flstandardbreds Chapter 135 Great Sage
Chapter 135 Great Sage
Li Youshui flicked the snow-white sleeves of his burial shroud and calmly sat atop the black dragon. "Liu Feng, you simply cannot fathom the realm of a half-step Nascent Soul dragon. Don't think that just because this is the Realm of Devils, you can defeat me. Within the Realm of Devils, the strong grow stronger, because the realms I can comprehend are completely beyond your comprehension!"
Like a black dragon descending from a small mountain, its long tail swept across, knocking down a cluster of stilted houses. Every step it took caused the ground to tremble, and even the strange creature itself trembled slightly.
If this continues, even the Ghost Realm itself might not be able to withstand such an existence.
The white dragon before him was larger and uglier than any Lin Fan had seen in reality, its body covered in deformities and pustules. These deformed creatures seemed to have taken on human form, including men, women, and children, but mostly children. They stood like scales on the white dragon's sparsely haired skin.
With a single swipe of its giant claws, the black dragon tore many members of the Li family to shreds.
Li Youtian, leading the black dragon, stood before the crowd and shouted, "This monster sucked the blood and flesh of my family to form its body, and even dared to try to replace and overthrow my family. Even if I die in battle, I will never submit to it!"
The members of the Li family responded enthusiastically, recklessly charging towards the black and white dragon along with their spirit beasts.
Lin Fan glanced at Li Youtian with a complicated expression, but unfortunately, Li Youtian had already turned to dust.
Although the Li family members could not effectively harm the enormous black dragon, they did attract Lin Fan's attention.
The dog-headed red-clad curse was even more ferocious, leaping and bounding with an agility disproportionate to its plump physique. Each strike inflicted a massive wound on the black dragon, blood cascading down like a small waterfall. However, for its size, such attacks were utterly insignificant.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin Fan cut off his own limbs to create eight clones. At this point, he could only maximize the power of his own side. The nine Lin Fans and the dog-headed red-clothed curse continued to cut and slash at the black and white dragon.
Lin Fan used two black knives as climbing knives, sticking them into the giant beast's body as he climbed. The dog-headed red-clothed curse, on the other hand, completely disregarded the laws of physics, its smooth, jade-like bare feet running directly up the steep dog legs.
The black dragon shook its body, and everyone who tried to climb onto it was shaken off.
Its target was Lin Fan's main body, and its enormous hand, as big as Optimus Prime, was raised high and brought down towards Lin Fan's main body.
The dog-headed, red-clothed curse ran through the air, trying to save Lin Fan. Just as her hand was about to grab Lin Fan's fingernails, a towering black pillar blocked her view.
Lin Fan was completely trampled underfoot; most of his body was reduced to blood and gore, leaving almost only his head.
It hurts so much, I'm losing consciousness.
The faint glow of the Soul-Suppressing Pearl beneath Lin Fan's crotch calmed him down. Lin Fan quickly closed his eyes and silently chanted, "I'm fine, it didn't step on me, it doesn't hurt at all. I'm fine, it didn't step on me, it doesn't hurt at all."
When Lin Fan opened his eyes again, he was already several meters away, barely dodging a fatal kick.
He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his clones were not so lucky; they had been almost completely wiped out.
Lin Fan clenched his fist. This wouldn't do. With my current abilities, I'm far inferior to him. Even with some subjective advantages, it can't change the huge gap in strength.
Lin Fan tried to convince himself that he could fly or walk on air, but it didn't work. He simply couldn't imagine anything he hadn't experienced.
Think quickly, think quickly, what methods can bridge the gap in cultivation levels?
boom!
The red-clothed curse was also swatted away by the dog's paw, landing right next to Lin Fan. Its body was tattered and covered in bloodstains, and it swayed for a moment.
This red-robed curse might be about as strong as the one that ate the Buddha's relic before, but against a spirit beast that is half-step into the Divine Transformation stage, it is nothing more than a relatively resilient ant.
Lin Fan calmed down and began to imagine. This was the rule of the mysterious realm. It didn't require one to be truly strong, but rather to be able to imagine how powerful an existence could be.
Lin Fan's mind wandered, wondering what kind of being could guarantee the destruction of the powerful divine beast before him.
Is modern technology really useful for things like this?
A nuclear bomb? That should work, but what if it can't be completely destroyed? No, I don't understand the principles of nuclear bombs, I don't know how to make it explode!
The air around Lin Fan trembled slightly, like an earthquake source transmitting the vibrations throughout the entire Ghost Realm. The entire Ghost Realm seemed unable to withstand the pressure and began to shake.
The most powerful being I can imagine, the concrete image I can conjure in my mind.
The old man in the burial clothes noticed Liu Feng, waved his hand, and made the black dragon abandon the invincible red-clothed curse, turning towards Liu Feng. "Boy, stop struggling. This time, I'll just crush you into mincemeat! You've really caused me a lot of trouble. When we get outside, I'll cut off your hands and feet, gouge out your eyes and tongue, so you won't cause me any more trouble!"
The black dragon, with its massive legs like pillars supporting the sky, was about to strike when it suddenly froze in place, involuntarily looking up at the sky.
In the clouds, a majestic figure appeared amidst a burst of golden light, clad in golden chainmail, wearing lotus-silk cloud boots, and sporting a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown.
The black dragon glanced at the white dragon, then lowered its tail, lay down on the ground, and whimpered softly.
Li Youshui looked at the entity in the sky, his lips trembling, unable to speak for a moment.
The hairy-faced thunder god in the sky clicked his tongue and said, "What kind of little bug does it take for me to take action?"
As he spoke, he reached into his ear and threw out a stick the size of a grain of rice, which grew rapidly in the wind.
It transformed into a pillar of heaven, falling from the clouds with gusts of wind. From the ground, the golden, round base blotted out the sky, like a giant bowl turned upside down, while the black and white dragons looked like eels in the bowl, scattering in all directions.
The black dragon fled extremely fast, darting several miles away in just a few steps. It seemed it could easily escape the range of the giant club's fall. But as soon as it looked up, the giant club, which had never moved, was still falling straight down on its head.
Boom!
The giant club, carrying clouds and a strong wind, crashed to the ground, sending up dirt and rocks that spread in all directions like ocean waves.
This process may seem like a long time, but it's actually only a fleeting moment.
Lin Fan's head was throbbing with pain. He could only hold on for a few breaths before blood flowed from his seven orifices. He could no longer endure it, and even the Soul-Suppressing Pearl was trembling and burning hot.
The golden-armored figure and the golden iron rod in the clouds vanished with the laughter.
If it weren't for the dramatic change in the world, those present would almost have thought it was an illusion.
The ground was blasted into a circular basin, sparkling with a thin layer of diamonds. Groundwater was constantly bubbling up, about to form a new lake. The surrounding land was broken into undulating layers like ocean waves.
Lin Fan wiped the blood off his face and rushed toward the center of the circle.
Li Youshui was still dressed in his burial clothes, lying in the center, while the black dragon that had always accompanied him had disappeared.
Lin Fan jumped down from the height, and with a wave of his hand, the red-clothed curse threw the scythe in his hand toward Lin Fan.
The moment he caught the sickle, Lin Fan was already standing on the body of the old man in the burial clothes, gripping the sickle with both hands and thrusting it towards Li Youshui's face.