UGB Chapter 1696 The trump card is revealed: the true body of the Blood God!
Chapter 1696 The trump card is revealed: the true body of the Blood God!
at the same time.
Cheng Buzheng, who was hidden in the void, was also suddenly shaken the moment he saw the Island Moving Venerable summon the Long River again!
"The Desolate Cauldron?"
How can it be! "
Cheng Buzheng almost cried out in shock.
"The simultaneous explosion of the four cauldrons was so powerful that it could never be restored!"
Moreover, even if the Island-Moving Venerable had enough spiritual materials, he still didn't have enough time.
Could it be... that he's hiding a complete set of the forbidden artifact, the Desolate Cauldron?!
This idea is terrifying!
If that's true, the Venerable One of the Island Moving has unfathomable depth and cunning!
But in the next instant, Cheng Buzheng's divine sense, which was far more acute than that of ordinary people, instantly detected the abnormality of the four giant cauldrons that slowly rose from the "four poles" of the vast river, exuding an ancient and desolate aura!
modeling……
It's exactly the same!
But the aura... was completely different!
"wrong!"
Cheng Buzheng's eyes narrowed, and the turmoil in his heart instantly subsided, replaced by deep doubt.
"This is definitely not a forbidden artifact!"
Just... a counterfeit that imitates its shape?!
Its power is probably less than one ten-thousandth of that of a true Desolate Cauldron!
At best, it can only be considered a rare treasure; it cannot compare to a true forbidden artifact.
"So what exactly is the old man who moved the island trying to do?"
Cheng Buzheng frowned, his thoughts racing.
"With just these four imitation ancient cauldrons, the low-level 'Four Great Extremes Array' they set up is still formidable, even with the support of supreme array artifacts..."
Its power is absolutely no threat to a being like the High Priest!
Could it be that he had some other hidden scheme behind his painstaking efforts to set up this useless formation?
It's definitely not just a bluff!
Cheng Buzheng's gaze was fixed on every subtle movement of the Island-Moving Venerable, trying to find the deadly killing intent hidden beneath the surface.
Perched atop the deep-sea throne, observing the entire situation through secret techniques, Hell Twelve witnessed the rise of the four "Desolate Cauldrons" the instant...
A strange light flashed in his blood-red eyes, and just like Cheng Buzheng, he instantly saw through the truth.
Looking at the resolute posture of the Island-Moving Venerable and listening to the resounding decree emanating from his mouth, He couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, tinged with complex emotions, that only He could hear:
"Sigh... So they've finally revealed their trump card?"
It happened earlier than I expected...
It seems that the pressure from that traitor was indeed considerable.
otherwise.
Even a human child wouldn't resort to such a trump card!
His gaze swept over the high priest, a barely perceptible hint of worry flashing in his blood-red eyes.
"We can only pin our hopes on..."
This traitorous slave still holds a real trump card that can rival him!
otherwise……"
The meaning behind the words couldn't be clearer.
Obviously.
The Twelve of Hells had a very low opinion of the High Priest.
Of course, this is also an ending that Prison Twelve did not want to see!
however.
The high priest, standing at the eye of the storm, quickly lost his initial surprise and doubt as he faced the vast river swirling beneath the island-moving venerable one's feet and the "desolate cauldrons" revealed in all directions.
Instead, a cold, confident smile curved his lips.
"A trump card? Everyone has one!"
He sneered inwardly, and the infernal flames burning around him suddenly collapsed inward. A more subtle yet more dangerous aura began to brew and rise within him!
"[Four Great Formations]...Suppress!"
With the shout from the Island-Moving Venerable that seemed to invoke the laws of heaven and earth, the entire golden void suddenly sank!
The four replica ancient cauldrons hummed and trembled, shooting out four extremely thick beams of light of different colors, which intertwined and crashed down on the high priest!
The light from the array instantly engulfed the high priest's figure!
But upon closer inspection...
The figure at the center of the formation could be vaguely seen, but it did not collapse with a crash.
There wasn't even a single wrinkle on his robe.
He appeared extremely calm and composed.
See this scene.
A barely perceptible sneer crept onto the lips of the Island-Moving Venerable.
He understood this seemingly powerful but actually weak second-tier formation attack perfectly.
A mere low-level formation, let alone harming a Nascent Soul cultivator,
Even the higher-level fourth-order formations are nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing a mountain in front of such beings, merely empty shells.
"Ah,"
He scoffed inwardly:
"If my methods were limited to this, wouldn't I become a laughingstock?"
"The real show is just beginning..."
Think about this.
The Island-Moving Venerable stared sharply at the High Priest trapped in the center of the formation, a cold, all-encompassing sense of control spreading deep within his eyes.
Then, without the slightest hesitation, he formed a complex and profound hand seal with one hand, as if flitting among flowers like a butterfly, and suddenly uttered a cold word:
"burst!"
"Buzz—Boom!"
In an instant, the color of the world changed!
The four corners of the 'Desolate Cauldron' seemed to awaken a sleeping ferocious beast, its body trembling violently and emitting a deep, thunderous roar.
Thick, viscous blood columns, thicker than mountains and as solid as a substance, carrying a terrifying, overwhelming aura, shot up from the mouth of the cauldron!
The blood pillars did not spray randomly, but were drawn together and woven rapidly in the sky under the guidance of some mysterious law, transforming in the blink of an eye into a giant blood-red net that covered the sky and the surrounding area!
Blood-red light flowed across the network, runes vanished, and a terrifying pressure, powerful enough to crush space, descended upon the high priest below with overwhelming force!
Its power was far greater than any previous attack, as if it wanted to seal and refine the entire sea area along with the high priest!
Deep within the void, Cheng Buzheng, who had been watching the battle with bated breath, suddenly had his pupils shrink to pinpoints, and his face was instantly filled with disbelief and horror!
"This...this is impossible!"
His heart was churning like a raging storm.
"This is clearly the most core blood-fiend origin power condensed by the [Heaven and Earth Reversal Heavenly River Formation]!"
When the Desolate Cauldron self-destructed, wasn't it completely exhausted along with the great formation in the battle against the Primordial Ancestor of Purgatory?
Could it be... could it be the old ghost who moved the island?!
How dare he, how could he, secretly intercept such a huge portion?
A near-cruel truth instantly shattered Cheng Buzheng's perception:
"The previous 'self-destruction' was nothing but a meticulously planned performance!"
It was a shocking deception, made for all the onlookers, and even more so for the high priest!
Sacrifice peripheral forces to lull the enemy into complacency, and finally detonate this hidden trump card to seize the world in one fell swoop!
Such deep scheming, such ruthless calculation!
Even I... am being manipulated by him!
Upon realizing this, a surge of anger at being fooled instantly ignited within Cheng Buzheng, burning away his reason.
"it is good!
What a cunning old man who moves islands!
How long have you been playing this game?
"From when did you begin to manipulate everyone, including the High Priest of the Purgatory Clan, into becoming pawns on your chessboard?!"
As anger burned, a chill crept up his spine—
Faced with the Island-Moving Master's almost monstrous strategic abilities and precise grasp of human nature, Cheng Buzheng, despite his fury, couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and apprehension...
A sense of admiration that is hard to put into words.
To have pushed the plan to this point and anticipated the reactions of so many Nascent Soul stage experts, this person's control over "momentum" and insight into "human nature" are unparalleled.
In this respect, Cheng Buzheng felt inferior.
At the same time, it is regarded as an extremely dangerous "role model".
at the same time,
From atop the high platform of the mysterious hall, Hell Twelve clearly "saw" all of this through a secret technique. His indifferent face showed no surprise whatsoever, as if everything was entirely within his expectations.
"Hmph, what a clumsy cover-up."
He murmured to himself, with a hint of all-knowing indifference.
When the Island-Moving Venerable previously manipulated the Desolate Cauldron to self-destruct his so-called "Blood Fiend Power" in an attempt to fight against Him...
That disparity in power had already sounded an alarm bell in His heart.
Ultimately, those powers were part of the blood essence derivatives that He deliberately released to deceive the Lord of Langya.
How could He not know the weight of His body, which is like an extension of His limbs?
The power of that self-destruction was far from its full potential.
At that time, although He did not know the purpose of moving the island and intercepting it, He did not care. What could an ant do by hiding a few grains of sand?
Only now, seeing that the Island-Moving Demon had transformed the intercepted power into a deadly trap, its target the High Priest who had betrayed it, did Hell Twelve finally understand the Island-Moving Demon's true intentions.
This person was not simply resisting, but rather targeting the traitorous slaves from the very beginning.
They even went so far as to sacrifice some of their "bloodthirsty power" to lull everyone into a false sense of security!
However, when His gaze swept over the high priest's figure, engulfed in a blinding light at the center of the formation...
Boundless rage surged once more, far exceeding any murderous intent towards the island-moving party.
"traitor!
More hateful than the enemy!
It was this overwhelming hatred that led Him to choose to remain indifferent and even... when He noticed the unusual activity on the island.
I am happy to see the two sides fight each other.
"Unfortunately, anger blinded him for a moment..."
A faint trace of regret flashed across Yu Twelve's deep eyes, only to be replaced by an even stronger coldness.
Then, He couldn't help but sigh.
"It seems I was blinded by anger at the time, which was a mistake!"
It's going to be difficult to quickly re-enter the Void Refinement Realm now!
Not bad.
this moment.
He completely lost faith in the high priest.
Just as Yu Twelve was about to withdraw his gaze and prepare to first deplete the Black Spirit Tiger Shark clan's resources in order to quickly step into the Half-Saint realm.
After all, the entire Black Spirit Tiger Shark clan currently doesn't have a single Nascent Soul Demon Lord...
Only two half-saints suppressed the clan.
Even if one's cultivation level is slightly higher, in the face of the vast gap in cultivation level and the crushing power of the spiritual realm's inheritance, one is nothing more than prey struggling in vain!
He was still absolutely confident that he could suppress it.
This comes from the profound knowledge and experience of powerful beings in the spirit world.
If it were a Nascent Soul Demon Lord from this realm, would you refrain from taking action?
They didn't even dare to entertain such a thought.
The slight difference between high-level cultivators often means an insurmountable gap in combat power; escaping is already a miracle.
Defeat or kill?
It's nothing but a fool's dream!
Because the higher the realm, even a small difference in realm can lead to a crushing defeat.
This is also a consensus in the cultivation world.
Only those with extraordinary talent and brilliance can escape from the hands of a powerful expert who is at the next higher level.
of course.
Cheng Buzheng, being an outlier, is not included in this category.
Just as Prison Twelve was preparing to set off and put his plundering plan into action...
His movements suddenly froze!
His previously cold and indifferent eyes suddenly burst forth with an uncontrollable light of ecstasy!
It was as if a priceless treasure had been discovered in endless darkness!
Beneath the blood-red net that covered the heavens and earth and exuded an aura of overwhelming destruction, a sudden change occurred!
A deep roar, seemingly from the ancient wilderness, resounded!
A towering figure suddenly rose from the ground! Its form instantly expanded to a size of ten thousand feet, towering majestically like an ancient divine mountain formed from pure blood energy!
The giant's face was exactly the same as the high priest's below!
However, the oppressive aura it exuded underwent a dramatic change!
Fierce, vast, ancient, and domineering!
Compared to the High Priest's previous aura, it was more than ten or a hundred times stronger!
Its very existence caused the surrounding space to groan under its strain, and countless dark void rifts spontaneously disappeared and were reborn around the giant!
"Ha ha ha ha!!!"
In the cold and empty hall, Yu Twelve suddenly burst into hearty laughter, filled with unexpected joy.
It was you!
The divine messenger lineage cherishes this supreme inheritance as a priceless treasure, keeping it shrouded in secrecy—a legacy long lost.
[Blood God True Body]!
I had thought this lineage had long been lost to the annals of time, but I never imagined...
It has fallen into the hands of you, a traitorous slave!
His gaze pierced through the light barrier like a tangible object, locking onto the ten-thousand-foot-tall blood god giant.
No wonder!
No wonder you dared to harbor rebellious thoughts!
It turns out they had already stolen this power that was enough to change the world!
"You've really kept it well hidden!"
The regret on his face was instantly replaced by fervent anticipation:
"it is good!
very good!
This is better!
It seems this dog-eat-dog drama is far more exciting than I expected!
maybe……
You traitorous slave, you really can create unexpected surprises for me?
If you can win...
Perhaps the time it will take me to return to the Void Refinement Realm will be greatly shortened!
A calculating glint flashed in Yu Twelve's eyes, as if he could already see the most ideal outcome.
Cheng Buzheng, who had been lurking in the void, was now filled with shock and bewilderment!
He stared intently at the towering, ten-thousand-foot-tall blood god giant, feeling the terrifying aura that sent shivers down his spine; the astonishment and doubt in his heart surged like boiling water.
"What...what kind of earth-shattering secret technique is this?!"
This is by no means an ordinary forbidden technique or magical power!
How could the High Priest's combat power surge to such an unbelievable level in an instant?!
The sheer power and vastness of its aura far surpasses that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!
Apparently!
He had no idea that the appearance of this colossal figure was one of the ultimate goals he had been striving for and dreaming of since entering the Nascent Soul Realm.
The concrete manifestation of the method for forging the Law-based Treasure Body!
Moreover, the current High Priest is not even a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator...
He was a genuine expert at the Refinement Realm.
Because mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators lack the method to forge a Law-based Treasure Body, they can only progress slowly by relying on their own understanding of the Laws.
Once obtained, the method for forging a Law-based Body...
Breaking through the current level is a natural and logical thing.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he achieved instant success.
Cheng Buzheng had already verified this point with the ancestor of the Purgatory Clan.
Unfortunately, despite racking his brains, he used all the books he knew...
Secret!
Ancient history!
It's rapidly sifting through my mind...
...(End of this chapter)