Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 660 - 660 Minister Wen, Martial Marquis, Deity Investiture! (3)

Chapter 660 - 660 Minister Wen, Martial Marquis, Deity Invest.i.ture! (3)

660 Minister Wen, Martial Marquis, Deity Invest.i.ture! (3)

A saber beam tore through the entire sky, as if it wanted to cut through all the worlds.

The divine light shattered, and then several more divine lights rose.

“I have no complaints. I have come to meet Marquis Wu.”

“I, King Wujin, welcome Marquis Wu.”

“This King seeks guidance from Marquis Wu…”

…

Throughout the entire world, divine light and spiritual light intertwined.

Together, seven Divine Kings fought against Marquis Wu.

These seven Divine Kings were the true supreme experts of the No Resentment Realm. Each of them could unleash a power second only to the power of the Sages.

The strongest No Resentment Divine King, Divine King Wujin, was no weaker than the Sages.

On Yunchen Star, Huang Tingshu’s expression was solemn. All the Great Spirit on his body pressed down and protected the nine-story altar.

In the distance, the blood dragon was slowly advancing.

A green-robed Confucian stood up.

Yan Zhenqing.

Yan Zhenqing looked at Han Muye and said softly, “Muye, the Deity Invest.i.ture Altar has been built. Once my Qi and blood are woven into the Deity Roll Call, it will be time for me to confer deity t.i.tles, right?”

Han Muye nodded and looked at the blood qi dragon in the void.

Marquis Wu blocked the Divine King of the No Resentment Realm single-handedly and headed towards the Immortal Spirit World.

The Heavenly Mystic World could fight against two realms at the same time?

“Immortal Spirit Dang Wuyou greets Fellow Daoist Wen.

“Fellow Daoist, do you really want to compete with my Immortal Spirit World?”

A voice sounded from the void of s.p.a.ce.

When this voice sounded, the entire void world seemed to be in turmoil.

“Yes.”

Wen Mosheng’s voice was firm.

“Alright. Today, Dang Wuyou will welcome Fellow Daoist Wen together with all the immortal spirits.” The voice in the void sounded. Sword light flashed, and three more voices rumbled.

“Immortal Spirit Sun Youdao welcomes Fellow Daoist Wen.” Spiritual energy pervaded the air, and the Dao techniques were natural.

“I, Xuanji, await you.” The Buddhist light shone brightly, penetrating one’s heart.

“This old man is Mo Wuxie. I have brought 100,000 Demon Generals under me to see Fellow Daoist Wen.” His demonic intent was majestic, and his murderous aura surged into the sky.

Four Sages!

Sword Dao, Spirit Dao, Buddhism, and Demon Dao.

There were actually four Sage Realm cultivators in the Immortal Spirit World!

With four Peak Nascent Soul Realm experts surrounding him, could Wen Mosheng withstand them alone?

At this moment, the entire Heavenly Mystic World was silent.

Could Minister Wen and Marquis Wu hold on?

Why were they using all their strength to resist the two worlds at this moment?

Outsiders did not know, but Han Muye felt excited.

Minister Wen and Marquis Wu attacked with all their might in order to attract all the power and buy enough s.p.a.ce and time for the Deity Invest.i.ture here.

In their opinion, conferring deities was a great plan to turn defeat into victory.

Since that was the case, he would take a gamble!

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye flew up.

Facing the blood qi dragon that was charging towards the No Resentment Realm, Han Muye’s body emitted boundless sword light.

In his Qi Sea, the long sword that had condensed countless sword intent suddenly dispersed.

The sword light scattered and turned into countless sword threads.

Each sword thread was a sword intent.

The sword intent crashed into the blood and Qi dragon, and sword threads penetrated it.

A sword thread drew a stream of Qi and blood.

At this moment, a blood-red sky appeared in front of Han Muye.

His sword threads were like fine raindrops. .h.i.tting the ground in front of the sky.

The power of the Sword Dao was too weak in front of the billions of Qi and blood.

Han Muye’s face turned pale.

The power of the blood dragon was too powerful for him to split.

Not to mention him, even a Sage would have to dodge in front of this dragon.

But he couldn’t avoid it.

He wanted to turn this blood dragon into the Deity Roll Call.

His eyes lit up, and Han Muye clasped his hands.

Above his head, a long-robed shadow with large sleeves appeared.

At this moment, the divine soul sword in his divine treasure turned into long golden needles that pierced out directly, drawing endless sword intent and sword threads. They rushed into the blood qi dragon and shuttled continuously.

“Beat it up and use your troops enthusiastically.” The phantom behind Han Muye shouted. The blood qi dragon trembled, and the phantom of a military formation appeared.

“Running amok for tens of thousands of miles, through mountains and rivers.”

Qi and blood formed a forest and surged forward.

“I will break the enemy, live or die.”

All his Qi and blood had condensed into one, and the golden needles guided the sword threads to interweave.

“Who says there are no clothes? I wear the same battle robes with you.

“Who says there are no clothes? I share the same hatred with you.”

“Who says there are no clothes? I go into battle with you.”

The figure in the tall crown and robe shouted. The long golden needles guided the sword threads and pierced through the blood dragon, turning it into a 100,000-mile-long brocade.

In the distance, Marquis Wu, who was surrounded by the No Resentment Realm Deity Kings, let out a long laugh. The Qi and blood in his body turned into streams of light and crashed into the brocade.

“Boom!”

Behind the brocade, three mysterious and ancient words appeared.

‘Deity Roll Call’!

As soon as the Deity Roll Call was completed, Han Muye’s entire body trembled. It was as if his muscles and bones had been pulled out, and he fell into the void below.

The moment the Deity Roll Call was completed, the void trembled and countless remnant souls appeared.

These remnant souls howled and collided with the brocade.

However, spiritual light flickered on the brocade, scattering all the remnant souls.

“Draw the power of heaven and earth and transform it into an innate treasure!”

“What treasure is this?”

Exclamations sounded in the air.

Innate treasure.

This brocade was woven from pure Qi and blood, and its power was pure. It was on the same level as the treasures produced when the world was first created.

Even a Sage would covet such a treasure.

The moment the brocade appeared, several phantoms rushed over from the void.

On Yunchen Star, Yan Zhenqing, who was standing in front of the Deity Invest.i.ture Altar, raised his hand gently, and an ink brush gathered in his palm.

He slowly walked forward and stepped onto the nine-story altar.

His figure fused with the nine-story altar, and his cultivation instantly activated the power of the altar.

At this moment, Yan Zhenqing’s power fused with the Deity Invest.i.ture Altar.

Huang Tingshu, who was standing not far away, sighed softly.

From now on, this Confucian cultivator would be entangled with this Divine Dao for eternity.

He did not know if this choice was a blessing or a curse.

“Brother Yan, please confer a deity…”

In the void, Qin Suyang took a step forward. He held a body in one hand and magnificent divinity in the other.

The divinity of a Divine King was extracted by him!

The extracted divinity was shattered by Qin Suyang and turned into golden ink. Yan Zhenqing gently raised the ink brush and dipped it in the ink. He raised the brush and wrote.

“In the 13th year of the Heavenly Mystic Phoenix Cry, the great cultivator He Shaosheng fought against the demons from 30 realms away and died. Today, he gathered his remnant soul and was conferred the position of a deity. He controlled a region and became the orthodox deity of heaven and earth.”

As the ink brush landed, a thin old man in a green robe appeared.

The old man was at a loss at first. Then he bowed to Wen Mosheng and floated onto the Deity Roll Call.

“Boom!”

At this moment, the lightning between the heavens and earth formed into countless phantoms.

Countless divine lights gathered on the Deity Roll Call. The thin phantom turned into a dignified old man in a golden robe and stood on the Deity Roll Call.

Below, Han Muye opened his eyes in surprise.

Karma!

Reincarnation!

After exhausting his sword will and soul power, he felt the boundless power from the Deity Roll Call. The power involved made him happy.

This was the fusion of one’s own karma, but it had the power of reincarnation and life and death!