Post-Mythical Era: I don't want to die in the third reincarnation-Chapter 1171 - 1164: Qing Qi Is Quite Powerful

Ding Huan's Divine Will fell on the periphery where Qing Qi was located; he couldn't let this old rascal escape.

Laying down a trap with Source Principles evidently wasn't realistic; such stirrings would surely not deceive Qing Qi.

He hadn't seen Qing Qi's strength, but someone who could become Di Xin's opponent was definitely no ordinary figure...

Di Xin?

Ding Huan suddenly remembered the Da Ze Net on him, something that belonged to Di Xin.

He had already refined the Da Ze Net, but he rarely used this thing, especially since he had countless Magical Treasures. Not to mention, he hadn't used the Heavenly Seeking Net either.

That was why he hadn't thought of it immediately.

Since he had the Da Ze Net, why would he still fear Qing Qi escaping?

Just hoped that last time the Magical Treasure Di Xin used to catch Qing Qi wasn't the Da Ze Net, or else that would surely shatter his heart.

In silence, Ding Huan laid down the Da Ze Net in the Void of the World of Gods, and only then did he raise his hand to seize the Breaking Tribulation Blade.

He intended to directly slash; he had many affairs and was in no mood to dawdle here.

Just as Ding Huan hadn't gone over, his Divine Will swept across a familiar skeleton.

He Yan?

Ding Huan immediately recognized it; it was He Yan.

Among others, Ding Huan bore little sentiment, and even if figures like Jiang Jianwang or Lou Poyi were slain ten thousand times, he would barely glance.

But He Yan was different.

He Yan was a pure idealist, intent only on establishing a harmonious Universe and crafting a perfect world.

His heart was kind, but he had virtually no strategy.

Thinking of He Yan, Ding Huan also thought of the Cosmic Seal; the Cosmic Seal on him still belonged to He Yan.

That youthful visage, the naive look of big eyes and ears evoked a kind of melancholy within Ding Huan.

He knew that with He Yan's temperament, surviving in this filthy Universe was untenable.

As a mundane man, Ding Huan understood He Yan but couldn't be like him. To relinquish himself entirely for the harmonious Universe.

Now before him lay He Yan's corpse, and the rage in his heart was already a blazing fire doused with gasoline.

Ding Huan took a deep breath and simultaneously invoked the Cosmic Seal.

Even if there was nothing else, today he would avenge He Yan.

Though Qing Qi was millions of miles away, Ding Huan's Breaking Tribulation Blade in hand had already conjured a torn sword curtain slashing down.

In an instant, Ding Huan's wild murderous intent swept through the entire World's God's killing air.

It seemed that in this moment, the entire World of Gods had only Ding Huan's slaying saber momentum.

Underneath this slaughtering saber momentum, all existence was pulverized.

Qing Qi hovered, seated above the chaos center of the World of Gods, fists upward, he drew endless cosmic fortune.

His momentum ascended incessantly, but the smoothness of his Great Dao progressed remarkably slowly.

Though Qing Qi knew that at this critical time, keeping his mind serene was most crucial.

Otherwise, without a smooth Great Dao, even a power surge would not allow him to step onto the Ninth Step of the Dao.

Yet, he could not suppress his internal excitement, for he sensed where he was heading.

He strove to calm himself.

In a little while, he would have the chance to step onto the Ninth Step of the Dao.

The fortunes and Dao Network of the World's Gods would be the step ladder for him to stride onto the Ninth Step of the Dao.

Past humiliations, once he broke through the Ninth Step, he would pursue them all one by one.

Di Xin?

Haha, he would have Di Xin kneeling before him, begging for his grace.

Qing Qi exhaled a long breath.

He worked to keep himself calm; he too had to remain calm.

Since occupying the World of Gods alone, the opportunity to step onto the Dao's Ninth Step, he had repeatedly encountered such elation.

He truly hadn't imagined that one day, he, Qing Qi, would possess such a great fortune.

Back then, Hong Jun had toilingly struggle just to secure a foothold in the World of Gods.

Now, he possessed the entire World of Gods with ease, and moreover, was free to obliterate it at will.

Whenever overwhelmed by excitement, Qing Qi would calm himself, and continue his climb toward the pinnacle of the Dao.

But today, something was amiss, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't quiet himself.

He simply ceased Cultivation, focusing solely on calming his mind and spirit.

At this critical juncture, he had to ensure nothing went awry.

The Cosmic Dao Network of such a high-end Universe like the World of Gods, home to supreme Taoism, was scarce.

Even if it existed, it wasn't something Qing Qi could manipulate.

He was immensely grateful to the individual who drove away Di Xin, and even more so to those who annihilated or chased off the arrogant beings around the chaos center.

Yet now the spoils of battle belonged solely to him, Qing Qi.

Qing Qi took a deep breath, strived to calm himself down.

Opportunities come but once; should he miss the chance to step onto the Dao's Ninth Step, he might never get another.

Qing Qi soon sensed something wrong, beyond the mere inability to stabilize his mental state.

He even felt a faint sense of murderous aura.

While he was still pondering, in an instant, it appeared as though the entire World of Gods turned into a death cage, with him trapped within.

Qing Qi vigorously shook his head.

Was it because he was too eager to step onto the Dao's Ninth Step, thus disrupting his inner balance?

No, stepping onto the Ninth Step, one's mental state was more important than anything.

Qing Qi continued contemplating the stepping onto the Dao's Ninth Step.

The next moment, that deathly aura descended like a giant maw.

When his tao domain began to crack and tremble.

Qing Qi finally regained consciousness.

Someone made a move against him.

How could this be possible?

Qing Qi didn't have time to summon his magical treasure. He raised his hand and punched.

Even though it was a casual punch, the entire breath of heaven and earth of this universe was stirred with this punch.

This time Qing Qi saw clearly, it was a sword curtain.

The sword curtain spanned thousands of miles, locking all of his living space.

"Who are you, friend?"

Crack!

A burst of blood light exploded, and as Qing Qi's voice sounded, one of his arms turned to dust.

At the same time, Ding Huan felt his sword curtain shatter instantly with the punch, and the violent energy crushed over, as if a massive planet had slammed into his chest along his breaking tribulation blade curtain.

Pfft!

Ding Huan opened his mouth and spat out a blood arrow. He could clearly hear the sound of his bones continuously breaking.

The oppressive feeling made Ding Huan feel suffocated, and his tao domain was torn open.

Then another mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, even his internal organs were blasted into fragments, spraying out with the blood.

Although Ding Huan wanted to stop his momentum, that violent force was too astonishing, and he was still blasted away.

Boom!

A giant peak was directly shattered by Ding Huan's impact, and Ding Huan finally stabilized his body.

He clearly understood that the peak he crashed into was the highest peak in the world of gods, the Promise of the Gods.

As the highest peak in the world of gods, Ding Huan being able to break it was not primarily due to Qing Qi's overwhelming strength, nor was Ding Huan's physical body that powerful.

Rather, it was because the cosmic dao network of the world of gods had been plundered by Qing Qi, and not only that, but the great dao fortune of the world of gods had also been stripped by Qing Qi.

This was why Ding Huan was able to break the Promise of the Gods.

Despite just one move, Ding Huan knew Qing Qi's strength was incredibly strong, not weaker than Di Xin, whom he had previously encountered.

He previously was able to slice off half of Di Xin's body not because he was stronger than Di Xin.

But because Di Xin was calculated by him, and besides, Ji Yijian was at the side restraining him.

Now there was no one to help him, only him against Qing Qi.

With Qing Qi being so powerful, he absolutely could not wait for Qing Qi to recover.

Ding Huan didn't care about his injuries, he rushed back, ready to unleash the cosmic seal.

The cosmic seal descended like a black star, and the space showed infinite cracks.

As the cosmic seal was unleashed.

The source principle of the universe space disturbed by Qing Qi's punch instantly transformed, the oppressive primordial energy on Ding Huan vanished.

Instead, it transformed into the crushing might of the cosmic seal.

Initially, Ding Huan's plan was to use the breaking tribulation blade to severely wound Qing Qi, then follow up with the cosmic seal to blast the old man.

What he didn't anticipate was Qing Qi's strength being so immense.

He did manage to heavily injure Qing Qi with one blade, but he had no chance to timely unleash the cosmic seal.

Now although he unleashed the cosmic seal again, the cosmic seal did tear apart the space laid by Qing Qi's dao source principle.

However, the timing was a bit late, Qing Qi clearly had prepared defenses and summoned a giant clock.

With the emergence of the giant clock, this part of the world seemed to turn into a corner of the prehistoric time in an instant.

Dong!

A sound of clock chime transmitted, making Ding Huan feel his soul being torn, his whole being was momentarily frozen in the void.

The fresh blood that he hadn't yet spat out finally couldn't be held any longer and sprayed out.

Despite spitting out more blood, the sense of impending death at Ding Huan's heart did not diminish in the slightest, instead, it grew stronger.

Ding Huan was immensely shocked inside.

He knew Qing Qi could peel away a realm's fortune in the world of gods, could extract a realm's dao network, so surely not weak.

But deep inside, he never felt that he was not Qing Qi's match.

Qing Qi, after all, was Di Xin's captive, still needing help from someone like Zuo Shanyi.

How strong could such a person get?

Now Ding Huan knew he was wrong.

Qing Qi not only was strong but strong enough to take his life.

This was when he had succeeded in a sneak attack before, otherwise he couldn't have even destroyed Qing Qi's arm.

Just a sound of the clock chime, not only did Ding Huan suffer another injury, Ding Huan could also feel the might of the cosmic seal weakening a notch.

Absolutely can't let that old man's clock ring a second time.

Ding Huan crazily rolled his dao rhythm, the first void dao network had already formed the tiaoist circulation.

Even Ding Huan himself hadn't expected, facing Qing Qi decisively, even with the sneak attack first, he actually needed to use his last resort.

As soon as the void dao network was constructed, Ding Huan felt that the oppressive aura brought by the clock chime dissipated completely.

Ding Huan decisively raised his breaking tribulation blade.

His sword dao divine skills originated from the seven seals of reincarnation.

But this blade had long surpassed the limits of reincarnation, under the sword force, all things plunged.

Billions of source principles superimposed, Ding Huan's utmost furious blade.

He felt that Qing Qi, such rubbish, did not deserve reincarnation, so this blade had no reincarnation.

The entire world of gods abruptly turned icy under this blade, under the cosmic space, only death remained.

The void cracked, gods plunged, where the long blade pointed, no more reincarnation.

(Farewell, friend!)