From the Valkyrie to the Endless - Page 158

Amidst the heavy thunderclouds, a gleam of light flashed between Shen Qing's brows. He raised his hand and took out a sword. His fingertips moved in the air, carving out a brilliant spiritual pattern that was wrapped in a terrifyingly high temperature and wrapped around the blade.

This spiritual pattern originated from the sun and is extremely strong and masculine. Even though it has not been obtained for long, it is still very powerful in Shen Qing's hands.

The thunderclouds blocked her vision, and her spiritual thoughts were also blocked by the ancient spirit formation. She could no longer see the situation outside clearly, and all she could see was thunder.

boom--

Shen Qing slightly stretched out his arms, and more than a hundred divine treasures in his body lit up with divine light at the same time. The surging divine energy fluctuations overflowed from the ancient spirit formation, making the old man's face solemn.

The next moment, endless sword lights lit up from the spirit formation, like a bright meteor tearing through the night sky, colliding with the falling thunder, spiritual patterns intertwined, the sound of heavenly howling was endless, shaking gold and splitting rocks, and spreading thousands of miles away.

Seeing this scene, the old man looked solemn. He did not dare to relax at all. He spat out another mouthful of essence to maintain the stability of the formation. The continuous loss of essence had seriously damaged his vitality. His hair turned completely white and his face was as pale as gold paper.

This ancient spiritual formation is of extremely high grade. Even though it is a relic from ancient times and is still incomplete, its power is still amazing, enough to trap and kill a cultivator in the late Guiyi Realm. He absolutely does not believe that any cultivator in the Shenzang Realm can escape from it.

Inside the formation, the sword in Shen Qing's hand had been broken, and the soul in it was also injured by the power of thunder.

The spiritual patterns in the formation had entered her body along with the lightning, and were constantly wreaking havoc in her body.

The violent thunder evaporated the blood flowing in her body, cut off the vigorous vitality in her flesh, crushed one divine treasure after another, and left only charred and withered flesh wherever it passed.

Shen Qing was not nervous at all. He allowed the thunder to gradually force him into a desperate situation, concentrating on comprehending the secret of the spiritual patterns.

The power of thunder eroded vitality too quickly. In just a few breaths, Shen Qing had reached the brink of death.

A sundial wrapped in golden divine light appeared, the pointer froze, and then began to reverse.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Qing's condition returned to its peak again. This time she did not choose to resist, but took the initiative to absorb the thunder into her body, endured the pain of being burned by thunder and fire, and once again realized the mystery of the spiritual patterns.

In the blink of an eye, an incense stick of time had passed.

In the blur, he could only sense that Shen Qing's breath was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, like a candle flame in the wind, which was always about to go out in the storm.

Just as he was hesitating, a flash of a knife appeared, lightning split the sky, and spiritual patterns intertwined, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon.

"you……"

Looking at Shen Qing breaking out of the formation and the familiar spiritual patterns contained in the sword light, the old man's expression froze.

In this short moment, Shen Qing had already glimpsed all the mysteries of this ancient spirit formation, and it was easy for him to enter and exit it without any effort.

"How could such a thing happen..."

In just such a short period of time, he had mastered the secrets of the spiritual patterns in the formation. This kind of understanding was simply impossible for a genius in the art of formation to achieve even in the ancient times.

What's more, this is a frontal killing, not a closed-door contemplation, so the difficulty is more than a hundred times higher.

Shen Qing didn't care what the old man was thinking. He stepped in front of him, raised his knife, cut off his palm, took the ancient spirit array plate in his hand, and asked casually:

"Why kill me?"

Although she had guessed most of the reasons behind it, she still wanted an accurate answer.

"I obey the order of the Snow God to send you to hell."

"Even if you kill me now, the Holy King can still light a lamp for me in the underworld. I will wait for you for a while."

Hearing this, Shen Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around and held the sword, the blade was like a breeze, brushing across the old man's neck.

The head flew up, blood shot into the sky, and at the same time, an invisible air was drawn into Shen Qing's body and absorbed by the sundial.

To Shen Qing, the energy of a True Lord Guiyi is far more important than that of a god of incense and worship at the same level.

After killing the Demon Slayer, Shen Qing did not show much joy on his face and fell into deep thought.

She didn't see any fear of death in this man, which made her a little puzzled.

In her opinion, fear of death is the instinct of living beings. That is why, at the critical moment of life and death, living beings can often burst out with potential beyond their limits.

It was not until this moment that she suddenly discovered some differences between this era and later generations.

Explain the update issue. I have been moving recently and injured my hand. I went to the hospital and got five stitches. I am busy with work and I really can't spare the time. I am sorry.

(End of this chapter)

170. Chapter 170: The God-killing Alliance, the Holy King’s Favor

170.

Descendants of gods, in later legends, are mostly the bloodlines left over from ancient gods.

But from Shen Qing's current perspective, the descendants of gods are undoubtedly divided into two types. One type is the descendants of the true God, that is, the existence that has entered the seventh level.

Even Guiyi Zhenjun needs to rely on the stars to survive and cannot exist forever in the universe. After entering the seventh level, it is a completely different world.

Creatures of this level have undergone a leap in their life level, and their bloodlines will carry special marks that can pass on talents, magical powers, and even memory fragments.

This is a fundamental structural change, which allows us to peek into the unfathomable creation of heaven and earth.

The other type is the reincarnation of an ancient powerful being like the Demon Slayer. This kind of existence is undoubtedly much more terrifying than the so-called descendants of the true gods. They are all creatures who have glimpsed the pinnacle of cultivation.

The awakening of the descendants of gods undoubtedly requires strong external stimulation. During the Daxia period, the descendants of gods basically only tapped into their potential when they were forced into desperate situations.

And this era is not short of tragedy. Even before the catastrophe, the living environment of the lower-class people in the Southern Territory was far from worry-free. During the great famine, it was reduced to purgatory on earth. It is common sense that there will always be sporadic awakening of the bloodline of the descendants of God.

Shen Qing has never had a deep feeling about the word "faith". She only believes in the cards in her hand, but this is not the case for ordinary people.

When the disaster struck the Southern Territory, countless people were praying for the protection of the gods and the Holy King of Jiuyou. Perhaps this was one of the reasons why these descendants of gods were unable to activate the blood in their bodies.

After thinking for a moment, Shen Qing raised his finger and drew a spiritual pattern. The terrifying high temperature instantly distorted the void. The old man's body, which was separated from his head and body, was wrapped in the light of the sun and turned into ashes in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, only a spiritual ring and the bronze spear that had previously pierced Shen Qing's chest remained in the void.

Shen Qing tried to appease the spirit in the gun, but after a while he lost his patience and simply drew his sword to shatter the spirit patterns surrounding the gun, destroying the spirit inside.

The material of the spear itself is a rare spiritual material in the world, so Shen Qing collected it for his future use.

The storage in that spiritual ring was not rich. There were only some spiritual stones, two magic weapons, several bottles of spiritual pills, but no secret manuals of martial arts or the like.

Considering the wealth of a True Lord Guiyi, it undoubtedly seems a bit shabby.

In addition to these cultivation resources, there is also a scroll that looks like it was carved out of ice.

Shen Qing took out the scroll and unfolded it slowly, and the mighty power of the Snow God was overwhelming.

[Take the head of the twelfth month, summon you back to the capital, let you live out your days in peace, and grant the three generations the first-class divine salary. ]

The oracle was concise and to the point, and the Snow God was just as real as Shen Qing had remembered.

The first-rank divine salary is the pinnacle below the divine generals, enough to cultivate a True Lord Guiyi and support a powerful family of practitioners.

Three generations have enjoyed this level of salary. This reward is extremely tempting, especially for a True Lord who has been fighting on the front line all year round.

However, at present, it is still unknown how long this star can last, so this kind of promise makes little difference whether it exists or not.

Shen Qing narrowed his eyes slightly and exerted force on his palms.

The scroll shattered into pieces in Shen Qing's palm. A flash of white light appeared, and the figure of the Snow God emerged.

The snow-white pupils stared at Shen Qing without saying a word.

Shen Qing looked directly at the Snow God, his expression calm and also silent.

After a strange silence, the figure of the Snow God slowly disappeared.

Things have come to this point and the relationship has been completely torn apart. The next time, perhaps the Snow God will come in person, and the situation will be even worse.

She had to gather the power of the God-killing Alliance in the Northern Territory as quickly as possible, encircle and annihilate the great demon, open up as many of the divine treasures in her body as possible, and prepare for battle with all her strength.

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Under the starry night sky, there was dead silence. Outside, the wind was chilly and howling, but on the stage it was warm as spring.

The statue of the Snow God trembled slightly and opened his eyes.

"Saint King, I failed, and that child's strength has improved again."

Before he finished speaking, the statue that had stood still for thousands of years took half a step forward, and the altar shook violently.

Below the altar, dark clouds suddenly gathered and covered the sky, blocking the stars and the moon. In an instant, snow fell for thousands of miles.

"Not urgent."

The Nine Nether Saint King slowly opened his eyes, and a ripple appeared in his calm eyes: