Chapter 1402 - 1393: You Can’t Kill Him!

Chapter 1402: Chapter 1393: You Can’t Kill Him!

"All of you, die!"

The protector of the dead held the ’Soul Nourishing Gourd,’ his gray hair flying wildly, and shouted fiercely.

He pointed with his right hand, expertly opening the lid of the ’Soul Nourishing Gourd,’ and wisps of black smoke floated out, shrouding the Milky Way, covering the universe.

Within the black smoke, hundreds of thousands of ghosts surged, emanating powerful auras, with the weakest reaching the Dao Saint Realm, and levels such as Unity Realm Stage and rule domain appearing everywhere.

The most terrifying aspect was the aura of five Martial Artists at the Molding Dao Realm stage, penetrating the entire universe.

Sensing the strength of the ghosts, the protector of the dead nodded in satisfaction.

Nourishing souls!

To enhance the strength of these ghosts, he had paid a huge price, slaughtering millions of worlds, killing countless strong ones, and consuming many divine artifacts. Now, it seems his prior investment wasn’t in vain.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Hundreds of thousands of ghosts roared, their crimson eyes wide open, rushing out of the black smoke.

They wielded various weapons, riding ghostly clouds as black as ink, emanating a terrifying, evil, and destructive aura, shattering countless Heavenly Universes, and obliterating endless realms.

Wherever they passed, all things perished!

"Fight!"

The puppet let out a low, angry roar, clenched its fists, and punched forward, unleashing unparalleled might, as if an endless universe descended, crushing everything.

Boom!

The Molding Dao Realm ghost charging at the forefront was directly knocked back by a punch.

But in the next moment, the other four Molding Dao Realm ghosts attacked, simultaneously extending their right hands to strike down.

The starry sky shattered.

Four vast ghostly palm prints emerged, covering the heavens, encompassing space-time, suppressing all beings, making the surrounding cosmos seem insignificant.

Bang!

The palm prints descended.

The puppet’s body shuddered, uncontrollably being knocked back, crashing heavily against the Great Wall before stabilizing.

Immediately, cracks opened up on its sturdy body.

Seeing this, the old face of the protector of the dead showed a trace of smile, and he sent a mental command for the hundreds of thousands of ghosts to continue their attack.

Boom!

Endless ghostly aura surged skyward.

Infinite death aura swept through.

Supreme terrifying killing force erupted from the bodies of thousands of ghosts, locking onto the puppet.

"Kill!"

Beneath the Great Wall, the heavily injured puppet roared, its golden eyes shining even brighter, brimming with tremendous battle spirit, and an unwavering determination to fight to the death.

Although it was merely a puppet!

But within it was the spirit and will of the Mohists.

It clenched its fists!

Mobilized all its internal power, and hit with full force!

With that punch, the starry sky covered by ghostly aura directly turned golden.

However.

Two fists ultimately couldn’t match four hands.

The golden fist imprint was just a fleeting bloom, quickly suppressed by endless ghostly aura, creating vast ghostly domains to completely annihilate the puppet.

On the Great Wall, Mohist’s face was calm, unhurriedly performing a Dao seal, opening a spatial passage before him.

Then.

Ten golden puppets walked out of the spatial passage.

Their bodies tall, emitting gold light, with each piece of hard bone carved densely with the Mohist Rule Power, emanating supreme terrifying power, shattering the cosmos.

After they emerged, they didn’t pause, immediately launching attacks, punching fist after fist, causing immortals, demons, gods, and Buddhas to fall, fracturing the rules of the Dao, and destroying the universe.

That was pure strength!

In the next instant, ten fist imprints capable of breaking all worldly laws landed on the ghosts. Any ghost touched by the fist imprint, whether at Unity Realm Stage level, Creation Realm level, or Molding Dao Realm level, turned into a wisp of blue smoke, disappearing without a trace.

No chance to retaliate!

Overwhelming!

Overwhelming all the way!

The protector of the dead, who was still smugly standing behind, suddenly froze.

He stared blankly at the ten puppets not weaker than early Molding Dao Realm Martial Artists, gasped coldly, and felt his scalp tingle, his whole body icy cold.

"This... how is this possible!"

The protector of the dead was in a daze, feeling utterly dejected.

He realized that by himself, he couldn’t possibly defeat the Qin Dynasty, and might even lose his life.

"Ten Molding Dao Realm puppets!"

In the void hidden in the shadows, Tian Yi was also dumbfounded.

Molding Dao Realm puppets!

In some measures, Molding Dao Realm puppets are rarer than Molding Dao Realm Martial Artists, at least within the universe of Tianhe, whether in the current civilization or the previous one, there were no Molding Dao Realm puppets.

To say that placing Molding Dao Realm puppets in any intermediate universe could be considered a foundation, ensuring a force remains forever undying, achieving a transcendent status.

Moreover, Tian Yi personally witnessed Mohist summoning puppets.

In other words.

These puppets were crafted by the Qin Dynasty.

Of course, he didn’t yet know it was Mohist’s Divine Skills that summoned these puppets. Otherwise, he would probably be even more shocked, perhaps even lose stability in his Dao heart.

Boom!

After smashing all the ghosts, the ten puppets transformed into streams of gold light, flying towards the protector of the dead.

Bang!

Among them, one puppet threw a punch.

The protector of the dead in a state of shock was directly punched flying, spewing out blood mixed with a few teeth.

"Run!"

The protector of the dead’s face changed several times, turning around wanting to flee.

At this moment, his proud spirit cultivated over billions of years and undefeated heart were utterly destroyed, leaving only fear and a desperate desire for life.

Just then, another puppet stomped down, causing the endless starry sky to collapse.

Unsurprisingly, the protector of the dead was kicked flying.

Before he could recover, a puppet rushed forward, grabbed the protector’s right arm, and directly ripped it off, blood splattering, staining the sky.

"Ah!"

Painful wails echoed afar, reaching countless Martial Artists’ ears, causing them to shiver collectively.

Tian Yi’s expression was complex.

After all, the protector of the dead was a Molding Dao Realm Martial Artist!

Yet, now suffering such a fate!

"Stop!"

Just then, the starry sky outside the universe boiled again, as a man appeared clad in golden armor, treading the sky, holding a battle sword in his left hand and a blade in his right.

With his appearance, a supreme powerful pressure swept all directions.

He looked down, staring at the wounded protector of the dead, a flicker of anger flashed in his eyes, and he shouted furiously.

The sound wave spread!

Like sacred words, sacred commands.

Making people subconsciously want to obey.

The footsteps of the ten puppets paused, halting their attack, but quickly they resumed normalcy, swinging their fists again, attacking the protector of the dead.

"Courting death!"

The golden-armored man’s face sank, he raised the battle blade with his right hand, slashing down forcefully.

With one slash.

The galaxy shattered.

The ten puppets were directly knocked flying, their hard bones shattering, the Rule Power of ink breaking, turning into countless points of light, disappearing.

"Protector Qing, you... finally arrived!"

The protector of the dead collapsed on the starry sky, seeing the golden-armored man, he nearly cried as he spoke.

He was nearly dead!

The golden-helmed man glanced at the protector of the dead, turned to look at the universe, and calmly said: "He is from the Immortal Treasure Pavilion, you can’t kill him."