The furious roar reverberated in the depths of the abyssal sea.
As the body collapsed, the godâs finger rushed out from the rapidly dissipating flesh. The pressure it emitted carried the intent of destruction.
The head and the stone lion had long collapsed. The old man from the Painting Race clearly had a special method, as he was still able to hold on. The words he shouted clearly had an effect.
In an instant, the godâs finger that was filled with endless anger suddenly chased after Xu Qing.
Although Its mind wasnât clear and It was a little forgetful due to Its injuries, It could still recognize that Xu Qingâs appearance was exactly the same as the body It had just fused into.
Hence, It gave up on chasing after the old man and headed straight for Xu Qing.
Xu Qing had already escaped some distance away and sensed the changes behind him. His expression turned gloomy. In reality, after he saw the old man putting his face in the godâs body earlier, he had already guessed the other partyâs thoughts.
However, the brush was in the other partyâs hand and it concerned the godâs finger. Hence, Xu Qing didnât have any way to forcefully change the godâs thoughts, but he could influence whether the old manâs escape was successful or not.
At that moment, when the godâs finger chased after Xu Qing, the old man revealed a hint of satisfaction but he still felt some regret.
âWhat a pity. In the end, I still couldnât control the god. Even though itâs just the little finger of a godâs clone, its life level is so high that I canât touch it.â
âHowever, with this experience, Iâll be able to scheme more thoroughly in the future. Thereâs still a chance of success. The world in this painting[1] is actually so interesting. If I can control the god here, thenâŠâ
When the old man thought of this, his heart burned.
âItâs a pity about this god fingerâŠâ
The old man sighed and quickly glanced in the direction Xu Qing had fled in.
âHowever, this guardian came at the right time and can even be considered to have provided me with quite a bit of help in my escape. Heâs one of the few good people in this painting world. I really canât bear to part with him. I wish him peace.â
The old man smiled and was about to speed up. However, at this moment, a malicious intent suddenly came from behind him and locked onto him.
The instant he sensed this malice, the expression of the old man changed. When he turned his head, his eyes widened and his pupils constricted violently.
A gigantic mosasaur had appeared behind him at some point in time.
Its grayish-black body was covered in sharp scales, and its huge dragon eyes emitted a cold light that locked onto it tightly. The mosasaurâs body was thousands of feet long. Compared to it, the old man was like an ant.
This scene instantly caused the old man to tremble. His heart trembled intensely and he cried out involuntarily.
The old manâs breathing became hurried. A monstrous wave rose in his heart and his mind was rumbling. The first thing he was afraid of was the godâs finger and the second thing he was afraid of was luck!
Back then, D132 was the intersection of these two powers. Luck suppressed the god and severed all cause and effect. At the same time, it also suppressed the prisoners who had become a little different because of the godâs finger.
However, the latter⊠could suppress the godâs finger. Hence, to companion existences like him, it was a natural nemesis!
The Heavenly Dao was the source of the power of luck.
The old man instinctively let out a blood-curdling scream. It was as though he had seen a peerless ferocious beast as he rapidly retreated, wanting to distance himself from the mosasaur behind him.
âDamn it, damn it, damn it.â
âThis place⊠Why is there a Heavenly Dao? Whatâs wrong with this mosasaur? Could it be an ancient existence born from the sunâs remains in the abyssal sea in this painting?â
The old man from the Painting Race felt his scalp go numb. As he rapidly retreated, he discovered that the mosasaur was opening its mouth. A huge commotion immediately stirred in his mind.
âWhy is it targeting me?â
The old man wailed. All his methods were useless in front of the Heavenly Dao. No matter how he resisted, it was useless. In his anxiety, he directly flew into the world inside the painting.
However, at the next instant, the mosasaur charged forward and entered the painting as well, chasing after him to the death.
The painting where the old man entered was floating on the ground. The figures of the four generations in the painting expressed deep horror. They were disappearing one after another, as though they were being devoured.
The feeling of fear permeated the painting and grew increasingly intense.
However, this old man was clearly quite capable. Although he couldnât resist the Heavenly Dao head-on, he still had a way to stall for time.
This was actually one of the reasons why Xu Qing didnât immediately use this method when he absorbed the sunâs remains. At that time, the old man was drawing and the godâs finger was beside him. If he used it, it would easily cause a backlash.
Now that the godâs finger was chasing after Xu Qing, this old man thought that he had schemed against Xu Qing. However, in reality, Xu Qing had also been plotting against him.
To a certain extent, there was no winner between them.
The old man was in danger, and so was Xu Qing.
Xu Qing was fleeing rapidly. However, the divine might from the godâs finger was like the vast sea. In just three to five breaths of time, his surroundings became seriously blurry and distorted.
The godâs finger rushed out of the fog with madness and persistence.
Xu Qing abruptly turned his head. The power of the Poison Restriction erupted and the Purple Moon divine source rapidly spread in his body. At the same time, the phantom of the Ghost Emperor Mountain appeared behind him and the Golden Crow manifested above. The Dao Nascent in it sat upright inside with a sharp glint in its eyes.
There was rainbow-colored light that spread in all directions with Xu Qing as the source, causing Xu Qing to be filled with holiness.
There was a bamboo slip floating in front of him. It emitted the same energy fluctuations as the godâs finger and also contained a suppression effect.
There was also a token that Xu Qing lifted high. The moment he turned around, he shouted.
In that instant, the large net that filled the entire Fenghai County suddenly shone. Countless streams of light gathered above Xu Qing from all directions.
Taboo magic treasures werenât something that just anyone could use. The user required a sufficient understanding of them. Hence, many times, even if one had the authority to forcefully activate them, it would be very difficult for them to unleash too much strength.
This was because they werenât familiar with the operation of the Taboo.
After all, Taboo magic treasures were the vital point of any faction. Naturally, they wouldnât let others study and experience them easily.
However, Xu Qingâs situation was a little better. Old Master Seventhâs deep love for him caused him to be a Treasure Bearer who was in charge of the Seven Blood Eyesâ Taboo back then. His previous research, by analogy, provided him with great help in his current development.
Hence, the light that gathered in the sky shone extremely brightly.
Almost at the instant Xu Qing erupted with all his might, the godâs finger instantly arrived 100 feet in front of Xu Qing. After Its violent divine sense locked onto Xu Qing, a muffled but intense roar echoed in Xu Qingâs mind.
âYou⊠stole⊠my body. Return it to me!â
Xu Qingâs expression was solemn. As he carefully retreated, he used all his trump cards. He endured the huge waves in his mind and spoke in a low voice.
âI didnât snatch your body. It was that painting old ghost who deliberately drew my appearance in order to escape. You should go and look for him!â
âReturn⊠to⊠me!â As Xu Qing retreated, the godâs finger closed in by 30 feet and the divine sense It emitted became even more violent.
âThere are many messy things in my body. Itâs really not suitable. You can sense it with your perception.â Xu Qingâs breathing was hurried as he spread his shadow in the surroundings.
The shadow showed up while trembling, cowering under Xu Qingâs feet.
âReturn it⊠to me!â The godâs finger didnât listen to Xu Qing at all. The madness in Its divine sense intensified and It moved closer to Xu Qing.
Seeing this, madness appeared in Xu Qingâs eyes.
His right hand suddenly landed and the power of the Poison Restriction in his body erupted completely. The image of the Purple Moon rushed out rapidly and headed straight for the godâs finger in front of him. The morning glow on his body instantly became piercing, forming a sea of light that enveloped the finger.
The Golden Crow above his head went all out. As its hundred tails danced, the power of the Dao Nascent rose and roared at the godâs finger.
This wasnât the end. Xu Qing took out the demon transformation runes and activated Ghost Emperor Mountain.
At the next moment, the Ghost Emperor Mountain directly materialized. Under Xu Qingâs command, it charged toward the godâs finger.
After that, Xu Qing ruthlessly squeezed the Palace Masterâs token.
He summoned the Taboo power.
The resplendent light gathered by the large net in the sky trembled and headed down intensely, forming a huge hand of light that was tens of thousands of feet long.
Amidst the rumbling, the huge hand of light landed. The abyssal sea in this area collapsed as it headed straight for the godâs finger below.
At this moment, Xu Qing erupted with all his combat strength.
Loud explosions rang out, but⊠his enemy wasnât a cultivator but a god.
Even though it was only a pinkie of the godâs clone, the terrifying power it had was still beyond comprehension.
His poison mist didnât have much effect on the godâs finger. In Its frenzied state, It didnât care about corrosion at all. Moreover, Its godly body allowed It to completely resist the corrosion.
As for the Purple Moon source, Xu Qing had too little of it. Against cultivators, this source was unimaginably powerful. However, against the godâs finger, it couldnât put up much of a fight with its meager quantity.
Moreover, the godâs finger didnât have a clear state of mind. All that was left was desire and violence.
In an instant, the godâs finger pierced through the Poison Restriction and the Purple Moon, approaching Xu Qing. However, it was blocked by the morning glow.
Although the morning glow had an effect on resisting the god, it couldnât last for too long.
Seizing this opportunity, the Golden Crow fiercely attacked It, while the Ghost Emperor Mountain descended with a resounding impact. The hand of light also neared It at this moment.
This Taboo hand grew larger and larger as it landed, forming an extermination force. Together with Xu Qingâs other methods, it blasted onto the godâs finger.
All of Xu Qingâs methods were used in an instant.
Xu Qing immediately used all his strength to flee, leaving an afterimage.
Behind him, the deafening explosions caused the color of the sky and earth to change. This area under the abyssal sea completely exploded, shattering into pieces and countless gravel flew in all directions. The violent fluctuations it stirred up swept through everything.
Xu Qing was affected and spat out large mouthfuls of blood. His face turned extremely pale, but even while staggering, he continued to run.
However, in just over ten breaths of time, an earth-shattering roar rang out from the range where Xu Qing had attacked earlier. After that, a long river of flesh and blood rushed out from it at an extreme speed.
Its speed was so fast that it instantly caught up to Xu Qing. Xu Qing knew that he could no longer fight back. In this life-and-death crisis, madness appeared in his eyes as he used all his strength to activate the purple crystal in his body!
At the next instant, this squirming river of flesh and blood that carried extreme madness, instantly enveloped Xu Qing.
âReturn⊠to⊠me!â
The deranged murmurs of the godâs finger echoed. In the abyssal sea, Xu Qingâs figure disappeared. The place he was at was completely replaced by a squirming mountain of flesh and blood.
Terror and evil intent spread out from the hundreds of feet-long flesh mountain.
[1] For those who forgot, the Painting Race thinks the outside world is a painting.