fantasy novels Chapter 172 Clash of Sacred Artifacts
Chapter 172 Clash of Sacred Artifacts
Luo Tianming's shout of "Attack!" was like a thunderclap!
The Primordial Heavenly Spirit Stele trembled violently, and its thousand-mile-long body erupted with ten thousand rays of divine light. The sacred stele rose high into the sky, carrying the power to crush the universe, and crashed down fiercely towards the azure net formed by the Azure Mirror of Soaring Clouds!
"boom!!!"
The first collision between the sacred artifacts unleashed a torrent of violent energy, distorting the sky above the entire Fuyou Sacred Land.
This strike changed the very fabric of the world.
Daylight turned to night, and the sky lost its color!
The entire Fuyou Holy Land seemed to be shaken by an earthquake; the mountains trembled, and many cultivators with low cultivation levels were shaken so badly that they could not stand steadily and their blood and qi surged.
The cultivators of the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land in the sky also trembled violently, their battle formation nearly collapsing. The warships were even forced back a distance by the terrifying energy fluctuations, and other forces in the vicinity were shaken to their sides.
"roar!!!"
The Heavenly Spirit Beast, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, roared to the sky. With a swish of its hundred-foot-long body, golden scales shimmered with auspicious energy. Its five claws spread wide, tearing apart a large patch of azure light net. Its tail swept across, blasting several outer mountain peaks to their knees, sending shattered rocks flying everywhere.
The soaring roc roared in response, spreading its wings to stir up a hundred miles of gale-force winds, the wind blades as sharp as knives, slashing towards the golden dragon.
A dragon and a roc fought fiercely amidst the pressure of ancient sacred artifacts. The dragon's claws tore the roc's feathers, and the wind blades slashed through the dragon's scales. Golden dragon blood and crimson roc blood splattered across the sky!
The battlefield erupted in utter chaos.
Dozens of giant warships from the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land opened fire simultaneously, their bow cannons unleashing a barrage of destructive bullets, and countless beams of light rained down on the Azure Nether Mirror Net.
Each beam of light that fell caused the cyan light net to tremble violently, dimming its radiance slightly.
The remaining cultivators who had submitted to the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land surged out like a tide, with all sorts of supernatural powers and magical treasures flying everywhere, and various spiritual lights exploding, dyeing the sky with colorful hues.
The Golden Armor Team of the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land formed a battle formation and charged ahead, engaging in fierce combat with the disciples of the Soaring Wanderer Holy Land.
The high-ranking cultivators of the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land and other forces scattered in all directions, each taking action and using their great supernatural powers to bombard the array's core, attempting to break the connection between the Azure Nether Mirror and the mountain-protecting array.
Luo Tianming stood atop the Primordial Heavenly Spirit Stele, his hands forming hand seals, his aura merging with the sacred artifact.
He single-handedly withstood the full counterattack of the Holy Lord of Fuyao, his divine powers transforming into the phantoms of the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Black Tortoise, and Vermilion Bird, which surrounded and attacked him.
"Luo Tianming, are you really determined to fight me to the death with Fuyao!"
The Holy Lord of Fuyao roared, his Daoist aura transforming into countless cyan sword energies that clashed violently with Luo Tianming's Four Symbols Power.
Each attack by the two caused the sun and moon to lose their light, the earth to shake, and the rocks of the Fuyou Mountain Range to collapse in large sections, while the light of the mountain-protecting array flickered.
The other top combatants on both sides, such as Elder Bixiao, engaged in fierce battles, with neither side gaining the upper hand.
Seeing the fierce battle, Lu Ming disregarded everything else and leaped forward to join the fight.
Chu Tian grabbed Lu Ming, his brows furrowed in anger, and said, "Have you forgotten what I told you before? Your cultivation level is still low; you mustn't act rashly."
"You are not qualified to participate in the battles in the sky. Stay here and make sure you survive!"
"Yes, Senior Brother." Lu Ming paused slightly and immediately stopped.
Upon seeing Lu Ming abandon his recklessness, Chu Tian gave him a brief instruction before flying off to the battlefield.
Lu Ming stared intently at the battlefield, his Xuan Yuan True Qi surging wildly within his body, fully activating the Five Qi Converging to the Origin Realm, his Dao Foundation faintly glowing.
"What a terrifying battle! Is this the true power of the Holy Land...?"
Xia Linxian and Li Jingyun had already charged out beside Lu Ming.
Xia Linxian held the Zhenhai Pearl, which was extremely powerful. Wherever the Zhenhai Pearl passed, several Tianling cultivators were shattered along with their magical treasures.
Li Jingyun's Dragon Roar Sword's intent soared to the heavens, its roars echoing like dragons. Wherever it passed, sword energy surged like a tsunami, unstoppable by anyone.
Lu Ming's gaze sharpened, and he subconsciously glanced at the outer edge of the clouds.
The group from Lihentian Palace remained standing and watching the battle.
Ning Qingxue, dressed in plain clothes, looked calmly at the battlefield filled with the sounds of battle, as if it had nothing to do with her.
Ning Hanchuan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, while the red-clad youth had a playful smile on his lips, as if he were watching a show.
Lu Ming's heart tightened.
But at this moment, he had no time to think about it.
Several elite cultivators from the Heavenly Spirit Realm had already arrived close. The leader of the group struck out with a palm, shouting, "You little bastard from the Dao Academy, you dare to block my way with only Golden Core cultivation? Die!"
Lu Ming's eyes flashed, and he made his move instantly.
The Golden Lu, Xuanwu True Skill, and Taichu Xuanyuan True Explanation erupted simultaneously. Lu Ming's body radiated golden light as he threw a punch, neither dodging nor avoiding, directly facing the cultivator in front of him!
"Bang!"
The man was sent flying by Lu Ming's punch, his face filled with shock.
"I underestimated you; your martial arts cultivation is so profound!" The man unleashed his magic weapon, and a fiery banner surged forth, unleashing towering waves of fire.
increase!!!
Yun Jianxue was instantly drawn from her sword, and Lu Ming unleashed a sword aura that sliced through the flames and struck the cultivator directly.
The man was so frightened that he instantly used a teleportation technique to escape.
Ning Hanchuan stared at Lu Ming, his brows furrowed. Lu Ming's growth was too fast; his cultivation level was much higher than when they were at Li Tian Cliff.
If he doesn't eliminate him soon, it will only become more and more difficult in the future. Ning Hanchuan has already thought it through. Even if the young palace master despises him, he will find an opportunity to get rid of Lu Ming!
In the center of the battlefield, the battle between the Azure Mirror and the Primordial Heavenly Spirit Tablet has reached a fever pitch.
Each time the Primordial Monument struck, the light of the Azure Mirror dimmed slightly, countless azure Dao patterns shattered, and the mountain-protecting formation emitted a mournful cry of unbearable strain.
The outer peaks of the Fuyou Mountains were leveled one by one, palaces and pavilions collapsed in large numbers, and spiritual energy was in chaos.
But Qingming Mirror is by no means an easy opponent.
The mirror continuously emitted divine light, which neutralized the oppressive force of the Primordial Monument layer by layer, and could even reflect attacks.
Although the mountain-protecting formation could not cover the entire area, it concentrated its power on the light barrier, firmly resisting the crushing force of the sacred artifact.
Fuyao Kunpeng fought valiantly, withstanding the bombardment of the golden dragon and warships. Its wings were tattered, but it still stood firmly in front of the main peak.
The five-clawed golden dragon was also injured, with countless dragon scales falling off and its roar gradually fading, yet it still charged wildly, refusing to retreat even a step.
Luo Tianming and the Holy Lord Fuyao have fought to the point of transcending the mortal realm.
The two figures appeared and disappeared in the clouds, each strike causing strange phenomena in the heavens and earth. Yellow and blue light shot straight into the sky, illuminating the dim world with intermittent light.
"Lord Fuyao, you can't hold on any longer!" Luo Tianming shouted coldly. "If you continue, the entire Fuyao Sect will turn to ashes!"
"We, the disciples of Fuyao, will fight to the death rather than surrender!"
The Holy Lord Fuyao was already stained with blood, yet his aura grew even more fierce. "The teleportation array will be completed in one day. You can't afford to delay! If I can hold out for one more day, I will win!"
These words struck Luo Tianming right where it hurt.
His expression changed drastically.
That's right, he can't afford to waste time.
Every extra moment increases the chances of the Daoist army setting foot in the Central Plains.
"Since that's the case..."
Luo Tianming's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He slammed his hands onto the Primordial Heavenly Spirit Tablet and uttered a true incantation:
"In the beginning of time, the sacred stele stood to protect the world!"
The holy monument's light and size surged, as if it were about to crush the entire Fuyou Mountain Range!
The Azure Mirror trembled violently, and the protective array of the mountain flickered wildly, on the verge of collapse.
The Holy Lord Fuyao spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which landed on the Azure Mirror: "Azure Mirror of Heaven!"
The azure divine light surged once more, forcefully withstanding the crushing force of the Primordial Monument!
Moreover, the Azure Mirror kept reflecting the suppressing power of the Primordial Heavenly Spirit Tablet, so Luo Tianming was also in a difficult situation.
The Azure Mirror sometimes bursts forth with brilliance, and sometimes absorbs all the spiritual light around it. The world is constantly changing, sometimes bright day, sometimes dark night.
The confrontation between the sacred artifacts reached a stalemate, with neither side willing to back down even slightly.
Luo Tianming was secretly alarmed. His cultivation had greatly increased after obtaining the Central Continent Cauldron, and he believed that he had no rivals in the Central Continent. However, Ling Tian's resistance surprised him.
The Holy Lord Ling Tian was even more shocked. Despite being on his home turf and with the Qingming Mirror protected by the mountain-protecting formation, he was actually at a disadvantage in his confrontation with Luo Tianming!
The others were also locked in a fierce battle. Although the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land had united with many other forces, its Grand Elder was not present, leaving only Luo Tianming as its top combatant.
Even the sect leaders of the other forces were not as strong as the group from the Dao Academy. In addition, the only top combatant, the Palace Master of Juechen Palace, was watching from the sidelines.
This earth-shattering battle, which concerns the future of Zhongzhou, has been locked in a stalemate.
They attacked, but couldn't break through.
They defended, and they defended fiercely.
The two sides fought fiercely, but neither side could gain the upper hand.