510 Innate Divine Power II

The closer they got, the hotter the surrounding air became. The fireball that Mi Qi condensed in his hand grew stronger and stronger. He had acquired a powerful innate divine ability: a powerful demonic force.

That's truly enviable.

A hint of jealousy flashed across Mo Taizhen's eyes. With his innate supernatural powers, Mo Taizhen knew perfectly well how the demon before him had been born. Its devouring ability had failed, it had gone out of control, and it had become neither human nor ghost.

However, many people dream of having innate supernatural abilities. If a clear-headed person were to acquire such abilities and strive to control them, these supernatural powers could be manipulated at will and potentially evolve into even more powerful forms.

The sword in his hand moved with unwavering speed, employing the Mysterious Sword Technique, the Myriad Sword Style.

It seemed to merge with heaven and earth. The magnificent sword energy soared to the top of the clouds, as if piercing a complete circular hole in the dark clouds above, allowing the moonlight to pour down.

Bathed in moonlight, it appeared exceptionally mysterious and majestic. Behind it, enormous sword wings composed of blue sword energy spread out and soared high, gleaming with a cold light, like a god, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

Mi Qi was fearless at this moment, and did not know what fear was. In his eyes, the weak carnivore did not run away, but was about to be eaten. It was probably scared silly by him.

The flame in his hand was like a giant fireball, burning fiercely, and his whole body seemed to begin to petrify, becoming brave, fearless, incredibly hard, and invincible.

Mo Taizhen was at the peak of his power. The giant before him posed a great threat, but it was also courting death. The Emperor cannot be insulted; those who dare to belittle him will die.

He wielded the Orchid Sword swiftly, countless small swords shooting forth from its wings, slicing through the night sky with a sharp, fierce aura; the sword energy seemed to breathe, as if the Milky Way were hanging down from the heavens.

Thousands of small swords moved with lightning speed, densely packed and overwhelming. They drew graceful arcs in the air, their sword energy carrying boundless power, suddenly covering Mi Qi's entire body.

The clanging and clattering sounds were incessant as sword energy entered the body, sparks flew everywhere, and the sounds never stopped.

Mi Qi's enormous hand involuntarily shot into the sky, deflecting the dense rain of swords rushing towards his forehead and brow. He instinctively felt that he could not allow the sword energy to enter his head.

Its power remained undiminished, and it hurtled toward the small boat with the speed of a giant glacier.

Upon seeing this, Mo Taizhen's mind flickered, and she caught a glimpse of it.

With a sudden swing of his sword, a massive sword aura condensed into a solid giant sword, which shot out from the sword's wings.

The giant sword was three zhang long, as heavy as a mountain, and as swift as lightning. The heavens and earth changed color, and a thunderous roar resounded.

Suddenly, a vast and mighty power burst forth, tearing through the night sky, as if to cleave the entire world in two and destroy everything in its path.

The crowd that followed them was now surrounded by a dense mass of people. The fearless members of the Crimson Flame Demonic Sect charged forward with fervor, showing no fear of death.

He held various weapons, some good, some bad, including swords and spears, and resembled a farmer wielding a sickle.

Ignoring the three-foot sword energy, he suddenly charged into the battle, instantly dispersing the mist.

Be careful, everyone.

"Third Brother, is that you?" A young disciple of the Xuanji Sect, cautious and wary, asked softly, "Xuanji, please light this."

Suddenly, an attack came from all sides. His face was covered in blood, which was still wet, and his teeth were also dripping with blood.

"You're courting death!" he roared, sword energy bursting forth from his body, shooting out in all directions for three zhang (approximately 10 meters). Instantly, the surrounding area became clearly visible.

With a swift, powerful swing of his sword, a hissing sound filled the air as the blade pierced through the chest. Blood splattered from the sickle-wielding villager, staining the young disciple's face crimson.

Before he could even draw his sword, a sickle suddenly came flying at him. In his shock, his head flew up and rolled down, splattering all over the sickle-wielding villager's face.

The villager with the sickle drew his longsword, glared fiercely at his companions, and brandished his sickle as if to declare that this was his prey.

The companions around him stopped in their tracks, their expressions filled with struggle, only to see the sickle-wielding villager disappear into the mist with the corpse on the ground.

Suddenly, a furious roar came from the center: "Attention everyone! You must either decapitate them or smash their heads; otherwise, you cannot kill them. Be careful!"

Screams echoed everywhere, some normal, some bizarre.

The wind and magpies were surrounded by the sudden attack of the Crimson Flame Demon Cult. Fearless, they came from all walks of life: pig butchers, merchants, villagers, vegetable farmers, and women, all wielding kitchen knives, wood-chopping knives, and sharp knives, as well as pig-slaughtering knives.

His bloodshot eyes seemed to have lost their minds, as power flowed into his body—power that didn't belong to him, power he couldn't fully control.

Once a gun is in hand, the evil thoughts in one's heart are amplified and completely released. Naturally, one will also want to overturn the umbrellas of others who have suffered hardships.

Skin impervious to blades and spears, feeling as if there were no weaknesses, charge, charge!

Within an unknown space, the healing monster slowly awakens, feeling the power of the treasures on its body calling to it and drawing it in.

I don't know why I was able to gain such power, but this power allows me to recover faster and increase my strength more quickly.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to devour the minor leaders of this area and become the leader of this area himself.

Feeling the power increase slightly, he nodded involuntarily.

My mind slowly searches for who is calling me. Time slowly passes.

The enormous monster, sensing the power, involuntarily returned a trace of its own ability and incomplete cultivation technique. Lacking its own bloodline, cultivation and enhancement were indeed real; the more it cultivated, the more it assimilated.

Feeling the intense passion of the one who called out to him, and gaining mysterious power, he couldn't help but nod slightly in agreement. Instantly, he felt his own power being projected out to him in such a mysterious way.

Lu Shuang suddenly felt a mysterious power enter her body, and was instantly overjoyed, thinking to herself, 'I've been noticed! Thank you, great Crimson Flame Demon King!'

The remaining members of the Crimson Flame Demonic Cult present immediately felt a powerful force enter their bodies, strengthening their physical forms. Some experienced an increase in strength, while others broke through to new levels of mastery. Instantly, their eyes turned bloodshot, and a surge of fanaticism rose once more.

Seeing the living enemy, they became even more frenzied.

Its hardened body seemed no longer that of an ordinary person; it could kill gods and Buddhas alike, and all sorts of ordinary survival tools had transformed into deadly weapons.

Shining with a cold light, charging, wielding, the blade cutting through the air, fervent, shaking heaven and earth, yet seemingly brimming with heroic ambition.

Are kings, nobles, generals, gods, and Buddhas born with special privileges?

A powerful shock, strength, the future, and resistance.

Feng silently observed coldly, then said in a low, rapid voice, "We need to leave as soon as possible. I'll lead the way, you follow closely behind."

Qing suddenly fell silent, then rushed into the fog, unleashing his full power to disperse the ten-zhang-wide fog around him. The fog exploded with a bang, and the surroundings instantly became clear.

He said decisively in a low voice, "I'll clear the way. Quickly, get out of the fog."