Daqin Zhentiansi

A terrifying tearing sound was heard!
The pale golden light domain, formed by the indomitable will and iron-blooded martial spirit of three thousand sword cultivators and which had just withstood the torrent of bone spikes, was as if it had been thrown into a cloth with strong acid. The gray-white sword energy cleaved it open with a huge gap more than ten feet long!
The condensed martial spirit power instantly scattered, causing a sharp drop in defensive power!

"puff--!"

The violent backlash from the forced breach in the formation instantly caused hundreds of core sword cultivators, including Wu Daoling, to cough up a mouthful of blood!

Wu Daoling was struck as if by a heavy hammer; his vision went black, and he could barely hold onto his sword.

Almost simultaneously, deep within Zhang Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness, the wisp of blood shadow originating from Lord Wu'an Bai Qi, which had been lying dormant, suddenly erupted with a painful, angry, yet intensely weak roar.

"Damn backlash from the wicked sword! These sword slaves... they are using the power of the Bone Purgatory... frantically stripping me of my control over the Frostbone Sword... to reclaim my power!"

Bone spurs like a forest devour souls, stigmatized bone whips lock souls, and white bone sword guards shatter the formation!

In the face of danger, Zhang Yuan, standing at the center, had eyes as cold as an ancient abyss, showing no sign of panic.

Faced with the surging tide of bones like a tsunami and the omnipresent soul-devouring suction, he flipped his palm and a crimson fruit the size of a pigeon egg, crystal clear, with faint dark blue ice patterns flowing inside, appeared out of thin air!

Mysterious Yin Vermilion Fruit!

This wondrous object, obtained from the extreme Yang land of the fourth level of the Melting Heart Hell, contains the ultimate Xuan Yin power in the world!

"swallow!"

The vermilion fruit melts in your mouth!

A stream of incredibly pure and chilling Yin energy, as if melted from a ten-thousand-year-old glacier, instantly flowed through Zhang Yuan's limbs and bones!
On the surface of his skin, a layer of mysterious and profound ice-blue Dao patterns spread out as if they were alive, instantly covering his entire body!

Next breath——

"Buzz!"

Centered on Zhang Yuan's body, the space-time within a three-foot radius seemed to have been plunged into an ice cellar of absolute zero!

A dramatic change has occurred at the rule level!
The torrential rain of blood that poured down from the sky froze in mid-air upon entering this area, like a curtain of suspended, crimson diamond beads reflecting a ghostly light!
The sharp bone spurs that came from all directions seemed to have been paused, frozen menacingly in mid-air.

The dark gray, ferocious sword intent attached to the surface of the bone spur was covered and frozen by a layer of visible dark blue ice crystals, losing all its activity and soul-devouring power!

Countless tangled and writhing decaying bones beneath his feet emitted a dense, ear-piercing "crackling" sound, instantly covering the ground with ice cracks!

Then, like glass struck by a giant hammer, it silently turned into dust!
Within this tiny realm, the flow of time is forcibly distorted and slowed down!

All the rapid attacks from the outside world seemed unusually "slow" in Zhang Yuan's eyes at this moment!
"tread!"

Zhang Yuan took a step forward!
He stepped on the frozen, shattered bone dust!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As he walked forward, the bone spur forest ahead, which appeared "slow and clumsy" under the shroud of "frozen time," was struck by the chaotic true essence flowing around him. Like an ice sculpture wall that had been detonated, it exploded into countless crystalline bone fragments and ice shards!
He was like a god walking through the cracks of time, or a wild dragon that crashed into a spider web, forcefully breaking through countless obstacles in this swamp of death, and tearing open a bloody path of charge!
Wherever it went, there was only a vacuum zone covered by frost and filled with bone meal!

This "Mysterious Yin Prison Suppression" not only cleared a path for him, but also enveloped some of the White Bone Sword Guards who rushed too far ahead into the slowing field, making their movements slightly sluggish!

Just as Zhang Yuan took his first step, the colossal net that contained endless grievances and twisted stigma, composed of hundreds of evil soul bone whips, carrying a filthy will that could shake cause and effect, pierced through the outer influence of the slowing field and devoured Zhang Yuan's brow and heart like a poisonous dragon!

The filthy curse was about to invade Zhang Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness and pollute his Dao foundation and divine soul!
Zhang Yuan remained unmoved, and did not even stop his charge!

Suddenly, the "Soul-Destroying Sword Talisman," which had just been refined from the essence of the Soul-Destroying Sword, burst forth with a dark golden light that was as deep as a hell and incomparably tragic!

It was as if a demonic eye from the deepest abyss had opened between his brows!

"Chaos Refines Myriad Fiends!"

With a command that sounded like the whisper of an ancient demon god, a colossal phantom furnace, burning with chaotic fire and inscribed with the principles of the beginning of heaven and earth, materialized behind Zhang Yuan!
On the furnace wall, ice crystal patterns, burning star cracks, and even newly imprinted evil soul patterns are all in a cycle of birth and death!
The furnace opening transformed into a deep, rotating black vortex, radiating a terrifying suction force!

The Hundred Demonic Soul Bone Whip, which was enough to give even Saint Realm experts a headache and defile all spirits, seemed to be captured by an invisible giant hand the moment it was about to touch Zhang Yuan's soul!

"Ouch - ow -"

Countless wronged souls, resentments, and curses forcibly grafted onto the whip by the "Severing Karma Curse" emitted even more shrill and terrifying screams!
They seemed to have encountered their natural enemy, struggling desperately, but they were completely unable to resist the dual suppression from the chaotic will and the origin of the evil spirit's death energy from a higher level!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The twisted resentment and stigma on the Hundred Paths of Evil Souls Bone Whip, like iron filings attracted by a powerful magnet, transformed into strands of viscous, foul-smelling scarlet-black light. Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, they were brutally pulled into the terrifying vortex of the chaotic furnace!

The chaotic true fire and the evil spirit's death energy surged and clashed within the furnace!
The filthy power containing Xiao Zhengtian's malicious schemes melted and decomposed like ice and snow before the supreme chaotic laws and the pure aura of death, and was refined and transformed!
Just a moment!
"Give it back!"

The furnace roared deafeningly!

The furnace opening suddenly contracted inward, then spewed outward with even greater ferocity!
A malevolent arrow, condensed a hundredfold, fused with the power of chaos and annihilation and the ferocious death aura of evil spirits, and crackling with blood-red lightning, shot out from the furnace!

This arrow was dark red with gold patterns all over, and its speed was beyond the limit of visual detection!

It is no longer a simple curse, but has been endowed with the destructive power of annihilation!

The arrows were not aimed at the whip net itself, but rather at the source of that filthy power, going upstream to strike its true master!
"No—!!! What is this—ah!!!"

High in the sky, amidst the blood-soaked rain, came several sharp, agonizing screams from the cultivators of Zixiao Palace, screams of extreme fear and disbelief, caused by the backlash of their magical power and the locking of their souls, as if their throats were being choked!
Immediately afterwards——

"Snapped!"

“Rumble——!!!”

The giant net of evil soul bone whips, which was set up by Xiao Zhengtian and several elders of Zixiao, suddenly went out of control after losing the support of the core corrupt power!
Like a venomous dragon or python that has broken free of its reins, the hundred chains lashed out wildly and retaliated!

The residual power contained within, along with the forcibly activated death energy of the sword mound, lashed fiercely at the casters themselves and the array's core, which was constructed using secret techniques within a massive mountain of bones!
The screams of the three Purple Cloud Elders came to an abrupt end.

The Bone Whip of Evil Souls, carrying chaotic evil energy and the death intent of the Sword Tomb, swung back like a hundred maddened poisonous dragons, fiercely striking the bone hill where they were hiding!

"Boom—crash!"

The bone mountain, tens of meters high, disintegrated in an instant, collapsing like a sand tower.

The swirling bone dust mixed with the crimson blood rain rose into a cloud of filthy dust, interspersed with a few fragments of Taoist robes and bursting pieces of flesh and blood.

The Ten Thousand Bones Soul Devouring Array trembled violently, and the pervasive malevolent sword intent dissipated like a receding tide.

The ghostly blue soul flames in the eyes of the White Bone Sword Guard leader suddenly solidified!

Ripples spread across the bronze surface of the Mirror of Rebirth, and a pale beam of light pierced through its decaying breastplate armor, precisely locking onto the pitch-black bone armor deeply embedded in the core of the soul fire.

The armor plate was no bigger than the palm of your hand, with jagged edges like fangs and a surface etched with dense, dark red blood patterns.

At this moment, it is frantically tearing and clashing with the black energy spewed out by the Bone-Corroding Sword, and each collision stirs up tiny spatial cracks!

"break!"

The Abyss Sword's edge transformed into a three-colored torrent! The extreme cold of the ice crystals slowed down the black energy, the blazing flames scorched the blood patterns, and the murderous intent struck the armor plate directly like a heavy hammer!

"Crack!"

A piercing, sharp sound echoed through the Skeleton Canyon!
The jet-black bone armor shattered instantly, and spiderweb-like cracks spread across its surface in a flash.

The body of the sword guard leader collapsed with a thud, as if his spine had been removed.

A grayish-white crystal rose from the center of the broken armor and leaped into Zhang Yuan's palm.

The moment the crystal touched my hand, an icy chill penetrated straight to my very soul!
Countless gray-white threads twisted wildly within the crystal, like imprisoned venomous insects, releasing the malevolent essence of a sword that eroded the host's will.

This is precisely the "poisonous blade" that the Cold Bone Fierce Sword used to turn against Bai Qi!
Chaotic true essence flowed at Zhang Yuan's fingertips, crystals hummed and trembled, and gray-white threads resembled venomous snakes raising their heads, their fierce and deadly intent causing fine beads of blood to seep from his palm.

When he touched the largest fragment of bone armor—

"Buzz!"

The fragments suddenly revealed a terrifying illusion.

In the boundless dark void, half of Bai Qi's body had turned into a skeleton, while the remaining flesh and blood of the other half were tightly intertwined with the icy hilt of the Cold Bone Fierce Sword!
The pitch-black sword aura, like a malignant tumor clinging to his spine, gnawed away at strands of golden-red blood energy with each surge.

Bai Qi's single eye was bloodshot and about to burst, while the phantoms of 100,000 military souls behind him roared. Iron-blooded killing intent condensed into crimson chains, and he was locked in a life-or-death struggle with a pair of wills like ice crystal pupils deep in the hilt of his sword!
"The eighth layer... the Frosty Bone Sword Marrow... awaken the true self..."

The fragment emitted a tearing, soul-stirring sound before falling completely silent.

Zhang Yuan's five fingers suddenly tightened!

The sharp edge of the bone pierced his palm, and blood mixed with ice shards dripped down.

At the end of the Bone Mountain Range ahead, a dark vortex surged endlessly, like the throat of a giant beast swallowing the sky.

On the edge of the Yuanyue Sword, the Soul-Slaying Sword Talisman flickered violently, intertwining with the cold, deathly gaze from the depths of the vortex.

The true form of the Bone Demon Sword is awakening at the bottom of the abyss!

“The real source of the backlash…” Zhang Yuan’s sword ripped through the crimson rain curtain, pointing directly at the entrance to the eighth floor.

Behind him, three thousand sword cultivators leaned on their swords, their blood-stained armor clanging like thunder!

Wu Daoling took a half step forward, his black iron boots crushing the ribcage beneath his feet, and roared, "Yongtian Xuan Armor—!"

"exist!"

Swords and halberds clashed against bones like a forest, and a fierce, bloodthirsty aura soared into the sky, tearing a blank passageway through the pouring rain of blood.

"Tread on bones—"

"Enter the Abyss!"

The roar of the three armies shook the canyon, and the remaining white bone sword guards crumbled inch by inch under the onslaught of the baleful aura!

Zhang Yuan's black robe billowed, transforming into a three-colored stream of light, and he was the first to crash into the all-consuming dark vortex.

Head straight to the eighth level of the Sword Tomb!
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At the entrance to the eighth level of the Sword Tomb, the all-consuming dark vortex resembled a gigantic maw ready to devour anyone.

The earth-shattering battles of the past were replaced the moment they stepped into this place by a more magnificent stillness and sharpness.

The space shifted, and before the dizziness had subsided, a chilling, murderous sword aura rushed towards them!

What unfolded before everyone's eyes was a true ancient battlefield.

Beneath their feet lay a viscous pool of dark red, almost black blood, boundless and covering hundreds of miles. The blood pool was not calm; within it churned the wails of countless vengeful spirits, forming substantial waves of blood.

In the center and around the blood pool, four giant swords, reaching to the sky and standing upright, stand like the spine supporting the heavens and the earth, or like a guillotine slaughtering all living beings!

Zhu Xian, Lu Xian, Xian Xian, Jue Xian!
The names of the Four Swords are ancient and weathered, yet they exude a primal killing intent that chills even the most sacred realms.

The massive sword was simple and unadorned, yet it contained the murderous aura accumulated over countless eras.

The crimson blood droplets that dripped from the blade crashed into the blood pool, creating towering waves that transformed into ferocious, roaring blood dragons that raged and thrashed about in the pool.

Above the entire blood pool, a massive array covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles slowly rotated.

The array pattern is intricate and profound, flowing with a blend of dark gold and blood-red light. Its core nodes flicker like stars, and are the heart and hub of the entire ancient killing array.

The residual power emanating from the array alone caused space to continuously distort and collapse, groaning under its unbearable burden.

"Puff! Puff!"

Zhang Yuan and his group were not the only ones at the edge of the blood pool.

The remaining survivors broke through the seventh layer of barriers and fell down, but most of them stopped there.

As they gazed upon this horrifying sight and felt the overwhelming power of the Immortal-Slaying Sword Intent that seemed to freeze their souls and tear their flesh apart, their faces lost all trace of the greed they once had for seeking opportunities, replaced only by boundless fear and despair.

"This...this is a desperate situation! It's beyond human resistance!"

An elder from a major sect in Yangtianzhou stared in horror at the blood dragon that had just unleashed a massive wave in the blood pool, and took a step back without hesitation.

His body glowed with light, desperately resisting the repulsive force of the entrance, refusing to advance even an inch further.

"Go! Go back! This place is a deadly infernal formation; anyone who enters will die!"

Several experts from the Myriad Tribulations Talisman Sect were so frightened that they crushed their life-saving talismans and tried to escape as streaks of light, but they were bounced back by an invisible spatial barrier, leaving behind a mess of bloodstains at the edge of the blood pool.

"Senior Brother Zhang..."

Zhou Yang of the Qingyue Sword Sect clutched his bloodied severed arm, gazing at Zhang Yuan's javelin-like straight back before him, then at the world-destroying scene. A battle of wills raged within him. Finally, he gritted his teeth, trembling as he stopped at the edge of the blood pool, his eyes filled with both resentment and deep awe.

Not everyone backed down.

"Hahaha! The burial ground is also the path to heaven! I'm off!"

A burst of wild laughter erupted, and a crimson sword light, as red as fire, resolutely rushed into the depths of blood. It was a Supreme Elder of Heavenly Fire Valley, whose aura had reached the half-step Saint Realm!

Following closely behind, the Holy Son of Taixu Sword Pavilion, with a cold and resolute gaze, remained silent and merged with his sword, following closely behind.

More than a dozen rogue cultivators, some with powerful auras and others with strange and unpredictable characteristics, roared and pounced on the core light of the array diagram with a final, crazed gamble in their eyes.

The true final battle will unfold only within the hundred-mile-long battle formation! (End of Chapter)