Chapter 1820: The Frustrated Palace Saint Lan

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"Hurry!"

"With all my might, I offer the ancient banner as a sacrifice! By no means can we allow the Blood Demon to be defeated!"

The Palace Lord addressed the other two divine lords.

He has already sacrificed a part of his soul. If he continues to sacrifice, it will inevitably damage his foundation and even cause his realm to fall.

Most importantly.

The soul has suffered too much loss, and it will be difficult to make any progress in the future.

But if only a part is lost, with the Miyaji family's foundation, there is still a chance of recovery.

Upon hearing this.

The other two divine monarchs didn't hesitate. They immediately went to Gong Ying's side and, imitating the previous example, offered their own power and a portion of their souls to the ancient flag.

in an instant.

The Blood Demon's weakening power surged again.

A strange power eroded in, the great laws shattered, and the Yin-Yang Saint Master trembled all over, involuntarily being blown back by this strike.

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Seeing the Blood Demon's power increasing, his eyes weren't filled with fear, but rather a fierce fighting spirit.

Now.

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One was already faintly aware of the path to becoming a god of the tenth level. If the blood demon dissipated at this time, wanting to once again seize that opportunity to break through would certainly not be so easy.

Now the Gōng family is increasing the scale of their sacrifices to maintain the existence of the Blood Demon, which is good news for the Yin-Yang Sacred Master.

"Boom!"

Boom! Boom!

The two bodies collided and fought fiercely. Despite being beaten back step by step, the Yin-Yang Saint Lord's mastery of the Yin-Yang Rules grew more and more proficient. The withered and flourishing rules derived from the two major rules also became increasingly profound and unpredictable.

Three rules of power, like water and milk blending together, mutually generate until a certain critical point is reached. Then there comes a tremendous transformation.

"Boom—"

The Yin-Yang Saint Lord's body trembled, his aura becoming much more terrifying than before. Three forces of rules converged throughout his body, and his powerful fist, wrapped in the power of rules, slammed out fiercely.

The Blood Demon raised his hand to block, but the punch directly shattered his arm.

The injuries on his body caused the Blood Demon to let out an angry roar, but before it could truly heal itself, the Yin-Yang Saint Lord's attack came like a furious storm.

Under intense attacks, the Blood Demon was already falling behind. Coupled with the opponent's gradually weakening strength, he was ultimately defeated by a punch from the Yin-Yang Saint Master.

The blood demon dissipated.

The glow within the ancient banner suddenly dimmed.

Gung's three faces turned pale, not only because their own strength was heavily depleted, but also because they saw the Blood Demon unable to kill the Yin-Yang Saint Master and were intimidated by his power.

"The Blood Demon can't kill you... how is that possible!"

Gong Ying looked as if he had lost his soul. The impact of this battle was too great for him.

“If this is your last resort, then this battle should end!”

The Yin-Yang Saint Lord's expression was indifferent, his aura powerful and robust, stronger than before. He seemed to have emerged from a great battle unscathed.

In fact.

That is why there has been such a change.

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It was all because the Yin-Yang Saint Lord, at the last moment, relying on the pressure of the Blood Demon, successfully broke through the barrier of the Ninth Layer of Divine Monarch and reached the perfect realm of the Tenth Layer of Divine Monarch.

He was able to break through because of the Blood Demon.

“As a reward for helping me achieve this breakthrough, I shall grant you passage!”

He spoke and fell silent.

The Yin-Yang Saint Lord unleashed a punch.

After breaking through to the tenth level of the Divine Sovereign realm, his strength reached a new height. With a simple punch, he made Palace Ying and the other three Divine Sovereigns smell the breath of death.

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Seeing that he was about to die, Gong Ying changed from his dazed and confused state just moments ago. His face contorted with determination, and his eyes burned with a wild look.

“Even if this king were to die, he would drag you down to the grave with him!”

As soon as these words left his mouth, Gong Ying's physical body suddenly collapsed. All his power surged into the ancient banner like a flood. The other two divine monarchs, seeing this, also hardened their expressions and made the same decision as the first.

Sacrifice!

But it's different from before.

This time.

The three divine lords of the Gung family dedicated everything they had, sacrificing themselves to become the nourishment for the ancient banner.

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The ancient banner, which had been dim and lifeless, once again pulsed with bloodlight. It was far more intense than before. The dissipated Blood Demon was reborn, its terrifying aura erupting.

As soon as he appeared, he set his sights directly on the Yin-Yang Saint Lord.

The Blood Demon did not forget.

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It was the cultivator right in front of them, who had just shattered their own body.

Now, thanks to the offerings made by the Palace family, I'm able to come out again. The Blood Demon naturally wants to avenge what happened earlier.

"Boom!"

The Blood Demon unleashed terrifying power as soon as he made his move. Compared to before, his strength was now three times stronger. However, the Yin-Yang Saint Master was not comparable to him from earlier.

Broke through to the tenth level of the Divine Sovereign.

His strength has also reached a new level.

Now the two sides are fighting even more fiercely.

On the other side.

The battle between the Yin-Yang Sacred Land and other cultivators from the Gong family has also reached a fever pitch.

In terms of foundation, the Yin-Yang Sacred Land is far inferior to the Palace Family. However, the problem is that what's stationed here is only a part of the Palace Family's vast power.

Moreover, with all the divine lords held back by the Yin-Yang Saint Master, the Yin-Yang Holy Ground, led by Han Che, a newly ascended divine lord, also boasts formidable power.

After a bloody battle.

The Yin Yang Sacred Land has already faintly gained the upper hand.

Especially when the esteemed elders like Gong Ying and others fell, the morale of the Gong family plummeted to an all-time low.

Not long.

The palace family began to show signs of decline.

“Red—!” In the void, Gong Shenglan’s head was scattered, her appearance disheveled and pitiful, not at all resembling the dignity of a Heavenly Emperor. Shen Changqing strolled leisurely through the courtyard, bombarding one after another talisman, killing sword energy hidden within, leaving the opponent utterly defenseless. “Brat, this emperor will take your life…”

Palace Saint Lan was furious, her aged face twisted into a ferocious expression. Her eyes were venomous like vipers, wishing to swallow Shen Changqing alive and devour his soul.

She had originally thought that taking action herself to suppress a lone cultivator would be an effortless task.

It wasn't until their actual confrontation that Gōshinsan realized her mistake, and it was a colossal one.

Although Shen Changqing's displayed strength was average, the talismans in his hand were extremely powerful. Every talisman that exploded with power left even Gong Shenglan astonished.

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Even with her methods, she was left defeated and disheveled.

Especially now that many powerful figures are watching from the shadows, Gong Shenglan feels her face burning with embarrassment.

“Boom—!” Once again, she blocked the talisman strike. Palace Saint Orchid could no longer bear the anger in her heart. Her soul power burned, and the divine treasure in her hand, a half-step immortal artifact, radiated with awe-inspiring might. The terrifying ice-binding force engulfed everything, and the white sword glow emitted an extremely terrifying aura.

"This emperor wants you dead!"

Palace Saint Orchid's face was grim. The burning soul technique was the last resort for a God Emperor, capable of seriously injuring oneself at the very least, and even causing one's realm to plummet in the worst case scenario.

Under normal circumstances, the palace orchid would never do such a thing.

But now the situation does not allow her to hesitate any longer.

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If this battle continues, the Palace Family will surely be disgraced. As the only God Emperor of the Palace Family, Gong Shenglan must kill Shen Changqing, whether for her own face or for the sake of the Palace Family's honor.

That's all.

Gongshenlan's furious attack, in Shen Changqing's eyes, was nothing more than the rage of incompetence. No matter how terrifying the frozen sword glow was, he remained calm and composed, his sleeves waving, sending countless talismans flying out.

So-called furious attacks were utterly ineffective against Shen Changqing.

They fought for a long time.

Gong Shenglan looked at Shen Changqing's face, and there was also a hint of disbelief.

This is a simple test.

"Just how many Fourth-Rank Grandmaster talismans do you have in your possession that you can squander them so freely!"

She had always thought that the fourth-rank Grandmaster talisman on Shen Changqing was limited, after all, talismans of this level were extremely precious. Even in hegemonic forces, they could be considered strategic resources.

Who would have thought.

Shen Changqing’s fourth-rank master talismans were just like throwing money away, he was lavishly scattering them about, leaving Gong Shenglan both furious and astonished.

She roughly calculated that, if calculated according to the price of a fourth-rank master talisman, the other party had at least consumed tens of millions of top-grade Yin Spirit Stones.

Thus it is consumed.

Even a noble family might not be able to withstand it, let alone an ordinary cultivator.

Facing questions.

Shen Changqing remained composed, with no intention of responding.

For him, drawing a third-tier Grandmaster talisman was now child's play.

As for concealing the sword qi of Slaughter on the third-order talismans, he was quite skilled.

Palace Saint Orchid thought that every talisman Shen Changqing drew was at the level of a fourth-rank master, but she didn't know that these talismans were only at the level of a third-rank master.

Such talismans.

Shen Changqing didn't say how much he wanted, but he also had a lot in stock.

Therefore.

Palace Saint Orchid wanted to drag Shen Changqing's talisman to exhaustion, this idea was completely dashed.

After a long time.

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Under the bombardment of numerous talismans, Gong Shenglan's soul and body were shattered into five pieces, falling with a face full of unwillingness.

As her soul perished, the Palace family's Qi Luck let out a mournful cry. The half-step Immortal artifact in their hand had already fallen into the void and was grasped by Shen Changqing.

“The Palace Holy Orchid has lost!”

“So this is the fighting style of a Fu Dao Sect Master...”

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In the void, all the powerful beings who were watching from the shadows fell silent.

Upon hearing of Empress Lan's death, they were completely unprepared.

And.

What surprised them even more was that the other party would fall in such a way.

From beginning to end, he was suppressed by Shen Changqing. He couldn't even get close to the other party. A generation of Divine Emperor fell like this, it was so suffocating.

It's more accurate to say that Gong Shenglan was killed by Shen Changqing's overwhelming power rather than being directly defeated. He was essentially crushed to death by the opponent using Nether Spirit Stones.

A divine being exclaimed in shock, "I hear that even the worst Tier 4 inferior Grandmaster talismans are worth a hundred thousand top-grade Netherworld Spirit Stones. Just now, the Crimson Mountain City Lord used hundreds of them, right"

Hundreds of fourth-order Grandmaster talismans.

That's tens of millions of top-grade Nether Spirit Stones.

For many forces, this is a sum that they wouldn't even dare to imagine.

What does it mean to be generous and have a big heart

This is what it means to be truly wealthy and generous.

Suddenly.

These cultivators did a quick calculation and felt that the death of Gong Shenglan didn't seem so miserable.

After all, he was killed by tens of millions of top-grade Yin Spirit Stones. He deserved his fate.

Such an honor is not something everyone can have.vision, it's unlikely that this is a rumor.On the other side.As Deng Gu's voice fell, there was no movement in the houses.A breath.two breaths.After ten breaths, Deng Gu directly waved his hand, his f...