A roar of towering fury shook the Nine Netherworlds
Boom--!
A magnificent, imposing Human Emperor- gold imperial seal appeared out of thin air, carrying supreme imperial power and suppressing all opposition!
The blood-fiend Evil Qi formed from the blood of living souls and the blood of Foreign Races demons was mostly destroyed on the spot under the restraint of the Human Emperor Heaven-Suppressing Seal, and the high-speed spinning Three Talents Blood Blade Wheel suddenly stopped!
"What?! How could he possess the Human Emperor's Seal, which can subdue all evil?!"
The Netherworld Three Baleful Fiends' expressions changed drastically, and they were about to change their tactics and retreat.
Chen Changqing's right hand was already on the hilt of the Immortal Execution Sword at his waist, Supreme Lore of the Yinyue Holy Dynasty was unleashed at this moment!
The Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique!
Clang--!
A clear, resonant sword cry echoed throughout the entire Yellow Springs Sacrificial Path!
A gray- Sword Light, fast enough to transcend the boundary between life and death, flashed by, completely ignoring the defensive light barrier of the Three Talents Blood Sha Formation, which was comparable to Four-Tribulation Ghost Immortal, and swept past the center of the waist and abdomen of the three Netherworld Three Baleful Fiends!
Clang!
Chen Changqing sheathed his sword and walked straight through the three people who were frozen in place without even pausing.
Until Chen Changqing rushed ten zhang away.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
The bodies of the Netherworld Three Baleful Fiends, along with the Three Talents Formation Disk beneath their feet, slid off course simultaneously. The upper bodies of the three fell into pools of blood, their Second Tribulation Primordial Spirits pulverized by the domineering sword- Sword Qi Sword Drawing Technique, and they died on the spot!
[Ding! Defeat the Two-Tribulation Ghost Immortal Netherworld Three Baleful Fiends, gaining 60,000,000 AFK Points!]
"The Netherworld Three Baleful Fiends are dead! Stop them!!"
"Use your physical body! Even if it means self-destructing your Primordial Spirit, you must buy the Palace Master ten breaths!"
With the death of the Netherworld Three Baleful Fiends, hundreds of hidden compartments on the rock walls on both sides of the hundred-mile-long Yellow Springs Sacrificial Path simultaneously exploded!
More than three thousand Netherworld Palace assassins, clad in black armor, led by fifteen first- and Two-Tribulation Ghost Immortals, fearlessly charged out from all directions. Various vicious yin lightning, poisonous fire, and soul-locking nets rained down on Chen Changqing as if they were free, completely blocking the passage!
Seeing this suicidal interception, Zhong Cheng was following behind, felt a chill run down his spine and quickly raised his nicked Heavy Sword, ready to fight to the death.
However, Chen Changqing, who was at the forefront, did not slow down. Instead, he summoned five Avatars of Late Heavenly Monarch Stage!
"Invincible Sword World, open!"
Rumble--!
Chen Changqing and his five Avatars sprinted at full speed in an arrow formation, their six figures simultaneously unleashing the advanced Invincible Sword World!
The Pure Yang Sword World, spanning a radius of a hundred miles, was forcibly compressed and confined by Chen Changqing within this Yellow Springs Sacrificial Path, which was only thirty feet wide!
In an instant, the entire dark underground sacrificial passage was completely transformed into an impenetrable meat grinder of crimson-gold swordsmanship!
Billions of divine Divine Swords, formed from pure Solar True Fire and Chaos Sword Intent, unleashed a devastating metal storm within the narrow passage!
Chen Changqing, wielding the Immortal Execution Sword, took the lead, while his five avatars Avatar the Haotian Hammer and the Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear to protect him on either side. The six of them transformed into an unstoppable torrent of Pure Yang energy, sweeping along the hundred-mile sacrificial path!
Pfft--!
The hundreds of Spirit Transformation and Heavenly Monarch Realm warriors at the forefront couldn't even get within three zhang of Chen Changqing before being sliced into tiny pieces of flesh by the dense, rain-like crimson-gold Sword Qi!
"Form the defensive formation! Quickly, form the defensive formation!"
The fifteen first and Two-Tribulation Ghost Immortal immortals were terrified and desperately summoned their respective Ghost Artifact shields to try to block the torrent of sword energy.
However, under the direct clash between the Invincible Sword World compressed to its extreme and the six Late Heavenly Monarch Stage powerhouses, their struggles appeared both comical and laughable!
Clang! Crack! Splat--!
Just as a Two-Tribulation Ghost Immortal commander raised a ten-thousand-year-old Xuan Turtle Shield, Chen Changqing, who was passing by, casually cleaved the shield and the commander in two with a single blow of his Immortal Execution Sword!
The five Avatars that followed were even more unreasonable. Two Haotian Hammers swept left and right, smashing the heads of three One-Tribulation Ghost Immortals to pieces on the spot; three Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spears drove straight in, directly impaling the other four Second Tribulation Death Warriors who were trying to detonate their Primordial Spirits on the spear tips and turning them into blood mist!
Chen Changqing's speed was extremely fast; he didn't even pause for half a step!
Wherever he went, the skull reliefs embedded in the rock walls on both sides crumbled. Whether they were Spirit Transformation cultivators or Two-Tribulation Ghost Immortals, all those who blocked his way were torn into a rain of black and red blood by the Invincible Sword World!
[Ding! Killed One-Tribulation Ghost Immortal... Gained AFK Points...]
[Ding! Killed Two-Tribulation Ghost Immortal... Gained AFK Points...]
The system notifications in my mind formed a series of dense electrical sounds, and my AFK Points balance soared, directly breaking through the 1.3 billion mark!
At the same time, the seven Inheritance Tokens inside the Heaven-Stepping Ring vibrated more and more violently, resonating strongly with the other two Tokens deep in the Blood Pool ahead.
Zhong Cheng, who was scavenging for scraps behind the Sword World, was completely numb as he looked at the vacuum passage ahead paved with severed limbs and the black blood of the Tribulation Immortal. He only needed to casually finish off a few half-dead Devil Cultivators who had been blasted into a corner.
In just ten breaths!
The Yellow Springs Sacrificial Path, stretching for a hundred miles, was fought by Chen Changqing alone. He slaughtered three thousand elite warriors and fifteen Tribulation Immortals from beginning to end!
At the edge of the field of vision, a massive bronze Demon Sect, hundreds of feet tall and engraved with the image of the Nine Netherworlds Demon Lord swallowing the sun, stood blocking the way!
Chen Changqing dispersed Avatar five avatars, his blood-stained white robe fluttering in the violent air currents. He leaped high into the air, his right leg carrying the earth-shattering power of the seventh stage of the "Primordial Nine-Turn Body Refining Art," and kicked down hard at the tightly closed hundred-zhang bronze Demon Sect!
Boom--!
The bronze Demon Sect, towering over a hundred feet tall and weighing tens of millions of kilograms, was instantly detached from its frame by this kick, crashing into the vast, boundless underground Blood Sea behind it with a shrill whistling sound!
Suddenly, my view opened up!
Chen Changqing landed steadily and looked up.
Before them lay a vast, viscous Blood Pool, bubbling and churning with countless vengeful spirits. At the very center of the Blood Pool, atop a white bone altar, Xiaoqian's limbs and collarbone were firmly nailed to a pillar of demonic blood by nine thick chains of immortality. A jet-black soul, exuding overwhelming demonic power, belonging to a demon lord from the Upper Realm, was slowly sinking into her brow!
Boom--!
The bronze Demon Sect, weighing tens of millions of kilograms, crashed into the bottomless Blood Pool, creating a viscous blood wave hundreds of feet high. The extremely pungent smell of blood and stench assaulted the senses.
Standing at the exit of the sacrificial path, Chen Changqing suddenly froze on the spot, his gaze fixed on the thousand-foot-tall white bone altar in the center of the Blood Pool.
There, nine jet-black Soul-Locking Demonic Chains, as thick as water buckets and covered with jagged barbs, emerged from the core of the demonic fetus at the bottom of the Blood Pool, cruelly piercing Xiaoqian's slender limbs, collarbone, and clavicle, suspending her in mid-air!
Her once pristine white dress was now completely soaked in dark red blood, which dripped down the hem.
As the Ten Thousand Ghost Array below the altar operated wildly, the Nine Netherworlds Pure Yin Immortal Physique essence within Xiaoqian's body transformed into streams of silvery-white light, which were forcibly extracted from her body along the nine barbed demon chains and continuously poured into the massive Foreign Races demon body deep underground!
Because her life force was about to be completely depleted, Xiaoqian's originally jet-black and lustrous hair had turned into a lifeless gray-white, and she was so thin that she was just skin and bones, her breath so weak that she could die at any moment.
Three feet above her head, a massive, dark demon lord's soul, the size of a washbasin, with twisted and roaring features, had already half-entered her Sea of Consciousness and was frantically devouring her last remaining consciousness!
Just as the deafening roar of the bronze Demon Sect being kicked apart echoed throughout the cavern...
Suspended on the pillar of blood, Xiaoqian, whose eyes had already become unfocused, suddenly had her long eyelashes tremble violently.
In this final moment, on the verge of her soul being annihilated, she relied on the instinctive bond between her soul and Chen Changqing to withstand the devouring of the Demon Lord's main soul. With the last bit of strength she had left, she struggled to lift her blood-stained face and look towards the exit of the sacrificial path.
When Xiaoqian finally saw the white-robed figure she had longed for day and night amidst the snow and blood mist, a brilliant light suddenly shone in her dull eyes.
Two lines of bloody tears slid down her pale, emaciated cheeks. Her cracked, blood-stained lips parted slightly, uttering a faint, yet utterly mournful, and longing cry:
"Master... Master..."
Boom--!
The moment he heard that faint call, a string in Chen Changqing's mind, stretched to its limit, snapped completely!
Back then, on Evergreen Peak of Mount Shu, the little girl who always timidly hid behind him, serving him tea and water and taking care of his cave abode, is now in this Nine Netherworlds and sunless underground, her bones shattered by chains, tortured to the point of being neither human nor ghost!
Chen Changqing's eyes instantly became bloodshot and turned completely red!
An unprecedented, violent killing intent and boundless rage, almost burning the entire Nine Netherworlds to ashes, exploded from the deepest part of his chest!
"Xiaoqian--!"
Chen Changqing looked up to the sky and let out a heart-wrenching, furious roar that shattered the Firmament Nine Netherworlds!
Rumble--!
This roar completely unleashed the ultimate potential of the "Violence Formula" within Chen Changqing's body. The vast divine Divine Sense of the Twelve Primordial Spirits, spanning twenty thousand miles, and the Pure Yang Qi and Blood of the Late Heavenly Monarch Stage were released without reservation, transforming into a tangible crimson-gold sonic tsunami that swept across the entire ten-thousand-foot-long Blood Pool!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The 100,000 sacrificial spirits that hovered and roared above the Blood Pool were blasted into dust in mid-air before they could even utter a single mournful cry under the impact of this roar containing supreme Pure Yang rage!
Immediately afterwards, a violent torrent of sonic waves crashed violently onto the surface of the bottomless Blood Pool!
Whoosh--!
The roar overturned the entire churning underground Blood Sea of blood, creating towering waves thousands of feet high!
Three of the eight hundred-foot-tall white bone pillars that stood around the Blood Pool and were used to transmit the blood energy to the central altar snapped at the bottom under the shockwave of this earth-shattering sound wave and collapsed into the Blood Sea!
Even the wisp of the Demon Lord's soul from the Upper Realm that was drilling into Xiaoqian's brow was violently distorted by this extremely powerful and yang roar, and was forced to retreat three inches from her brow!
Zhong Cheng, who had just run out of the passage following behind Chen Changqing, was so shocked by the aftershock of the roar that his ears were ringing. He sat down on the ground with a thud, staring at the back of the figure in front of him who was burning with solid Pure Yang golden flames and whose hair was radiating destructive Sword Qi. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe.
At this point, Chen Changqing had completely gone mad!
"They were only three breaths away from completing the possession, and at this critical juncture, three sacrificial pillars were shattered?!"
At the very top of the thousand-foot-tall altar of white bones, a cold and majestic, aged voice, seemingly controlling life and death in the Nine Netherworlds, slowly resounded.
The thick, dark purple demonic mist above the altar surged and parted to both sides, revealing a tall man wearing a twelve-tassel white jade crown and Nine Dragons Nether Emperor Robe, who slowly turned around.
Behind him, six tangible halos of life and death Heavenly Tribulation, swirling with destructive purple-gold Thunder Light, floated silently. The pressure emanating from each Tribulation Ring was several times stronger Nangong Wudi before!
The Netherworld Palace, Ming Jiutian, has ruled the demonic path of the Central Domain for Six-Tribulation Ghost Immortal thousand years and has one foot in the door of becoming Ghost Emperor!
On either side of Ming Jiutian's feet, eight Supreme Protectors of the Netherworld Palace, each surrounded by three or four Tribulation Rings, were kneeling and doing their utmost to maintain the Demon Embryo Grand Array beneath their feet.
At the same time.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The main gate of the passageway on the other side of the altar suddenly burst open, and Nangong Wudi, Five-Tribulation Ghost Immortal with his hands wrapped in hemostatic gold cloth, rushed in with the remaining dozen or so Tribulation Immortal elders of the Nangong Aristocratic Clan. They formed a pincer movement with the Netherworld Palace at the top of the altar, completely sealing off the entire Blood Pool cave!
"Lord of the Underworld! It was this little beast from the Yang Realm who broke my Ten Directions Yama Array! We must not let him near the altar!"
As soon as Nangong Wudi entered the room and saw Chen Changqing, he immediately shouted at the top of his lungs.
At the top of the altar, the Six-Tribulation Ghost Immortal Ming Jiutian looked down at Chen Changqing, whose eyes were bloodshot. Far from being panicked, he instead revealed an extremely eerie and sinister smile on his aged face.
"You ants, how dare you try to stop this Palace Master?!"