Chapter 922 – Frozen for Hundreds of Miles, Shocking and Killing the Spirit of Destruction Eastern
Chapter 922 – Frozen Hundreds of Miles, Shocking and Killing Spirit Extinguishing East
In the sky above the Great Luo Sect’s thousand palaces that were as tall and grand as an immortal’s mansion, in the midst of the thousands of disciples that remained from the One Holy Land and the two great super sects looking up at them.
The five great quasi saint experts, one south and four north, rolled up the sky of light and powerful and unrivaled true qi and mountain ripples, and crashed together with a loud bang.
“Black clouds were pressing down on the city”, and it was terrifying!
Many disciples’ bodies trembled slightly as they subconsciously took a few steps forward and stared in death.
This kind of killing game, they were not qualified to participate, but winning or losing, seemed to determine the life and death of many people.
“Xin Zhuo has no hope of winning!”
Yuan You Rong gripped the sword in his hand tightly as he and Qin Yuliu exchanged glances, firming their beliefs.
“The four Elder Ancestor level Paragon experts, who have been famous for a long time, all have all five gates open, and will never lose!”
The Great Luo Sect’s Sacred Son of Si Ying and the others were equally resolute in their faces.
However, in the next moment, the discrepancy between thoughts and reality was just too great.
Terrifying true qi aftermath waves stirred in the sky and fell with a roar, blowing thousands of martial artists staggering backward.
“Bang Bang Bang ……”
The killing of the five Paragon Saints only lasted for three breaths before those four terrifying sword shadows heavily chopped through the Paragon Saints’ divine abilities of Dongfang, Spirit Destroyer, Old Ancestor of the Seven Degrees, and Old Crone of the Purple Thorns, ruthlessly and devastatingly chopping down on the four of them.
“Pfft ……”
“Ah ……”
The four Quasi-Saint Old Ancestors’ protective true astral deities barely resisted the sword shadows, but they were unable to withstand them, spitting blood from their mouths, like four pieces of rags, and violently flew backwards, all of their breaths in disarray, and their four faces were marked with bewilderment, palpitations, and disbelief.
Just a moment ago, Xin Zhuo’s strength, surprisingly force their own several people, that horror of the mountain pattern, seems to have reached a point of no solution!
Thousands of martial artists, saint sons, and host elders below were stunned, their gazes following the four quasi saint elders as they flew backwards, their hearts following them down!
This person, Xin Zhuo, had chopped away four Paragon Saints in a single strike, so strong was he!
Exactly what kind of martial arts did he cultivate!
Looking at the sky, Xin Zhuo just shook his body and took three steps backwards, but in the next moment, like a meteor catching up with the moon, he went straight to the four Paramount Saints’ ancestors below and swung out a palm, which was like a mountain.
Palm like a mountain, nine colors of true qi tumbling, nothingness mountain pattern into a piece of chaos, blinking condensation palm like substance, wrapped in the destructive force, straight to the four quasi saints to kill, midway phantom phantom phantom, the shadow slowly covered half of the mountain gate.
Vast and grand, domineering!
“Bang ……”
Below the giant palm, a large number of disciples in mid-air can hardly endure the quasi saint mountain pattern on the body, all hanging to the ground, bleeding from the seven orifices, meridians broken, a cultivation to pay for it.
The experts who had the ability to dodge, such as the Purple Bauhinia hosts, the host saints of the Great Luo and Great Diffusion, could only hide their faces in misery, dodging the sharp edges, and swept away, only to be stagnant and in agony when they were still in the middle of the journey.
Luckily, the four of them, Dongfang and Spirit Destroyer, forcibly stabilized their bodies, and with fear and bewilderment on their faces, they struck out a palm to meet the giant palm in the sky.
Behind their backs, divine bodies and bloodline visions majestically rushed into the sky, illuminating divine beasts, landscapes and rivers, endlessly adding up.
“Buzz–“
The five Paragon Saints once again briefly stalemated, competing in true qi, mountain patterns, and accumulation.
The entire mountain range and palace of the Great Luo Sect shook violently, dusty bricks and tiles fell down, and the palace walls and metaphysical walls, which had just cracked, crumbled and collapsed.
However, the next moment, four against one, was still no match for Xin Zhuo.
That Destroy Spirit Venerable could not help but have bloodshot eyes, hissing angrily and unwillingly at Xin Zhuo: “Tiny mountain bandit, why is it that the chance of heaven is monstrous, repeatedly not dying, the district breaks the three sects of the paraclete, why is it that it is so strong, which heart method do you cultivate, and whose martial arts do you learn? How unfair is heaven and earth!”
“How unfair has heaven and earth ever been! I was weak back then, who pitied me, today …… no one can live!”
High in the sky, Xin Zhuo looked like a demonic god, stretched out his finger, and once again pointed away, and the Chaotic Mountain Ripple landed in wisps.
“Boom ……”
The giant palm glowed even more, suddenly sinking.
“Poof ……”
Dongfang, Destruction Spirit, Old Ancestor Seven Degrees, and Old Woman Zijing could no longer hold on, their internal organs were traumatized, their mouths and noses bled, and they crashed heavily into the bottom.
“Boom boom boom ……”
The “Great Luo Mysterious Altar’s” legal formation crumbled and shattered as the four figures crashed into a pile of palaces.
The aftershocks of the five Paramount Saints’ true qi rolled out, and nearly a thousand Dala low level disciples, no matter how talented they were or what their chances were, no longer had a chance to grow, couldn’t dodge in time, and the old ancestor was powerless to protect them, and they were shocked to death in their lifetime.
There is indeed no reasoning in this world.
“Bang ……”
The aftermath is unceasing, hundreds of miles of palaces near and far, one after another collapsed.
A large number of experts who were still alive in the distance, like falling into a quagmire, struggling to move and suffering, but what made them even more desperate was that the old ancestors were defeated, defeated cleanly, looking back and watching, full of numbness and panic.
At this moment, Xin Zhuo is still not stopping, wrapped in the nine colors of true qi, holding the “cold moon”, to the ruins of a sword chopped down.
The heavenly sword blade turned into three, and three turned into hundreds.
The continuous ruins were once again chopped into dust and ashes, and the dust flew up.
“Swoosh swoosh swoosh ……”
However, in those ruins, the scaly and injured Dongfang, Destroyer Spirit, Seven Degrees Old Ancestor, and Violet Thorn Crone leapt up with unwillingness and anger, and their bodies shifted and transformed into the size of a hundred feet.
This was the phantom of the Paramount Sage’s five gates breaking and opening the “Nine Scriptures of the Dharma Phase”, like a deity, huge and incomparable, with his true qi, power, and mountain patterns all ten times more powerful.
The faces of the four old ancestors were determined and fighting for their lives. Not only that, the Zijing old crone respectfully pinched out a black four-foot long sword, and as soon as the sword appeared, an aura of supremacy on earth, destroying the heavens and destroying the earth, swept through the eight directions.
Even a paraclete wouldn’t dare to lightly grab its blade.
Saint King’s weapon!
The four of them relied on their Dharma Phase True Body to enhance their strength, and together they maneuvered the Saint Armament again, chopping towards Xin Zhuo.
The sword light rushed through the night and covered the earth, rolling and swirling, the earth’s strongest, heading straight for Xin Zhuo.
That Mr. Dongfang’s voice was like running thunder, roaring, “Xin Zhuo suffer death!”
Xin Zhuo was so calm, without any half expression fluctuation, looking straight at the holy soldier, the next moment his body leaned forward, the ice eye in his eyebrow opened, an extreme coldness, whistling and blowing in all directions.
“Cackling ……”
In the blink of an eye, the ice seals the upper and lower hundreds of miles wide, and the entire Great Luo Sect becomes a world of ice and snow.
Most of the thousands of the only remaining disciples of the two clans and one holy land became ice sculptures, and those who were left were even more difficult.
Not only that, ninety-nine strands of dark blue ghostly ice suddenly appeared in Xin Zhuo’s icy eyes, evil and sinister, as if even the air was frozen, welcoming the holy soldiers.
“Jingling ……”
The supreme Saint Soldier, the terrifying killing force, was actually frozen in the air by the frosty ice intent of the spectral orchid.
The look of absolute death on the faces of the four people, Dongfang, Extinguishing Spirit, and Seven Degrees, slowly disappeared, their beards, eyebrows, and hair froze with frost, and their pupils contracted, instantly turning into endless despair.
“Heaven and Earth Divine Water ……”
That Purple Thorn crone looked at the frost between heaven and earth and muttered, “What kind of character is this ……”
“Today, I will behead you and others to end the karma of a lifetime!”
Xin Zhuo’s figure swayed and instantly moved in front of the four Paragon Saints, the Cold Moon and Chaotic Mountain Ripple came out in unison, and the sword light filled the sky.
The four Paramount Saints did not react quickly, their weapons were sheathed, and the mountain patterns tumbled, fighting for their lives to counterattack. Dazzling sword clashes, vast momentum, causing the entire sky of the Great Luo Sect to become a paste-like mess.
In the gazes of the remaining Purple Bauhinia Sacred Land experts, Da Luo, and Da Diffraction disciples who were watching in death, a scene unforgettable in this life soon appeared in the sky-
The Great Diffraction Sect’s Seventh Degree Elder Ancestor was chopped in half by a sword, blood splattering as his body crumpled and fell.
The Purple Thorn Crone was also a quasi-saint on one side, a domineering person, and at this moment, her head flew up, her headless cavity splattering seven feet of blood.
Spirit Destroyer Venerable’s hunched body quietly stopped high in the sky, silently looking at Xin Zhuo, her old face hostility, anger, killing intent, all disappeared, slowly turned into pain, regret, she seemed to think of everything in the Mirror Flower and Water Moon again, the fear of the death of the Demon Mound that year, the hatred after recovering her memories, the glory of this life, the family, the cultivation, but also in her mind over again, and finally fixed, that winter, the great snow capped Under the Autumn Palace Pavilion’s precept monument, that teenager with a helpless body full of thinness.
“The time is also destiny, it is indeed …… karma is over, but the wife hates ah …….”
Her brow appeared a line of blood, has been snaking to the lower body, and then “bang” sound, the body collapsed in two pieces, five viscera and six bowels and a body of cultivation into a stream of water, falling down.
Only the old Mr. Dongfang left, chest more than a deep can be bone of the sword marks, his face showed a trace of fear, this fear, since the mirror after the water moon, has been many years have not appeared, suddenly from the pocket out of a small shield, the wind to see the long, blocked in front of the body, straight to the far away swept away.
That’s right! Escaped!
“Dongfang, and why bother fleeing? There’s no chance!”
Xin Zhuo silently looked at his back, his right hand fingers together, the “Cold Moon” sword rolled up a round of curved moon, the Void Mountain Ripple, like a meteor catching up with the moon, swiftly went, along the way the air curled, as if scorched.
“Bang!”
That small shield spiritual treasure may be able to block most of the quasi-saint’s blow, but under the “mountain pattern” sword, a blast crumbled, the long sword speed does not reduce, straight to the east’s back.
“Puh-“
It instantly pierced through Mr. Dongfang’s body, and the terrifying force carried him flying into the distance, settling heavily on a cliff.
The hilt of the sword carried the man with it as it shook slightly, and a spiderweb of cracks appeared on the mountain wall, climbing in all directions.
His pale face pressed against the stone wall, he struggled to turn his head, already full of humility and helplessness, but with all his remaining strength, he hissed: “All disciples of the Great Diffusion, Purple Bauhinia, and Great Luo, form a formation to respond to the great calamity! Fight the Xin traitors for their lives!”
Xin Zhuo was already a “great calamity”!
That’s right! Countless Dala disciples have fantasized countless times about where their own catastrophe should be after the Wanwu era, but they really didn’t think …… that it should be in Xin Zhuo!
Ice mountain snow in all directions, deterred by the five quasi saints to kill the magnificent tragedy, and the devil like Xin Zhuo’s killing intent, the three sides of the masters, disciples have long been scared of losing their hearts, frankly speaking, they came to participate in the “Tianyuan on technology”, but do not want to everything has become a joke.
At this moment heard Mr. Dongfang shouting, also know that life and death in a flash, all swept, instantly formed a huge sword net, generalizing eight hundred Yang realm above experts!
Eight hundred weapons, facing straight upwards, flashed out heaven-shattering sharp awns!
A large number of host elders, Si Ying, Yuan You Rong, Wu Jiang, Bai Bu Qing, Ghost Zhi Zi, and even Pavilion Master Xie, Li Wu Fu, Li Guo Father, Dao Zhen, Yu Zhu Gui, Chen Chang Sheng, Nie Sheng Huan, and even the lucky ones who didn’t die, such as Ning Yu, Xie Lingwu, and Li Fan, were all among them.
Regardless of whether they were willing to make enemies of Xin Zhuo or not, they were always disciples of their respective sects, and they had beliefs that they held fast to.
The clan was the most important thing to guard in this life, and it had nothing to do with right or wrong!
Xin Zhuo carried his hands on his back, silently watching, did not block, just scanning a glance, fortunately, master Liu light wind those people stood far away, bewildered seems, did not participate.
Looking at the sword array below, a familiar or unfamiliar face, Xin Zhuo lightly sighed: “The Great Diffusion has been extinguished, the Great Luo will be extinguished, this is my oath back then, you do not have to be like this, if you swear to detach from the various clans, I Xin Zhuo will not be blamed, let you go!”
No one speaks, all eyes, all become resolute, today …… the only death only.
Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment, he was confused about the culture of the sects in this world, he did not belittle, did not banter, just raised his hand, a qi transformed into three yang, the nine colors of true qi whistling, chaotic mountain pattern added, used ten percent of his strength, a palm down.
The palm became a four-sided jade seal virtual shadow.
“Bang ……”
The sword formation formed by eight or nine hundred people in haste, only lasted for six breaths, then shattered, most of the figures staggered down, still high in the sky, bleeding from the seven orifices, meridians collapsed, and gas broke and died.
Blood mist filled the entire air.
Sometimes, more people is not the power of big, if there is no will of the idea and will win the heart, has fallen down the chip, death is only between the matter of the whisker.
Not to mention that terrifying Void Illusion Mountain Patterns, they couldn’t see it and didn’t understand it.
Their beliefs to the end of their lives are completed, no matter right or wrong, there is always no regret in their hearts!
“Snap ……”
The corpses rained down and fell to the ground one after another in a dense manner.
The surrounding rolling palaces that had not yet collapsed, no longer spared, rumbled down, smoke filled the air, a mess.
At this time the body can not be seen at a glance, counting no less than thousands, the world’s face or, stunning talent or, or the determination of the heart and spirit of the endless ambition, can only be turned into dust.
Ten thousand years of inheritance, tragic so.
Willow light wind and so on hundreds of people who do not want to participate in the distance, silently watching, full of helplessness and uncertainty.
This scene, how is it not destiny?
Further away there are still two or three thousand disciples panic helpless, brushing salute, self-abolition of the heart, swore to leave.
That was fixed on the cliffs of the East Mr. There is a breath of air, watching the beloved disciples, valued juniors one after another in front of the eyes of the dead, a moment of heart like a knife, bitter smile again and again.
A pair of old eyes, gradually was dead and “unwilling to live” meaning shrouded, can not help but cough violently.
Xin Zhuo landed in the snow and ice, ignoring the nearly one hundred blood people who survived under his feet, walking step by step towards the east, silently watching him.
Mr. Dongfang, whose white hair was disheveled and whose robes were shattered, was silent for a long time before he spat out a few words with difficulty: ”Before today, the old man was still ambitious, the old man had opened six gates, and in the future, there was a sevenfold certainty that he would be able to enter the True Saint realm! Just two hours ago, still pondering which disciple under the door can win ……”
He seemed to be saying these words to himself, and said for a while before looking at Xin Zhuo, saying, “I never thought that a person of the Houtian could be so strong, crossing the realm to fight four, breaking the sword formation with one palm, and shocking and killing eight hundred latecomers! One person destroying a clan, no, two super clans, you did it!
Back then, Autumn Palace Court where would have thought ……
A quasi saint who is less than a hundred years old! Xin Zhuo, who exactly are you?”
Xin Zhuo did not speak, only reaching out his hand to grab it in vain.
“Collect!”
Countless awns of qi representing the clan flew out from the ruins of the palaces near and far, drilling into his body.
His body shook, and his mind techniques operated to the extreme.
The Martial Rhythm Stones belonging to the Great Luo Sect also flickered with light in all directions, and wisps of them flew in.
Xin Zhuo’s aura grew thicker and thicker, and eventually golden light appeared and
Within the sea of dan, the fourth gate of the Paragon, broke!
“You ……”
Mr. Dongfang from the initial doubt, to shock, to fear, shivering : “No, no, I get it, I finally get it, you have a divine object next to your body, you have a treasure from the ancient unknown to protect your body, you can enter the country faster than anyone else, get it, get it, get it, ah, and yet I have never thought of turning over your body, hahaha … …”
“Xin Zhuo! It’s time to end it!”
Right at this moment, a dozen of terrifyingly terrifying auras suddenly came from outside the mountain gate, pressing in like an abyss or a sea.
Southeast, northwest, and north, a total of fifteen figures.
Clearly all of them were False Saints and True Saints from various Great Holy Lands Cave Heaven!
In the highest air, the Jiang Clan’s Great Sage Jiang Taiyu brought Li Chunyuan with him, stroking his whiskers and looking as if he was the master of heaven and earth, a single glance seeming as if it could cause the Xuan Tian Mountain Range here to collapse.
This was a power that was completely different from that of a quasi-saint, another step up!
In Mr. Dongfang’s dying old eyes, infinite vitality suddenly emerged.
Unfortunately, Xin Zhuo didn’t give him a chance, he didn’t even look at the group of heavenly figures in the sky, holding the “Cold Moon”, and with a false sword, he chopped Dongfang into seventy or so pieces, as if replying to his previous ramblings: “There’s still a gap between a quasi-saint and a quasi-saint, and even after a busy life you’re nothing but ordinary goods, and even Li Chunyuan, the True Martial Artist of the Broken One Sect, can be a quasi-saint. The True Martial Artist Li Chunyuan of the Broken One Sect can also kill you all, but he is no match for me, go on, you and I have ended our grudge, Mr. Dongfang!”
“Puff ……”
Dozens of pieces of Paramount Saints’ blood, flesh, and bones erupted onto the mountain wall, poignant and incomparable, and Dongfang’s head fell into the endless abyss with a head full of regrets and his eyes dead and gray.
That’s right! The grudges of the Mirror Flower and Water Moon to date were each ended!
There will be no more of that trope of being forced to escape!
(End of chapter)