Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 66 Disemboweling and Slaying the God
The river god, who had been keeping a close eye on Li Wushou, felt a strange sense of dread.

Although he was very confident in his large belly, Li Wushou's expression made him somewhat uneasy.

Suddenly, Li Wushou's aura changed again right before his eyes. It was no longer ethereal when he was controlling Yin energy, nor did it have the domineering power of bursting forth with blood Yang energy. His whole person suddenly became peaceful.

If it weren't for the fact that the river god was within his own realm of great power and under his mental control, he might have mistaken the other party for an ordinary rock.

Ignoring the River God's large face, Li Wushou stared intently ahead, his mind sinking into his own Yin-Yang meridians. The dark red stream spiraled rapidly within the meridians.

A stream of fused dark red spiritual liquid surged out and slowly flowed into the magic sword, dimming the blood-red sword light and making it more solid.

The river god's unease intensified; he couldn't quite understand what Li Wushou was up to.

Extinguish the sword light? Are you giving up?
Impossible! How could the other party's expression possibly indicate that they've given up?
This confusion made him somewhat restless. He glanced at the bride in the pregnant realm whose body had just been glued back together, and on a whim, he hurriedly urged the bride to surround Li Wushou.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye; it had only been three breaths since Li Wushou had killed the brides.

Suddenly, Li Wushou steadied himself and gently thrust his weapon into the darkness before him. The thrust was subtle and unnoticed, like a child's play.

The swamp-like void before him was easily pierced like a sheet of rice paper, and dark red spiritual power flowed silently from the magic sword. Its power was subtle, yet it carried an unstoppable force.

"Ah~!"

The river god above was horrified and let out a shrill scream. This silent sword strike contained unparalleled power, directly shattering its swamp power and destroying its divine soul power that permeated the void.

Li Wushou remained calm, standing with his sword in hand. Suddenly, a bright light appeared before his eyes, and the pitch-black Great Belly Realm was cleaved open by Li Wushou's sword.

Ignoring the bride rushing towards him from behind and the river god's screams in his ears, Li Wushou stomped his foot hard, and dark red spiritual power suddenly erupted and exploded under his feet.

Li Wushou glanced at the river god's large face, which was wailing and yelling, and muttered:
"The acting is really bad!"

Then, to the river god's surprise, it went in the opposite direction, not heading towards the ripped-open belly, but instead riding the sword light towards its feet.

"Ah~ Kill him quickly."

As if the screams had come from someone else, the river god abruptly stopped and hurriedly urged the fleeing brides onward.

The entire space began to shake violently, and in an instant, the space shrank considerably. The brides, who were originally some distance away, were now behind Li Wushou.

Li Wushou casually swung his sword, unleashing a dark red slash.

Using the recoil, Li Wushou plunged headfirst into the dark ground.

With his sword raised to his forehead, dark and red spiritual lights spiraled around the blade as Li Wushou thrust it fiercely into the void beneath the earth.

The spiritual energy emanating from the sword surged forth like a tornado, shattering the entire darkness.

"Ah~! Ah."

The shrill screams gradually subsided. Li Wushou broke free from the suppression of the void around him and thrust out his sword again. Suddenly, he heard the sound of flowing water in his ears.

Following the sound of the water, Li Wushou channeled his spiritual power and rushed past.

"Boom~!"

As if falling into an abyss, with dark currents surging around him, Li Wushou rushed into the black pool. Fortunately, he was prepared in advance, and dark red spiritual power covered his entire body, preventing him from drowning in the pool.

Looking up, a huge corpse floated in the black pool with its back to Li Wushou. A huge hole was in its back, from which a large amount of blood, flesh and filth was rapidly overflowing and filling the entire black pool.

Li Wushou secretly felt lucky. If his perspective hadn't been different from ordinary people, he probably would have been caught in a real battle. After the river god used his large belly as a boundary to envelop himself, he sank into the black pool.

They constantly use their divine soul to influence their own perception, making themselves believe they are still in the same place.

As for the light seeping from my newly torn belly, it was just a smokescreen released by the other party. In reality, that area corresponds to the other party's spleen and stomach, and the other party couldn't wait for me to rush in so that I could be digested.

Fortunately, his perspective was unique, and his Yin-Yang power was sharp enough.

During this period, in addition to his daily work at the City God Temple, Li Wushou also worked to improve his own strength.

In Li Wushou's view, in addition to the actual improvement of strength through breakthroughs, improving one's control over one's own power can also play a role in enhancing strength.

Through continuous exploration, Li Wushou finally mastered the power of Yin, the power of Yang, and the power of Yin-Yang fusion, and was able to freely switch between the three.

Only then can we break through the River God's Great Belly Realm in one fell swoop and kill the opponent on the spot.

Supported by spiritual energy, Li Wushou slowly floated up, grabbed the river god's dorsal fin with one hand, and dragged the river god's corpse towards the shore.

Just then, the dark shadow behind him suddenly moved, following the shimmering light of the pool water, and directly burrowed into the river god's corpse. Li Wushou pulled on the river god's corpse, broke through the dark pool, and emerged from the bottom of the water.

Suddenly, another shrill scream rang in his ears. Li Wushou turned to look at the river god's corpse behind him. His expression shifted. There was still a remnant of the divine soul.

Then a dark figure, having just finished its meal, emerged from the corpse.

Leaving aside the River God's soul, the evil brides the other party was raising in the Big Belly Realm were enough to make the Shadow happy for a long time.

However, the number was not as many as the River God had boasted, only seven. Li Wushou guessed that these evil brides might only behave so strangely in the River God's Big Belly Realm.

Li Wushou glanced speechlessly at the dark figure behind him, then turned his gaze to the River God's unsightly flesh.

For some reason, Li Wushou felt a sense of disgust. He wondered when he had started to dislike the presentation of food. This surprised even himself.

Maybe life has gotten better lately?
With a single sword stroke, Li Wushou severed the fish tail from the opponent's body. In the end, he decided to only take the tail back. As for the opponent's upper body? Li Wushou was still pondering.

"you you."

With a withered face, Grandpa Cui leaned against the shrine of the River God. Because of a trace of connection to the spirit, the death of the River God had also drained all the strength from this ambitious old man.

He was actually a little confused. This young high priest had clearly been swallowed by the river god, so why was it that the river god had died in such a short time?

Li Wushou threw the half-fish tail on the ground, looked at the drastically changed Grandpa Cui, and said, "Grandpa Cui, we meet again. The River God has been defeated, now it's your turn."

Grandpa Cui stared intently at Li Wushou, as if trying to etch his face into his memory. "The High Priest thinks he's won?"

Li Wushou slowly shook his head: "I just don't want any trouble."

Suddenly, Li Wushou's expression shifted, and he looked towards the dense forest they had been in, the direction of Cui Family Village. Just moments ago, he had sensed a minor priest's aura rapidly diminishing, and now it seemed he was on the verge of disappearing.

Seeing Li Wushou's reaction, Grandpa Cui seemed to know why, and burst into hearty laughter.

"Haha. It's starting. They're all going to die, you bastard."

Li Wushou slowly sheathed his magic sword, took a step and disappeared from his spot, rushing towards the village.

Behind him, Grandpa Cui clutched his neck, the spurting blood staining the shrine beside him, now split in two, a deep crimson.

The burial mound is complete, is it time to destroy the stronghold?
(End of this chapter)