Chilling to the Bone

"You little b*tch! Die!" Hu Lu roared.

Chang Xi's pretty face turned cold, and she was about to counterattack and give him a harsh lesson.

Just then.

A figure, like a phantom, or as if it had been standing there from the beginning.

Silently appeared beside Hu Lu.

His face was gentle, his eyes calm, it was Chen Tian, who had been watching coldly all along, appearing like an ordinary Taiyi rogue cultivator.

At this moment, he held a spear in his hand, completely black, entwined with endless malevolent aura.

A Heavenly Dao Exotic Treasure—the God-Slaying Spear!

Chen Tian merely flicked his wrist.

He thrust out his spear.

Pfft—!

A sound of flesh being pierced, so light it was almost negligible.

The tip of the God-Slaying Spear, which seemed capable of slaying gods and demons, passed through Hu Lu's hastily erected protective Dao rhythm without any obstruction, piercing precisely into the core of his primordial spirit!

"Ugh—!!!"

Indescribable pain and destructive power exploded within his primordial spirit!

Hu Lu let out a scream so shrill it was inhuman, his violent aura collapsing like a pricked balloon.

The seven gourd phantoms wailed and shattered, transforming back into dull, physical gourds that scattered across the ground.

He looked down in disbelief, at the black spear tip protruding from his chest, dripping with dark golden Dao blood and shattered primordial spirit light.

He then struggled to turn his head and look at the youth whose expression remained gentle and peaceful.

"Who are you..."

Chen Tian shook his wrist, and the God-Slaying Spear erupted with even more terrifying malevolent energy.

"Chen Tian of the Witch Clan."

He said calmly, withdrawing the God-Slaying Spear.

The light in Hu Lu's eyes completely dimmed. His Quasi-Saint Dao body began to disintegrate inch by inch, turning into the purest creation spiritual energy and shattered Great Dao runes, returning to heaven and earth.

Only a system spiritual light, carrying a barely perceptible True Spirit, escaped from the void.

The valley, both inside and out, fell into silence once more.

All the powerful beings, including Chang Xi who had been so imposing moments ago, stared dumbfounded at the reversal that had occurred in the blink of an eye.

Watching the Quasi-Saint body slowly disintegrate.

Watching the seven Innate gourds scattered on the ground.

Watching the gentle youth holding the ferocious God-Slaying Spear, his expression terrifyingly calm.

Chen Tian flicked the golden bloodstains off the God-Slaying Spear and put it away.

His gaze swept over everyone present, pausing slightly on Xuan Qing, whose expression was constantly changing, and on Chang Xi, whose eyes were deep.

Finally, he looked at the seven gourds on the ground, each with a different spiritual light, and revealed a slightly bashful smile:

"Fellow Daoists, now..."

"How should these gourds be divided?"

With that, his aura was no longer concealed, revealing itself: early-stage Hun Yuan Golden Immortal!

"Cough, cough, if fellow Daoist likes them, just take them."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes."

Chen Tian had broken through to Hun Yuan Golden Immortal at some point, and he was still holding Luohu's God-Slaying Spear.

The powerful beings dared not speak out of anger.

The situation was now in his favor; anyone who dared to step forward would surely die.

Seeing that none of the powerful beings objected, Chen Tian walked to the seven gourds and collected them all into his System Space.

Then he looked at Chang Xi and slowly said, "Does fellow Daoist have any objections?"

Among everyone present, only Chang Xi could make him feel threatened.

Although he didn't know how Chang Xi had broken through to Hun Yuan Golden Immortal.

But there wasn't much description of the Lunar Goddess in the Great Desolation, so he hadn't thought much about it.

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Moreover, he had just helped Chang Xi deal with Hu Lu, so she must have developed a good impression of him now.

If he could win the favor of the two Lunar goddesses, Di Jun wouldn't be able to establish the Heavenly Marriage, which would count as altering a minor aspect of the Witch-Demon Calamity.

Chang Xi gave a wry smile, guessing that Chen Tian was also a Transmigrator like her.

How could she not see through Chen Tian's intentions? One by one, they were all clinging to her.

In her heart, she was still a man.

"Then will you give me a gourd?" Chang Xi said casually.

"Of course," Chen Tian said, directly taking out the Immortal-Slaying Gourd and tossing it to Chang Xi.

Chang Xi's small mouth parted slightly, but she didn't know what to say. She picked up the Immortal-Slaying Gourd and, pulling Xi He along, left the place.

After returning to the Lunar Star, she would have to explain things to Xi He.

Chen Tian watched Chang Xi's retreating back, the corners of his mouth curving upward.

The goddesses of the Great Desolation were indeed easy to woo.

Di Jun was hiding on the Solar Star and not entering the Great Desolation, Tai Yi was disliked by the two goddesses, and Qin Yuan was still a child.

Calculated this way, the only one who could be united with the Lunar goddesses was him, Chen Tian.

As a Transmigrator, he still had a bit of a sense of superiority. Coming to the Great Desolation, he only thought about conquering the world; what difference would that make between him and the natives?

Chen Tian looked down at the assembled great powers, then burst into laughter and left the canyon.

Seeing that they gained no benefits this time, the many great powers could only sigh and leave one after another.

Meanwhile.

The Creation System, along with Hu Lu, had fled Buzhou Mountain.

It was speechless about its host, who could have escaped faster but insisted on fighting with these great powers.

If it weren't afraid of being locked onto by the Heavenly Dao, why would it have sought a host in the Great Desolation?

Now, it had tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing the rice. It had lost enough origin power to cultivate a Quasi-Saint.

Forget it. It would leave the Great Desolation first and go to some fantasy worlds to "shear some wool."

The Great Desolation was too deep. After just one lecture, several Hun Yuan Golden Immortals had already appeared.

The Creation System used its power, wanting to break through the Great Desolation's world barrier, but found that the barrier was sealed by the Heavenly Dao's power. No matter what it did, it couldn't escape the Great Desolation.

What was going on?

The Creation System realized something was wrong.

Just then, a figure appeared behind it.

"Two Hun Yuan Great Daos, not bad, not bad."

Hongjun stroked his beard, looking at the Creation System with a lewd gaze.

"Hongjun?!"

The Creation System looked at the old man who suddenly appeared behind it and instantly understood.

This Great Desolation was probably specifically designed to trap and kill their systems.

"What gibberish are you spouting?"

"Hand it over!"

Hongjun grinned, showing none of the solemnity of "the leader of the Xuanmen, who transforms into Hongjun with a single breath." He was just like a rogue seeing a fat sheep.

He opened his large hand, and his palm seemed to contain a complete Great Desolation world.

The Heavenly Dao laws intertwined into a net, instantly covering the system's spiritual light that was attempting to escape.

"Hongjun! You are the Dao Ancestor of the Xuanmen, a Heavenly Dao Sage, how can you act like this and seize things by force! This is not the righteous path!"

The Creation System's light sphere flickered wildly, trying to pressure him with righteousness.

"Righteous path? I am eliminating Outer Realm Demons and protecting the origin of the Great Desolation. This is the greatest righteous path!"

Hongjun's hands did not stop. The power of a Saint at the ninth level of Hun Yuan pressed down without reservation, beginning a violent refinement.

"Ahhh--! I'll fight you to the death!"

Seeing that words were useless, the Creation System's core data stream burned furiously, attempting to self-destruct, at least to break off a piece of Hongjun.

"You want to self-destruct in front of me?"

Hongjun circulated the nine Hun Yuan Great Daos within his body. The surrounding space-time, along with the Creation System's self-destruction process, was instantly frozen.

A clear light flickered on his fingertip, like the most precise surgical knife, and he began to peel away and analyze the outer structure and chaotic data of this system's spiritual light.

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