Chapter 341 The End of Taihuang
"Why?"
Ye Chongyun was somewhat unwilling to see his master pass away like this.
The Great Lord was silent for a long time, and suddenly sneered and said, "Then do you know, in my current state, what price do I have to pay to seal myself for a hundred years?"
Ye Chongyun was stunned for a moment and couldn't help falling into confusion.
Ye Linyuan guessed something, and a solemn look appeared on his face.
The Great Desolate Saint Lord sighed, then calmly said: "In my current state, if I want to seal myself again, I will need a huge amount of life essence."
"This life essence can be the physical bodies of dozens of Yuanying Zhenjun, or the lives of billions of creatures in the Western Regions. Do you know what kind of killing this is?"
When Ye Linyuan heard this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
The higher the cultivation level of a cultivator, the more difficult it is to continue to seal himself. If one reaches the level of the Great Desolate Saint Lord and wants to seal himself, even the fourth-grade top-grade black ice is not enough.
Because his condition was too bad, his Taihuang Holy Blood was almost completely burned out, and his lifespan and blood had been weakened to the extreme. Once he was sealed with fourth-grade high-quality black ice, he would most likely die completely in the ice.
If he wanted to prolong his life, the best way would be to temporarily restore his condition to his peak, and then seal himself with fourth-grade high-quality black ice or similar rare treasures.
But when one reaches the level of the Great Saint Lord, how difficult would it be to recover to his peak?
Either it is a rare fourth-level elixir, or you have to absorb a huge amount of life essence.
The former is almost impossible to find in this day and age, and the latter is also very difficult to achieve.
Because the higher the cultivator's cultivation level, the higher his own life level will be, and the life essence he devours from ordinary people will be greatly reduced.
For Master Cangyuan, a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, a large amount of life essence extracted from the flesh and blood of the Golden Core Demon King can temporarily restore his cultivation to its peak.
But at the level of Taihuang Saint Lord, the effect of the Golden Core Demon King's life essence is greatly reduced.
For him, he either had to directly kill dozens of Nascent Soul Demon Kings or True Lords, or absorb a huge amount of low-level life essence.
And this huge amount will be an astronomical figure. Perhaps after all the countless Qi-cultivating and foundation-building cultivators in the territory of tens of millions of miles have been refined, the resulting life essence can allow the Taihuang Saint Lord's cultivation to temporarily recover to its peak.
"For a dying person like me, even if I can survive for just one more day, it will be a disaster for all living beings."
The Grand Lord of Taihuang spoke calmly, then slowly stood up, bowed to Ye Linyuan with an extremely serious expression and said, "I am leaving now. Chongyun is related to the Taoist lineage of our Taihuang Holy Land, so I will trouble you to take care of him."
"Don't dare, don't dare!"
Ye Linyuan quickly helped him up, and then asked solemnly, "Where are you going, senior?"
The Great Lord smiled, his eyes filled with fighting spirit as he said, "I am already a dying man, and before I die I want to go to the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain to avenge the battle a hundred years ago."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Holy Lord of Taihuang slowly stepped out, holding an ancient halberd and headed out of the Holy Land of Taihuang.
Ye Linyuan and Ye Chongyun looked at each other, and immediately followed the Taihuang Saint Lord out of the Taihuang Blessed Land.
The Holy Lord of Taihuang went all the way westward, crossing billions of miles of mountains and rivers, passing through the Cangmang Continent and reaching the Chiyou Continent, and headed for the top of the Wan Yao Mountains with unparalleled momentum.
Along the way, countless human cultivators noticed this scene, and many Nascent Soul True Lords guessed something and followed from a distance towards the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain.
Ye Linyuan hid in the crowd, looking at the vast and endless Wan Yao Mountain, a hint of emotion emerged on his face.
He knew very well in his mind that today's battle would be the final battle of the Holy Lord Taihuang, and also the battle in which the Holy Lord Taihuang would seek death.
The old saint was unwilling to die in the Taihuang Holy Land, and wanted to burn up his last bit of energy and blood to fight one final battle. This battle was not only to avenge his humiliation, but also for the Taihuang Holy Land's glimmer of hope.
According to Ye Linyuan's calculations, after the death of the Holy Lord of Taihuang, the Taihuang Blessed Land will become a piece of fat meat in the eyes of everyone.
Some of the ancient treasures collected there might even move the Heavenly Demon Saint Emperor, so a complete riot is bound to break out soon.
However, characters at the giant level often have a short lifespan, and once they start fighting, the impact will be too great. So in order to avoid a real fight between the giants on both sides, these strong men in the late Nascent Soul stage will most likely not give up easily.
By that time, the chaos in the western region of Chixia Continent would most likely be caused by the involvement of Wan Yao Mountain and the major Yuanying forces in the western region.
The Holy Lord of Taihuang is going to fight to his death today, perhaps he has reached a tacit understanding with the transcendent forces such as Xuanyang Dongtian. He uses his dying body to consume the power of the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range, and by the way, he also explores the bottom line of those demon giants.
If nothing unexpected happens, the transcendent forces of the human race will try their best not to take direct action against the Taihuang lineage.
As for preserving its own heritage, Taihuang Blessed Land probably has no choice. After all, the Holy Lord of Taihuang is almost dead.
Everything will be in vain after his death. Unless a new great queen is born among his descendants, who can protect the inheritance of the Taihuang lineage?
"boom--"
Just as Ye Linyuan's mind was wandering, the divine power in front of him had completely erupted. The Holy Lord of Taihuang swung the halberd in his hand across the sky, and with one blow he overturned a mountain and pierced through a sacred mountain.
In the sacred mountain, a Nascent Soul Demon King fled in shock, but looking at the murderous Taihuang Saint Lord, he did not dare to say a single harsh word.
The Holy Lord of Taihuang did not chase after him, but just walked all the way to the depths of the Ten Thousand Demons Mountains. Countless demon mountains were conquered wherever he passed, and he even conquered seven demon mountains.
It was not until they came to a sacred mountain filled with murderous aura that the Holy Lord Taihuang slowly stopped.
"Golden Feather Peak."
Looking at this towering mountain, Ye Linyuan whispered slowly, with a solemn look between his brows.
This Jinyu is not an ordinary place, but one of the three sacred mountains in the Wan Yao Mountains, and also the ancestral land of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan.
In the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range, there live more than ten pure-blooded golden-winged Rocs, whose cultivation is basically at the middle Nascent Soul stage, and there is also a giant Penghuang who is at the late Nascent Soul stage.
This is such a powerful and majestic mountain where the demon race flourishes that even a giant in the late Nascent Soul stage wouldn't dare to step into it easily.
But now, the Holy Lord of Taihuang was full of murderous intent, and with a fighting spirit that soared into the sky, he walked towards the Jinyutian Peak.
"Saint Lord Taihuang, please stop."
At this time, eight figures walked out of Jinyutian Peak one after another.
Ye Linyuan looked up and found that each of these eight figures was so powerful that they were all Nascent Soul Stage Demon Kings who were capable of dominating a region.
"Eight pure-blooded golden-winged rocs. It seems that except for the one that is in deep sleep, all others should have come out."
Ye Linyuan's mind was floating, and a hint of solemnity appeared in his eyes.
These eight golden-winged rocs are not weaklings. Even if Ye Linyuan faces all eight of them at the same time, he has no confidence of winning. But the Great Desolate Saint Lord is not afraid at all. He just looks at the eight demon kings calmly and says, "Just the eight of you?"
"Where's the Golden Winged Peng Emperor? Let him come out!"
Upon hearing this, the eight demon kings' eyes immediately revealed murderous intent.
In the battle that year, the Saint Lord of Taihuang chopped the Golden Winged Peng Emperor alive and almost killed him completely, although the Golden Winged Peng Emperor survived with the help of the Saint Emperor of Heavenly Demon.
But during these years, Peng Huang has been hiding in a secret place to recuperate, so how could he easily return to the Jinyu Tianfeng?
Thinking of this, the eyes of the eight demon kings turned cold, and the leader said with murderous intent in his pupils: "Old Taihuang, why does your majesty need to take action to capture you?"
"Today I will let you know that my Jinyu Tianfeng is not a place where you can act wildly."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Golden Winged Demon King flew into the air with the divine spear in his hand, and a thousand-foot-long divine light broke through the air, like a golden sun piercing down from the sky.
One has to admit that the leading Golden Winged Demon King is indeed powerful. He displayed top-level strength at his first move. The power of this attack is almost comparable to that of a late-stage Golden Infant.
With this skill alone, this Golden-Winged Demon King can be considered a top-notch middle-Nascent Soul stage warrior and can compete with late-Nascent Soul stage giants.
"Out of control."
But facing the attack from the Golden Winged Demon King, the Holy Lord of Taihuang just took a step forward, swung his halberd and chopped it down with force, smashing it to pieces and causing blood to fly out on the spot.
This move was so powerful that it was strong enough to sink a continent, breaking all the bones of the Golden Winged Demon King. If the other seven Demon Kings had not come to his aid, the Holy Lord of Taihuang would have been able to kill him in ten moves.
"You are a bunch of flat-haired beasts. Today I will show you what a true giant is."
The Saint Lord of Taihuang roared with joy, and the golden halberd in his hand burst out with tremendous mysterious and desolate energy. The strongest and most holy Tao essence seemed to penetrate the nine heavens and ten earths, and smashed down with the Saint Lord of Taihuang's swing.
The eight demon kings fought against it with all their might, but they were no match for it. Even when they joined forces they were still defeated.
"The strength of the Great Desolate Saint Lord is probably the strongest among the late Nascent Soul stage."
Ye Linyuan whispered in his heart, and at this moment he had a vague understanding.
According to his estimation, the strength of this Taihuang Saint Lord is probably not inferior to that of Ziyao Dragon Lord, and may even be better.
This kind of strength is considered strong among the eighth level of the Nascent Soul, and is definitely not comparable to the ordinary Nascent Soul seventh level giants.
After only a hundred moves in such a fierce battle, the eight demon kings were already covered with wounds. They could only rely on the extreme speed of the Golden-winged Roc clan to barely fight with them, but if they continued to fight, they would be in danger of being killed one by one.
At this moment, a blazing sword light burst out from the sky, and then a dazzling sky sword slashed across the sky, forcing the Holy Lord of Taihuang to retreat several steps.
"Fellow Daoist Taihuang, please show mercy."
Just at this moment, two figures flew over from the sky.
These two people, one man and one woman, had an aura as vast as the sea, causing Ye Linyuan to frown slightly when he took one look at them.
"One man and one woman, one is a seventh-level Nascent Soul, and the other is an eighth-level Nascent Soul. These must be the legendary White Tiger Twin Saints."
The so-called White Tiger Twin Saints refers to the two great Yuanying giants of the White Tiger lineage. These two giants are known for their killing. It is said that they can resist the Yuanying Great Perfection when they join forces. Therefore, they are also one of the most famous late Yuanying stage in the Nanling cultivation world.
At this time, the White Tiger Twin Saints blocked the Great Desolate Saint Lord, and one of the White Tiger Twin Saints said, "Your Excellency, you are too reckless to come to my Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range and kill people."
"You came just in time."
The Holy Lord of Taihuang spoke with some regret. If he was given some more time, he could at least kill two or three Golden-winged Rocs.
However, he also understood that the demon tribe would not allow him to go on a killing spree, so he decisively looked at the two demon kings and said, "I'm here to seek a fight, why are you talking so much nonsense?"
"Let's fight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Great Desolate Saint Lord rushed across the sky with overwhelming murderous intent and attacked the White Tiger Saints.
The pupils of the two saints suddenly turned cold. After looking at each other, they immediately attacked together towards the Holy Lord of Taihuang.
This battle was so brutal that it was rare to see it in a thousand years. The Holy Lord of Taihuang fought against the two White Tiger Saints alone. His endless fighting spirit dispersed the clouds above the nine heavens.
The battle between the two sides lasted for more than a hundred moves. The endless fighting spirit drove both sides completely crazy and left serious injuries on both sides.
After a hundred moves, the combat power of the Saint Lord Taihuang had taken a sharp turn for the worse, and he had no power to resist the siege of the two saints.
It’s not that Saint Taihuang is not powerful enough, but that he is too old.
Today, the Taihuang Holy Lord is old and weak. He has burned out the supreme Taihuang Holy Blood in his body, and even his qi and blood have declined to the extreme.
He had come a long way and experienced many battles. He had successively broken through several gates of the Demon King's Mountain and then fought against the eight demon overlords. His physical strength, magic power, and blood had been severely depleted.
Facing the two White Tiger Saints at this time, the Holy Lord Taihuang was almost completely exhausted.
"Okay, okay, it feels so good!"
In the fierce battle, the Holy Lord Taihuang roared happily.
But seeing him slashing across the sky with a halberd in his hand, since he was unable to defend himself, he would rather die in battle at this moment than to try his best to swing the strongest halberd.
At the last moment of the fight, the Holy Lord of Taihuang completely burned out his own energy and blood, and suddenly grasped the halberd and threw it out.
In an instant, everything in heaven and earth was split apart, and a destructive edge pierced through the sky, sweeping out with irresistible force, forcing the White Tiger Saints to not dare to stop it.
In the end, under the incredulous gazes of the crowd, this halberd split the chest of the strongest golden-winged demon king and nailed him to death on the stone cliff of Tianfeng.
"you……"
The Golden Winged Demon King's face was filled with disbelief, and he trembled as he tried to pull out the halberd on his chest, but the supreme power of the Dao pattern carried by the halberd had already disintegrated his Nascent Soul.
In the end, this Heaven and Earth True Spirit, who had the best chance of breaking through to the late Nascent Soul stage in the past thousands of years of the Golden Winged Dapeng clan, was nailed to death in front of the stone cliff with reluctance and regret.
“Hahahaha, so refreshing!”
On the other side, the Holy Lord Taihuang laughed heartily, but his body began to turn into ashes bit by bit.
Ye Linyuan sighed slightly. In today's battle, the Holy Lord of Taihuang had used up all his strength, but he still killed a seed of the Queen of the Golden-winged Peng clan. Perhaps it was worth the trip.
(End of this chapter)
