Chapter 1 The End of the Day

Mo Yan's lips twitched, and he sneered, "Then pray that we can last until sunrise is over."

"The end of sunrise is our death!" Fu Qingyang said coldly, "When I was in the Saint realm, I learned a move called 'Jueti Swordsmanship.' It's a swordsmanship changed by an ancient sword master based on the 'Breaking the Cauldron' skill. The advantage is that Extraordinary realm scouts can also use it."

"And then?" The Heavenly King Mo Yan glanced at him sideways, "Are you counting on an Extraordinary realm skill to turn the tide for us?"

Fu Qingyang, like a aloof swordsman, said lightly, "This swordsmanship does not involve spiritual power, it is pure technique. The core is to stimulate cells through meditation, mobilize all physical strength, and burst out damage that exceeds one's own level."

"The Heavenly King of Fear has little spiritual and physical strength left. You hold him back for one minute, just one minute. We must truly cripple him before sunrise ends."

"That's the only way to have a glimmer of hope."

"But my stamina is already running out," the Heavenly King Mo Yan shrugged.

Fu Qingyang was expressionless, "Then you die first, I'll come after you."

The Heavenly King Mo Yan stared deeply at him for a few seconds, then raised the corner of his mouth:

"Alright!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he dragged his riddled body towards the Heavenly King of Fear, like a lonely warrior going to die.

In the distance, the Heavenly King of Fear, who was seizing the time to recover his strength, grinned and took the initiative to meet him.

"Bang!"

The Heavenly King Mo Yan was knocked to the ground with a punch the moment they exchanged blows.

Fu Qingyang closed his eyes, his powerful willpower suppressing all emotions, and quickly entered meditation.

More than ten seconds later, even though there was no spiritual power fluctuation, his muscles bulged one by one, and the blood from his wounds stopped quickly.

Bang bang bang...

Fists rained down. The Heavenly King Mo Yan, who fell to the ground, blocked with his elbows for a moment, then kicked the Heavenly King of Fear in the chest and slid away.

He quickly got up, bent one arm to defend, and clenched his fists with both arms, striking out like a poisonous snake biting with two "hiss" sounds.

The Heavenly King of Fear tilted his head and dodged easily, taking a step forward and hitting Mo Yan's lower abdomen with a tricky punch.

With an "Ouch" sound, the Heavenly King Mo Yan's eyes instantly protruded, covered with bloodshot, and he bent over, spitting out acid from his mouth.

The Heavenly King of Fear pressed down on his head and pressed down hard, while adding a knee.

Peng peng peng... The ferocious knee slammed into Mo Yan's face one after another, breaking his nose.

It shattered a mouthful of steel teeth and burst his eyeballs.

The Heavenly King Mo Yan tried his best with three arms, stubbornly grabbing his fist to fight back, but was clamped by the Heavenly King of Fear's four arms.

The Heavenly King of Fear stopped kneeing, wrapped his arms around Mo Yan's neck from behind, and the remaining three arms clamped down on the Heavenly King Mo Yan's only three arms.

"What's wrong, reluctant to use the gift you got in the 'Zhuolu War'?" The Heavenly King of Fear exerted force with both arms, and there was a "crack crack" sound from Mo Yan's neck, which was the sound of the cervical spine breaking. "When I break your head off, under the sunlight of the God's power, you won't be able to use it even if you want to."

Saying that, Fear looked at Fu Qingyang not far away, his expression changed slightly, and then he curled up the corner of his mouth: "I understand, you want to severely injure me first, and then use the gift of the gods! Heh, do you think your condition will be better at that time, or mine?"

He continued to exert force with both arms, and the "crack crack" sound became louder and louder, and Mo Yan's neck was obviously stretched a bit.

In the midst of the severe pain, the Heavenly King Mo Yan took the initiative to grab the Heavenly King of Fear's three arms and roared, "Are you ready yet?"

"Pfft!"

The Heavenly King Mo Yan's head separated from his body, along with half a sheep scorpion.

A blood fountain five or six meters high spurted from the broken neck, and his hands were still tightly clasping the Heavenly King of Fear.

Fu Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes, his body turned into a sword light, and he instantly came behind the Heavenly King of Fear. The double knives in his hand had turned into two sword lights, blooming on the Heavenly King of Fear.

The tendons were cut, the Achilles tendons were severed, and the abdominal muscles, which symbolized the core strength, were cut off.

As Fear slowly knelt down, Fu Qingyang paused, rotated his waist, drove his arms, and slashed fiercely at the eastern shoulder of the Heavenly King of Fear.

Pfft! Pfft!

One knife cut through the skin and flesh, and the other cut off the cervical vertebrae!

The head of the Heavenly King of Fear's left shoulder rolled down.

Chichi. Under the shining of the God of the Sun's power, the head emitted illusory blue smoke, and the soul contained in it melted.

For this head, he was already dead.

"Chichi..." The Heavenly King Mo Yan's head also began to emit blue smoke. The difference was that the Heavenly King of Fear's head had a weaker soul and was the first to dissipate, while the soul inside the main head of Mo Yan was still persisting.

The Heavenly King of Fear roared, and his body pounced forward, hitting Fu Qingyang's chest with his head. With a loud "boom," Fu Qingyang, whose double swords were crossed in front of his chest, slid back more than ten meters.

He spurted blood from his seven orifices, his body was as straight as a pine, but his heartbeat stopped, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

What he didn't tell Mo Yan was that this swordsmanship was extremely burdensome to the body. Performing it when in poor condition could lead to sudden death from exhaustion of the Sword Lodge's body.

Therefore, it was often used by ancient swordsmen as a means of perishing together. He, who was already exhausted, unexpectedly died suddenly.

At this moment, the sun wheel behind Fu Qingyang's head slowly extinguished.

Some of the shadows were white wolves three meters tall at the shoulder, with emerald green eyes, snow-white fangs, and thick carpet-like fur.

A strong sense of fear rose in both of their hearts.

At this moment, they seemed to have become people without the strength to truss a chicken, and were being besieged by wolves.

Fortunately, they had the power of the God of Self as ballast. Although they were afraid, they did not lose their minds.

Jiang Yu'er opened the item bar and held the round and lovely baby in her arms.

Wah, ah!

The tender and loud crying echoed in the wind and snow, and the bellies of the wolves swelled up one after another.

The fetus took away their power, and the ferocious white wolves' aura visibly decreased. If the sun's divine power had not suppressed the crying, she could have caused these wolves to give birth on the spot.

The Third Mountain Goddess took the opportunity to guide the sun's divine power,

and ignited the wolves.

In the raging flames, the wolves were annihilated.

However, the next second, more wolves appeared, baring their teeth and claws, pouncing on the three of them.

Jiang Yu'er was about to use the power of the Holy Infant in the same way.

Suddenly, a "boom" came from her mind, and her consciousness seemed to explode into thousands of pieces. These pieces represented different emotions,

Anger, sadness, jealousy, love, arrogance... each with its own consciousness, like Jiang Yu'er's different personalities.

This caused her brain to fall into chaos and internal friction, and she stood there blankly.

Xia Hou Aotian was the same. On the contrary, Zhai Cai, who was unconscious and had lost consciousness, was not affected.

The wolves roared and pounced on the Third Mountain Goddess, densely packed. Although they were constantly annihilated in the sun's divine power, they followed one after another, endlessly.

Every time a snow wolf was annihilated, a layer of dark curtain would cover the golden white sun wheel, but it would be instantly evaporated.

At this time, Xia Hou Aotian, who was in a state of confusion, saw a figure outlined nearby, which was the Nameless Illusion God of the Southern School wearing a robe.

He felt a sense of crisis in his heart, and the desire to survive miraculously suppressed other emotions.

In the gap where the sun's divine power was once again covered with a dark curtain, he took out the Wishing Furnace and said quickly, "I wish to have the Coward's Quilt!"

A patched, tattered quilt appeared out of thin air.

Xia Hou Aotian brushed open the quilt and pushed the Palace Master of Stopping Slaughter down. The quilt took the opportunity to cover the two of them, and with a series of "pa da" sounds, the threads on Zhai Cai's body were broken one after another.

While the Coward's Quilt protects them, it also cuts off their spiritual connection with the outside world.

The next moment, invisible ripples spread and swept across all directions from under the hood of the Southern School Illusion God.

Jiang Yu'er and Xia Hou Aotian, who were in the quilt, avoided the wave of the Dark Shadow Roar, but Zhai Cai, who was lying in the wind and snow, was quickly annihilated.

Seeing this, the Third Mountain Goddess teleported to Zhai Cai's side and used the purification power of the sun's divine power to block the subsequent waves for him.

Seeing this, the Southern School Illusion God turned around and merged into the wind and snow, disappearing and waiting for the next attack.

As an illusionist,

hiding behind the scenes, manipulating emotions and arranging illusions is his specialty. The enemy will not be able to use the demigod items of the Knight profession in the short term.

After the death of Chi Ri Xing Guan, the power of a peak Lord alone could no longer suppress him.

Now the offense and defense have changed, and he is suppressing the peak Sun Wanderer. The endless wolves are constantly pouncing on the Third Mountain Goddess,

shattering themselves in the sunlight.

In just two minutes, half of the Third Mountain Goddess's golden blazing sun dimmed.

She, who was manipulating the magic pestle to strangle the wolves, finally showed a hint of anxiety on her cold face.

He is consuming the power of the Lord of the Sun...

The Third Mountain Goddess heard a faint voice. She turned her head and saw that Zhai Cai, who should have been unconscious, had woken up.

He looked very good, even a little radiant. Being so energetic after suffering such heavy injuries and with his soul almost annihilated could probably only be described as a flash of brilliance before death.

"Do you need me to disperse the sun's divine power!" The Third Mountain Goddess said lightly.

Zhai Cai shook his head and smiled bitterly, "The Life Elixir is a temporary solution. Without the sun's divine power to contend with, I would still be instantly killed."

The Third Mountain Goddess did not speak, this was the truth.

Zhai Cai said again, "You can't hold on much longer."

The Third Mountain Goddess still didn't speak, this was still the truth.

The sun's divine power was extinguished.

In Fu Qingyang's chest, there was a "dong dong" heartbeat,

The stopped blood flowed again, pouring into the cells to regenerate and heal the organs.

The body of the ninth-level puppet master was rapidly repairing the riddled body, pulling him back from the abyss of death.

The same situation happened to the Heavenly King of Fear. His aura and power quickly recovered, but the part of his soul that had been cut off could not be regenerated in a short time.

As for Mo Yan... his body was not repaired. His head was quietly lying on the ground, half-sunk in the silt, without anything, as if he had completely fallen.

Ding!

Activate the Demon God's will? Mo Yan's mouth moved.

In the sky above the copy, a huge cloud vortex suddenly appeared. In the depths of the vortex, a will descended and cast its gaze on the Heavenly King Mo Yan.

The next moment, the cloud vortex disappeared, and that gaze was blocked back.

But the dormant power in the Heavenly King Mo Yan's eye socket was ignited. The Heavenly King Mo Yan's left eye digested into blood, and this blood flowed out of his eye socket, wrapping the Heavenly King Mo Yan's head.

The sheep scorpion at the bottom of the head crackled, growing section by section, and soon formed a complete vertebral bone, followed by ribs, shoulder bones, hip bones, and leg bones, growing rapidly with the spine as the foundation.

Then came the flesh and blood organs and skin. In the blink of an eye, the Heavenly King Mo Yan's new body was reshaped. A demon god's body more than two meters tall, with three heads and eight arms, and a blood-red body was born.