Chapter 289: The South unites as one, holding the line with one hand

The chariot moved forward, and all that was seen were broken souls, resentful ghosts, blood, flesh and bones.

A ripple appeared in the depths of Liang Hui's eyes.

With a gentle wave of his hand, a green flag floated out from beside him and hovered behind the chariot.

The turquoise light is like smoke rising slowly, full of softness and warmth.

The sound of scriptures chanting could be heard faintly from the light.

". It fills the ten directions, and with its mighty power, it always saves all living beings, and brings them back from the wrong path. Living beings are unaware, and the auspicious clouds open the door to life, and the auspicious smoke closes the door to death. It saves all sins and overcomes all disasters."

The faint sound spread in all directions at a rapid speed.

Wherever it passed, the wronged souls dispersed, flesh, blood, bones and mud turned to ashes, even the water vapor and mud were swept away, and green reappeared on the earth.

This is about salvation and appeasement, not absorption and annexation.

Even though absorbing those residual souls could make Qingfan more powerful, Liang Hui chose to refuse.

The green flag fluttered in the wind, gradually taking on a sacred luster.

Save people along the way and move forward all the way.

Two days later, Liang Hui arrived at Wanlianhou Court.

Groups of palaces are located on the mountains and rivers. The star platform as high as the sky and the earth continuously guides the starlight to the earth, making Hou Ting look like a fairyland.

But at this time, the palace complex that stretched for thousands of miles seemed extremely lonely, without a trace of life.

The chariot continued to move forward, passing through one palace after another, and arrived in front of a black attic.

Liang Hui withdrew his gaze from his palm and looked forward.

He saw a figure sitting deep in the attic, looking at the chariot in the distance.

It was Wan Lianhou who had escaped at that time.

"Your Majesty Qingcang, Marquis Wanlian is willing to surrender!" Marquis Wanlian stood up and bowed towards the chariot.

Liang Hui tilted his head slightly, his expression indifferent.

Surrendering now would be of no value to him.

The palm slowly stretched out, swelled against the wind, and in an instant it had become as big as a mountain, with five-colored light flowing in the palm.

Suddenly, he grabbed towards the attic.

Click!

The black attic exploded directly, and the spiritual wood fragments flew everywhere.

And a black-armored figure appeared in Liang Hui's palm.

From beginning to end, Wan Lianhou did not resist, or he knew that resistance would be useless.

Liang Hui looked at his palm again.

An old man and a young man sat cross-legged in the palm of their hand, struggling and attacking constantly, causing their palms to tremble slightly.

But he was always suppressed and couldn't leave.

The young man's eyes flickered, and his will became stronger and more resolute under the constant tempering of the two.

Using a body with divine veins to suppress two Martial Saint-level strong men and to hone his own skills, few people throughout history have dared to do so.

The young man turned around, took one last look at the endless palace complex, and the corners of his mouth lifted up slightly with a smile.

"Almost over!"

The chariot rumbled forward.

Ever since Wanlian Houting was destroyed and the leader and the immortal of Shangqing Sect were defeated, there was no force in the southern part of the world that dared to face the chariot that came out of nowhere.

Either they surrendered and joined the Divine Dynasty, or they fled to the north with their entire clan.

Suddenly, there was less fighting, and the Divine Dynasty expanded faster and faster.

In just five days, less than five days, billions of miles of mountains and rivers in the south all returned to the Divine Dynasty.

In the past four years, the great cause that countless heroes in the world have failed to complete has appeared in the hands of one person.

Confusion, astonishment, jealousy... all kinds of complex emotions appeared in the hearts of all living beings.

At this time, even those who were pessimistic about the Divine Dynasty could not help but think of the possible unification of the human world.

Undercurrents surged, and ancient and powerful forces began to contact and plan.

The human world, the underworld, and even the fallen surviving immortals all began to walk out from behind.

Liang Hui, who was at the center of the storm, sat upright in the chariot, opposite Yi Wuyun.

The young man was reading a book in one hand and making a strange handprint with the other. "Have you decided which way to go?"

Yi Wuyun looked serious. In the past half month, he had studied scriptures, consulted teachers, and witnessed many strong men fighting each other. He already had the answer in his mind.

"Teacher, I want to follow the path of Thunder."

"Thunder is extremely powerful and masculine. It will surely eliminate all murderers and tyrants."

"Lei Ting, I also have some experience."

Liang Hui nodded, his eyes calm, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

The strange handprint in the palm dissipated, and it reached forward. A book made of unknown animal skin and an ancient ring appeared in the palm.

"I have also practiced the Heavenly Thunder Fist. It is enough for you now."

"There is also a storage ring, which contains the corresponding resources."

The "Tianlei Fist" that Liang Hui handed over was of course not the original one obtained from the Leihuo Secret Realm, but a modified and improved foundation-building fist method.

"Thank you, teacher."

Yi Wuyun bowed his head and then reached out to take the secret book and the ring.

Liang Hui withdrew his hand, looked calmly, passed the old man and looked forward.

"In the years to come, do not touch spiritual energy until you hear my name again."

"Our fate has come to an end. From now on, I will walk the road alone."

Yi Wuyun bowed his head again with a look of reluctance.

"Teacher, the road ahead is rough, be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body stood up and, under Liang Hui's control, landed on the earth.

At this time, there was only the young man left in the chariot.

Looking up at the sky, his lips curled up into a grin.

"Come, let me see what kind of resistance you firewood can put up."

The chariot disappeared into the horizon, pulled by the golden bull and the donkey.

Three days later, the boundary between north and south of the world was established, on the edge of the abyss.

A magnificent city is being built, and all kinds of treasures and rare stones are piled up around the city.

One by one, the cultivators connected heaven and earth, carving intricate and dense patterns.

Ghosts and gods can be vaguely seen moving around in the city, deploying various tactics.

The real purpose of this city is obviously very clear.

Suddenly, all the people and ghosts who were building the city stopped what they were doing.

He looked towards the other side of the abyss with horror.

A chariot slowly came along accompanied by the sound of imperial bells. The chariot was simple and ancient, but covered with marks of knives and axes.

The ringing sound was pleasant and clear, but it brought a bone-chilling chill to all the people and ghosts in the city.

"The great demon Qingcang is coming, everyone, prepare your battle formation!"

"rise!"

"Get up!"
Amid countless roars, rays of light rose from the city, from the earth, and from the abyss.

Various patterns are interconnected and collided, extremely complicated and dazzling. Even the big stars in the sky are brought down as a means of protecting the city.

For a moment, the entire abyss and the north were a sea of ​​light.

Liang Hui sat cross-legged in the chariot, looking at the brilliant sea of ​​light in front of him with an indifferent and calm expression.

"Enter!"

The chariot moved forward, ignoring the sea of ​​light and the great battle formation ahead, and drove into the abyss.

All the people, including the ghosts, looked expectantly at the ancient chariot submerged in the sea of ​​light.

Rumble!
Amid the deafening roar, everyone's eyes became dull, their mouths opened, and they uttered groan-like whispers:

"The formation has been stretched."

I saw a figure standing on the chariot, with one hand raised, supporting the divine light that filled the sky.

His whole body was enveloped in five-colored light, extinguishing the starlight and moonlight one after another.

(End of this chapter)