Chapter 185 Is This God’s Will?

"Buzz!" A human-shaped lightning flashed through the void, and the right arm seemed to be melted by fire, with unparalleled power, forcibly tearing apart the layers of the world in front of Zixia. Before Zixia could react, the hot arm had already grasped her throat like an iron clamp, and the air seemed to be filled with the wail of space being torn apart.

"Break - two - worlds!"

Although these four words were not uttered by the mouth of human-shaped lightning, they were like the deepest imprint between heaven and earth, exploding directly in Zixia's consciousness and shaking her soul.

This assassination was simply thrilling. The law of space was used to the extreme, as if even time was locked by it, leaving people with nowhere to escape and they could only face this fatal blow in despair.

There was a flash of shock in Zixia's eyes. In her mind, countless "Tao" trajectories flashed rapidly, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

In an instant, Zixia's head was separated from her body.

But Zixia did not die.

Her eyes suddenly turned into two bright balls of light, like two rising suns, illuminating the space shrouded in death. Her aura rose steadily at this moment, as if it was about to break through the sky. On her body, white and crystal lines emerged, which were the breath of the avenue flowing, and every inch of her skin was emitting a dazzling light. The broken neck also recovered at an astonishing speed at this moment, and the blood and energy were like a dragon, protecting her body.

The blood roared in her veins like the beating of a war drum, and an unyielding fighting spirit burst out from her body and soared into the sky. She seemed to have transformed into an ancient god, emitting a sacred and solemn glow.

Zixia let out a light shout and turned into a beam of light rushing towards the human-shaped lightning.

Physical duel, close combat!

Before Xing Zi Mi rushed to the front, a mirror made of black lightning had quietly appeared there. Then, a nine-color lightning flower bloomed brilliantly in front of the mirror, illuminating the space shrouded by death.

"It's really the Sixth Old Man, the Void Emperor!"

Unlike the previous human-shaped lightning, this tribulation was incomparable to the past. The profoundness of the Tao contained in it was like a black hole that swallowed everything. It was also accompanied by the forbidden secret techniques of the emperor level. It was like the most inviolable mark between heaven and earth. Zixia instantly felt an unprecedented heavy pressure, as if she was dragged into an endless void swamp. Every movement consumed enormous energy.

Then, a second, more fierce figure suddenly appeared like lightning that cut through the night sky. That familiar aura and familiar moves were exactly the same as the way Emperor Hengyu beat her that year. There was no change at all, but at this moment, it added a kind of domineering aura that looked down on the world and was the only one in the world, as if even the space was trembling under its power.

Zixia's heart trembled, but she did not retreat. She quickly mobilized Tianpeng's extreme speed, interweaving it with various nine secrets, trying to alleviate the interference caused by the forbidden secrets of Emperor Xukong. She also used the same moves to meet Emperor Hengyu's attack. The two collided, erupting with a deafening roar and splashing light.

However, in a hurry, Zixia tried her best, but still couldn't resist the overbearing power. She was still beaten and flew out, with blood at the corner of her mouth.

The series of attacks by human-shaped lightning continued like a storm. Before Zixia could catch her breath, another figure bathed in the most masculine and masculine aura suddenly approached. Its offensive was like the scorching sun in the sky, showing its invincibility and unstoppable courage. Zixia remained calm, but in her clear eyes, the will to fight was surging like a tide. The power of the origin in her body was boiling, and her hands quickly formed seals, like an ancient spell dancing between heaven and earth, evolving the supreme mystery of the sacred fighting method. For a moment, all kinds of mysterious spells were like bright stars, cutting through the sky, and launching fierce attacks on the most masculine figure.

"Click", "clang"... the sounds of metal colliding and spells colliding are intertwined together, like a symphony of natural sounds and war songs.

That figure was undoubtedly the mark of the Holy Emperor of the Sun. With the strength of his flesh alone, he was like the scorching sun melting gold, dissolving Zixia's secret techniques one by one. His whole body was blooming with dazzling solar divine light, and golden lightning wrapped around his body, like the arrival of the God of War.

However, Zixia's magic was like a sky full of stars, interweaving into an invisible net, tightly binding the Sun Saint Emperor's mark. Although he was extremely powerful, he was still struggling and difficult to perform under the constraints of Zixia's magic.

What she faced was not just the pressure of a "Sun Holy Emperor". A vast and boundless imperial dragon energy suddenly tore through Zixia's carefully arranged Taoist defense line, revealing a man holding an ancient sword and surrounded by a strong dragon energy. The long sword seemed to condense the purest heaviness between heaven and earth. The sword was engraved with complex and mysterious runes, flashing a heart-pounding brilliant light.

Although Zixia was at a disadvantage, she remained calm and decisive. She quickly used the source technique and used the power of the void to weave a series of complex void cages, intending to restrain the surging dragon energy and the sword-wielding man. However, the dragon energy seemed to have self-awareness, churning violently, and started a fierce contest with Zixia's void cage. The sound of the dragon's roar echoed between heaven and earth, deafening.

The marks of these ancient emperors not only carried their supreme power, but also their domineering and arrogant spirit. They did not choose to join forces, but each of them fought against Zixia with their own strength and moves. In this way, the two sides fought back and forth, and the fierce battle lasted for an hour.

The purple eyes in space still stared at the battlefield below quietly, with no sadness or joy in their eyes, but seemed to contain endless mysteries. As a barely perceptible wave spread gently from those eyes, the already extremely violent Thunder Dragon seemed to be injected with new life, becoming even more violent, the thunder roared deafeningly, and lightning streaked across the sky, as if the end of the world had come.

At this moment, the imprints of the four sages seemed to respond to some kind of call, and the four sages attacked together. The depth of the Void Emperor, the domineering power of the Hengyu Emperor, the extreme yang of the Sun Saint Emperor, and the unparalleled power of the Tai Emperor, the power of the four intertwined together, forming a terrifying force that could almost tear the heaven and earth apart.

Zixia's body twisted and turned in the air, trying to avoid the overwhelming attack. Every time she dodged, it seemed so difficult. Her clothes were torn by lightning, her hair was messy, and her face was covered with sweat and blood, looking miserable.

"Zheng!" A crisp sound, a flash of cold light, and murderous aura like an ice cone piercing the bones.

A sword was unsheathed, and the cold light illuminated the universe. A brand was covered with thunder, like a divine weapon descending from the sky. The speed was so fast that even Zixia could not react in time. The man and the sword became one, and they rushed to Zixia in an instant, with the sword tip sharp, pointing directly at the immortal platform between her eyebrows.

There is actually an ambush of the Supreme Mark! This is a sure kill from the heavenly tribulation.

At this critical moment of life and death, countless images flashed through Zixia's mind like a revolving lantern, and memories of this life and past life emerged one after another. Her origin fire burned fiercely, and her body instinctively resisted this fatal blow.

However, all this was in vain. The tip of the sword mercilessly pierced into Zixia's forehead, just a hair's breadth away from completely penetrating.

"Is this God's will?" Zixia's beautiful eyes remained calm, but then quickly dimmed.

(End of this chapter)