e-booksonline Chapter 592 Nuwa Descends!
Chapter 592 Nuwa Descends!
Right before his eyes in shock.
Chen Changsheng, whose eyes had been lifeless and who looked like a dead man, suddenly twitched his eyelids.
Then, he slowly raised his head, a mocking smile curving his lips, and looked at Lu Ya, saying each word clearly:
"this one?"
"Your baby doesn't seem to be very obedient."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth.
"puff!"
A beam of white light, enveloped in purple lightning, was forcefully spat out of his mouth!
The white light circled in the air, attempting to fly back towards Lu Ya's direction.
"Trying to leave?"
Chen Changsheng sneered, and with a wave of his hand, the God-Slaying Spear, carrying endless killing intent, struck the white light fiercely, even though it was launched later!
"clang!"
A clear, metallic clang resounded through the sky!
The white beam of light was knocked away by the God-Slaying Spear, tumbling in the air, its radiance dimming slightly.
"puff!"
Lu Ya, who was in the distance, was struck as if by lightning. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden blood, and his face turned deathly pale!
"You...you actually managed to hurt my baby!"
Lu Ya clutched his chest, his eyes filled with horror and rage as he stared intently at Chen Changsheng.
He couldn't believe what he saw.
The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, the invincible Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, was actually forced out of someone's body!
Not only that, the other party also used that black gun to strike the body of the throwing knife, causing him to suffer mental trauma and vomit blood on the spot!
How is that possible?
In the primordial world, how could anyone withstand the deadly attack of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife?
This completely overturned his understanding!
"Injure it? No, my goal is to completely destroy it!"
Chen Changsheng sneered, giving Lu Ya no chance to catch his breath.
He knew very well that the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, such a powerful weapon, absolutely could not be allowed to return to Lu Ya's hands.
Today, it's either you or me who dies!
"Come here!"
Chen Changsheng took a step forward, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot. The next second, he appeared next to the white light that had been swatted away.
The God-Slaying Spear in his hand erupted with an unprecedentedly terrifying killing intent. The black spear light, like a death scythe from the deepest hell, transformed into an impenetrable net, enveloping the white light!
He's going to forcibly seize the treasure!
"You brat! How dare you!"
Lu Ya was both shocked and furious. He was connected to the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife and could naturally sense the fear and plea for help emanating from it.
How could he possibly tolerate his most precious treasure being taken away by someone else?
"The true fire of the sun will burn away the eight directions!"
Lu Ya roared, and endless golden flames suddenly erupted from his body!
This is his true innate divine power as the Golden Crow Prince!
The golden sun's true fire is domineering and unparalleled; its temperature is high enough to burn mountains, boil seas, and melt everything.
The flames transformed into a gigantic three-legged golden crow phantom. With a flap of its wings, it traversed the distance of space, carrying the power to incinerate everything, and pounced towards Chen Changsheng, attempting to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao!
"A trivial skill!"
Chen Changsheng didn't turn his head, but just snorted coldly.
"Zhurong!"
With a thought, a towering figure of a fire god once again appeared behind him!
It was none other than Zhurong, the ancestral god of fire!
"roar!"
Zhu Rong's enormous beast head looked at the approaching three-legged golden crow phantom with disdain and savagery in its eyes.
As someone who also plays with fire, how dare you, a mere little bird, be so presumptuous in front of the Ancestral Witch?
Zhu Rong opened his huge mouth and took a deep breath!
A huge vortex of fire formed in his mouth.
The three-legged golden crow, formed from the true fire of the sun, let out a mournful cry. It was helplessly pulled by that terrifying suction force, rapidly shrinking until it turned into a golden stream of fire, which was swallowed up by Zhu Rong!
After swallowing it, Zhu Rong let out a burp, still feeling unsatisfied, and exhaled a scorching wave of air.
"puff!"
Lu Ya spat out another mouthful of blood, his face turning even paler.
His life-force fire was actually swallowed up by the other party?
"Ancestral Witch! This is the body of an Ancestral Witch!"
Lu Ya finally recognized Zhu Rong's origins, his eyes revealing deep-seated hatred and a trace of fear.
The Witch Clan!
They are the mortal enemies of their demon race!
My father, Emperor Jun, perished in the self-destruction of the Twelve Ancestral Witches!
He just couldn't understand how Chen Changsheng could possibly possess a true ancestral witch incarnation.
In the instant Lu Ya was shocked and lost in thought, Chen Changsheng had already obtained the results.
"Buzzing!"
The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife struggled against the deadly net laid by the God-Slaying Spear, but it was unable to escape.
The God-Slaying Spear was a demonic weapon of the Demon Ancestor Rahu, and its murderous aura naturally suppressed all living beings. While the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife is strange, it is essentially also a magical weapon for killing.
It was completely suppressed by the God-Slaying Spear, which was of a higher grade and had a stronger killing intent.
"receive!"
Chen Changsheng shouted, and the net of guns suddenly contracted, trapping the white light tightly.
Then, he brought out the Chaos Gourd that he had obtained from Buzhou Mountain!
The gourd's mouth was aimed at the trapped Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, and a powerful devouring force erupted!
"No!"
Lu Ya let out a shrill scream as he watched helplessly as his Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife was sucked into the gray gourd along with the black spear net.
With a "bang," the gourd lid closed automatically, completely severing his last connection with the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife.
The most precious treasure has been stolen!
"Aaaaah! Chen Changsheng! I will never forgive you!"
Lu Ya appeared to be insane, his eyes turning bloodshot.
The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife was his foundation and his greatest reliance. Now that it had been taken away, it was even more painful than being killed!
He's completely gone mad!
"die!"
Lu Ya's figure vanished instantly, and the next moment, he appeared in front of Chen Changsheng.
He actually wanted to engage in close-quarters combat with Chen Changsheng!
His claws transformed into indestructible golden claws, burning with raging solar fire, carrying the power to tear through space, and fiercely clawed towards Chen Changsheng's heart!
"court death!"
Chen Changsheng looked at Lu Ya rushing towards him, his eyes filled with pity.
Engaging in close combat with a Heavenly Lord of the Jie Sect who has cultivated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique?
You probably don't even know how to write the word "death"!
Chen Changsheng didn't even bother using the Ancestral Witch Incarnation. He put away the Chaos Gourd, held the God-Slaying Spear, and instead of retreating, he advanced to meet Lu Ya's sharp claws, thrusting the spear forward!
This shot was unremarkable, lacking both dazzling special effects and earth-shattering momentum.
Yes, it is, but it is a return to simplicity, an extreme speed, and an endless killing intent condensed to the extreme!
The Thunder Emperor's Treasure Technique - The Thunder Emperor's Finger!
However, this time he used the God-Slaying Spear!
puff!
A dull thud as a sharp blade pierced flesh.
Lu Ya's golden claws, capable of tearing apart a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, were pierced by the terrifying killing aura the moment they touched the tip of the God-Slaying Spear!
The black spear tip, with unstoppable force, pierced through his claws, pierced through his arm, and finally, stabbed fiercely into his shoulder!
One shot, through the shoulder!
"Well……"
All of Lu Ya's movements came to an abrupt halt at this moment.
He looked down, staring incredulously at the black spearhead that had pierced through his shoulder, still dripping with golden blood, his eyes filled with bewilderment and pain.
He...lost?
Such a complete and utter defeat?
From the moment he unleashed the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife to Chen Changsheng seizing his treasure, and then being severely wounded by a single spear thrust, the entire process was so fast it was dazzling.
Guang Chengzi, Maitreya Buddha, and the others present were completely dumbfounded.
Their brains were no longer able to process what was happening before their eyes.
Lu Ya, the arrogant and domineering demon prince who was able to defeat everything upon his arrival, was crippled by Chen Changsheng just like that?
"I've said it before, times have changed."
Chen Changsheng gripped the God-Slaying Spear, and the spear trembled!
"Bang!"
A violent killing force erupted within Lu Ya's body, blasting his entire arm into a cloud of blood mist!
"what!"
Lu Ya let out a shrill scream, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the chaotic air currents in the distance, his life hanging in the balance.
Holding the blood-dripping God-Slaying Spear, Chen Changsheng walked step by step toward the direction where Lu Ya had fallen.
He has no intention of leaving this menace behind.
Today, this last prince of the demon race must die!
As Chen Changsheng, wielding the God-Slaying Spear, walked step by step toward Lu Ya, whose fate was unknown, the undisguised, chilling killing intent made all the survivors present feel suffocated.
He's really going to kill him!
He's going to kill Di Jun's only bloodline!
Guang Chengzi lay on the ground, too weak to even move a finger, but as he looked at Chen Changsheng's back, his eyes, besides fear, also showed a hint of pleasure.
Kill him! Kill him now!
Killing this demon prince will create a huge problem!
The karma of the demon race is not something to be easily entangled in.
The sage standing behind them will definitely not stand idly by!
Then we'll see how you, Chen Changsheng, manage to clean up this mess!
Maitreya Buddha also lowered his head, looking down at his nose and then into his heart, as if he were in deep meditation. However, his slightly trembling prayer beads revealed his inner turmoil.
Kill them all! Kill them all!
Killing Lu Ya created an irreconcilable blood feud between the Jie Sect and the demon race.
This is an incredible boon for their Western religion!
When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman profits!
Only those few demon saints trapped in the Weak Water Cage were truly terrified and their souls were trembling with fear.
"Stop! Chen Changsheng, how dare you!"
"His Highness the Crown Prince is the last hope of our demon race! If you kill him, our demon race will be locked in a life-or-death struggle with you and your Jie Sect!"
"Please! Spare His Highness the Crown Prince! We're willing to pay any price!"
Their voices went from frantic roars to desperate pleas, filled with despair.
However, Chen Changsheng ignored their voices.
A fight to the death?
From the moment Lu Ya harbored murderous intent towards him and unleashed the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, their fate was sealed.
As for the threat from the demon race?
Chen Changsheng is least afraid of threats!
He quickly arrived at the spot where Lu Ya had crashed.
This once arrogant demon prince was now in utter misery.
One of his arms was completely blown off, and there was a gaping hole in his shoulder from front to back, from which golden blood was constantly flowing. A large part of his chest had also caved in, clearly indicating that he had suffered extremely severe internal injuries.
He had already fainted, his breath extremely weak, only the powerful life essence belonging to the Golden Crow was still supporting him so that he did not die on the spot.
Chen Changsheng's eyes were cold, showing no pity whatsoever.
He slowly raised the God-Slaying Spear in his hand, the tip of the spear aimed at Lu Ya's brow.
With just this one shot, the incredibly mysterious Daoist Lu Ya from the primordial world will be forced to exit the stage of history prematurely.
"Farewell, Your Highness."
Chen Changsheng muttered something under his breath, and was about to exert force with his wrist!
However, at this critical moment!
A sigh filled with helplessness and majesty suddenly resounded throughout the chaotic space.
"well……"
The sound seemed to come from beyond the heavens, yet it also seemed to be ringing in everyone's ears.
The moment the sound rang out, a terrifying pressure, supreme and beyond all laws of heaven and earth, and above all living beings, descended instantly!
Under this oppressive force, the chaotic air currents stopped, the violent earth, water, fire and wind subsided, and even the unruly God-Slaying Spear in Chen Changsheng's hand let out a mournful cry of unwillingness, and the killing aura on the spear was forcibly suppressed.
Chen Changsheng's gun-raising gesture suddenly froze in mid-air.
He felt as if he were being suppressed by an invisible world. Not to mention thrusting out the spear, even moving a finger became extremely difficult.
"saint!"
Chen Changsheng was shocked. He clenched his teeth and squeezed out those two words.
Only the presence of a sage could create such terrifying pressure!
who is it?
Is it Yuanshi Tianzun? Or the Two Sages of the West?
wrong!
This aura, though majestic and vast, contained within it a trace of the vitality that creates all things, and a kind of maternal compassion that governs the world.
is her!
Goddess Nuwa!
Chen Changsheng instantly identified the person who had arrived.
Why did you have to come just when I was about to kill you?
Are you watching the show at the perfect moment?
With that sigh, a seven-colored ray of light descended from the void, coalescing into a blurry yet breathtakingly beautiful figure of a woman in palace attire.
She couldn't see her face clearly, but even just her outline was enough to make the world lose its color and the sun and moon lose their light.
She simply stood there quietly, and she became the center of the entire world.
"Greetings, Goddess Nuwa! May the Sage live ten thousand years!"
Guang Chengzi, Maitreya Buddha, and all the great demons were moved to tears the moment they saw this figure. Ignoring their injuries, they tried their best to kneel and pay homage.
saint!
They actually witnessed the dharma body of a saint descending!
"Get up, everyone."
Nuwa's voice rang out again, and a gentle force lifted everyone up.
Her gaze finally settled on Chen Changsheng, who was still holding his gun and looking displeased.
"Chen Changsheng," Nuwa's voice was devoid of emotion, "you cannot kill him."
Why?
Despite the terrifying pressure from the saint, Chen Changsheng replied stiffly.
Even though the other party is a saint, I am in the right.
Nuwa seemed surprised that Chen Changsheng dared to speak to her like that. After a moment of silence, she slowly said:
"He is the only bloodline of Di Jun, and the last royal descendant of the ancient demon race."
"Although I am a saint of the demon race, I was unable to protect them during the great calamity of the Lich King. Now, only this last trace of bloodline remains, and I cannot allow it to die out as well."
Her voice carried a hint of guilt and weariness.