Chapter 1100: Chapter 511: Hear the Dragon’s Roar, Long Live the King! (Part 3)
The deity roars in anger.
Because its Ancient Divine Language was forcefully interrupted!
All heaven and earth are filled with violent Dragon Roars!
The imposing Ancient Dragon lurks in the deepest clouds, its Dragon Roar seemingly pierces through the river of ti, disrupting the concept of Karma, plunging the world into chaotic Hell.
The torrential rain obliterates, mist dissipates into the Void, waterfall-like blood is devoured by twisted ti and space.
This is the Ancient Divine Language of the Candle Dragon Venerable.
The power to disrupt Karma.
The duel between the two gods was perfectly balanced, but now a decisive shift occurs.
The Nine-headed Bird wails in fury, its heart suddenly shatters, pierced by a devastating bloody hole, its entire body cracked open to the bone, clearly suffering heavy blows.
Within Candle Dragon’s blood-red vertical pupils, a black-haired youth coldly stares, maintaining that strange hand seal.
This is the opportune mont for victory.
Candle Dragon roars aloud, its vigorous body bursts through the clouds like a teor, leaving lightning-like shocking scars, crashing down with a devastating force into the grotesque creature.
The torrential rain evaporates into mist.
The thunder is swallowed by the great roar of atmospheric friction.
The Ancient Dragon’s body also breaks apart with friction, blood-red Dragon Scales fall piece by piece, bones crack explosively.
Its vertical pupils, shimring with scorching electric light, blaze to the utmost, reflecting a seemingly burning youth.
At this mont, the Nine-headed Bird’s monstrous form is once again engulfed by vermillion flas, and the clear Phoenix call echoes through heaven and earth, a faint silhouette of a Wutong tree rises behind it, with myriad birds circling and soaring skyward!
Here cos the Authority of the Vermilion Bird Venerate!
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Gu Jianlin’s shadow trembles violently, as the main body’s injuries are too severe, the avatar cannot sustain.
Even as the sky flashes and thunders, the terrifying sound of monster collisions feels like the advent of the world’s end, yet he remains unmoved, softly reciting ancient Buddhist scriptures: "Like a single lamp entering a dark room; after a hundred thousand years of darkness, it can all be broken through. The Bodhisattva Mahasattva Bodhi Mind Lamp is also like this."
Brilliant light crosses the sky, illuminating his calm profile.
Xia Zhi ignores him, continually gazing skyward, excitedly clenching her fists: "It’s going to win, it’s going to win! Co on, Sky Splitting, strike down that monster bird, finish it off!"
This girl, not knowing the gods’ factions in battle, only chose the support based on looks.
However, inexplicably, when the supposed victorious Candle Dragon crashed into the endless flas, it roared furiously, amidst imasurable thunder and lightning, golden blood spilled down!
That’s Dragon Blood!
The taste of Dragon Blood floats in the wind and rain!
Rumble.
Thunder resounded again.
It was the terrifying sound when a crimson teor falls from the sky.
The Nine-headed Bird bathes in fierce flas, seemingly reborn, while the domineering Candle Dragon plumts!
Gu Jianlin sits cross-legged on the dhamma mat, shaking violently.
Xia Zhi turns around, suddenly stunned.
Because on the rain-covered mountains behind, believers wearing sacrificial robes walk from rugged paths, chanting ancient sacrificial hymns, advancing with the utmost reverence, black shadows densely appear in the forest, like souls from Hell, opening up, swarming out.
In the wind and rain, their numbers are as many as grains of sand by the sea.
This scene is like citizens from All Nations, coming to pay homage to their king.
Accompanied by the fierce vibrations of the mountain, golden Array Patterns spread like spider webs, extinguished candle flas relight, ancient Buddhist statues seem to awaken from slumber, opening their sorrowful and compassionate eyes.
Endless Light shines in the Zen Temple, casting Gu Jianlin’s figure as if a God.
At this mont, the believers remove their hoods, letting the rain wash their devout faces, using daggers to cut their own wrist veins, letting blood flow into the golden Array Patterns, kneeling and loudly proclaiming:
"Long live our king... long live forever!"
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