My Cultivation Starting from Archery Chapter 865 - 258: Does Longqing Dare to Die?

A spectacular collapse.

Unfolding grandly on the ancient battleground of the wilderness.

Strange celestial phenona, a bandit star falls.

Amidst mountains of blood-red descending from the heavens, shattering the heavenly pillars and grinding countless comrades into pulp, the ntal defense of a million soldiers collapses completely.

The sound of weapons breaking and armor falling to the ground, mixed with the thunderous roar and the crashing of falling stars, churned the landscape into upheaval, as if the heavens and earth were crumbling.

Led by white robes and white horses, twenty thousand cavalry also charged into the enemy army, amidst countless falling bloody fragnts, in chaos.

Nearly a hundred leagues away in Kunyang City, the eighty thousand soldiers stationed there charged out frantically, with eyes blood-red, entering a berserk state.

The Imperial Army’s formations were in chaotic disarray, trampling over one another, their minds filled with only "our army has been defeated," seeing only the image of heavenly punishnt from falling stars in the wilderness, with not a shred of resistance, nor would they obey any command, all just fleeing for their lives like startled birds and beasts.

Though the enemy was vast, the battlefield of the Fei River was now a one-sided massacre...

In the midst of the chaos.

Lu Ji raised his hand and a massive altar descended from the heavens; he tread upon Incense Fire Magical Artifact, surrounded by hazy Purple Energy, swinging the sharp Heavenly Halberd to continually reap the lives of the enemy army.

Behind this robust figure, a twisted shrine faintly appeared, then transford into purple light pouring over his head, warping his features, with pupils void of any self-awareness.

"Boss?!"

Nie Yuan, who was initially wreaking havoc everywhere, saw this scene and his expression turned heavy, commanding the soldiers of Xuanwu Camp, "Scatter! General Lu is possessed, stay away from him!"

"This is..."

Dan Liangcheng, leading two fellow cultivators, quickly recognized the scene before him, "The Evil God Path?!"

"How many people has he killed?"

The fellow cultivator marveled endlessly.

This person’s Incense Fire Divine Dao cultivation had long reached the critical point of suppression from heaven and earth, yet he was deliberately suppressing his breakthrough.

"It’s no use, the person is ruined."

Dan Liangcheng said with pity, "Eager to improve cultivation, he has sold himself entirely to the Evil God, the best outco is rely becoming a puppet believer of the Evil God.

"Let’s go, before he satisfies his bloodlust, he won’t distinguish between friend and foe, there’s no need to fight him desperately."

However, it was too late.

Lu Ji on the ground suddenly looked up at the sky, his pupils resembling that of a long-starved fierce beast spotting fresh blood al, he leapt up holding his weapon.

Dan Liangcheng and others had no escape, and could only fight for their lives together.

"..."

Not far away.

Sima Yao, with a wolf’s head on a human body, slashed with a blade while using claws to kill, even biting people’s heads apart in a mont of frenzy.

"Demon, a demon!"

"Heavenly punishnt!"

"..."

Amid various chaotic images overlapping, the Imperial Army no longer possessed the power to turn the tide, collapsing like a mountain falling until utterly defeated.

Yet in this once-in-a-millennium chaotic battleground, by the banks of the Fei River, there was a particularly quiet area.

Under a curtain of bloody rain, three figures stood in a triangular formation.

One wore white robes on a white horse, holding a long spear.

Another shouldered a broad sword, standing on a mountain of corpses.

A third stood on an immortal crane, suspended in mid-air.

On the battlefield filled with lanting wails, the torrents of millions of enemy and friendly cavalry distinctly bypassed the three, as if they were towering peaks standing firm amidst the vast waters, dividing the expansive currents.

The three stood in silent confrontation, as if everything in the world paused still in this mont, transforming into an ink painting.

Not until over ten breaths later did this scroll’s imagery finally start to move.

"Buzz——"

Without any excess words, the Netherworld Broadsword struck first.

The Ling Family’s Ancestor, Ling Kui’s long-accumulated power erupted vehently, having already surged forward dozens of feet sohow, his form seed to gain the might of a tiger with wings during his sprint.

Inside, the sixteen Jing Shen awoke successively, catalyzing the contained spiritual power through complex ridian operations into imnse true power, directing it to the sword’s edge, the Netherworld Broadsword initially dragging on the ground, enveloped by the extre Nether River True Power and the compressed to the utmost and instantaneously erupting Sword Dao True Intent intermingled, from the rain-saturated thick earth, rose a black crescent moon with a thunderous roar.

A blur in sight.

As if in the midst of the vast bloody stars, another Black Tide Moon descended from the heavens, shrouding and plumting down the sky.

Amidst the mud and filth, the white robe let the torrential rain fall upon his body, yet no matter how large the raindrops, they evaporated instantly, turning into a teal mist rising, as if within his body an illuminating sun was gradually rising.

The Brain God, nad Jue Yuanzi, styled Dao Du, asures one inch one fen, in white robes;

The Hair God, nad Xuanfuhua, styled Dao Heng, asures two inches one fen, in black robes;

...

The right kidney god, nad Xiang Tawu, styled Dao Yu, asures three inches five fen, in robes white or black.

The Spleen God, nad Bao Yuanquan, styled Dao Qian, asures seven inches three fen, in pure yellow!!!

One after another spirit light suddenly unleashed.

Until the last of the Central Eight Scenic Gods, Bao Yuanquan, awoke, the upper and middle two divisions of sixteen Jing Shen fully integrated, with layers upon layers of true power stacking infinitely, reaching the True Power Middle Stage!

"Fire Elent——"

"Boom——"

On the Silver Spear.

The firelight suddenly ignited.

A magnificent blazing sun of Qianyao unexpectedly rose from the muddy earth, clashing mightily with the falling black moon from above, the two vast and imnse true powers entwined and slaughtered each other, creating a tumultuous storm in the downpour, layers of mud waves surged up, the area within a hundred feet trembled violently, with twisted storms surging and rolling, buried armor and weapons in the muddy pools were uprooted, forming a tornado around them.