Luck taken away? It doesn't matter, I quietly become a god

Inside the Heavenly Net and Earthly Binding Formation.

A towering avatar, hundreds of feet tall, pressed down on Feng Qianli, Xing Xue, and Lu Zhuo like a collapsing mountain.

Click~

Mu Gongfeng was already furious. As his avatar appeared, golden light burst forth from his eyes!

The sea of ​​consciousness that Rong Shu had forcibly sealed was gradually being unsealed, and the wisps of divine consciousness that were leaking out were making the three of them breathless.

His avatar struck out with a palm, causing the surrounding spiritual energy to surge like boiling water!

The three could only flee hastily within the formation, not daring to face the enemy's sharp edge.

Feng Qianli raised his hand and wiped the blood from his face, his fingertips tracing the bridge of his nose—

There is a thin, light scar on it.

This thin scar was left when Feng Qianli was five years old, during a "sparring" session with his master, the Mad Sword Maniac, and was accidentally cut by his master's sword intent.

Over the years, no matter how many times Feng Qianli underwent marrow cleansing and consumed countless rare and precious herbs, the scar remained and did not disappear.

But years have passed, and Feng Qianli has almost forgotten about the scar. He would even overlook it if he didn't look closely.

But at the very moment that Mu Gongfeng struck down with his palm.

When Feng Qianli tried to escape, he was overwhelmed and unable to move by the gradually unsealed divine consciousness of Mu Gongfeng.

The tiny scar started to feel hot and burning.

An extremely fanatical, tyrannical, yet exquisitely refined sword intent emerged from the scars of years past.

Feng Qianli's pupils suddenly contracted—

He remembered.

When Feng Qianli was a child, he actually cared a lot about his appearance. However, a trace of obsessive sword intent remained in his scar. As long as the sword intent remained, the scar would not fade, which troubled him.

Later, it was his master who pointed out that if one day his swordsmanship could surpass his master's, then this mere wisp of remaining sword intent could be easily eliminated.

In the field of vision, all colors faded, leaving only that sudden sword intent, which shot into the colossal creature's external avatar!

A tiny crack appeared in the palm of the Dharmakaya!

Then it spreads from the fingertips to the wrists, then to the elbows, shoulders, chest... and finally spreads like a spider web across half of the body of the Dharmakaya!

"What is this?!" Mu Gongfeng's true form exclaimed in shock.

Before he could react, Feng Qianli had already leaped up like a mad tiger!

The Xuan Tie Heavy Sword has no fancy moves, only the simplest move, "Mountain Splitting Style"!

Aiming at the crack created by the sword intent, he slashed down fiercely!

The Dharma body was forcibly cleaved in two from the right shoulder to the left waist! The shattered half of the Dharma body was annihilated into specks of icy spiritual energy, scattering into a sky full of stars.

Feng Qianli landed on one of Lu Zhuo's flying swords, unable to maintain his balance any longer, and collapsed to his knees, blood seeping from all seven orifices of his body.

This sword strike drained all of his spiritual power.

He could only barely lift his head and meet Mu Gongfeng's old face, which was twisted with rage.

"...You're asking for it!"

With his avatar destroyed, Elder Mu suffered a significant backlash. Enraged, he instantly unleashed his divine power, "Water Turns to Ice!"

Snowflakes condensed from the void, each containing enough chill to freeze even a Nascent Soul or Divine Transformation cultivator, and swept over the exhausted Feng Qianli!

This attack was unavoidable for Feng Qianli, who was already exhausted.

At the critical moment, a lithe figure suddenly blocked his way.

It is Xing Xue.

She spread her arms, and the invisible domain of her divine power, [Extreme Cold Eternal Prison], opened!

The snow and ice, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, surged wildly into her body!

The moment the extreme cold enters the body, it's like thousands of ice needles piercing the meridians and striking the dantian!

Xing Xue's face trembled violently. Several times she opened her mouth uncontrollably, but then clenched her teeth to suppress the pain that went deep into her bones.

A layer of blood frost quickly formed on her skin—

That was blood that had been frozen and ruptured in the body, causing it to bleed from the mouth, nose, and seven orifices. The blood was frozen by the extreme cold as soon as it started to flow out.

In less than three breaths, Xing Xue had become a "blood ice person". Only her clear eyes were still fixed on Mu Gongfeng, like a lone wolf in the snowy night, ruthless, decisive and tenacious!

The power of ice and snow created by [Water Drops Turn to Ice] was actually "eaten" by her!

“…A madman!” Mu Gongfeng exclaimed in astonishment.

In that instant, Lu Zhuodong, the only one still capable of fighting, was able to act.

He took a step forward, his robes fluttering, and ripples spread out in the void behind him!

One, ten, a hundred...

One thousand, one thousand five hundred, two thousand... The golden flying swords unfolded like a peacock spreading its tail.

Blood seeped from the corner of Lu Zhuo's mouth, and his internal organs felt as if they were being squeezed and forcibly displaced by a heavy object, causing excruciating pain.

"I am Lu Zhuo," he murmured to himself.

"I am the young sect master of the Flying Sword Sect."

"I am the next sect leader of the Flying Sword Sect."

"I started learning swordsmanship at three, comprehended sword formations at seven, mastered a hundred swords at twelve, and received the 'Ten Thousand Swords Flying Flowers' inheritance at eighteen..."

With each additional word spoken, a hundred more flying swords appeared behind him.

At this moment, Lu Zhuo's eyes shone like the morning sun, as if he were oblivious and felt no pain whatsoever.

In his eyes, there was only the sword.

In his heart, there was only the sword.

"I will reach the level that Flying Sword Dao Lord once reached, step by step!"

"I will...surpass Daojun!"

"I refuse to accept this!"

I shouldn't be mediocre!

"—I am a prodigy!"

Two thousand five hundred flying swords—that was Lu Zhuo's limit before yesterday.

But at this moment, the swords hummed and their numbers continued to rise wildly!

...Three thousand, four thousand, five thousand!

The sword light illuminated a young and handsome face, and his eyes, which were always smiling, now shone with an unprecedented brilliance, like a star tempered in fire.

"Not enough! Not enough! It's far from enough!" Lu Zhuo shouted hoarsely.

Zheng—

Six thousand flying swords appeared simultaneously!

Amidst the countless sword formations, there is only one protagonist.

Even in the midst of ice and snow, when everything is lifeless, a touch of peach pink still blooms alone in the cold.

No one's watching, so I admire myself!

I bloom even when all other flowers are not in bloom!

Unparalleled absolute confidence! Arrogance! Pride! Only then are you qualified to pave a path to heaven and touch the will of heaven.

This is a supernatural power—[Self-admiration].

The six thousand swords turned simultaneously, locking onto Mu Gongfeng. The chilling sword intent that filled the heavens and earth caused the light barrier of the Heavenly Net Earth Binding Array to develop tiny cracks like a spider web.

Mu Gongfeng's eyelids twitched. He felt an unprecedented pressure. He flicked his right sleeve and produced an ancient bronze bell engraved with coiled dragon patterns.

"Clang—" The ancient bronze bell gently struck, and the mysterious ancient inscriptions flowed around on their own.

This is yet another ancient treasure!

Six thousand flying swords transformed into a silver torrent, crashing violently into the ancient bronze bell!

"clang--"

The bell tolled like thunder, and a shockwave struck, causing Lu Zhuo's ears and nose to bleed. But instead of retreating, he advanced, pressing down with the six thousand sword formation!

"What are ancient treasures? Break through ancient treasures too!"

The power of the Six Thousand Swords Formation should not be underestimated, and Mu Gongfeng had to devote most of his attention to controlling the ancient bronze bell to defend against it.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, Rong Shu's telepathic message simultaneously exploded in the minds of the three:

[Now! Throw out the Nightmare Orb!]

Feng Qianli and Xing Xue used their last bit of strength to throw out the Nightmare Pearls in their hands!

Mu Gongfeng caught a glimpse of two dark lights approaching out of the corner of his eye. Thinking they were some kind of hidden weapon, he sneered inwardly and simultaneously produced two spiritual energy blades.

puff!puff!

The moment the Nightmare Pearl shattered, a malevolent aura, tinged with bloodlust, suddenly spread out, enveloping the nearest Elder Mu!