294: Chapter 33 Su He: Don’t believe there are people who can’t be killed_2 294: Chapter 33 Su He: Don’t believe there are people who can’t be killed_2 The Mountain Divine God Seal thundered down, but it was not a collision; instead, it unleashed its suppressing power.
Bolts of thunder burst forth from the pure gold dice, forming an inverted large bowl that came crashing down on the barrier.
Within the barrier, the explosive sounds of the three Immortal Swords resonated violently.
Amidst the dust-filled barrier, cracks spread like a spider’s web.
Before the dust had settled, a Qingyuan Array Flag pierced through the barrier and shot out.
Feng Yi Ju, with his clothes torn and looking slightly disheveled, pointed his halberd, and forty-nine formation flags shot in all directions across the Vast Sea.
Su He could sense that the areas where the formation flags were located had been isolated, leaving them unobservable.
The Qingyuan Array Flag was indeed a true treasure.
Feng Yi Ju leaped into the air in a flash, landing among the formation flags.
Concealing his figure, the forty-nine formation flags whirled and danced around him, making it impossible for Su He to locate his adversary for the moment.
If that’s the case, rise!
Su He roared, and a downpour over the Vast Sea instantly turned into a hailstorm, pelting down with a rattle, collapsing mountains and valleys.
Full Screen Technique, A Thousand Weigh!
“Barrier!” With the barrier erected, it enveloped the entire domain along with the formation flags, preventing anyone inside from escaping.
After completing all this, Su He stepped forward with a claw: “Chaotic Edge!”
The Guan Sword appeared in the air and slashed, the sword light splitting in two; one towards Su He and one towards the formation flag, toward an ordinary formation flag not far from Su He, not the Day and Night Twin Flags.
Su He wouldn’t do as the enemy wished, roaring as he faced the Chaotic Edge, with the Mountain Divine God Seal following closely behind the sword light, surging forth to collide.
A muffled sound resonated, and a figure was smashed out from within,
A streak of sword light flashed by, and the figure was cleaved in two, falling into the Vast Sea, tinting a swath of the sea red.
Feng Yi Ju’s bisected body still struggled, but then the roar of Divine God Might came, his eyes instantly clouding over in confusion as the Mountain Divine God Seal descended from the sky.
It crashed down with a thunderous impact.
Blood, flesh, and the churning Vast Sea.
In the distance, the five Big Ming King Demon Statues besieging Su Huanian lost control and fell from the sky, embedding themselves into the earth.
Su Huanian stood bloodstained, with the Immortal Sword lightly humming beside Feng Yaya, trembling hands yet not daring to reach for his daughter.
Feng Yaya became even more ethereal.
The essence of life is the root of existence.
“Ya Ya…” Su Huanian opened his mouth but dared not speak aloud.
Tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
“First, we have to kill Feng Yi Ju; I have a way to save Ya Ya,” said Su He’s voice.
Su Huanian looked up to see the Dragon Turtle nodding earnestly at her.
Uncle Luo once said that the Divine God Beast Tribulation was the simplest way to heal Ya Ya’s essence.
Later, they would insert the Eternal Trigram into a second body and take Ya Ya through the tribulation.
But if Feng Yi Ju were not killed, even replenishing the essence would merely serve as an addition to Feng Yi Ju’s meal.
If Feng Yi Ju did not die, Ya Ya could never be saved.
Feng Yi Ju’s flesh was eradicated, yet through the second step of Stepping Sky, and after the Star Destiny, he could be resurrected after death.
Su He did not possess the means to Reverse Cut the Root — he didn’t even understand what his Life Bound Star was, much less how to extinguish it.
In the meantime, Ya Ya’s essence continued to drain away.
Feng Yi Ju had died, but the Pill Furnace had not appeared.
In the time it took to converse, a starlight fell from the sky, and Feng Yi Ju’s flattened body suddenly ignited, turning in an instant to ashes, from which a new Feng Yi Ju stood up, reached into the Cave World, and pulled out a robe to drape over himself.
Then, he raised his head to look at Su He.
His eyes showed neither joy nor sorrow, only quietly watching him.
“Hand over the Pill Furnace!” Su He bellowed like a rumble of thunder.
Feng Yi Ju’s tactics were extremely tyrannical; if it were not for Ya Ya having refined the stalactite milk, her essence would have been drained long ago.
Feng Yi Ju’s face was as still as water while above his head the projection of the Cave World appeared.
The monk who had fled earlier was sitting cross-legged under a Golden Pagoda, the Pill Furnace refining the essence floating in front of him.
The monk brought his palms together in a sorrowful gesture: “Why must you, noble Dragon Turtle, repeatedly trouble Master Feng?
Everything Master Feng has done was for the sake of Qingyuan, with not the slightest bit of self-interest.
You too were born in Qingyuan, and grew up in Qingyuan.
Don’t you know the hardship of Qingyuan?”
The monk brought his palms together, shaking his head slightly in deep sorrow: “Ya Ya is Master Feng’s daughter; who could bear to be so cruel to their own flesh and blood if not forced by circumstances?
Qingyuan Gate has sacrificed countless lives in several battles to reach this situation, but you are willing to forsake Qingyuan’s path for a woman.
Is that justifiable?”
His voice full of compassion, the monk questioned every word: “Master Feng sacrifices his daughter for the sake of Qingyuan, which is an act of great love.
Your desire to save Ya Ya, however, is purely selfish.
Even if the Dragon Turtle Tribe is powerful, does that give you the right to act recklessly?
We do not wish to cross the Dragon Turtle and have already done everything to keep you away from this conflict.
Yet you have relentlessly pursued us, unreasonably playing the villain once again.
How is that justified?”
Indeed, it’s the monks who are best at inverting right and wrong, mistaking a deer for a horse.
Su He, furious to the point of laughter, then heard a curse from outside; the toad’s voice came through: “Bald Donkey, spout your mother’s watermelon farts!
He makes sacrifices, but it’s others’ lives he’s throwing away?”
The toad pointed at the monk above Feng Yi Ju’s head and cursed loudly: “Come on, Su He is the Prince Turtle Dragon of the Dragon Turtle Tribe, the Azure Dragon Old Ancestor of the Xuan Tian Gate, our Little Dragon Turtle calls him ‘Uncle,’ and the Xuan Tian Sect Leader and our Little Dragon Turtle have an iron-clad relationship.
This East Cloud Mountain, trivial to the Little Dragon Turtle as spare change, he would want it at the flick of a wrist.
Today, only if Feng Yi Ju commits suicide right here, destroying both body and soul, never to be reborn, will East Cloud Mountain be guaranteed to Qingyuan; Xuan Tian Gate will no longer be an enemy of Qingyuan.
The Dragon Turtle Tribe will ensure Qingyuan is without outside threats forever!”
The toad ranted like a shrew: “Come on!
Aren’t you the one with noble intentions, sacrificing your sect disciples and others’ beloved kin, all for the sake of your sect?
A single promise from the Dragon Turtle is worth more than a hundred lifetimes of your struggle.
No need for sect disciples, no need for your loved ones.
Just by dying yourself, Qingyuan Gate could own East Cloud Mountain solely, and becoming the Mystery Huang Sacred Land would be a breeze.”
The toad jumped about, pointing and yelling at Feng Yi Ju.