The Divine Martial Stars - Chapter 1054

Chapter 1054 The Monarch Is Back

The ringing of the bell echoed over the Serenity Mountains.

As he rang the bell, the pale golden characters, Wans, flew out and rotated, containing strange and inexplicable power. Gradually, the whole void was filled with translucent waves as if the torrent of time was whistling past at this moment. On the surrounding mountains, weeds bloomed in an instant and withered as if they had gone through a cycle of reincarnation.

Time flowed on.

The monk wanted to seal the Serenity Mountains with the bell.

A month would pass after the bell stopped.

The Chief of the Sanctuary of the Way shook his head and said, “Why? Purple Clouds from the East.”

He looked up and saw a purple cloud from the east, which was suspended above his head and turned into a luxurious canopy. It was filled with mist. It was indescribably noble and majestic as if everything between heaven and earth and stars had gathered on him.

The faint purple mist almost instantly spread between heaven and earth.

The translucent waves, which were surging with the bell sounds, were immediately dissipated by the purple mist. Even the Wans quickly dissipated as if ice and snow fell into magma.

Those withered flowers suddenly became bright as if the images were going back and forth. The blooming petals gradually gathered, turned into flower buds, became small flowers, and finally disappeared from the weeds.

Time was reversed again.

The Chief of the Sanctuary of the Way wore a purple canopy over his head. He stood in his small fenced yard and said, “The Huazang Temple shouldn’t get involved in such a dispute. Master Ruhui, please go back. From today on, the Huazang Temple will be closed for half a year. Before the Sacred Deathmatch begins, its disciples can’t enter the secular world.”

“Amitabha. You have put me in a dilemma.” The solemn-looking monk chanted the name of Buddha. The large Wan Bell hanging above his head was rotating. He held the Nine Dragons Golden Buddhist Staff in one hand, stopped ringing, and put the other hand in front of his chest.

The Chief of the Sanctuary of the Way said, “Buddhism pays attention to the cycle of fate. Each thing is predestined. Since you have intervened in today’s matter, you should know you deserve this retribution.”

As soon as he finished speaking, on the vegetable field where he had just plowed the soil and watered the vegetables, a piece of grass and leaf fell from a weed that had not been pulled out and floated up. It seemed to be swaying. But in a flash, it had already reached the sky like a long broadsword, and a streak of green light chopped down.

As he spoke, the monk raised his staff to block the attack.

Cling!

The faint sounds of metal clashing sounded. The middle of the staff trembled slightly. The monk wanted to stabilize it. However, the strange trembling became more and more powerful, greater and greater. In the end, the sudden and high-frequency trembling made the entire monk staff look impossible to be captured with the naked eye. The staff only left behind afterimages.

A drop of blood fell from the fingertip of his right hand.

It was the blood of an emperor.

Ruhui loosened his monk staff with his right hand, caught the drop of blood with his left hand, and integrated it into his body again.

The leaf turned into a green light and dissipated.

The monk staff stopped trembling.

However, there was a dent like a hair in the center of the staff. It looked as if cut by a sharp blade.

Only then did a look of shock appear on Ruhui’s gloomy face.

The Nine Dragons Golden Buddhist Staff was an Emperor-to-be weapon of the Huazang Temple, one of the ten Holy Lands of the Human Clan. It was also the weapon with the highest class ranking among the Emperor-to-be weapons, second only to the Wan Bell. In particular, he was the abbot. But it was cut open by a blade of grass by the Chief of the Sanctuary of the Way.

The dent implied many things.

Ruhui stood in mid-air with a complicated expression.

“Amitabha. I will remember your words.” Ruhui bowed and put away the Wan Bell before turning to leave.

The head of the Sanctuary of the Way shook his head, and the purple mist above his head dissipated.

He didn’t leave the Hall of Virtue but turned around and went back to his vegetable field. He carried a bucket and a small hoe and continued to water and grow vegetables.

In the Magic Works Department, Zhuge Yun was drinking tea with the visiting Saint of the Holy Land of the Flying Star.

There was not much cooperation between the Holy Land of the Flying Star and the Magic Works Department in the past. But this time, the Saint came here to order 1,000 high-quality spiritual weapons. He was willing to pay half of the deposit in advance. For the Magic Works Department, this was a big deal. Therefore, Zhuge Yun, the Chief of the Magic Works Department, who was obsessed with weapon refining and cultivation, personally met the other party.

Moreover, the status of the Saint of the Holy Land of the Flying Star was extremely high. It was rumored that he was regarded as a once-in-a-thousand-year peerless genius by the Holy Land. The Holy Land did not hesitate to use all its resources and Cultivation Methods to train him with all its might. He didn’t let the Holy Land down. Although he was a junior, a generation younger than the nine future leaders of Lightning Taoist Ancestor Mountain and Zhuge Yun, his achievements, fame, and cultivation were not inferior to those of the last generation. He even seemed to be superior to them.

“Thank you, Senior Zhuge.” As his name suggested, the Saint was very handsome. He had sword-shaped eyebrows, bright eyes, and snow-white skin. He looked even more good-looking than many women. His eyes were as bright as stars. He smiled before he spoke. It easily made people trust him.

Zhuge Yun said, “You’re too polite, Saint. Since everything has been settled, let’s decide it, OK?”

Saint Qianxing smiled lightly and said, “Actually, besides this order, I have another thing to ask you privately. Is it convenient for you, Senior?”

Zhuge Yun was slightly stunned and replied, “Okay.”

He directly dismissed his attendants around.

Saint Qianxing made another sincere bow and said respectfully, “This matter is very important to me. Please order them to not disturb us within two hours.”

Zhuge Yun felt strange. However, he nodded in agreement and passed down the order.

Rumble!

A thunderbolt struck down.

Li Mu reluctantly urged the Godbreaker to take the blow head-on and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Although the Xiantian Skill could let his True Energy recover very fast, it still took a certain amount of time. At this time, less than a quarter of True Energy was left in his body. Bai Ruyun struck Li Mu almost without any power to fight back with only one flash of lightning.

“It’s all over.”

Bai Ruyun said blandly.

With a stir of his mind, purple lightning gathered in the sky, and a purple lightning holy Qiang hundreds of meters long was formed. The lightning runes containing peerless killing intent were flickering, and the tip of the Qiang was pointing between the eyebrows of Li Mu.

The air was filled with the aura of death.

Li Mu gritted his teeth and directly took out the bronze gourd of Yin and Yang.

“Burn them!”

Rumble!

The moment the stopper of the gourd was pulled out, the five-colored Divine Fires spurted out wildly like a fountain spray and instantly filled more than half of the sky. The purple lightning holy Qiang was burned by the flames and melted in an instant!

“How could it be?”

“What is it?”

Bai Ruyun and Lin Yuquan were shocked at the same time. The flames that rushed to them carried an indescribable horrible aura, which made them feel the threat of death in an instant. They immediately retreated frantically.

Neither of them expected that Li Mu had such a trump card.

The Thunderflame Clan was related to flames. Therefore, Lin Yuquan was familiar with various Divine Fires and strange flames. The Heaven Thunder Forbidden Fire he refined from the Thunder Skill was also one of the unique Divine Fires, which was powerful. However, compared with the flames released by Li Mu in front of him, it was too weak.

He retreated frantically and finally recognized that the five-colored Divine Fires were obviously mixed with dozens of kinds of legendary strange flames and Divine Fires.

“This bastard has so many Divine Fires in his hands!”

Lin Yuquan was shocked.

He saw the entire Thunderflame Clan had almost turned into a sea of fires. Those experts and the armored soldiers of the Thunderflame Clan who had not had time to hide were roasted by the flames from a distance and instantly turned into a mass of ashes floating in the air. Even the ground and buildings were instantly turned into magma and began to flow.

The entire camp of the Thunderflame Clan was instantly reduced to ruins and a sea of flames.

Bai Ruyun was also shocked.

The trump cards Li Mu played made him feel anxious and angry.

He knew what price Lightning Taoist Ancestor Mountain had paid to plot against and kill Li Mu.

“World-Devastating Divine Thunder, Purple Pole Thunder Sea, collect!”

As Bai Ruyun shouted, the lightning around his body swirled, which was dazzling to the extreme. He performed the Thunder Skills and formed a huge vortex of thunder and lightning at a low altitude. It rotated wildly, driving the flames all over the sky of the fires into the vortex!

“Oh, no!”

Li Mu had a bad feeling about this.

All kinds of Divine Fires released from the bronze gourd of Yin and Yang were obtained from the Flame Pool Palace of the Athanasia Immortal Palace, so Li Mu couldn’t control them. Seeing the flames being sucked by the vortex of thunder and lightning, the situation became urgent again.

“What a pity.”

Li Mu accidentally absorbed the Emperors’ Fire.

Otherwise, a single strand of the Emperors’ Fire would be enough to burn Bai Ruyun and Li Yuquan to death.

“Go.”

Li Mu threw up the gourd and let fires come out in the air.

He was about to take advantage of the flames to pin down Bai Ruyun and Lin Yuquan, turn around, and leave with the Yun Family. But at this moment, a majestic and powerful roar suddenly came from the bronze gourd of Yin and Yang as if a deity sleeping inside had been awakened!

Swoosh!

A golden humanoid figure rushed out of it.

His whole body was burning with golden flames. Two beams of golden divine light burst out from his eyes, which looked like two divine swords. He was holding a long stick in his hand. As he waved it, dragon roars resounded between heaven and earth. As he waved the stick, the void was as sticky and distorted as liquid as if he was going to smash heaven and earth into powder.

“Ah?”

Li Mu was stunned.

What was going on?

When was there a person in the gourd?

Li Mu had inspected the inside of the gourd before and found that there were absolutely no living creatures. After collecting the Divine Fires in the Flame Pool Palace, he stop paying attention to the inside of the gourd because the flames were out of control and would burn his Divine Consciousness. “Why is there a golden man?”

Among the hundreds of branches of the devil races, the Ape Race, which could be ranked among the top ten races of the devil races, lived in Mount Sky-reaching of the territory of the devil races. The entire Mount Sky-reaching covered an area of tens of millions of kilometers. There were mountains and forests as far as the eye could see, and there were also some small plains, oceans, and other terrains. The place looked magnificent.

There was a Tree of Eternity tens of thousands of meters high on the main peak. It was the Holy Land of the Ape Race.

A snow-white old ape sitting on the crown of the tree that was nine thousand nine hundred meters high suddenly opened its eyes and shed tears.

“Our monarch has returned.”

He got up and roared.

The whole holy tree began to shake, and the leaves rustled happily as if welcoming someone.

The Ape Race was shocked.