The Emperor is Above

Chapter 539: Even if you summon an army of mountain ghosts it will still be useless!

Mr. Bai Yuan looked solemn, but he did not have the confidence that Qing Yi had.

During this period of time, the evil god's head had been constantly attacking them, and they had already felt the evil god's power.

After it circled the entire huge altar, it looked a little worried and said, "We don't have much time left. I wonder how long it will take you, young master, to finish it?"

Mr. Qingyu also said solemnly: "Yaqing, the seal characters on the golden tripod are difficult to write. Many spirits worked day and night to carve five pieces.

If we add the time to set up the formation and condense the inscriptions, it will take at least a month to complete. If the evil gods continue to attack and destroy it, it will take even longer to set up the formation."

Qing Yi smiled faintly and explained softly: "Mr. Qingyu, Mr. Baiyuan, don't worry, I am repairing and perfecting the Zhoutian Xingdou Huaxie formation, the main purpose of which is to consume the power of the evil god.

No matter whether the evil god continued to exert destruction during the repair process or finally chose to sit and wait for death, in fact he was constantly consuming his strength.

When the power of this evil god is gradually consumed, then it will be time to kill him completely. In addition, I also brought this with me!"

Qing Yi took out his cheap father's spirit tablet, held it in both hands and placed it solemnly on a broken stone table in front of the altar.

"Could this be the——"

Granny Hua's surprise was interrupted before she could finish.

"call--"

Above the altar, there suddenly seemed to be a strong wind blowing, with a magnificent and powerful sound and carrying a great power.

The evil god's head sealed below seemed to have heard Qing Yi's intention. Strands of golden light struggled out with anger, constantly destroying the original seal of the altar.

As the golden light gradually increased, it condensed into a vague human figure. Although the golden light was extremely faint, it had an indescribable majesty.

"The remaining soul of the evil god!"

Granny Flower screamed in surprise, her body covered with bright flowers trembling uncontrollably.

Mr. Shuijing, Mr. Wuliu, Mr. Qingyu, Mr. Baiyuan and other strong men did not speak, but their tense faces showed how heavy their hearts were.

Qing Yi did not say anything, his eyes fixed on the golden figure on the altar. There were no details such as facial features, only a vague outline, just like the evil god in the Jianmen illusion.

The golden power was full of a lustrous and sacred charm, which should have made people worship it from the bottom of their hearts. However, Qing Yi only felt a deep disgust in his heart.

The ancient altar did not make much noise, but it was constantly refining the evil god's power, which once again brought on the evil god's silent, angry attack.

"Shh-"

The ancient altar suddenly shone brightly, and the ancient runes that had long been blurred were once again shining with a faint blue-purple light.

The ancient and mysterious runes were transformed into thousands of sharp blades, which instantly shattered the angry evil god's phantom. Then the golden light in the sky was completely refined by the altar and disappeared.

"Roar--"

The ground around the altar shook violently, and angry and unwilling roars came from underground.

It was like a monster from the Netherworld, which frightened hundreds of spirits so much that they couldn't help but pause, but in the end they were unable to do anything else.

"The evil god is just a powerful figure with a weak heart. Hurry up!"

Qing Yi looked extremely calm, not shaken at all by the evil god's intimidation. Even the most arrogant White Ape King could not help but admire him.

Hundreds of spirits present also saw the gathering of the evil god's residual soul, and knew what it would mean to the spirit valley if the evil god escaped, so they worked even harder to carve it. Each one was more desperate than the other, and each one was more attentive than the other, trying their best to avoid any mistakes and strive to complete all tasks in the shortest time.

As a large number of golden drum stones were carved with mysterious golden tripod seal characters, Qing Yi personally replaced the broken golden drum stones and continued to strengthen the seal of the altar.

How could the evil god's head under the altar just sit there and wait to die?
It would try hard to attack the seal many times every day, and even pretend to build a plank road to attack Chencang secretly several times, which made the strong men of Linggu such as Grandma Hua terrified, but it was easily resolved by Qing Yi every time.

After each battle between the two sides, a large number of golden drum stones would shatter on the altar that sealed the evil god's head, and the number and speed of the golden drum stones being destroyed were increasing and getting faster and faster.

In the eyes of Mr. Shui Jing and others, Qing Yi was racing with the evil god's head, racing against time, but in Qing Yi's mind this was all a process of consuming the evil god's power.

Day and night rotate endlessly, and more than ten days pass in a flash.

The valley was bustling with activity, as thousands of tree spirits and stone spirits moved clumsily back and forth, carrying in pieces of golden drum stone raw materials that were ten feet long and wide.

Nearly three hundred elves held the blades tightly in their hands and wrote and drew on them vigorously. Stone chips and stone powder flew everywhere, and their bodies were covered with white stone powder. There was no trace of the elves' transcendence and strength.

Whenever an elf finished carving runes on the golden drum stone in front of him, other spirits would move it away in time. Then Qing Yi would bring Mr. Bai Yuan, Mr. Qingyu and others to set up the place themselves.

A new piece of golden drum stone will be placed in front of the elf, and a new round of carving will begin. There will be piles of broken stones and smooth stone powder around them.

Working without sleep for ten consecutive days is nothing to the Eldar, but carving runes without sleep for ten consecutive days consumes unparalleled spiritual power.

Even though these 300 spirits were all powerful beings of the first rank, they could hardly hold on to such an intense task and were exhausted both mentally and physically.

Of course, their efforts are worthwhile. Even though the evil god continues to destroy a large number of golden drum stones, this valley is still piled with tens of thousands of finished products.

Qing Yi walked slowly among the stones, carefully examining the runes carved on each one, trying to avoid any mistakes as much as possible.

Fortunately, nearly three hundred elves worked very hard and almost no omissions could be found, which made Qing Yi more confident about the next step.

"After more than ten days of fighting, the power of the evil god has been refined a lot. Next, we will completely perfect the formation and force the evil god to rush out—"

"Boom boom boom——"

A fierce drumbeat in the Spirit Valley interrupted Qing Yi's words in an instant. It was like thunder and lightning, echoing over the Spirit Valley and alarming all the spirits.

The thunder of war drums startled the sky, the sword energy filled the sky, and the fierce drumbeats resounded for hundreds of miles, making the spirits such as White Ape Man and Flower Granny present look solemn.

"Tweet-"

Following a melodious bird song, a petite bluebird suddenly appeared in front of her and chirped loudly at Grandma Hua.

Granny Hua's expression suddenly changed, and she screamed, "Oh no, Yaqing was right, countless mountain ghosts are really attacking us.

Lan is mobilizing the spiritual power of the mountains to fight against the mountain ghosts, but her transformation is not complete yet, so she is no match for the mountain ghost army."

"It's all my fault for being careless!"

The White Ape's eyes were bloodshot and he said angrily, "I thought there would be signs when the mountain ghosts appeared, but I didn't expect it to be so sudden. I will gather all the spirits to fight and support Lan."

"Mr. Wu Liu, Brother Da Zhu, Da Bao, you all assist Mr. White Ape, Mr. Shui Jing, and Granny Hua in killing the mountain ghost. I am enough here!"

Qing Yi spoke to the crowd, but his eyes never left the altar. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "I thought it had given up after failing for more than ten days in a row, but even if it summoned an army of mountain ghosts, it would still be useless!"

(End of this chapter)