Chapter 2886: Beaten to a Pulp
"Old sir!"
A look of delight appeared on the beautiful face of the Nether Flower Pavilion Master. She had never imagined she would encounter Zhang Ruochen in this reddish-yellow Gobi desert.
But soon, her joy turned to worry, and she said with extreme caution, "Flee from here quickly! That man is the Realm Lord of the Yin-Yang Realm, the Colorful Garment God. We are no match for him."
"The Colorful Garment God, I've heard a little about him."
Zhang Ruochen smiled and placed the Nether Flower Pavilion Master's soft, fragrant body on the ground.
The Nether Flower Pavilion Master felt that the old man was different from before.
He was no longer shrouded in sorrow and desolation. Although he was still old and his life force was still weak, the smile in his eyes now contained infinite vitality, confidence, and fighting spirit.
This deeply moved her. She thought to herself, "Even the old sir, with only a sliver of life force left, can be like this. I am only sixty thousand years old, with a long lifespan ahead of me. Why do I believe I cannot break through to the Upper-level God realm? Why did the Colorful Garment God shatter my state of mind so easily and make me lose my will to fight?"
The Nether Flower Pavilion Master's gaze sharpened, erupting with the powerful aura befitting a god. She stood shoulder to shoulder with Zhang Ruochen, looking towards the Colorful Garment God, and said, "Indeed, there is nowhere for us to flee. Even if we escape to the Rain Chen Divine Temple, it would most likely be a dead end. Since that's the case, let's fight to the death."
"Chi chi!"
Black divine flames erupted from her beautiful body.
Her divine blood and lifespan were burning, and the aura she emitted reached a level comparable to a peak Middle-level God.
The Colorful Garment God stared at Zhang Ruochen for a long moment, then revealed a sinister smile. "I know who you are. You're the old man who killed Wuma Jiuxing, aren't you?"
"You're wrong," Zhang Ruochen said.
The Colorful Garment God said, "Impossible. There's no mistake. Denying it is useless. How many gods in the world have a spiritual power of exactly seventy-fourth rank?"
"What I mean is, not only was Wuma Jiuxing killed by me, but Mo Tong and the Four-Armored Blood Ancestor also died at my hands," Zhang Ruochen said.
Although the Nether Flower Pavilion Master had mentally prepared herself to die in battle here, she was still startled by Zhang Ruochen's words. But she secretly admired him, knowing that the old sir's statement was a move of burning one's bridges.
Either die here, or kill the Colorful Garment God.
She said, "Old sir, this Colorful Garment God before us is just a clone. He probably can't fight for long. If we can just stall for time until his power begins to wane, victory will be ours."
"Stop burning your divine blood and divine soul. Your cultivation is too weak. Even if you fight to the death, you can't be his opponent. Retreat far away. I'll deal with him."
Zhang Ruochen swung his sleeve backhand, striking her chest, turning into a gust of wind that blew her away.
The next moment, Zhang Ruochen rode the wind and flew into the air.
"Good timing."
The Colorful Garment God spread his hands, and the sound of "gurgling" water filled the area. The air seemed to turn into a great sea, colliding and flowing like waves.
The Nether Flower Pavilion Master felt an intense chill all around her.
She knew that with the old sir's spiritual power, he was absolutely no match for the Colorful Garment God. She wanted to rush up and fight alongside him, but was pushed back by the invisible waves of water.
"This power is..." While the Nether Flower Pavilion Master was in shock and uncertainty, the Colorful Garment God roared, "Three Thousand Miles of Weak Water!"
A long river of Weak Water appeared above his head, vast and magnificent, carrying a mysterious aura akin to the Heavenly River of the Heavenly Court, and surged straight towards Zhang Ruochen.
Where the Weak Water flowed, even the divine patterns left by Yulongxian a hundred thousand years ago and some of the spatial techniques left by Master Fangcun were washed away.
The rules of heaven and earth became chaotic. Under such circumstances, a spiritual power god would find it extremely difficult to mobilize the power of heaven and earth.
"As expected of a Realm Lord of a powerful realm. He has cultivated such a formidable divine ability. He cannot be underestimated."
Zhang Ruochen made this remark, and just before the Weak Water struck, his figure vanished.
The Colorful Garment God's attack missed, and his expression changed. He immediately turned around.
He found Zhang Ruochen appearing in the sky behind him, still standing in the air, his beard and hair flying, as if he didn't take this Realm Lord seriously at all.
Only now did the Nether Flower Pavilion Master realize that she had underestimated the old sir.
After careful observation, she finally noticed that the spatial divine formation of the Rain Chen Divine Temple had long been covering this area, and the old sir had been standing within the formation the entire time.
"No wonder the old sir was so confident. So he had the spatial divine formation to help him. This is great! Even if the Colorful Garment God's cultivation is stronger, I'm afraid he won't be a match for the old sir."
The Nether Flower Pavilion Master naturally knew the power of the spatial divine formation in the Rain Chen Divine Temple. Even the City Lord couldn't break in. If the Colorful Garment God's true body had come, she might have been a little worried.
But just a clone, she feared, would not be a match for the old sir.
"So the old sir is also a formation master. Maybe I really should become his disciple and learn more things."
She felt not only gratitude but also admiration for the old sir.
"Gurgle!"
The power of the Weak Water River was indeed formidable. Even an ordinary Upper-level God would probably have a hard time dealing with it.
But within the spatial divine formation, Zhang Ruochen handled it with ease. No matter how strong the Weak Water was, it couldn't even touch his clothes.
The Colorful Garment God knew that the other party was trying to exhaust his divine power. He said in a deep voice, "What's the point of dodging like this? Since you claim to have killed Wuma Jiuxing, Mo Tong, and the Four-Armored Blood Ancestor, then show your true skill and fight me fair and square."
"You can't even break the formation, and you still want to fight me?" Zhang Ruochen said.
The Colorful Garment God was almost driven mad with rage. A mere seventy-fourth rank spiritual power god dared to speak to him in such a tone.
Too insolent!
"You're only able to show off because you're borrowing the formation that Master Fangcun set up back then! If my true body were here, breaking the formation would be a simple matter."
Zhang Ruochen stood a hundred zhang above the ground, with divine clouds filling the sky above his head, his whole being ethereal and transcendent, like a deity. "Fine! I'll grant your wish. Now I'll use my true power to defeat you."
The Colorful Garment God was overjoyed, thinking the other party had fallen for his provocation. He waved his hand and unleashed the Weak Water River again.
This time, the old man standing in mid-air indeed did not dodge or evade.
"Really asking for death!"
The Colorful Garment God curled his lips, just as he uttered this sentence.
"Boom!" A thunderous sound rang out. The rolling Weak Water River was shattered by a black-golden rod as thick as a mountain peak. The water droplets turned into a torrential downpour, falling on the Colorful Garment God and the Nether Flower Pavilion Master.
"Black-Golden War Heaven Pillar!"
The Nether Flower Pavilion Master immediately recognized this Supreme Sacred Artifact. She was already quite astonished, but when she saw the young girl holding this Supreme Sacred Artifact, she was shocked beyond words.
With the Colorful Garment God's cultivation and status, seeing a Heaven-Suppressing level Supreme Sacred Artifact wouldn't have moved him much.
Nor would he have known who the previous owner of this Supreme Sacred Artifact was, some Saint realm cultivator.
However, when he saw the young girl standing beside Zhang Ruochen, with silver hair, bare, snow-white, and adorable feet, and a pair of small dragon horns, his expression changed drastically. He exclaimed, "Yulongxian, you're not dead?"
"Whoosh!"
Yulongxian, holding the Black-Golden War Heaven Pillar, moved at the speed of light. In an instant, she flew close to the Colorful Garment God and swung the rod horizontally.
The power of the Supreme Sacred Artifact condensed into a watery light wave, tearing a long rift in space.
Her strength was immense, like a humanoid divine dragon.
"Boom!"
The Colorful Garment God couldn't withstand it. His abdomen caved in, and he was sent flying, shattering a hill into pieces.
Yulongxian soared up, holding the rod with both hands, and struck straight down.
"Divine Light Protect the Body!"
The Colorful Garment God quickly calmed down from his shock, injecting all his divine Qi into the colorful garment on his body.
This colorful garment was the Colorful Garment God's greatest treasure. It was refined using seven different divine forging materials and contained seven different powers.
A protective divine formation was integrated into it, lightning sources were hidden within every thread, and Annihilation Heavenly Fire was stored in the sleeves...
Since becoming a god, the Colorful Garment God had been repeatedly refining this garment, investing a massive amount of resources.
Now, this garment had become a top-tier Chaos-level Supreme Sacred Artifact, barely even qualifying as a sub-Divine-level Supreme Sacred Artifact.
"Whoosh!"
Thousands of rays of light burst from the garment, like a divine lamp blooming.
If not for the spatial divine formation, the divine light would probably have illuminated the entire Xinghuantian, turning millions of miles of land into an ocean of divine light.
The power of the Black-Golden War Heaven Pillar and the colorful garment collided. The earth shook violently and sank.
Yulongxian and the Colorful Garment God fought deep underground, causing hills in the reddish-yellow Gobi to collapse, the earth to shatter, and dust to fly everywhere.
Zhang Ruochen hovered in mid-air, holding the Ten-Thousand Curse Heavenly Bead, casting the Military Dao Nether Curse, controlling Yulongxian.
The Military Dao Nether Curse was the core curse technique in the "Nether Soldier Volume."
Whether it was because of the Wuji Sacred Intent or the assistance of the Heart of Truth, Zhang Ruochen's learning and comprehension speed were now astonishingly fast.
In a very short time, he had learned the method of refining divine corpses from the "Nether Soldier Volume."
However, the Military Dao Nether Curse, used to control divine corpses in battle, was extremely difficult to cultivate. Zhang Ruochen had only grasped the basics and had to rely on the Ten-Thousand Curse Heavenly Bead to execute it.
Moreover, Yulongxian was different from other divine corpses. From the very beginning, she had "come to life" in a strange way, with intense killing intent and formidable combat power. Even with Zhang Ruochen's seventy-fourth rank spiritual power, he had to exert all his strength to control her.
For the time being, he probably wouldn't be able to refine any other divine corpses.
"Boom!"
A large area of the reddish-yellow Gobi sank. Yulongxian turned into a silver pillar of light, flew out of the dust, and appeared beside Zhang Ruochen. In one hand, she held the Black-Golden War Heaven Pillar, and in her other snow-white little hand, she clutched a blood-stained colorful garment.
Clearly, the Colorful Garment God's clone had been beaten to a pulp by her.
Zhang Ruochen took the colorful garment from her hand, feeling the powerful killing intent emanating from her. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He was really a bit afraid he couldn't control her.
If she hit him with that rod, Zhang Ruochen would also explode.
"Wait until my true body arrives. You will all die."
A venomous and hoarse voice came from underground.
From the sunken ground, wisps of divine light flew out, heading towards the area outside the reddish-yellow Gobi. Each wisp of divine light was a divine thought of the Colorful Garment God.
Of the thirty million divine thoughts, less than three thousand remained.
Zhang Ruochen shook his head with a smile, struck out the twelve Soul-Devouring Bells, and collected all the Colorful Garment God's remaining divine thoughts into the bells.
On the ground, the Nether Flower Pavilion Master stood in a daze, looking up at the old man and Yulongxian in the sky. Her mind was blank. Although she had never seen Yulongxian before, she had seen her divine statues and portraits.
...
In the Divine Maiden City of the World.
White Queen, Colorful Garment God, Black Heart Demon Lord, Shang Hong, and Bai Qinger were still in the Divine Queen Hall.
"Pfft!"
The Colorful Garment God suddenly spat blood, fell backward to the ground, more than half of his hair turned white, and wrinkles visibly appeared on his face.
Black Heart Demon Lord and Shang Hong's expressions changed drastically. They immediately helped him up.
The Colorful Garment God's eyes blazed with scorching divine fire. He roared, "Who? Who exactly destroyed my clone?"
"Bang!"
He swung his arms, sending Black Heart Demon Lord and Shang Hong flying. His figure turned into a beam of divine light, flew out of the Divine Maiden Building, and headed straight for the Rainbow Rain Mountain Range.
The destruction of a clone and thirty million divine thoughts was a minor matter. With the help of pills, they could be cultivated back.
But if the Seven-Source Colorful Garment was lost, he would truly go mad.
Black Heart Demon Lord coldly questioned Bai Qinger, "What the hell is going on? Why is the Rainbow Rain Mountain Range so dangerous? The Colorful Garment God's clone was wearing the Seven-Source Colorful Garment. How could something have happened?"
Bai Qinger was not intimidated by his Great God's divine might. She said calmly, "What is the Demon Lord questioning this junior about? I already said earlier that the Rain Chen Divine Temple is very dangerous."
"That's right. The Rain Chen Divine Temple has the spatial divine formation left by Master Fangcun. Even this City Lord has to be careful when going there," White Queen said.
"Let's go. Let's see just how extraordinary this so-called Rain Chen Divine Temple is, that even a Great God can't enter."
Black Heart Demon Lord was suspicious. He didn't believe Bai Qinger and White Queen. He pulled Shang Hong and walked out.
Just the Colorful Garment God alone was already making Bai Qinger worry that Zhang Ruochen might not be able to handle him. How could she let them go there as well?
She said, "The Celestial Venerable's Relic Land is bizarre and extraordinary. Even a Great God must hold it in awe. A hundred thousand years ago, the previous owner of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions, Yulongxian, fell inside."
Black Heart Demon Lord and Shang Hong both stopped in their tracks, their expressions changing drastically.
"Why didn't you say this earlier?" Black Heart Demon Lord said in a deep, angry voice, his eyes like two abyssal black pools.
Since Yulongxian had fallen in the Rain Chen Divine Temple, Black Heart Demon Lord and Shang Hong didn't dare to go there lightly. They didn't want to lose their lives because of the Colorful Garment God.
Bai Qinger met his gaze and said, "Which sentence is the Demon Lord referring to? This junior said from the very beginning that the Rain Chen Divine Temple was the dojo of the Celestial Venerable of Xinghuan's second disciple and was very dangerous. Oh! You should hurry to the Rain Chen Divine Temple. If the Colorful Garment God meets with misfortune, the Goddess Twelve Pavilions will have a hard time explaining it to the Heavenly Court."
As she said this, Bai Qinger's graceful and slender, stunningly beautiful figure slowly walked out of the Divine Queen Hall.
"So she had already guessed the identities of Black Heart Demon Lord and the Colorful Garment God! Bai Qinger, Bai Qinger, have you been scheming against the Colorful Garment God from the very beginning?"
Shang Hong looked at the gate of the Divine Queen Hall, watching Bai Qinger leave. His evaluation of this woman rose to a new level. At the same time, his interest in her grew even stronger.
He knew this flower was beautiful but full of thorns, yet he still wanted to pluck it.
The more dangerous it was, the more exciting it became.