Chapter 874: Chen Huai'an is dead?! ...

The Four Heavenly Emperors' intervention was remarkably effective.

Although their Daoist auras were intercepted, the celestial Dharma image behind Chen Huai'an was stripped away like silk threads, half of it already destroyed, leaving only one immortal and one demon.

"A bunch of beasts, yet they dare to defy the heavens?" Lao Tzu sneered, "In over a hundred reincarnations, I could kill you over a hundred times, but in this reincarnation, you still can't overturn the heavens!"

It seems to echo the words of Laozi.

The mournful cries of a hundred beasts echoed throughout the entire world.

The immortals looked at each other in bewilderment, while Laozi (Taishang Laojun) dismissed the matter with disdain.

The entire planet Earth is a sheepfold for the immortals of Lingxiao. A flock of birds and beasts are just weeds under the sheepfold. Let them howl. It's too dirty for us to remove these weeds.

Press both hands down.

The array's operating speed suddenly increased, and the Heaven and Earth Millstone pressed down once more.

Chen Huai'an sat cross-legged, his face covered in blood, looking up at the collapsed sky.

"go."

He spoke softly.

Buzz—

Behind him, the white-robed, sword-wielding, snow-white-haired sword immortal suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes held madness and arrogance.

There is no heaven, no earth, and no sages!

There is a character called 놅, which is a freehand expression of half of the glorious Tang Dynasty.

The sword immortal rose up, sword in hand.

The longsword pierced the sky, and his laughter was like a dragon's roar!

"Clouds remind me of her clothes, flowers of her face; the spring breeze caresses the balustrade, the dew is heavy!"

The first sword.

Where the sword light rises, clouds and mist scatter like rainbows, and flying flowers condense into the sword's edge.

A phantom dances on the clouds, a single sword strike revealing a thousand splendors.

"Kill one man in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles!"

The second sword strike.

The illusory image vanished abruptly, the body transformed into a startled swan, the sword moved in a straight line, so fast that time seemed to break.

Only a white mark remained, lingering for a long time.

"Have you not seen this?!"

"The Yellow River's waters... come from the heavens!!!"

The third sword strike.

The sword's momentum suddenly shifted, and the inky river hung upside down from the void, its surging waves all swords, its roar all sharp edges.

The phantom image stirred the long river, rolling towards the millstone.

"I am a madman of Chu, singing like a phoenix and laughing at Confucius!"

The fourth sword strike.

The sword cultivator's avatar suddenly became wildly unrestrained, his white hair dancing wildly, and his sword moves became completely chaotic, with each strike, thrust, parry, and sweep carrying the force of a collapsing mountain.

"We yearn to ascend to the heavens and grasp the bright moon, our hearts filled with soaring ambition and boundless thoughts!"

The Sword of the First Journey.

The sword tip pierced the sky, a solitary light like a ladder to heaven, straight through the nine heavens.

The phantom rose upwards following the light, as if tearing the sky and plucking the moon.

Sword shadows on the path, celestial music in the air.

Having unleashed all his techniques, the swordsman suddenly sheathed his sword and stood still.

The world was silent.

The Supreme Lord Laozi coldly looked down. Although the sword light of the Daoless Sword contained the ultimate Dao of Swords, it was ultimately just floating in this world, and could be suppressed with a single hand.

"An ant flaunting its poetic arrogance while drunk? It dares to shake the heavens with such a display?! What a laugh!"

"Break for me—!"

The millstone crashed and shattered, and everything collapsed.

The phantom of the sword immortal shattered.

But before it completely dissipated, it tilted its head back, drank the last of the wine from the pot, threw the pot down, and laughed loudly:

"Who can write for you, Your Excellency—"

The shattered phantom suddenly froze.

꾉Sword Returns to One.

Poetic spirit, the aroma of wine, wild bones, sword intent, moonlight... all collapsed into a single cold star at this moment.

"—The White-Haired Tai Xuan Scripture!"

The cold stars exploded.

A single sword flashes, chilling fourteen continents.

The millstone of heaven and earth was cleaved by the sword light, instantly splitting open with a sword mark, freezing the calamity fire, and cracking the sky.

Laozi lowered his eyes, and blood was faintly seeping from his sleeve.

He raised his head, and his eyes reflected the image of the departing sword immortal.

The Dharma is transparent, only the sword points to the heavens.

"Interesting. I underestimated you!"

With a flick of his wrist, Laozi burned away the bloodstains on his sleeve with the divine fire.

Despite being reluctant to admit it, it must be said that the sword immortal before him is indeed the strongest Dragon Soul inheritor in over a hundred reincarnations.

놛 is very strong; 놛놅's swordsmanship has reached its pinnacle.

Even so.

Even the way of the sword has not transcended this world, and has not reached the point where it can contend with the rules of the saint.

That's all.

Laozi lowered his eyes, feeling a pang of regret.

It is imperative to reduce this person to ashes; otherwise, turning him into a puppet would be a great help.

The whisk rises again.

boom--!

The vast sky seemed to fall effortlessly, like a piece of crystal crashing down upon the mortal world.

The millstone of heaven and earth Daoist essence, which had just been shattered by the sword cultivator's Dharma form, actually condensed again and pressed down on Chen Huai'an.

But now.

Standing behind Chen Huai'an.

Only one day left for the demon.

Chen Huai'an didn't move, but only frowned slightly.

The overwhelming force of heaven and earth pressed down once more, and blood involuntarily spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Just as the millstone of heaven and earth was about to touch the earth.

The Heavenly Magician suddenly opened his pair of blazing, fiery eyes and looked towards the falling sky.

Behind it, the void tore apart.

Iron hooves shattered the silence.

The clash of armor was like thunder.

A dark, shadowy figure silently emerged.

It stretches as far as the eye can see, without end.

There were knights wielding spears and leaping on horseback, their skeletal warhorses spewing ghostly fire;

There were heavily armed soldiers arrayed like mountains, their shields linked together to form a pitch-black city wall;

There were scouts with outstretched bony wings, hovering in mid-air like a flock of crows obscuring the sun;

There were artisans who propelled the crossbow carts, which were wrapped with blood-red runes.

A thousand troops.

Ten thousand horses.

They come from the abyss, from annihilation, from the indomitable souls who died in countless reincarnations.

There was no shouting.

There was only a deathly silence and a chilling atmosphere.

The Heavenly Demon still stirs.

But the endless legion behind it moved.

The front row of heavy shield soldiers simultaneously insert their shields into the void.

The shield takes root, its flesh and blood intertwined, transforming into a black Great Wall stretching across heaven and earth.

Behind the Great Wall, arrows were nocked, spears were pointed forward, and iron cavalry crouched low.

Layer upon layer, densely packed.

They stood in front of Chen Huai'an.

With the body, with weapons, with the void of the soul and the burning obsession.

The sky finally collapsed.

The shield wall bent instantly.

The shield-wielding demon soldiers had their bones shattered, yet not one of them retreated.

Their feet were rooted in the void, their hands were fused with their shields, and their eyes, peering through their visors, stared intently at the pressing sky.

The shield shatters, the soul perishes.

The second platoon leader, Ge Zu, stepped forward, his spears like thorns, thrusting upwards.

The spear broke, the body snapped.

Their bodies turned to ashes in the grand scheme of things.

The third rank of cavalry charged forward.

The skeletal warhorse leaped into the air, and the knight brandished his sword towards the sky.

Horses neighed and men roared as they crashed into the sky.

But it was like waves crashing against rocks, shattering into a sky full of black mist.

Row after row.

The demon army silently faced their deaths.

With their vanishing bodies, one by one, they held back the falling sky.

They can't stop them.

But they are dragging their feet.

To stall for time.

A moment later.

Drag out a tiny, insignificant gap.

The Heavenly Demon finally made a move.

It took a step.

The void beneath my feet is cracked.

Raise both hands—and clench them behind your back.

The black mist dissipated from the fallen demon army surged towards its arms like a hundred birds returning to the sea.

Broken spears, shattered shields, the remains of warhorses, the obsessions of knights... all the traces left by the fallen are gathered in its hands.

They coalesced into two swords.

The blade was wreathed in the roars of a million souls.

The Demon King crossed his twin swords and raised them upwards!

Clang!

The sound reverberated throughout the nine heavens.

The twin swords stopped the glass-like object from falling from the sky.

The Heavenly Demon's knees sank, and layers of ring-shaped air waves exploded beneath his feet.

It turned around.

Looking behind him, he saw Chen Huai'an sitting cross-legged, his face covered in blood.

Those burning eyes reflected the cultivator's pale face.

He grinned.

The next second, the sky pressed down completely.

The twin swords shattered, and so did the sky.

The demonic body exploded, starting from the fingertips.

That smile remained on his face until his head turned to ashes.

Thousands of soldiers perished.

The Heavenly Magic Form is destroyed.

The world fell silent once more.

The immortals in the Nine Heavens were dumbfounded and fell silent.

"What... what is the origin of this sword cultivator? He actually blocked the Daoist aura of a Saint twice!"

"Laojun's Daoist aura carries the great power of this world. Ordinary Daoist auras are nothing more than stars vying for brilliance with the moon in front of him. This sword cultivator was able to block it twice!"

"Right now, I'm just a Golden Immortal. If I'm allowed to grow stronger and fully condense my own Dao essence, I'm afraid..."

The Jade Emperor stared at the figure sitting cross-legged, and for a moment felt a chill run down his spine.

At this moment, Xin had only one thought—she absolutely could not let Chen Huai'an grow up, otherwise there would be a huge problem!

The immortals' discussions were incessant, and their shock and fear were all observed by Laozi.

He narrowed his eyes, his killing intent intensifying.

The tenacity of ants is a disgrace to a saint.

Fortunately.

Both the sword-path and the demonic path forms were shattered.

This swordsman has exhausted all his skills.

He flicked away the dust again.

The millstone of heaven and earth appeared for the third time, crushing down on that tiny figure.

Suddenly, two dazzling golden lights shone from those cloudy old eyes.

He unleashed all the dormant power of the sage within his body.

The millstone, originally ten thousand feet in size, expanded tenfold in that instant!

The runes on the Great Dao above stopped flowing and instead burst into flames, transforming into the Calamity Fire that destroyed everything.

"die!!!"

Boom—!!!

Chen Huai'an's cross-legged figure was instantly swallowed up by the millstone of heaven and earth and the raging flames of calamity.

Thump—! ! !

A muffled thud.

It felt as if the entire universe's heart skipped a beat.

The void outside the South Heavenly Gate collapsed instantly.

A bottomless, massive, ten-thousand-mile-diameter hole appeared where Chen Huai'an had originally been.

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Earth, Western Hemisphere.

The bustling metropolis is at its most vibrant during the night.

Sudden.

A jet-black beam of light rose from the ground and instantly pierced through it.

The world was silent; apart from the roar, not a sound could be heard.

Only eliminate (눂).

Tens of millions of people, along with the concrete jungle, vanished into nothingness in an instant.

Like a long spear, it pierced through the nine heavens, through the mortal realm, and through... the entire Earth.

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In the nine heavens.

The smoke and dust cleared.

The location where the swordsman was standing was now just a black hole.

The immortals fell silent.

a long time.

"Hahahaha!" A celestial being pointed at the black hole and laughed wildly: "Laojun is mighty! That demon has finally been slain!"

"Completely pulverized! Not even a trace left! That's satisfying!!"

The immortals realized what was happening, clapped their hands and laughed, and sang songs of praise.

A corner of the ruins.

Inside a broken, flattened purple-gold gourd.

Baji curled up, staring at the vast abyss, and let out a heart-wrenching cry.

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