Chapter 105: One Punch Explodes

  Seven generations of ancestors fearless and undaunted, a smile on his face that was not a smile, clearly only six or seven years old in appearance, under the reflection of the large red robe, looked extremely eerie, hands clasped together, softly chanting an incantation.

  "I am not I, dreams are not dreams. The golden lotus grown in the fire, only then did I know that my fate is determined by me, not by heaven!"

  After a low whisper, the seventh generation of Mi Zu's energy and blood suddenly declined. A golden light emerged, and under the disbelieving gaze of the eighth and ninth generations of Mi Zu, his soul escaped, abandoning his smelly skin bag. The fierce flames burned fiercely, and in the fire, a soul phantom resembling the seventh generation of Mi Zu sat on a golden lotus, smiling but not smiling, fearless and undaunted, gazing at the two through the flames.

  "Not good. There must be a trick!" The eighth and ninth generation ancestors of the Mi family felt a fleeting sense of unease in their hearts, as the seventh generation ancestor's action was too quick, too decisive.

  Cultivated to the realm of Great Sage, the soul is almost indestructible and can manifest in the mortal world with spiritual intervention. However, the divine body is fundamental, without the guarantee of a physical divine body, even gods will decay and wither.

  The body is the boat, and the soul is the rudder. Without the boat, even the sturdiest rudder will rot away. Now, the seventh generation of ancestors has abandoned their physical bodies so readily, their souls escaping and manifesting. If this is a deliberate act, there must be treachery involved.

  The eighth generation ancestor and the ninth generation ancestor were not fools, just like the seventh generation ancestor, who had been passed down from generation to generation. Lightning-like thoughts flashed through their minds, and in an instant, they recalled the seventh generation ancestor's method of proving the way, the seven-leaf golden lotus wheel turning greatly.

  A chill suddenly rose in his heart, knowing that the seventh generation of Mi Zu was more ruthless than them. This was to put him to death and then live, one strike would kill, if not successful, it would be a benevolent act.

  So resolute, it sends chills down one's spine.

  "Why? Why is he so confident? What other tricks does he have up his sleeve?"

  The eighth and ninth ancestors were rapidly turning over ideas in their minds, guessing the possible trump card of the seventh ancestor.

  The seventh generation of Miezuo's seven-leaf golden lotus wheel is a great Dharma that can prove the soul and show the supreme Dharma gate in the world, but the eighth generation of Miezuo and the ninth generation of Miezuo are both clear in their hearts. Even if the seventh generation of Miezuo fights to the death, it is absolutely impossible to kill both of them at the same time, at most seriously injuring them.

  But the seventh generation of Mi Zu, who had lost his physical body, could not withstand the joint attack of the eighth and ninth generations of Mi Zu. Even if the seventh generation of Mi Zu had really cultivated his soul to the point of immortality, he could only be completely annihilated under the two people's resentful blow. Three thousand years of bitter cultivation, three thousand years of wild hopes, three thousand years of ambitions all turned into dust.

  "What makes Qidian so confident?!"

  The two people's minds flashed with the same thought at the same time, and suddenly a thread of horror flashed through their hearts. They finally understood the key point and shouted loudly, "Lin Huang, you dare!"

  The two finally realized that the only thing that could make their ancestor so confident and reckless was that he had made a deal with Tong Lin, and this thought made them both feel somewhat desperate.

  Don't dare to look back, at this time it's a fight over who is more ruthless and who is faster.

  "Seventh generation, you're so confident and self-assured. Think you've already won?! You're dreaming! Let me thoroughly shatter your dreams, your ambitions. Lin Huang, Lin Huang, you can't kill me!"

  "Lin Huang! You think joining forces with Qi Mei will turn everything around? Dream on!"

  The roars of the eighth and ninth ancestors almost sounded at the same time, from the seventh ancestor rushing out, to the two understanding the relationship between them, but it was just a snap of the fingers.

  In the blink of an eye, no more than a third of an instant, it was such a short time that ordinary people could hardly perceive the passage of time. This battle had reached its most tragic and intense moment.

  Lin Huang moved, raised his hand, clenched his fist, and with a swift motion, his punch shot out like a dragon. Without hesitation or thought, he acted with the rationality of a machine, almost as if the eighth and ninth ancestors had made up their minds in that instant, Lin Huang struck.

  As soon as he made his move, it was Lin Huang's most terrifying Six Paths Reincarnation Fist.

  If he doesn't make a move, then so be it. But once he makes a move, it's like a fist stirring up the nine heavens, opening up the six paths, turning the cycle of heaven and earth, and giving birth to life and death at his fingertips.

  Silent and soundless, the divine light was retracted, without a single ripple. Lin Huang's two fists almost simultaneously blasted out, one blasting towards the Eighth Generation Ancestor, and the other blasting towards the Ninth Generation Ancestor.

  The eighth and ninth ancestors of the Mi family let out a loud shout, not daring to turn their heads back, even the motion of charging towards the seventh ancestor of the Mi family didn't change in the slightest, as if they were completely unaware of Lin Huang's terrifying two punches.

  Both of them clearly understood that it was too late to turn back now, as the Seven Generations of Ancestors and Lin Huang had joined forces to set up a killing formation for them. The only chance to break through the formation lay before their eyes, with life and death hanging in the balance.

  Du Lin Huang's fist can't directly kill the two of them, but he bets that their killing move can take a step ahead and kill Qi Di Zu before Du Lin Huang's fist arrives.

  The eighth and ninth ancestors of the Mi family are both step-by-step ascenders to the holy altar, fighting for life and death, with a clear heart, knowing that things have come to this point, and they cannot turn back resolutely.

  When the fist is out, there's no regret. At this moment, whoever hesitates for a moment, slows down by a thread, will be lost forever and truly lose everything, becoming a sacrifice for others.

  The seventh generation ancestor's eyes were icy cold, sitting upright on the golden lotus. The eighth and ninth generation ancestors thought he had abandoned his physical body to display the seven-leafed golden lotus wheel turning great dharma. But only the seventh generation ancestor knew that he hadn't thought of it at all. He burned his remains and ignited his divine body, just to stall the eighth and ninth generation ancestors for a moment.

  It's just that brief moment, even shorter than the time it takes to snap one's fingers, is enough to reverse everything.

  The eighth and ninth ancestors of the secret sect understood the killing move that had reached the seventh ancestor, and in an instant, they also understood the thoughts of the seventh ancestor. That burning divine body, scorching pure energy, was the explosive power of a great saint who burned all his divine bodies, which even the strong eighth and ninth ancestors were slower than under the blazing light of the golden body.

  This thread decided the fate of two people.

  Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

  Continuous bursts of violent sounds, shaking the heavens and earth, like thunderbolts exploding, Lin Huang's fists seemed to be extremely fast, piercing through the void, landing on the 8th generation ancestor and the 9th generation ancestor.

  That was enough to open the six paths, the terrifying power of reincarnation between heaven and earth, divine light burst, blasting the void, as if in an instant two great suns rose, exploded, and fell.

  In one punch, the mighty force was overwhelming. Lin Huang stood with his hands behind his back, cold and detached, quietly watching the sudden burst of light. He didn't care about the outcome because he knew that even if it were the Great Sage, he would still be blown to smithereens with just one punch.

  "I... won't give up!"

  The desperate voice of the eighth generation ancestor finally sounded, and his divine body was directly blasted by Lin Huang's punch, his soul severely injured. The seventh generation ancestor did not hesitate at all, immediately casting a secret technique, greedily pouncing on him, frantically devouring the eighth generation ancestor's soul.

  The ninth generation of Mi Zu was even more miserable, unable to make a sound, and was punched by Lin Huang's fist, causing his divine body to explode. His soul was severely injured and fainted. If he hadn't been swallowed by the seventh generation, he might have slowly recovered, but now the seventh generation is triumphant and proud, with a thousand years of planning coming to fruition in one morning, where would Mi Zu have room to recover?

  Swallowing down eight generations of ancestors and nine generations of ancestors, the seventh generation ancestor shouted, "Lin Huang! I need ten breaths! Hold on for ten breaths!"