The Treasure Generating Bowl - Chapter 1474

Chapter 1473 Azure Lotus Daoist

“It seems you really believe in the supremacy of strength!” Wuchen, a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, looked at He Pingsheng and said, “Since you believe in the supremacy of strength, then today I will show you what true strength really is!”

“I’ve heard that you possess the ability to fight opponents of higher ranks!”

“How about this… step into the void and fight me!”

“I will only use three moves!”

“If you survive within three moves, I will not pursue the matter of you and your husband killing my disciple!”

“Of course, I will not hold back with these three moves; I will go all out!”

“If you die before you can withstand three of my moves, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

“Husband!” Qiao Huizhu grabbed He Pingsheng’s hand with a worried expression: “You can refuse… let me do it!”

He Pingsheng smiled, patted Qiao Huizhu’s hand, and said with a confident smile, “Don’t worry, I won’t die!”

Before this, He Pingsheng had fought against the Six Senses Buddha Emperor, the three avatars of the Six Senses Buddha, the Landa Buddha Emperor, and the Xunlei Immortal Emperor, among other Great Luo Golden Immortals.

He won’t die without using any magic talismans.

Then why would I be afraid of a mere second-level Great Luo Golden Immortal like you?

Moreover, He Pingsheng has made great progress in swordsmanship and sword intent through hundreds of years of comprehension.

His spiritual sense and physical cultivation have both reached the fifth level of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

He Pingsheng’s current combat power is several times greater than it was before.

He also wanted to test his true fighting ability.

“Everyone!” He Pingsheng said, “When Qian Gou challenged me, he was just as arrogant. Now you see, it’s Wu Chen who is challenging me!”

“If you’re going to lose face later, don’t try to distort the truth!”

After saying that, He Pingsheng took a step forward and flew directly into the depths of the void.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

Inside the divine palace, the hundred or so people gathered in Qiao Huizhu’s courtyard also transformed into streams of light and headed towards the void.

The crowd was scattered in corners thousands of miles away, watching.

He Pingsheng and Wuchen stood in the void, with a distance of more than a thousand feet between them.

“He Pingsheng…you are, after all, a Taiyi Golden Immortal!” Wuchen casually took out a palm-sized rattle drum: “Let you make the first move!”

“Okay!” He Pingsheng didn’t stand on ceremony.

Rumble…

With a single turn of the Taixu Xuanmo Scripture within his body, his form grew to a size of ten thousand feet, his entire body turning pitch black and embracing demonic power.

Arms stretched out from behind him.

A thousand hands and a thousand eyes!

He Pingsheng didn’t hold back and immediately unleashed his most lethal move!

The enormous demonic body, combined with its thousand arms and the thousand eyes that opened in its palms, was incredibly awe-inspiring.

A powerful force, seemingly originating from the depths of the Netherworld, converged here.

Even Wuchen, who was at the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, felt an unprecedented sense of pressure.

He felt a little regretful.

He regretted letting He Pingsheng make the first move.

If I hadn’t let him make the first move, he might not have had time to unleash such a powerful divine ability under my suppression.

Damn it…

With his mind preoccupied, Wuchen dared not delay, and instantly activated the rattle drum with his internal Daoist magic and immortal energy.

This rattle drum is a seventh-grade immortal artifact. Although it is only of low grade, it is both offensive and defensive, making it a rare find.

It is the primary offensive magic weapon of the Immortal Emperor Wuchen.

Rumble…

The palm-sized rattle drum instantly expanded to a size of ten thousand feet, blocking He Pingsheng’s way.

Just then, the Heavenly Demon Divine Light emanating from He Pingsheng’s Thousand Hands and Thousand Eyes converged, transforming into a massive black demonic light that rushed towards the drum.

Thump…

The impact produced a deafeningly loud sound.

A black sound wave, almost visible to the n*ked eye, rippled outwards and swept in all directions.

Half of the immortals who were watching from thousands of miles away were blasted backward by the energy sound waves.

However, although He Pingsheng’s attack was powerful, his opponent was, after all, a Great Luo Golden Immortal, so it did not do anything to Wuchen.

But just as the demonic light of that attack faded, two more sword lights, one red and one purple, shot towards the Great Luo Golden Immortal from either side.

It turned out that He Pingsheng had already released two artifact spirits, Zi Ling and Hong Ling, each carrying a longsword transformed from the Hongmeng Purple Gold Staff, hiding in the void, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.

Because of the fusion with the [Origin of Illusion], these two sticks also possess the function of illusion.

It can hide in the void, and even a Great Immortal cannot detect it.

Wuchen tried to escape in a somewhat disheveled state!

But he suddenly discovered that the space and time in the void he was in seemed to be interfered with by some kind of great Dao technique, and he was unable to move for the time being.

“Damn it… damn it, damn it…”

Wuchen cursed loudly, but he didn’t dare to hesitate. He took out two immortal artifacts with his left and right hands and blasted them at the two sword lights.

Offense is the best form of defense.

However, the next moment, the two sword lights, one red and one purple, vanished instantly and disappeared again.

After Wuchen unleashed his attack, the two sword lights arrived in front of him without him noticing, and then passed through his body from left to right with lightning speed.

“puff……”

Two sword lights, leaving two streaks of blood.

“cut……”

Just then, He Pingsheng, who was standing directly in front of Wuchen, suddenly slashed out with his sword.

The Xuanhuang Divine Sword, now ten thousand feet in size, swiftly swept across the void, and a moon-white sword light, like a crescent moon, fell towards Wuchen’s head.

Its imposing momentum is so great that it can destroy mountains and break seas, seemingly capable of cleaving through the void.

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This sword strike drained all of He Pingsheng’s immortal energy, containing the sword intent he had comprehended over hundreds of years. Not to mention its earth-shattering and awe-inspiring power, even before the sword’s sharpness landed on Wuchen’s head, Wuchen already felt the threat of death.

Moreover, this attack was accompanied by the spatial laws that sealed off the void, making it impossible for Wuchen to escape even if he wanted to.

It’s over!

It’s over!

My life is over!

In the blink of an eye, Wuchen was soaked in sweat from head to toe.

Moreover, he had just launched two attacks to block He Pingsheng’s purple and red swords, so he had no time or opportunity to block He Pingsheng’s direct sword strike.

There is only one way out: death!

Even if you call for help, it will be too late.

Fortunately!

He Pingsheng’s sword light stopped abruptly when it was only a few feet away from Wuchen’s head.

boom……

The sword light stopped in mid-air, but the sword intent and sword energy it carried came straight at him, instantly tearing Wuchen’s robes to shreds.

On the other side, He Pingsheng frowned.

Then an invisible giant hand slowly emerged from the void.

It was that enormous hand that grabbed He Pingsheng’s sword light, preventing his attack from advancing any further.

“A very good sword strike!” A hollow voice came from the void: “Oh no… I should say, half a sword strike!”

“Only when this divine power is fully formed can it possess its full power!”

“The spirit is good, but it lacks resilience!”

“go……”

With that last word, the moon-white sword light shattered in the void.

A colossal human figure appeared in the void.

He was ethereal and elusive; his enormous body was only visible from the upper half, like a transparent shadow.

Thousands of miles away, all the disciples knelt down: “Greetings, Ancestor…”

He Pingsheng was startled.

Our ancestors?

who?

Qinglian Daojun?

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