You are all immortal cultivators, how dare you challenge my heavenly tribulation?

Chapter 297: Against the General

Fang Lei's plan was to let Saint Yuntian and the Lord of a Thousand Faces face off head-on.

However, such a strategy is undoubtedly a risky move, and one will expose oneself if not careful.

But having said that…

Saint Yuntian's primary suspect was destined not to be Fang Lei, but the Lord of the Thousand Faces who wanted to enter Yinxu at any time.

……

Sure enough, the next moment the angry roar of Saint Yuntian echoed over Yinxu, like a biting cold wind, instantly breaking the deathly silence of Yinxu.

"Thousand Faces!"

His voice was full of majesty and anger, as if it could penetrate the barriers of time and space and reach the thousands of ears outside the Yin Ruins.

The next moment, as if in response to the question of Saint Yuntian, the situation in Yinxu actually began to become mysterious and unpredictable.

Immediately afterwards, a stream of ink-black blood slowly overflowed from the depths of Yin Ruins. It floated in the air in wisps and gradually gathered into a huge beast.

This giant beast is about several dozen feet in size, and its body color tends to be dark blood red.

He has eight heads of different shapes and shapes, eight completely different heads, each of which exudes a ferocious and terrifying aura.

On the largest head among them, there was a crown of thorns made of flesh and blood, which looked both strange and majestic.

In addition, its body is also integrated with the limbs, claws and fur of countless ferocious beasts, each of which exudes a dangerous aura.

Although he was obviously surprised by the size, the moment he saw the giant beast, Fang Lei recognized it as the Thousand Faces Lord who was blocked by the Chaos Bell.

"Sure enough, this guy infiltrated a long time ago!" Fang Lei was not surprised.

He was not doubting the ability of the Chaos Clock, but making a reasonable guess.

Even though the power of the Chaos Bell is enough to block the huge Sky Scar, but...

Since there is such a huge Mark in the Sky, there must be a smaller Mark in the Sky.

Fang Lei never regards his opponents as fools. The Lord of a Thousand Faces cannot just sit there and wait day after day.

These tiny marks in the sky are indeed not enough to allow the true body of the Lord of a Thousand Faces to pass through.

But over time, Qianmian found ways to bypass the Chaos Bell and infiltrate some of his power into Yinxu.

The clone in front of you is the best example!

Fang Lei's thoughts flowed like water, recalling the figures of the group of monks chasing the Chaos Bell, and the countless living dead who appeared in the ruins of Yin...

"Blood God Cult, destroy the Blood Tower..."

"There are problems with both of these forces!" Fang Lei said with certainty.

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"Roar--"

A deafening roar echoed over Yinxu, full of contempt and provocation.

This is a direct provocation from the Thousand-Faced Clone to Saint Yuntian.

"You..." The voice of Saint Yuntian echoed again in the sky above Yinxu.

But this time, the voice revealed a hint of surprise and anger.

Even he had not expected that, with the Chaos Bell guarding the Sky Mark, a Thousand-Faced Clone would sneak in.

"You actually bypassed the Chaos Clock?"

At this time, above Yinxu, in the Yunhai Mountains, the face of Saint Yuntian gradually appeared.

His eyes were as cold and ruthless as ice, without revealing a trace of warmth and compassion. He stared at the clone of the Lord of a Thousand Faces with indifference but fear.

The Lord of a Thousand Faces, who was in the strange domain, stared at Saint Yuntian with his eight heads at the same time. He did not reply, but the fierceness in his eyes was enough to scare people.

When Saint Yuntian saw this scene, he was naturally furious!

"The clouds have been cleared and the sun has appeared!"

As if because he attacked with even greater anger, the sea of ​​clouds was instantly torn apart like a curtain.

Then, an extremely hot sun jumped out again, illuminating the world below.

The heat of the sun's true fire seems to be able to burn everything.

At this moment, it mercilessly burned the Thousand Faces Lord's clone, and in just a moment, endless blood and energy emerged from the other party's body, and his breath seemed slightly weak. However, the Thousand Faces Lord was not someone who would wait to die on the spot.

He suddenly raised his head, and then slammed the ground hard with countless sharp claws at the same time.

In an instant, the earth broke into pieces and countless rocks and soil rose into the air.

These rocks and soils flew towards the candle flame called "the sun" like enraged moths.

The rocks and soil became more and more numerous and thicker, gradually gathering into a huge stone ball, as if to completely cover the scorching sun.

At the same time, as the rock and soil became more and more abundant and thicker, the sun's rays became weaker and weaker, and its altitude became lower and lower.

It's as if the earth is swallowing and sealing the sun.

……

Seeing this scene, Saint Yuntian's face became even gloomier, and his voice was like the impact of cold iron stone:
"Tian Wen falls from the sky!" (Wen: five-colored auspicious clouds)

This sentence caused the originally shaky sun to lose its support instantly. It stopped resisting and accelerated towards the clone of the Lord of a Thousand Faces!
Seeing this, the Thousand Faces Lord's clone knew there was no escape.

So he poured all his strength into the largest beast head. The next moment, the aura of this beast head became extremely dangerous, as if it contained the power to destroy everything and the great power of its original body.

Its ferocious eyes opened, its huge mouth opened, and it bit the sun that was about to hit it.

Boom—the explosion was deafening and the whole earth shook.

Endless smoke spread out, blocking all vision.

As the thick smoke gradually dissipated, a slightly dim little sun flew back into the sky from the dust and fog.

The air was still filled with the smell of gunpowder and fire, and the cracks in the ground seemed to tell of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

But the Thousand Faces Lord's clone disappeared without a trace under this attack.

It seemed as if Saint Yuntian had accomplished his goal. After taking a glance at Yinxu, the virtual face above the sea of ​​clouds disappeared.

……

In the interior scene——

"Let's go, it's your turn to pick up some bargains!"

Fang Lei looked at Li Changlu and others behind him who had recovered from their injuries.

"The severely injured Thousand-Faced Clone is now in your hands!"

Fang Lei left all of them behind...

"Li Changlu, thank you Fang Lei! Thank you for your kindness!"

"Mei Pei'er, thank you Fang Lei!..."

"Li Zhe, thank you..."

Fang Leitou left with Gu Canghao without looking back, but he used the method of "Words Come True" again:
"Lying in a lonely village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country.

Lying in bed at night listening to the wind and rain, I dreamed of the iron cavalry and the frozen river! "

(Source: "The Wind and Rain Were Raging on November 4th" by Lu You)
This poem once again calls forth our ambitions!
"Dragon horse with snowy fur, golden saddle, Wuling hero. Autumn frost cuts jade sword, sunset shines pearl robe.

Cockfighting is a big event with thousands of chariots, and the pavilion is so high. The bow destroys the tiger in Nanshan, and the hand catches the gibbon in Taihang.

After drinking, they compete with each other for elegance, and after three cups, they play with their precious swords. Killing people is like cutting grass, and Ju Meng and others travel together.

He left Hangu Pass with great determination and joined the army towards Lintao. After hundreds of battles, all the Xiongnu fled.

When he came back, he was drunk and refused to pay respect to Xiao Cao. He was ashamed to enter Yuan Xian's room, so he lived a dissolute life in the weeds.

(Source: "The White Horse" by Li Bai)
After reading this poem, I will be given a sword and a mount, and I will wait for your triumphant return!

After the two poems were finished, these old and weak people all held their heads high, with no trace of old age or death in their eyes anymore.

……

Not far away——

The Thousand-Faced Clone hiding here seemed to have sensed the danger and became particularly vigilant.

(End of this chapter)