Xiao Wenbing's face twitched slightly as he asked, "Are you the Dark God?"
"You are the Dark God..." The giant's furious roar echoed through the heavens and earth: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"We are here to destroy the Ancestor of Dark Gods and protect the Three Realms," Xiao Wenbing said with righteous indignation.
"Destroy the Ancestor of the Dark Gods?" The giant laughed maniacally, as if he had heard the funniest joke. "You actually say you've come to destroy the Ancestor of the Dark Gods?" His eyes suddenly widened, and he roared, "You destroyed the Demon-Suppressing Altar, and the Ancestor of the Dark Gods is about to escape! You bunch of idiots..."
"You...aren't you the Ancestor of the Dark Gods?" Xiao Wenbing asked with a bitter face.
"I am Thor's servant, here to guard the Demon-Suppressing Altar. You lot..." The giant suddenly stopped. He stared in horror at the pile of rubble beneath him.
There, a chilling aura was gradually intensifying.
Volume 23, Chapter 33: The Turtle God Reappears
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Xiao Wenbing's gaze swept across everyone's faces. The giant snake felt a chill and shrank back behind Queenie.
"Wenbing, hurry up and prepare to meet the enemy," Zhang Yaqi whispered.
Xiao Wenbing felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that now was not the time to pursue the matter. So he stepped forward and grabbed the giant, stuffing a large peach into his only remaining hand and casually tossing it into Zhang Yaqi's barrier.
Just as the giant was about to shout, he suddenly saw what was in his hand and froze for a moment. He glanced at Xiao Wenbing with a rather complicated expression, then swallowed the peach and went to meditate and regulate his breathing.
"Everyone, get ready," Xiao Wenbing ordered loudly.
Everyone was on high alert, carefully watching the pile of rubble where the yin energy was growing stronger.
Zhang Yaqi gently patted the Qiankun Ring, and the multicolored light grew even brighter. The moment she opened her divine domain, she merged with the spirits of the five elements and absorbed these fifty thousand deities into her divine domain.
Only in this way can so many people be squeezed together without feeling crowded.
"boom……"
With a deafening roar, rubble shot into the sky, filling the air with dust and debris, which, along with immense force, swept outwards.
However, the people inside the Five Elements Barrier remained completely unmoved, their divine senses firmly locking onto that one point of shadow at the center.
"beat."
Someone shouted, and the fifty thousand men launched another all-out attack.
The thick shadow let out a sharp, mournful cry, and then, under countless powerful blows, shattered into countless pieces and vanished completely.
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. Was this the Ancestor of the Dark Gods? Had he been so easily destroyed?
At that very moment, an even more powerful wave of chilling energy surged from the pile of rubble. However, this energy condensed a hundred times faster than the previous one. Almost the instant everyone noticed it, it had already solidified into a solid mass.
Then, a powerful killing intent rushed over and slammed into the Five Elements Barrier.
Although they were protected by the barrier, a trace of this murderous aura still managed to infiltrate them. In an instant, everyone felt a chill run down their spines, their hearts pounding with fear. Even the thought of turning and fleeing arose involuntarily.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Xiao Wenbing pointed his finger, and a bright light shone in the air. Three thousand points of light pierced towards the newly appeared shadow.
The shadowy figure nonchalantly accepted the three thousand points of light, letting out an extremely unpleasant, maniacal laugh.
"The Ancestor of the Dark Gods?" Xiao Wenbing looked at the shadow gradually coalescing into a human shape and said, word by word.
"Haha..." The shadow trembled and shouted, "After being trapped for countless years, you've finally escaped." He glanced around and said, "You are not bad. Become my disciples."
"Disciple?" Xiao Wenbing was greatly surprised, his expression changing again as he asked, "Aren't you the Dark God? How could you possess intelligence?"
The Ancestor of Dark Gods snorted coldly and said, "Who says Dark Gods can't possess wisdom? It's just that you juniors are short-sighted." He glanced coldly at the crowd and said, "You are not bad. If you were to become my disciples, I might spare your lives."
Xiao Wenbing pointed at him and asked suspiciously, "Senior, you are only one person, but we have tens of thousands of people."
"Tens of thousands?" The Ancestor of Dark Gods laughed several times and said, "You juniors are nothing but ants in my eyes."
As his booming voice carried far and wide, a powerful, world-destroying force gradually emanated from him, thickening around Xiao Wenbing, and a dense aura of darkness enveloped him layer by layer.
Xiao Wenbing's face turned pale. He suddenly shouted, "Senior, spare my life!"
His legs were trembling uncontrollably, and he was about to kneel down.
The Ancestor of Dark Gods laughed loudly and said, "Fine, I'll spare your life. Hand over your three thousand divine swords."
"Yes, Your Excellency obeys." Xiao Wenbing waved his hand, and the three thousand divine swords transformed into a rainbow, piercing towards the Ancestor of Dark Gods.
A disdainful sneer appeared on his face, and the Ancestor of Dark Gods waved his hand slightly, causing the three thousand points of light in the air to stop abruptly. He was about to use his methods to subdue them when he suddenly sensed something amiss behind him; an incredibly powerful force had already approached his body.
Under Feng Baiyi's command, the 50,000 men once again gathered all their strength and launched a third wave of attack.
The Ancestor of Dark Gods frowned. If this power were at its peak, it wouldn't necessarily be a threat to him, even though it was formidable. However, things were different now. He had been suppressed for countless years, and his cultivation was reduced to only about 30%. That's why he coveted the three thousand divine swords in Xiao Wenbing's hands.
However, he had not yet obtained the divine sword, and he dared not fight head-on against the combined attack of 50,000 men.
With a swift movement, he narrowly dodged the attack. But then, a sudden flash of light appeared before his eyes, and the three thousand points of light that had been suspended in the air suddenly emitted ten thousand rays of light. They then coalesced into one and pierced towards him.
The lightsaber was too fast; the moment he noticed something was wrong, it had already pierced his heart.
"Aww..."
A shrill scream came from the mouth of the Ancestor of Dark Gods. His face was contorted with rage as he faced Xiao Wenbing and said hatefully, "You have more than three thousand divine swords."
"Yes," Xiao Wenbing said innocently, "I have five thousand divine swords, of course not just three thousand..."
Thick plumes of black smoke slowly rose from the chest of the Ancestor of Dark Gods. He roared, "Five thousand! Good! They're all mine!" With a flick of his wrist, the five thousand points of light solidified again. He grinned maliciously, "With these five thousand divine swords, I can roam freely throughout the Three Realms! Hahaha..."
Before his laughter subsided, a bolt of lightning struck down, abruptly silencing him.
An even denser black aura emanated from his body, blocking Feng Baiyi's lightning strike. His dark eyes looked at Feng Baiyi, a hint of fear in them: "Heavenly Thunder... just who are you?"
Feng Baiyi bowed slightly to him and said, "This junior is the successor of Heavenly Thunder."
"Successors of Heavenly Thunder?" The Ancestor of Dark Gods slowly swept his gaze over the Five Elements Barrier enveloping them and the five thousand points of light in the air, and sneered, "I didn't expect that the three strongest beings in the God Realm would have successors. Hmph... But you are still not qualified."
Feng Baiyi smiled slightly and slowly reached out her hand, where a ball of white lightning pulsed violently.
The Ancestor of Dark Gods immediately focused all his attention on it. Although he spoke boastfully, in reality, he dared not be the slightest bit careless.
As the ball of light in Feng Baiyi's hand grew larger and larger, the Dark God Ancestor's expression became increasingly solemn. Suddenly, he sensed something unusual behind him. A wisp of his divine sense split off and saw that the five thousand divine swords, which he had fixed with his dark power, had once again coalesced into one. The light emanating from them was dazzling, and the power they displayed was dozens of times greater than before.
Oh no. We've been tricked...
The moment this thought crossed his mind, eight thousand divine swords had already pierced countless holes in his body.
The black humanoid figures had just dispersed when a thunderous roar erupted. Eight thousand divine swords had coalesced into a ball of light and exploded with a deafening boom.
"Boom..."
The ground beneath their feet seemed to tremble slightly. Then, all traces vanished from the sky. Black smoke dispersed, filling the entire space.
Xiao Wenbing flicked his wrist, producing a jade gourd. He uncapped it and shouted, "Collect..."
A powerful suction force was emitted, drawing in a significant amount of the dark energy surrounding it.
Almost simultaneously, within the multicolored light shield, over a hundred deities possessing special magical artifacts simultaneously drew out their artifacts. Using different methods, they absorbed the black mist drifting in the air into their artifacts.
However, they moved very carefully and dared not inhale too much. The amount inhaled by more than a hundred people combined was even less than that inhaled by Xiao Wenbing alone.
Feng Baiyi waved her hands, and the Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword appeared in her slender hands, instantly transforming into a large, black sphere. This sphere, like a bottomless black hole, sucked in the large amount of black smoke around her.
Zhang Yaqi was equally formidable, unleashing countless rays of colorful light from her Qiankun Ring. Each ray of light was followed by a wisp of black energy. Although this black energy seemed to possess intelligence and struggled desperately, thanks to the efforts of Xiao Wenbing and the others, nearly half of it was swept away.
However, only half of it remained, because the remaining black energy had re-condensed and transformed into a Dark God Ancestor.
Xiao Wenbing was secretly alarmed. This old fellow was indeed not an easy person to deal with. Even at this point, he still could not eliminate him.
The Eight Thousand Divine Swords were already the most powerful technique he could muster. However, even such immense power was insufficient to destroy the Ancestor of the Dark Gods, so Xiao Wenbing and the others were truly powerless.
Fortunately, while the demon was being smashed to pieces, they absorbed about half of his energy, leaving him in a state of extreme weakness.
At this point, with the eight thousand divine swords in Xiao Wenbing's hands and the help of Zhang and Feng, even if they still couldn't kill him, they would definitely not be at a disadvantage.
As expected, after revealing his true form, the Ancestor of Dark Gods did not immediately retaliate. Instead, he looked at Xiao Wenbing with a venomous expression and gritted his teeth, saying, "Didn't you say there were only five thousand divine swords? How did it become eight thousand?"
Xiao Wenbing shrugged helplessly and said, "Senior, how can you be so naive? You even believe what the enemy says?"
The Ancestor of Dark Gods nearly spat out a mouthful of black blood, pointed at Xiao Wenbing, and said, "You...you, you are despicable and shameless, what kind of god are you?"
Although the ancient gods were not entirely virtuous, each one of them was a person of absolute authority. How could they be like Xiao Wenbing, who spoke carelessly and deliberately deceived people?
Xiao Wenbing slowly suppressed his smile and said, "Senior is right. I will speak frankly. After many years of secluded cultivation, I have forged ten thousand divine swords. Please give me your guidance."
The Dark God Ancestor's expression immediately became extremely interesting. Clearly, he knew very well the power of the ten thousand divine swords.
"You...you really forged ten thousand divine swords?"
With an inscrutable smile on his face, Xiao Wenbing slowly directed the flying swords in the air, making them strike various poses.
The Ancestor of Dark Gods took a deep breath. Although he had been suppressed for many years and suffered a great loss upon his release, his rationality remained. He knew that if Xiao Wengu had truly condensed ten thousand divine swords, then he would be no match for him. The only thing he needed to consider was how to escape.
Countless points of light swirled in the air. The Ancestor of Darkness carefully observed the number of these points of light.
Although these points of light flew around in the air, sometimes merging and sometimes dispersing, their total number did not increase.
The Ancestor of Dark Gods was filled with suspicion. Although he knew the best course of action was to leave this moment quickly and wait until he had slowly cultivated and recovered his full strength to take revenge, leaving now was something he was unwilling to do.
Suddenly, the points of light began to split, and the Ancestor of Dark Gods was immediately on edge. He even prepared to retreat. But the next moment, he realized it was just a false alarm. It turned out that although Xiao Wenbing had separated the points of light, their power remained unchanged, and the scattered points of light were just illusions.
He was furious and about to yell at them when suddenly a warning bell rang in his mind, and he was about to flee when a burst of light appeared above his head. Feng Baiyi's long-prepared Five Thunderbolts had already crashed down without mercy.
Feng Baiyi's Five Thunderbolts was incredibly powerful, in no way inferior to Xiao Wenbing's Thousand Divine Sword.
The already weakened Ancestor of Dark Gods could not withstand the attack and was once again shattered, transforming into countless black wisps that filled the air.
Xiao Wenbing flipped his hand and took out another jade cauldron, softly uttering, "Collect..."
Seconds later, half of the black mist in the air disappeared again. The aura of the Dark God Ancestor, which had reformed into the other half, was at least 70% weaker than when it first appeared.
When everything had settled, the Ancestor of the Dark God stared weakly at Xiao Wenbing and the others, muttering, "You... you lied to me again..."
Xiao Wenbing touched his nose and laughed, "Senior, it was just a joke, nothing serious, hehe..."
Upon hearing Xiao Wenbing's mockery, the Ancestor of Dark Gods was so angry that his vision blurred. However, he was also a reasonable man and knew that the situation was beyond his control, and he could no longer contend with Xiao Wenbing and the others.
The blackness on his body gradually faded, and his form slowly became transparent.
Xiao Wenbing's expression changed slightly. He suddenly realized that, in his perception, not only had the color of the other person's body changed, but even their aura had begun to undergo a strange change. Moreover, it was becoming thinner and thinner, as if the person was gradually disappearing.