OBS Chapter 326 Li Jing!
Chapter 326 Li Jing!
"Exactly! How come we owe the Human Education a debt of 16,000 years!"
This is also a troublesome matter.
I'll go find Wukong another day; this debt is for him to bear.
When he makes a ruckus in Heaven to steal peaches and elixirs in the future, it will be fair to make him bring me a share.
……
The moon sets and the sun rises.
Another day has passed.
The little golden crow rises from the east without ceasing for 365 days a year, and as its rosy glow spreads across the earth, it marks the most important day for Li Jing.
Early in the morning, the table was moved outside the tent.
His face was frighteningly pale, yet he still kept himself impeccably clean. The general's robes hung loosely on him, long since devoid of their former majesty.
But today, he still felt radiant.
The Taoist Ran Deng glanced at it and saw that the scarecrow had begun to bleed. The blood-red liquid had soaked through the straw and flowed down the table, dripping and splashing into a small blood pit at Li Jing's feet.
He smiled.
He bowed to the Emperor and said:
"Zhao Gongming is very capable. He will definitely not be a low-level god if he is listed on the list in the future. This will make up for his long years of hard work in cultivation."
"Beat the drums and signal the start of the battle!"
At a command.
The bugle calls shook the heavens.
The Taoist Ran Deng led the disciples of the Chan Sect, while Wen Zhong and Zhao Gongming led the disciples of the Jie Sect, facing off in front of the Ten Deadly Formations.
Only this final bow remains, and Zhao Gongming will be beheaded.
Those in the know all sighed in regret.
The sika deer that was riding on the Burning Lamp Taoist's mount had been cut in half by the Golden Dragon Scissors borrowed by Zhao Gongming. Now, as it walked forward, it lacked the majesty of a powerful figure.
A powerful opening statement:
"Fellow Daoist Gongming, our duel has ended inconclusively, so let's settle the matter today."
Zhao Gongming's eyes flashed with disdain as he spoke in a barely audible voice:
"The Chan Sect, what a prestigious and righteous sect! Do you really think I don't know what you've been up to in secret?"
The Taoist Ran Deng remained standing upright. Seeing that Zhao Gongming had indeed reached his limit on the seventh day, just as Lu Ya Taoist had said, he also stepped back and said:
"Since you are unwell, it would be unfair for me to win. Let someone else do it."
He then glanced sideways at the Twelve Golden Immortals behind him and asked:
"Zhao Gongming can no longer unleash even one-tenth of his magical power. Who among you is willing to perform such a great service for the Great Zhou?"
The twelve Golden Immortals looked at each other, but none of them expressed their opinion.
Although Zhao Gongming was cursed by the Seven Arrows of Nailhead, his magic weapon was unaffected and remained powerful.
Which one of them hadn't been beaten up by Zhao Gongming at least once?
No one responded immediately.
Enraged, Daoist Ran Deng glared at them with a look of disappointment, then shifted his gaze to the third-generation disciples:
"You guys go and give it a try."
For a third-generation disciple to fight against the eldest outer disciple of the Jie Sect was truly an insult to Zhao Gongming.
Of the third-generation disciples on this side, besides Jinzha and Muzha who were absent, there were six or seven others.
"go!"
With a roar, the lamp was lit.
Seven figures rose out of thin air and surrounded Zhao Gongming from all sides.
Sitting atop the black tiger, Zhao Gongming merely lowered his eyes and let out a cold snort. The divine whip in his hand seemed to come alive as it swung, blocking their attacks time and time again.
At this moment, Daoist Ran Deng vanished from his spot and appeared beside Li Jing, giving the order:
"Let's begin the final bow."
Li Jing straightened his clothes, knelt down with a thud, and a look of ecstatic joy appeared on his face.
Seeing that Jinzha and Muzha were about to kneel down as well, Daoist Ran Deng raised his hand and said:
"One person is enough to kneel in the main position. The two of you go to the front lines and launch a surprise attack on Zhao Gongming."
They were initially reluctant, having knelt for seven days, but unexpectedly, the credit still fell on their father. However, upon further reflection, they realized that Zhao Gongming would die suddenly, and if they could seize the credit, even without receiving any divine favor, it would still become a legendary tale in the future.
That's the top outer disciple of the Jie Sect!
To die by one's own hand—who in the Three Realms wouldn't sigh, "The younger generation is truly formidable"?
Having thought this through, the two stopped worrying about kneeling and leaped towards the Ten Deadly Formations.
The Taoist Ran Deng carefully examined the physical saint he had calculated, hoping that no further changes would occur.
He looked at Li Jing:
"I have entrusted this task to you, so do not disappoint me."
Li Jing knelt down before the Taoist Ran Deng with a thud, expressing his loyalty:
"Master, Li Jing will never let you down!"
Looking at the kneeling person, Randeng only remembered that Li Jing had also knelt on the altar in the same way for the past seven days, cursing Zhao Gongming to die suddenly. Immediately, a thought of 'him being unlucky' lingered in his mind.
I instinctively took two steps to the side and dodged it.
He couldn't bring himself to say a few more words of advice, and left with his hands behind his back.
Seeing that the Daoist Ran Deng had vanished, Li Jing moved to the altar and bowed deeply with utmost reverence:
"Die quickly. If you die, I can be the general again and become an immortal."
He bowed down.
It felt as if thousands of needles were coursing through Li Jing's meridians, causing him to break out in a cold sweat despite the pain.
Another bow,
Li Jing's breathing became rapid, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
My vision is blurry and I can't see clearly.
If anyone were here, they would see that Li Jing was bleeding from all seven orifices.
Even though he was in excruciating pain and could barely move, he still persevered because of his desire for status and power.
He forced himself to perform the final bow.
Bang.
His forehead touched the ground.
The curse is complete.
Li Jing was overjoyed.
next moment,
He felt as if the needles all over his body had turned into sharp blades, drilling into his internal organs.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, as unorthodox and evil practices defied the heavens, and the thunderclouds churned in disarray.
This phenomenon occurred.
Zhao Gongming, who was in Qishan, suddenly sensed something and unleashed all the Dinghai Pearls in his hand, striking Jinzha and Muzha, who had just arrived, in the chest. Explosions rang out in front of their chests.
Then he fell out like a rag doll.
After landing, all the meridians in his body were severed, and apart from his eyes, he was like a cripple.
Jinzha murmured:
"Didn't you already have no magic power?"
Mu Zha coughed up blood, feeling as if his heart was being clenched tightly.
"How come he's still alive?"
Zhao Gongming exchanged a glance with Yang Jiao, then tapped his toes to bind Lei Zhenzi and the others with his divine whip, leaving only the agile Nezha and Yang Jian.
Yang Jian frowned.
There's always this misconception that Zhao Gongming deliberately avoided attacking them.
The moment Nezha threw the Universe Ring, Zhao Gongming, who was trying to dodge, suddenly swayed and was hit by the Universe Ring as if out of control.
He coughed up blood and staggered back dozens of meters.
The Taoist Ran Deng's eyes gleamed with a sharp light.
Overjoyed, he said:
"It's done!"
Just as Zhao Gongming managed to stand still, he only caught a glimpse of the blade's cold light out of the corner of his eye. He focused his mind and did not dodge, but his body was pierced through.
Then, the light dispersed.
When the body dies, the Dao vanishes.
Nezha and Yang Jian stared at each other strangely.
"You killed a Great Immortal?"
Yang Jian did not answer, but stared at the spot where Zhao Gongming had disappeared. Then he suddenly looked up and saw his sister Yang Jiao waving to him with a sly smile on her face above the clouds.
He lowered his head, a smile playing on his lips.
really.
"Yes, I killed him."
Everyone felt as if they were in a dream.
That Great Golden Immortal, the god-like Zhao Gongming, who single-handedly faced twelve Golden Immortals without being at a disadvantage and even gave each of them a pig's head as a bonus, died so lightly.
They only felt that the unorthodox techniques of the Demon Court were extremely terrifying.
Fortunately, Lu Ya did not reveal any more of his strength, otherwise someone with such a high level of cultivation and so many powerful methods could kill someone invisibly.
……
Within Zhou's camp.
Li Jing, lying prone on the ground and panting heavily, clung tightly to the withered grass, his breathing growing weaker and weaker.
A line of bloody tears streamed from his eyes.
"No, it can't be...like this..."
Why do I suffer so much after cursing someone?
Li Jing reached out and gripped one of the legs of the altar tightly, trying to prop himself up, but he couldn't get up no matter what he did.
Under the force, the altar was pulled askew.
The lamp fell, spilling oil all over him. The flame from the wick instantly engulfed Li Jing, making him burn like the largest lamp.
Engulfed in flames, he still struggled against death.
The altar collapsed with a bang at that moment.
The offered fruit rolled all over the ground.
A "poof" sound.
A scarecrow fell down a meter in front of Li Jing, and his expression darkened as he crawled to pick it up.
"You've done a great service, you've done a great service..."
He was in excruciating pain, as if knives were cutting his flesh, but he still struggled to crawl and pick up the scarecrow.
That was his hope of returning to his position as commander-in-chief.
Li Jing crawled, leaving a trail of blood beneath him. It was a short distance, but it took him a very long time to crawl.
We stopped several times along the way.
The war between Shang and Zhou was still ongoing, but Yang Jiao arrived here immediately. Seeing Li Jing's appearance, she finally smiled.
The Mosquito Taoist whispered to himself:
"He's so pitiful."
Blood beads kept secreting from its body, staining it completely red, just like that scarecrow.
Yang Jiao snorted:
“Back then, Nezha was in a worse situation than him.”
"Hmm?" Mosquito Taoist didn't know what Nezha looked like before, but when Yang Jiao mentioned it, she felt angry. Although Mosquito didn't know the past, she knew how he treated Nezha differently, so she stepped on the scarecrow and asked, "Do you want this?"
As he spoke, Mosquito Taoist pushed off with his feet.
Li Jing cried out in terror.
The blood in my body was flowing out even faster.
It was a pain as if a mountain had rolled over him.
Li Jing's eyes bulged out as he waved them repeatedly, trying to pick up the scarecrow.
Mosquito Taoist let out a disgusted "Eh?" and stepped back.
"His hands were covered in dirty blood! He almost got Mosquito's shoes dirty."
As soon as the flattened scarecrow was revealed, Li Jing held it in his hand as if it were a precious treasure, and kept patting the mud off the scarecrow.
This was his last hope.
But as he patted it, the writing on the straw figure gradually became clearer.
Li Jing looked at it with eyes wide open as if they were about to burst.
There was a name written on it:
Li Jing!