Chapter 1227 – You are a god

　　The colossal statue, clad in a crimson cloak, with its feet in the starlight and its head in the night, was looking down at the duo of Bifetu and No. 22 amongst the roiling sands, and its likeness, exactly the same as Lin Qiye’s, was just more solemn and dignified in its aura.

　　This was not the [Qi Tian Dharma Phase] drawn from the Great Sage, nor was it the [Qing Yuan Dharma Phase] that Yang Jian had taught him.

　　This was Lin Qiye’s [Dharma Heavenly Image Earth] that only belonged to him by thoroughly integrating the two and creating his own [Dharma Heavenly Image Earth], and the shape wasn’t that of a demonic ape, nor was it that of a Qingyuan Myriad Path True Monarch, but rather, it was Lin Qiye himself.

　　The [Dharma Heavenly Image Earth] was a secret technique mastered by a handful of gods in Grand Xia, and as long as there was aura present, it could be performed without the need for spiritual power, and this was the only strongest means Lin Qiye could utilize when all his spiritual power had been drained!

　　”It’s him?” When No. 22 saw this scene, his brows furrowed as he spoke in confusion, “His spiritual power should have been drained already right …… What kind of ability is this?”

　　Bifetu, who had one of his arms severed, had a similarly somber and gloomy face.

　　Right at this moment, a vertical eye opened from between the brows of Lin Qiye’s Dharma phase and a terrifying pressure swept out!

　　Under the gaze of this vertical eye, Bifetu and 22 only felt their bodies stagnate, as if a pair of large, invisible hands had clutched their bodies and bound them in place.

　　This was the divine ability of the original [Qingyuan Dharma Phase], which had also been fused into Lin Qiye’s own Dharma Phase at this moment.

　　That top-heavy Dharma phase, flexed its fingers and accompanied by a whistling gale, a long sword swept across the sky like a rainbow, chopping straight at No. 22’s body!

　　No.22’s eyes shrunk, not caring about anything else, his body’s triple “Klein” realm erupted at the same time, and the pink wave of air rushed backward into his body, which barely opened the boundaries of the vertical eye, staggering backward.

　　The Heavenly Clouds Sword grazed his heart, cutting off one of No. 22’s wrists like a knife cutting tofu.

　　In a scream, the King’s [Holy Grail] was swept out tens of meters away by the gale along with the severed palm.

　　At the same time, that heavenly phantom stepped out, directly flashing to Bifitu’s body, his mountain-sized black arm raised high, rolling with the power of destroying the heavens and the earth, slamming down!

　　Bifetu, who had been cut down by the [Treasure Sword] with a supreme divine arm, was simply unable to carry this blow by strength alone, and was unable to use the Divine Ruins, so he could only grit his teeth and retreat backward in a hurry.

　　Bang—!

　　The fist of the Dharma Phase smashed down into the desert, a terrifying sandstorm rolled up into the sky, and Bifetu let out a muffled grunt as his figure flew backward hundreds of meters with a roar, a wisp of blood seeping out from the corner of his mouth.

　　He slowly stood up, his eyes staring at the phallic phase, reaching out to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, an incandescent heart in his chest beating frantically, rapidly repairing the injuries in his body.

　　”This is only a minor injury …… that body is simply cheating!” Within the Dharma phase, Lin Qiye’s soul muttered.

　　Previously, Bifitu’s punch had directly smashed several of his ribs, and even his internal organs were almost shattered, if not for the fact that his body had been baptized with the power of faith and had swallowed peaches, and its strength had already surpassed that of its peers by several times, I’m afraid that this punch would have completely shattered him.

　　Lin Qiye’s punch, although it also injured Bifitu quite a bit, but through that heart’s terrifying recovery power, it dissolved into a minor injury within a few breaths.

　　We were all in the same “Klein” realm, and although Lin Qiye, who possessed many divine ruins, was overpowered, he was still under the constraints of his realm, but Bifitu, who had transplanted the torso of a supreme god, was a monster that had been completely turned on!

　　Lin Qiye had no doubt that even if a god was caught off guard by one of Bifetu’s punches, he would be knocked around.

　　After a melee, Lin Qiye, Bifitu, and No. 22 stabilized themselves in three directions, guarding each other, and the battle was about to start.

　　”No…… where is the [Holy Grail]?”

　　No. 22 covered his bloodied wrist and swept his gaze around, but he didn’t see the decapitated [Holy Grail].

　　Lin Qiye, who was in the state of Dharma, narrowed his eyes, and he, who was extremely sensitive to aura perception, suddenly seemed to have sensed something and jerked his head up to look at the sky!

　　The boundless clear sky grayed out at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if someone had used a black muslin to cover the heads of the crowd.

　　Daylight gradually dim, golden yellow sand a little bit by the darkness swallowed, the cold wind whisked through the desert, as if the winter midnight, killing silence.

　　A bright crescent moon slowly rose from the end of the night sky.

　　This was not Lin Qiye’s ability.

　　”There’s someone else in this treasure trove?” Lin Qiye had an ominous premonition.

　　Before 22’s words fell, that bright crescent moon suddenly spun strangely in the air, turning into a light lone boat that rippled in the night sky and slowly sailed towards the crowd.

　　Within that crescent moon lonely boat, an old man stood hunched over like a ghost.

　　In his left hand, he was grasping a blood-drenched severed arm, while a tall, dark-golden cup floated in front of him.

　　”[Holy Grail]?”

　　”My hand?”

　　No. 22 and Bifitu exclaimed at the same time.

　　Only to see that old man holding the broken arm in his hand, his eyes gazing fiercely at Bifitu below, as if he was looking at an extremely rare treasure, the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile:

　　”It is true that the sky does not kill me Sumer …… even sent such a good sacrifice in, this hundred years of hibernation, finally came to the harvest time.”

　　He exerted his five fingers, clasped that Supreme God’s arm, and pinched it!

　　Bang-!

　　The arm turned into roiling blood and merged into the [Holy Grail], and the shaking liquor rose rapidly, not only filling up the loss from the previous 22nd wish, but also doubling several times overall, almost overflowing out of the mouth of the cup!

　　”Not good! Quickly stop him!!!” Lin Qiye looked like he had thought of something, and his Dharma phase lips slightly opened, his voice echoing in the air like thunder.

　　No. 22 and Bifitu, also realized that things were not good, both of them pulled up and flew at the same time, rushing towards the crescent moon lone boat in the sky.

　　No.22 raised the [Scepter] in his hand and was about to activate it when the nothingness in front of him suddenly distorted!

　　Black hair extended like a waterfall from the void, enveloping No.22’s figure, a soft and boneless palm poked out from the black hair, lightly holding on to the upper half of the [Scepter], instantly stopping the [Scepter] from knocking down.

　　No. 22’s pupils suddenly shrunk, three times the “Klein” spiritual power tumbled, trying to wrestle with that palm, but no matter how hard he pushed, the [scepter] seemed to be held in a vice-like grip, not moving at all!

　　This seemingly weak palm had such terrifying strength?

　　While No. 22 was shocked, a slender, white figure stepped out from the tumbling hair.

　　It was a woman clad in white robes with a frosty face, her left hand deadlocked on the [Scepter], her right hand holding a lance, she was squinting down at No. 22, an unprecedented sense of oppression surging into his heart.

　　”This woman …… “From those beautiful eyes, No.22 seemed to see the shadow of some familiar woman, and panic surfaced on his face!

　　”God! You’re a god!!!”