vncnus Chapter 114 Annihilation
Chapter 114 Annihilation
Within the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, chaotic energy surged endlessly, and four different origins rotated through the heavens, suppressing a star field spanning trillions of miles.
All the powerful figures from the Hell Realm who had entered the formation were placed on a single formation platform by Ling Che.
Four divine swords, of divine weapon level, hung in the heavens. The four sword energies of Execution, Slaughter, Trapping, and Annihilation locked onto the Dao domains around everyone. The terrifying sword energy, capable of slaughtering the immeasurable and shattering galaxies, constantly emitted and emitted, causing spacetime tremors, making the gods of the underworld dare not act rashly.
At this moment, no matter how arrogant and powerful the gods of hell were, they all felt a chill to the bone, and not one of them dared to have the slightest thought of resistance or agitation.
The second brother of Tiannan, whose soul had been severely damaged by the immortal sword, was now slumped on the array platform, his body weak and his spirit feeble, having lost all fighting ability.
Hai Ziqiu, the second war god of the Underworld, strode forward, reached out and helped up his weak body. He carefully examined the injuries to his soul and spirit, and was greatly shocked, his heart filled with turbulent waves.
The Fiend God Venerable's attack was far too ruthless and decisive! He showed no mercy or compassion, and with one strike, he directly and severely injured the soul of the Second Brother of Tiannan, disregarding the Death Clan behind him and the face of Qing Cang.
Hai Zi was filled with deep worry.
Qing Cang is a veteran supreme being in the Underworld, a pillar of the Dead Clan, known throughout the heavens for his fierce protectiveness and extreme concern for his reputation. Tian Nan's second disciple is his most valued and highly anticipated personal disciple, and is very likely to inherit the Tian Nan lineage and wield great power in the future.
Now that his divine soul and origin have been damaged, and his foundation has been weakened, he needs to sleep and recuperate for tens of thousands of years to slowly recover. If he is not careful, he may suffer lifelong damage to his Dao and never be able to ascend to the Heavenly Perfection again.
If Qing Cang harbors resentment because of this and completely opposes the newly rising and powerful Ling Che, the internal strife between the Temple of Destiny and the Death Clan, the two top forces, will severely damage the overall combat strength of the Hell Realm, which will be detrimental to the overall situation.
Beside him, a spiritual deity of the Yama clan carefully examined the injuries of Tiannan Lao Er for a long time. With a solemn expression, he shook his head and sighed, "The Fiend Deity's attack was too ruthless. The sword energy contained in that divine sword contains a profound Dao principle that specifically targets the soul and obliterates the essence of the spirit. This injury will probably require tens of thousands of years of quiet recuperation to heal."
He was also secretly alarmed. The sword energy was unpredictable and targeted the soul. Even a powerful spiritual master like him would not dare to easily probe or touch it with his divine sense.
Inside the array platform, Wen Zhiren, the Lord of the Underworld Palace, rolled his eyes and pondered in his heart. Finally, he could not hold back and spoke up in public to criticize: "The actions of the Fiend God are far too inappropriate. We are all allies of Hell, yet he has turned against his own people!"
"Now they've imprisoned us all on the array platform and even used a divine artifact to monitor us. They're acting with utter arrogance and lawlessness!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several Boundless beings around him subconsciously distanced themselves from Wen Zhiren, their eyes filled with hidden fear. This was the territory of the Fierce and Fiendish God, and their lives were in his hands.
To openly slander and criticize the master of someone else's killing formation is like an old man eating poison.
Sure enough, the next second!
The void suddenly darkened, and a wisp of pale, icy sword energy silently pierced through layers of void, arriving in an instant. Its speed was so fast that it transcended time and space, and no one could see its trajectory.
"Pfft!"
With a deafening roar, Wen Zhiren's majestic and boundless divine body was instantly cleaved in two by the sword energy. His divine body cracked, his bones were broken, and his Dao patterns shattered. Half of his body was almost completely annihilated and destroyed. He was almost split in two by a single sword strike!
Excruciating pain swept over his soul, and Wen Zhiren spat out a sky full of divine blood. He crashed into the barrier of the array platform in a sorry state, his divine power dissipated, and he was no longer arrogant.
Witnessing this horrifying scene, all the powerful beings from Hell within the formation turned deathly pale, their hearts chilled to the bone, and no one dared to utter a single word. Each of them silently vowed to themselves that they must never again provoke the Fiend God.
On the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus, Ling Che glanced coldly at the group of hellish gods trembling at the corner of the formation, a faint disdain flashing in his eyes.
If the situation hadn't changed yet and he still needed to hide himself, he wouldn't have bothered to spare the lives of these wavering, scheming individuals; he would have already refined them all into the array and turned them into resources for the sword array.
Currently, in the Underworld, only the Emperor of Fengdu and Tianmu have truly ascended to the realm of Heavenly Venerables. Although the Wrathful God Venerable's true cultivation is also at the Heavenly Venerable level, he is afflicted by the Curse of Withering and Death, which prevents him from fully unleashing his combat power and making it difficult for him to fight at full strength.
As for Yan Renhuan, Xu Fengjin, Jiu Si Yitianhuang, and the rest of the indestructible and boundless, they are still far from the realm of Heavenly Venerable.
With his current combat power and all his trump cards, the demon body is indeed enough to overwhelm the current hell realm and dominate one side, but there are still many old things hidden in the universe, so he should keep a low profile.
At this stage, we still need to be patient and bide our time, accumulate experience and hone our skills. We should not be too flamboyant, but rather wait for the right opportunity and patiently await our ascent.
With this thought in mind, Ling Che's divine body manifested, standing high in the sky within the formation. His gaze swept over the assembled gods of hell, his tone indifferent yet carrying an irresistible pressure: "Fellow Daoists, just stay put and observe the formation quietly. This Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation of mine is far beyond your comprehension."
The Yama clan's spiritual deity was very insightful and immediately stepped forward to echo him, loudly smoothing things over: "The fierce and evil deity is a master strategist with far-reaching plans. This time, he has laid out an unparalleled killing formation, which will surely wipe out all the powerful forces of the Heavenly Court! We only need to watch the battle with peace of mind and witness the deity's pacification of foreign enemies and awe of the heavens!"
With him taking the lead in yielding and flattering, all the gods of hell fell silent. No one dared to stir up trouble and stood obediently in the corner of the formation, not daring to make the slightest move.
Having secured his rear, Ling Che had no more reservations. His gaze sharpened as he locked onto the remaining Heavenly Gods within the formation.
This time, the Immortal Slaughtering Formation was fully deployed, nearly wiping out the elite forces on the front lines of the Heavenly Court. Hundreds of True Gods, Great Gods, and God-Kings of the Boundless Realm were trapped within the formation, including elite cultivators recruited from the Temple of Time, the Temple of Merit, the Palace of Array Annihilation, ancient civilization factions, and various realms across the heavens. This formation almost encompassed the majority of the Heavenly Court's mid-level backbone in this battle.
The demon is cold and ruthless, devoid of any womanly compassion; anyone who enters his formation is doomed.
The Zhuxian Sword Formation carries the most fundamental killing power of the Great Dao, and its emergence has caused an unparalleled calamity.
Although the Immortal Slaughtering Formation he has now created has not reached the supreme realm of reshaping the universe and ending the Great Dao, it has already been imbued with a supreme charm of ending all heavens and changing the world. Even ordinary Heavenly Venerables would have to shed blood to enter the formation.
Deep within the formation, Murong Huan, dressed in a Daoist robe that fluttered in the wind, traversed the void with his eight-thousand-foot-tall divine body, wielding the supreme treasure, the Eternal Spear, and frantically bombarded the formation's barrier with all his life's cultivation.
Various divine arts, talismans, and Dao patterns exploded in a burst, and the spear shadows stretched for millions of miles, but each strike was like a stone sinking into the sea, leaving no echo.
The vast and boundless array remained completely still, its barriers undamaged, and could not be shaken in the slightest!
Ling Che's gaze was indifferent as he lightly tapped his fingertip.
"Buzz!"
The Immortal Execution Sword transformed into a dazzling rainbow of light that had lasted for eternity, instantly piercing through layers of time and space, and hurtling towards them.
"Clang!"
A deafening clang of metal clashing echoed through the starry sky! Unparalleled killing power crushed everything, cleaving the Eternal Spear in Murong Huan's hand in two. Before Murong Huan could even react, the sword light flashed past, fast and ruthless to the extreme!
"Swoosh!" Blood splattered!
The mighty Lord of the Temple of Time was cleaved in two by this single sword strike! His divine heart shattered, his very essence crumbled, and half a lifetime of cultivation and countless ages of accumulation were destroyed in an instant!
Beside him, Yan Mingjun, the master of the Temple of Merit, witnessed Murong Huan's grievous injury and uncertain fate, and was instantly terrified. He dared not hold back in the slightest, and instantly unleashed his life's full power.
A five-colored merit stele hangs above his head, protecting the world, while billions of golden merits descend to protect him. He joins his hands together and unleashes the Great Dao Heavenly Desolation Seal!
"Boom!"
A million miles of five-colored divine light of merit swept across the sky, and the vast Daoist charm of merit suppressed all directions, forcefully shattering the thousands of sword energies that rushed towards them.
The killing power of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation is boundless, inexhaustible, and ever-renewing. The four great sword techniques of Slaughter, Slaughter, Traps, and Annihilation revolve endlessly, with countless sword energies pouring down like a galaxy overturning and raining down, layer upon layer, relentlessly and frantically slashing down!
Within moments, Yan Mingjun's merit defenses shattered layer by layer and were on the verge of collapse.
Thousands of killing sword energies pierced through the barrier of merit, penetrated his divine body, tore apart his foundation, and obliterated the source of his merit!
"Pfft!"
Divine blood sprayed everywhere, and his body was riddled with holes. Yan Mingjun screamed in agony as he fell heavily injured, powerless to resist any longer.
Not far away, Yan Wuque, the Palace Master of the Array Extinction Palace, still held onto a sliver of hope, secretly trying to discern the profound mysteries of the Immortal Slaughtering Array and find an opportunity to break through it.
Witnessing firsthand the consecutive crushing defeats and imminent deaths of the two temple masters, Murong Huan and Yan Mingjun, shattered his last shred of hope, leaving only extreme fear and despair.
At the critical moment of life and death, Yan Wuque went all out, activating his trump card divine array.
A phantom of a vast world, frozen for eternity and filled with snow and wind, rose into the sky, covering millions of miles of airspace. The howling wind and snow froze the heavens and earth. This was the Snow and Wind Continent Divine Array, which he had spent countless years and poured his heart and soul into refining!
This formation, built upon the very essence of the Wind and Snow Realm, integrates offense and defense, and is unparalleled in trapping and killing; it is his trump card and most precious treasure.
Ling Che's gaze was indifferent, calm and undisturbed. With a casual clench of his hand, the Immortal Slayer Sword appeared. With a single slash, a crimson sword light traversed the heavens and earth, shattering nothingness, containing the ultimate Daoist essence of slaughtering all things and severing all laws.
"Click!"
The seemingly indestructible divine array of the Snow and Wind Continent was completely severed in two from the very center by this sword strike!
The ancient, frozen barrier of wind and snow shattered instantly, and the blizzard vanished, revealing the terrifying truth deep within the great formation.
Beneath the snow-covered landscape, there was no trace of holiness or tranquility, only endless ancient corpses and mountains of withered bones. Countless broken and vengeful spirits howled and roared among the remains, their resentment turning into mist and cursing the heavens!
The entire Wind and Snow Divine Array was actually forged by sacrificing the entire world's inhabitants and using the lives of billions of beings as its foundation!
The gods of hell watching the battle were all in uproar!
A deity of the Dead Clan's gaze shifted, and he spoke in a deep voice, "So that's how it is! Back then, the Snowstorm Realm was destroyed overnight, and all living beings were wiped out. Everyone thought it was our Dead Clan who was responsible for the massacre, and our Dead Clan has carried this blame for tens of thousands of years! I never imagined that it was actually Yan Wuque of the Heavenly Court's Annihilation Palace who did it!"
"Who would have thought that the culprit who destroyed the Snowstorm Realm was actually this high-ranking official of the Heavenly Court who controlled the Array Annihilation Palace? It's truly unexpected!"
"They spout benevolence and morality, proclaiming the justice of the heavens, yet secretly they sacrifice countless lives and slaughter billions of innocent people. Their hearts are wicked, and they are utterly shameless!"
The gods of hell all scorned and angrily denounced the righteous path touted by the Heavenly Court, and they scoffed at it. They thought the people of the Heavenly Court were so hypocritical, and that the cultivators of their hellish realm would dare to do what they did.
The few remaining powerful figures from the Heavenly Court who survived the battle witnessed this shocking secret, and their faces turned ashen and their hearts turned cold.
The Palace Master of the Array Annihilation Palace, who is high above and ranks among the top in the Heavenly Court, is actually a sinner whose hands are stained with the blood of hundreds of millions of lives!
Such a scoundrel holding a high position is enough to shake all the heavens' perception of the Heavenly Court's righteous path. Once this matter spreads throughout the universe, the Heavenly Court's reputation will suffer a huge blow.
Ling Che gazed at Yan Wuque's disintegrating remains and chuckled lightly, "Unknowingly, I've cleaned up quite a few parasites and scoundrels for Haotian. When I see Haotian again in the future, I'll make sure he rewards me handsomely."
As soon as he finished speaking, he showed no mercy!
Billions of sword energies converged into a boundless river of sword energy, like an overturned ocean and the collapse of the heavens, instantly engulfing all the remaining Heavenly Court soldiers in the formation.
Murong Huan, Yan Mingjun, Yan Wuque and other great and boundless divine hearts and divine sources were all collected and treasured by him. The remaining divine bodies, broken Dao principles and fragments of divine souls were all devoured and refined by the Zhuxian Sword Formation, which in turn nourished the formation's Dao, causing the power of the four immortal swords to surge once again.
The four killing swords grew increasingly dark and profound, their sword intent overwhelming, their pressure layered upon layer, shaking the heavens.
The hellish deities on the platform watched with trepidation and shivers of fear. They remained silent, like trembling quails, terrified that Ling Che might suddenly become bloodthirsty and refine them all at once.
Seeing this, Ling Che shook his head helplessly and sighed inwardly, "Useless. You were terrified by a mere killing formation. I originally planned to train you in the future to form a divine formation to contend with ancestral-level enemies. Now it seems that I can't count on you after all."
He had no intention of suppressing his allies any longer. He rode the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus to the entrance of the formation and raised his hand to activate the formation patterns.
"Buzz!"
A safe passage opened at the edge of the great formation, sending all the gods of hell out of the Immortal Slaughter Domain.
Ling Che then stepped out of the formation. With a casual gesture, the sword formation that originally covered the starry river instantly shrank and condensed, transforming from a boundless starry river giant formation into a palm-sized, pitch-black Dao seal with four swords surrounding the formation diagram, which steadily landed back in his palm.
Just as Ling Che was about to withdraw and completely end the battle, strange ripples suddenly appeared in the entire Boundless Divine Sea, causing the flow of time and space to become disordered, and layers of void to overlap, isolating this vast starry sky.
A woman of elegant beauty and dignified bearing stepped out from the depths of spacetime, stood in mid-air, and looked down at the battlefield.
The newcomer was none other than a lotus of seventy-two varieties!
Ling Che's eyes turned cold, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips: "Old hag, you've got some nerve, daring to show yourself and block my way."
He no longer concealed his full cultivation level; the God-Slaying Spear instantly appeared in his palm, its jet-black shaft emitting world-destroying demonic light, its extreme destructive and ferocious aura sweeping across the eight wastelands! An indestructible and boundless, unparalleled pressure erupted, suppressing billions of miles of starry sky!
The Seventy-Two Lotus is the daughter of the Ancestor. She possesses the peak of immortality and boundless cultivation, is cunning and treacherous, and has always been ruthless and unscrupulous. Ling Che dared not be careless and was on full alert, facing her seriously.
Upon hearing this, the Seventy-Two Lotus frowned slightly, her eyes showing displeasure. She was quite annoyed by Ling Che's arrogant and rude attitude, but she still remained calm and composed, and said indifferently: "In one day, you have killed several masters of the Heavenly Court's temples and slaughtered countless elites of the Heavenly Court. You truly deserve the title of 'fierce and ruthless'."
"I know that Murong Huan was not completely refined and killed by you; his soul and body still remain. Hand him over, and I will grant you any condition within my power. Just say the word."
Ling Che's sharp eyes revealed his thoughts, and he said, "You don't care about Murong Huan's life, but rather his position as the Temple Master of the Time Temple. It seems you have some secret arrangements within the Time Temple, otherwise you wouldn't be so concerned about Murong Huan's life or death."
The seventy-two lotuses' thoughts were exposed with a single sentence, but their expression remained calm and composed, though a cold killing intent flashed deep in their eyes.
She slowly raised her eyes, her voice indifferent and cold: "Since you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me for being ruthless. Today, I will make you disappear completely from this place!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the Seventy-Two Lotuses unleashed their full divine power, instantly sealing off, solidifying, and isolating the interior and exterior of a vast star field, transforming it into an isolated and desolate spacetime.
Outside the battlefield, the hellish deities who had just escaped were all shocked by what they saw. No one had expected that the Seventy-Two Lotus would be so domineering and fierce! Alone, it dared to face the Fiend God and hundreds of other deities.
Feeling the overwhelming and indestructible divine power, the gods of hell dared not slacken their efforts. They all summoned their war weapons and stood behind Ling Che, ready to fight the great enemy together.
Ling Che sensed the vast, overlapping, and chaotic power of spacetime surrounding him, and his smile grew even more chilling: "So many mysteries of spacetime! It seems that Murong Huan and Yu Jingzhen have long been secretly colluding with you. Judging by your mastery of spacetime alone, even the Venerable Monk Sumeru back in the day probably couldn't have achieved this!"
Upon hearing this, the Seventy-Two Lotus's expression suddenly darkened, and a murderous intent surged in her eyes.
The Holy Monk Sumeru was the person she least wanted to mention in her life, and the greatest taboo in her heart!
"However, with these meager methods and this limited spacetime confinement, you cannot defeat me!" Ling Che's eyes suddenly sharpened to an extreme, and his divine power surged and boiled!
Holding the God-Slaying Spear, he thrust it out!
A crimson demonic light pierced through billions of miles of star field, destroying everything and shattering space and time, heading straight for the Seventy-Two Lotus!
With a gentle wave of her jade hand, the Seventy-Two Lotuses caused thousands of lotus leaves to dance in the air, layer upon layer, stretching endlessly, transforming into a boundless lotus domain that forcefully dissolved and disintegrated this deadly demonic light.
Upon seeing this, Ling Che let out a long roar that shook the galaxy. Standing on the Black Lotus of Annihilation and wielding the God-Slaying Spear, he boldly took the initiative to charge forward!
The two supreme and indestructible beings clashed instantly, their demonic light and lotus radiance overwhelming the starry sea. In an instant, billions of voids around them collapsed, and countless stars were annihilated into ruins.