Embers of Sword

Chapter 82: Daomen, Tianxiazhai
Raging waves rolled, and the ship rose along with the waves, climbing to a height of a hundred feet.

Hundreds of Dao patterns exploded on the hull.

Three great Yin God Realm practitioners started a battle on the Po Lu. King You Hai fought one against two, but not only did he not fall into a disadvantage, he instead played an extremely suppressive scene -

After entering the Yin God realm, the Great Dao Cave Heaven becomes completely mature, and the cultivator can condense the "Dharma Image".

Jiang Qihu's angry tiger form had been shattered several times in succession, and now it was condensed again...but its light was dim and it could dissipate at any time.

Ye Qinglian's Dharma image, "Tongtian Teng", was slightly better, but most of its branches and leaves were also broken off.

And the other side.

Chu Lin, the King of the Ocean, did not even summon the Dharma image.

The dragon robe was stained with blood.

But not a drop was his own.

"Drink!"

Jiang Qihu's vitality was almost exhausted. He held the long sword in both hands and kicked the ground again, but the next moment he was hit in the lower abdomen by Chu Lin again.

This time Chu Lin did not withdraw his hand, but rushed out dozens of feet with Jiang Qihu and crashed directly into the mast. His entire forearm was surrounded by thunder, and the burst of lightning enveloped the entire ship, the Po Lu!
"Zi la la!"

After the lightning disappeared.

Jiang Qihu lowered his head and stared blankly at what was below him.

The palm of You Haiwang pierced through his flesh.

Perhaps it was because the thunder method was too fierce that he couldn't even feel the pain at this moment... But perhaps there was another possibility.

The palm pierced through the abdomen, very close to the dantian.

This is the most important "cave heaven" for practitioners.

This means that as long as he wants, King You Hai can abolish his Dantian and shatter his Dongtian at any time.

“Brother Qi Hu, believe me, if you condense the Dharma image again, you will die on the spot.”

Chu Lin slowly pulled out his bloody hand and looked down at this stubborn man who would rather die than surrender, his eyes cold to the extreme.

Jiang Qihu fell to the ground.

Of course, he wouldn’t care about Chu Lin’s words.

He groaned.

Unfortunately, it’s because of the overdraft.

The angry tiger's Dharma image could not be condensed no matter what.

On the other side, Ye Qinglian’s situation was not much better... The ship Po Lu was littered with shattered and broken flying swords.

Now, she only has the "Tongtian Vine" as her trump card.

After all.

It was King You Hai who had the idea of "mercy".

Otherwise, the battle would have ended long ago.

"For so many years, you have been hiding your abilities. In fact, you have already entered the Nineteenth Level of Yin God?"

Ye Qinglian looked at the man in the python robe in front of her, her eyes full of despair.

Chu Lin’s realm is even higher than the waves rising on the Lichao River combined.

In the Yin Shen realm, each realm leads to a higher level of ascension to heaven.

After reaching the twentieth realm, one achieves Yang God.

The one who was able to defeat her and Jiang Qihu without any resistance without summoning any Dharma images... was at least at the nineteenth realm.

"It was a coincidence, a combination of circumstances."

Chu Lin said softly: "I have never thought about relying on the 'Tide Festival' to ascend to the Yang God. Or rather, I am not interested in practicing at all."

The reason why he was given the title "Youhai".

It’s because Chu Lin has never liked practicing since he was a child.

only……

After my brother's death, many things became different.

He had a new plan, and this plan required him to make some compromises.

"By chance, Yin Shen Nineteen?"

After listening to this, Ye Qinglian smiled bitterly.

She found it ironic.

Is this a height that many people cannot reach even after a lifetime of hard work?

In this great Chu Dynasty, how many people know that the cultivation talent of King Chu Lin of Youhai is so high?
At this moment, King You Hai completely crushed Ye Qinglian's fighting spirit.

The vine on the mast was removed, and the last branch, dragging the bleeding Jiang Qihu, came to Ye Qinglian.

"Kill...kill..."

Jiang Qihu, whose lower abdomen was pierced and burned, was still mumbling subconsciously. Even at this moment, he was still holding the long knife tightly.

Ye Qinglian just shook her head silently, put her hand on the wound and stopped the bleeding for Jiang Qihu.

kill?

This battle... was doomed from the beginning.

King You Hai held back.

He did not break Jiang Qihu's Dantian, leaving a complete cave.

"Let him have a good rest."

After confirming that neither of them posed a threat, King You Hai stopped attacking. He resumed his lazy temperament as the idle prince and spoke softly.

"Stop wasting your energy."

As he had said before, he had no intention of distinguishing between life and death.

The tide is rising.

The countless blood-red lights shooting up into the sky from Lichao City echoed with the increasingly high waves.

"The formation has been set in motion. Once the Tide Sacrifice Ritual begins, it cannot be interrupted."

King You Hai came to the bow and said softly: "Either the people of Lichao City die, or... I die."

Judging from the current situation——

One hour later, Lichao City will be submerged by the tide. At that time, all living beings in the city will be sacrificed by the formation and become feed for Chu Lin to ascend to the Yang God.

Ye Qinglian silently supported Jiang Qihu and leaned against the railing at the stern of the ship.

Jiang Qihu's lips moved as if he was saying something.

She frowned slightly and moved her head closer, trying to hear clearly what Jiang Qihu said.

"road……"

I could only hear one word vaguely. Dao?
Ye Qinglian looked at the man in front of her in silence, not knowing what was going on.

She could see that Jiang Qihu had already risked half his life, and if You Haiwang had not shown mercy, the idiot would probably have died here... This was not the scene she had expected.

The man behind Jiang Qihu has planned everything and knows all the secrets of the world.

the most important is--

Chen Jingxuan treated Jiang Qihu like a brother.

How could he allow Jiang Qihu to die here?
Jiang Qihu forced out an ugly smile and uttered two words with great effort.

This time Ye Qinglian heard it clearly.

"Daomen."

She was suddenly stunned.

Jiang Qihu used his blood-stained fingers to write a crooked word on her palm.

Don.

That's a person's last name.

A name that Ye Qinglian feared for many years, and wanted to fight, but could never bring herself to do so.

That is the surname of the current head of Tianxiazhai.

In the past ten years, Ye Qinglian practiced very hard, wanting to compete with Jiang Miaoyin, the head of Yuping Peak... She knew that she was probably no match for Jiang Miaoyin, but she still wanted to give it a try.

If she hadn't met Jiang Miaoyin early on, would she still have this idea?
Ye Qinglian didn't know.

But she knew.

Jiang Miaoyin is not a real monster.

Some people are born to practice cultivation. When facing that kind of "evil spirit", she really can't think of competing with him for superiority.

For example, Xie Xuanyi back then.

Another example is Tang Fengshu, who is known as the most talented person in the hundred years of Da Chu's cultivation.

Ye Qinglian looked at Jiang Qihu with a complicated expression.

The latter grinned.

Standing at the bow, with his hands on the railing, and leisurely overlooking the tide of Lichao City, King Youhai's pupils suddenly contracted.

There was a "boom".

A sound of air bursting, like a powerful crossbow breaking through the air, brushed past his cheek.

Then, a figure landed on the mast of the ship.

The big ship was at the highest point of numerous waves.

And she stood at the highest point of the ship.

The hair of King You Hai was shattered, his long hair flew, and his python robe also flew along with it.

There was a hint of blood in the sea breeze that had never been there before.

A narrow cut was made on Chu Lin's cheek, and blood flowed out.

The Qingzhou king of a different surname turned around very slowly, and slowly raised his head to look towards the mast of the ship.

The waves were raging and the sky was dark.

A young woman in a green shirt, with a whisk in her arm, looks as serene as an immortal.

"Lord Chu, long time no see."

The woman stood on the mast, looking at the man in the python robe expressionlessly.

Chu Lin reached out and touched his cheek, looking at the pool of blood on his palm, and chuckled softly, "It's been a long time indeed. When was the last time we met?"

"Twenty years ago."

The woman said, "The Dao Sect invites you to be a guest. I still remember that Master said that Prince Chu was born with great talent and would accomplish something amazing in the future."

Chu Lin was speechless.

He sighed and said, "Your master is a wise man. Is he okay now?"

"It was good before, but if you know what happened in Qingzhou, I'm sure it won't be so good anymore."

The woman sneered, "I didn't expect that he would make mistakes sometimes - Chu Lin, you are the king of Qingzhou, but you are colluding with the demon country and refining the people of Da Chu with blood! Is this the amazing feat you want to accomplish!"

"Everything is fate, nothing is up to you."

Chu Lin sighed and said seriously: "I don't want this to happen..."

next moment.

His dragon robe fluttered as he suddenly leaped up and rushed towards the mast.

Above the zenith, there was a sudden rumble of thunder, and the entire dark sky, like thick ink, was cut in half. In the raging waves, a unicorn statue that was a hundred feet tall suddenly appeared, which was more majestic and ferocious than the unicorn on the bow of the Po Lu!

"boom!"

Lightning exploded.

After the two figures collided, they retreated violently. Tang Fengshu in green shirt retreated back to the highest point of the mast, with his hair at the temples slightly messy.

The King of the Ocean, Chu Lin, slammed heavily back onto the deck.

He reached out and wiped the corner of his lips, and this time, the bleeding was no longer on his cheek.

"As expected, he is a rare genius in the Taoist sect."

Chu Lin looked up at the woman standing on the mast and said with emotion, "You have only been practicing Taoism for half a century, and you have already stepped half a foot into the Yang God realm... Even Xie Xuanyi back then couldn't compare to you at this speed, right?"

"I don't know whether I can beat Xie Xuanyi or not."

Tang Fengshu said expressionlessly: "But as long as I can beat you, that's enough."

Chu Lin stretched out his hands.

Rumble, rumble——

The tide rose in the Yangtze River, and the blue waves of the North Sea surged along with it. The lifelike Qilin statue was hidden in the waves, as if it was carrying the entire ship on its back, rolling in the raging waves.

"So... Chen Jingxuan was well prepared, but unfortunately he is still a little young."

Chu Lin shook his head and smiled, then asked faintly, "As both of us are in the Yin God Realm, I may not be your opponent... but who wants to fight you in the Yin God Realm?"

The tide is surging.

Countless angry waves accelerated their speed and hit the ancient city!

Tang Fengshu stood at the top of the mast.

She just stared at the scene silently and did not intervene.

"Prince Chu, you are still a little young."

Amid the angry waves, the woman's sarcastic voice echoed.

"You don't think that I came here to fight you, do you?"

(End of this chapter)