Douluo: The Unrivaled Evil Nightmare Devil

Chapter 301 is stuck again, the evil nightmare kills the god!
"Swing the sword at God, and the sun and the moon will last forever?" The sacred clone lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the hundreds of thousands of ants under his feet who disregarded life and death.

The anger of ants...can also ignite the heaven and earth.

remarkably brave.

But, it's too futile.

At this moment, even Ye Qing's real body, who was forging iron in the undead demiplane, stopped and looked at the army of the Sun and Moon Empire outside through the perspective of the sacred clone.

Mortals are never lacking in courage.

Although the main theme of this world is always the struggle between the strong, the light burning from mortals is equally dazzling. Perhaps this is why the faith of this world can condense into something like a god.

Ye Qing seemed to understand something, and he also had a better understanding of the power of faith that was constantly gathering in his body.

The will of one person may be insignificant, but the wills of countless people combined together can even shake the will of heaven. Heaven and earth have their own way, and people also have their own way. The belief transformed from this will is indeed very fascinating.

Ye Qing, like many other time travelers, once believed that faith was useless, because there were too many faiths in novels that were far inferior to the power of the strong themselves.

He also had the same idea, believing that he could be strong without the help of so-called faith.

It’s just that the world is not as bleak as described in novels after all.

Faith can create countless gods in the divine world, so how can it be useless? Ye Qing has traveled through time for more than 20 years. His arrogance as a time traveler is constantly being refreshed by the Douluo Continent.

Like now.

In the past, Ye Qing only regarded ordinary people in Douluo Continent as NPCs and consumables for harvesting faith. He only knew that he could use a few tricks to harvest the faith of these leeks like Tang San.

But I have never thought about what the essence of faith is, and why the power of faith is so special in Douluo Continent that it has created two powerful first-level gods one after another.

In the original novel, Tang San even raised the Seagod to the level of God King through the power of his faith.

The power of faith is the power of all living beings.

"The evil nightmare clones can appear now. Although their will moves me, it still cannot change my plan." The silence on Ye Qing's face gradually returned to its coldness, without a trace of warmth.

"Your will is indeed strong, but so is my will. If a person is killed, he will die. If you don't want to die, you can only become stronger at all costs. Become stronger than anyone else and cut off all the enemies that stand in your way."

"It's a pity that you are all nutrients for me to become stronger. Even if you are moved, you can't change my will!"

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outside world.

Ye Qing's consciousness was withdrawn from the sacred clone, and the clone once again returned to a semi-puppet state that acted according to the established plan, maintaining its own style and began to perform according to Ye Qing's script.

"Your courage is commendable, but as I said, you are just a mortal, why seek your own destruction!" The twelve pairs of overlapping wings suddenly separated and turned into twelve terrifying golden swords.

Each sword is a thousand feet long, and the serrated blade made of feathers of light can be felt from thousands of meters away, as if its sharp blade light can cut through everything. The twelve swords float behind the holy clone, making him look like an angel of judgment.

There is cruelty in holiness, and killing in salvation.

However, facing these twelve swords that could easily take their lives and cut them into pieces, the Sun-Moon Empire's army only paused for a moment before launching another death charge towards the sacred clone.

They had already prepared for death, but even in death, they wanted to leave some traces on this arrogant god.

"Attack!" Xu Tianyuan gave the order.

The four national protectors began to overload the soul guide devices, activating the linked soul guide array and connecting the four soul guide groups together.

Imperial Dragon, Evil Lord, Terror Claw, Fire Phoenix.

The four colors of purple, black, gold and red gradually converged together, and finally formed a dazzling four-color light column, which shot towards the position of the sacred clone with an unstoppable momentum.

This attack was extremely terrifying, and the moment it was launched, the overloaded soul guides of the four national defenders were turned into scrap metal at the same time. The core magic array inside the soul guides was permanently damaged due to violent use, and the milk bottles they carried with them and their own soul power were also drained in an instant.

Just to launch this full-strength attack, it has already surpassed the attack of the Extreme Douluo.

Even if Mu Longye and the other two were present, they would not dare to say that they could take this blow. Even if Di Tian, ​​the strongest man in the continent, came, he would be seriously injured instantly if he took this attack.

However, the sacred clone was not panicked at all. Even though he not only had to deal with this attack, but also had to deal with nine level nine fixed-type soul guide shells fired simultaneously, his expression was still so calm.

“Take it, this is the power of a mortal!” Xu Tianyuan roared with red eyes. He tried his best to squeeze out his soul power, and his face turned abnormally red. But after launching this attack, his soul power was almost exhausted, but he stood in the air and laughed.

Not only him, everyone else was also looking at his attack with nervousness on their faces.

Will it be effective?

Will it win?
“I still say the same thing, mortals will never understand how powerful God is.” The divine clone sighed.

After seven days of confirmation, Ye Qing discovered one thing, that is, in Douluo Continent, it seems that only soul beasts using psychic-level cultivation will be noticed by the God Realm. If humans use psychic-level attacks, it will be completely fine.

Such as in front of me.

The all-out attack by the combined forces of the four national protectors, the Soul Guide Corps, has actually reached the priest level. The Ultimate Douluo is certainly incapable of releasing such power, but the divine clone did not feel any sense of being spied on.

The attack power that was gradually mobilized in his body had already surpassed the mortal realm and reached the level of a priest.

Although this clone only has one percent of Ye Qing's original cultivation, his spiritual awareness is at the peak level of a second-level god. Even if it is the gaze of the God King, it should not be completely unnoticeable.

This only proves that the gods don’t care at all.

But it is also true that even if one reaches the level of a priest, it is only the beginning of entering the level of a god.

It is not uncommon for some powerful people in the humanitarian field to burn themselves with all their strength and launch a blow beyond their limits.

Ye Qing's stereotype of 'as long as you use god-level power, you will be noticed by the gods' world' was firstly the attack of Lieyan in the god of wine, and secondly, the action of Haotian's two dogs sealing his own cultivation.

But now think back, Lieyan is not only not human, but also reached the second level of God, it is normal for the God Realm to notice him when he takes action. As for Niu Tian and Tai Tan, they came down from the God Realm after Tang San was resurrected, and they might have been noticed by the God of Destruction, so it is normal for them not to dare to take action under surveillance.

As for the others…why should the God Realm pay attention to attacks from priests who are not even at the level of a third-level God?
Think about the battle at Jialing Pass ten thousand years ago, when our Mouse Douluo's Nine Rings exploded with his Big Xumi Hammer. That was a truly god-level attack! (laughs)
If you think in this way, there is no need to hide the two clones at all.

What's more, Ye Qing's original consciousness had been withdrawn long ago. If a mechanical deity really appeared, the worst that could happen was that the clone would self-destruct. It wouldn't be a big deal. The original body was hiding in the undead demiplane. Could the gods find it in the demiplane through the Internet?
The giant sword formed by the twelve wings was split into two halves under the control of the divine clone. Three of the swords merged together to form a giant crescent sword ten thousand meters long, which slashed down at the four-color light pillars.

As for the other three, they were used to chop at the nine level nine fixed-type soul guide shells that were fired at them, with one sword responsible for three shells, distributed evenly.

The divine clone had a calm expression, swinging his sword with ease. On the other hand, hundreds of thousands of soldiers led by Xu Tianyuan from the Sun and Moon Empire were waiting nervously for the collision of the attacks from both sides.

Not only them, but also the strong men of Douluo Three Kingdoms also flew into the air, wanting to watch the collision between mortals and gods in front of them, and see how big the gap between mortals and gods is.

Under the gazes of countless people, the ten-thousand-meter-long sword was the first to chop on the four-color light column.

Since Ye Qing was still a little unsure, the attack launched by the sacred clone did not exceed the god level by much, but was only a hundred million points stronger than the four-color light pillars emitted by the four national protectors.

The light column washed over the crescent blade, and the golden blade was gradually stained with the color of the light column, and then silently decomposed in the air. As the light column gradually dimmed, the ten thousand meter long sword began to disintegrate from the blade, and finally shattered into a rain of light in the sky.

The four-color light column also completely disappeared after the sword was broken.

Just right?
It's a draw?

This thought appeared in the minds of everyone present as the attacks from both sides disappeared.

But the next second, this idea was abandoned, because the divine clone only used three swords, and the twelve wings behind him represented twelve swords.

What's more, there is a huge gap between the relaxed and carefree divine clone and the exhausted four soul mentors of the national hand on the opposite side.

It can only be said that the strength of this attack was completely under the control of the sacred clone. He did not use one bit more or one bit less strength, and he just offset the attack of the Sun and Moon Empire just right.

Sometimes, it is not the gap visible to the naked eye that makes people despair, but this kind of situation where the opponent can easily defeat you, but you have no idea how many means the opponent has used, and how much combat power he still has. It is like an abyss with no bottom, which is the most despairing.

Nine level nine fixed-type soul-guided shells were easily cut apart by the three swords thrown out by the sacred clone, and blossomed into nine small suns in the air. However, before the explosion could spread out, they were wrapped up by the swords that had transformed into wings again, and the attack did not spread out at all.

After the wings folded and turned into a ball of light and disappeared, the nine shells also completely disappeared without leaving any trace.

The body of the sacred clone that had lost half of its wings shook, and three pairs of wings appeared behind it again. Then, these three pairs of wings flew out again and turned into six swords again.

This is not a consumable, but a continuous turret attack.

But the attack of the Sun-Moon Empire was a one-time attack. Xu Tianyuan and his men could no longer launch the same attack as before.

Everyone was stunned.

"The gods are so powerful?!" The Titled Douluo of the three empires seemed to have refreshed their worldviews. They looked at the sacred clones in the sky with eager eyes, their eyes full of desire for this realm.

No wonder, no wonder!

There is a reason why no one has been able to become a god in Douluo Continent for thousands of years. The Extreme Douluo is already an achievement that no mortal can achieve, let alone a true god above the Extreme Douluo?

The army of the Sun-Moon Empire had previously shouted the slogan 'Swing the sword at God, the sun and the moon will live forever', so why couldn't they, the Douluo Three Kingdoms, shout the same slogan?
"The divine power is invincible, the true God has come to the world!"

Cheers and applause like a landslide and tsunami suddenly broke out. Compared with the shouts of hundreds of thousands of people in the Sun and Moon Empire, the millions of troops of the Three Douluo Kingdoms and the civilians who came to watch the excitement added up to nearly ten million.

The momentum they unleashed was even more unimaginably magnificent!
The power of faith, which is countless times greater than before, continuously gathers on the sacred clone, then is transmitted to Ye Qing through communication, and finally fills the prototype of his divine throne.

What a huge power of faith this is! It is countless times purer and more powerful than the power of faith harvested by Poseidon, the God of Angels, and Tang San.

After all, this is a miracle that I saw with my own eyes, this is divine power that I witnessed with my own eyes.

This is the hope and light brought by the gods under the premise of destroying the country!

With just this wave of faith, Ye Qing has gathered enough total amount to condense a second-level godhood. As long as he works on it a little more, he can skip the long gathering time and gather enough faith to condense a first-level godhood, and no longer need to accept the inheritance of the godhood from others.

Only what belongs to you is the most suitable.

The cheers from the Douluo Three Kingdoms were like a raging tide, but they plunged the people from the Sun-Moon Empire into the abyss of despair. Their final struggle turned out to be so ridiculous in front of the gods.

It's still a joke that can be easily eliminated.

“Hehe… I lost…” Xu Tianyuan coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face ashen, his lifeless eyes staring at the sacred clone, and spoke softly.

"We lost, just like... four thousand years ago, we lost miserably. Every time we were about to succeed, there were strong men from the Douluo Three Kingdoms who were able to turn the tide. Could it be that we, the Sun and the Moon, are not destined to succeed?"

"How ridiculous! Hahaha..." Xu Tianyuan roared hysterically, and his voice also made the soldiers around him angry and silent.

"Marshal, why should we fear death?"

"Even if we die, even if our Sun-Moon Empire ceases to exist, I believe that one day, our Sun-Moon name will resound throughout the world again!"

"That's right. So what if we lose countless times? I believe our descendants will be able to restore the name of Sun and Moon one day!"

"We are willing to die with the Marshal!"

Xu Tianyuan looked at the free and heroic faces around him, and the anger in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Yes, what if we die? One day, we will win back!
"Then...you guys go to hell!" The sacred clone snorted coldly, raised his hands above his head, and the twelve winged swords suddenly merged into one, turning into a huge blade that seemed to be able to support the heaven and earth.

"This is... the Heavenly Punishment Blade! If you die under my blade, you will die a worthy death!"

After saying this, the divine clone no longer hesitated. He gently waved his raised right hand, and the huge sword fell down like the sky, slashing towards the army of the Sun and Moon Empire.

Not a single person from the Sun and Moon army, including the four protectors of the nation, fled. Even though many of them had fear in their eyes, they still stood still.

It was as if they were using their flesh and blood to build the last high wall for the Sun-Moon Empire.

Just before they were about to die, a cold and domineering voice sounded.

"Hehehe... God? Really amazing!" In the distant sky, a figure covered in a black robe walked out of the space. Although he was still more than ten kilometers away from the Mingdou Mountains, everyone noticed his presence at the first moment.

Because... he also has that otherworldly temperament.

He is another god!
The black figure moved slightly, raised his foot, stepped forward seemingly easily, and disappeared on the spot the next second.

Then, a blood-red light flashed by in an instant, and the huge falling sword stopped in the air, and then exploded into a rain of light in the sky in the vibration.

"Who is it!" the sacred clone shouted loudly.

“Hehehe…I am the Evil Nightmare Killer God!”

(End of this chapter)