Chapter 853 Sword Slaying the Twelve Divine Organs…
The descent of immortals has always been considered an auspicious event.
It was a magnificent sight, with all beasts roaring and all people revering it.
However, now, the sky has cracked open.
The sky cracked.
Twelve blazing suns forced their way into the mortal realm.
The gods and immortals do not come to bestow blessings, nor do they come for the sake of all living beings.
Driven only by selfish desires, he sought only to vent his pent-up hatred and anger.
The primordial spiritual energy between heaven and earth surged like a tide, pushed aside by the power of immortals and gods, just like the waves being pushed aside.
The golden-armored general, 'Zi Shu', shattered the flowing clouds atop the floating peak with a single step.
Behind him, eleven divine generals stood in formation, their energy intertwined, forcefully carving out a 'pure land' amidst the pervasive primordial spiritual energy.
A place, a pure land shrouded in gray mist.
The gray mist, like dust accumulated in armor, fell softly to the ground as the twelve divine generals stepped forward, and then spread like ink in the primordial spiritual energy.
The primordial spiritual energy and the haze are difficult to mix, like cold water splashed into a boiling oil pan, making a sizzling sound.
The celestial power was like a prison, unfathomable in its depths.
powerful.
A power strong enough to crush an entire region.
That's a difference in the level of life, like a mayfly seeing the sky.
Zishu's gaze swept over the remains of Di Biyuewu and Tufuxing, and he snorted coldly.
"Two useless people."
If it weren't for these two incompetent fools, why would we have been forced by the Heavenly Emperor to descend to the mortal realm to deal with this mess?
Then, he looked at the floating peak, the only living person still standing there.
Dressed in white, her hair, half of it white, was draped loosely behind her head, dancing wildly in the wind.
The mortal swordsman stood on the edge of the cliff, holding a black sword in his hand. There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy in his body; he was as still as a block of stone.
"So it was you?" Zi Shu frowned, not understanding why Tu Fu Xing and Bi Yue Wu would die at the hands of such a mere mortal swordsman.
I suspect there might be a mistake somewhere.
But isn't the person standing next to the corpse the murderer?
"Don't worry about anything else, just grab someone and take them back to report!"
The Rat raised its hand, and golden light gathered in its palm, transforming into a golden decree powerful enough to imprison time and space.
"The Heavenly Emperor has ordered that you be brought to justice."
"Kneel down."
The sound was like thunder.
The combined pressure of the twelve True Immortals transformed into an invisible mountain, which crashed down with a deafening roar.
The floating peaks trembled, and shattered fragments flew away.
Chen Huai'an's clothes fluttered in the wind, his hair danced wildly, but his spine remained ramrod straight.
She slowly raised her eyes.
His eyes were calm, revealing only a wild abandon born of half-drunkenness and half-awakeness.
"You've come at the perfect time."
Chen Huai'an lightly flicked the spine of the sword with his fingers, producing a clear, crisp sound, and jade beads fell onto the plate.
The sword intent rose around him.
"I have just obtained a line of poetry, and this place cannot contain it all. I am in need of a few immortals to test their swords."
"madman."
The rat's pupils constricted slightly; its intuition, honed by years of battle, allowed it to sense an extremely dangerous aura.
"Form ranks! Suppress and kill!"
Twelve Yuan Chen moves instantly.
Golden light surged like a tide, instantly engulfing the summit of the floating peak.
The twelve destructive divine powers converged into one, transforming into a gigantic golden hand that blotted out the sky, carrying an overwhelming killing intent, and slammed down fiercely towards that faint figure.
The wind has stopped.
The clouds have stopped.
This palm strike severed all chance of survival.
This palm strike was unavoidable.
In this suffocating silence, a wild and unrestrained chant rang out.
"Have you not seen..."
Chen Huai'an moved.
As soon as the Black Scale Sword was drawn an inch from its sheath, a vast and surging mist of water vapor suddenly filled the heavens and earth.
"...The Yellow River's waters flow from the heavens!"
Clang—!
A flash of sword light appeared.
That wasn't a beam of light; it was a river.
A Milky Way, formed by the convergence of countless sword energies, cascading down from the heavens.
The sword intent is like water, its momentum is like the sky.
The giant golden hand that sealed off the space seemed so insignificant in the face of this vast river of swords that seemed to come from the heavens.
Before the giant hand could land, it was shattered into pieces by the Sword River.
"What...what kind of sword intent is this?!"
The rat was terrified, feeling as if it were facing not a bird, but the weight of the entire sky collapsing down.
Chen Huai'an did not answer.
He simply took a step forward, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, and thrust out his sword.
With a sudden shift in sword momentum, the once vast river of swords became resolute, carrying a tragic sense of irreversible devastation.
"Flowing to the sea..."
Chen Huai'an's figure passed through the seemingly indestructible battle formation.
"...never to return."
This sword strike cut off their retreat.
This sword strike will extinguish all chance of survival.
Clang.
The sword is sheathed.
The world returned to deathly silence.
The twelve arrogant, golden-armored generals remained frozen in mid-air, still in their battle formation.
The wind blew by.
Splash!
It sounded like the flow of some kind of liquid.
Puff, puff, puff...
A series of soft sounds, like ripe fruit falling to the ground in late autumn.
Eleven golden heads rose from the neck at the same time.
There wasn't even a gushing of blood, because all life and blood were instantly swept into the river of sword energy by that irreversible, immortal-slaying sword intent.
Eleven headless corpses fell to the ground like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
Only the Rat.
At the last moment, he crushed the life-saving artifact.
His body was forced to shift three inches to the side despite being locked in by that terrifying sword intent that seemed to be something otherworldly.
But those three inches couldn't save 놛's cultivation.
The sword energy was like water, slicing off the three flowers on the top of Kim's head and severing half of Kim's arm.
"ah--!!!"
Zishu fell into the dust, looking at the headless corpses on the ground, and at the sword cultivator in white robes with his back to the monastery, his heart pounding with fear.
What kind of sword is this?
Where did this fierce monster come from?!
Even though his aura was far inferior to that of an immortal, why did he kill these immortals and gods as easily as cutting melons and vegetables?
Their golden bodies, which they were so proud of, were nothing but fragile paper in the face of that sword intent!
Chen Huai'an slowly turned around, his gaze falling on the rat not far away.
"Missed one?"
He frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with the flaw in the rhyme scheme of the poem.
The thumb of the hand pushed against the sword guard again.
"Then I'll finish you off with one more sword strike."
Clang—!
The murderous intent resurfaced.
The mouse closed its eyes in despair.
However.
The sword could not be delivered.
Boom! ...
The moment Chen Huai'an made that thought, the immense primordial energy that had dissipated after the deaths of the eleven True Immortals was forcibly drawn into his body by the energy within him and swallowed whole.
The already precarious bottleneck shattered instantly.
The realm of Mahayana Buddhism has reached perfection; the path to immortality is just a step away.
This aura was too immense, too defying the heavens, and finally completely enraged the long-accumulated heavens above.
Click!
A crimson bolt of lightning, as thick as a mountain, carrying the will to destroy everything, crashed down without warning!
Too fast.
That's too cruel.
That was a fatal blow from Heaven, giving Chen Huai'an no chance to dodge.
"snort."
Chen Huai'an grunted and had no choice but to give up the pursuit. He reversed the Black Scale Sword, and the sword intent soared into the sky, directly confronting the heavens.
"Break for me...!"
boom!
Lightning flashed and engulfed the floating peak.
"Survived...survived?!"
Zishu opened his eyes and looked at the figure swallowed by the sea of lightning, his eyes filled with the wild joy of surviving a disaster and resentment.
I dare not linger.
Burning the last bit of essence and blood in his body, his entire body transformed into a mournful streak of blood light, tumbling and crawling towards the closing crack in the sky.
I must escape back to the world of gal!
This mortal realm is hell!
Lei Hai Center.
Chen Huai'an held the Black Scale Sword, his clothes fluttering in the strong wind.
He glanced at the blood-stained figure fleeing in a disheveled state, then looked away.
Poetry, sword drawn.
A mere rat is nothing to worry about.
Since I have no intention of continuing to conceal my identity, I might as well fight these gods and Buddhas openly and honestly.
He raised his head.
Looking at the endless, churning apocalyptic clouds that seemed poised to crush the entire world, a wildly arrogant smile curved his lips.
"Heavenly Dao... is this your welcoming gift?"
Chen Huai'an twirled his sword with one hand, the tip pointing straight to the sky.
"Not enough! More!"
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