Fang Han actually unleashed the "Heaven Origin Strike". It was unknown whether it was imparted to him when he united with Linglong Immortal Venerable, or if he had just used the Heaven Cycle Compass to calculate it. The power of this "Heaven Origin Strike" was actually exactly the same as when Linglong Immortal Venerable killed the Son of Deep Blue.
The Immortal Dao Laws condensed into a single point, concentrated into the "Heaven Origin". The origin of heaven.
This "Heaven Origin Strike" required the consumption of Immortal Dao Laws. Fortunately, Fang Han had just killed all the experts of the Kanli Great World and the Fighting God Great World, among which more than ten Heavenly Immortals had met with his deadly hands. After killing them all, their Immortal Dao Laws condensed into a single strand, which was enough to provide the Immortal Dao Laws needed to unleash the Heaven Origin Strike.
"Kill!"
The Heaven Origin Strike was accompanied by the sounds of billions of devils howling, gods blessing, and buddhas chanting in the void. That point of light condensed into a single speck also shot towards Muye Cangmang's head.
Muye Cangmang's entire body was trembling, his complexion heavy. At this moment, he also felt a tremendous killing intent. The look in his eyes when viewing Fang Han was no longer that of looking at the face of a "small figure who burst forth with fortuitous encounters."
"Sovereign Sacred Law, the First Style of the Seven Styles of Judgment, Melody of Heaven and Earth!"
Suddenly, he struck out the Great Dao profound meaning within the Sovereign Sacred Law. The divine abilities of many Three Thousand Great Daos condensed into a single strand and were released. With a popping sound, those immortal arts composed of the Three Thousand Great Daos burned blazingly, actually transforming into jumping musical notes and a melody, a soothing yet intense piece of music.
Rumble rumble… crackle pop, it seemed like the roar of ten thousand beasts, and also seemed like immortals chanting, jade maidens playing the flute, buddhist kings beating drums, and great gods keeping the beat. As soon as that musical melody rushed out, it condensed on Muye Cangmang's large hand. The light of judgment on it solidified time, dominated laws, and judged space and time.
"Pop!"
Muye Cangmang gathered his large hand and struck out the first style of the Seven Styles of Judgment, the Melody of Heaven and Earth.
At this moment, the fluctuating melody of heaven and earth circulated along with the vital energy in his body, without the slightest deviation or omission. His entire person, soul and physical body, was embedded into the Melody of Heaven and Earth. Seeming to be heaven and earth yet not heaven and earth, being within it was incomparably wondrous, profound and mysterious, the gate of all wonders.
Muye Cangmang's large hand once again displayed majesty. As soon as the Melody of Heaven and Earth was struck out, it actually grabbed the golden light of the Heaven Origin Strike, and with a sudden pinch, crushed this golden light to powder.
He actually broke the "Heaven Origin Strike".
"This is the Melody of Heaven and Earth. He is profound and mysterious, having already embedded himself into the fluctuations of heaven and earth. This is the legend of the beginning of comprehending the Dao of a Profound Immortal. Could it be that he is going to comprehend Profound Immortal Laws? Muye Cangmang is truly worthy of being the person who cultivated the Sovereign Sacred Law into the Seven Styles of Judgment!"
"That's right, the profound and mysterious artistic conception is the beginning of the Dao of a Profound Immortal."
"Once the Dao of a Profound Immortal is comprehended, there is a possibility of stepping into the Profound Immortal realm. We have cultivated to God Immortals and have been so for millions of years. Comprehending the Profound Immortal is already impossible. In another millions of years, we will also turn into dust, turn into dirt. But he is different. By comprehending the Dao of a Profound Immortal, he has the possibility of advancing to a Profound Immortal in the future, and his lifespan will be countless times longer than ours!"
"The Heaven Origin Strike, that Fang Han unleashed the legendary Heaven Origin Strike, yet it was still ineffective. It was resisted by the Seven Styles of Judgment."
"Now, that Fang Han is probably in danger."
"No wonder Muye Cangmang is so wildly arrogant, he indeed has the capital to be wildly arrogant. I wonder if he can kill Fang Han this time."
"Haha, once that kid Fang Han is killed, he can obtain his Eight Legions Pagoda. After Muye Cangmang refines the Eight Legions Pagoda, I'm afraid he will be the number one person between heaven and earth."
"Indeed, our Muye family can also obtain his Wings of Freedom and the Immortal Dao Laws in his body!"
Countless divine thoughts intertwined, crackling like lightning and flint, flashing countless sparks in the void. It was all the many ancient grand figures marveling at the first exchange of blows between Fang Han and Muye Cangmang.
"Fang Han, a small figure is a small figure, and will never become an overlord or a giant. You still want to be the alliance leader this time? It is simply wishful thinking. Meeting me this time represents that all your previous luck is completely gone. Your fortuitous encounters will ultimately belong to me, because you are just a small figure, while I, Muye Cangmang, am of the incomparably noble bloodline of the War King Heavenly Monarch and the Muye family."
Muye Cangmang pierced through the "Heaven Origin Strike", laughed heartily, and issued an incomparably haughty voice. Taking a step forward, his smile restrained, and his entire person's majesty became thicker. Like the ruler of all heavens and worlds, he caused the mountains to submit, the starry sky to submit, the five elements to submit, and yin and yang to submit. His tall and stalwart body completely overwhelmed Fang Han's imposing manner. His hands repeatedly formed endless hand seals, and between the waving of the hand seals, he struck out billions of secret arts with complex textures, elevating that original Melody of Heaven and Earth once again.
"The Seven Styles of Judgment, Second Style! Soul Song of Triumph!"
Om!
While Muye Cangmang stood tall, he struck out the second style of the Seven Styles of Judgment, the Soul Song of Triumph. As soon as this move was struck out, everyone saw that fully hundreds of great immortal arts combined together, seemingly forming a unique soul, and these souls played out a song of triumph.
Presently, the souls of countless cultivators all began to tremble. They had an irresistible urge in their hearts to also sing the song of triumph and praise Muye Cangmang's great divine ability.
This move, the Soul Song of Triumph, was even more tyrannical, more domineering, more profoundly mysterious, and more unfathomable than the previous move "Melody of Heaven and Earth". As soon as it was unleashed, all the divine tunes of the song of triumph enveloped towards Fang Han, shocking the dragon energy around his body to crack inch by inch.
"The Seven Styles of Judgment have only been unleashed to the second style and already have such might. Then if it is unleashed to the seventh style, the final style, to what extent will it reach?"
"I wonder how many styles this Fang Han can withstand?"
"The Seven Styles of Judgment are truly too tyrannical. According to legends, it was the strongest ultimate knowledge of the War King Heavenly Monarch back then. Once unleashed, countless ancient heavenly monarchs had to retreat in evasion."
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Seeing Muye Cangmang unleash this move, the Soul Song of Triumph, many grand figures could not imagine to what extent of tyranny the subsequent five styles would reach?
Right at this moment, Fang Han moved.
His entire person transformed into a formless plume of smoke and clouds. The Wings of Freedom on his back flapped, like an eagle soaring through the sky, breaking through layers of binding to gain freedom.
The killing moves of the Soul Song of Triumph bombarded onto his body layer by layer, yet they all passed straight through, fundamentally unable to strike his body, as if he fundamentally did not exist at all.
"Muye Cangmang, you are too arrogant, so arrogant that I really don't want to let you off. I will ravage you to death, letting you know what true terror and despair are. Letting you know that your so-called noble bloodline of the War King Heavenly Monarch is nothing but a lump of stinking meat." Fang Han soared straight up, rising meteorically, taking it one step at a time, ignoring the attacks of the Soul Song of Triumph.
"Those who blaspheme the noble bloodline of the War King Heavenly Monarch die!" Muye Cangmang's eyes suddenly turned blood-red. His hands changed, and his aura expanded once again. Countless vortexes within his body suddenly shot entirely outwards: "You actually look down on our noble bloodline. Then I will let you witness exactly how great, how shoreless and boundless the power of this noble bloodline is. The Seven Styles of Judgment, Third Style, Heavenly Vein Blood Source!"
As this style was struck out, suddenly traces of bright red burst forth in the void. A power of bloodline descended from the sky and augmented onto Muye Cangmang's body. An aura of an ancient heavenly monarch immediately appeared within his body. A thick network of veins suddenly bulged on his body. This network of veins was like the root system of a large tree, taking root into the Immortal Realm, absorbing streams of an airflow that was similar to primal chaos yet not primal chaos. It was actually the Qi of Origin.
"Heavenly Vein! He is an inheritor of the Heavenly Vein. A true heir of an ancient heavenly monarch actually possesses a unique Heavenly Vein, capable of drawing out the Qi of Origin which has already disappeared. According to legends, even in the Immortal Realm, this Qi of Origin is not easily drawn, and is an object monopolized by some ancient grand forces. Only with the Qi of Origin can immortals further their cultivation, otherwise, wanting to elevate one's realm is an impossible matter!"
"This is the Heavenly Vein? The third style of the Seven Styles of Judgment is actually rousing the power of the Heavenly Vein in the blood to draw the Qi of Origin!"
"Not only that, this move Heavenly Vein Blood Source also contains extremely formidable changes within it."
"Fang Han actually spoke words of blasphemy against my Muye family's noble bloodline, he will undoubtedly die!" Muye Cangmang's entire person rose up, actually catching up to the flight trajectory of the Wings of Freedom. His Hand of Judgment became blood-red like cinnabar, and with a blood palm hand seal, he slapped out, striking to the point of collapsing the sun and moon.
"Origin Divine Fist!"
Fang Han turned around, paused in midair, and with a move of endless origin, forcefully shook the opponent's move. His eyes were cold, like a dead person, empty and hollow, and also seemingly like the eyes of the World Honored King Buddha, possessing even more of an aura of the Source of All Evil.
As the two fists collided, Fang Han's body didn't move an inch. He incarnated the two great divine powers of Origin and Creation, but the fist wind suddenly changed, transforming into an evil aura.
"Your eyes will become my eyes, your bones will become my scepter, your corpse will become my totem. Your fresh blood will become the runes on the totem pole…"
Another voice seemingly appeared within Fang Han's body, as if he had transformed into another person, another personality, a ruler from the previous universe, wanting to bring it to this universe and recapture the right to rule.
"Bang!" Fang Han's Origin Divine Fist, with a driving surge of his large hand, suddenly became morbidly evil, transforming into an ashen, withered large hand. Carrying the most evil thing of the previous universe, it descended, directly smashing the third move of the Seven Styles of Judgment, Heavenly Vein Blood Source.
The Heavenly Vein Blood Source ruptured.
Muye Cangmang did not expect that Fang Han would actually unleash such an evil thing as the Source of All Evil. That withered, ashen large hand seemed to have condensed countless evils, dragging him into the abyss of sin. His noble bloodline felt a sense of being polluted and corrupted.
"Ah! You actually dare to unleash such an evil thing, blaspheming my bloodline. My bloodline is noble, and allows no blasphemy." Muye Cangmang's body shook, dodging the withered large hand, going to launch a counterattack.
"Your skull will become my sacrificial wine cup!"
Fang Han shook fiercely, and that ashen large hand expanded fully tenfold, grabbing towards Muye Cangmang's skull.