Chapter 856 Immortal Demon Golden Body…

Thunder God of Heaven.

That was truly the realm of celestial beings.

Even though her true form was weakened by the turbid energy, she was still a genuine celestial being!

"This farce should end now."

The sound wasn't loud, but it caused the rocks on the floating peak to crack inch by inch.

The Celestial Venerable raised his hand.

The long whip in his hand, crackling with world-destroying black lightning, is called [God-Slaying].

Whip up.

Before the wind even stirs, the whip has already arrived.

*Smack*

A crisp sound.

Chen Huai'an didn't even see the whip's shadow before he was whipped into the pile of rocks like a kite with a broken string.

His sternum had collapsed, and half of his shoulder was covered in a mass of flesh.

"Ants".

The Celestial Venerable remained indifferent and raised his whip once more.

Snap!

Rocks flew everywhere.

Chen Huai'an's legs made a sickeningly sharp cracking sound as his kneecaps shattered, and he was forcefully shoved into the mud.

Does it hurt?

When the pain reaches its extreme, it becomes numb.

This lash strikes not only the body, but also the very breath it holds.

You must beat him to his knees.

We must subdue the enemy.

"It can still move?"

The Celestial Venerable looked at the slightly twitching finger in the mud and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Then I will scatter your soul."

The black whip was raised high, and lightning flashed, forming a black, poisonous dragon that roared.

Just this moment.

From that patch of "mud" came a hoarse laugh, like a wild beast grinding its teeth.

"Hehehe... Eat!!!"

That wasn't a human voice.

That was the whisper of the devil.

Buzz—

A pitch-black, extremely violent aura suddenly erupted from Chen Huai'an's battered body.

At a critical moment.

The remaining consciousness fully activated the Heavenly Demon Art.

On the floating peak, the scattered fragments of the corpses belonging to the Twelve Earthly Branches and the Great Thunder God were rapidly withering and shriveling.

The corpse contained immense immortal power and the essence of thunder, which was forcibly plundered by that domineering demonic power and poured into Chen Huai'an's mouth, nose, and seven orifices as a raging torrent!

놛놇 'eat' people.

놛놇'Eat' Immortal.

"As long as I live, your lives are my medicine!"

"Ughh ...

Amidst a beast-like roar, Chen Huai'an crawled out of the ruins.

The broken bones, the energies of immortals and demons, were forcibly injected, making a cracking sound as they were reconnected after being misaligned; the collapsed chest swelled up as if being inflated.

Even more astonishing is its ferocious appearance.

The left half of its body was filled with demonic energy, as black as ink; it was the all-devouring demonic form.

The right half of his body shone with golden light and was surrounded by celestial energy; it was the true immortal body that had been plundered.

And at the boundary between black and gold, on that bare chest and back...

A golden dragon pattern appeared as if it were alive, ferocious and domineering, as if it wanted to burst out of the body and tear the world apart.

Half demon, half immortal, bearing dragon markings.

Thunder God had never seen such a mortal before...

No, it should be said that this is a monster that crawled up from the ghost realm.

"you……"

The Celestial Venerable frowned.

The ant was emitting a strange aura that made me feel a long-lost sense of unease.

"As I have said."

Chen Huai'an spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his voice hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against iron.

Those eyes, one as black as night, exuding a sinister aura; the other as red as fire, radiating a mighty dragon's power.

"I say I will end this damned cycle of reincarnation."

"I said... I'll take her to see a world fireworks display."

The image of that charming and innocent figure flashed through my mind.

Li Qingran.

That silly apprentice who rushed into the small world all by himself for the sake of the 놛.

He had clearly promised to protect her for life.

How could you die here?

How could a bunch of beasts who treat all living beings like pigs and dogs die?!

"I cannot die..."

Chen Huai'an gripped the cracked Black Scale Sword in his hand, took a step forward, and the rock beneath his feet instantly turned to dust.

The golden dragon patterns on its body suddenly lit up, emitting a resounding dragon roar.

"If I don't die... then you must die!!"

boom!

The energy surged dramatically.

This is the Golden Body of Immortals and Demons, painstakingly created by devouring countless immortals and gods.

Do not cultivate merit, nor seek divine favor.

I kill to prove my path, I devour immortals!

"evil creature."

The Celestial Venerable was finally truly enraged.

"Since you've already fallen into demonic possession, then let yourself be reduced to ashes!"

With his hands clenched into fists, countless tribulation clouds gathered, forming a lightning spear that wiped out the remaining energy in a region, and thrust it directly at Chen Huai'an!

This is a sure-kill move that locks onto both the soul and the body.

There is no way to avoid it.

Chen Huai'an did not avoid it.

He raised his head, and a wildly arrogant and unrestrained grin suddenly appeared on his half-demon, half-immortal face.

This is the scene.

Isn't that perfect for that sword intent?

"How can..."

A chanting sound arose.

Chen Huai'an gripped the sword with both hands, ignoring the mournful cry of the blade, and charged upstream against the world-destroying lightning spear!

This moment.

놛 is not for self-interest.

It was for the backbone of the human race that had been kept in captivity for thousands of years, and for the bloodline of the ancestral dragon that had been severed.

"...bow and scrape before the powerful and wealthy!!!"

—Slaying Immortals, Breaking Waist.

Clang—!!!

The sword light exploded.

That wasn't sword energy; it was a bone.

A bone that would rather break than bend!

Rumble!

The Black Scale Sword finally couldn't withstand this resolute will and shattered inch by inch the moment it touched the Thunder Spear.

The sword shattered.

But the desire was not completely abandoned.

That defiant sword intent, carrying with it monstrous demonic energy and the wrath of the Ancestral Dragon, formed a long rainbow of black and gold, forcefully shattering the World-Destroying Thunder Spear. Like a sun-shooting nail, it pierced deep into the chest of the Heavenly Venerable's phantom, passing right through its heart!

Click.

Time seemed to stand still.

A crack appeared on the high and mighty face of the Heavenly Venerable Puji.

She lowered her head, staring in disbelief at the large, transparent hole in her chest.

Looking at that mortal who only had the hilt of a sword left in his hand, whose body was crumbling, yet still grinned and laughed wildly at me.

"you……"

"Go back to your heaven!!"

With a roar, Chen Huai'an unleashed a punch, his left hand forming a jet-black dragon claw.

This punch will destroy that day.

boom!

The towering Celestial Venerable's body, hundreds of feet tall, suddenly disintegrated from the rage originating from the mortal realm, transforming into a shower of thunder, molten metal, and light that rained down upon the world.

…

The rain has stopped.

The clouds dispersed.

At the summit of the floating peak, only a solitary figure remained.

Chen Huai'an stood there.

His body was covered in wounds, and the hideous dragon patterns on his body were slowly fading away, as the demonic energy and immortal light receded into his body.

Golden blood flowed down his trouser leg and gathered in a pool.

But 놛 did not fall down 떘.

That body, forged through countless trials and tribulations and rebuilt by devouring more than ten immortals and gods, was radiating an oppressive aura that made people afraid to look directly at it.

He casually tossed away the bare hilt of his sword.

Slowly raise your head.

Looking at the gradually closing third eye, as if it wanted to escape.

He stretched out his trembling right hand and, from the void, grasped the weapon that had been silently waiting—

【The Axe That Opens the Heavens】.

The axe handle was rough and cold.

But it made me feel more grounded than ever before.

Chen Huai'an took a deep breath, the rusty, foul air entering his throat felt like strong liquor burning his heart.

He raised his axe and pointed it at the high sky.

His voice was hoarse, yet every word he uttered was as firm as iron, shaking the heavens:

Is there anything else?

Heaven remained silent.

The wind howled, as if in fear.

"If it's gone..."

Chen Huai'an gripped the axe handle tightly, and two raging flames ignited in his half-demon, half-immortal eyes.

"Then this day..."

"I am about to open it!"

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