 years ago, the devil of Daxia launched a surprise attack on the royal court. That night, all the gods fell from the sky, and then the Khan who was as big as the sun fell in front of the Sunset Pass!

Over the past twenty years, not only has Daxia enjoyed peace, but Yuanmeng has also enjoyed peace.

The fall of the divine light at this time naturally reminded the survivors of the horrific events of that year.

At the highest point of the divine palace, each god sat on his throne.

Yuanmeng and Daxia have different systems. Although they are called countries, they are actually alliances of gods. However, these gods are not from the lineage of the Nine Ancient Gods, nor are they idle gods that were born later. Their kingdoms are tribes that gather together to form the Yuanmeng Royal Court and elect a leader.

However, more than 20 years ago, after the fall of the powerful Tian Khan, the Yuanmeng Divine Court has yet to elect a new leader.

The gods also sensed the changes on the battlefield at Sunset Pass through some means.

"I didn't expect the execution to be so cruel! This is a wolf rider that the royal court has to train for ten years!"

"There is nothing we can do about this. Instead of worrying about the five thousand wolf riders who have died, we should consider whether to save Xingsha, or rescue the White Tiger God from his predicament."

"Save him, of course we have to save him. Now that things have come to this, if we hesitate any longer, the loss will be even greater!"

The gods communicated with each other through their thoughts, and in an instant, the leaders of Yuanmeng Divine Court made the decision.

The decision of the gods is the wish of all living beings in Yuanmeng!
"Oracle, the God of Punishment and Killing will bear the name of White Tiger, in charge of killing and punishment. Now he is worshipped as the God of Punishment and Killing of White Tiger. Heaven and earth shall bear witness to him, and both humans and gods shall respect him."

The magnificent voice instantly resounded throughout the Yuanmeng Royal Court, and in an instant the new name of God spread to the hearts of thousands of people. With the help of the thoughts in the hearts of thousands of people, it formed wishes and changed reality!
New Shinto rules are gathering. The gods themselves are not complete gods, but just guardians nurtured with the help of the power of Shinto. At this time, Yuan Meng is going to bet that this execution can not only allow him to survive, but also completely transform and become a true White Tiger God of Punishment, in charge of killing and punishment between heaven and earth.

In the long river of history that is difficult for ordinary people to reach, countless undercurrents lurk that bring together all living beings. These are the Taoist traditions!

Two of the sects, one originated from the divine general of the Yuanmeng royal court, and the other originated from the God of White Tiger. The two undercurrents began to blend in an instant, from the source in the past to the present.

After Yuanmeng Divine Court determined the new name of the god, the White Tiger God in the Divine Evil White Tiger Armor naturally understood that now was not the time to continue thinking. The most important thing at this moment was to make a decision. Any hesitation would turn this God-given opportunity into a regret.

Instead of having the unrealistic expectation that he could be resurrected in an independent state, successfully get through the weak period, and escape from the pursuit of Da Xia Yipin, it would be better to merge with Xingsha now and directly break Li Long's seal. Although after the fusion, no one knows the specific situation.

But can it be worse than lying in armor and being controlled by the enemy?
Thus, under the influence of Yuanmeng Divine Court, the two paths were integrated into one.

Taoism is the core of everything and is formed by the cognition of the world.

People can die, but they cannot lose their Taoism!
Losing the orthodoxy is more cruel than death, or even the destruction of the soul.

Because as long as the Taoist tradition exists, the gods can return safely even if their souls are scattered.

Now the two sects have merged into one. One is the White Tiger God whose soul has been scattered and only his spirit remains, and the other is a second-grade general who has lost his three souls.

Under such desperate situation, the two just happened to form a bizarre complement to each other. It can be said that they were truly surviving from death, with only a glimmer of hope left!
In an instant, the falling red divine light not only stopped falling, but also bright silver Gengjin energy gathered into a white tiger with spread wings, dragging the red divine light and rising again from the royal court.

Not only did it return to its original height, but it also went to a higher level, ranking alongside a handful of divine stars and ranking at the top of the royal court. This also shows the potential of the newly born White Tiger God of Punishment and Killing.

In the Huangquan Luopo formation, with the birth of the White Tiger God of Punishment, Miaoyu's name on the Luopo Banner naturally lost its effect, turning into a ball of black ink, falling on her brows, causing her aura to drop sharply.

Miaoyu stared at the Fallen Banner in a daze, and then said in her heart, "This method of killing by curse is indeed not what we want."

(End of this chapter)