Chapter 1001 I Judge Yin and Yang!

Outside of Tushan, many Kunlun mountain gods, led by the mountain god Taiqi, stared intently at the barrier before them. Cracks shot out across the earth, and scorched black marks split the land, extending down into the depths, no one knew how far.

Several mountain gods lay beside these hideous fissures, their faces pale.

A few others were seriously injured and had already fainted.

It turned out that not long after the white-haired Taoist entered, the seal and defense enveloping Tushan shook violently, as if a mighty giant had clenched his fists, clasped them like a heavy hammer, and struck down on Tushan with immense force.

Each strike caused countless streams of light and ripples to spread across the barrier, as if it would shatter in an instant.

When these mountain gods noticed something was wrong, they stepped forward to reinforce the Tushan barrier, but the barrier suddenly shattered.

An extreme threat, a surge filled with chaos and tearing, almost instantly engulfed these mountain gods. They were flung away by the extremely chaotic and violent aura. Even in mid-air, they spat out blood and fell to the ground. If they were not mountain gods themselves, and specially brought in for this potential danger, the aftershock from across an entire Blessed Grotto would have killed them.

Even so, they were drenched in cold sweat.

A chill ran down their spines.

The shattered fissures and barrier were quickly repaired. This time, in addition to the original aura of order, many shifting and changing starlight were added, weaving into different star formations, dispersing all the force. They recognized the attribute of this aura, even if they didn't often travel in the Great Wilderness.

"The power of the Heavenly Emperor?"

Dijun's power mended the shattered barrier.

This puzzled the mountain gods.

But they also understood that what was happening inside was probably worse than they had anticipated. Standing outside, they were not qualified to participate in such events, but even so, they were anxious and worried.

"Damn it!"

"I hate that I don't have extraordinary power to step inside and join forces with the Heavenly Emperor."

One of the gods said angrily.

Just then, they suddenly felt an aura rapidly approaching. The mountain god Taiqi raised his head and turned to see a very handsome young woman with hair as dark as night and eyes with a special luster, hard to discern.

"A member of the Tianmo race?!"

Taiqi was stunned, then reacted and shouted, "Hey, hey, little girl, what are you doing? Come back quickly, don't do anything foolish!"

He was a mountain god whose name was recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, powerful and formidable.

His voice echoed through the valley like thunder, causing several nearby Taoist disciples to stumble. However, the girl seemed completely unaffected, swiftly approaching. On closer inspection, the girl's own cultivation level was unremarkable.

But she was holding a sword chest.

A faint buzzing sound emanated from the sword chest, its sound clear and bright, like Kunlun jade breaking. It was the sound of a sword, but a sword sound with such韵, able to stir layers of sword aura ripples, protecting its wielder, was unheard of and unseen.

In an instant, the girl had reached the Tushan clan.

"I remember!"

"I remember everything!"

Leng Shu hugged the sword chest, her body trembling slightly from extreme excitement. Images flashed through her mind, memories that should have belonged to her, but for some reason had been sealed in the depths of her mind. She had never known of their existence.

Until today.

She was not qualified to represent the Tianmo race in Tushan.

She had lived like any ordinary person.

But today, when she woke up, the sword chest, revered as a treasure by the Tianmo race and passed down and guarded for countless years, suddenly appeared before her bed, emitting layers of buzzing sounds. The sound shattered a seal in her mind, and the memories emerged with perfect clarity.

It was a gentle voice.

In the memories, she was so weak that she could only look up at the figure as great as heaven and earth.

She heard his voice:

"When the time is right, take this sword to Tushan."

Leng Shu took a step forward, her figure changing, passing by the many mountain gods who wanted to stop her. Then, with her right arm around the sword chest, she tapped the sword chest with her left fingers like playing a pipa, making a ding-dong sound.

*Zheng!!!*

The sword chest erupted with a layer of sword energy.

And this originally weak sword energy seemed to know how to break the seal.

In an instant, it flowed forward and tore apart.

The grand formation, based on Qi and Lu Wu's combined efforts and blessed by the Heavenly Emperor, developed a crack in an instant. It was not breaking the formation with brute force, and did not affect the other parts of the formation. It's difficult to describe whether the means are extremely precise or not.

Right, just right.

It was as if she knew the answer.

Before the Kunlun gods such as Taiqi could react, the girl swayed and stepped directly into Tushan. As soon as she took a step, a vast and heavy Yuan Qi (original vital force), as deep as a sea of smoke, pressed down fiercely!

Her divine soul was almost completely crushed.

The Tianmo race's body was already considered quite talented, combining speed and strength.

But at this moment, she could hardly move an inch.

She struggled to raise her head, her heart surging. She 'saw' the huge Taoist sitting in the world of yin and yang, and opposite him, the Great Venerable of the Turbid World, who had already reached the level of an entire world, abandoning the past and seeking only the Dao.

She 'saw' them fighting, move by move.

That Taoist.

That powerful being, as if meditating at the heart of the yin-yang tribulation, slowly opened His eyes.

His eyes were sacred and distant, as if they could see all the concepts and laws in this world. The entire world, the endless mountains and rivers, revolved around Him. The rise and fall of the stars were just a few decorations around Him. His breath was a storm that swept through the galaxy, and His gaze could penetrate the ages. Then He slowly stood up.

*Boom!!!*

Boundless and heavy Yuan Qi flowed and poured down violently.

Dijun lowered his eyes and murmured, "Fuli Yu Xu Yuan Shi Tianzun..."

A huge battle axe rose in His hand, then violently slashed forward, colliding with the Great Venerable of the Turbid World. The speed of the moves was not fast, and could even be said to be somewhat slow, but the aura and spirit of shattering the world were real and strong, almost to the point of trembling.

There was no need for speed.

Because the target was an entire world!

This was not a divine power aimed at people.

Not a Po Jun (army-breaking) formation, an annihilation formation, or even a war formation to kill a country for those brave generals on the battlefield.

This was the method to kill a world.

So run away, but you cannot escape cause and effect. No matter how fast you are, please display it as soon as possible, because this strike will shatter you along with the world that encompasses you, causing all things to collapse and annihilate, and all the stars and phenomena to fall.

Let everything in the world return to the distance and collapse into the original Yin and Yang.

The Great Venerable of the Turbid World, incarnated as the world, saw how much this move was aimed at him.

But he felt no fear, only loud laughter.

He struck forward with an extremely bold stance.

Come, come, come!

Fight, fight, fight!

*Boom!!!*

Waves of terrifying aura rose. If the Heavenly Emperor had not lowered endless stars as a curtain, the aftermath would have been enough to destroy the world. Suddenly, boundless sword energy rose, interrupting the attack of the Great Venerable of the Turbid World. Then the countless sword energies, with four long swords with faint cracks as their core, connected end to end, forming a formation, enveloping the Great Venerable of the Turbid World.

The black-haired Taoist stood in the void, lowering his eyes. The Dao he had cultivated flowed like water at this moment.

Where he stood was.

Then,.

.

The Taoist's five fingers slightly gathered.

Two strands of black hair at his temples fluttered slightly.

In the void, a was constructed.

The green-shirted scholar held his breath subconsciously.

The huge Taoist true body, which had been fighting with the opponent and holding a battle axe, returned to its original position, still towering, its head touching the stars and its feet on the earth. Then it held the battle axe in both hands, while Wei Yuan stood in front, lowering his eyes and saying nothing, his five fingers slightly extended:

"Thus, the world is born from this."

He held his left hand behind his back.

The terrifying Fuli Yuanshi Tianzun true body behind him slowly retreated half a step.

The blade of the battle axe in his hand rested on the ground, and the handle with Xuan Hei (dark black) patterns rose, the aura raging to the limit, like a dragon, like a god and demon, vast and boundless, and domineering and unparalleled, shaking the void, sending out layers of ripples.

The Great Venerable of the Turbid World laughed loudly.

He encased his power within the concept to the limit, unleashing extremely mysterious moves, attacking Wei Yuan in front of him with a resolute strike. The moves were overbearing and crazy, pushing to the limit. This was an ultimate collision, a critical opportunity to decide who could transcend. Even the Heavenly Emperor was staring intently at that spot. The black-haired Taoist lowered his eyes, his right hand forming a sword with his fingers.

The huge true body behind him had slightly lowered eyes, with black hair falling to his waist. Many images of the world surrounded him, the sleeves swirling with water and fire patterns, and the Taoist robe with clouds and mountain patterns, as if these auras gathered together, turning into illusory gods, surrounding him.

This pause seemed to be just an instant.

But it seemed to have passed an extremely long time. The sword finger slowly slashed across.

The towering and huge sacred being behind him also had flowing eyes. Holding the battle axe in his hand, he also displayed the moves with the same mysterious essence. The battle axe had flowing light changes, tearing the void, slowly slashing across the void in a way that seemed slow but was actually fast.

Space and time were torn apart before the battle axe.

Then they swept madly towards both sides, carrying violent torrents. The torrents spread outward, and the spiritual energy rubbed at extremely high speed, exploding into thunder and flames. White air waves rose and passed, filling the entire sea of stars in an instant.

The world yielded before this strike.

The Taoist's sleeves billowed violently, his voice deep: "Judge."

The previous move was for Yuanshi to open the sky.

This move is called, I Judge Yin and Yang!

In an instant, the green-shirted scholar's expression changed drastically. He kicked Zhang Sanfeng down, preventing him from seeing this scene. At the same time, he stretched out his left hand and poked his fingers directly into Yu the Great's eyes, causing the latter to scream, cover his eyes, and bend over sharply.

Zhu Jiuyin sighed secretly, his expression calm, and swept his sleeves.

The concept of instantly appeared here.

Then, in an instant, it spread out violently, directly enveloping the entire Tushan clan. Thus, in addition to Qi, Lu Wu, and the Heavenly Emperor, a new layer of protection was added to the entire Tushan clan. Boundless, empty gray mist emerged, surging and flowing within the range of the entire Tushan clan.

In the vastness, suddenly boundless clouds of years dissipated.

The gray traces of time changed, flowed, and finally gathered together, vaguely revealing their form. It was a huge and magnificent existence, with scales, dragon horns, and a vast dragon beard. A single scale was several miles long. When its eyes fell, all living beings within the range of its gaze felt an extremely strong sense of time freezing.

The true form of Zhulong (Torch Dragon).

Zhu Jiuyin closed his eyes.

Within the scope of this concept, the flow of time slowed down, and then, everything was enveloped in a feeling of stagnant time.

Bai Ze had already tightly closed his eyes.

Kai Ming (Guide) directly closed his own authority.

At this moment, these gods, whose own powers were in the Dao (the Way), felt an extremely dangerous and terrifying oppressive force. That premonition made them instinctively have a judgment in their hearts—

Die!

The extent of the battle had reached the point where even just looking at it could crush the divine soul with boundless and terrifying power, causing flesh and blood to collapse and the spirit to annihilate. Even the immortal true spirit might be branded during this observation because it had witnessed such power.

At that time, it would not just be a matter of life and death being in the hands of others.

It was likely to lead to impurity of the self.

Only the Tianmo girl seemed not to know these things.

Or perhaps she simply did not care about these things.

She just hugged the sword chest, widened her eyes, and 'looked' forward.

That unprecedented, and likely never to be repeated, magnificent collision, the heavens and the earth suddenly trembled violently, emitting a kind of wail at the level of law, as if their very existence was being torn apart, but that was just an illusion.

The world being torn apart was not them.

The magnificent and overbearing axe light, or perhaps the sword light, pushed forward slowly but firmly.

Slowly tearing apart the concept-level body that the Great Venerable of the Turbid World had created by abandoning everything.

The powerful body, representing the Turbid World itself, slowly shattered little by little. In this process, the magnificent and overbearing energy, which was also condensed to the extreme, was condensed to the extreme. If the Heavenly Emperor had not lowered the curtain of stars, it might have really been possible to tear the world apart. The ray of cold light became smaller and smaller.

In the end, it was like a sword light flicked out by the Taoist with his fingers.

It slammed through the body of the Great Venerable of the Turbid World!

Penetration!

In an instant, it seemed as if 180,000 tiny and incomparably brilliant lights, like the morning sun, were densely distributed on the body of the Great Venerable of the Turbid World. His body, achieved with the will to break the road ahead and be sure to walk out of transcendence, showed signs of collapse in an instant.

The Turbid World does not exist, how can you live?

Wei Yuan slowly exhaled a breath, feeling that he had also exerted himself to the limit.

He could clearly feel that although the Great Venerable of the Turbid World had been defeated, even to the extreme, he had not yet fallen. The other party was also at his own level of realm and strength. Wei Yuan himself would naturally not die so easily, and it was possible to survive even in an absolute dead end.

At this moment, the other party's power had been shattered, and it was difficult to cut out another move.

The Four Swords of Zhuxian were almost broken, and their spirituality was greatly damaged!

Wei Yuan looked at the body of the Great Venerable of the Turbid World.

Through its shattering and the penetrating wound, he could see the existence of the Chang'an sword.

Wei Yuan moved his five fingers slightly, trying to summon it.

As long as he summoned the Chang'an sword again, he could completely kill this Great Venerable, who only had his last breath left.

But at this moment, the Chang'an sword was enveloped by extremely strong and pure turbid energy, and could not be touched or summoned at all.

Just then, Wei Yuan suddenly heard a faint voice.

A shout and a sword cry!

Wei Yuan and the Great Venerable of the Turbid World lowered their eyes together.

They saw the Tianmo girl who had been directly watching the battle, and saw that there were strands of cause and effect aura on her body, changing unpredictably, protecting her. They saw the sword chest in her arms, and heard the familiar, long-lost sword cry.

Leng Shu raised her eyes and saw the Taoist's face.

Suddenly, the face in her memory, which seemed to have experienced too much sleep and oblivion, became clear. It was him, he who had said to send the sword over—

She had asked when to send it.

But he only answered gently, "You will know when the time comes."

"Don't worry, it will never be late."

The girl held the sword chest in both hands, and then used all her strength to throw the sword chest, which the Tianmo clan had preserved for a long time and passed down from generation to generation, into the air. The sword chest rotated in the air, as if one could glimpse the thousands and thousands of people of the Turbid World Tianmo lineage who had followed the past oath.

"Catch the sword!!!"

She shouted loudly.

Wei Yuan clenched his right hand slightly.

The sword chest shattered violently. Accompanied by an incomparably cheerful sword cry, a clear light burst out, precisely the divine weapon, Chang'an! Then, as if sensing it in the dark, another Chang'an sword also screamed at the same time, constantly trembling, and howling to come out!

Two swords.

Two Chang'ans, surrounding Wei Yuan.

One in the past, one in the present.

One with turbid energy rising, one with clear energy flowing.

It was cause.

It was effect.

I am in the center.

The Great Venerable's death tribulation had arrived.

Today is the second update...

According to the plot, it won't be long before I can put the kettle on.

Don't be too anxious, it's just this little bit left. It's been two years, and I'm finally about to have a vacation. Sigh.

Why am I not an eagle? Why can't I finish the book immediately?

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