sword sentient beings

Chapter 860 Immortal God

"What's going on?" King Huan looked around nervously, but he couldn't see any trace. For a moment he thought he had seen a ghost, his legs trembled at first, and then he ran forward a few steps like crazy.

He had just taken three steps when he felt a burning sensation. With a crackling sound, his arm seemed to have touched a hot iron plate, and a large piece of his hair was blown off. He took a few steps back, turned around and ran in another direction, but after a few steps he hit the hot wall again.

In a moment, he tried four directions, including above, before he confirmed that he was trapped in a small transparent plywood house. If he didn't want to be roasted, he could only squat on the spot and do nothing.

But when he looked up, he saw the still dark cemetery, with graves vaguely visible.

At this moment, a thought flashed through his mind: "I told you not to build a base in a cemetery, but they insisted on building one! Look, they are trapped in a wall, right?"

In the hall over there, the Grand Chancellor watched the Crown Prince leave, and went over tomorrow's plan in his mind. Just as he was about to relax a little, his eyes suddenly fixed and he shouted, "Who is it?"

A wheel of light rolled with flames and swept towards him. It was so fast that it exceeded the reaction of the Grand Chancellor and hit him instantly. The Grand Chancellor shouted loudly and left several black afterimages of men, women, old and young. The man had appeared a hundred feet away.

"Haha, didn't you say you had made a step forward? Why do you keep using the substitute trick over and over again?" someone said sarcastically.

"Who?" Otsukasa roared, and then he saw the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him. This face was unforgettable to others, and even more so to him. He could blurt out without having to search his memory: "You, Tang Zhao! How dare you break in!"

Tang Zhao stared at the Grand Chancellor and said, "Originally, I could let you act boldly, wait until tomorrow when you have displayed your strength and put all your cards on the line, then show up the moment you think you have succeeded, and throw you into hell, making you extremely depressed. That would be much more satisfying. But after thinking about it, I decided not to. How can I allow a bunch of you to disturb the funeral of a noble? I can't let you mess up Yunzhou just for my own whim. So... I'm going to finish you off here today!"

The Grand Chancellor was furious, thinking that Tang Zhao was mocking him, and shouted, "How shameless! How dare you come to me, you little bastard? I was looking for you! If you are lucky enough to make progress with the help of your predecessors, you can..."

boom--

Suddenly, a golden light flashed behind him. The Grand Chancellor turned around in astonishment and saw that the dome of the magnificent palace had been pierced, leaving only half of it. There was a golden light shining above, as if a sun had set. And in the sun, an elegant figure could be seen. It was...

"Golden Crow?!" The Great Prime Minister was incredulous, "How could it..."

"Your Highness Jinwu has returned. Aren't you happy? Don't you want to seek revenge on it? It wanted to come after you, but I also wanted to meet you, its old friend. It gave you to me because I am a junior. You are lucky that you only need to deal with me."

"Wait... Jinwu is still alive? What about you? Who are you? Your sword..."

Tang Zhao stretched out his hand and held the sword. It didn't look like he was holding a sword, but rather like he was holding up a sun. "Me? I am Jingxing Sword!"

Behind him, rays of sunlight rose up one after another, like golden swords piercing through the darkness and the barrier of the enchantment set up in the darkness. They could be seen clearly dozens or hundreds of miles away.

In the distance, Yunzhou City was in an uproar as expected. Tang Zhao's sword light was very recognizable, and more than one person recognized it. They immediately understood that Tang Zhao was fighting the enemy outside - Yunzhou City had a strong enemy coming! Everyone was ready for battle, and the army began to gather. They thought the same as Tang Zhao, and they must not let the outsiders disturb the peace of the Lord.

"Damn it!" The Grand Chancellor had no way to stop Tang Zhao's sword from flashing, because he had been hastily prepared for the fight and was still adjusting his state. This attack would not be able to seize the initiative after all. He also knew that his plan had been completely exposed - even if he didn't inform Zhongtian Mansion directly through the sword light, who knew if Tang Zhao had any other means of reporting the news? In other words, the moment Tang Zhao discovered them, the plan had been exposed, and any other communication was just a means.

however……

"So what? We launched the surprise attack just to save trouble. Even if you find out, what does it matter? Yunzhou is a small place, but we are an upright army and we will still rule the land..."

"Bang!" There was a loud noise behind him, and a large part of the huge palace collapsed again. The remaining palace was less than one-third of its original size. The Grand Chancellor's face turned black. He was the king of the world, but he was afraid that he would be gone.

It doesn't matter if the emperor is gone, but I'm afraid the country will also be gone. Just now he asked the prince to inform the emperor to change the martial temple of the Palace of Conquest. I don't know if it has been changed. Even if it has, the Emperor of Wei who has been sitting on the dragon throne for twenty years is probably not worth expecting. How can he be able to match the sword god Jinwu, who is said to be the most powerful? I don't know if there will be a young man with the blood of the Great Wei who can be helped to sit in the palace after this battle... Forget it. Regardless of whether he is the emperor or not, he should take care of himself first. When has the sky of the Great Wei been the emperor? Hasn't it always been me? I just don't have that drop of blood to irrigate the country...

The Grand Chancellor put aside his thoughts about the future and focused all his energy on the present. He sneered and said, "Such a young sword immortal, no wonder he is so proud. I heard that Jinwu is known as the strongest sword immortal, but I am not a sword immortal, but I am stronger than you, stronger than all sword immortals! I want you to see what the strong people in this world should be like!"

Tang Zhao had already entered into combat mode, so he could hardly speak, but he did not rush to attack. One of the reasons, and also the reason why he asked Lord Jinwu to go to the battlefield over there while he stayed here, was: he remembered that the Grand Chancellor did not practice swordsmanship.

The power of the Great Tsunzai is essentially that of a spiritual official, which seems to be mixed with the power of a swordsman, but it is still a spiritual official system. Moreover, it has broken through the ceiling of the spiritual official system and reached the realm of an extraordinary immortal.

From this point of view, Otsukosae is indeed a rare genius in the world.

Moreover, although this world is not a game and there is no so-called professional balance, Tang Zhao always feels that if such a difficult bottleneck is broken through, it will definitely be very powerful, or at least very strange, capable of what others cannot, and perhaps more improvisational strategies will be needed to deal with it. And His Majesty Jinwu...

It seems that he is not good at adapting?

  In fact, from a personal perspective, he was also looking forward to this battle. Now he had guessed that the swordsman's power was quite dependent on external forces, and was entrusted with the authority of the world, which might not last long, while the Heavenly Demon Realm gave the authority to God. He wanted to see what realm a purely human system could reach with human talent without relying on any external existence.

If Otsukasa can show this vision of humanity, then... he will die a worthy death!

After the great lord finished his last sentence, he also fell silent, and his face began to change. However, unlike the constant flow of men, women, old and young in the past, he now only underwent certain changes based on his appearance. His jaw became rounder, his forehead became fuller, his eyebrows became lowered, and his expression became gentle but indifferent.

At the same time, the outline of his entire body became smooth, seemingly distinguished from the outside world, and a faint halo covered his body.

Isn’t this... God and Buddha?

  No, to be more precise, it is the gods and Buddhas imagined by humans, the sculptures of gods and Buddhas! It is the statues of gods!

After his body was transformed into a deity, he obviously did not grow taller, but he became inexplicably taller. Behind him, shadows appeared one after another. They were people, men and women, old and young, all living beings, common people, and believers who worshipped gods and Buddhas.

Tang Zhao had seen the beings on the Great Chancellor before. They were men, women, old and young, but they were the same size as the Great Chancellor at that time, and were simply and roughly piled together, as if they were his incarnations. However, now, each of them was very small compared to the statue of the Great Chancellor. They gathered together in a dark mass, like the shadow of a green mountain on the horizon. But if you look closely, you can still distinguish the appearance of each person, each different. You know that these people are different individuals, just gathered together to worship the Great Chancellor. They are no longer the same as him, but just humble believers who pay homage and pray at the feet of gods and Buddhas.

  If the Great Chancellor looked 50% like a god after his transformation, then the shadows of ordinary people made up the remaining 50%. Now he looked like a god!

Those living beings gathered together, swaying slightly, as if in worship, and every time they worshipped, countless faint halos flew up, like backwards flying snowflakes, condensing behind the Great Chancellor, and gradually a misty halo condensed behind him.

That halo was not just a collection of light, but also a collection of incredible power. These powers merged into his body, making him even stronger. This power was not simply an accumulation of power, but lifted him to a certain unfathomable realm. His eyes were not dazzling, but contained profound mysteries that made people dare not look directly at him.

"I heard that those of you who practice swordsmanship to your level are called immortals? The next level up is called a saint?" The great prime minister spoke, and his voice seemed to come from the sky, with a lot of echoes and was particularly solemn. "Then my level may be called a god!"

"I am not just the god of a sword, but the god of all living beings!" The Great Chancellor raised his hand, entrusting all living beings with his power. "If all living beings worship me, I will be a god. You so-called immortals and saints who are plundering by nature are all thieves of the people! I will fight against thieves for all people, and I will die for justice!" He stretched out his hand and pointed, and endless power was ready to go!

"laugh……"

A sneer was heard from the bright sunshine on the opposite side.

"Have you heard of the Investiture of the Gods?"

“……” The Great Chancellor was stunned for a moment.

"I heard that the free and easy immortals are unwilling to become gods, so they fight each other. Only the losers will be canonized after they die, and they will be forever confined to their positions and strive for worship, and will never be free again. You don't have to use the common people as a cover. If you want to be a god, I will kill you and canonize you as a god!"