Chapter 1699 — The Hermit of Dragon Mountain

He looked into the waters of the Celestial River's tributary, then raised his right foot and stamped down heavily.

The river waters churned, and from the river flew out silver fish, one after another! Shang Pingyin shot all the silver fish dead; they exploded, shattering into countless components—they were all forged from divine gold and divine iron, serving as Meng Yungui's eyes and ears!

"Still other eyes and ears! " The vertical eye at Shang Pingyin's brow blazed with light.

He bellowed, urging the power of his Sage Pupil to its utmost, piercing through the void, and saw that in the empty space surrounding the Southern Heaven Pass, mirrors hung suspended one after another!

Shang Pingyin shot these bright mirrors to pieces, then looked downward and saw that in the Nether Capital, enormous demonic sage eye-orbs had been refined into treasures, gazing faintly at this place.

"Meng Yungui, you are indeed my worthy adversary!

" Shang Pingyin's right index finger traced rapidly through the air, drawing a talisman of the Nether Capital's great dao, imprinting it upon his divine bow.

He drew the bow and shot arrow after arrow, blasting those demon-god eyes to pieces.

Now all of Meng Yungui's arrangements had been removed by him, and Shang Pingyin could finally set his heart at ease. Just then, suddenly a mass of gray clouds rose within the pass, and within the clouds were countless strange insects, large of head and small of body, with numberless compound eyes upon their heads, buzzing as they flew up.

Those strange insects' compound eyes reflected the scenes of the battlefield, vivid and clear. Shang Pingyin opened his mouth and spat a mouthful of divine fire, burning all the strange insects to nothing.

Meng Yungui sighed inwardly.

His time was too short, his forces too weak; he had not prepared more measures. Had he been given time to make arrangements at leisure, he could absolutely have prevented Shang Pingyin from breaking them.

Now he had lost his grasp of the overall situation, and if he held on, his entire army would certainly be annihilated. Meng Yungui personally commanded the rear guard, withdrawing toward the great pass.

Shang Pingyin pursued the victory, chasing all the way to beneath the great pass, when suddenly countless banners fluttered within the pass and the formation was stern and orderly.

Shang Pingyin was startled and hastily ordered his troops to halt, lest there be some ambush, and Meng Yungui seized the opportunity to enter the city. "How many men did Meng Yungui bring to the Southern Heaven this time?

" Shang Pingyin summoned a man and inquired.

That soldier said: "Reporting to the Celestial Master, Meng Yungui brought a hundred thousand Yuhua Camp soldiers this time, and not a single soldier from any other army. " "This pass is an empty city!

" Shang Pingyin's eyes lit up, and he said in a stern voice: "Attack the city!

" Boom! The Southern Heaven Pass, which had seemed incomparably majestic, collapsed with a thunderous roar under the assault of the Divine Martial Two Guards!

Within the city, Meng Yungui sighed and shouted: "Fight as we retreat, hold the Southern Heaven to the death!

" The Yuhua Camp soldiers fought in a bath of blood, yet facing the ferocious might of the Divine Martial Two Guards, their casualties mounted, and around Meng Yungui, familiar figures fell one after another. As he had said, they were doomed to defeat, with not the slightest hope of victory.

Even though he had long foreseen this outcome, seeing it with his own eyes still filled his heart with desolation.

The power of the Divine Martial Two Guards' battle formation had gradually erupted, growing ever stronger; with each attack, hundreds fell around him.

Wherever the battle formation passed, mountains toppled, the heavens collapsed, and sun and moon lost their light!

Through these days of slaughter, the Divine Martial Two Guards' advantage had been brought out by Shang Pingyin.

As demigods, their bodies were mighty, tireless in battle, and moreover the Divine Martial Two Guards' soldiers had exceedingly high cultivation, having already worn down the Yuhua Camp's soldiers.

If the battle continued, the Yuhua Camp and Meng Yungui with them would certainly be annihilated to the last man!

At last, the Divine Martial Two Guards' formation diagram was urged to its utmost, and surges of imperial might soared into the sky from the formation diagram, like heavenly palaces merging together to form the great Celestial Court formation of eighteen heavenly palaces.

Meng Yungui's face was ashen.

This was the formation diagram that the four great Celestial Masters had jointly created; among the four, he had rendered the greatest merit, contributing the greater part of the formation diagram's structure. In the battle pursuing Wuyou Township, by means of this formation he had overwhelmed Langwan, slain countless Wuyou Township soldiers, and forced Wuyou Township's four Celestial Masters to join forces in opposition before they could hold back the Celestial Court's offensive.

Yet this time, he and his Yulin Army would be buried by the very weapon he himself had designed! He turned to look back at the Southern Heaven, his heart blank: "I should not have listened to Yuchenzi, should not have listened to the Mu Heavenly Venerable.

Dreams—heh heh. .

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" Then suddenly his spirit rallied, all his dharma power erupting, and wrapping up all the surviving soldiers of the Yuhua Camp, he said in a stern voice: "Brothers, come with me to death—are you willing? " "This is our honor!

" Laughter rang out again and again.

Within the formation, divine light soared into the sky, and one figure after another stood with him, facing the Divine Martial Two Guards! Seeing this, Shang Pingyin shook his head: "Overestimating their own strength.

" The two great formations collided, and the Yuhua Camp was about to be completely submerged, when suddenly a jade pillar of incomparable thickness descended from the heavens, spinning, and with a thud drove into the center of the two great formations, sending mud and mountain rock flying in all directions! Beneath the jade pillar, a great fellow with a dragon's head and a turtle's back strained to rotate the pillar, and the twenty-eight heavens instantly swelled with a howl, countless heavy treasures appearing within the twenty-eight heavens, their radiance shooting in all directions, breaking the Divine Martial Two Guards' formation and sending the hundred-thousand-strong army of gods and demons flying on the spot!

The twenty-eight heavens shifted and interleaved in succession, gathering Meng Yungui and the surviving Yuhua Camp soldiers into the heavens. Meng Yungui and the others, unable to control themselves, landed upon one heavy treasure after another, astonished and uncertain.

They had thought they would surely die, yet unexpectedly they had not died—they had been saved.

"Fortunately I was not too late. " A familiar voice reached Shang Pingyin's ears, and his expression changed drastically.

He hastily looked toward the sound and saw that atop the jade pillar and the twenty-eight heavens stood a youth with a qilin's head and a human body, his garments fluttering. "The Hermit of Dragon Mountain!

" Shang Pingyin blurted out.

"It is indeed this Long.

" The dragon-qilin stood at the highest point, gazing from afar at Shang Pingyin, and smiled: "Shang Pingyin, sixty thousand years since we parted—we meet again.

" The Celestial Court's great army surged mightily toward the Origin Realm, and ahead of them the waters of the Celestial River had already flowed downstream, pouring into the Origin Realm. Suddenly, the Heavenly Observation Bureau came rushing to report: "Your Majesty, there are strange signs in the Southern Heaven.