5.8 million!
Within the Invincible Sword Domain, the black and white Sword Qi instantly surged a thousand feet.
The sky, which was originally shrouded in Yin Baleful Qi, was torn into countless fragments.
Yin Wujiu was at the forefront of the escape, had only rushed for less than three miles when he ran headlong into Sword Qi Wall composed of tens of millions of Pure Yang Sword Gale.
Boom!
The black robe formed from the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Painting was ignited by the Pure Yang Sword Intent the moment it touched the sword wall.
The pitch-black cloth turned to ashes inch by inch.
"No!"
Yin Wujiu let out a desperate scream.
Boundless Sword Qi pierced through his face.
The Body-Protecting True Gang of Half-Step Heavenly Monarch was as thin as paper, and his physical body was torn into a rain of blood in mid-air.
Along with the Primordial Spirit hidden in the Sea of Consciousness, it was also completely evaporated in the Pure Yang flames.
Yin Wujiu, the second-in-command, has fallen from grace.
Within the Sword Domain, screams of agony rose and fell.
Hundreds of Ghost Cultivator Elite at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm vanished in droves under the onslaught of the Sword Qi energy torrent.
Some tried to burrow underground, but were directly pierced by the Sword Qi surging from the Earth Veins.
Some summoned Life-Saving Spirit Talisman, but the talismans were shattered by the Sword Intent the moment they lit up.
The eleven True Lord- level leaders became the primary targets for elimination.
The avatar wielding the Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear Avatar burst forth from the sky.
The spear pierced the third leader's chest, and golden dragon flames spread along the shaft, burning his body and soul to ashes.
The Avatar wielding the Haotian Hammer crashed down from the heavens, its Gravity Domain suppressing the Fourth and Fifth Leaders, along with the two Quasi-Immortal Artifacts, turning them into mincemeat.
The zither player Avatar ten fingers that plucked the strings in rapid succession, and the sound waves of the Immortal-Burying Melody transformed into tangible Sound Blades that swept across the void.
The heads of the sixth, eighth, and tenth leaders flew off in unison, their Primordial Spirits shattered on the spot by the sonic waves.
This was a complete massacre.
Under the seal of the Invincible Sword Domain, this group of ruthless bandits, who had committed numerous atrocities, did not even have the chance to self-destruct their Golden Cores.
The entire Black Wind Plains was filled with a dense Blood Qi.
In the short time it takes to burn half an incense stick.
The original hundreds of Ghost Cultivator Elite, along with the Thirteen Chieftains, were all reduced to withered bones and remnants on the wasteland.
Only a final streak of dark red light remained, still frantically crashing against the edge of the Sword Domain.
It was none other than Youming Kuang.
Youming Kuang's hair was disheveled, his black and red python robe was tattered, and thick, dark brown blood was flowing from the vertical eye on his forehead.
He frantically unleashed the Heavenly Monarch Laws within his body, transforming them into blood-red bone shields that desperately resisted the surging Sword Qi from all around.
"Chen Changqing!"
Youming Kuang turned to look at the white-robed youth who was walking slowly towards him, his voice shrill and like that of a demon.
"I am at the Middle Heavenly Monarch Stage!"
You really think you can kill me?!
"If you push me too far, I'll self-destruct my Heavenly Monarch Dao Fruit and drag you down to the Yellow Springs with me!"
Chen Changqing's expression remained completely unchanged.
He slightly raised the Immortal Execution Sword in his hand, and the pressure emanating from the Twelve Primordial Spirits within his body completely stabilized the entire Sword Domain.
"Self-destruction of the Dao Fruit?"
"In my domain, you don't even have the qualifications to invoke the Heaven and Earth Laws, so what makes you think you can self-destruct?"
Chen Changqing took a step forward.
He unleashed the Drunken Immortal Moon-Gazing Step, his figure instantly piercing through the distance of the void, appearing directly above Youming Kuang's head.
The Immortal Execution Sword erupted with a chaotic light that soared into the sky.
"The Immortal Execution Sword Technique, the Immortal Execution Form."
This is the final move of the Immortal Execution Sword Technique.
It is also the most powerful and lethal move.
The moment the sword fell, time and space in the entire Black Wind Plains seemed to freeze completely.
There was no overwhelming momentum, nor any extraordinary phenomena in the sky.
Only a single, pure black Sword-Ray descended vertically from the heavens, piercing through Youming Kuang's body.
The ferocious expression on Nether Madman's face was frozen at this moment.
A straight, bloody crack appeared in the center of his scarlet vertical eye.
Immediately afterwards, his entire body split in two from head to toe.
The physical body, Purple Mansion, Primordial Spirit, and the Law Dao Fruit within the body of the Middle Heavenly Monarch Stage were all reduced to the finest particles of nothingness before being eroded by the black Sword-Ray.
The leader of the Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends, Youming Kuang, died and his cultivation vanished.
The entire Black Wind Plains fell completely silent.
A howling, eerie wind swept across the desolate wilderness, dispersing the blood mist that filled the air.
Chen Changqing sheathed his sword, and the Invincible Sword Domain surrounding him slowly dissipated.
The five Avatars transformed into streams of light and entered his body, while the several Immortal Artifacts flew back into the Heaven-Stepping Ring.
Chen Changqing raised his hand and waved, and dozens of streams of light shot out from the ruins in all directions.
The Storage Ring belonging to Youming Kuang, along with the Storage Treasures left behind by the Thirteen Chieftains, all landed neatly in his palm.
At the same time, a crisp and pleasant notification sound rang in my mind.
The system panel popped up automatically.
The AFK Points are jumping wildly upwards.
Kill Middle Heavenly Monarch Stage Cultivator to gain AFK Points...
Kill Half-Step Heavenly Monarch Cultivator to gain AFK Points...
Kill Early True Lord Stage Cultivator to gain AFK Points...
Killed dozens of Tribulation Transcendence Peak Cultivators, gained AFK Points...
A barrage of kill notifications flooded the screen.
Finally, the value in the AFK Points column was completely fixed.
Five million eight hundred thousand!
Adding the remaining 1.2 million, the AFK Points balance has returned to a staggering 7 million!
Chen Changqing let out a long breath.
The fact that these Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends swarmed out to ambush him actually provided him with a huge amount of supplies.
Not only did it replenish most of the AFK Points consumed in the cultivation Cultivation Method, but it also confiscated all the savings of fourteen True Lord and Heavenly Monarch.
Chen Changqing briefly scanned these Storage Rings with his Divine Sense.
The total amount of Top-Grade Spirit Stones alone exceeds thirty million.
Dozens of storage spaces were filled with various High-Grade Yin Baleful Crystals, rare ores, and refining materials.
Among them, Youming Kuang's Storage Ring contained Nine Nether Bloodgrass that were 20,000 years old.
This is the ultimate ingredient for refining top-grade elixirs.
Chen Changqing categorized all the spoils and put them into his Heaven-Stepping Ring, then took out two High-Grade Qi-Replenishing Pills and swallowed them.
The depleted True Essence within the body was rapidly restored to its peak state thanks to the elixir and the autonomous operation of the Twelve Primordial Spirits.
He looked up and gazed northward.
At the edge of Black Wind Plains, the thick, dark Yin Baleful Mists grew increasingly dense.
The troubles of the Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends have been completely resolved, and the Nine Nether Ghost Domain is right before our eyes.
Chen Changqing didn't linger. His figure transformed into a streak of azure Sword Light, tearing through the sky as he sped towards the Ancient Death Zone known as the forbidden Living Person Forbidden Zone.
The sky took on a sickly grayish-white hue.
A fierce wind, carrying a chilling, deathly aura, raged across the land.
The further north you go, the harder the black rocks on the ground become, and a thin layer of dark blue ice crystals even forms on them.
The temperature here has dropped to a level that could instantly freeze the blood vessels of a Golden Core Cultivator.
Half an hour later.
Chen Changqing stopped the Sword Light, bringing it to a stop atop a black cliff thousands of feet high.