Daoism Revival System: Start with fighting against Debunker Streamer-Chapter 441 - 440: Qilin Emperor Self-Destructs, Blood and Flesh Contested by All Sides
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The void ripples.
The silhouette of a Bodhisattva manifests in this world.
Unlike other Bodhisattvas and Great Buddhas, who arrive with radiant Buddha Light illuminating the world.
This Bodhisattva, however, exudes a more eerie aura.
His face is pale, draped in a Kasaya, surrounded by ominous Qi.
All around, Nether Ghost Fire flickers, in the midst of it all, as if many Netherworld Ghost Halls are floating and sinking.
Perhaps the only thing that could connect him to Bodhisattvas.
Would be the strangely colored Merit Golden Wheel behind him.
"Why has Ksitigarbha appeared?"
From distant places, several startled gazes recognize the origin of the Bodhisattva in the Quasi-Saint battlefield.
"No, this was premeditated."
"Itโs a setup against the Ancient Qilin Emperor!"
Finally, someone realizes it, shocked and alarmed.
And as for the Ancient Qilin Emperor at that time, needless to say.
"Ksitigarbha!"
It grits its teeth, staring fiercely at the figure in front.
At that time, the Diting Divine Beast above the sky had already landed under his seat.
He appears composed, with a pale face reflecting weak and powerless feelings.
Yet no one dares to underestimate him!
"The Underworld will not be empty, I vow not to become a Buddha!"
One of the masterminds behind the Underworldโs crushing defeat, a major competitor for the Underworld Saint position.
Even if Ksitigarbha holds only Bodhisattva status.
In the eyes of various Quasi-Saints, he is far more dangerous than most Buddhas of the Western Heaven!
"So, were you using yourself as bait to lure me out?"
The Ancient Qilin Emperor looks at the Great Ming King Peacock, with deep-seated anger flashing in his eyes.
"You covet my Phoenix Blood, and I too desired your Qilin Blood."
"Qilin Emperor, realizing it now, is, Iโm afraid, too late."
The Great Ming Kingโs eyes carried a teasing mockery.
The Ancient Qilin Emperor grits its teeth but remains silent, only casting a cold gaze toward Demon Venerable Chong Lou.
Demon Venerable Chong Lou appears indifferent: "You emerged at your own will, I made no pact with you."
The Ancient Qilin Emperor takes a deep breath, saying, "So now, do you still wish to join hands with me to take her Peacock Heart?"
Demon Venerableโs eyes are demonic, suffused with Demonic Qi, he smiles faintly:
"I think the Qilin Sacred Heart is far superior to her Peacock Heart."
"The key point is, I have no pact with you, but there is one with the Great Ming King Peacock."
He is utterly indifferent.
Among Quasi-Saints, there is no compassion.
The struggle for the Saint seat is a battle that leaves countless bones behind.
Demon Venerable Chong Lou and the Ancient Qilin Emperor had no prior connection; todayโs alliance was for benefit.
Similarly.
Now turning against him is also for benefit.
Not to mention, from the very start, Demon Venerable Chong Louโs true target was actually the Qilin Emperor!
"Fine, fine, fine!"
The Ancient Qilin Emperor takes a deep breath, unwilling but accepting defeat.
"Sheltering for millions of years, I have been cautious enough."
"Unexpectedly, today I still fell into a trap."
"However!"
The Ancient Qilin Emperorโs body bursts with Divine Fire, its voice resounds throughout the universe, it announces boldly:
"Even if three Quasi-Saints join forces, this Emperor fears no battle."
"Come!"
"Letโs see today if a Quasi-Saint will truly fall!"
It roars.
Taking the initiative.
The Demon Ancestor Ancient Bell shakes, its echo like a heavenly roar, sweeping toward the three Quasi-Saints.
"Resistance is futile, beyond your capability!"
The Great Ming King Peacock sneers, his once dim feathers now radiate again, Five-Colored Divine Light pouring like a galaxy, colliding with the echoing bell sound.
Meanwhile.
With a thought from Demon Venerable Chong Lou.
A shadowy demonic palm covers the sky, pressing down from above the Ancient Qilin Emperor, black Demonic Qi shakes mountains and seas, attempting to directly suppress him.
The Qilin Emperor roars at the sky, Divine Fire volcano-like erupts around him.
Above his head, the phenomenon of all beasts bowing appears.
The phenomenon crosses the sky, crashing into the demonic palm.
Ksitigarbhaโs gaze is indifferent, he chants two words with folded hands.
"Prison Guardian!"
In an instant, the Nether Ghost Fire surrounding him disappears.
Reappearing in all directions around the Ancient Qilin Emperor, forming an impervious Netherworld Ghost Prison.
The sound of metal dragging resonates within the prison.
Countless Netherworld Chains, chains crossing the sky, like an inescapable net, piercing toward the Ancient Qilin Emperor.
The Ancient Qilin Emperor crashes furiously, his hooves shattering the void, turning chains into ash.
But this was ultimately a struggle of a trapped beast.
The three major Quasi-Saints continue to strike, their aura shakes the universe, wearing down the Ancient Qilin Emperor.
Despite his display of divine might.
Under the relentless assault, he gradually reaches his limits.
He starts to bleed.
Blood falls, igniting the starry sky.
External beings cannot comprehend what is happening, nor see the battlefield; they can only infer from the despairing beast roar from the depths of the starry sky that a Supreme presence might fall.
And the terrifying beings within immortal realms, feel a sense of reflection.
"Could it truly be true that a Quasi-Saint is about to fall?"
"It seems the Saint opportunity is truly close."
Many whisper with complex thoughts.
Meanwhile, at the Seventh Heaven.
The concealed Lin Heng still gazes distantly at the battlefield.
His eyes, already transformed under the enhancement of Daoist Purple Qi, even though the battlefield is at the Twenty-Ninth Heaven, he can see clearly.
"Is that Ksitigarbha?"
"Such a reversal in the situation, this is the calculation and struggle among Quasi-Saints?"
Lin Hengโs expression is grave.
The Ancient Qilin Emperor has nothing to do with him, whether he lives or dies he doesnโt care.
What disappoints Lin Heng is that the Great Ming King Peacock managed to escape danger.
This is not a good thing for him.
"I must notify Sun Wukong to leave!"
Lin Heng thought secretly.
Once the Qilin Emperor falls, Ksitigarbha and the Great Ming King will surely turn to besiege Sun Wukong.
And Demon Venerable Chong Lou would not assist.
Although previously he blocked Golden Cicada and the Great Ming King.
Among Quasi-Saints, there is no compassion; everything is merely for benefit.
Once the Qilin Emperor dies, he obtains what he wanted, he would naturally not meddle further.
At this point, Lin Heng was about to head to Sun Wukongโs battlefield.
But just as he was about to act.
He heard a roar of earth-shattering magnitude.
"If you want to divide my body, it should not be only you three."
"All Quasi-Saints under heaven, I grant you creation!"
The Qilin Emperor howls, the Quasi-Saintโs body cracks.
With a roar!
He chose to self-destruct.
The self-destruction of a Quasi-Saint came too suddenly, too unexpectedly.
The terrifying power caused that patch of void to collapse directly.
Even Ksitigarbha and other Quasi-Saints dared not forcefully resist, retreating quickly.
Qilin Holy Blood, subsequently splattered across the starry sky.
Limbs and veins, scattered beyond the heavens.
"That scoundrel!"
Ksitigarbha and the Great Ming King hadnโt anticipated the Ancient Qilin Emperor would do such a thing in death.
But they could not dwell on their anger, as with the gradual emergence of Quasi-Saint aura hidden in the area, people began to snatch at the corpse and blood in the starry sky.
Ksitigarbha hurried to retrieve various Qilin remains.
The Great Ming King furiously devours the Holy Blood across the starry sky.
Demon Venerable Chong Lou also swiftly pursues the Qilin Sacred Heart.
While Lin Heng at this moment, looked extremely grave.
Because within his eyes, he sees a Qilin figure as tiny as a speck of dust, swiftly flying toward him.
