Chapter 165: The incarnation suppresses the ancient saints and tramples on the saints; 2 saints appe

Chapter 165: The incarnation suppresses the ancient saints and tramples on the saints; 2 saints appe

Chapter 165: The incarnation suppresses the ancient saints and tramples on the saints; the second saint appears; how many imperial weapons do you, the Jinwu clan, have?

He triggered the "Jie" secret at the first moment, reaching the peak of the eight forbidden realms, and continuously evolving various secret techniques, sealing the Golden Crow Saint in the middle.

Today, he has deduced the method of space projection to an extremely high level. Apart from the divine prohibitions and the sacred realm, almost every incarnation has a strength that is 50% of Mu Wushuang's. You can imagine how terrifying they are.

Even if the forbidden field of the gods is not triggered, every Taoist body has already crossed the barrier of semi-saint and stood at the peak of semi-saint, exerting extraordinary and terrifying combat power.

Although if it comes to a single incarnation, he is definitely no match for the Golden Crow Saint.

But the three incarnations cooperated seamlessly, integrating offense and defense, and performing the "Xing" secret with unparalleled speed.

In an instant, the Golden Crow Saint was overwhelmed and roared in anger, but he was still unable to do anything to the three incarnations of Mu Wushuang, and felt very frustrated.

At the moment when the secret of "Jie" failed, the three incarnations launched a fatal attack on the Golden Crow Saint almost at the same time.

"clank……"

The divine chains of order jingled and crisscrossed madly, forming thousands of axe blades of creation, enveloping the entire void in all directions, and bombarding the Golden Crow Saint densely.

“Knock, knock…”

The whole body of the Golden Crow Saint was filled with the sage principles, shaking the void as if it was in battle. A golden spear condensed in his hand, which formed a sky full of spear shadows. He attacked the violent axe rays of creation without showing any weakness.

The entire space turned into a boiling ocean of divine power, raging violently.

The void was like a scroll, shaking violently, constantly being torn apart, and then constantly recovering. The axe blades formed by the divine chain of Tao were smashed into pieces by the Golden Crow Saint.

No matter what, a saint is still a saint. Even if he does not have a special holy weapon in his hand, he is still not to be bullied. One move he makes can shake the world.

Even though Mu Wushuang's three incarnations possessed nearly 50% of his strength, and stood at the top of the Eight Forbidden Realms, breaking through the barrier of semi-saints, they were still unable to do anything to the Golden Crow Saint.

However, the Golden Crow Saint invited by the Golden Crow Clan is the weakest existence among the Golden Crow Clan's "foundation". He has a short lifespan and his energy is exhausted. He is no longer in his prime. How long can he last?
"Quick, send the Great Saint Killing Formation away!"

The faces of several living fossils of the Jinwu tribe changed drastically, and they immediately yelled at their tribesmen.

They saw that the Golden Crow Saint's blood and energy were exhausted, and he did not have any weapons at this moment. He was unable to display the might and power he had in his prime, and was simply no match for the other party.

No one expected that the Lord of the Divine Court would be so powerful that he didn't even need to use his original body. He only sent down three incarnations to forcefully suppress and kill an ancient saint.

For a moment, everyone was panicked. What kind of monster had they provoked?

He quickly sent someone to retrieve the eight formation flags that had just flown back to the ancestral temple, in order to support the Golden Crow Saint.

"Gulu... Am I seeing things right? The Saint of the Golden Crow Clan was actually suppressed by the three incarnations of the Lord of the Divine Court?"

A leader couldn't help swallowing and exclaimed in disbelief.

"What kind of secret technique is this? It actually created three such terrifying incarnations. I'm afraid they are all close to the original body in strength, right?"

"The Lord of the Divine Court is too terrifying. His strength is simply unfathomable. Previously, one incarnation killed the Golden Crow King across the endless void, and now there are three incarnations. Is he going to kill the saint..."

"Ancestor, please take the battle flag!"

Seeing that Mu Wushuang's three incarnations seemed to be gradually suppressing the Golden Crow Saint, the people of the Golden Crow tribe could no longer bear it and shouted as they sent out the tribe's great religious formation.

"Whoa..."

Eight ancient formation flags flew out from the Jinwu tribe’s territory, transformed into a stream of light, and quickly swept towards the Jinwu Saint.

However, before the Golden Crow Saint could activate the formation flags through secret methods, a boundless divine power burst out from Mu Wushuang's body, and his entire body glowed.

Under the shocked and angry gaze of the Golden Crow Saint, the Lihuo Divine Furnace revived again, and its divine light shook the sky and directly suppressed the eight formation flags.

"clank……"

The eight formation flags struggled frantically, but were suppressed in the void by the mighty force. They could not fly into the hands of Golden Crow Saint at all, nor could they form a peerless killing formation on their own.

"Damn it, do you really think that I can bully you at will because my energy and blood are exhausted?"

The Golden Crow Saint's hair stood on end, and his somewhat turbid eyes flashed with golden flames as he stared at Mu Wushuang, who was holding the Chaos Bell on his head.

The Golden Crow Saint never expected that Mu Wushuang would not personally attack him from the beginning, but would only create three incarnations. In his view, this was naked contempt, which made him extremely angry.

"Is this anger?"

Mu Wushuang was very calm. The three Taoist bodies transformed into three streams of pure air and swept back into his body. He looked down at the Golden Crow Saint and said calmly, "Well, it's time to send you on your way!"

"Shh!"

The Chaos Bell above was glowing brightly, and the endless chaotic mist was as hot as fire. It suddenly turned into a stream of light and crashed into the Golden Crow Saint.

The Golden Crow Saint was furious and blasted out with his palm, hitting the Chaos Bell that was coming to kill him.

"clang!"

The Chaos Bell shook violently, and a huge ripple of bell waves spread out, annihilating everything wherever it went.

Under everyone's incredulous gazes, the Golden Crow Saint was directly blown away by the terrifying bell wave, his palms covered in blood.

"I was actually hurt!?"

The Golden Crow Saint looked at his right hand covered in blood, his brows raised, and the terrifying holy power in his body surged and almost boiled.

It is absolutely a shame that a saint was injured by a king's magic weapon, even if that king's magic weapon was made from the exclusive holy object of the ancient emperor.

"I told you that my Zhong will be bathed in the blood of a saint today, but with your withered blood, I'm afraid it's far from enough!"

Mu Wushuang's eyes were cold, his body was surrounded by innate primordial holy light, like a god in the world, he said lightly.

The wall of the Chaos Bell was stained with a few drops of crystal clear golden holy blood of the Golden Crow, which exuded a terrifying murderous intent.

Above it, the holy laws that were said to be immortal were rapidly disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, which made people feel a little horrified.

"You... damned human ant, do you think I'm really afraid of you? Anyway, I have broken through the divine source and can no longer seal myself again. I can only wait for death. If I drink all your divine blood, maybe I can live another life..."

The Golden Crow Saint's eyes were extremely cold, the injuries on his hands were recovering quickly, and he stared at Mu Wushuang and spoke grimly.

At this point, of course, he would not fail to notice the extremely vigorous vitality in Mu Wushuang's body.

The person in front of him must have some kind of ancient and powerful bloodline or physique, otherwise it would be impossible for him to possess such terrifying strength with just the body of a king.

"Want to drink all my blood? Then you have to work harder."

Mu Wushuang's eyes were cold, he put his hands behind his back, and his body suddenly swelled to a height of ten thousand feet. His silver body radiated precious light, and he raised one big foot and stepped directly down.

This is also a kind of madness. Throughout history, who dares to step on a saint?
Mu Wushuang didn't take Old Golden Crow seriously at all, it was just like stepping on an ant.

This domineering kick made many religious leaders in the distance dumbfounded and terrified.

Those Jinwu people who were hiding in the Jinwu tribe's territory were all furious and felt that Mu Wushuang was simply humiliating their Jinwu tribe and did not take their noble Jinwu tribe seriously at all.

"You are looking for death!" The Golden Crow Saint was furious, his eyes were sinister, and he slapped out with his palm. In his palm were endless sleeve chains of Tao principles, mountains, rivers, and plants, as if a world had evolved in his palm. He wanted to take Mu Wushuang into the world in his palm and refine him forcefully.

"Can you take this kick of mine that has twenty years of divine power?"

Mu Wushuang sneered and stomped his foot down suddenly, as if condensing endless divine power. He instantly shattered the world in the palm of the Golden Crow Saint's hand, and stepped on his face, blasting him into the ground.

"Gurgle!"

Many sect leaders and cultivators showed expressions of horror, finding it hard to believe what they were seeing.

A king who has not yet achieved perfect sword skills stepped a saint into the ground with just one kick. How outrageous is that?
Even if the saint's blood and energy are exhausted, he is still a saint, right?
“Ahhh…I’m going to kill you!”

Mu Wushuang's Dharma image shrank and he recovered, but the Golden Crow Saint who he had stepped into the ground roared and rushed out from the ground. His face was covered with Golden Crow blood and it was a horrible sight.

The Golden Crow Saint was completely enraged and went completely mad. He shook his arms and a hundred thousand golden divine feathers rang out, transforming into holy swords, slashing at the air, trying to chop Mu Wushuang into pieces.

"boom!"

The Chaos Bell rang softly, and divine light shot up into the sky, rapidly amplifying dozens of times, blocking all of the terrifying 100,000 golden divine feathers, and quickly suppressed the Golden Crow Saint.

On the wall of the bell, the endless ancient carvings glowed as if they were about to revive, forming a primitive world surrounded by the sun, moon and stars. Myriad primitive races appeared in it, and the ancient beasts roared together as if they were ready to cross over and join the battle at any time.

“Ahhhh!!!!”

"Damn human beasts!!"

The Golden Crow Saint was furious. His body was filled with terrifying holy power, which caused the void to distort. He continuously bombarded the Chaos Bell that was slowly suppressing him.

"Dangdang..."

The Chaos Bell rang continuously, and its entire body was shining brightly. On the bell wall, all the beasts of the ancient times roared together, and thousands of chaotic auras containing terrifying divine laws descended, and each one was enough to crush a mountain.

No matter how many tricks the Golden Crow Saint used, the warrior remained motionless and pressed down on the Golden Crow Saint.

"Little bastard...even if I die today, I will never let you go!"

The Golden Crow Saint had a ferocious look on his face. He madly bombarded the suppressing Chaos Bell while roaring at the people of the Golden Crow Clan:
"Go and get the rest of the clan's 'foundation' out. This person is too terrifying and must not be allowed to grow any further. Otherwise, within a hundred years our clan will surely be wiped out!"

Mu Wushuang chuckled and reiterated to the Golden Crow Saint in a serious tone:
"Have some faith in me. Believe me, within five years at most, not a hundred years, your Ziwei Jinwu clan will completely disappear in the long river of time!"

Mu Wushuang was indifferent. He pressed his palm downwards, causing the Chaos Bell to vibrate slightly. The whole body of the Chaos Bell became dazzling, and divine light shot up into the sky. Chains of Order dropped down, piercing through the limbs of the Golden Crow Saint and sealing his divine power.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Amid the Golden Crow Saint’s miserable screams, the divine chains of order seemed to come alive and continuously devoured the Golden Crow Saint’s golden holy blood.

However, this is inside the divine clock and cannot be seen by outsiders, otherwise it would definitely make countless people shudder.

"Quick, go and get the second 'Background'. The ancestor is right. We must not let this kid live today!"

Hearing the screams of the Golden Crow Saint, which were becoming increasingly weak, the faces of several living fossils in the Golden Crow Jing tribe changed drastically, and they quickly yelled at other members of the tribe.

This Lord of the Divine Court is too terrifying. Even the saints with profound background in the clan are no match for him.

This person is too evil. Perhaps he will really be as the ancestor said. If he is allowed to continue growing, the Jinwu clan will be in danger of being exterminated in the future.

"clang!"

The Chaos Bell hung in the sky, ringing softly and slowly, and the mighty sound of the avenue seemed to come across eternity.

As the screams of the Golden Crow Saint came to an abrupt end, a trace of the Golden Crow mark appeared on the body of the bell, but it was very blurry and almost impossible to see clearly.

Inside the Chaos Bell, a huge corpse of a Golden Crow appeared. However, the essence of this corpse had long been lost. As the Chaos Bell shook slightly, the huge corpse of the Golden Crow turned into ashes.

"Shh!"

The Chaos Bell quickly turned into a size of ten feet and flew back to the top of Mu Wushuang's head, dropping strands of Chaos Air, swaying gently, as if saying that it still wanted more.

Mu Wushuang looked up at the Chaos Bell filled with chaos with a calm expression, and finally looked towards the Lihuo Divine Furnace.

"clank……"

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, colorful chains of order flew out from the Fire God Furnace and suppressed the black-winged golden hammer.

Afterwards, the Lihuo Divine Furnace became increasingly powerful and was activated by Mu Wushuang. It rushed up with the black-winged golden drill and sank into the center of Mu Wushuang's eyebrows.

"He has not yet subdued the holy weapon, but he dares to put it into the immortal platform. Isn't he afraid of causing disaster?"

"Too bold, isn't it? After all, it is a Great Saint weapon. Although it is not as good as the Quasi-Emperor weapon, if it is revived, even the Quasi-Emperor weapon will not be able to do anything to it for a while. By then, I'm afraid that the immortal platform of the Lord of the Divine Court will be shattered, right?"

"Damn it! That was the holy weapon of my clan, and he actually took it away. I really hope that the god in the holy weapon will revive and directly shatter his immortal platform..."

Many sect leaders could not help but feel shocked by Mu Wushuang's bold behavior.

Many members of the Jinwu tribe had red eyes and stared at Mu Wushuang with bloodshot eyes. That was the holy weapon handed down from generation to generation by their Jinwu tribe, but now it was taken away by Mu Wushuang. How could they not be angry?
Unfortunately, the autonomous resurrection of the Great Saint Soldier as everyone imagined did not happen, and the world was completely silent.

Over the past few years, whenever Mu Wushuang had time, he would assist the Lihuo Divine Furnace in smelting the quasi-emperor's corpse and nourishing the supreme imperial principles within it.

Mu Wushuang could feel at every moment that the Hengyu Dao in the Lihuo Divine Furnace was gradually growing stronger, and it already had some of the power of the supreme imperial soldiers and gods. Although it was extremely weak, it was not something that a mere great sage soldier could resist.

In the outside world, under the incredulous gazes of everyone, the Li Fire God Furnace rushed out again, pulling the eight formation flags with it and sinking into Mu Wushuang's immortal platform.

"Damn it, what's going on? Our clan's legendary holy weapon has lost contact with the great religious formation..."

A living fossil of the Jinwu clan suddenly changed his expression, turning gloomy and ashen, and shouted in disbelief.

Just now, he completely lost contact with the black-winged golden spear and the great formation that suppressed the sect, which made him a little panicked.

After dealing with the Jinwu tribe’s religious formation and the legendary holy weapons, Mu Wushuang looked towards the Jinwu tribe’s land with cold eyes.

"Boom boom..."

At this time, within the territory of the Golden Crow Clan, a vast and mighty holy power that was even more terrifying than before swept across, as if it was going to overwhelm the heavens and the earth, causing many of the leaders and monks who were watching the battle from afar to be terrified and almost fall to their knees.

A huge piece of divine power flew out and exploded in the air. A somewhat old but extremely powerful figure flew up, and his divine thoughts instantly locked onto Mu Wushuang.

Although this figure looked a little old, he was full of blood and energy, and had no smell of decay. His lifespan was obviously much longer than that of the previous saint, and his strength was even more terrifying, almost reaching the peak of the middle stage of sainthood, which is the sixth level of sainthood.

The saint of the Jinwu clan, Yikong, stood there, staring coldly at Mu Wushuang. His eyes were so cold and gloomy that made people feel cold inside.

In his eyes, it seemed as if endless stars were extinguished, mountains and rivers were collapsing, and time was passing, which was extremely terrifying.

The saint of the Golden Crow clan looked down at Mu Wushuang and said coldly:
"My Golden Crow clan cannot be bullied. Today I will drink up all your divine blood, burn your soul with the true fire of the sun, and then kill countless humans to commemorate the many souls of my Golden Crow clan who died tragically at your hands!"

In this regard, Mu Wushuang could only shake his head:
"I have never been able to figure out whether you guys are missing something in your brains or you just have problems with your IQ!"

"Who the hell are you, the Jinwu clan? How dare you treat our human race as ants? Who gave you the courage? How many imperial weapons do you have?"

(End of this chapter)