Chapter 208 The fifth level of evil ghost, the picture of the evil ghost of the king!
“Your Majesty, please take care of yourself!”

After the Yulin Guards withdrew, Dai Quan walked out from the shadows, knelt before Emperor Kaiyuan, and whispered advice.

“You old fellow, you have been with me for most of my life without me noticing…”

“I’m fine, I just thought about those killers back then.”

Emperor Kaiyuan said this and looked to the west.

It seemed as if he wanted to cross the space and see the thrilling and bloody battle in the distance.

“After today, Daqian will no longer have four kings of different surnames…”

“The Kong family will also be seriously injured!”

“I have cleared the obstacles for the emperor. The rest depends on him.”

After a long time, a faint sigh was heard in the Huangji Palace.

……

200 miles west of Xishan

More than ten rarely seen fourth realm masters were fighting here.

When the forces of heaven and earth collided, the horrifying aftermath caused the sky to change color and the earth to tremble and crack!
A vast wasteland has turned into a basin.

At the very bottom, groundwater is already seeping out.

It can be seen from this that it won’t be long after this battle before this place turns into a lake.

Hundreds of miles of barren land around will be nourished and become fertile land.

This is the terrifying power of the fourth realm.

With a wave of his hand, the mountains and rivers changed color.

As Jia Cong’s divine seal flew around, he fought alone against Mingxin and Mingyun, two middle-stage Yin gods from the Jingming Sect.

With the help of Confucian and Taoist magical powers, he seemed to be at a disadvantage and a little embarrassed, but his eyes always remained calm.

The white tiger he was riding had transformed into the true form of a demon king as big as a mountain, and was fighting fiercely with Yansheng Duke Kong Yanjin.

Baochai’s true dragon body swayed as she confronted the two great scholar elders of the Kong family!
With the strength of the middle stage of the fourth realm and relying on his domineering dragon body, he actually had the upper hand against the two early stage great scholars.

The two great Confucian scholars were in danger.

The evil ghost commander and the martial arts master of the Kong family both manifested their martial arts forms and fought back and forth.

There are two left.

The Kong family worshipped Kong Yanming from the Laoshan School and Xuan Yangzi, the supreme elder of Wuyi Mountain.

They fought against the blood dragon and Miaoyu respectively.

Among them, the Blood Dragon was the weakest and was beaten badly by Kong Yanming.

When the dragon soul and dragon spirit merged into one, the blood dragon’s body became stable.

In addition, the body itself is made of rare treasures.

Especially resistant to beatings.

Even if Kong Yanming wanted to win, it would not be possible in a short time.

……

“The Kong family is serious this time!”

“Hiss! The Eight Lords are at the fourth level…”

“When did the fourth realm become so worthless?”

“Marquis Jing’an actually fought two people alone. What strength…”

In the distance, several masters of the third realm were hiding in the dark, watching this shocking battle with fear and trepidation.

The aftermath of any fight can wipe out the third realm, which is so high and mighty in the eyes of ordinary people.

The Chief of Ziwei Division Liu Jinghao, a fourth-level deputy chief from Gezhao Mountain, and Ge Li from Gexian Sect were also hiding in the sky watching the battle.

Ziweisi will not interfere in the internal strife of the royal family.

However, the fourth major battle took place in the capital area.

No matter what, people from Ziweisi must be present.

……

“Master, take action!”

No one expected that the Kong family would gather eight fourth-level masters this time.

It was still so difficult to fight with eight against six.

If we continue to follow this trend, we will certainly win.

But it was definitely a pyrrhic victory.

It is even unclear whether Jia Cong can be kept.

From the perspective of the Kong family, if Jia Cong were allowed to escape, it would cause endless harm.

An elder of the Kong family couldn’t help but shout.

“There are gentlemen who are not benevolent, but there are no villains who are benevolent.”

Upon hearing this, Kong Yanjin knew that he could not delay any longer.

He immediately recited the sage’s classics. His majestic literary spirit swept across like a hurricane, carrying the power of heaven and earth.

It formed a golden “Ren” character, dozens of feet high.

High in the sky, it illuminates the area within a radius of dozens of miles as bright as day.

The terrifying Confucian and Taoist magical powers directly broke through the White Tiger’s evil spirit, forcing the White Tiger to retreat several miles to temporarily avoid the attack.

“Jia Cong, you forced me to do this!”

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kong Yanjin took out a scroll.

There was a stern look in his eyes.

Then a mouthful of golden blood spurted onto the scroll.

His originally rosy face instantly turned as pale as paper.

The hair also turned gray.

The blood I just spit out was not just the essence of my heart.

It is also mixed with a small amount of literary essence.

Even if he was a middle-level scholar, he would be seriously injured after this.

After absorbing the essence of Hongru and a small amount of Wenpo essence.

The void shook!
It was as if the whole world had come to a standstill.

The scroll burst into brilliant light, and then slowly unfolded!

Above the sky, strange phenomena are appearing all around.

The shadow of a hideous evil ghost appeared.

His body was hunched and skinny, but extremely tall, as if he was standing upright.

A pair of eyes were like burning blood-red flames, flashing with madness and hatred in the darkness, making people dare not look into their eyes, for fear of being swallowed by the endless resentment.

The fangs were sharp and long, protruding abruptly from the twisted mouth, dripping with sticky black liquid.

The dark blue skin was covered with criss-crossing scars and strange lines.

It was clearly a dazzling golden sight, but it gave people an extremely eerie look.

“This is……”

“The semi-saint literary treasure, the painting saint Wu Daozi’s “Heavenly King and Evil Ghost Picture”!”

“It is said that the last scroll of Wu Daozi’s later years was the killing of a fifth-level evil spirit, which was incorporated into the painting.”

In the distance, Ge Li saw the strange vision revealed in the scroll and immediately remembered the secrets recorded in the Gexian Sect, and his face changed instantly.

Wu Daozi is the pinnacle of painting.

In the past, he achieved semi-saint status through painting.

The word “brilliant brushwork” is not enough to describe the horror of his painting skills.

He was famous for his landscape paintings in his early years, and his painting reached its peak in his later years.

Most of his paintings were of evil ghosts and evil Buddhas, which appeared particularly evil and strange.

This painting, “Heavenly King and Evil Ghosts”, was the last painting he made in his later years.

After finishing the painting, he would stop writing and wait for his life to run out.

If it was some other semi-saint treasure, it would be fine.

This painting incorporates the residual soul of a fifth-level evil spirit to form the artistic conception.

He is so vicious and evil that even the people who use him are afraid of backlash.

You also need to sacrifice your blood and a portion of your essence in advance to prevent the evil spirit from attacking you the moment it appears.

Previously, the Kong family specially sent an elder of the Hongru clan whose life span was about to expire, just to use this semi-saint treasure.

Now, that great scholar was killed by Jia Cong.

It can only be used by Kong Yanjin, the Duke of Yansheng.

“This cultural treasure has been lost since Wu Daozi’s death.”

“How could it fall into the hands of the Kong family?”

It is precisely because of such harsh conditions of use that the power of this semi-saint treasure is rarely matched in the same level.

Seeing that the phantom of the evil ghost was gradually condensing into substance, Ge Li couldn’t help but feel worried for Jia Cong.

……

“Hahaha!”

“Jia Cong, no matter how amazing your talent is, you will die in the hands of my Kong family today!”

The loss of his essence, blood, and literary spirit caused Kong Yanjin to feel unbearable pain.

Falling into an unprecedented state of weakness.

But his spirit was extremely shocked.

Laughing wildly.

But the next second, the laughter stopped abruptly as Jia Cong took out something.

(End of this chapter)