Chapter 572 – Ying Ling
”Human?”
Amon’s brows suddenly furrowed as he felt those six auras that suddenly emerged from the Qi Luck.
One must know that this was not the material world, this was a world of emptiness made up of qi, and in the long river of qi, it was impossible for anything other than the qi itself to exist, and even Amon could only incarnate the qi in order to continue to nibble away at the Great Xia’s national fortune.
But now, he saw with his own eyes, six human figures slowly coming from the long river of qi.
The strangest thing was that they were all dressed very differently.
One wore a straight Chinese mountain suit and combed his back hair, as if from the Republican era, with an aura as calm and stable as a mountain;
One was in the attire of a court lady from the Ming Dynasty, wearing a dark green colored jacket and skirt, wearing a hairpin on her head, gentle and virtuous;
One was dressed in the bell-bottom pants and flowery shirt of the 1980s, wearing toad sunglasses, like a hip young man who had just fooled around in a dance hall;
There were two other figures, wearing sweatshirts and shirts that were full of modernity, but if you looked closely, you could still find the difference in age. The girl’s sweatshirt was made of lambswool, and her feet were stepped on little white shoes, both of which looked to be products of the last two years; while the boy was dressed in a white shirt, black legging pants, and a bulky headset hanging around his neck, which had been completely discontinued fifteen years ago;
Last but not least, the figure in the center, he was clad in a tattered and ancient armor, which was still stained with a large area of dark red blood, and carried a long spear in his palm, which was equally bloody and hideous, like a great general who had just come from the battlefield.
However, his appearance was unusually young, but only around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with eyes as stern as swords and a murderous aura.
These six people who belonged to completely different eras stood together, giving people an inexplicable visual impact, and in the midst of the distortion, there was even a trace of bizarre harmony ……
They stepped on the long river of rushing qi and walked slowly towards Amon, the black giant.
Amon s gaze was fixed on these six people, and his eyes were filled with puzzlement.
They …… seem to be the same as themselves, all without bodies and incarnated as qi existences.
But, what exactly were they? Why were they hidden in the Great Xia’s national fortune?
”You, are the one Ye Fan said, the one who disturbed my Great Xia’s national fortune?”
Among the six, the young general at the head slowly spoke, his ice-cold eyes gazing into Amon’s eyes, and even though the aura emanating from the other party was majestic and terrifying, there was still not the slightest bit of fear on his face.
”How is it possible? Humans, how could they exist in the aura?” Amon frowned and spoke.
”Is it strange?” The hip young man in the floral shirt and flared pants pushed up his toad sunglasses and smiled faintly, “Because, we ourselves are part of the Great Summer’s Qi Luck.”
Part of the qi fortune?
Amon’s frown tightened, even though he understood the words, he still couldn’t understand ……
Humans, how could they become part of the qi fortune?
His gaze swept over the bodies of the crowd, as if he had figured something out, and he spoke in surprise, “You are the souls of already dead humans?”
”To be precise, we are Ying Ling.” The middle-aged man in a Chinese mountain suit said in a low voice, “The Ying Spirits of the …… human ceilings that once existed in the history of Da Xia and, due to a variety of factors, ended up lying dormant in the torrent of the nation’s fortunes.”
Amon’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Human ceilings, should just be just the same level of existence as that sword-wielding human, here, there were even six of them?
”No, human souls, they simply can’t withstand such a powerful impact of the kingdom, even if you guys are a bit stronger than the others, it’s impossible for you to hold on for such a long period of time, much less fall asleep in this.” Amon shook his head.
”Relying on the soul alone, it really doesn’t work ……,” the young general at the head slowly spoke.
He stretched out his hand and gently shook it at the source of the torrent of national fortune, and a shadow sped out of nothingness, emitting a piercing pop, and eventually plunged into the earth in front of him!
It was a spear that was broken only halfway, but bloodstained with killing intent.
”However, if one collapses the realm since, refining bone and blood into a weapon, and melting the body into a soldier, one can create a divine soul vessel, converge the gods within, and place it in the torrent of the national fortune to be nurtured, fusing oneself with the qi fortune, and then one can be transformed into a spirit of heroism, and guard my Great Xia’s national fortune for ten thousand lifetimes.”
His voice was calm, yet resounding, and those eyes filled with sharpness were like brilliant stars, bright and piercing.
At the same time, the other five reached out towards the end of the long river of qi, and five very different broken weapons flew in front of them, buzzing.
Halberds, guns, sticks, fans, and whips.
In life, these weapons were comrades who accompanied them in their bloodshed and rose all the way to the top; in death, these weapons were the Qi Divine Soldiers that carried their flesh and blood and souls and subdued the Great Summer’s national fortune.
Amon’s brows furrowed, ”A self-collapsing realm, refining bones and blood into weapons? Are all of your human ceilings in Grand Xia this crazy?”
”You’re wrong.” The woman in Ming Dynasty court attire said calmly, “In addition to being human ceilings, we all have another identity ……”
The woman in the lambswool bodysuit on the far edge of the six gazed at Amon and said calmly:
”I am the fourth Commander-in-Chief of the Great Summer Vigil, Human Ceiling, Wang Qing.”
Beside her, the clean-cut boy in a white shirt with bulky headphones hanging around his neck, holding the broken Fangtian halberd, slowly spoke:
”Third Commander-in-Chief of the Great Summer Vigil, Human Ceiling, Tang Yusheng.”
Immediately after that, the new-fangled man in a flowery shirt and bell-bottomed pants smiled gently, “The second Commander-in-Chief of the Great Xia Vigilantes, the Human Ceiling, Li Clang.”
”The first Commander-in-Chief of the Daxia Vigilantes, and the predecessor of the Vigilantes, and the head of the 139th Special Biological Response Team, Human Ceiling, Nie Jinshan.” The middle-aged man in a Chinese mountain suit said in a low voice.
The woman wearing a Ming Dynasty palace dress spoke faintly, “The predecessor of the 139 Special Creature Response Group, the second generation main division of the Evil Suppression Division, the Human Ceiling, Rams Wan.”
The young general in the center of the six, the one holding a shattered spear, slowly said:
”In the following Zhen Evil Division’s first generation main division, first ceiling, Han Dynasty general, Jing Huan Hou …… Huo Zai Diao.”
As the six men’s words fell, an unprecedented aura erupted with them at the center, and the rushing torrent of the country’s fortunes suddenly tumbled, and behind them, a golden dragon condensed from the fortunes slowly climbed up from the torrent.
This huge dragon was formless and tasteless, like a misty cloud, flying between the mountains, its body stretched for thousands of miles, with no end in sight, and the scales and armor on its body were always flowing with light golden qi, and just a trace of it could suppress all the evils in the world.
This precipitation for thousands of years, thick and magnificent flourishing national fortune, finally surfaced between heaven and earth, revealing a corner of terror.
At its feet, behind the six broken divine soldiers, stood six humans from different eras.
They were the suppression envoys of the national fortune.
They were the first special squad with the longest history.
Their name, [Ying Ling].