Chapter 1546 - Chapter 1546: sunrise the West (1) (1/2)

Chapter 1546: sunrise the West (1)

After the emotionless eyes appeared, the clear air began to form the outline of a figure. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the robe fluttered. The image of a Confucian scholar with two fluttering sleeves appeared in front of Xu Pingfeng and the others.

The Confucian saint’s soul reappeared in the world, and a terrible pressure descended, like a landslide, a tsunami, and a sky falling.

Due to the close distance, the three people and one beast were directly facing the gaze of the Confucian Saint.

The White Emperor’s four limbs trembled uncontrollably. It was as if it had completely degenerated into a beast. It bent its back, bared its teeth, and let out a low growl as if to demonstrate its power.

Xu Pingfeng and black Lotus retreated again and again. As rank-2, they did not dare to force themselves.

With the Vajra Dharma power and the defense of the acalanātha Dharma power, the Buddha of the Kyara tree was the most resistant one among all rank-ones. He was like a reef, resisting the impact of the waves.

The Confucian saint’s heroic soul took shape, and a crack appeared on Jian Zheng’s forehead, from which blood flowed.

His physical body began to slide into the abyss of collapse. This was the price he had to pay.

He took a step forward and thrust the knife in his hand at the Buddha of the Galaxia tree.

The soul of the Confucian Saint behind him made the same action as if he was the most solid support of the supervisor.

The Buddha of the Kaluo tree stood still, his muscles bulging and thick veins bulging under his skin.

Although he did not move, the Vajra Dharma form behind him stepped forward and stood in front of the Buddha of the Galaxia tree.

The carving knife stabbed over at a moderate speed, as if it was not afraid of the enemy escaping.

The 12 arms of the Vajra Dharma form closed forward, and the 24 palms made a palm-closing gesture, clamping the supervisor and the carving knife in the palm.

The acalanātha Dharma form sat cross-legged and formed a round air shield behind the Vajra Dharma form, which covered the Buddha of the Galaxia tree.

Suddenly, the twelve arms of the Vajra Dharma form began to tremble, as if they could not withstand the sudden advance of the carving knife.

“BOOM!”

The Ring of Fire behind the Vajra Dharma form expanded, and a dazzling flame rose.

The 12 trembling arms regained their balance.

However, in the next moment, the 24 giant palms cracked, followed by the arms, the body … The Vajra Dharma form, which was known for its defense and combat power, collapsed inch by inch.

The energy from the collapse of the Dharma power spread in all directions, scattering the sea of clouds below and revealing the vast land.

The supervisor held the carving knife and still stabbed at the protective shield of the Acalanatha Dharma laksana at a steady pace.

Buzzzzzz!

At the intersection of the light golden air shield and the carving knife, twisted and chaotic energy sputtered out.

A white light silently approached the supervisor and attacked him from behind.

In the White Emperor’s Azure eyes, there was only the madness of a wild beast, without any spirituality.

It suppressed its own spirituality and highlighted the madness of The Blood of Gods and demons rooted in its bones to offset the pressure of the Confucian Saint.

A crazy fiendgod’s descendant wouldn’t feel fear.

In addition, although its spirituality was suppressed and it could no longer use spells, this did not weaken its combat power. The body of a godfiend descendant was only stronger than that of a warrior, and its close-combat abilities were extremely terrifying.

The supervisor raised his left hand and flicked the Confucian crown. He said slowly, ”

“Retreat five hundred li.”

The White Emperor, who had opened his fangs and was about to pounce, suddenly disappeared the moment he was about to touch the supervisor, as if he had never existed.

Of course, this wasn’t because he had learned the Confucian school’s spell of absolute command, but rather because he was using the power of the Confucian crown to cast a spell.

However, without the control of a high-level cultivator of the same system, the power of the Confucian crown was limited. Moreover, the White Emperor’s rank was extremely high, so Jian Zheng could not use the power of the Confucian crown to launch a direct attack.

That was because they were destined to be unable to threaten Emperor Bai.

However, the characteristic of the scholarly faction was not its attack, but rather its ‘fancy’ nature.

After temporarily kicking Emperor Bai out of the battlefield, the supervisor took another step forward with his carving knife.

The Qi Shield supported by the Dharma power of the unmovable Emperor Ming collapsed exaggeratedly.

This was not because acalanātha was not strong enough. On the contrary, under the blessing of the Confucian saint’s heroic soul, he could persist until now. The Buddha of the Kyara tree was known as the strongest defense below the transcendent-grade, and he truly deserved his name.

In the distance, Xu Pingfeng opened the bag and took out a huge cannon. It was nine feet tall and three meters long. It was made of black iron and had dense array patterns engraved on it.

As a cultivator of the second stage, he couldn’t directly face the pressure of the Confucian Saint at close range. Fortunately, warlocks liked long-range attacks the most.

One by one, the array patterns lit up, and the engraved array began to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy. The black muzzle condensed into a fist-sized blazing white ball of light that was constantly collapsing.

Using a formation to stir the power of heaven and earth was a Warlock’s specialty.

“BOOM!”

When it collapsed to the extreme, it exploded, and the muzzles shot out blazing white beams of light.

Just as the beam of light was about to hit Jian Zheng, a formation surrounded by clear light suddenly blocked the trajectory.

The cannon that could heavily injure a third-rank martial artist crashed into the formation, but it disappeared without a trace like a clay ox entering the sea.

In the next second, a white beam of light shot out from the void behind Xu Pingfeng and swallowed him.

The supervisor used a teleportation array to return the cannon to him.

Buzzzzzz!

The space beside Jian Zheng trembled and another pillar of light shot out, aiming to hit his face.