HCB Chapter 562 The Grand Finale 2: The Conceptual River God
Chapter 562 The Grand Finale 2: The Conceptual River God
Correcting the eons is the duty of the Heavenly Way.
Hongjun Laozu believed he was in the right and had given them a chance.
Since they don't know how to appreciate kindness, then a few less Taoists in this primordial world are of little importance.
He flicked his sleeve of power and was about to turn away without even looking at the result, before glancing indifferently at Tathagata who had failed to complete the task.
Hongjun was absolutely confident in the power of the Heavenly Dao.
An overwhelming force descended, yet no sound of flesh shattering was heard. Hongjun Ancestor turned around in surprise.
All he saw was his own swift movement of the sleeve being blocked by a streak of blood.
"The River Styx?" He frowned as he looked at it.
The Styx Ancestor always kept to himself.
Hongjun Laozu's move included even Xuandu, who had the highest realm, but unexpectedly, Styx appeared halfway and fought to the death.
boom--
Styx Ancestor took a direct hit from Hongjun Ancestor, and his inner energy dissipated. Before his body turned into blood mist, he freed one hand to cover Mosquito Daoist's eyes.
Then.
His body exploded.
The power of Heaven blasted him into a bloody mess. Even though everyone present was a cultivator, they could not hide their shock at seeing the corpse of the Styx Ancestor.
Mosquito Taoist sniffed, his mouth filled with the stench of blood.
"Do not!!!"
She cried out to the sky, her ferocious aura uncontrollable.
Jin Chanzi spat again from the side and pulled her away: "Alright, alright, out of his 480 million Blood God Child clones, only one died, don't get agitated."
"Oh." Mosquito Taoist quickly remembered and began to casually slap Yang Jiao again.
A gust of wind blew across the sea of blood, and for some reason, Jin Chanzi felt a chill.
Hongjun Laozu narrowed his eyes, looking at this group of people who violated the laws of heaven, and stopped pursuing the unfounded title.
The ways of Heaven require justification.
But they defied the heavens first, and now that they're dead, they can't speak.
As for the Styx River and Xuandu, they will be sealed.
Let all 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals fill the Jade Tablet of Creation.
With that thought in mind, Ancestor Hongjun directly entered the Creation Jade Disc above Mount Ling.
The power of the Dao instantly filled the area.
The Jade Disc of Creation pressed down on everyone's heads as if the sky had collapsed.
Grand Master Xuandu raised his palm, but was still pressed so hard that the soil beneath his feet sank deep.
Styx Ancestor was about to leap out of the sea of blood again, but Hongjun stopped him with a single glance: "Styx, do you really think you can't kill all the clones?"
Nezha glanced at the unconscious Yang Jiao and entrusted her to Mosquito Taoist, saying, "Take good care of her."
Then, he resolutely revealed three heads and eight arms, carrying the Jade Disc of Creation, and blood of backlash immediately gushed from his mouth.
Sun Wukong and Yang Jian didn't delay and both reached out to carry it.
At this moment, Hongjun Laozu sat cross-legged in the Creation Jade Disc, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.
To fight against Heaven is to overestimate one's own strength.
Yang Jiao was unaware of how critical the situation was, as his clone was cultivating in the Twenty-Four Heavens World.
Each small world is a primordial chaos.
Yang Jiao stood in the hazy land, gazing alone at the chaotic space. Instead of rashly using his clones to learn any of the three thousand Dao techniques, Yang Jiao only learned the Dao of Power for each clone.
Strength is her very essence.
In the west, Yang Chan and Kinnara, who were shrouded outside the barrier, were filled with fear and unease.
My sister is right here, but I just can't get in.
Yang Chan's eyes gradually turned red.
His whole body was as cold as ice.
The cold air grew increasingly intense.
"Hongjun! Heavenly Dao!" She struck the barrier with her palms one after another, but to no avail.
Blood droplets fell from her palm.
Kinnara continued to cast spells, but not even the slightest gap could be broken.
He was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead. "What should I do? What should I do?"
The people inside were Yang Jiao, Yang Jian, Brother Maitreya, and Brother Ksitigarbha, rare bright spots in his life.
There were also the seeds he had planted in the West over many years. Those seeds had already taken root and sprouted when the sacred mountain was shrouded in mist. Before he left, he had already seen the resilient sprouts pushing open the parched soil.
At this moment, they would be crushed by the Jade Disc of Creation until they had no life left.
Once darkness takes hold in one's heart, it spreads like wildfire and cannot be stopped.
It multiplies, reproduces, and finally devours in Kinnara's mind.
The darkness in his eyes was even deeper than the red in Yang Chan's eyes. As if sensing that his master's hope had been destroyed, the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus suddenly appeared in front of him.
It piously and almost submissively cried out, "Master, if you become one with me, you can destroy the world."
Kinnara glanced at Black Lotus, and this time he had no more thoughts of running away. He slowly reached out his hand towards Black Lotus.
The limbs that the twelfth-grade black lotus of destruction had conjured retracted, and a complete black lotus platform appeared.
Kinnara went up.
In an instant, his white clothes turned into a black robe.
His long, flowing hair cascaded down his back, making his face appear even whiter.
"break."
The deathly aura, even heavier than destruction itself, directly swallowed the barrier set up by Hongjun Laozu, creating a large hole.
Yang Chan turned back to look at him in astonishment, but before she could say anything, she rushed inside.
Hongjun, the patriarch, was scoffing at their audacity to defy the heavens when he instantly sensed the change in the barrier and his eyes widened in shock:
"Rahu?!"
"No, Rahu has already self-destructed, how could he still appear?"
He looked up.
A boy exuding demonic energy was sitting atop the twelfth-grade black lotus of destruction.
They cannot be kept.
This was Hongjun's first reaction.
He raised his hand to grab Kinnara, but just as his hand reached out, a white lotus swayed and separated his hand.
"A twelve-petaled pure white lotus!"
The twelfth-grade Pure White Lotus actually stood in front of the twelfth-grade World-Destroying Black Lotus!
How could beings that are like natural enemies protect each other?
As Yang Chan watched the Jade Disc of Creation press down harder and harder, her second brother Yang Jian was covered in blood, and her sister Yang Jiao was even more bewildered. The white lotus returned to her hand and bloomed, blasting towards Hongjun.
"What a pity, you are useless, you have wasted such a good treasure."
Hongjun lifted his eyelids, then fell silent again.
The insignificant Rahu demonic energy is nothing to fear, nor is the Pure White Lotus of Purification.
“Kinnara? No…” Maitreya suddenly fell silent as he looked at Kinnara, whose temperament was completely different. The current Kinnara looked even more terrifying than Tathagata, who had tried to seize the Primordial Purple Qi before!
What kind of place is the West? Kinnara actually has the potential to destroy the Three Realms.
Soon, Yang Chan and Kinnara, who had already turned into the wicked Wutian, also joined in.
After enduring the pressure of the Creation Jade Disc, it actually slowed down its descent.
Hongjun Laozu frowned.
The weight pressed down heavily, fitting perfectly.
These Taoist priests, who were all of exceptional talent and ability, were actually rebellious.
If one could wholeheartedly follow the Way of Heaven, the Jade Disc of Creation would have been filled long ago!
At this moment, however, they can only use their flesh and blood and souls to try and make mistakes.
He sighed and made a firm decision.
Wu Tian was so agitated that he swayed and spat out blood. At that moment, another destructive artifact resonated with him.
"Godslayer Spear!"
He murmured to himself.
From the lower corner, an ordinary-looking hoe flew out.
Ksitigarbha's eyes almost popped out.
But as the hoe, still covered in mud, drew closer, it was as if a treasure, covered in dust, had been unearthed and was now brand new.
The gun gleamed, its surface embossed with countless chaotic demonic patterns, and stood beside Wutian, howling with a shrill, mournful cry of a demon god.
Even Yang Jian didn't expect that the person who turned the tide in the end was not Grand Master Xuandu or Ancestor Styx, but actually Kinnara, the plant-loving girl his father had taken in!
At this moment, Wutian gripped the God-Slaying Spear and swept through the void.
The sky seemed to have been directly cracked open.
It tore open a terrifying river of time.
Hongjun Ancestor glanced at Kinnara with apprehension, determined not to let him grow stronger, and went so far as to use the most terrifying power of the Creation Jade Disc—the Three Thousand Law Chains.
Each one represents a chaotic demon god.
"You're all asking for death!"
Splash!
The grinding sound of the chain fell straight down, and just then, a head suddenly popped out from the river of time that had been torn open.
He was dressed as a refined scholar, with a round little bun on his head.
A curious face peeked out.
Wow, there are so many people!
Yun Zhongzi, who had almost been transformed into a river god, exclaimed in surprise, "River God! Aren't you being a bit too presumptuous?"
The river god's eyes narrowed to slits, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Time is a river, after all."