Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 452: Thousands of years of war temper the true meaning, one day of drinking blood to prove Xuantian (Please subscribe!)

After killing the powerful enemy, the Blood River Divine Sword flew back to Lu Cheng's hand, still trembling with extreme excitement.

As the blade trembled, the scarlet blood mist condensed into countless tentacles as thin as hair, greedily licking the undried blood stains on the blade, as if a ferocious beast that had been hungry and thirsty for thousands of years finally got a taste of nectar.

At this time, the fighting was still going on in Huanglong City. The huge net of lightning covered an area of ​​100 miles, filled with blood and smoke.

The fight between the two sides has reached this point and it is not easy for one side to retreat if it wants to.

At the northeast gate of Huanglong City, more than 300 Ghost Bat Clan monks were besieging the defense line formed by Taiqing Sect disciples, and special bone arrows and all kinds of evil spells were pouring down like rain.

These ghost bats are similar to a combination of humans and bats. Each of them has a gloomy pale face and bloodshot pupils. They are good at blood magic and evil magic, and are afraid of fire, thunder and light magic.

The "Taoist Classic" records that there is a ghost in Xiling, which looks like a human, has red eyes and fangs, hides during the day and comes out at night. It likes to eat human blood, and eating it can prolong life. It comes from the Shanhai Xijing.

The ghost bats are hunted by human cultivators because the blood cores in their bodies can be refined into elixirs to prolong life. Currently, they can no longer be found in the territory of human cultivators. However, they have a deep blood feud with human cultivators, so whenever they get a chance, they will always pounce on them and take a bite, hoping to weaken the power of human cultivators.

It is very normal to see them here. If you can catch a few more of them that are old enough and sell them to monks who have a short lifespan, you will definitely make a lot of money.

Unfortunately, the highest level of this batch is only the Nascent Soul stage.

"Form a formation!" Qi Qinghan, the Huanglong City deacon who led the team, had been hit by an arrow on the shoulder, but he still leaned on his sword to maintain the shaky defensive light curtain.

Every disciple in the formation was injured. The youngest female cultivator in green had her left arm broken at the shoulder. However, she still gritted her teeth and channeled her last bit of magic power into the center of the formation.

At this point in the fight, these guarding monks already knew that the outcome was decided and it wouldn't take long before they could achieve complete victory.

However, the Ghost Bat Clan monks in front of them also hoped to kill them before leaving.

Just like how human monks capture and keep the ghost bats in captivity, the blood of high-level monks is also a supreme spiritual object to them, and they also hope to capture and keep some in captivity.

Just when the defensive light curtain was about to break, the sound of a rushing river suddenly came from the sky.

"This is... the garrison commander!" Qi Qinghan looked up suddenly, and saw a long blood-red rainbow coming from outside the city. Wherever it passed, the sky and the earth were dyed scarlet. It was:

The surging river of blood swallows all souls, and the black dragon bows to the master and knocks on the military court.

The talisman calms the soul and controls the raging waves, while the blade drinks up the spirits of demons.

The resentful souls condense their blades to break the ghost realm, and all things return to flow and become divine weapons.

Thousands of years of war have tempered the true meaning, and one day of drinking blood has proven the truth.

Lu Cheng walked on the waves, the Blood River Divine Sword chopped down from the air, and the hundred-foot-long sword light was like a punishment from heaven.

"boom--"

Where the bloody knife light fell, more than forty Ghost Bat Clan monks instantly exploded into a blood mist.

Those with higher magic power could transform into blood mist and then fuse and reorganize the blood mist to form a physical body. Those with lower magic power died directly. The remaining ghost bats flapped their wings in panic, but saw that the blood mist did not dissipate. Instead, it condensed into countless tiny red snakes, which were about to drill into their bodies through the gaps around them.

The people of Lucheng united their swords and descended quickly.

"Ahhhh!"

Wherever they passed, the screams of the Ghost Bat Clan monks rang out one after another, and it seemed as if a rain of blood and flesh was falling from the sky.

Without formations, without outstanding or genius-level cultivators, and without magical treasures, it would be extremely difficult for ordinary Ghost Bat cultivators to escape, let alone fight back, in the face of Lu Cheng's powerful magic power and superb killing skills.

In just a few breaths, more than 300 Ghost Bat Clan monks were killed, except for a few with the highest magical powers who were collected by Lu Cheng with a roll of his sleeves. All the remaining blood and essence were swallowed up by the Blood River Divine Sword, and the patterns on the sword body flashed an increasingly eerie red light.

"Leave this to me." Lu Cheng flicked his finger and shot a bottle of elixir towards Qi Qinghan: "Take the disciples and go down quickly to heal the wounded."

"Thank you, Lord Garrison Commander, for your help."

Qi Qinghan bowed and then left with his disciples full of gratitude.

Then Lu Cheng placed some five-element poisonous insects at the northeast gate of Huanglong City. He ignored the alien monks who were retreating, but killed those who were still rushing in with all his strength.

On the south city wall, five giant mountain elephants were using their tusks to strike the core of the formation. Each blow caused rocks to fall from the city wall.

The defending general Fu Qingfeng had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and the flag in his hand was cracked.

Just as Fu Qingfeng was gradually growing desperate, a surging river of blood suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, and five red-scaled dragons leaped out of it. Their bodies swelled in the wind, and in a moment they were as big as the giant elephant below.

These dragons wrapped themselves around the necks of these giant elephants, and the blood river water flowed down their scales into all the acupoints on the elephants' bodies. In just a moment, the thick skin that was impervious to swords and guns melted like wax.

"Master Lu, there is an emergency in the north of the city!" At this moment a communication talisman came flying over and Lu Cheng took it.

Although he was a little tired both physically and mentally, Lu Cheng knew in his heart that if the strongest Netherworld Ghost Clan in the city wanted to retreat, it would force these lower-status alien races to intensify their offensive, creating conditions for the Netherworld Ghost Clan's elite to retreat.

As for the alien races nearby, even though they knew that the current situation was not right and they had already offended the human race of Huangyun Mansion, they would not dare to offend the ghost race of the Netherworld who might protect them.

So at least for now, this plan is very successful, and at least two or three of the seven saints of the ghost clan can escape and preserve their vitality.

Just as Lu Cheng was flying high with his sword, two black shadows came from the northern sky, and the clouds automatically parted wherever they passed:

There were two tall human figures with eight arms. The one on the right had poisonous mist of different colors wrapped around each arm. It was none other than Yin Luo, the famous "Eight Poison Lords" of the Eight-Handed Clan.

Lu Cheng had seen portraits of foreign cultivators at this level. Of course, the same was true for the other party.

"Huangyun Mansion's new garrison commander Lu Cheng, Blood River Divine Sword!?" The Eight-Handed Clan cultivator on the left spoke sinisterly, his voice like the friction of iron sheets:

"This sword was refined with the blood of three tribes of my foreign race. Today is the day to pay the price."

The next moment, eight long swords appeared in his hands, and it was the famous "Sword Master" Guluo of the Eight-Handed Clan.

Among these two alien monks who have reached the state of God Transformation, Guluo's magic power has reached the middle stage of God Transformation. What's more, he is obviously proficient in body training and swordsmanship. He is definitely a difficult alien monk.

However, at this moment, Lu Cheng was in charge of the Taiqing Taoist military command (military talisman) and holding the Blood River Divine Sword, whose magic power was constantly increasing with continuous blood sacrifices. His magic power was surging and he had already reached the late stage of the God Transformation Realm.

After all, this group of Blood River soldiers was able to increase Lu Cheng's magic power to the level of God Transformation when he was still in the late Nascent Soul stage. Now that Lu Cheng has been promoted to the God Transformation stage and the Blood River soldiers have also devoured a large amount of blood, there is no reason why their effectiveness should decrease instead of increase.

At this moment, the blood-colored divine sword was humming and vibrating in Lu Cheng's palm. The blood mist and resentful spirits wrapped around the sword made a shrill scream that shocked the soul, as if sensing the upcoming blood feast of killing.

The two in front of him are different from the ghost clan’s gods. Their blood souls can greatly amplify the power of the Blood River Divine Sword.

At this moment, Yin Luo, the Lord of the Eight Poisons, had already taken action. If he could kill Lu Cheng, the Eight-Handed Clan would have an explanation to the Netherworld Ghost Clan and could withdraw from this battle.

The eight arms made hand gestures at the same time, and eight-colored poisonous fog rose into the sky like a dragon - the blood-red "Bone-Corroding Smoke", the ink-black "Soul-Corrupting Miasma", the dark blue "Cold Marrow Fog"... Eight kinds of unique poisons intertwined into a web, covering an area of ​​a thousand feet in radius.

"Junior, try my Eight Deadly Poison Formation!" Yin Luo grinned fiercely, and countless poisonous insects suddenly emerged from the poisonous fog in front of him and pounced on him.

However, Lu Cheng also sacrificed the Five Elements Poison Gu at this moment. The Five Elements Poison Gu already carried the divine light of a hundred poisons, and a hundred poisons were not eliminated. Even if Yin Luo, the Eight Poison Lord, had a powerful poison cultivation, it would not be easy to kill all these poisonous insects that contained extremely poisonous substances.

"That's great!" The next moment, Guluo's eight arms shook together, and eight long swords came out of their sheaths at the same time. The sword light poured down like a galaxy, interweaving into an impenetrable sword net in the air.

What's even more terrifying is that each sword is entangled with sword energy of different attributes: ice, flames, gold, poisonous miasma... Eight completely different sword intents can be perfectly integrated, turning into a colorful torrent that sweeps towards Lu City.

Sword cultivators have always been known for their fierce attacks among cultivators of the same level. Gu Luo has already reached the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm. If he can make one or two more steps and be promoted to the Return to Void Realm, then he will be able to roam freely in the world of earthly immortals.

Therefore, even though he knew that the situation was not right, he still refused to retreat easily, because even in the earthly immortal world, large-scale battles like today's were rare.

Being in the midst of it and feeling the killing and violence may help you advance in your own spiritual practice.

"Come on!" Lu Cheng didn't dodge or evade, and slashed with the bloody knife in his hand. Where the knife light passed, the void seemed to be torn open with a bloody hole, and countless resentful souls swarmed out from the blade, colliding with the colorful sword light.

"boom!!"

The air wave exploded, and the clouds within a hundred feet in radius were instantly turned into dust. The eight swords of Gu Luo rang out, and his body retreated more than ten feet. Fine blood marks appeared on each of his arms, which were caused by the recoil of the blood river sword energy.

"Nothing more than that." Lu Cheng stood in the air, a river of blood swirling around his body, continuously supplying the Taoist with powerful and endless magic power.

"The swordsmanship of the Yat-Hand tribe is also worthy of being called 'honored'?"

When Gu Luo heard this, his face turned pale, and his eight arms suddenly formed a strange sword seal. The eight long swords merged into one in the air, turning into a three-meter-long giant sword, with ancient and mysterious array lines appearing on the sword.

"Eight Swords Return to One!"

The moment the giant sword fell, the whole world went dark. Before the sword reached the city wall at the foot of Lucheng, it had already begun to crack.

The power of this sword has already touched the threshold of returning to the void.

Seeing this, Lu Cheng's eyes flashed fiercely, and the "Nine Chapters of the Sky Wall" in his body was running rapidly. He did not dodge or evade, but jumped towards the sword light that was like the creation of the world.

"Tongxuan Sword!"

Lu Cheng's innate magical power is divided into two parts, the outer sword part can only be used against specific cultivators, but the inner sword part has been spinning faster and faster in Lu Cheng's body since the beginning of this killing, until it reached the load limit of his meridians and physical body.

With the same magical power, the faster the qi flows and the longer the qi channels, the greater the power.

The blood knife spun nine times in his palm, and the knife's power increased with each turn. By the ninth turn, the knife's light was like a bloody sun rising in the east, and it collided with the giant sword's light.

The Blood River Divine Sword and Buluo's Eight Swords into One Sword collided with a loud bang, and the heaven and earth became silent.

In an instant, the dazzling blood light and the colorful sword energy were like two angry dragons biting each other. The violent magic power spread out, causing ripples in the void within a hundred feet, and finally cracks appeared.

Lu Cheng only felt the pain in the five fingers of his right hand, which was holding the sword formula, and the knuckles were cracked. Blood flowed down, and finally turned into blood mist and was greedily absorbed by the Blood River Divine Sword. On the other side, the eight arms of Gu Luo trembled, and fine cracks appeared on the blade of the sword he held.

"What a great Eight Swords Returned into One!"

Although he felt emotional, the next moment the Taoist made a hand gesture with his left hand, and an inconspicuous stone flew out from his sleeve.

The stone swelled up in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a phantom of a mountain a hundred feet high. It was none other than the Mountain Guarding Divine General who was enlightened by Lu Cheng!

The powerful magic power accumulated by this seventh-level stone monster for thousands of years was reshaped by Lu Cheng, who abandoned all kinds of changes and used only one move.

Gu Luo vaguely saw the key point, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he hurriedly formed seals with his eight arms and wanted to escape, but he saw rays of ochre-colored divine light shooting out from the phantom of the mountain, completely blocking the space around him.

"Do not--"

Boom!

The huge mountain pressed down, and the earth trembled. Gu Luo held up the sky with his eight arms and the sword, and his bones made crackling sounds under the heavy load, and his knees sank into the ground inch by inch.

He roared wildly and mobilized all his magic power. The colorful sword light tried to split the mountain, but dense runes appeared on the surface of the mountain.

"Xuantian is boundless, the spirit is controlled and created, Taiqing commands, suppress!" Lu Cheng stepped on the seven stars in the sky, shouted loudly, and pointed with his finger. The weight of the mountain suddenly increased.

Click!

All three of Gu Luo's arms broke at the same time, and blood spurted out. The Eight-Handed Sword Master finally showed despair, watching the mountain completely press him into the ground where the rune spell was also spreading, leaving only a hideous head exposed, bleeding from all seven orifices.

It’s a long story, but it all happened in a flash.

Lu Cheng and Zhenyue God General each have their own magical powers, so the battle just now was actually two against one, or even three against one.

Yin Luo on the other side had just reacted when he saw that his companion had been suppressed.

His eight palms flipped at the same time, and eight-colored poisonous fog surged towards Lu Cheng like a wave. He wanted to attack the enemy and save him, and break Lu Cheng's suppression spell by attacking the caster's body.

However, as he focused on attacking Lucheng, he naturally neglected his own defense.

In this extremely short period of time, Lu Cheng had recovered some magic power. At this time, he was well prepared and made hand gestures in front of his forehead.

Five sword lights of different colors shot out from the five elements poisonous insects on all sides of Yin Luo. They were the five elements flying swords that had been nurtured by the body's natal magic weapon for many years!
The golden sword was sharp, the wooden sword was binding, the water sword was long, the fire sword was violent, and the earth sword was heavy. The five swords formed a formation and broke through and separated the eight-colored poisonous fog.

Yin Luo was horrified and quickly spat out a mouthful of his own blood and essence, setting up a poison barrier in front of him again.

But at this moment, Lu Chengyu's Blood-Transforming Divine Sword swooped over again. Before Yin Luo's protective poison barrier took shape, a ray of sword light directly pierced Yin Luo's chest.

The Poison Lord of the Eight-Handed Clan looked down at the bowl-sized blood hole on his chest in disbelief. The poison energy in his body was being rapidly devoured by some strange force.

"What kind of evil method is this..." Yin Luo Du Zun's eyes dimmed quickly.

With a flash of the knife, Yin Luo's head flew up, and the Blood River Divine Sword sucked all his blood and essence, turning him into a dried corpse.

Lu Cheng stretched out his hand to recall the Blood River Divine Sword. The blade vibrated and hummed, as if it was extremely satisfied with the essence and blood of the Divine Transformation cultivator it had just devoured.

At the same time, sensing Yin Luo's death, the mountain suppressing Gu Luo suddenly shook violently. Lu Cheng frowned, sensing that Gu Luo was performing some forbidden secret method to try to escape. He snorted coldly, changed several spells in succession, and pointed at the mountain, and the runes suddenly lit up.

"town!"

The mountain suddenly sank three feet and Gululuo's shrill screams came from the ground. Lu Cheng swept his spiritual sense and immediately attacked with the Blood River Divine Sword. He also swept away the blood soul of the Eight-Handed Sword Master with one blow of the sword.

As time went by, after several hours, the situation in Huanglong City gradually stabilized.

The setting sun has sunk into the sky, and the sky is getting darker. Only now can one vaguely see that the sky outside Huanglong City is filled with countless tiny spots of light for some reason. They are flying and flickering, but they do not produce any fluctuations of magical power.

As those spots of light suddenly condensed into one, a ray of light suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.

Then, a female cultivator from the Winged Clan who had a pair of pure white wings on her back slowly walked out from the light. She was tall and beautiful, but at this moment she looked terrified and was panting.

She still remembered the fear of being cut in half by the bloody knife several hours ago.

"I need to leave this place quickly. I used my clan's light magic to save myself after a few hours, but my magic power was greatly reduced. If I meet that fierce Taoist again!"

Just as the Winged Clan's female cultivator who was about to become a goddess had not yet finished her thought, she saw a bloody knife light coming towards her, as fast as lightning.

"Thorn."

The blood knife flashed, and the next moment the female cultivator who had reached the state of transformation was cut in half.

"I don't understand, what's the point of this spell? It consumes a lot of mana. Even if it has the effect of resurrecting the dead, it's just letting people kill again in a short period of time."

At this moment, the Blood River Divine Sword floating beside Lu Cheng suddenly trembled violently, and the runes on the sword that were formed by absorbing the essence and blood of high-level monks lit up one by one.

The bloody evil energy floating in the air was pulled by the spiritual power in the sword, turning into a blood-red vortex that covered the sky and the sun, and madly poured into the sword.

At the same time, the tattered robe of the Wing Clan female cultivator who had just been killed shattered into pieces, and the spirit that had not yet dissipated in her body was forcibly extracted, interweaving with the blood mist to form a scarlet thread that wrapped around the blade.

This amazing change was even beyond Lu Cheng's expectations. This was because the Blood Sea Flag of the Asura Witch was still hidden in the blood of the Blood River Road soldiers. Although it was already in tatters, it still remained to this day.

After drinking enough blood and influencing each other internally and externally today, it turned into a blood-colored vortex. At the same time, through the medium of the All-Spirit Blood Pearl, it continuously transmitted the essence and secrets of the Asura clan's blood practice to itself.

"So that's how it is. It turns out that the Asura witch had some unclear relationship with Senior Brother Su. This blood sea flag was originally a token of love. I don't know why it has been delayed until now."

(End of this chapter)