I Have A Qi Fortune Altar-Chapter 1422 - 691: Fall of the Emperor! (Part 3)

Capítulo 1422: Chapter 691: Fall of the Emperor! (Part 3)

It has already proven Manjusri’s strength.

Ranked third in the world, deserving of this title.

As for the others, he originally wanted to try against the Asura Demon Lord, but now it seems there’s no need, after all, that’s an Immortal. As for Chen Yuan…

Top ten on the Heavenly List.

“Today’s discussion, this poor monk loses. I will visit Martial Emperor City in the future to discuss it again with the benefactor. However, this has nothing to do with strength. I still wish to test the benefactor’s strength.”

“Jingtai is dead, and you still want to fight?”

“Whether His Majesty is dead or not has nothing to do with this monk’s inquiries.”

“Heh, interesting.”

“What does the benefactor think?”

“Then come on, Dao, you are no match. Strength, you are even less of one!”

Ye Xiangnan’s aura suddenly erupted, exuding incredibly strong confidence.

“Please.”

At the rearmost position of the Forbidden Army in the capital, a black-armored soldier watched the collapse of Jingtai and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, softly muttering:

“Trash is just trash…”

At the critical moment of Jingtai’s confrontation, he felt something was wrong with his whole body, whether it was the Primordial Spirit or Essence Blood, everything was stagnating. Naturally, this was his handiwork.

Since he had foreseen Jingtai’s schemes in advance, how could he not be prepared?

Not only was there a problem with the Blood Pond under Purple Gold Mountain, but there was also an issue with the blood borrowed from Wu Daozi. Initially, he personally took action when Wu Daozi was seriously injured and unaware.

He left his own methods behind.

Aside from himself, no one else noticed.

And when it was time to clash, it was the time to erupt.

The death is good, the death is good.

Chen Yuan cannot be killed for the time being, but at least the chaos in the world is complete, and it could be said that his death also had a bit of his contribution, enough to comfort the Xiang family disciples who died at the hands of the court for over two hundred years.

“Huh….”

He also softly exhaled a cloud of murky air, prepared to quietly leave.

After Jingtai’s death, whether he reveals himself or not is no longer that important.

At the very least, Chen Yuan should still be able to save half a life.

The majority of people on the scene, although various thoughts flashed through their minds, their gaze at this moment subconsciously still lingered at the center of the previous clash.

As the aftermath swept through, the light from above the Nine Heavens gradually extinguished.

It seemed that the dust had settled.

Finally, as the light dissipated, a figure with tattered clothes stood above the firmament, with a point of black light still shining where the clash took place.

They shattered the void just like that.

One can imagine how terrifying their confrontation was.

The mask of the original Asura Demon Lord had now shattered and collapsed, replaced by the true face of Chen Yuan, along with mysterious patterns on his face yet to fully dissipate.

After the clothes burst, it revealed Chen Yuan’s well-built physique. Although there were bloodstains etched across, there was also a strange beauty.

“Cough, cough…”

Chen Yuan coughed lightly twice, with a trail of crimson spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Even standing at the center of confrontation, despite his mighty physical strength, despite being protected by Moluo, he was still heavily injured.

Ultimately, no matter how strong the defense, it couldn’t withstand the void of this human world.

With the void shattered, one can imagine the pressure a human would endure.

Chen Yuan opened his eyes, glanced at the original spot where Jingtai was, and a hint of unusual seriousness flashed in his eyes.

He really wanted Jingtai dead.

He very much wanted it, and for this, he paid a considerable price.

But…

What made it unfortunate was that Jingtai was not dead yet!

It wasn’t because he sensed some aura. In fact, even Xiang Qianqiu didn’t think Jingtai would survive; how could he sense it? The source of his conjecture was… Qi Fortune!

Yes, Qi Fortune!

If Jingtai were dead, that purple Qi Fortune would have been absorbed by the Qi Fortune Altar, thus guiding his next opportunity, but sadly, he didn’t feel the Qi Fortune entering his body.

Thus, there was only one possibility.

Which is,

Jingtai,

is still alive!

Chen Yuan ignored the speculations and glances from below, he just looked ahead and softly said:

“I know, you’re not dead yet.”

The void was silent, yet his voice resonated in everyone’s ears.

Gu Tianqiong, Sima Che, Jiang He, Dongfang Sheng, the four Bodhisattvas, and even Ye Xiangnan and Manjusri all at that moment, suddenly focused their gaze.

Jingtai (His Majesty) is not dead yet?

Xiang Qianqiu had been ready to leave, but upon hearing this soft voice, his brows furrowed suddenly, pupils constricted, somewhat in disbelief; had his plan fallen through?

Jingtai… is still alive?!

“Heh heh… hahaha…. Chen Yuan, I underestimated you before, actually being able to see that I am not dead, indeed not simple.”

The originally departed Jingtai’s voice rolled like thunder across the void.

Xiang Qianqiu was stunned for a moment, fists tightened.

This is… what situation?

The body shattered and the Primordial Spirit scattered.

How could he still not be dead?

Where did something go wrong?

What… place?

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes, with a look of shock in them.

In the void that had already calmed, mysterious rays of light illuminated heaven and earth, over the capital, the endless Great Jin’s national fortune surged, converging toward Purple Gold Mountain.

A somewhat illusory figure solidified between heaven and earth.

That is…. Jingtai!

Although his form seemed somewhat illusory, there was no doubt that he wasn’t dead!

Jingtai’s appearance gradually became clear, the fear in his eyes just dispersed. Earlier, many of his schemes fell through, decades of accumulation ruined in an instant.

But it didn’t mean he was just dead.

“Chen Yuan, you and Ksitigarbha, indeed mighty, leaving precautions in advance, the Power of Incense, my body condensed by a million Essence Blood, all shattered by you.

But to think you can kill me like this, underestimating me is too much.

My plans aren’t limited to this, speaking of which, I should thank you for shattering my True Body, allowing my Primordial Spirit to scatter into the world, merging with the national fortune.

Do you wonder why I underwent that heavenly tribulation? Do you wonder why I removed the karma from my body? Indeed, my goal was precisely for the Power of National Fortune.

I initially planned to harness the Power of National Fortune to possess the power of the Immortal God, but now I find, that’s still not enough, as of now, I have merged into one with the Great Jin’s national fortune.

If Great Jin doesn’t perish, then I won’t perish.

If Great Jin doesn’t fall, then I shall live forever, undying!”

The corner of Jingtai’s mouth curled into a smile.

If it weren’t for Chen Yuan shattering him, he wouldn’t have had the opportunity to reach this stage, eternal life undying…. this is a realm even Immortals cannot achieve, yet he has reached it now.

“Chen Yuan, the previous battle was already your limit, wasn’t it? Now…. what power do you still have to defeat me? Hahaha… Killing you, killing everyone here, and my kingdom shall be eternally secure!

No matter how much you calculated, could you anticipate the current situation? Surrender, and I’ll give you one last chance to live. As long as you are willing to serve me forever, I can still offer you wealth and glory.”

“Your Taoist Divine Palace also need not be destroyed!”

A light flashed behind Chen Yuan, a feeling of detachment lingered in his heart, Moluo’s power slowly retreated, he glanced at Jingtai, then glanced at Chen Yuan and sent a voice message:

“From here on, it’s up to you.”

“Senior….”

“Someone has come to find me.”

After speaking, Moluo no longer lingered, turning to meld into the void.

Once Moluo left, the pressure fell entirely on Chen Yuan.

He took a deep breath, looked up, capable of sensing Jingtai’s current power, indeed formidable, being truly integrated with the national fortune, yet not without opportunity.

He raised his head, looking at Jingtai, speaking in a deep voice:

“If I can kill you once, I can annihilate you a second time!”

Jingtai laughed; though without arrogance in expression, it carried a slight air of disdain:

“Even if Ksitigarbha doesn’t leave, even if he were still here, he wouldn’t have the power or means to kill me, and with your current self….. on what basis?”

“Only due to your arrogance?”

Chen Yuan met Jingtai’s gaze, spoke in a deep voice:

“On my own, so what?”

“Heh heh….then you, shall fall.”

“Jingtai, you think you’ve won?”

“Isn’t it so?”

“But in reality, you…. are merely seeking your own death!”

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