Daqin Zhentiansi

Firstly, it is a tattered scroll, neither silk nor leather, made of an unusual and ancient material, exuding an aura of ancient and weathered swordsmanship.

The True Explanation of Kendo.

As his divine senses sank in, countless profound and mysterious runes, formations, and sealing techniques flooded his mind, the core of which was the sealing method of the Thirteen Fierce Swords!
However, the upper part is incomplete, with the crucial hub and the lower part torn apart.

The Chaos Furnace roared, analyzing the vast amount of information contained within the tattered scroll, revealing a shocking conspiracy.

The anomaly at the Sword Tomb was not accidental, but rather a "Sword Sacrifice Plan" jointly promoted by the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion and the Burial Heaven Sect!
They intend to use the entire Sword Tomb as a furnace and the myriad spirits that have intruded as a blood sacrifice to incite the thirteen evil swords to devour and merge with each other, and to reforge the ancient demonic weapon that slays the world!
As for the missing lower part, just as Xuan Chengzi knew before, it was in the hands of Zixiao Palace!
Secondly, there is a sword-shaped rune that is dark like solidified blood jade and covered with fine, bone-crack-like patterns.

Soul-Slaying Sword Talisman.

This is the essence that the Chaos Furnace absorbed after consuming the Calamity Fire Sword Talisman and detonating the projection of the evil spirits, and was condensed by combining it with the endless evil spirit power of this place.

It contains the chilling and deathly power of the Demon Soul Sword, icy cold and bone-chilling, and its aura is faintly the same as that of the White Bone Sword that was sensed earlier.

Holding it, Zhang Yuan gained a deeper understanding of the rules of the vicious swords devouring each other.

Zhang Yuan closed his eyes, and the chaotic furnace in his sea of ​​consciousness slowly rotated, melting away all the dangers, breakthroughs, and insights of the sixth level.

The weight of "The True Explanation of Swordsmanship" lies not only in the acquisition of knowledge, but also in the burden of preventing the appearance of the World-Destroying Demonic Weapon and stopping the blood sacrifice of all living beings.

The lower part held by Zixiao Palace is a target that must be seized or destroyed.

The power and warning of the Soul-Slaying Sword Talisman make it a double-edged sword. It can draw upon the power of the evil sword, but it also serves as a constant reminder of the threat posed by the Bone-Bone Evil Sword.

Its internal conflict with the Blazing Fire Sword Talisman broke the deadlock and provided a way to counter the evil sword, but it was extremely risky.

The perfection and potential of the Soul-Forging Sword Talisman: This method can not only save lives, but also help cultivators forge sword intent imprints and cultivate direct lineage combat power, such as Cheng Yue's Guardian Sword Soul and Yong Tian Sword Cultivator's Martial Soul Sword Domain.

The Great Dao of Chaos is inclusive and tolerant, and the perilous Sword Tomb itself is an excellent resource for tempering the "True Domain".

The realization of the true nature of the thirteen evil swords reveals that they are not inanimate objects, but rather a living aggregate of laws!
Its hunger and violence stem from the instincts of those imprisoned for millennia!
The collapse of the seal will inevitably lead to the destruction of the world!
The cold gaze from the seventh floor, the will of the Bone Demon Sword, not weakened by the battle on the sixth floor, became clearer and closer after the projection of the Soul Demon Sword collapsed!
That was an ultimate killing intent formed from endless bones and death!
He opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through the gradually calming golden ocean, looking at the pale nothingness remaining in the center of the vortex.

From the depths of the abyss, the aura of decaying bones seeped out in wisps, intertwining with the cold, deathly gaze of the skeletal sword.

The entrance to the seventh floor is right beneath that vortex!

"My lord!" Wu Daoling forced himself to stand up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice still firm, "We can rest for a moment and then fight again!"

Cheng Yue gripped the newly refurbished ancient sword tightly, the sword spirit humming in his dantian, his eyes sharp as a newly awakened eagle: "Cheng Yue, please be the vanguard!"

Xuan Chengzi silently stood up, straightened his tattered Taoist robe, and stood behind Zhang Yuan with a complex yet firm gaze, demonstrating his stance through his actions.

Yin Xiaozi suppressed his demonic energy, lowered his head and looked meek, like the most loyal shadow.

Zhang Yuan's gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on the Yuanyue Heavy Sword.

On the spine of the sword, the ice crystal patterns and the star-burning cracks shimmered with light. He slowly pressed the icy, bone-chilling Soul-Slaying Sword Talisman onto the hilt of the sword!

"Qiang——!"

With a clear and melodious sword cry, the Soul-Slaying Sword Talisman transformed into a stream of dark golden light and was imprinted on the heavy sword!
Ice, fire, and evil—the three forces—achieved a brief but dangerous balance under the control of the Chaos True Essence!

He no longer looked at the exhausted but rekindled fighting spirit of the crowd behind him. He took a step forward, his figure like an arrow released from a bow, shooting straight into the abyss vortex that devoured the light!

A cold and resolute voice echoed above the golden sea of ​​sword spirits:
"There is no turning back from here, all of you follow me..."

"Severing bones and splitting the heavens!"

Three thousand Yongtian sword cultivators roared in unison, and the nascent Martial Soul Sword Domain once again condensed with difficulty, transforming into a torrent of iron and blood, following closely behind, and crashing headlong into the abyss entrance that exuded the aura of decaying bones!
……

The spatial vortex on the sixth floor of the Sword Tomb was like the throat of a prehistoric beast, swallowing, tearing, and reassembling everyone.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a dark canyon filled with bones.

Looking around, the decaying bones stretched into mountains, twisted and twisted under the erosion of evil energy, turning into a jagged, pale forest of bone spurs that pierced the gray sky like canine teeth.

The dome was devoid of sun and moon, only the crimson blood rain, formed from the malevolent aura of the sword, poured down. Each drop carried a bone-corroding and soul-destroying power, sizzling as it landed, and rising up a foul-smelling blood mist.

The moment everyone landed, the Bone Canyon suddenly came back to life!

The dizziness from escaping the sixth-level spatial vortex had not yet dissipated, and the sensation beneath their feet was no longer solid ground, but rather countless creaking, cold, slippery, decaying skeletons.

The biting chill, mixed with an intensely nauseating aura of death, ferocity, and despair, enveloped everyone instantly like a viscous swamp of poison.

Wu Daoling's "Forming the Formation" shout had just begun—

"Snap! Snap snap—!!!"

The entire Skeleton Canyon came to life instantly!

That wasn't the rolling of weathered bone fragments, but rather the ear-piercing noise of metal rubbing against bone, as if millions of dry bones were being frantically pried, rubbed, and squeezed by an invisible hand! It was enough to tear eardrums and make one's scalp tingle!
The next instant, a hellish scene descended!

As far as the eye could see, countless huge bone spikes, sharp as spears and curved as snakes, suddenly grew out from between the piles of bones!

They moved as fast as black lightning, shrieking through the air, and attacked the newly landed team from all directions, from the front, back, left, right, above, and below.

These bone spurs are not inanimate objects; their surfaces are covered with a viscous, dark gray residue of malevolent sword intent, as if they have been given a vicious life!

An invisible, deadly threat permeated the air.

An extremely cold and sharp spiritual thorn, formless and intangible, yet more deadly than any physical bone spur!
It ignores the protective aura and acts directly on the essence and soul of living beings, as if billions of invisible, greedy mouths are frantically devouring everyone's life force.

Those with weaker cultivation levels, including rogue cultivators and disciples from small sects, instantly turned ashen-faced, their eyes sunken, their skin losing its luster, and they groaned in pain. "Hold the array's core to the death! The Nine Abyss is indestructible!"

Wu Daoling's eyes were bloodshot, his hair and beard bristled, and crimson-gold sword flames erupted from his body, attempting to ignite the will of the army formation.

The three thousand elite warriors of the Yongtian Sword Armor behind him moved with lightning speed, instantly shrinking their formation. The clanging of their black armor was deafening, and defensive runes collectively lit up on their heavy black armor.

However, the danger was far greater than imagined!

"Sizzle—ah!!!"

A Xuanjia elite swordsman charging ahead had just parried a bone spur from a diagonally thrusting thigh bone with his right arm, which was covered in fine gold arm armor, when a terrifying scene unfolded!

The dark gray sword intent attached to the bone spikes that were blocked by the arm armor suddenly surged, like the most greedy bloodsucking worm, instantly penetrating the defensive gaps of the adamantite arm armor!
The sword cultivator's robust right arm, brimming with surging blood and energy, was as if it had been thrown into strong acid; the flesh and blood dissolved, shrank, and dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The sizzling sound of flesh melting and the cracking sound of bones being ripped apart and split open like marrow being sucked out mingled together, accompanied by his heart-wrenching, chilling screams.

In less than a breath, his right arm, which had once split mountains and cleaved peaks, was completely transformed into a piece of rotten wood, with skin tightly wrapped around pale, broken bones—a "withered branch"!
The wristband could not withstand the internal disintegration pressure and shattered inch by inch, revealing the shocking "mummified arm".

"Asshole!!!"

Wu Daoling was driven to the brink of madness by this scene. He was at the core of the military formation, and was most deeply connected to the formation's eye.

Seeing his trusted disciple suffer such a terrible fate, his body was engulfed in a burst of crimson-gold sword flames as he forcefully activated the still unstable nascent "Martial Soul Sword Domain" that had just been formed in the Sea of ​​Sword Spirits!
A more solid, pale golden halo composed of countless tiny phantom images of Xuanjia martial spirits instantly enveloped the entire army.

However, he also paid a price for protecting the vanguard from the deadly bone spurs!
A blood-stained rib spur, emerging from the ground, pierced through the weak point of the layers of martial spirit phantoms in front of him with incredible cunning, and precisely struck the black iron wrist guard on his right forearm!
"Hiss—Ugh!"

That dark gray, ferocious sword intent, like a maggot clinging to a bone, frantically burrowed into the gaps in the wrist guard!

Wu Daoling felt a sudden weight on his right arm, followed by a piercing, bone-chilling pain. At the same time, he felt his vital essence being frantically sucked away by the bone spur as if a flood had been released!

His hand gripping the sword trembled violently, and the muscles beneath the black iron wrist guard on his right arm collapsed and withered at an alarming rate!
The dark blue veins bulged and writhed like withered vines, and soon, the tough wrist guard was pierced with several holes by the withered and shrunken arm bones inside!
The pale arm bone was starkly exposed beneath the torrent of crimson blood that poured down from the sky, blood that could corrode bones and ravage the soul!
Blood dripped onto the white bones, hissing and emitting foul-smelling black smoke.

The excruciating pain and loss of vital essence turned the battle-hardened swordsman's face ashen, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

But he gritted his teeth and refused to retreat even a step, stubbornly maintaining the crumbling military formation's defense with his own blood essence and martial spirit power!
All the Yongtian sword cultivators who witnessed this scene had bloodshot eyes, filled with grief and indignation, and roared as they pushed the sword formation to its limit!

Just as everyone was fully engaged in dealing with the first wave of attacks from the Bone Purgatory and their minds were on edge, another unexpected event occurred!
“Woo—ah—!”

Above the heavens, deep within the torrential rain of blood, a terrifying sonic wave suddenly resounded, formed by the mournful wails of countless wronged souls and vengeful ghosts, penetrating straight to the soul!
Immediately afterwards, a hundred scarlet chains, each as thick as a child's arm and forged from extremely filthy blood, resentment, and curses, burst through the foul-smelling rain curtain like venomous dragons and giant pythons lurking in a sea of ​​blood, revealing their hideous forms!
These chains were not dancing wildly in a chaotic manner, but rather as if controlled by an invisible, malevolent giant hand, they intertwined and swirled in the sky in an instant, weaving a huge blood-red net that covered an area of ​​thousands of feet and blotted out the sun!
What's most chilling is that every crimson chain whip is wrapped around and flashes with hundreds of twisted and changing images.

The image shows the figure of "Zhang Yuan," who "slaughters" other cultivators using various cruel methods.

He betrayed Xuan Chengzi, tortured and slaughtered Zixiao disciples, and massacred Yangtian rogue cultivators...

Every scene is vividly portrayed, filled with resentment and accusation, and the mournful curses of the "ghosts" constantly echo through the screen.

"Zhang Yuan, you vile villain, give me back my life!!"

"The Marquis of Qingyang has indiscriminately slaughtered innocent people; this is an outrage against Heaven!!"

This is precisely the stigma that Xiao Zhengtian created by using the vicious secret technique of Zixiao Palace—the "Severing Karma Curse"—to forcibly graft and twist the resentment and sins of those he had secretly killed onto Zhang Yuan!
This curse is not a physical attack, but rather a direct strike at the "cause and effect" of the target's existence, defiling its name, ruining its fortune, and, more fatally, directly attacking its soul!
"Buzz!"

The moment the giant chain net locked onto Zhang Yuan, a massive, filthy, and twisted cursed will, like a tangible poison needle, ignored the distance in space and the defense of the Martial Soul Sword Domain, pierced through all obstacles, and stabbed straight at Zhang Yuan's brow and heart!

Before the attack even arrived, they were already affected!
The "Guardian Sword Soul" that had just condensed deep within Cheng Yue's dantian and was protecting Zhao Zhou let out a mournful cry and trembled violently.

As if he were being polluted and suppressed by an invisible force, his heart ached terribly, his breath surged, and the tiger's mouth holding the sword almost split open!

Xuan Chengzi was particularly sensitive to attacks on the soul. The filth and confusion brought by the Severing Karma Curse caused him to feel a sharp pain in his soul instantly.

His face turned deathly pale in an instant, and he staggered back three large steps before barely managing to stand. The light on his whisk flickered intensely, and his eyes flashed with confusion and a hint of lingering fear.

Yin Xiaozi felt even more terrified! His cultivation technique was inherently sinister and had a strange sense of origin with this resentful and filthy power, but the twisted and grafted power made even his demonic soul tremble!
He felt as if countless red-hot iron rods were being driven into and stirred into his head at the same time. He cried out and covered his head. Black and shiny blood seeped from his seven orifices at the same time!
He let out a howl like a wounded beast: "The Curse of Severing Karma!! You old dog Xiao! You have such a vicious and evil framing technique!!"

This giant net of "Soul Whip," containing endless twists and curses, combined with the strangulation and soul-devouring power of the Bone Canyon, has driven everyone, especially Zhang Yuan, into a desperate situation!
Just as Zixiao's treacherous plan arrived, another dramatic change occurred on the flank!
"Boom——!!!"

Less than a hundred feet to the left of the army formation, a mountain of bones made up of the remains of an unknown giant beast suddenly exploded open without warning!
Crushed stones and bone dust rained down like a storm!
Twelve skeletal figures, clad in rusty, ancient, and dilapidated armor, strode out of the dust amidst a sky full of ashes, carrying a killing intent powerful enough to freeze the soul!

They are not just simple skeletons!

Each skeleton was exceptionally tall, and the bones had a dark, jade-like luster that had been repeatedly tempered, making them incredibly hard!

Two dark blue, icy soul flames burned fiercely in his empty eye sockets, his gaze fixed on Zhang Yuan in the center of the crowd!

The weapons they held were even more bizarre and sinister, not ordinary swords, but bone swords forged from dark, withered bones that seemed to devour light. The blades were long and curved, with a chilling, deathly aura flowing from the edge.

"The Bone-Corroding Sword!"

Xuan Chengzi gasped in shock, his face turning even more ashen.

What's even more terrifying is not the weapon itself!

When the leader of the White Bone Sword Guards raised the bone-corroding sword that shimmered with eerie light, he seemingly casually pointed it at the sword domain of the military formation!
"Sizzle—pop!"

A pale, silent, and ghostly sword aura instantly tore through the void!

Wherever the sword energy passed, even space itself was corroded, leaving behind fine, spiderweb-like, grayish-white cracks that took a long time to heal!
This sword energy seemed to possess a terrifying corrosiveness like strong acid, and even more so, it carried the ultimate death intent that would sever life and decay all things!

It was after the Frostbone Ferocious Sword eroded Lord Bai Qi of Wu'an that its terrifying power leaked out over the long years, combined with the death energy of the Sword Tomb and the bones, and finally gave birth to this ferocious creature!

They are extensions of the power of the malevolent sword, and manifestations of the backlash of will!
The sword energy struck precisely at the nascent "Martial Soul Sword Domain" that the Yongtian army formation was desperately trying to maintain! (End of Chapter)