Immortal Creation.

Chapter 671 Sharing the Joys and Sorrows of Life and Death
For a moment, Ning Zhuo had the idea of ​​using a life-or-death situation. He wanted to forcibly control Qing Chi and keep her away from the final battleground.

But then, he sighed softly, his gaze complex, and waited for Qingchi to reunite.

On one hand, he could particularly understand Qing Chi. Ning Zhuo could endure for more than ten years in Fire Persimmon Immortal City for the sake of his mother, so how could he possibly understand Qing Chi's determination to avenge his father?

On the other hand, Ning Zhuo felt a lot of guilt towards Qing Chi. After all, he had disguised himself as Jiao Ma and deceived this ghost girl for a long time. Although it was well-intentioned, there was indeed a lot of exploitation involved.

As for Qingyan's death...

In war, people always die.

"My journey is for a greater cause. It is for the survival and well-being of countless creatures in the entire White Paper Immortal City and the entire Dark Swamp Wetland!"

"The Qing family originally belonged to the White Paper Immortal City faction, and like the Jiao family, they actively and fully committed to the White Paper Immortal City, making them the most steadfast defenders of the city."

"The evolution of the heavens has allowed the Qing family to build an army, which is already a great gift."

"Having received these benefits, the Qingjiao Army should naturally play its role here!"

This is not child's play.

Ning Zhuo, Sun Lingtong, and Luo Si—weren't they all risking their lives? The Buddhist physician Meng Yaoyin and the Gray Bone Elder devoted even more time and energy to painstaking planning and scheming.

To be honest, given the extent of their involvement, the fact that Qingjiao and his troops suffered only minor casualties is already a huge concession.

This is the result of Ning Zhuo, Luo Si, and others doing their best to protect it.

The dark clouds churned endlessly, but compared to before, they were no longer as dense, and the cracks that broke through them were getting bigger and bigger, allowing the Qingjiao Army and Qingchi to pass through easily.

Most of the Celestial Formation had collapsed. Having weathered the initial and most dangerous moment, Ning Zhuo and Qing Chi were now able to calmly face the remaining turbulent currents.

They successfully rendezvoused high in the sky and immediately followed the passage into the altar battlefield.

Boom boom boom...

The loud explosions were like thunder, indicating that a fierce battle was taking place inside.

The power of the Black Sphere of Return to Nothingness was extraordinary; wherever it corroded, the barrier of turbid air remained stained with pitch black. No matter how the turbid air in the earth's lungs surged, trying to replenish itself, it was all resisted and eliminated by the residual power of the pitch black.

Therefore, this passage is still quite stable for the time being.

As soon as they reached the center of the passage, they saw Ross slowly flying towards them.

Ning Zhuo and Qing Chi were overjoyed and hurriedly went to greet them.

The three successfully reunited.

Luo Si was in extremely poor condition. After seeing Ning Zhuo, he slowly nodded and then closed his eyes.

Luo Si knew clearly: the reason the phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana had attacked was definitely Ning Zhuo's doing. Ning Zhuo did not disappoint Luo Si.

Despite having only spent a short time together, Luo Si's trust in Ning Zhuo was extraordinary.

He completely abandoned the outside world and entrusted his life and fortune to Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo quickly helped him up and lifted him up to fly together.

Luo Si was severely eroded by the turbid air of the earth's lungs, suffering terrible injuries. His nascent soul was weak and dull.

Fortunately, he activated his cultivation technique with all his might, and began to generate new magical power.

The magical power began to spread rapidly, reclaiming the lost territory within the body and gradually expelling the turbid air from the lungs.

Seeing this, Ning Zhuo and Qing Chi discussed it briefly and decided not to rush in. The two of them first led Luo Si out of the passage and back to the outside world.

The fighting inside is fierce. Ning Zhuo and Qing Chi are only Foundation Establishment cultivators. It might be better to observe for a while.

The phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana sat cross-legged, his body radiating Buddhist light that pierced through all impurities.

Taking advantage of the turbid air concealing him, the Earthly Fiend God charged forward, roaring and swinging his fists with all his might.

The sound of his punches was like thunder, and the force of his punches was like stars!
The phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana then conjured up a series of Buddha palm prints, which gently pressed down, using softness to overcome hardness, dissolving the force and turbidity of the punches into nothingness, returning to stillness.

puff.

Suddenly, the Earthly Fiend God lost his strength, and a crack suddenly appeared on his divine body, spewing out streams of turbid earth qi, causing his divine body to tremble and his breath to weaken.

The Earthly Fiend God suddenly found himself in a disadvantageous position and could only retreat. From the hole on his head spewed out endless black smoke.

The black smoke grew so thick that it produced a viscous black rain, emitting a foul and decaying odor that shrouded the phantom image of the Buddha in his quiescent state.

The Buddha's light and the black rain clashed against each other, yet the phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana continued to advance.

The Lord of the River of Oblivion looked tense and anxious, instinctively glancing in the direction of the Immortal City of Oblivion: "Has the message not yet been delivered? It's time!"

The Immortal City of the River of Oblivion.

Zeng Jide used his thieving skills to steal another tuberculosis ...

The giant rock in front of them suddenly trembled violently, emitting a powerful yellow light. In an instant, the surrounding gravity doubled, almost causing the old man and the young boy from the Bukong Sect to kneel down.

"What happened?!" Sun Lingtong asked in surprise and disbelief.

Zeng Jide then discovered that among the remaining pulmonary tuberculosis in the boulder, one suddenly collapsed, transforming into an incomparably pure and enormous torrent of earth element, which disappeared from its original location along the magic array and was teleported away.

This torrent of earth elemental energy encompassed powerful earth elemental magic, vast amounts of turbid earth energy, and surging earthly evil power...

Although 20% was consumed by the teleportation, the remaining 80% was poured into the Earthly Fiend God in a very short time.

"Roar--!!!"

The Earthly Fiend God was as if injected with a powerful stimulant, and he roared to the sky!
All the wounds on his body were rapidly healing and even remodeling under the influx of the earth element. The speed was visible to the naked eye.

His originally listless aura, like a volcanic eruption, rose steadily and quickly reached a certain peak.

With a ferocious aura, He once again blocked the path of the Buddha's illusory figure.

Boom boom boom...

The two sides engaged in close combat.

The Earthly Fiend God's fists pounded the heavens like thunderbolts, stirring up a vast expanse of turbid water as he struck the Buddha's illusory image! With each punch, the space itself trembled violently, like a tattered rag, groaning under the unbearable weight!

The withered, wooden-like body of the phantom Buddha was deeply shaken. Countless rays of Buddha's light were extinguished, and the Buddha's body was damaged, dented, and cracked.

The phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana shrank slightly, spread its arms, and unleashed the Buddha's palm seal, which could only be parried for a time.

The Immortal City of the River of Oblivion.

"Quick, stay close to me!"

"The enemy is inside!!"

"Surround them! Don't let them escape! The Lord's orders are for them to die! No matter who they are!!!"

A large number of cultivators surrounded the area, completely encircling Zeng Jide and Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong gasped, "Senior, we only took a few things, how come it's like we've stirred up a hornet's nest?"

Zeng Jide's expression turned serious, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Interesting! This stone is quite important to Lord Wangchuan."

As he spoke, his thieving skills continued unabated, and he stole another one.

puff.

Far away on the core battlefield, the newly risen Earthly Fiends and Turbid Gods were once again demoralized.

The phantom image of the Buddha of Nirvana gained the upper hand.

The turbid air from the Earth's lungs surged, causing the barrier to tremble. Another Earth's lung tuberculosis disintegrated, transforming into a torrent of earth energy, which was then transported out by the great formation.

Roar!
The Fiendish Demon God rose up, opened his mouth and exhaled, forming a yellowish-brown pillar of light. Its attack range was short, but it shattered half of the Buddha's illusory shoulder. Another tuberculosis lesion was extracted by Zeng Jide.

puff.

The Earthly Fiend God lost his strength, and the phantom of the Buddha of Annihilation slapped him on the head, causing his entire skull to collapse and the black smoke he was spewing out to decrease by more than half.

Roar!
puff.

Roar!
puff...

Lord Wangchuan was so enraged that his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared in his heart: "No matter who it is, causing trouble behind my back! After this battle, I will definitely mobilize the entire nation to conquer you, and I will skin you alive and grind your bones to dust, so that your soul will be scattered!!"

He had never hated anyone so much.

Compared to Yin Jiuzhu and Ning Zhuo, they both felt hatred and anger.

This is just too much to handle.

The Earthly Fiends and the Turbid Gods were sometimes strong and sometimes weak, greatly disrupting His battle rhythm. Even when fighting with all His might, He could only slow down the progress of the illusory image of the Buddha of Nirvana.

Even the phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana was not having an easy time, as most of his power was used to suppress the seal of the Lord of the River of Oblivion.

The closer this national treasure got to the body of the Lord of the River of Oblivion, the more restless it became.

The illusory image of the Buddha of Nirvana was helpless, knowing full well that he could only achieve a swift victory!

He was at ease, and although his strength was great, it was like water without a source. On the other hand, the Lord of the River of Oblivion was severely injured and was actively accumulating strength for the final battle. Moreover, the Earthly Fiend God of Turbidity could continuously replenish his strength with the help of the Earthly Formation.

Although there may be moments of discouragement, ultimately more is gained.

The fist of the Earthly Fiend God struck the Buddha's illusory image, cracking the Buddha's body and dimming the Buddha's light.

The Buddha's illusory palm print was also imprinted on the body of the Earthly Fiend God, leaving an indelible mark.

The two battle groups advanced with difficulty amidst the explosions, the Buddhist light and earth energy locked in a fierce and attritional battle, shattering space itself. Countless spatial fragments flew everywhere like shards of glass.

Ultimately, this battle was brought to the forefront of the tributary of the River of Oblivion.

The phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana had shrunk again and again, its size reduced to only thirty percent of what it was before. Its withered body was covered with cracks, its shoulders were crushed, and its chest was sunken. The Buddha's light was gone, with only specks of light leaking out from the wounds, as if it were dissipating its essence.

The Earthly Fiend God was also badly damaged, staggering, with a severed arm in dire need of repair. The Buddha's palm prints on his body had inflicted several huge wounds, especially on his back, which nearly broke his spine, a horrifying sight.

The phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana clasped his hands together in front of his chest. Though his mouth remained closed, a powerful chant of Nirvana resounded throughout the universe!
The invisible ripples spread wildly, not only breaking free from the filthy earthly spirits before them, but also striking the tributary of the River of Oblivion, causing the water to surge and form towering waves.

The Zen sound surged wildly, like an invisible heavenly blade, almost splitting the tributary of the River of Oblivion in two.

The tributary of the River of Oblivion that had deterred Ning Zhuo was nothing more than a single move in the face of the phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana.

"Come!" The true form of the Lord of the River of Oblivion pounced out fiercely.

He rested and recuperated as quickly as possible, unable to sleep soundly, but he also accumulated enough strength for a battle.

In an instant, the tributary of the River of Oblivion roared, and a dragon condensed in the raging torrent, rushing towards the phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana.

The phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana neither dodged nor evaded, but instead opened its palms and spread its arms, throwing almost all of its fighting power into the attack.

His form became dim and lifeless, but the tranquility and Zen-like peace he exuded were even purer and more boundless than before.

Buddhism teaches that we share the same sorrow in both prosperity and decline!
The water dragon seemed to be throwing itself at the Buddha's illusory image, but as it approached, it withered like grass and trees, its power plummeting.

The Buddha's phantom, however, became more aura-invigorated, as if absorbing the power of the water dragon, its power continuously increasing.

Lord Wangchuan was enveloped in a soaring aura of darkness, with the illusory image of the Wangchuan River rushing and roaring behind him. He was giving it his all, his face solemn and dignified, staring intently at the formidable enemy before him.

His hard-earned fighting strength, like these successive water dragons, plummeted like a flood.

But the next moment, the Earthly Fiend God of Turbidity pounced from behind.

With a roar, His divine body collapsed and compressed to its limit, transforming into a giant meteor.

boom……

The meteor streaked in, bursting into a dark yellow flame and leaving a long trail of black smoke.

This was a desperate attack!
The meteor struck the Buddha's back, but was deflected by the Buddha's radiant light. Its speed decreased, but it continued to approach.

The phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana was attacked from both sides, caught between a rock and a hard place.

His withering and flourishing, his sorrow and joy, can restrain the enemy and strengthen Himself, but such an offensive has exceeded the limit of transformation.

The Buddha's body swayed, like the flickering light of a candle in a raging wind.

A hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the Lord of the River of Oblivion; he had finally seen a chance of victory in this life-or-death struggle!
The Immortal City of the River of Oblivion.

Zeng Jide shouted and once again summoned his natal magic weapon.

The three-armed monkey Buddha statue suddenly emitted light, which condensed into a monkey's paw that directly grasped the entire boulder.

The next moment, Sun Lingtong heard the monkey head screech, and the monkey's paw retracted, bringing the entire boulder back!

The boulder was enormous, but it grew smaller and smaller during the recovery process.

In the end, Zeng Jide retrieved his natal Buddha statue, and in his hand he had a miniature stone sculpture that was several times smaller.

Zeng Jide let out a muffled groan, his breath catching in his throat. He held the miniature stone carving in one hand and grabbed Sun Lingtong's arm with the other.

"go!"

Sun Lingtong felt dizzy, as if she had fallen into a colorful world of flowers.

Almost the next breath, a group of cultivators from the city lord's mansion burst in.

"Don't let any...person escape?!"

The monks' expressions changed drastically.

The battlefield of the altar.

The Earthly Fiend Meteor suddenly trembled, and its originally raging, dark yellow flames dimmed rapidly, turning into small flames.

The meteoroid, compressed to its limit, rapidly disintegrated, countless fragments falling apart, and large plumes of turbid gas, unable to be contained, scattered in all directions.

The pressure on the phantom image of the Buddha of Nirvana suddenly lessened, and it regained its former glory!
He stepped forward, spread his arms as if to embrace, and walked toward the Lord of the River of Oblivion.

Water dragons and giant waves relentlessly assaulted His face, causing the Buddha's illusory image to grow increasingly dim and the number of cracks on His body to surge, crisscrossing and spreading.

Lord Wangchuan retreated continuously, his face deathly pale, tinged with a hint of desolation.

His gaze remained sharp, filled with anger, resentment, and bitterness, but it quickly turned into hesitation and fear.

He knew full well the situation and knew he absolutely could not hold out any longer.

If we don't retreat now, we will be embraced by the phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana, and die! The dignified Lord is about to sacrifice his life in this act against the heavens.

"Alright, Silent Ghost Monk, I didn't expect you to be the final winner."

"The hatred for those who obstruct my path is irreconcilable; I will remember it!"

The next moment, Lord Wangchuan spat out a mouthful of his essence, activating the Heavenly Formation to teleport himself away and disappear from the spot.

Without his support, the raging torrents reversed, and all the water dragons exploded.

The pressure on the phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana plummeted, and it turned to attack the Earthly Fiend God.

His five fingers spread wide, and his Buddha hand grew larger and larger, as if it were about to encompass the universe!

The Buddha's hand descended, directly covering the meteor's divine body, and gripped it tightly.

boom--! ! ! ! !
(End of this chapter)