Blasting a Five Tribulations Enemy Apart, the Traitor Deep in the Sword Graveyard

Buzz.

Chen Changqing's body surged with Pure Yang immortal light, and six white-robed figures that looked exactly like him stepped directly out of his body.

Behind the head of each Avatar hung a dazzling crimson-gold Tribulation Ring.

With a thought, Chen Changqing directly opened the armory of the Heaven-Stepping Ring.

The first Avatar reached out and grabbed the High-grade Immortal Artifact, the Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear, which landed in his palm. With a flick of the spear tip, the Eight Desolations Spear Intent soared into the sky.

The second Avatar reached out and grabbed the Top-grade Immortal Artifact, the Haotian Hammer, its heavy head causing the void to cave in.

The remaining four Avatars each drew their Ganjiang Sword, Moye Sword, Heavenly Thunder Sword, and Blood Prison Mad Blade. Without even exchanging a word, they transformed into six streams of light, bypassing the stunned Lie Shan and chasing after the two Three Tribulations Ruin Clan on the back mountain at a speed exceeding teleportation.

"What are these? Six identical Tribulation Immortals?"

The smiles on Lie Shan's three faces froze simultaneously, and his six eyes widened in disbelief.

Before it could even raise its hand to stop them, the six Avatars had already crossed several miles of mountains and intercepted the two peak- Three Tribulations Ruin Clan at the gap in the Sword Graveyard.

"Immortal-Extinguishing Three Spears, Heavenly-Immortal Execution."

The spear- Avatar took the lead, the Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear transforming into a thousand-foot-long golden dragon, instantly piercing through the Void Ruin Clan on the left, pinning him directly to the cliff face behind the mountain.

"The Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique Mountain and River Shaker."

The Avatar wielding the Haotian Hammer followed closely behind, smashing it into the forehead of the Ruin Clan on the right, instantly crushing two of its three faces and sending the bone blade flying out of its hand.

The remaining four swordsmen unleashed their attacks, pinning the two arrogant lieutenants to the ground and hacking them to pieces, not even giving them a chance to get half a step closer to the Sword Graveyard.

On the Questioning Platform, the Mount Shu disciples, who had been on tenterhooks, were all dumbfounded.

"Six... six Senior Brother Changqing?"

Ran Hua stared wide-eyed, forgetting even to wipe the blood streaming down her face. "Am I hallucinating because I've lost too much blood?"

"It's not an illusion; it's a supreme supernatural Divine Ability of External Avatar."

Bai Wuya, supporting himself with the broken spear, swallowed hard and grinned broadly. "Good heavens, one man is like an army of Tribulation Immortals. The back mountain is safe now."

High in the sky, Lie Shan watched as his capable subordinates were beaten to a pulp in the blink of an eye, and he was so angry that black smoke spewed from his neck.

"It's just a smokescreen. Even if you manage to stop them, these 100,000 Ruin Soldiers covering the mountain can still devour your Mount Shu into bones."

It suddenly raised its head and let out a piercing roar at the Ruin Soldiers scattered across the mountains and plains.

"All troops, listen to my command! Forget about the formation, eat anyone you see! Devour all those little brats below!"

"Roar."

Inside and outside the mountain gate, tens of thousands of Ruin Soldier simultaneously turned red-eyed, bypassing Xiaoqian's hundred-foot Golden Light range, and leaped up from the cliffs on the east and west sides, rushing towards the wounded soldiers on the Questioning Platform like a tidal wave.

"Form ranks! Quickly form ranks and engage the enemy!"

Jian Zhenzi gritted his teeth, raised his chipped iron sword, and stood in front of him.

"You don't need to lift a finger."

In mid-air, Chen Changqing looked down at the dark swarm of insects and waved his hand in front of him.

An ancient, simple zither with a scorched tail appeared out of thin air and lay across his knees.

High-grade Immortal Artifact, the Immortal-Burying Zither.

Dealing with such a large number of cannon fodder, each with a tough body, would be too time-consuming to cut them down Sword One. Although these beasts are thick-skinned, their minds are filled with chaotic resentment, so it's perfect to use the Old Man Heavenly Question's sonic attack to Supreme Lore them out.

"The twelve Primordial Spirits, return to your positions."

Chen Changqing closed his eyes, and nine Red-Gold Primordial Spirits and three star Star Primordial Spirits simultaneously manifested in his Sea of Consciousness, with twenty-four hands pressing down on the strings of the Immortal-Burying Zither.

His Divine Sense, spanning fifty thousand miles, spread out without reservation, completely enveloping the entire Mount Shu area within a hundred miles.

"The Immortal-Burying Melody."

Zheng--

The first note of the piano was uttered, but there was no earth-shattering explosion; instead, an invisible ripple spread out with the wind.

The three thousand Ruin Soldiers at the forefront all stopped in their tracks at the same time.

In the next instant, the soul fire in their heads went out like candles blown out by a gale. The three thousand gray-black bodies, without even the slightest wound, collapsed onto the mountain path, turning into ashes that filled the sky.

"Clang, clang, clang."

The music suddenly turned urgent, and a murderous aura soared into the sky.

The Divine Sense, spanning fifty thousand miles, transformed into countless invisible Sound Blades, which, carried by the mountain wind, penetrated into the ears and Sea of Consciousness of every Ruin Soldier.

At the mountain gate below, Xiaoqian understood immediately, and the Merit Golden Lotus between her brows suddenly began to spin, spreading out with boundless Golden Light following the trajectory of the zither music.

The Sound Blade severes the soul, the Golden Light melts the bones.

The 100,000 Ruin Soldiers from the ruins, covering the entire mountainside, fell in droves, not even managing to touch the hem of Mount Shu disciple's clothes, like wheat being harvested.

Those so-called centurions and chiliarchs rolled twice on the ground, clutching their heads, black smoke billowing from their seven orifices, and died on the spot.

In Chen Changqing's mind, the system's notification sounds rang out in a continuous, continuous chorus.

[Ding. Slayed 3,400 Ruin Soldiers, AFK Points +102,000,000.]

[Ding. Slain 12 Centurions of the Ruin Clan, AFK Points +120,000,000.]

[Ding. Slayed 18,000 Ruin Soldiers, AFK Points +540,000,000.]

In just a dozen breaths, the 100,000- Ruin Soldiers who had surrounded Mount Shu were mostly gone.

The gray-black mist covering the mountain was absorbed by the Merit Golden Lotus, transforming into pure vitality that nourished the Spirit Veins below.

Chen Changqing glanced at the panel. He had just spent 500 million AFK Points, but after this wave of clearing, he not only recovered all of them, but his balance also soared to 3.5 billion.

They're like a flock of fat sheep delivered right to their doorstep.

As Lie Shan watched his army vanish in the blink of an eye, his three faces turned deathly pale, and for the first time, his six hands gripping the bone blade began to tremble.

"You madman, what kind of monster are you?"

The Lie Shan no longer possessed its previous arrogant demeanor. It quietly took half a step back, glancing at the spatial rift above its head.

The 100,000-strong army was gone, and two deputy generals at the peak of the Three Tribulations were smashed into mincemeat by the six monstrous Avatars. If the fight continued, he, a Five Tribulations cultivator, would likely lose his life as well. He had to retreat behind the rift and summon the true form of the Red Ruin King.

Chen Changqing put away the Immortal-Burying Zither and watched it shrink back. He knew perfectly well that the beast wanted to escape.

"You want to leave now? Weren't you just writing my name down?"

With these 3.5 billion AFK Points as a foundation, today we'll use you, a Five Tribulations Commander, as a sacrificial offering, and incidentally, push the "Primordial Nine-Turn Body Refining Art" even higher.

"System, consuming two billion AFK Points, to enhance the 'Primordial Nine-Turn Body Refining Art' and the 'Thirty-Six Chaotic Cloak Hammers'."

[Ding. Consumed 2,000,000,000 AFK Points. The Primordial Nine-Turn Body Refining Art has broken through to the eighth revolution, achieving perfection. Physical strength is comparable to Top-grade Immortal Artifact.]

[Ding. The Thirty-Six Chaotic Cloak Hammers have reached the Great Perfection.]

Boom.

A massive surge of heat erupted from his limbs and bones, instantly healing the split tiger's mouth on Chen Changqing's body. The crimson-gold patterns on his skin receded into his bones, and every move he made carried a savage force that could crush the void.

At the same time, two screams came from the back mountain, as two peak- Three Tribulations Ruin Clan were completely destroyed.

With a flick of his wrist, the Avatar the Haotian Hammer sent the Top-grade Immortal Artifact, the Haotian Hammer, transforming into a streak of black light that traversed the mountain peaks and landed steadily in the left hand of Chen Changqing's true form.

Left hand: Haotian Hammer; Right hand: Immortal Execution Sword.

"The Violence Formula, activate."

Chen Changqing let out a low shout, and the Qi and Blood in his body surged like a volcanic eruption. The Pure Yang Tribulation Ring behind his head suddenly swelled to a thousand feet in size, and his aura directly broke through the boundary of the first tribulation, directly withstanding the pressure of the Five Tribulations from the Lie Shan.

Stop him.

Lie Shan was terrified and blocked all five gray-black Tribulation Rings in front of him. He crossed six bone blades to form a bone shield and turned to try to dive into the rift in the sky.

"Get down here."

Chen Changqing traversed a hundred-zhang distance in a single step, appearing directly atop the Lie Shan, gripping the Haotian Hammer in his left hand and raising it high.

Thirty-five hammer techniques were superimposed in the blink of an eye, stirring up the entire Central Province Plains and transforming into a giant funnel that poured into the hammerhead.

"The Thirty-Six Chaotic Cloak Hammers, the final move: Return to Void."

"Boom--"

The pitch-black hammerhead slammed into the five gray-black Tribulation Rings.

There was no stalemate.

The first Tribulation Ring exploded on the spot.

Then came the second, third, fourth, and fifth rounds.

The five tribulation Tribulation Rings, representing the origins of the Five Tribulations Ruin Clan, were smashed through by the Haotian Hammer like five thin sheets of paper.

The hammer, its momentum undiminished, slammed solidly into the six bone blades that were being parried and blocked by the Lie Shan.

Click.

All six bone blades shattered simultaneously, Lie Shan's six arms, thicker than stone pillars, snapped into bizarre shapes, with white bone fragments piercing through his gray armor.

"Puff."

Simultaneously, the three mouths of the Lie Shan spewed out black blood. Its hundred-foot-tall, indestructible demonic body was covered with spiderweb-like cracks. Like a shooting star, it fell from the sky and crashed heavily into the square in front of the Mount Shu Mountain gate, creating a hundred-foot-deep crater in the ground.

We cannot give it a chance to breathe; the Ruin Clan is incredibly resilient, and we must sever its life force in one fell swoop.

Chen Changqing sheathed the Haotian Hammer, his figure swooping down like lightning, his left hand pressing against the scabbard at his waist, and his right hand gripping the Immortal Execution Sword.

He pressed all the immortal energy from the ten Purple Mansions within his body, along with the Sword World's mighty power at its peak, into the sword sheath.

"Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique, Immortal Execution."

Clang.

A thin, grayish-white sword line, as thin as a spider's thread, sliced across the deep pit.

Lie Shan, who was struggling to climb out of the pit, suddenly stopped.

Its enormous head, with its three faces, slid down the smooth cut in its neck and rolled to the side.

Chen Changqing reached out and grabbed, activating the full power of the "Violence Formula" to extract the massive Five Tribulations Essence Blood and remnant soul from Lie Shan's body. He refined it into a fist-sized pure blood pill in his palm and casually tossed it into his Heaven-Stepping Ring.

[Ding. Slayed Lie Shan, leader of the Five Tribulations Ruin Clan. AFK Points +1,000,000,000.]

However, just as the headless corpse of the Lie Shan crumbled into ashes and dissipated, the three mouths of the head that had rolled down from the bottom of the pit simultaneously opened and emitted a hoarse and eerie laugh.

"Hahaha... So what if you kill me... The Red Ruin King's grand plan has succeeded..."

Clang.

As the head completely dissipated, a purple-gold Token stained with black blood fell from the ashes and landed on a stone.

Chen Changqing reached out and sucked the Token into his hand.

His pupils constricted sharply when he saw the writing on the front of the Token.

The front of the Token is engraved with the four ancient seal characters "Mount Shu Taishang" and the back has the character "Ming".

This is the personal identification token of Xuanming Patriarch, who ranks fourth among the Mount Shu Supreme Nine Elders.

Three days ago, the Nine Elders of the Supreme Realm received a distress call while traveling abroad. On their way back, they were ambushed. Only the First Ancestor, the Heavenly Origin Patriarch, and the True Lord Qingxiao managed to return. The whereabouts of the other six, including the Xuanming Patriarch, are unknown.

Why would the Xuanming Patriarch's personal Token be hidden inside the belly of the Lie Shan?

Unless, of course, the Xuanming Patriarch wasn't ambushed on the way at all, but had already colluded with these Ruin Clan. Just now, Lie Shan risked being beaten to send energy into the Earth Veins, not to awaken the dead, but to send a signal to the Xuanming Patriarch lurking in the Sword Graveyard.

Just as Chen Changqing figured things out, a muffled groan suddenly came from the direction of the Ancestral Land behind the mountain.

"Xuanming, have you gone mad?"

That was the voice of the Heavenly Origin Patriarch, filled with shock, anger, and disbelief.

Chen Changqing suddenly turned his head to look at the back mountain, and his 50,000-mile Divine Sense swept over it in an instant.

In the deepest part of the Sword Graveyard on the back mountain, the Fourth Ancestor Xuanming, who should have been missing and whose fate was unknown, was now standing unharmed before the altar at the bottom of the Sword Graveyard.

His right hand pierced the back of Heavenly Origin Patriarch, lifting the unsuspecting Heavenly Origin Patriarch into the air.

A vertical pupil suddenly appeared between the brows of the Xuanming Patriarch, churning with extremely dense gray-black Ruin Qi. He had already been possessed by the high-ranking members of the Ruin Clan a hundred years ago when he went out to travel.

Stop him.

Chen Changqing left behind an afterimage as his main body and the six Avatars on the back mountain rushed towards the bottom of the Sword Graveyard.

But the imposter Xuanming Patriarch was faster. He flung aside the heavily injured Heavenly Origin Patriarch and slammed his palm hard into the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Immortal Locking Array at the bottom of the Sword Graveyard Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Immortal-Locking Formation.

"Click."

The seal that had guarded the bottom layer for 30,000 years shattered instantly.

A dark, underground stone pit was revealed.

In the very center of the stone pit, a Token radiating Golden Light floated in mid-air—it was the eighth Heaven-Stepping Token left behind by the Heaven-Stepping Immortal Emperor.

Beneath the Heaven-Stepping Token, nailed to the altar by countless Sword Qi, lay a ten-zhang-long severed limb of the Ruin Clan Mother Empress, covered in ghastly white bone spurs.

As the seal shattered, countless gray-black fleshy buds suddenly emerged from the wound on the surface of the severed limb, swallowing the eighth Heaven-Stepping Token above into the depths of the flesh.