UGB Chapter 41 Jin Zha, you killed yourself! Now, get out of my way—!
Chapter 41 Jin Zha, you killed yourself! Now, get out of my way—!
The walls of Xiqi were deathly silent.
Jiang Ziya's withered fingers trembled slightly.
The God-Slaying Whip hung limply at his side, impossible to grip tightly.
Huang Feihu stared intently at the bottomless pit below the city.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were moving violently, but he couldn't make a sound.
Nangong Shi's face was ashen, and his legs, clad in heavy armor, trembled uncontrollably.
Among the soldiers guarding the city wall, someone's palm slipped, and the long spear in their hand silently fell to the ground.
Clang.
The crisp metallic clanging sound was particularly jarring.
But nobody picked it up.
No one scolded the soldier who lost his weapon.
All eyes on the city wall were fixed on the terrifying pit below.
Looking at Jinzha's shattered corpse, which had been smashed into the ground and was no longer recognizable as human, they saw...
……
Li Jing held a golden, exquisite pagoda in his hand and stood at the very front of the city wall.
He looked down at the city walls and watched the black-armored youth casually put away the Dragon-Slaying Stake and hang it at his waist.
He was silent.
There was a long, long silence.
Until a cold wind swept across half of the battlements.
Li Jing turned around to look at Muzha and Nezha behind him, his voice eerily calm.
"Muzha, Nezha."
"Let's go into battle together."
Mu Zha's body jolted suddenly.
He suddenly raised his head to look at Li Jing, meeting Li Jing's icy gaze.
He turned his head again, his eyes trembling as he looked at the bloody, mangled crater below the city.
He forced out a bloodthirsty and violent sound from his throat.
"Yes."
Muzha turned his head, his eyes fixed on Nezha.
The hatred and coldness in his eyes suddenly surged in that instant.
"You heard that?!"
Nezha stood alone to one side.
The fire wheels spun extremely slowly beneath his feet.
The intense Samadhi Fire pulsed silently, reflecting off his indifferent profile.
His gaze swept back and forth between Li Jing's aloof face and Mu Zha's bloodshot eyes.
Then...
He calmly uttered two words.
"No, I'm not going!"
Two words were uttered.
The already oppressive atmosphere on the city wall instantly froze solid.
Mu Zha's expression suddenly changed, and his features even became somewhat distorted.
"What did you say?!"
He carried the twin Wu hook swords and stepped forward.
He stared intently into Nezha's eyes from his high vantage point.
"Not going?!"
"My brother's body is still lying beneath the city walls, trampled by those merchant dogs. What right do you have not to go?!"
Mu Zha's voice grew louder and louder.
His eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and his chest was heaving violently.
"What exactly are you—"
"Are they still members of the Li family?!"
The people on the city wall held their breath, not daring to even breathe loudly.
Jiang Ziya opened his mouth, but the words he was about to say were swallowed back down.
Yang Jian stood in the shadows some distance away.
Looking at the three men, who were on the verge of exchanging blows, a glint of silver flashed in his eyes.
Right hand....
He calmly gripped the three-pointed double-edged sword.
……
Nezha slowly raised his head.
He looked calmly at the enraged Muzha.
Then--
"laugh."
A very soft laugh rang out.
There was no mockery, no anger.
It's just simple...
A contempt and disdain that comes from the bottom of one's bones.
"Someone from the Li family?"
Nezha's voice was very soft.
He paused, his smile deepening, revealing a morbid chill.
"That's your older brother..."
"He's not my older brother."
He turned his head slightly, his gaze passing over Mu Zha and landing on Yang Jian in the distance.
"I only have one older brother!"
"His name is Yang Jian!"
boom!
These words struck like a heavy hammer against the city wall.
Mu Zha's face froze instantly, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, freezing his anger on his face.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
Li Jing's indifferent expression suddenly showed a slight fluctuation.
"The traitor!"
He suddenly raised the hand that was supporting the pagoda.
With his right hand held together like a sword, he pointed it mercilessly at the tower!
"Buzz—!"
A blinding golden light suddenly erupted on the city wall of Xiqi!
On the golden, exquisite pagoda, countless ancient runes spun wildly.
A terrifying pressure, specifically designed to counter lotus incarnations and seal divine souls, crashed down!
"Well……"
Nezha's body stiffened abruptly, and a muffled groan escaped his throat.
"Bang!"
One of his legs could no longer support him.
He knelt heavily on one knee on the cold, hard city bricks.
The blue bricks cracked instantly.
Centered on his knee, fine, spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly outwards, sending debris flying everywhere!
But Nezha did not bow his head.
He stiffened his neck and struggled to lift his head.
A pair of fierce eyes stared intently at the aloof Li Jing.
Li Jing remained expressionless, his eyes cold, as he continued to urge the pagoda in his hand on.
The golden light grew ever brighter!
The runes are spinning faster and faster!
Nezha's body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
The bones in his body groaned under the immense pressure, unable to bear the strain any longer.
His chest heaved violently, and a suppressed growl escaped his throat, like that of a trapped wild beast.
"Heh...heh..."
The radiance of the lotus incarnation began to dim at a visible rate.
Just when everyone thought Nezha was about to be suppressed, at the critical point when his spirit wavered—
"boom--!"
A violent, crimson light, like a volcanic eruption, exploded from Nezha's body.
"What—"
Li Jing's expression changed drastically.
A look of disbelief and horror flashed in his eyes.
A look of disbelief and horror flashed in his eyes.
The golden pagoda trembled violently in his palm.
The golden light that suppressed everything was actually forced back by half a bit by this terrifying force that erupted in the opposite direction.
Li Jing suddenly felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth, and his pagoda-holding arm sank slightly uncontrollably.
Huang Feihu, Nangong Shi, and the others on the city wall were all thrown back several steps by the shockwave, raising their hands to shield themselves.
The crimson light grew brighter and brighter, like a blood-red sun falling from the city wall, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes at all.
In the light—
Three heads and six arms suddenly appeared!
Three identical, expressionless, and handsome faces slowly rose.
Six arms, burning with violent Samadhi fire, slowly unfolded outwards.
Each arm was wreathed in terrifying flames powerful enough to incinerate the heavens and boil the seas.
Flames shot into the sky, completely dyeing half of the sky above Xiqi City a strange crimson.
Nezha slowly stood up.
The three-headed, six-armed form of the deity stood atop the city wall like an ancient demon god.
His aura surged to a suffocating level with an almost frenzied intensity.
Nezha turned his head.
Three pairs of blood-red eyes stared at Li Jing.
The golden pagoda was clearly reflected in the deepest part of the blood-red eyes.
Three mouths open and close simultaneously, and six voices overlap and merge into one.
His voice was deep and hoarse, filled with endless violence and chilling coldness, booming like muffled thunder on the city wall.
"Li Jing, remember this—"
"Jin Zha..."
"It was you who killed yourself!"
Each word, each pause, was like a sharp knife piercing the heart.
"Now--"
Nezha suddenly raised his three heads, and the ferocity in his eyes reached its peak.
"Give me……"
"Get out of here—"
The moment the words fell.
"boom--!"
The fire wheel surged wildly from beneath his feet, and two pillars of fire shot into the sky!
The three-headed, six-armed Dharma form rode on wheels of wind and fire, transforming into a streak of crimson light that tore through the void.
Ignoring all the obstacles on the city wall, ignoring Li Jing's ashen face, and even ignoring the suppression of the Golden Pagoda, they charged straight down the city wall!
……
On the battlefield between the two armies.
Gu Xuan sat upright on the dragon horse of the East Sea.
They watched as the three-headed, six-armed figure descended from the top of Xiqi City, accompanied by towering flames and possessing an extremely violent aura.
Gu Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly.
The crimson-gold dragon pattern on the Heaven-Shaking Spear at his waist flowed silently.
slight……
It brightened up a bit.
Li Jing's expression changed drastically.
A look of disbelief and horror flashed in his eyes.
The golden pagoda trembled violently in his palm.
The golden light that suppressed everything was actually forced back by half a bit by this terrifying force that erupted in the opposite direction.
Li Jing suddenly felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth, and his pagoda-holding arm sank slightly uncontrollably.
Huang Feihu, Nangong Shi, and the others on the city wall were all thrown back several steps by the shockwave, raising their hands to shield themselves.
The crimson light grew brighter and brighter, like a blood-red sun falling from the city wall, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes at all.
In the light—
Three heads and six arms suddenly appeared!
Three identical, expressionless, and handsome faces slowly rose.
Six arms, burning with violent Samadhi fire, slowly unfolded outwards.
Each arm was wreathed in terrifying flames powerful enough to incinerate the heavens and boil the seas.
Flames shot into the sky, completely dyeing half of the sky above Xiqi City a strange crimson.
Nezha slowly stood up.
The three-headed, six-armed form of the deity stood atop the city wall like an ancient demon god.
His aura surged to a suffocating level with an almost frenzied intensity.
Nezha turned his head.
Three pairs of blood-red eyes stared at Li Jing.
The golden pagoda was clearly reflected in the deepest part of the blood-red eyes.
Three mouths open and close simultaneously, and six voices overlap and merge into one.
His voice was deep and hoarse, filled with endless violence and chilling coldness, booming like muffled thunder on the city wall.
"Li Jing, remember this—"
"Jin Zha..."
"It was you who killed yourself!"
Each word, each pause, was like a sharp knife piercing the heart.
"Now--"
Nezha suddenly raised his three heads, and the ferocity in his eyes reached its peak.
"Give me……"
"Get out of here—"
The moment the words fell.
"boom--!"
The fire wheel surged wildly from beneath his feet, and two pillars of fire shot into the sky!
The three-headed, six-armed Dharma form rode on wheels of wind and fire, transforming into a streak of crimson light that tore through the void.
Ignoring all the obstacles on the city wall, ignoring Li Jing's ashen face, and even ignoring the suppression of the Golden Pagoda, they charged straight down the city wall!
……
On the battlefield between the two armies.
Gu Xuan sat upright on the dragon horse of the East Sea.
They watched as the three-headed, six-armed figure descended from the top of Xiqi City, accompanied by towering flames and possessing an extremely violent aura.
Gu Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly.
The crimson-gold dragon pattern on the Heaven-Shaking Spear at his waist flowed silently.
slight……
It brightened up a bit.
The golden pagoda trembled violently in his palm.
The golden light that suppressed everything was actually forced back by half a bit by this terrifying force that erupted in the opposite direction.
Li Jing suddenly felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth, and his pagoda-holding arm sank slightly uncontrollably.
Huang Feihu, Nangong Shi, and the others on the city wall were all thrown back several steps by the shockwave, raising their hands to shield themselves.
The crimson light grew brighter and brighter, like a blood-red sun falling from the city wall, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes at all.
In the light—
Three heads and six arms suddenly appeared!
Three identical, expressionless, and handsome faces slowly rose.
Six arms, burning with violent Samadhi fire, slowly unfolded outwards.
Each arm was wreathed in terrifying flames powerful enough to incinerate the heavens and boil the seas.
Flames shot into the sky, completely dyeing half of the sky above Xiqi City a strange crimson.
Nezha slowly stood up.
The three-headed, six-armed form of the deity stood atop the city wall like an ancient demon god.
His aura surged to a suffocating level with an almost frenzied intensity.
Nezha turned his head.
Three pairs of blood-red eyes stared at Li Jing.
The golden pagoda was clearly reflected in the deepest part of the blood-red eyes.
Three mouths open and close simultaneously, and six voices overlap and merge into one.
His voice was deep and hoarse, filled with endless violence and chilling coldness, booming like muffled thunder on the city wall.
"Li Jing, remember this—"
"Jin Zha..."
"It was you who killed yourself!"
Each word, each pause, was like a sharp knife piercing the heart.
"Now--"
Nezha suddenly raised his three heads, and the ferocity in his eyes reached its peak.
"Give me……"
"Get out of here—"
The moment the words fell.
"boom--!"
The fire wheel surged wildly from beneath his feet, and two pillars of fire shot into the sky!
The three-headed, six-armed Dharma form rode on wheels of wind and fire, transforming into a streak of crimson light that tore through the void.
Ignoring all the obstacles on the city wall, ignoring Li Jing's ashen face, and even ignoring the suppression of the Golden Pagoda, they charged straight down the city wall!
……
On the battlefield between the two armies.
Gu Xuan sat upright on the dragon horse of the East Sea.
They watched as the three-headed, six-armed figure descended from the top of Xiqi City, accompanied by towering flames and possessing an extremely violent aura.
Gu Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly.
The crimson-gold dragon pattern on the Heaven-Shaking Spear at his waist flowed silently.
slight……
It brightened up a bit.
Li Jing's expression changed drastically.
A look of disbelief and horror flashed in his eyes.
The golden pagoda trembled violently in his palm.
The golden light that suppressed everything was actually forced back by half a bit by this terrifying force that erupted in the opposite direction.
Li Jing suddenly felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth, and his pagoda-holding arm sank slightly uncontrollably.
Huang Feihu, Nangong Shi, and the others on the city wall were all thrown back several steps by the shockwave, raising their hands to shield themselves.
The crimson light grew brighter and brighter, like a blood-red sun falling from the city wall, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes at all.
In the light—
Three heads and six arms suddenly appeared!
Three identical, expressionless, and handsome faces slowly rose.
Six arms, burning with violent Samadhi fire, slowly unfolded outwards.
Each arm was wreathed in terrifying flames powerful enough to incinerate the heavens and boil the seas.
Flames shot into the sky, completely dyeing half of the sky above Xiqi City a strange crimson.
Nezha slowly stood up.
The three-headed, six-armed form of the deity stood atop the city wall like an ancient demon god.
His aura surged to a suffocating level with an almost frenzied intensity.
Nezha turned his head.
Three pairs of blood-red eyes stared at Li Jing.
The golden pagoda was clearly reflected in the deepest part of the blood-red eyes.
Three mouths open and close simultaneously, and six voices overlap and merge into one.
His voice was deep and hoarse, filled with endless violence and chilling coldness, booming like muffled thunder on the city wall.
"Li Jing, remember this—"
"Jin Zha..."
"It was you who killed yourself!"
Each word, each pause, was like a sharp knife piercing the heart.
"Now--"
Nezha suddenly raised his three heads, and the ferocity in his eyes reached its peak.
"Give me……"
"Get out of here—"
The moment the words fell.
"boom--!"
The fire wheel surged wildly from beneath his feet, and two pillars of fire shot into the sky!
The three-headed, six-armed Dharma form rode on wheels of wind and fire, transforming into a streak of crimson light that tore through the void.
Ignoring all the obstacles on the city wall, ignoring Li Jing's ashen face, and even ignoring the suppression of the Golden Pagoda, they charged straight down the city wall!
……
On the battlefield between the two armies.
Gu Xuan sat upright on the dragon horse of the East Sea.
They watched as the three-headed, six-armed figure descended from the top of Xiqi City, accompanied by towering flames and possessing an extremely violent aura.
Gu Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly.
The crimson-gold dragon pattern on the Heaven-Shaking Spear at his waist flowed silently.
slight……
It brightened up a bit.
The golden pagoda trembled violently in his palm.
The golden light that suppressed everything was actually forced back by half a bit by this terrifying force that erupted in the opposite direction.
Li Jing suddenly felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth, and his pagoda-holding arm sank slightly uncontrollably.
Huang Feihu, Nangong Shi, and the others on the city wall were all thrown back several steps by the shockwave, raising their hands to shield themselves.
The crimson light grew brighter and brighter, like a blood-red sun falling from the city wall, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes at all.
In the light—
Three heads and six arms suddenly appeared!
Three identical, expressionless, and handsome faces slowly rose.
Six arms, burning with violent Samadhi fire, slowly unfolded outwards.
Each arm was wreathed in terrifying flames powerful enough to incinerate the heavens and boil the seas.
Flames shot into the sky, completely dyeing half of the sky above Xiqi City a strange crimson.
Nezha slowly stood up.
The three-headed, six-armed form of the deity stood atop the city wall like an ancient demon god.
His aura surged to a suffocating level with an almost frenzied intensity.
Nezha turned his head.
Three pairs of blood-red eyes stared at Li Jing.
The golden pagoda was clearly reflected in the deepest part of the blood-red eyes.
Three mouths open and close simultaneously, and six voices overlap and merge into one.
His voice was deep and hoarse, filled with endless violence and chilling coldness, booming like muffled thunder on the city wall.
"Li Jing, remember this—"
"Jin Zha..."
"It was you who killed yourself!"
Each word, each pause, was like a sharp knife piercing the heart.
"Now--"
Nezha suddenly raised his three heads, and the ferocity in his eyes reached its peak.
"Give me……"
"Get out of here—"
The moment the words fell.
"boom--!"
The fire wheel surged wildly from beneath his feet, and two pillars of fire shot into the sky!
The three-headed, six-armed Dharma form rode on wheels of wind and fire, transforming into a streak of crimson light that tore through the void.
Ignoring all the obstacles on the city wall, ignoring Li Jing's ashen face, and even ignoring the suppression of the Golden Pagoda, they charged straight down the city wall!
……
On the battlefield between the two armies.
Gu Xuan sat upright on the dragon horse of the East Sea.
They watched as the three-headed, six-armed figure descended from the top of Xiqi City, accompanied by towering flames and possessing an extremely violent aura.
Gu Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly.
The crimson-gold dragon pattern on the Heaven-Shaking Spear at his waist flowed silently.
slight……
It brightened up a bit.
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"What—"
Li Jing's expression changed drastically.
A look of disbelief and horror flashed in his eyes.
The golden pagoda trembled violently in his palm.
The golden light that suppressed everything was actually forced back by half a bit by this terrifying force that erupted in the opposite direction.
Li Jing suddenly felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth, and his pagoda-holding arm sank slightly uncontrollably.
Huang Feihu, Nangong Shi, and the others on the city wall were all thrown back several steps by the shockwave, raising their hands to shield themselves.
The crimson light grew brighter and brighter, like a blood-red sun falling from the city wall, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes at all.
In the light—
Three heads and six arms suddenly appeared!
Three identical, expressionless, and handsome faces slowly rose.
Six arms, burning with violent Samadhi fire, slowly unfolded outwards.
Each arm was wreathed in terrifying flames powerful enough to incinerate the heavens and boil the seas.
Flames shot into the sky, completely dyeing half of the sky above Xiqi City a strange crimson.
Nezha slowly stood up.
The three-headed, six-armed form of the deity stood atop the city wall like an ancient demon god.
His aura surged to a suffocating level with an almost frenzied intensity.
Nezha turned his head.
Three pairs of blood-red eyes stared at Li Jing.
The golden pagoda was clearly reflected in the deepest part of the blood-red eyes.
Three mouths open and close simultaneously, and six voices overlap and merge into one.
His voice was deep and hoarse, filled with endless violence and chilling coldness, booming like muffled thunder on the city wall.
"Li Jing, remember this—"
"Jin Zha..."
"It was you who killed yourself!"
Each word, each pause, was like a sharp knife piercing the heart.
"Now--"
Nezha suddenly raised his three heads, and the ferocity in his eyes reached its peak.
"Give me……"
"Get out of here—"
The moment the words fell.
"boom--!"
The fire wheel surged wildly from beneath his feet, and two pillars of fire shot into the sky!
The three-headed, six-armed Dharma form rode on wheels of wind and fire, transforming into a streak of crimson light that tore through the void.
Ignoring all the obstacles on the city wall, ignoring Li Jing's ashen face, and even ignoring the suppression of the Golden Pagoda, they charged straight down the city wall!
……
On the battlefield between the two armies.
Gu Xuan sat upright on the dragon horse of the East Sea.
They watched as the three-headed, six-armed figure descended from the top of Xiqi City, accompanied by towering flames and possessing an extremely violent aura.
Gu Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly.
The crimson-gold dragon pattern on the Heaven-Shaking Spear at his waist flowed silently.
slight……
It brightened up a bit.
The golden pagoda trembled violently in his palm.
The golden light that suppressed everything was actually forced back by half a bit by this terrifying force that erupted in the opposite direction.
Li Jing suddenly felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth, and his pagoda-holding arm sank slightly uncontrollably.
Huang Feihu, Nangong Shi, and the others on the city wall were all thrown back several steps by the shockwave, raising their hands to shield themselves.
The crimson light grew brighter and brighter, like a blood-red sun falling from the city wall, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes at all.
In the light—
Three heads and six arms suddenly appeared!
Three identical, expressionless, and handsome faces slowly rose.
Six arms, burning with violent Samadhi fire, slowly unfolded outwards.
Each arm was wreathed in terrifying flames powerful enough to incinerate the heavens and boil the seas.
Flames shot into the sky, completely dyeing half of the sky above Xiqi City a strange crimson.
Nezha slowly stood up.
The three-headed, six-armed form of the deity stood atop the city wall like an ancient demon god.
His aura surged to a suffocating level with an almost frenzied intensity.
Nezha turned his head.
Three pairs of blood-red eyes stared at Li Jing.
The golden pagoda was clearly reflected in the deepest part of the blood-red eyes.
Three mouths open and close simultaneously, and six voices overlap and merge into one.
His voice was deep and hoarse, filled with endless violence and chilling coldness, booming like muffled thunder on the city wall.
"Li Jing, remember this—"
"Jin Zha..."
"It was you who killed yourself!"
Each word, each pause, was like a sharp knife piercing the heart.
"Now--"
Nezha suddenly raised his three heads, and the ferocity in his eyes reached its peak.
"Give me……"
"Get out of here—"
The moment the words fell.
"boom--!"
The fire wheel surged wildly from beneath his feet, and two pillars of fire shot into the sky!
The three-headed, six-armed Dharma form rode on wheels of wind and fire, transforming into a streak of crimson light that tore through the void.
Ignoring all the obstacles on the city wall, ignoring Li Jing's ashen face, and even ignoring the suppression of the Golden Pagoda, they charged straight down the city wall!
……
On the battlefield between the two armies.
Gu Xuan sat upright on the dragon horse of the East Sea.
They watched as the three-headed, six-armed figure descended from the top of Xiqi City, accompanied by towering flames and possessing an extremely violent aura.
Gu Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly.
The crimson-gold dragon pattern on the Heaven-Shaking Spear at his waist flowed silently.
slight……
It brightened up a bit.
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"What—"
Li Jing's expression changed drastically.
A look of disbelief and horror flashed in his eyes.
The golden pagoda trembled violently in his palm.
The golden light that suppressed everything was actually forced back by half a bit by this terrifying force that erupted in the opposite direction.
Li Jing suddenly felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth, and his pagoda-holding arm sank slightly uncontrollably.
Huang Feihu, Nangong Shi, and the others on the city wall were all thrown back several steps by the shockwave, raising their hands to shield themselves.
The crimson light grew brighter and brighter, like a blood-red sun falling from the city wall, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes at all.
In the light—
Three heads and six arms suddenly appeared!
Three identical, expressionless, and handsome faces slowly rose.
Six arms, burning with violent Samadhi fire, slowly unfolded outwards.
Each arm was wreathed in terrifying flames powerful enough to incinerate the heavens and boil the seas.
Flames shot into the sky, completely dyeing half of the sky above Xiqi City a strange crimson.
Nezha slowly stood up.
The three-headed, six-armed form of the deity stood atop the city wall like an ancient demon god.
His aura surged to a suffocating level with an almost frenzied intensity.
Nezha turned his head.
Three pairs of blood-red eyes stared at Li Jing.
The golden pagoda was clearly reflected in the deepest part of the blood-red eyes.
Three mouths open and close simultaneously, and six voices overlap and merge into one.
His voice was deep and hoarse, filled with endless violence and chilling coldness, booming like muffled thunder on the city wall.
"Li Jing, remember this—"
"Jin Zha..."
"It was you who killed yourself!"
Each word, each pause, was like a sharp knife piercing the heart.
"Now--"
Nezha suddenly raised his three heads, and the ferocity in his eyes reached its peak.
"Give me……"
"Get out of here—"
The moment the words fell.
"boom--!"
The fire wheel surged wildly from beneath his feet, and two pillars of fire shot into the sky!
The three-headed, six-armed Dharma form rode on wheels of wind and fire, transforming into a streak of crimson light that tore through the void.
Ignoring all the obstacles on the city wall, ignoring Li Jing's ashen face, and even ignoring the suppression of the Golden Pagoda, they charged straight down the city wall!
……
On the battlefield between the two armies.
Gu Xuan sat upright on the dragon horse of the East Sea.
They watched as the three-headed, six-armed figure descended from the top of Xiqi City, accompanied by towering flames and possessing an extremely violent aura.
Gu Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly.
The crimson-gold dragon pattern on the Heaven-Shaking Spear at his waist flowed silently.
slight……
It brightened up a bit.
The golden pagoda trembled violently in his palm.
The golden light that suppressed everything was actually forced back by half a bit by this terrifying force that erupted in the opposite direction.
Li Jing suddenly felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth, and his pagoda-holding arm sank slightly uncontrollably.
Huang Feihu, Nangong Shi, and the others on the city wall were all thrown back several steps by the shockwave, raising their hands to shield themselves.
The crimson light grew brighter and brighter, like a blood-red sun falling from the city wall, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes at all.
In the light—
Three heads and six arms suddenly appeared!
Three identical, expressionless, and handsome faces slowly rose.
Six arms, burning with violent Samadhi fire, slowly unfolded outwards.
Each arm was wreathed in terrifying flames powerful enough to incinerate the heavens and boil the seas.
Flames shot into the sky, completely dyeing half of the sky above Xiqi City a strange crimson.
Nezha slowly stood up.
The three-headed, six-armed form of the deity stood atop the city wall like an ancient demon god.
His aura surged to a suffocating level with an almost frenzied intensity.
Nezha turned his head.
Three pairs of blood-red eyes stared at Li Jing.
The golden pagoda was clearly reflected in the deepest part of the blood-red eyes.
Three mouths open and close simultaneously, and six voices overlap and merge into one.
His voice was deep and hoarse, filled with endless violence and chilling coldness, booming like muffled thunder on the city wall.
"Li Jing, remember this—"
"Jin Zha..."
"It was you who killed yourself!"
Each word, each pause, was like a sharp knife piercing the heart.
"Now--"
Nezha suddenly raised his three heads, and the ferocity in his eyes reached its peak.
"Give me……"
"Get out of here—"
The moment the words fell.
"boom--!"
The fire wheel surged wildly from beneath his feet, and two pillars of fire shot into the sky!
The three-headed, six-armed Dharma form rode on wheels of wind and fire, transforming into a streak of crimson light that tore through the void.
Ignoring all the obstacles on the city wall, ignoring Li Jing's ashen face, and even ignoring the suppression of the Golden Pagoda, they charged straight down the city wall!
……
On the battlefield between the two armies.
Gu Xuan sat upright on the dragon horse of the East Sea.
They watched as the three-headed, six-armed figure descended from the top of Xiqi City, accompanied by towering flames and possessing an extremely violent aura.
Gu Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly.
The crimson-gold dragon pattern on the Heaven-Shaking Spear at his waist flowed silently.
slight……
It brightened up a bit.
"What—"
Li Jing's expression changed drastically.
A look of disbelief and horror flashed in his eyes.
The golden pagoda trembled violently in his palm.
The golden light that suppressed everything was actually forced back by half a bit by this terrifying force that erupted in the opposite direction.
Li Jing suddenly felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth, and his pagoda-holding arm sank slightly uncontrollably.
Huang Feihu, Nangong Shi, and the others on the city wall were all thrown back several steps by the shockwave, raising their hands to shield themselves.
The crimson light grew brighter and brighter, like a blood-red sun falling from the city wall, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes at all.
In the light—
Three heads and six arms suddenly appeared!
Three identical, expressionless, and handsome faces slowly rose.
Six arms, burning with violent Samadhi fire, slowly unfolded outwards.
Each arm was wreathed in terrifying flames powerful enough to incinerate the heavens and boil the seas.
Flames shot into the sky, completely dyeing half of the sky above Xiqi City a strange crimson.
Nezha slowly stood up.
The three-headed, six-armed form of the deity stood atop the city wall like an ancient demon god.
His aura surged to a suffocating level with an almost frenzied intensity.
Nezha turned his head.
Three pairs of blood-red eyes stared at Li Jing.
The golden pagoda was clearly reflected in the deepest part of the blood-red eyes.
Three mouths open and close simultaneously, and six voices overlap and merge into one.
His voice was deep and hoarse, filled with endless violence and chilling coldness, booming like muffled thunder on the city wall.
"Li Jing, remember this—"
"Jin Zha..."
"It was you who killed yourself!"
Each word, each pause, was like a sharp knife piercing the heart.
"Now--"
Nezha suddenly raised his three heads, and the ferocity in his eyes reached its peak.
"Give me……"
"Get out of here—"
The moment the words fell.
"boom--!"
The fire wheel surged wildly from beneath his feet, and two pillars of fire shot into the sky!
The three-headed, six-armed Dharma form rode on wheels of wind and fire, transforming into a streak of crimson light that tore through the void.
Ignoring all the obstacles on the city wall, ignoring Li Jing's ashen face, and even ignoring the suppression of the Golden Pagoda, they charged straight down the city wall!
……
On the battlefield between the two armies.
Gu Xuan sat upright on the dragon horse of the East Sea.
They watched as the three-headed, six-armed figure descended from the top of Xiqi City, accompanied by towering flames and possessing an extremely violent aura.
Gu Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly.
The crimson-gold dragon pattern on the Heaven-Shaking Spear at his waist flowed silently.
slight……
It brightened up a bit.
A look of disbelief and horror flashed in his eyes.
The golden pagoda trembled violently in his palm.
The golden light that suppressed everything was actually forced back by half a bit by this terrifying force that erupted in the opposite direction.
Li Jing suddenly felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth, and his pagoda-holding arm sank slightly uncontrollably.
Huang Feihu, Nangong Shi, and the others on the city wall were all thrown back several steps by the shockwave, raising their hands to shield themselves.
The crimson light grew brighter and brighter, like a blood-red sun falling from the city wall, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes at all.
In the light—
Three heads and six arms suddenly appeared!
Three identical, expressionless, and handsome faces slowly rose.
Six arms, burning with violent Samadhi fire, slowly unfolded outwards.
Each arm was wreathed in terrifying flames powerful enough to incinerate the heavens and boil the seas.
Flames shot into the sky, completely dyeing half of the sky above Xiqi City a strange crimson.
Nezha slowly stood up.
The three-headed, six-armed form of the deity stood atop the city wall like an ancient demon god.
His aura surged to a suffocating level with an almost frenzied intensity.
Nezha turned his head.
Three pairs of blood-red eyes stared at Li Jing.
The golden pagoda was clearly reflected in the deepest part of the blood-red eyes.
Three mouths open and close simultaneously, and six voices overlap and merge into one.
His voice was deep and hoarse, filled with endless violence and chilling coldness, booming like muffled thunder on the city wall.
"Li Jing, remember this—"
"Jin Zha..."
"It was you who killed yourself!"
Each word, each pause, was like a sharp knife piercing the heart.
"Now--"
Nezha suddenly raised his three heads, and the ferocity in his eyes reached its peak.
"Give me……"
"Get out of here—"
The moment the words fell.
"boom--!"
The fire wheel surged wildly from beneath his feet, and two pillars of fire shot into the sky!
The three-headed, six-armed Dharma form rode on wheels of wind and fire, transforming into a streak of crimson light that tore through the void.
Ignoring all the obstacles on the city wall, ignoring Li Jing's ashen face, and even ignoring the suppression of the Golden Pagoda, they charged straight down the city wall!
……
On the battlefield between the two armies.
Gu Xuan sat upright on the dragon horse of the East Sea.
They watched as the three-headed, six-armed figure descended from the top of Xiqi City, accompanied by towering flames and possessing an extremely violent aura.
Gu Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly.
The crimson-gold dragon pattern on the Heaven-Shaking Spear at his waist flowed silently.
slight……
It brightened up a bit.