The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 79 I Am God (710)

boom! ! !
The water surged, and Zhou Yan kicked the giant python in the side.

Even with his magic power depleted, the force of this kick was still enough to send a burly bandit flying three to five steps, clutching his stomach and lying on the ground, unable to fight. However, stepping on the side of this giant python had no effect whatsoever.

Even Zhou Yan himself almost slipped.

The giant python opened its enormous mouth, its two barbed fangs emitting a sweet, metallic scent, and bit down hard at Zhou Yan.

It's a venomous snake!
Zhou Yan's attack was characterized by the characteristics of military strategists using beacon towers, and it was powerful and heavy.

Bihen used all her strength to regain control of the direction.

The succubus strained, her cheeks turning red, before managing to dodge the giant python's bite with Zhou Yan in a side-gliding maneuver.

Bihen said, "No, don't do anything reckless."

Zhou Yan said, "I am your father!"

Bihen remained silent, a sudden urge to throw this guy away arose within her.

Is this really suitable? Godmother?

Zhou Yan pointed his fingers, and the green gourd at his waist emitted a clear light. It then sucked up all the poisonous gas in the air. However, the giant python's venom seemed to have exceeded the green gourd's limit. The spots that Mu Degong had mentioned appeared on the green gourd, indicating a sluggish spirituality.

High-end goods.

The giant python, driven mad, suddenly snapped its jaws shut!
A strong wind blew, and the water surged violently.

Bihen accelerated, carrying Zhou away from the giant python's attack range.

The giant python then swept its tail.

Its body was hundreds of feet tall, its scales as hard as iron, and it stirred up the waves.

Bihen flicked his wrist, sending Zhou Yan flying. The young man rode the wind, hovering in mid-air. Bihen's speed suddenly increased, his sleeves and hem flowing like water, passing through the gap under the giant python's raised body and grabbing Zhou Yan.

boom! ! !
The giant python's body slammed heavily onto the water's surface, creating waves.

Zhou Yan watched the horrific destruction.

I've realized something.

The giant python, imbued with dragon blood and seemingly imbued with the fortune of humanity through evil magic, is not a match for the human race, who possesses magical power and lineage. Their blood, bones, and inherent strength are not equal.

This guy lies down in the water, just like a world boss.

Damn it, if only I had enough magic power to unleash a barrage of magic swords.

Different lineages have their own strengths. Fengsui possesses extremely strong endurance, but this physical strength also leads to a lack of magical power. This problem is not so obvious in itself, but it becomes extremely prominent after Fengsui's feet leave the ground.

However, this giant python originated from the Jinghe River aquatic tribe. After leaving the Jinghe River basin, it spent a hundred years cultivating in the mountains and rivers. If it were a human cultivator, it would probably be even stronger.

It's hard to say who benefits more.

The giant python lunged at Zhou Yan in the water. The current was turbulent, and when the undercurrents converged, it was like a giant tree being struck. Zhou Yan's gaze swept over and he saw the giant python. He gathered his magic sword, intending to pierce directly into the python's mouth.

But at this moment, the python's movements faltered.

A terrifying, blood-red aura surged forth.

The giant python, which had already crashed out of the water, roared, then, stimulated by the murderous aura, it suddenly flipped over and plunged heavily back into the water. The predatory pressure brought by the person who seemed to be the most terrifying and murderous being caused the giant python, whose bestial nature had been aroused, to abandon Zhou Yan.

The snake's eyes were fixed intently on the water.

Zhou Yan saw that murderous aura.

Uncle Shen is alright!

The fighting that just took place was only a very short time.

The giant python stopped its relentless attack on Zhou Yan and instead plunged heavily into the Jing River, coiling itself up in an instinctive battle stance. The water level rose in this section, and the waves surged. Bihen also brought Zhou Yan to the ground, loosened his grip, and Zhou Yan landed.

After rolling over, he held his sword horizontally in front of him.

Breathe.

The moment my feet touched the ground, it felt like a tree taking root.

The ripples of the earth's veins instantly surfaced in his mind, crystal clear. His physical strength and magical power surged along with the ripples of the earth. He swung his sword horizontally with his right hand, but the black wind dodged the attack.

Zhou Yan saw that the drowned person, transformed into a water ghost, climbed onto the riverbank.

They saw aquatic monsters but couldn't get ashore.

The big black dog neighed and reared up, its hooves slamming down like heavy hammers. It seemed utterly unafraid of these little monsters, smashing them as easily as if they were bean cakes. Even Xiao Huiniang was banging on them with a wooden stick in both hands.

Once a drowned ghost leaves the water, it poses no significant threat.

Those farmers with real strength could take them down with a hoe.

Zhou Yan fought Black Wind with his sword. His swordsmanship was simple, but it had a murderous aura. Several mountain spirits threw stones at Zhou Yan, and he had to take a few hits. Black Wind had gone mad.

A human and a demon were fighting here, while the Jing River was churning, the waves crashing against the riverbank and shattering the stones. The giant python seemed to have encountered an extremely terrifying attack, and suddenly it thrashed about, its huge tail lashing out and slamming heavily against the riverbank.

boom! ! !
The stones shattered, and several monsters who couldn't escape in time were instantly turned into minced meat.

The warm and peaceful days spent on Ganquanyuan have transformed into fierce and bizarre legends.

Even with magic and minor spells, in the face of such a terrifying power gap, monsters are not much different from ordinary beasts. Black wind rises, and a seal appears in the palm of his hand, slowly rotating.

"Jiaomang, discard that burden!"

"Come and help me take over my physical body."

This seal exudes a sense of humanity and good fortune, a sense of humanity that Zhou Yan finds familiar.

It was the remaining half of the humanistic fortune that allowed him to break through the beacon tower. Under the control of this seal, painful hissing came from the Jing River. The giant python crashed out of the water, its scales stained with blood, its eyes locked on Zhou Yan.

Under the control of the seal and stimulated by the bloodlust, the giant python seemed to regain some of its rationality. It continued to struggle and suffer, but remained in the water without making a move.

Black Wind said, "Make your move!"

The giant python opened its mouth, its forked tongue flicking in and out, vibrating the air and making a sound, saying:

"Lang Jun."

"run!"

The sound was intermittent, a painful struggle. Black Wind froze, then immediately activated the seal with all his might:
"You betrayed me?! In the name of the seal, I command you to come here immediately!"

The sound of something cutting through the air was intense.

Out of the corner of his eye, Hei Feng saw Zhou Yan throw the horizontal sword directly at him, which spun and slashed towards him with a blazing light. Hei Feng instinctively retreated, but the next moment, Zhou Yan had already pounced on him.

The magical power of the beacon tower is far too low.

That sword technique was far too taxing on mana.

Perhaps the person who created this sword technique didn't consider the issue of mana consumption when they were in the mood, or perhaps they didn't expect that their sword technique would fall into the hands of a mere ninth-rank Xuan official, especially one known for their weak mana.

The creator, that old man who loved alcohol, never considered the high energy expenditure involved.

Zhou Yan could only rely on the fighting instincts he had been trained in by Shen Cangming.

And the unique way of thinking that came from that era.

Black Wind was overjoyed: "Good, good, good, come on!"

The black wind's soul condensed and collided with Zhou Yan, intending to directly seize his body. Zhou Yan shouted, "Scholar!"

"Alright, my lord!"

Yin Zichuan grabbed Hei Feng's arms with both hands.

He doesn't have much magic power, but he's still a ghost.

It was still the living soul that had been tempered by Wang Chun before. This caused Hei Feng to pause for a moment, while Zhou Yan grabbed the bronze Buddhist lamp at his waist and suddenly shook it, igniting a cluster of golden flames within the lamp.

To deliver the souls of the living, and to transform the fire with virtue.

A treasure powerful enough to illuminate the boundary between life and death, allowing people to see things invisible to the naked eye.

Black Wind saw a smile on the young swordsman's face.

Zhou Yan tossed it into the air.

As if holding a dagger, grip the lamp handle with your backhand.

Then, with a fierce and unhesitating gesture, he slammed the golden Buddhist flames of his soul-piercing attack onto Hei Feng's left eye. Almost instantly, the sound of Buddhist chanting rang out.

Who says a Buddhist lamp can't be used as a melee weapon?
I said!

The best use of Buddha's light.

It's a face mask!
Fa Jian inexplicably felt a sense of shared suffering towards that Buddha lamp.

Black Wind, in his demonic soul form, took the attack of the Buddhist lamplight head-on, screaming in agony as his soul weakened. Yet, looking at Zhou Yan, who was close at hand, his fighting spirit fierce, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

Fight!

The black wind howled and slammed hard into Zhou Yan's forehead.

If you don't succeed, you die trying.

What exploded in his eyes was a determination that the Nine Provinces Inspector should not have had. With a soul level close to that of a seventh-rank Xuan official, he crashed into the space between Zhou Yan's brows. In an instant, layers of clouds dispersed.

Black Wind, overwhelmed with emotion, seemed to still have a body, breathing heavily.

In Zhou Yan's dream, a jade book appeared.

second round.

He was already ready.

As Uncle Shen once said, military strategists always make a second preparation.

Ignoring everything else, Hei Feng saw the scroll of the Mountain God's edict. He grasped the humanistic luck left by the seal in one hand. This time, he didn't confront it head-on, but instead used the blessing of humanistic luck to try and seize the edict.

It was just the mountain god's words, just the mountain god's words...

There is still a chance of survival.

But at that moment, within Black Wind's divine will, the ball of light suddenly dispersed, transforming into an elegant, barefoot figure that broke free from Black Wind's divine will. The figure stepped barefoot into Zhou Yan's dream, her smile both cool and alluring.

It's the Lord of the Azure Netherworld!
Within the Black Wind Soul, the one that held his soul still, allowing him to survive a blow from the magic sword, was precisely this wisp of the Azure Netherworld Master's divine will.

She truly valued the position of mountain god, or rather, she truly valued the Kunlun treasures.

The woman looked at Zhou Yan with a smile.

"Hello again, young master."

The Master of Qingming Pavilion reached out his hand, wanting to touch Zhou Yan's brow.

At the same time, a faint crimson hue suddenly appeared in Zhou Yan's dream. Shen Cangming's battle blade suddenly appeared beside Zhou Yan, and a murderous aura emerged, the aura of the most elite border troops of the Tang Empire facing an impossible battlefield.

Master Qingming lowered his eyes.

Blood seeped from the finger that held the divine will.

"The bravest among the human race."

"Still protecting him?"

The Qingming Pavilion Master did not touch Zhou Yan again, but only grasped the imperial edict representing the mountain god.

Then, her powerful divine will allowed her to sense the city of Chang'an.

I sensed the bustling heart of the human world, and I could hear people talking. In each household, there were children and elders who pasted the mountain god's portrait, which the princess had personally drawn and engraved, somewhere and then offered their prayers.

Some people who are more particular will also burn incense.

This is not one or two ordinary wild temples or village rituals with only a hundred or so people, or even tens of thousands, but tens of thousands. It is the heartland of the human race, the city of Chang'an under the emperor's feet, with tens of thousands of people!

Even if the sacrificial ceremony is short, even if it is just a very brief bow.

However, the nature of the matter is different now.

This is not a rural mountain god at all.

This is the true god!
The incense smoke surged violently, and then, in the instant they realized that a great demon was spying on Chang'an.

Backlash!!!

(End of this chapter)