Chapter 972: How about the Gods? I will speak with my strength Chapter 39

Mo Zheng opened his eyes again, his look even more determined.

He flew towards Gintoki without hesitation. This time, he was the sword and the sword was him.

There is no sword in your heart, but swords are everywhere.

Gintoki clearly felt that Mo Zheng's cultivation had improved, and his progress was too rapid.

Gintoki's eyes sank slightly, and he had to give it his all without holding back. As a demigod, he was forced into this state by someone with the strength of an Immortal King, which was considered quite capable on his part.

Others speculated that Mo Zheng had the strength of an Immortal Emperor, but in fact he only had the cultivation level of an Immortal King, and the gap between him and a demigod was two major realms.

The higher you go, the more each realm becomes a chasm that cannot be crossed easily.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many immortals wanting to become gods. Gods represent infinite lifespan and omnipotent powers.

God is almost omnipotent. His power is beyond everyone's imagination. Just mentioning God, they are filled with awe.

The demigod Gintoki is already the top existence in the fairy world. Except for the Emperor of Heaven, no one can compare with him.

But even though he was so powerful, Mo Zheng was not afraid at all and became more courageous as the battle went on.

It actually made the immortals who were watching feel sad but also wanted to cheer him on.

Mo Zheng's sudden realization this time made him experience a whole new feeling. The feeling of moving forward courageously and facing death made him feel relaxed.

Because he understood that he had nothing to fear even if it meant death, all the shackles on his body were broken, and he could apply what he had learned at will, as if it was his instinct.

Mo Zheng became more and more courageous as the battle went on, and Gintoki gradually felt exhausted. As a demigod, he was forced to this point.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. His hatred and rage made him break through his own limits and unleash a strength far beyond that of a demigod.

To others, the two seemed evenly matched.

The fight between the two should have been spectacular and spectacular.

But with the black clouds covering the sky, the constant rumbling sounds and the violent bombardment of the purple-gold heavenly thunder, they seemed very small.

For a moment, they didn't know where to look, whether to watch the life-and-death duel between Mo Zheng and Gintoki, or the bombardment of the Zhuxiantai by the purple gold sky thunder.

The fight between the two was changing rapidly, and when a blue light flashed like a meteor and a silver dragon was seen falling from the sky, all the immortals had a feeling that they had expected it.

This was the first time Gintoki was seriously injured, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He stared at Mo Zheng with sharp eyes.

He gritted his teeth and was about to go up again when Ji Yu suddenly came to his side, looked at him and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Gintoki pushed her away and said coldly, "Go away, he's coming."

Ji Yu cried and said, "No, I can't let you face life and death alone for me. I want to be with you."

Gintoki tried to push her away: "Nonsense!"

Ji Yu: "Don't try to push me away. We must be together in life and death."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Yu transformed into a phoenix, spread its wings and flew high. Its golden wings looked noble and beautiful.

As the phoenix cried in the sky, she swooped down.

"what!"

The fairies were stunned to see that Fenghuang actually rushed into Gintoki's body and merged with him. The Dragon Roar Sword actually made a sound of dragon and phoenix singing in harmony.

There was suddenly a lifelike phoenix pattern on the Longyin Sword.

With the blessing of the Phoenix, Gintoki's cultivation level skyrocketed instantly. This time, even if Mo Zheng broke through his limits again, he would not be his opponent.

Beidou Xingjun exclaimed: "She could even think of this!"

The Southern Heavenly King said, "How insidious! Isn't this clearly a case of using the majority to bully the minority? Gintoki was already a demigod, and his cultivation was several levels higher than Mo Zheng's. Now Feng Huang is actually... How can he be worthy of being the emperor?"

Yun Ji cursed angrily, "The despicable and shameless Phoenix Clan only knows how to attack from behind, bully the minority with their numbers, and bully others by taking advantage of their power."

Someone from the Phoenix Clan retorted: "What do you know? This is a manifestation of the deep friendship between the Phoenix Emperor and His Highness Gintoki. If not, do you think anyone can easily integrate into another person's body and bloodline?"

The Sparrow Clan and the Phoenix Clan started another verbal war, and Mo Zheng and Gintoki fought again until the sky was dark.

With the Phoenix as the sword spirit, Gintoki's Dragon Roar Sword is no different from a divine sword.

Seeing that his previous advantage was no longer there, Mo Zheng was gradually losing.

Suddenly, the thunder became louder and almost no other sound could be heard.

The pouring thunder finally covered the entire calamity cloud area.

The immortal kings' hanging hearts finally died.

It was indeed the Nine Heavens Thunder Clouds. Fortunately, they had withdrawn from the range of the calamity cloud early, otherwise they would have been smashed into pieces.

Because the thunder was so dense that it was unbearable, after Mo Zheng was stabbed by Gintoki, Gintoki flew away from the thunder cloud area.

Only the injured Mo Zheng was left, enduring the baptism of the purple-gold heavenly thunder.

"Mo Zheng!" Yun Ji shouted worriedly.

Mo Zheng was injured, and now he was struck by so many purple-gold heavenly thunders. If he didn't get out, he would probably be reduced to ashes.

It was like thunder raining from the sky, making the immortals dare not take even a single step forward. They could only watch as Mo Zheng was struck beyond recognition in the calamity cloud.

What a pity! He should have been soaring in the sky and writing his own legend, but now he is going to die in vain in the nine-day thunder tribulation.

Gintoki stood outside the calamity cloud and actually felt relieved.

If he allowed Mo Zheng to continue growing, he felt that he might not be his opponent.

Mo Zheng's potential exceeded his imagination, and for the first time, he began to fear an opponent from the bottom of his heart.

If Ji Yu hadn't transformed into a sword spirit, he probably wouldn't have been able to defeat him so easily.

Mo Zheng was struck and fell to the ground. With his level of cultivation, he was not able to withstand so many purple-gold heavenly thunders.

The Xuanbing Sword automatically emerged from his body and transformed into a giant sword to help him block the heavenly thunder.

"Who can save Mo Zheng?" Yun Ji cried and asked for help from the immortals around him, but no one responded to him.

Even the Emperor of Heaven shook his head: "If he can't get out by himself, no one can save him."

The old bird emperor looked at the emperor of heaven and begged, "Emperor of heaven, can you save the child?"

The Emperor of Heaven snorted coldly, "I told you to stop before, but what did you say to me? Now you come to beg me. Even if I want to save him, I can't do anything. With such dense thunder, even I don't have the slightest confidence."

"Is it really not possible?"

"Do you think I'm a cold-blooded person?"

"Alas, it's all fate."

Su Yan is dead, and I guess this child has never thought about living alone. It’s good this way. If there is an afterlife, maybe they can still be companions on the road to the underworld.

The old bird emperor tried to find joy in the midst of suffering, and thought this as a way of comforting himself.

Just as the Xuanbing Sword was about to collapse and several cracks appeared on the sword body, it seemed that this divine weapon was about to be destroyed by the thunder.

A sharp bird cry echoed through the sky.

Just when everyone was wondering how powerful it was, a giant bird shaped like a phoenix flew straight into the sky from under the Zhuxian Platform.

Those huge wings and gorgeous feathers gave off an air of being unattainable.

"what is that?"

"It's Suzaku!"

"It's the sacred bird Suzaku!"

As early as ancient times, the Vermilion Bird was one of the four spirits of heaven.

There has been a saying since ancient times that the Vermillion Bird is in the sky and the Phoenix is ​​on the earth.

Although the phoenix was a mythical beast in ancient times, it only existed as a symbol of good fortune and could not be compared with the Vermilion Bird, which is one of the creatures in charge of the four seasons.

The Phoenix is ​​the king of birds, while the Vermilion Bird is the god of the sky.

The Vermillion Bird is originally more noble and rarer than the Phoenix, and of course their martial arts capabilities are incomparable.

The Vermilion Bird is a divine beast in charge of fire, and the Phoenix is ​​originally divided into the male phoenix and the female huang.

The most essential difference between them is that Suzaku is a god, while Phoenix is ​​a mythical beast.