Killing Demons: Upgrading from Calligraphy

Chapter 371 God Burial Valley

White light like a bright sun filled the entire fighting field!
Lasting for ten breaths, the bombardment covering every corner of the fighting field caused a large layer to be cut off, and the white jade and gold stones were completely wiped away, exposing the stronger quadrupole steel below.

Countless eyes outside the court stared at the court without even blinking, fearing that they would miss any detail.

The thick, turbulent, rolling smoke dispersed.

Zhong Gu stood in the center of the field with a solemn expression. His body, which was made of divine iron, did not seem to have suffered any blows, and no trace of scars could be seen.

"Senior brother has superb cultivation and his body is not broken. There is nothing we can do. Why don't we just call it a draw today?"

Standing with his sleeves folded, Qi Xiu smiled slightly and spoke.

"A tie?"

With a hint of surprise in his eyes, Zhonggu lowered his eyes and glanced at the palm of his right hand. There was a horrific wound where the bones of the hand were exposed. The flesh and blood squirmed around it, but it could not heal for a long time.

The terrifying blow just now looked very powerful to outsiders.

But compared to hypocrites, I prefer real villains. "

The treasures left by the ancestors are not allowed to be borrowed except under special circumstances.

Looking at the transformed thunder pool in his hand, Yang Jingzhe nodded thoughtfully, and then laughed twice:
"This makes me look like a villain."

"There was a rumor that you, Dongfang Qingyan, had plucking his hair before, and that he was acting like a ghost. I saw it today, but I know that the rumors in the market cannot be fully believed."

Putting away the transformed thunder pool, Yang Jingzhe cupped his hands towards Dongfang Qing, grinning and revealing his white teeth:
"Mr. Yang recognizes you as my friend today. If you need anything in the future, just speak.

"Master Dongfang is so lucky."

But I can't lend you a hundred years as I said before. I can only accommodate you for thirty years at most. This is the maximum limit. "

But in fact, only the first moment is powerful, and the rest is a blinding trick of white light.

Looking at the little fox in front of him with puzzled eyes, Yang Jingzhe was a little confused.

"What are you..."

Not only did he fail to take away the quota in the God Burial Valley, but he also had to work as a free labor force for others.

Today's battle is a pretext, and I have a reason to talk to the princes.

It's just that he didn't expect that Qi Xiu, a kid with such a high profile, could actually propose a tie, giving Yang Jingzhe and the Ba Ti Sect the final face, and preventing the relationship between the two families from falling to the freezing point.

How could the Shenxiao Sect catch up with all the good things in the world?

"The Eastern Patriarch is a good disciple, gentle, courteous and frugal. According to what you said, today is a draw."

Victory is victory, defeat is defeat, he doesn't want others to give in.

"Master..." He frowned and Zhong Gu tried to speak, but was suppressed by Yang Jingzhe's eyes.

There are Hou Baixue and Sun Sanqian, both of whom are less than a hundred years old and have the fighting power of the Taoist body.

“A clan has its own laws, and every door has its own rules. The ancient religion has a profound foundation, but it also has strict rules.

That level of destructive power is completely at the level of Taoist realm.

Seeing Yang Jingzhe about to leave, Dongfang Qing stopped him:
"Wait a moment."

Even though I am the leader, I cannot act arbitrarily.

Now that a more superior Qi Xiu has appeared, God helps the Shenxiao Sect to flourish.

Is this the effect of having an artifact to suppress luck?

But just when he was about to admit his defeat, Yang Jingzhe in the stands suddenly spoke, and his voice echoed throughout the fighting field.

"They all came to mess with me. You are not a villain.

After declaring that the battle was a draw, Yang Jingzhe slowly turned sideways and looked at Dongfang Qing with a look that was both helpless and a little envious.

Yang Jingzhe said angrily to Dongfang Qing, turned around and prepared to leave. This time he came to Shenxiao Sect to lose his wife and troops.

"It's just so so, but this battle ended in a draw, so the previous bet..."

Seeing the resentful look in Yang Jingzhe's eyes, Dongfang Qing chuckled. He had expected this outcome, and this was also his purpose of overcoming all opinions to let Qi Xiu end this final round.

My hegemonic sect cannot do it.

The injuries on his hands were caused by trying to block the white light.

Sitting on the Grand Master's chair, Dongfang Qing slowly spoke.

With a calm expression, Zhong Gu slowly stepped forward and shook his head.

"My heart is like a mirror. Why are you pretending? Just tell me what you want to build in the future."

A ring filled with endless thunder was thrown by Dongfang Qing and landed firmly on Yang Jingzhe's hand.

The two masters of the soul exchanged words with each other. They looked at each other and smiled, and the grudges in their hearts were wiped out in these few words.

If the pure white cube just now really exploded with all its power, with his physical cultivation, even if he could save one life, he would be seriously injured and dying.

In a fight, that's a good hand. "

First there was Li Qingshan, who reached the top of the Bloody Peak at a young age, and then swept through all the monks of his generation. No one was his enemy.

"Then it's settled."

When they met, they smiled and put aside their grudges. The two masters of the soul shook hands and made peace. Each got what they wanted. The competition between the two great sects came to an end.

Although he failed to take away the quota of God Burial Valley from Dongfang Qing.

But this time it was a worthwhile trip for Yang Jingzhe to borrow the reincarnated thunder pool.

Thirty years of use is enough for nearly a hundred members of the Tyrant Sect to break through the blood-stained realm and become great monks.

And after this incident, the Shenxiao Sect and the Ba Ti Sect have become allies. In the future, any person or force that wants to touch either of them must think carefully.

If you beat the Tyrant Sect, can you beat the Shenxiao Sect again? It can move the Shenxiao Sect, but it can't stop the Ba Ti Sect.

After sending Yang Jingzhe and his party away, Dongfang Qing also called Qi Xiu to the thatched cottage where he practiced.

The scent of sandalwood is faint, with pale white smoke.

In the clean and elegant thatched cottage, Dongfang Qing raised his hand and threw the golden jade ball to Qi Xiu.

"You performed well this time, so I'll give you this."

Looking blankly at the golden jade ball in his hand, Qi Xiu's eyes flickered, and a finger bone as clear as glass suddenly emerged from the golden jade ball in his hand.

It is only a few inches in size, but it is flowing with flawless and holy light. If it were not wrapped in a layer of topaz outside, the light would probably reach straight into the sky.

"This is the certificate to enter the Valley of the Buried Gods. Inside is the skeleton of a god. Only by holding this object can you enter the Valley of the Buried Gods. Otherwise, no matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to get even half a step forward."

A palm-sized piece of glazed white jade appeared in his hand at some point. Dongfang Qing rubbed it carefully in his hand, with a hint of pain in his eyes.

"Headmaster, where exactly is the God Burial Valley?"

Unexpectedly, the golden jade ball contained the remains of gods. Qi Xiu's eyes moved slightly, and he became more and more curious about the God Burial Valley mentioned by Dongfang Qing.

"God burial, god burial, is naturally a place to bury gods."

Mentioning the Valley of the Burial Gods, Dongfang Qing couldn't help but pause in his movements. His five fingers rubbing the piece of glazed white jade subconsciously tightened.

"Bury...the gods?"

"Well, the existence of gods has existed since ancient times, and its roots can even be traced back to ancient times.

But do you know why it is so difficult to see traces of gods in the world today? "

"Please ask the master to clarify your doubts."

“The body of a god is different from nature and nurture.

The innate ones, conceived by heaven and earth, are born sacred. The powerful Yuanshen Zhenzun is not as powerful as them. They directly control the Tao of heaven and earth, and are the incarnation of Tao in their respective fields.

Most of the acquired ones were conferred by the clans of the protagonists of heaven and earth, such as the long-extinct True Dragon clan, and today's human race.

Acquired gods are far less powerful than innate gods, but they are far superior to ordinary monks, and most of them have missions and responsibilities.

In the Middle Ages, in order to fight against demons and monsters, the human dynasty consecrated a large number of gods. With the help of the power of the gods, they made great achievements in internal peace and stability.

But as time went by, after enjoying a large amount of human incense, these acquired gods who were enshrined by the imperial decree became more and more powerful and their psychology began to change. "

"Change?" Qi Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly and seemed to have thought of something.

“God is noble, but foolish people are humble; live for God, and die against God.

After possessing enough tyrannical power, the idea of ​​gods being superior to all living things quickly spread to all gods like a plague.

They began to build shrines and legislate temples against human will.

The enslavement of ordinary humans is even greater than that of demons.

Because the number of gods at that time was very large, plus the assistance of some innate gods.

A catastrophe no less powerful than the invasion of demons breaks out.

Later generations called it: divine disaster!

At that time, the Middle Ages had come to an end. Dao and demons were fighting each other, resulting in heavy casualties. Demons took the opportunity to invade, and divine disasters were raging.

The entire human race has fallen into the darkest period. "

Mentioning this period, Dongfang Qing couldn't help but sigh. It was the most desperate period for the human race.

Isolated, helpless and precarious.

There are demons and monsters in front of you, and there are gods behind you that will cause endless harm.

At the most tragic time, the human race was almost wiped out and completely submerged in the torrent of history.

“Such a period of turmoil and chaos lasted for more than two thousand years, until the appearance of a man completely ended this period of despair and darkness.

It started the most glorious period of human race in modern times. "

"A person?" Hearing Dongfang Qing mention the ancient times, Qi Xiu could not help but think of a name in his mind.

This person is often mentioned in countless ancient books and has left a profound mark in the history of the human race.

"This person's name is: Li Banxian.

The founder of the Sword Sect!
He personally opened up a line of sword cultivators.

With one man and one sword, he killed countless demons and demons that huddled in a mountain without daring to cross the border. He killed all the demon sects and cults in the world without even a blade of grass growing.

It was he who personally ended the Middle Ages and put an end to the divine disaster.

The remains of the gods he killed were then moved to a place, originally intended to be destroyed intensively.

However, although these gods died, their bodies did not decay, and their accumulation actually formed a magical forbidden land.

That is today’s God Burial Valley.

Countless gods are buried in the Valley of the Buried Gods, and the mysteries of the great avenues in their bodies interact and merge with each other, making the entire Valley of the Buried Gods filled with the mysteries of the great avenues that are a thousand or ten thousand times richer than the outside world.

One day of practice there is worth a thousand days outside.

However, there is no absolute perfection in things in this world.

The Valley of the Buried Gods is a rare holy land for cultivation, but there is also an ominous atmosphere wandering inside that even the Taoist realm must avoid. "

His tone was somewhat serious and solemn. Dongfang Qing paused for a moment, then slowly said a name:
"God hates thoughts."

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(End of this chapter)