I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 484 The Death of Godless

"If you can withstand one of my moves, I will spare your life."

As soon as the word "death" was uttered, Ying Xun took a step forward and pointed his fingers like a sword, using the power to forge all things to drive the sword finger toward Jue Wushen.

Jue Wushen snorted coldly and once again unleashed his protective aura.

However, this time the protective aura had been broken once by Wuming, and now that it was being erected again, it felt like it was about to collapse.

Even so, it can withstand the vast majority of attacks in the world.

However, the protective aura shattered the moment it touched the sword finger, offering no resistance whatsoever to the thrusting sword finger.

Faced with the menacing sword finger, Jue Wushen dared not be careless in the slightest. He roared and crossed his arms, blocking the attack in front of his chest like an iron pillar.

At the same time, a golden light emanated from his arms, carrying a heavy and unbreakable aura, making his arms seem like an unbreakable shield that could withstand any attack.

Absolute God has absolute confidence in his indestructible golden body.

He firmly believed that as long as his weakness remained intact, he would be invincible and no one could harm him.

But he had no idea of ​​the power of the Heaven and Earth Furnace Scripture. It could melt down anything in the world, representing both new life and ultimate destruction.

If Ying Xun were to unleash his full power, it would be nothing short of astonishing.

Furthermore, it also contains immeasurable power...

If it were just a matter of escaping, then so be it; but he insisted on using his indestructible golden body to withstand the attack.

He pointed his sword finger at his arm, then withdrew it immediately.

It seemed like such an ordinary little thing, causing no harm whatsoever.

This startled Jue Wushen for a moment, then he burst into laughter.

"Hahaha... Win Xun, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jue Wushen's expression suddenly changed, turning into one of extreme pain.

With a "crack," his arms exploded with the sound of bones shattering, and the veins on his arms bulged and burst open, turning his entire arm blood red before hanging limply.

However, the clicking sound did not stop.

The cracking and popping sounds of bones breaking were incessant, spreading from the lifeless arms to the shoulders, then to the chest and back, and finally to the legs and feet...

Moreover, as his bones shattered, all of Jue Wushen's meridians also burst, and scalding hot blood gushed out. In just a moment, Jue Wushen was covered in blood.

His body swayed precariously, his eyes wide as cowbells, his face filled with disbelief.

"No God, I can break your indestructible golden body without breaking the aura under your armpits. Just fall down like this, or I'll lose face."

After saying that, Ying Xun gently blew out a breath.

With a loud bang, amidst a cloud of dust, Jue Wushen collapsed to the ground.

God is dead.

The godless warrior, who had come from the East with five thousand demon warriors and intended to unify the Central Plains, was killed by Ying Xun with a single finger.

Moreover, his death was extremely gruesome, with his bones shattered, his veins burst, and his eyes wide open in death.

The exchange between Ying Xun and Jue Wushen was extremely fast, far less thrilling than the previous duel between Wuming's Ten Thousand Swords Return to One and Jue Wushen's Undying Golden Body. In fact, it gave people a sense of calm and tranquility.

But for everyone present, it was like a bolt from the blue.

When they strike, it's with overwhelming force, capable of annihilating everything in sight.

From beginning to end, all that happened was that Jue Wushen threw two punches, then Ying Xun thrust out a finger, and finally the once high-spirited Jue Wushen died.

Of course, no matter how exciting the battle was, it couldn't change the final outcome.

That is, Xun won.

The martial arts world of Central China has won.

Looking at the lifeless corpse, the martial arts practitioners from the Central Plains present felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from their chests, and they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Even some of the more experienced and prudent elders couldn't help but laugh and bow deeply to Ying Xun.

They may not have revered Ying Xun, but they were people from the Central Plains.

Jue Wushen led five thousand Ghost Chaluo into the Central Plains, suppressing the entire martial arts world and making it impossible for them to raise their heads.

The defeat of the martial arts legend Nameless cast a shadow over the entire Central Plains martial arts world.

But now, Jue Wushen has died at the hands of Ying Xun.

More importantly, Ying Xun only used one move.

Killing a powerful enemy in one move—could there be any more exciting news?

However, after a brief moment of excitement, some people looked at the dark mass of ghost demons and couldn't help but feel worried.

Compared to Jue Wushen alone, the pressure from the five thousand Gui Chaluo was much greater, because the psychological trauma left on them when Jue Xin swept through the martial arts world was too great.

Although the current god is dead, these five thousand demon warriors are still not to be underestimated.

If Ying Xun stops making moves, as long as a leader emerges among the Ghost Cha Luo, even if his martial arts are not particularly outstanding, he can still sweep across the Central Plains martial arts world with five thousand Ghost Cha Luo, and it is not impossible for him to even unify the Central Plains.

"Kill him! Avenge my master!"

"kill!!"

The Ghost Chakra Legion, which had been silent for a while due to the death of Absolute God, finally erupted in shouts of battle.

Led by Juedi Tianxing, a disciple of Juedi Shen, the Ghost Cha Luo Legion finally unleashed its most surging and fierce killing intent in history, charging towards Ying Xunhao in a mighty manner.

At this moment, both Jedi and Tianxing had excited glints in their eyes.

Now that Jue Wushen is dead, then... all that's needed next is to kill the brothers Jue Xin and Jue Tian, ​​and the number one power in Japan will naturally fall into their hands.

From then on, even if they didn't dominate the Central Plains, they could at least carve out a territory in Japan and become a regional hegemon.

Of course, the most important thing right now is how to take over the Oni-Kashira Legion.

The two players in Jedi Skywalker performed differently.

Among them, Tianxing is rather reckless and quite arrogant, comparable to Juetian.

In his view, as long as he could avenge his master, Jue Wushen, he would naturally win over the masses.

Behind him are ten powerful ninjas and a five-thousand-strong army of ghost warriors. Even if they have to wear him down, they can wear Ying Xun down.

It would be incredibly unwise for someone like Master to be so foolish as to go and challenge someone to a duel.

Therefore, his idea was to wear down Ying Xun with sheer numbers, then lead the Ghost Cha Luo Legion back to the capital and kill the brothers Jue Xin and Jue Tian, ​​who were not under the protection of Jue Wushen.

Jedi had followed Godless for a long time, and twenty years ago he had followed Godless in invading the Central Plains, but was stopped by the young Nameless with only a sword.

Back then, Wuming was able to stop them, but now Ying Xun can kill Jue Wushen with a single finger, which shows that Ying Xun is no weaker than Wuming.

He didn't want to die.

Therefore, his actions this time were solely for the purpose of retrieving the body of Jue Wushen.

More accurately, they wanted the token on Jue Wushen's body.

With the token, he could temporarily take over the position of Oni-Kashura present and return directly to Japan to become the master of the Godless Palace.

As for the brothers Juexin and Juetian, he didn't believe that the martial arts world of the Central Plains would let them go.

Even if Juexin and Juetian were to return to Japan from the Central Plains, what difference would it make?

At that time, the Wushen Jue Palace was already in his hands. With the addition of the Emperor, taking down Juexin and Juetian would not be difficult at all. Therefore, although Juedi also appeared to be ready to fight, in reality, he never intended to attack Ying Xun. Tianxing and Guichaluo, who was charging ahead, were just his shields.

However, Juedi was unaware of one thing: Ying Xun deeply hated the Japanese and wished he could kill them all.

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish."

Ying Xun stood with his hands behind his back, a flash of killing intent in his eyes. Finally, he smiled faintly at Wuming and said, "Speaking of which, I also have some insights into the 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One' technique. It's a pity that you've used all the swords here, but it's alright..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ying Xun unleashed a sword intent even stronger than that of the Heavenly Sword Nameless. He seemed to transform into a sword, a sword powerful enough to dominate heaven, earth, and all living things.

"To me, everything in heaven and earth can be a sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Xun took a step forward. With a loud boom, the ground shook violently, sending countless grains of sand and gravel floating in mid-air, where they remained suspended in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, the floating sand released an incomparably sharp aura, as if each grain of sand had become a sword forged through countless hammer blows, capable of cutting through gold and jade.

As Ying Xun drew his sword forward, countless grains of sand shot out.

The sounds of air being torn apart converged, like the roar of a dragon, and the shooting sand seemed to pierce through the void, flying towards Gui Cha Luo at the forefront.

If these grains of sand were sharp swords, that would be one thing, but these demon demons are all elites, agile and quick. Even if they can't dodge, they can at least offer some resistance. At worst, they'll know how they died.

However, the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin technique used by Ying Xun was composed of countless tiny grains of sand, which, when flying at high speed, was not something that ordinary masters could perceive with the naked eye.

Although the charging Oni-Kshara could hear the sound of air being torn apart, he could not see the trajectory of the sand with his naked eye.

Puff puff! !

Ahhhh! !

The sounds of being pierced, as dense as rain, and screams rang out one after another.

Before the hundreds of demons at the front could even react, they were riddled with countless bloody holes, their bodies spurting blood, and they fell down as if they had been riddled with bullet holes.

Don't rest your eyes!

More importantly, even though hundreds of demons sacrificed their lives to warn others, the situation that followed was still much the same as before.

The once valiant and powerful Ghost Cha Luo Legion, which dominated Japan and made the Central Plains martial arts world unable to lift its head, could only have its life taken by Ying Xun's Ten Thousand Swords Return to One.

They were like rice stalks waiting to be harvested in a paddy field, cut down one crop after another.

Even top-tier experts like the Ten Great Qi Ninjas and Juedi Tianxing didn't have time to react before their lives were taken.

Originally fearless, the Ghost Chakra was terrified after being slaughtered row by row. The last remaining Ghost Chakra was finally scared out of its wits and turned to flee.

In fact, not only them, but even the martial arts practitioners watching from the sidelines were stunned by Ying Xun's move and couldn't help but have the idea of ​​turning around and running away.

Because the scene before my eyes was simply too horrific.

Limbs and severed bodies were scattered everywhere, and corpses lay strewn across the field. There was hardly a complete body left, and the overwhelming stench of blood was nauseating.

In fact, quite a few people did manage to hold back their vomiting.

Seeing Guicha Luo fleeing, Ying Xun showed no intention of stopping.

With a flick of his long sleeves, the blood flowing from the corpses on the ground seemed to be drawn together by an invisible hand, forming a flowing river of blood.

Then, the blood river, like a floodgate opened, rushed wildly towards the fleeing demons.

The scattered and fleeing demons eventually fell one after another, dying under the onslaught of the blood river.

Thus, the entire army of five thousand Ghost Chaluo, who had traveled from afar to the Central Plains, was annihilated.

Logically speaking, let alone five thousand Ghost Cha Luos who are skilled in martial arts, even five thousand pigs would take a long time to kill.

However, these five thousand demon warriors, enough to sweep across the Central Plains, were slaughtered without exception in just twenty or thirty breaths.

This terrified many martial arts practitioners.

It should be noted that the Ghost Cha Luo Legion was full of highly skilled martial artists, whose abilities were comparable to those of the leaders of various sects. Yet, even these masters could not escape with their lives.

Forget about fighting back; they probably don't even know how they died.

Doesn't that mean that if Ying Xun wanted to, he could single-handedly wipe out the entire martial arts world?!

Thinking of these things, the people of the martial arts world couldn't help but feel worried again.

If... they mean if, Ying Xun wanted to unify the martial arts world, then who could stand up to stop him?

Ying Xun, who caused all of this, remained completely unmoved, as if he had just killed not people, but only five thousand beasts.

He clapped his hands, raised his head slightly to look at the sky: "Old man, after watching the show for so long, aren't you going to step on stage and have a go?"

These words were so inexplicable that everyone present was baffled, even Wuming was completely confused.

Because in their view, there was nothing in the sky at all, and Ying Xun was just talking to himself.

Surely he couldn't possibly be talking to God, could he?

However, to everyone's surprise, a voice that stirred up the wind and clouds suddenly came from the sky.

"Young Master Nineteen, you've given me quite a show today. Once I've mastered my divine skills, I'll come back to play with you again. Then... Hmph, Young Master Nineteen, you'll never escape my grasp."

Those who can navigate the world of gangsters are by no means cowards.

Those who travel thousands of miles to watch the spectacle are the most daring of all.

But that single cold snort was enough to make many of them feel weak in the knees.

"They really know how to survive."

As Ying Xun finished speaking, the turbulent sky returned to its original state.

sunset.

The setting sun is like blood.

And perhaps because of the rivers of blood on the ground, the blood-red setting sun seemed even more vivid.

Ying Xun withdrew his gaze and looked at Wuming, who was staring blankly at the sky.

“Brother Wuming, snap out of it, he’s already gone.”

Wuming withdrew his gaze and asked in shock, "Who was that person just now?"

"Indra."

"So it was him. No wonder I didn't notice at all." Wuming suddenly realized, and couldn't help but sigh, "My place on the list of alarmers is somewhat undeserved!"

“You are injured and not at your peak, so it’s normal that you can’t sense his presence, not to mention that he is good at concealing his presence.”

Upon hearing this, Wuming's complicated feelings eased slightly, but when he saw the corpses scattered all over the ground, he couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Ying, you went too far with your killing spree today. Having too much bloodlust is not beneficial to cultivation."

Ying Xun nodded, then shook his head: "That makes sense, but the Japanese can't be considered human. I have no qualms about killing them. I only regret that I haven't killed enough or that I haven't been ruthless enough."

Wuming was taken aback and asked doubtfully, "As far as I know, Brother Ying, you are the son of the First Emperor and have only recently awakened. You have no grudge against the Japanese, do you?"

"You heard about my background from Bu Jingyun?"

Wuming nodded without saying a word.

“I didn’t expect Bu Jingyun to be such a big mouth.” Ying Xun smiled, then said coldly, “The Japanese have invaded our Central Plains many times, slaughtering our compatriots. Their crimes are too numerous to count. At least for me, I wish I could wipe them out completely. If you had killed Jue Wushen back then, none of this would have happened.”

Wuming shuddered and said with remorse, "It was indeed my fault that the Central Plains suffered such a calamity, but Brother Ying, you..."

Because he was worried that Ying Xun might become possessed by demons due to his excessive bloodlust, and that if Ying Xun became possessed by demons, it would be an unimaginable calamity for the entire world, Wuming wanted to continue to persuade Ying Xun. However, before he could finish speaking, Ying Xun interrupted him.

"Alright, it's getting late. Let's talk about it after we get into town."

(End of this chapter)