I Have A Qi Fortune Altar-Chapter 1546 - 741: God Slayer!

Endless sword light converges and then disperses, before gathering again, directly slashing towards the Demon God.

"Boom!"

A terrifying roar blasts the void.

The Nine-tailed Demon God's pupils flash with a hint of shock; the previous slash almost threatened his life. This Chen Yuan is indeed extraordinary!

White fox tails stretch out from the void, gathering the power of rules, like ferocious Divine Whips, suddenly striking at Chen Yuan.

"Boom!"

Chen Yuan raises his arm to block, using the strength of his physical body to collide with them. He is knocked back over a hundred feet, but in the next moment, he charges forward like a cannonball lunched from its barrel.

His physical body has reached the Great Accomplishment Realm, and his defense is unmatched even by the Yang God True Monarch.

Under the Physical Body Furnace, he can still battle the Essence Blood-condensed incarnation of the Demon God.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Fists strike out, fox tails cover the sky, and sword light shines between heaven and earth, rules coalescing alongside.

The battle between Chen Yuan and the Demon God's incarnation isn't exactly earth-shattering, but it's certainly close. A thousand feet around the two, all became a dead zone.

Chen Yuan, with bloodshot eyes, continuously condenses Qi and Blood Power, clashing head-on.

In the line between life and death, it's either it dies or he perishes!

The five viscera transform into the Five Elements, Divine Light radiates brilliantly.

Spirit Platform Primordial Spirit shines purple Divine Light, as terrifying Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy forms a backflow around him, wholly gathering to enhance his power again and again.

Having passed the Nine Layer of Thunder Tribulation, he doesn't believe he couldn't defeat a mere Demon God incarnation!

Even if there's a difference in Realm, he feels he can compensate!

His Primordial Spirit is top-notch, his physical body is top-notch; apart from not reaching the peak of Divine Skills and the Perfection of Conception, he is nearly at the pinnacle of the Yang God Realm.

Everyone has their god, who's afraid of whom?

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This is a tragic song, a lament sung by millions.

Aside from the Yang God and Immortal, individual strength in this battle appears insignificant, constantly facing death.

And their death doesn't even stir a ripple.

The Shushan's white-robed disciples and Biyou Palace disciples hide in the army formation, becoming two sharp blades, surrounded by warriors from Shuzhou Jianghu and South State Jianghu.

Their battle strength is remarkably strong, but since each fights for themselves, their actual casualties, proportionally, are more than the soldiers in the army formation.

White robes soak in blood, sword Qi intersects.

A Shushan disciple's physical body is torn apart by a claw, yet he uses the last bits of his strength to pulverize a nearby demon beast, turning it into nothingness.

Killing a single demon beast might be insignificant, but reaching a certain number changes everything.

Each of the three battlefields is quite crucial; if one side collapses, it can almost determine the outcome, hence nobody retreats.

Of course, they can't retreat.

An abrupt halt during a rapid charge will get you trampled by the soldiers behind.

A Biyou Palace True Disciple, with extraordinary skills, though being swallowed by a demon beast, manages to break out from within, causing uncontrollable Qi and Blood to leak from it.

Chen Yuan's unofficial disciple Shi Yi also joined the war; he's an insignificant member but fights with all his might.

He, they, forget everything.

Forget who they are, forget their moves, only remember to charge forward, remembering to crush all demon beasts before them, and then...return alive.

The giant turtle continually spills Demon Blood, and Evil Qi invades, clouding its mind, only aware of slaughtering in this chaos.

Looking down from the sky, the view is absolutely stunning.

Because even the world's best painter couldn't create such a magnificent, tragic tableau.

This is the distortion of life, a symphony of death.

Chu Changfeng's armor shatters, his hair flying wildly. The influx of Qi and Blood indeed boosts his power, yet, like a slow poison, it erodes his Origin.

But he doesn't care; there was a time when he harbored ambition, wanting to be the one recognized by Elder Moluo, to try the weight of the Emperor's Cauldron.

But now, as the Central Army's commander controlling the formation, he only knows this is a war between humans and demons; ambition is no longer significant.

He's not one for grand ideals, nor someone willing to sacrifice himself for the people, but the prevailing trend places him here, forcing him to fight desperately.

Divine Spear like a dragon pierces through one demon beast after another.

But soon, he is detected by the demon clan's commander, who, with a low roar, directly orders to form a sharp blade, charging at Chu Changfeng.

As long as he dies, the battle formation will immediately collapse.

"Devil, come!"

Chu Changfeng fearlessly shouts, likewise ordering the army to advance towards the enemy's commander position. Below, bodies have already piled up like mountains.

Countless people trample over the bodies of enemies and friends, charging forward!

Zhu Huai feels he might die here today; his intuition has always been accurate. This time, he's a little nervous but doesn't dare to back down.

He was once an outstanding Loose Cultivator, revered by many of his kind, full of thoughts wanting both independence and Chen Yuan's recognition.

Thus, when Chen Yuan issued the order, he volunteered to lead a troop independently.

Then this heavy responsibility fell onto him.

Now, there's a bit of regret.