Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 389 - 219 Heavenly King’s game_3

Peng Sheng’s hair was already bristling with rage, and the rest of the clan members were being shrouded by the Heavenly Ghost Map. Only he, an eight-incense-stick human demigod, still had the ability to resist.

He opened his arms and called out to the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree: "Please, Ancestor Tree, grant your blessing! I will use twenty-four Divine Images to battle the Heavenly Ghost!"

The Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree was also fighting desperately; each of its leaves radiated a bloody crimson light, its form growing rapidly larger.

The trunk became extraordinarily thick, and the spreading canopy could envelop the entire Peng Town.

Thousands of branches pierced into Peng Sheng’s body, lifting him high into the air.

Suspended upside down, Peng Sheng’s Bone Needle swiftly etched the first Divine Tattoo onto his body—Heavenly Official Blessing.

At this moment, Peng Sheng merged with the Ancestor Tree. As the tattoo appeared on his body, it also manifested on the tree’s trunk.

When the Heavenly Official Blessing tattoo was completed,

the tree’s branches snapped by the thousands, scattering through the air like drifting cotton.

Peng Sheng grew noticeably older, his body thinning and shrinking.

The Heavenly Official Tattoo, formed from his spirit, flesh, and the strength of the Ancestor Tree, emerged from the trunk, flew into the Heavenly Dome, and violently collided with the Heavenly Ghost Map coiled in the sky.

"Boom!"

The Heavenly Ghost Map immediately showed cracks,

while the Heavenly Official Tattoo shattered upon impact, disintegrating into countless crystalline fragments that dispersed wildly in every direction.

A sound like the falling of a Heavenly Star reverberated throughout Peng Town, causing every clan member to cover their ears, stunned by the impact.

Peng Hou’s body, resembling the Heavenly Ghost Map, also began to crack.

Having landed the first strike, Peng Sheng wasted no time as he directed the Bone Needle to etch a second Divine Tattoo onto his flesh—the White Tiger Head.

He and the Ancestor Tree continued to fight in a life-for-life exchange, using one Divine Image after another to attack Peng Hou.

Peng Hou’s spirit suffered damage, and the oppressive weight of the Heavenly Ghost Map lessened abruptly. Some six-incense-stick clan members managed to break free from its grip and began running madly toward the Ancestor Tree.

"Ancestor Tree, grant your blessing! Clan member Shi Baijiang offers his life in exchange for life to fight Peng Hou’s Heavenly Ghost!"

"Clan member Peng Tianyang vows to battle the Heavenly Ghost!"

More and more clan members, suffused with an overwhelming sense of hatred and burning war intent, were lifted by the branches of the Ancestor Tree, suspended upside down.

One Divine Image after another was etched into flesh at the cost of the clan members’ lives, emerging from the trunk of the Ancestor Tree, rising to the skies, and ramming into the Heavenly Ghost Map.

Strike,

Strike,

Using the most primal battle techniques, fueled by boundless war intent, the clan members of the Tree Clan, each more fiercely resolute than the last, battered the Heavenly Ghost Map until it was largely shattered.

Having sacrificed nine Divine Images already, Peng Sheng’s hair had turned completely white, his figure resembling a gaunt and shriveled elder.

But he continued to fight for the fate of the Tree Clan.

Peng Hou’s Heavenly Ghost Map, forged from the lives of the clan, was now being destroyed by those same lives. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

The clan’s fierce resistance finally instilled fear in Peng Hou.

He had originally believed that after the clan’s twelve most elite members were sacrificed in the Heavenly God ritual, leaving only Peng Sheng, the Tree Clan would have no strength to resist.

But when every member of the Tree Clan, freed from the shackles of the Heavenly Ghost, unhesitatingly used their blood and lives to fight against him—a God-level Alien Ghost—

he finally understood that the Tree Clan’s greatest power was not incense offerings but the courage of the clan.

"Ming Stone Heavenly King, hurry and descend! I can’t hold on any longer!"

Peng Hou finally lost his God-level composure and pleaded to the Three-headed Stone Buddha, who was currently merging the three flesh vessels.

But the merging process was not going smoothly,

because Zhou Xuan was there.

During the battle between the Tree Clan and the Heavenly Ghost Map, Zhou Xuan, armed with the Sukuna Hand, had already broken free of control.

He stood before the three flesh vessels and called out to the Blood Well, swallowing, swallowing, endlessly swallowing.

"Well, I can’t feel you now, but I know you’re in my Divine Revelation. Come out and devour these flesh vessels!"

In the Totem Hall, Zhou Xuan’s Divine Revelation, Blood Well, Magic Artifact connection, and links to his sister and the Ancient Clan hanging on him had all been severed.

Through the Blood Well, he had returned to 300 years ago, and all connections were still severed.

But severing the links did not mean the Divine Revelation was gone.

The Divine Revelation Secret Realm existed within Zhou Xuan’s body.

With Zhou Xuan’s call,

a crimson vortex appeared beneath his feet, and the blood within the Blood Well surged madly, transforming into countless tentacles that grasped and crushed flesh, devouring them in a frenzy.

"Stone Buddha, motherfucker, you still want to descend? Descend, my ass! Well, hurry up and eat!"

Zhou Xuan’s strategy against the Three-headed Stone Buddha was equally primal: the vessels were the ship delivering the Stone Buddha to Jing Country; wreck the ship, let’s see how you land.

The Three-headed Stone Buddha hadn’t anticipated Zhou Xuan to be so troublesome, using such a "despicable" method to block his perfect descent.

But his power was vastly superior to Zhou Xuan’s—even if he hadn’t descended, he could kill Zhou Xuan effortlessly.

The Stone Buddha chanted a Buddha mantra,

and a ghostly blue light opened on Zhou Xuan’s chest, mirroring the light on Hua Girl’s chest.

The light expanded gradually, and in mere moments, Zhou Xuan was swallowed by the light and vanished.

"You cannot stop me from descending..."

"Well, eat! Keep eating!"

In less than a few moments, Zhou Xuan, who had just vanished, returned once more. He continued driving the Blood Well to devour the flesh vessels frantically.

Time manipulators, neither birthed nor dying.

Even 300 years ago, though Zhou Xuan’s incense cultivation wasn’t high, he could not die... the concept of death did not apply to him—no matter how many times the Three-headed Stone Buddha killed him, he would resurrect immediately.

"Eat, Well, seize the opportunity to gorge yourself!"

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