MTL - Super Dimensional Martial Immortal-Chapter 374 Holy area

  Chapter 374 God's Domain

  Damindidu·Sanjinlian Far East Headquarters

  In the extremely luxurious office, Kong Fang in a gold-trimmed tuxedo stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window more than ten meters high, overlooking the ancient and huge city below.

  Looking slowly, looking at the looming majestic [Forbidden City] at the end of the horizon, the pure black eyes flickering, I don't know what I'm thinking about.

   "The [Emperor] lifted his seal, then [Heavenly Dao Yi Shu] stepped out of [Liuyin Fengguo], preparing to take over Luzhou, which is your base camp, so you have nothing to do?"

  Behind him, a languid and enchanting plump body was lying on the bed, staring at his back with one hand on his cheek, his bright red lips evoked a playful smile.

  Looking straight at the direction of the [Forbidden City], Kong Fang whispered without turning his head.

   "He is watching me, probably the last temptation before death."

  Hearing this, the smile on the charming face behind her faded away, and her brows were frowned in doubt.

   "Did he notice?"

   Sarcastically hooking the corners of his mouth, Kong Fang shook his head casually.

   "He is just doubting, besides, so what if he is aware of it? History has ended...I will end everything..."

  Raising the palm of his hand, he stared at a gold coin with colorful divine light flowing in his palm. Kong Fang's five fingers slowly clenched it tightly, as if taking the whole world into his palm.

  After a long time, the pure black light in the fundus of the eyes converged into the depths of the pupils, Kong Fang changed the subject, and regained his relaxed smile.

   "By the way, Weid, how is my stupid disciple? Did you take good care of him?"

   "Of course, even a true saint will fall in my arms, let alone a mere mortal."

   "Hehe, he is not a mortal, he is the next 【Emperor】."

   "Let's wait until he inherits the holy throne. But, are you really going to let that [unusual number] take over Luzhou? If you let him grow, the trajectory of fate and history may have an unpredictable deflection."

   "Well... Although I can't do it myself, there are still many gods in [Confucianism]. I have already sent someone to warn him."

   "But that guy doesn't even look down on ninth-level saints. [Confucianism] gods can manipulate people's hearts. I'm afraid they can't suppress him when they meet unreasonable warriors?"

   "Everything has its value, even if it is [Different Numbers of Heaven], as long as it is driven on the right path, it can be used by me."

  Colorful gold coins rolled between his fingers, Kong Fang looked down at the bustling imperial capital below, and muttered meaningfully to himself.

   "How should I treat this difficult-to-tame young dragon?"

   "It's stroking his head, making him kneel at my feet..."

   "Or crush him to pieces?"

  The deep and dark pupils are slowly out of focus. Through the monocle of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, Kong Fang's eyes seem to penetrate the long river of time, spying on the unknown future.

  ……………

   At the same time, in Weili County, tens of thousands of miles away, Lian Yuanwei, who was holding a simple and simple bamboo slip, stared at the handsome young man in front of him as if facing a formidable enemy.

  The drooping eyelids slowly lifted up, and the evil and terrifying purple-gold vertical pupils stared at Daru. Even with the awe-inspiring righteousness protecting his body, the illusory gaze was still like a cold blade hanging on the skin, arousing goose bumps all over his body.

   "I hope you will be as stubborn as you are now when you die."

  Raising his hand to grasp falsely, a gorgeous dark gold long sword condensed out of thin air, turning nothingness into reality bit by bit.

   Sensing the ruthless killing intent in Zhao Yinshun's eyes, Lian Yuanwei frowned solemnly.

   "You want to kill me?!"

  Knowing that this [Zhen Guogong] is a murderous and bloodthirsty man, he never thought that he would dare to kill a great Confucian like himself at the slightest disagreement!

   "Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to kill you..."

  Turning the sword flower lightly, the pitch-black sword edge rippled in time and space, Zhao Yinshun stared into the enemy's eyes, and raised the corner of his mouth jokingly.

   "I'm going to kill your nine clans, and by the way, wash Confucianism again."

  The insane words were like a thunderbolt exploding in his ears, Lian Yuanwei stared at the boy in disbelief, and even forgot his words for a while.

   Raising his finger tremblingly, Lian Yuanwei pointed at the boy and smiled angrily.

   "Zhuzi! I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth!"

   "What? Burning books and burying Confucianism, the first emperor can do it, but I can't do it?!"

  Holding [Luo Hou] obliquely, Zhao Yinshun raised his toes and disappeared without any warning.

  Sense of abnormal fluctuations in time and space, Lian Yuanwei's pupils shrank suddenly, and he pulled away the simple bamboo slips in his hand, urging the mysterious divinity.

   "The son said on the river, the dead are like husbands, and they will never give up day and night!"

  唰~

  A mysterious and mysterious light blooms from the bamboo slips, and the magnificent divinity permeates the world, dragging reality into a deeper dimension.

  The colorful colors of all things fade away, replaced by a layer of weird black and white ink painting style, as if falling from the material world into the ink painting in an instant.

  The long sword in his hand felt infinite resistance. The closer he was to the enemy, Zhao Yinshun felt his speed slowed down. It was clearly within reach, but it was so far away that he seemed to be on the other side of the universe.

   No!

   It's not that I'm slowing down, but [time] is being slowed down and tends to stand still!

  Clearly aware of the subtle changes in time and space from the power feedback of [Minguan], Zhao Yinshun resolutely retreated, looking at the weird "ink painting style" around without a trace.

   "God's Domain...cooperating with [Shenguan] authority, interesting..."

  Along away from the enemy, the flow of time around gradually returned to normal. Zhao Yinshun squinted his eyes, his dark vision peeled off the appearance, and he saw through the reality.

  Under the [high-dimensional horizon], a mysterious stream of time lingers around the enemy, like a moat, infinitely extending the distance between the [past] and the [present].

  Looked up and down at the enemy with great interest, and finally his cold eyes fell on the simple and simple bamboo slips in his hand, where the twisted and wriggling mysterious characters could be faintly seen.

   "Time distortion at the conceptual level of the law, no wonder I can't reach the extreme..."

   On the other side, Lian Yuanwei's tingling premonition of death between his brows slowly faded away, and he let out a breath of foul breath slowly with lingering fear in his heart.

   This guy is serious!

  He really wanted to kill himself!

  Anyone who hesitated for a moment just now and did not deploy [Divine Domain] in time, I am afraid that the evil and terrifying long sword will cut off his head!

   There was a moment of fear in my heart, and then anger welled up.

   According to the rumors, didn’t he only open [Jingguan]?

  Why do you even push away [Minguan] now?

  Using the body of a sixth-level mortal to open the two gates, this is already equivalent to the level of a median seventh-level god, and it seems that his foundation in the sixth dimension is not low, and he is not the kind of rookie who has no realm...

   His eyes turned slightly, and from a distance of more than ten meters, Lian Yuanwei looked at the boy in white vigilantly, while the boy looked around curiously, observing this weird world where only the two of them were left.

   "I seem to have experienced it when I was in Lanzhou. A certain **** dragged me into His [Kingdom]."

  Listening to the young man muttering thoughtfully to himself, Lian Yuanwei's eyebrows twitched uncontrollably.

   Kingdom of God?

  That is a dimension deeper than the domain of the gods, at least a domain that can only be constructed by the eighth-level sub-sage, and it may even be some ninth-level saints who have not yet [refined the virtual into reality]...

  How dare he call existences at this level as miscellaneous? !

   More importantly, he survived?

  Thinking of this, the corners of Lian Yuanwei's eyebrows twitched undetectably, and he had a deeper understanding of Zhao Yinshun's arrogance in his heart.

   This guy is crazy!

   "Tsk tsk, you [mages] are really troublesome. I have the power to move mountains and seas, but I can't break the barrier of time..."

   Withdrawing his faint gaze from all around, Zhao Yinshun looked at the enemy who was close at hand, and clicked his lips in distress.

   "Even the time can be manipulated, no wonder the [Shen Guan] is opened, the ghosts and gods are unpredictable, which makes me a little moved."

   "Hmph! I didn't just open [Shenguan]!"

   Laughing coldly, Lian Yuanwei looked directly at the young man, rubbed his fingertips on the mysterious words on the bamboo slips, and made up his mind to teach this crazy boy a lesson.

   "Small words and great righteousness!"

   Moaning faintly, endless [Qi] was released from the bamboo slips, instantly filling every inch of space between heaven and earth.

  The surging divine energy was compressed and condensed, turning into a seal character [义] in the sky that covered the entire sky.

  A sense of oppression like Mount Tai descended from the sky. Under the [High-Dimensional Vision], Zhao Yinshun could see the conceptual chains composed of countless mosquito-like characters wriggling like living creatures, entangled and bound themselves layer by layer.

   On the other side, the blessing was launched, and Lian Yuanwei's aura became deeper and more boundless, and he could control the whole world with a single thought.

"Do unto others, do not impose on others!"

  However, contrary to Zhao Yinshun's expectations, the enemy did not directly attack his body. The invisible divine authority ignored the protection and directly conveyed to the soul, as if wanting to tamper with his will brutally and arbitrarily.

   Looking up and down at the sage-like enemy with weird eyes, Zhao Yinshun tilted his head in doubt.

   "Are you serious? Are you trying to educate me?"

   "Hmph! Today I will teach you the principles of life for Duan Musui!"

  Hearing this, the dark purple gold vertical pupils froze slightly, and Zhao Yinshun nodded with a grinning smile.

   "Very well, I want to see, is your [reason] the hard one, or my sword?"

   "No matter how sharp a sword is, it can't cut time, let alone fear and righteousness!"

  Looking at the pitch-black Excalibur in the hands of the boy in white, Lian Yuanwei shook his head in disdain.

   "Vulgar martial artist, ignorant of the heights of the heavens and the earth..."

   "..."

  Although he knew that Wufu was at the bottom of the chain of contempt among the major ranks, Zhao Yinshun never expected that this situation would happen now, and this guy on the other side would dare to despise him?

  Who gave you courage?

  Do you really think that there is a stream of time between you and me so I can't do anything to you? !

   Bared his teeth, Zhao Yinshun raised the [Luohu] in his hand, let go of his five fingers under Lian Yuanwei's puzzled gaze, and let it fall downwards.

  However, before the blade touched the ground, the sword condensed by Zhao Yinshun's energy and spirit melted from bottom to top, turning into endless purple-gold flames.

   "I have always been one against ten thousand, and I was crushed by the way of soldiers, but this does not mean that I have no domain..."

  Looking up, looking around at the weird ink painting world, Zhao Yinshun tapped his heart.

   "The sharpness of my heart can slay gods and demons, Sword Domain · King's Landing!"

  嗡~

Cooperating with [Heart is better than matter], the purple and gold flames all over the sky converge and condense, turning into tens of thousands of translucent swords. Taking the ground under Zhao Yinshun's feet as the origin, the dark and cold purple gold spreads like ripples, quickly eroding only There is a world of ink and wash in black and white.

   "Mythical Sword Domain?!"

   Noticing that the fierce divine sword intent was constantly attacking his domain, Lian Yuanwei's eyes widened in disbelief, and he did not know how many times he exclaimed today.

  He couldn't understand how a boy who was only eighteen years old could hone such a profound state of swordsmanship.

  Similar power, he has only seen in [Shushan] those hundreds of years old mythical sword immortals.

No!

   Even more majestic and powerful than those sword realms of sword immortals!

  In a daze, Lian Yuanwei had the illusion of facing the 【Emperor】, and an irresistible sense of despair and powerlessness welled up in his heart.

   But as soon as his mind moved, he instantly woke up from the oppression of supernatural authority, and his eyes became more dignified.

  At this point, he has already started to retreat from the bottom of his heart.

   Originally, he just thought that he would teach the vulgar martial artist a lesson. Even if he could kill a general at the sixth level, Lian Yuanwei was confident that he would be able to escape unscathed.

   Didn't expect his kendo state to be so advanced, which is enough to threaten him from the concept and rules level.

  However, before he could figure out how to retreat decently, unspeakable pain came from the divinity that had penetrated into the depths of Zhao Yinshun's soul.

  I only felt the strange resonance and vibration of the opponent's divinity, and instantly turned into an incomprehensible black hole, swallowing up all the intruding and even prying forces.

   There was a tearing pain in the soul, and Lian Yuanwei staggered for a while, and managed to stand firm.

   When he came back to his senses, the freehand and beautiful ink world around him had completely collapsed, replaced by a strange world of silence and darkness.

  In the sky, a round of evil sun was burning, but what was released was not the warm and scorching sun, but the icy cold purple flame.

  Beside it, an ominous moon shrouded in the depths of the hazy dark clouds, seeping out a gray-white moonlight full of death.

  The sun and the moon are in the sky, and countless long swords are suspended in the sky, flashing rhythmically like stars, forming a desperate back together.

  In the center of the background, a group of young men in white clothes who are snow-covered stand like kings in the void, looking down at themselves from a height.

   "A dog with a broken spine dares to bark and bark in front of this deity! It's life and death!"

   With a thought, the star-filled long sword turned its blade and pointed at the suppressed Confucianist far away.

  The next second, endless long swords pierced down, shooting towards Lian Yuanwei like raindrops, arousing dense space-time ripples all over his body.

   Observed with the naked eye, the sword condensed with energy and spirit continued to blur as it approached Lian Yuanwei, and when it was within a foot of his body, it completely melted and disintegrated, dissipating into nothingness.

However, under Zhao Yinshun's [high-dimensional vision], although the essence that constitutes the sword disintegrates, the divinity that contains the law of destruction continues to deepen, turning into an ethereal sword intent thinner than a hair, haunting Lian Yuan Difficult to move forward in the stream of time around Weiwei.

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  (end of this chapter)