Twilight Speaker

Chapter 243 Cut yourself off and enter reality!
Chen Xiang was tired from fighting.

The green bamboos turned into blood-red bamboos, soaked with the blood of the seven old masters.
The bamboo that He created on a whim was actually undergoing a transformation.

The seven former masters were barely recognizable as human beings. They were all lying on the ground, gasping for breath, with countless whip marks all over their bodies oozing blood.
"I'm very disappointed in you."

Chen Xiang stuck the scarlet blood bamboo into the mud and stared at the old masters:
"I am disappointed in you for your vile souls and actions, and for your weakness and humility."

With his mind in a daze, he managed to stand up. The blood of the Great One flowed out of his mouth like it was free. He murmured:
"Who are you?"

"Dai, you are the smartest one. You must have figured out who I am."

Chen Xiang walked forward, looked down at Him, and spoke calmly:
"Death, or [ignorance], He is gone, completely annihilated. I will not kill you, nor will I stop you from coming to reality, even..."

"I look forward to that day."

Dai's heart stopped for a moment, and he stared at Chen Xiang intently:

"Meng, dead?"

Chen Xiang did not answer.

Dai spat out a mouthful of blood foam, staggered to his feet, and stared at the one-armed man in front of him who seemed to be the incarnation of the Father God.
He laughed miserably:

"Unexpectedly, unexpectedly you shouldn't have come to the subspace. If you stayed outside and planned carefully, perhaps we would lose everything."

"But you came to the subspace!"

"Just to beat us up?"

Chen Xiang stared at Dai calmly, a little absent-minded, thinking of the scene when he first came to the subspace and the seven dwarfs jumped forward with laughter.
I thought of the time before the beginning, at the beginning of all things, when nine children stretched out their hands and called out to their Father God.
He sighed softly.

Chen Xiang once again grabbed the scarlet bamboo and whipped it hard, hitting Dai's chin violently. The latter's bones were fractured and his head was almost shattered. His body flew towards the red sky with great momentum.

Then, Chen Xiang kicked the other six panting and coughing blood-covered Old Overlords one by one into the sky, and watched them fall to the ground one by one, stirring up a huge wave of smoke and dust.
Chen Xiang held onto the bamboo and didn't look at those guys. Instead, he lowered his head to dig a hole. In just a few moments, he had dug out a huge deep pit.

He threw the seven completely exhausted Old Ones into the pit and gazed down at them:

"Perhaps it won't be long before you can escape from the subspace and return to reality. I can't control that. What I can control is that while you are still in the subspace, I want you all to sink into the mud and into the ground, without seeing the sun and unable to move."

As he spoke, Chen Xiang began to fill the deep and huge pit with soil, burying all seven of the Old Ones in it.

Finally, he stuck the bamboo, which still flowed with old blood, into the mound and watched it sway quietly.

After a long time, Chen Xiang's divine nature was in turmoil, and many powers were affected and turned into substance. After interweaving to seal off this earthen mound,

He turned around and walked back tiredly to his sleeping [real body],
The real body is extremely huge, with a broken sword stuck in its head. Just staring at it is enough to give you a thrilling feeling.

Chen Xiang glanced at the prophet who was sleeping beside him, and suddenly had an idea. He sat up straight, closed his eyes, and tried to fall asleep.

He fell into a dream.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a sky that was both black and red. Most of the black and red sky was covered with scarlet swirls.
Chen Xiang felt the pain in his head and stood up with difficulty. He looked sideways and saw a one-armed dwarf sitting beside him, sleeping.

“It’s really possible.”

He coughed lightly, blowing up a dust storm, and was slightly absent-minded. This feeling was extremely wonderful. However, Chen Xiang did not use his real body for too long. He soon left and woke up from the dream. His mind returned to his body, and the huge Emperor Xiang real body fell down again.

Chen Xiang stood up and confirmed that the seven former masters were buried and sealed off, making it impossible to see the scenery above ground.
The broken blade full of contradictions and paradoxes appeared in his hand. After hesitating for just a moment, he grabbed the broken blade and thrust it fiercely into the skin of the Infinite Giant!
The blood of the Greatest One flowed out and poured onto Chen Xiang. He bathed in it, and his body was covered with scars. His skin and muscles were shattered under the heavy pressure, and his bones were broken!

But Chen Xiang didn't care. He used all his strength to cut the infinite giant fiercely. The physique of the greatest man seemed to be non-existent in front of the broken blade and could be cut very easily!

But my real body is still too big.

Chen Xiang compared the small holes on the ground and laboriously cut the Infinite Giant into small pieces one by one.

From the legs, to the limbs, and then to the torso.
The blood of the Greatest One shattered Chen Xiang, but it was mixed into His body, and the blood and bones merged.
In the end, the Infinite Giant was completely shattered, leaving only a huge head with a broken sword stuck in it, lying quietly on the ground, still sleeping.

Chen Xiang took a breath, tiredly raised the broken blade, and stabbed towards the head.

Failed.

"Ok?"

Chen Xiang was slightly stunned, and tried again, but no matter how hard he tried, the broken blade could not go in after piercing the surface of the skull.

He was stunned, then he used his own [omniscience] and suddenly understood.

“It’s this broken sword.”

Chen Xiang smiled bitterly. The broken sword and the broken blade stuck in his head were originally one piece, but the broken sword stayed on his real body's head for too long.
He was baptized by the sound of stupid horns day and night, causing the broken sword to take root in his head, and the two grew into one.
In other words, the head and the broken sword became one whole.
Chen Xiang used the broken blade to cut the head, which was equivalent to cutting a broken sword - which was impossible to achieve.

He was a little worried. The original plan was very clear. He would split the Emperor Elephant's true body into countless small pieces, and then throw them into reality through ten small holes.

Then reassemble your real body in reality to get your real body out of trouble.
The body and limbs were separated smoothly, but what about the head? ?

Chen Xiang pushed the huge head to the entrance of the cave. The head was so big that it had to be cut into at least three parts before it could barely fit into the cave.

"There's some trouble."

Chen Xiang frowned slightly, pondered for a long time, and finally made up his mind.

"It can only be this way."

He exhaled, and found the hole that corresponded to the old altar he owned among the ten holes.
Then he slowly stuffed the body fragments into it, one by one.

"A body without a head is still a body."

I don’t know how much time has passed,
When all the body fragments were stuffed into the cave, Chen Xiang was finally exhausted and collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, with a faint smile on his face.

"Now, just wait for the body fragments to fall into reality."

"It won't be long."

He glanced sideways at the bamboo still swaying on the distant mound, his eyes deep:

"When you come to reality, Emperor Xiang will also return to reality."

(End of this chapter)