Martial Godly Emperor

2Everyone looked over, and sure enough, there were two humanoid puppets on each platform.    

    

After knowing how the competition was going to be, the people on the stage calmed down.    

    

If they only injected a trace of their soul into the human-shaped puppet, no matter who won or lost, their lives wouldn't be in danger.    

    

Of course, this wasn't an absolute saying. After all, there were some powerful martial skills that could harm a person's body along that trace of divine soul.    

    

"Even if it's like this, it's still difficult for them to defeat them."    

    

There were people discussing on the stage.    

    

What they said was right. In terms of the Dao that they had comprehended, the Sixteen Taoists had indeed won them by too much.    

    

Meng Yu stood there, his blue robe fluttering in the wind.    

    

Ever since he got this set of blue Protective Clothings from Chen Chujing on the island of the Bridge of Helplessness, he had practically worn it all the time.    

    

After a short while, a white robe descended from the sky. His posture was calm, as if he was a celestial being that had descended to the mortal world.    

    

"Young Master Peng is so handsome!"    

    

"So handsome! How can I let him take a look at me?"    

    

"I wonder which Female Cultivator is lucky enough to get his favor?"    

    

Many crazy female disciples and Female Cultivator looked at him passionately.    

    

Murong Jin landed in front of Meng Yu with a smile on his face.    

    

"Young master Peng!"    

    

Meng Yu cupped his hands and greeted him. His attitude was neither servile nor overbearing.    

    

"Your name is Meng Yu? What is the meaning of the Dao that you have comprehended?"    

    

Murong Jin asked.    

    

"Before fighting you, you asked me if the Dao I have comprehended is suitable?"    

    

Meng Yu looked at him with a smile that wasn't a smile.    

    

Hmm?    

    

Murong Jin felt a little awkward.    

    

It wasn't that he wanted to know about the Heavenly Dao that Meng Yu had comprehended, but that he had just casually asked.    

    

"Alright, let's begin."    

    

Murong Jin said. He and Meng Yu walked to the outside of the formation of the competition stage and sat on a thin ball.    

    

After that, Meng Yu squeezed out a trace of his divine soul and attached it to the puppet inside the formation.    

    

Instantly, Meng Yu's image appeared on the originally blurry face of the puppet.    

    

At the same time, Murong Jin attached his divine soul to the puppet.    

    

"I didn't expect that you would actually form the Second Divine Soul."    

    

Young Master Peng was a little surprised.    

    

This man didn't come from a sect in Misty Mountain, but he was able to form the Second Divine Soul. This showed that he had great potential.    

    

Peng!    

    

At this moment, Meng Yu focused his mind and calmed his mind. He used his divine soul to control the puppet on the stage.    

    

It was as if the puppet on the stage was him.    

    

Meng Yu's puppet condensed a long sword of origin energy and held it in his hand, emitting a bright light.    

    

Murong Jin also condensed a long sword on the opposite side. In the next moment, he slashed out countless Sword Wave at his puppet.    

    

Within the formation.    

    

Countless scratches instantly appeared in the spatial zone, producing countless explosive sounds.    

    

Meng Yu commanded the puppet to greet him with the Sword Out of Rainbow.    

    

However, the powerful Sword Dao forced the puppet to take countless steps back!    

    

"Amazing! As expected of Young Master Great Peng!"    

    

"I can't even clearly see the Heavenly Dao that he's using with this sword strike."    

    

On the stage, the cultivators and disciples were all watching the battle on the stage.    

    

To most of the people present, it was very helpful for them to improve their Cultivation Level and comprehend the Heavenly Dao by watching the battle between young master Murong and the Fallen Flower Fairy.    

    

Amidst the loud noises, the puppet commanded by Meng Yu retreated once again.    

    

Young master Mu Rong's sword had merged with fate. Under his sword attack, the fate of "death" had locked onto Meng Shou's puppet tightly.    

    

"So strong!"    

    

Meng Yu could feel his Sword Dao being forced back step by step by his opponent.    

    

He could foresee that if he attacked with his physical body instead of testing his own Dao, Murong Jin would have killed Meng Yu a long time ago.    

    

The Sword of Destiny, "Death" had yet to arrive. The Heavenly Dao contained within it had already pressured the puppet until it was covered with the Qi of Death.    

    

Meng Yu sucked in a breath of cold air. This Art of Destiny was truly powerful to the extreme!    

    

How could one break out of a situation when one was locked onto by the Heavenly Dao?    

    

"A flash of light, Shadow Sword!"    

    

Meng Yu unleashed the move that contained the law of time, the "future."    

    

The countless sword shadows in the Heavenly Dao also neutralized this move. A portion of the sword shadows shuttled through time and space and attacked the puppet that Murong Jin controlled in the next moment.    

    

"That's right. You have actually comprehended the law of time in the future!"    

    

Murong Jin was a little surprised.    

    

Wherever the sword passed, Murong Jin controlled the puppet to use spatial magic to resolve it.    

    

In an instant, just as Meng Yu's sword was about to strike the puppet, however, the puppet had already split the spatial zone. In an instant, it was right in front of him. Numerous folded virtual spaces were stacked up, causing the sword shadows of the puppet under Meng Yu's control to appear. It was unable to harm it.    

    

"Very good."    

    

Murong Jin praised.    

    

The folded virtual space collapsed like glass.    

    

However, at this moment, the puppet passed through the shortened space and arrived in front of the puppet controlled by Meng Yu.    

    

Earth Shrink!    

    

Meng Yu was shocked.    

    

One of the Sixteen Taoists really lived up to its reputation!    

    

He and Fallen Flower Fairy were even called young master and fairy. This was the honorific given to geniuses like them.    

    

"Temporal Rule 'Past', Star Dream!"    

    

The body of the puppet controlled by Meng Yu instantly emitted a myriad of rays of light. Each ray of light contained a rich Heavenly Dao.    

    

The sword revealed a desolate killing intent and an ancient feeling.    

    

A quiet starry night instantly appeared within the formation.    

    

Countless stars were dazzling on that day.    

    

Suddenly, all the stars in the sky fell down.    

    

Amidst the explosive sounds.    

    

Every single star seemed to carry a sharp sword tip.    

    

The entire formation carried the silence of time, containing the vast seas and mulberry fields.    

    

"What, what is this? What a powerful Heavenly Dao intent!"    

    

"Heavens, the rules of time. Which rule is this in the rules of time? Time? "    

    

Murong Jin was shocked.    

    

He hurriedly used his sword to block the attack.    

    

However, he didn't expect that the puppet's heart would be pierced by thousands of swords at this moment.    

    

What's going on?    

    

There were clearly no falling stars around the puppet, but the puppet had been pierced through by the ten thousand swords and shattered into countless pieces. The core of the puppet had been shattered with a bang.    

    

At this moment, the trace of divine soul had returned to Murong Jin's body.    

    

The cultivators who saw this scene were dumbfounded.    

    

Countless of them looked at Meng Yu's puppet in disbelief.    

    

Countless of them were rubbing their eyes. Had they seen wrongly? The puppet that fell down belonged to that young man in blue, not young master Mu Rong, right?    

    

But the truth was that young master Murong's puppet had lost.    

    

"Impossible, impossible..."    

    

Many disciples of the Fallen Star Monastery kept shaking their heads.    

    

It wasn't that they didn't admit Meng Yu would win, but they didn't believe that senior disciple Mu Rong would lose.    

    

Senior disciple Mu Rong, what kind of existence was that?    

    

He was a legend in the sect.    

    

Entering the sect at the age of ten, reaching the Ninth Level of Body-refining Stage at the age of eleven!    

    

Sixty years after entering the sect, he had already broken through to the Void-returning Stage! He became one of the few disciples in the sect who could break through to the Void-returning Stage within a hundred years.    

    

And his comprehension of the Dao, after sixteen years after entering the sect, he had already comprehended a complete Sword Great Dao, and he had even comprehended the Space and Destiny Technique!    

    

He was also representing the Fallen Star Monastery, and in the competition with the disciples of other sects, he had won one after another.    

    

In the outside world, he had even defeated many elders of large sects, and had even killed Sect Master of two large sects!    

    

However, in the Fallen Star Monastery, the most influential person among the younger generation was Murong Jin.    

    

How could a talented person like him be defeated by a nameless junior who had jumped out of nowhere?    

    

Unbelievable!