The world is like a prison, my body is holy

"I knew it……"

Wang Wen wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and gazed at the strange and grotesque demons wreaking havoc on the main battlefield in the distance. The soaring demonic energy was like raging flames burning mountains, illuminating a large part of the gloomy sky like fiery clouds.

'I knew it! The Heavenly Dao Lord dared to go this far; he must have a backup plan!'

He roared inwardly with a mixture of surprise and joy, feeling as if the future, which was visible to the naked eye, was finally no longer pitch black, and his weary body regained some strength.

He turned around, raised his spear, and charged once again at the flashing black scythe.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

Amidst the deafening clang of metal clashing, Wang Wen thrust out 100,000 times, exerting all his strength to break down and annihilate the terrifying energy of the black scythe. The remaining force, guided by him, surged into the sky, tearing through space.

The raging void currents surged down like a celestial river overturning a waterfall, burying dozens of miles of yellow sand, and the sky rose three zhang high.

Bathed in the chaotic void, Wang Wen gritted his teeth and withstood the attacks of the black scythe. He swung the Dragon Gallant Spring Spear like a windmill, using the force of a tornado destroying a parking lot to frantically suppress the pale hand wielding the black scythe, forcefully pushing it towards the dimensional passage.

time is limited……

He had to drive the power of the Undead Monarch out of the Great Zhou World and close the dimensional portal before those great demons and monsters finished slaughtering the army of the undead.

Otherwise, this undead lord might very well take advantage of the "laws of the undead" sacrificed by this wave of undead armies to descend upon the Great Zhou world in its true form.

Although the Heavenly Dao Lord could not possibly digest such a massive "Law of the Dead" in a short time, the arrival of the true form of the Undead Monarch in the Great Zhou World was a foregone conclusion!

Even if it can only postpone the arrival of the true form of the Undead Lord by ten or fifteen days, it would still be a good thing!
Every day that can be postponed increases the chances of victory for the Great Zhou World.

Every day that can be postponed means one more day for the people of Great Zhou to live...

"Ah ah ah..."

Wang Wen roared wildly, his hair disheveled, and with his remaining strength, he thrust and smashed his spear. A huge millstone with a dark yellow base and a sky-blue top descended from the sky, suppressing the pale hand wielding the scythe and grinding it away. Wisps of gray mist flowed out like toothpaste, surging into Wang Wen's body to replenish his depleted magical power.

He gritted his teeth and desperately tried to maintain the millstone and suppress the pale hand.

However, it only lasted for less than ten breaths before a loud "bang" was heard, and the millstone shattered, revealing a pale, unharmed hand inside.

Exhausted, Wang Wen was thrown back hundreds of feet by the aftershock. His face flushed, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood. His body went limp, and he almost lost his balance and fell...

This move, Heavenly Annihilation, is his strongest move, created by him using the power of Yin and Yang to generate and restrain each other, and drawing on the power of heavenly punishment and earthly disaster. It can not only obliterate flesh and blood, but also obliterate energy attacks. It can also break down the energy of all things that have been arranged and combined, and restore it to the most original and purest energy to make up for his consumption. It is undeniably powerful.

Unfortunately, the Undead Lord's energy level is too high. His current level of the Heavenly Annihilation Millstone cannot grind it down, it simply cannot grind it down!

At this moment, he was still exhausted, and his powerful magical abilities had vanished.

He desperately needed to rest and catch his breath.

But the increasingly unrestrained powerful demons and monsters on the main battlefield, and the gradually thinning sea of ​​the undead, kept telling him...

No time!
Time is really running out...

He could only muster his remaining strength and shout once more, "Heaven and Earth are boundless, the universe borrows its power!"

The sparse primordial energy of heaven and earth within a thousand miles surged toward him at his command, whipping his disheveled hair and tattered robes into a fluttering dance.

He opened his mouth and inhaled the solidified primordial energy of heaven and earth as if smoking, regaining some of his strength. While constantly dodging the storm of black scythes, he raised his spear to the sky and shouted swiftly, "Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, with all my might, I respectfully beseech the Great Lord of Heaven to descend with divine might, protect my heaven and earth... and slay the demons!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his spear down, pointing it at the pale hand ten miles away.

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"Click..."

A deafening thunderclap rang out, and the gloomy sky was illuminated by a massive, blinding thunderstorm.

Amidst the dazzling light, a purple lightning dragon descended from the center of the brilliant thunderstorm, meandering towards the pale hand gripping a black scythe.

Time seemed to slow down a thousand times over at this moment, so slow that Wang Wen could clearly see the scales, claws, whiskers, and horns of the thunder dragon. Even the movements of that pale hand seemed to slow down a thousand times over, and even the way it swung the black scythe became stiff and sluggish...

"boom!"

The Thunder Dragon struck the pale hand precisely, unleashing another burst of light even more dazzling than the thunderstorm in the sky. The violent residual force of the lightning whipped up countless huge pebbles that flew through the air like sand, making it difficult for Wang Wen to even stand steadily in mid-air...

"call……"

The residual force, carrying a shockwave, swept across the entire battlefield in the blink of an eye. Hundreds of thousands of high- and mid-level undead soldiers were swept away by the thunderous residual force, like sand sculptures in a torrent, instantly dissipating with the wind.

Even those towering demons and monsters, as majestic as mountains, were sent flying several miles away by the residual force of the thunder, as if they had been kicked like a ball...

"Boom, bang, bang..."

Wang Wen tumbled and crashed backward for four or five miles through the yellow sand before he could barely regain his footing.

Once Fang Yi steadied himself, he disregarded the surging blood in his chest and leaped into the air again, gazing intently at the other side of the dimensional passage.

The place where the pale giant hand had just floated had now become a sinkhole several miles wide and bottomless, and the dimensional passage that had previously accommodated a million undead soldiers had also disappeared.

"Great value for money, great value for money..."

He murmured in a daze, a smile slowly creeping from the corners of his mouth to the corners of his eyes, then taking over his entire tired and weathered face: "We won, we won!"

He raised his bent, mottled silver spear high and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Wow, we won!"

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust of Zhenyuan Pass, a million Yin-Yang warriors, upon hearing his shouts, mustered their remaining strength and roared and howled with all their might, echoing his cries from afar.

When a person is exhausted, they no longer have the strength to speak.

Unless I can't help it...

After half a month of bloody battle, all the soldiers inside Zhenyuan Pass, whether human, ghost or demon, had the same thought echoing in their hearts countless times: This time, I'm afraid we can't hold them off!
God knows how they encouraged and convinced themselves, gritted their teeth, and endured wave after wave of seemingly endless attacks from the army of more than five million undead!
Someone once said that there is only one true heroism in the world: to see life as it is and still love it.

The million soldiers inside Zhenyuan Pass are all heroes!
Amidst his desperate shouts, Wang Wen's gaze inadvertently drifted towards the sinkhole.

That one glance froze the smile lines at the corners of his eyes, and even the deafening shouts around him fell silent for a moment.

He heard his own long sigh, so long that he could hear the air moving inside his chest...

"It still didn't stop it!"

He muttered to himself in a bitter, low voice.

Above the enormous sinkhole stood a tall, handsome figure with a face as pale as paper, armor as black as ink, and a black and white bone crown on his head.

And that black scythe, which he had been unable to defeat even with all his strength, was now quietly held in his hand.

That tall, slender figure simply stood there quietly, doing nothing, yet he gave people a sense of deathly stillness, as if all the vibrant colors in the world had been turned into a black and white photograph because of him.

Seemingly sensing the deathly silence, the deafening cheers from Zhenyuan Pass gradually subsided, and one after another, figures, some with an air of otherworldly grace and others with imposing stature, rose into the air and silently stood behind Wang Wen.

“In every plane of existence, there are ants like you who think themselves brave, but the outcome will never change because of ants like you.”

The black-and-white figure did not speak, but a voice as elegant and timeless as a lament resounded in the ears of the many great cultivators and demons, led by Wang Wen: "Now, kneel before me, serve me as your master, and I will bestow upon you the glory to witness with me the end of the three thousand planes!"

"If you resist to the very end, I will grant you all eternal death!" Wang Wen tilted his head and stared at Him, his eyes surging with intense emotions.

He smirked, a smile creeping onto his lips once more. He turned to look at the many powerful cultivators and demons behind him, his smile widening: "Hehehe, he's ordering us to surrender, hahaha, he's ordering us to surrender."

The low chuckle turned into a hysterical roar, his eyes filled with a fierce and arrogant arrogance, just like that young Lingtai Lang from Yangzhou who once raised his mulberry wood spear and charged into the demon realm.

"Hahaha……"

Many powerful cultivators and demons burst into laughter.

Some people laughed with tears in their eyes.

Some people were laughing so hard they were shaking all over.

Even ants try to survive.

But there are always things more important than survival...

Master Hunkun, head held high and chest puffed out, gracefully surpassed Wang Wen and waved to him with an air of nonchalance, saying, "Junior brother, in this round, I'll go first!"

"Hahaha, Brother Liu, let's go together, let's go together..."

Jin Ping Zhenren laughed and followed Hun Kun Zhenren. A clear light floated on the surface of their bodies, and Daoist charm flowed around them.

Those familiar with the Xuanmen (mystical arts) cultivators know that this is a sign of self-destruction...

"Amitabha!"

With a Buddhist chant, four Arhats in flowing white robes followed the two pillars of the Xuanmen sect at a leisurely pace: "Fellow Daoists, in this duel, please forgive our Buddhist teachings for not allowing the Xuanmen sect to have all the credit."

The four Arhats, with their hands clasped together and silently reciting the Diamond Sutra, had strands of dark golden, viscous liquid flowing between their fingers—the blood of the Arhats.

Legend has it that the blood of an Arhat can vanquish all demons and monsters in the world.

"General, this humble servant is leaving..."

Zhi Baiqing sighed deeply, surpassing Wang Wen, and muttered to himself, "What a pity, we still couldn't save my father!"

As soon as it moved, many powerful demons and monsters with fierce demonic energy, as intense as raging flames, silently followed it.

Clearly, this old guy isn't some kind of honest corpse...

"Hahaha, you guys want to rebel!"

Wang Wen laughed maniacally, and a layer of blood flames slowly rose from his body, spreading all the way to the silver spear in his hand.

The bent and mottled silver spear straightened with a clang, its shaft gleaming brilliantly...

He cultivated the path of physical immortality, and all kinds of wonderful methods and supernatural powers were returned to the physical body.

His life essence is both the essence of his energy and his strongest magic weapon and technique.

He raised his gun and leaped up, transforming into a streak of blood-red light as he overtook the car on the bend, charging ahead of the black-and-white figure.

"kill!"

With a furious roar, the Great Cultivator and the Great Demon rose up in unison, attacking the black and white figure from all directions.

The black-and-white figure remained motionless, its gaze sweeping around calmly and disdainfully before slowly lowering its eyelids.

Without any visible movement from Him, a gray halo seemed to ripple out from beneath His feet, and wherever the gray halo passed, everything turned into black and white.

As soon as Wang Wen, who was at the forefront, entered the black and white domain, the blood flames protecting him suddenly went out, and his flesh and blood disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, exposing his bare white bones.

It should be noted that his physical strength is already sufficient to withstand the attacks of low-level immortal artifacts!
Within the black-and-white realm of the black-and-white figures, they couldn't even withstand it for a second...

If even he is so pathetic, then the people behind him, such as Master Hunkun and Daoist Jinping, must be even more pathetic.

Following closely behind him, the Hunkun True Man was washed away by the black and white domain. His earth immortal body, which had been tempered by the tribulations between immortals and mortals, turned into a white skeleton. His pure yang primordial spirit, which should have left his body after the body collapsed, not only failed to leave his body, but was instead imprisoned inside the skeleton.

"Boom."

The next second, two cold, eerie flames of the soul ignited in the eye sockets of the Hunkun Master.

"Junior brother..."

He opened and closed his skeletal jaw, his divine sense trembling: "Kill me!"

Wang Wen's divine sense saw the situation behind him, and he howled in despair and madness. Instead of retreating, he advanced and used all his strength to stab the black and white figure that was close at hand with his spear.

"Ding!"

The black-and-white figure slowly extended a finger, blocking the tip of the silver spear.

Wang Wen stared directly into His icy blue eyes. Two balls of blood flame erupted again from the eye sockets of His rapidly disappearing flesh and blood, and a heaven-destroying millstone suddenly burst forth from the tip of His spear.

The black-and-white figure's withered white hair fluttered slightly, and the corners of its thin lips slowly curled up as it whispered, "Ants!"

Just as Wang Wen's mind was filled with death and intense resentment and anger...

Suddenly, a clear, aloof, and seemingly mocking voice echoed throughout the black and white realm.

"Who are you calling an ant?"

The black-and-white figure was shocked and suddenly raised its eyes, only to see a silver-white streak of light shooting in from the southwest like a rainbow piercing the sun.

"No!"

He desperately tried to dodge, filled with shock and anger, but his body was as stiff and heavy as the lowest level of zombie. He couldn't move even a finger no matter how hard he tried, and could only watch helplessly as the silvery-white light descended from the sky and landed on him.

"Pfft."

The black and white figure split in two at the center of its forehead, turning into two corpses that fell into the sinkhole, and the terrifying black and white domain collapsed.

A silvery-white stream of light shone on the edge of the sinkhole, transforming into a magnificent three-pointed, double-edged sword that trembled slightly before slowly fading and dissipating.

At the right time, at the mouth of the Guanjiang River in Sichuan, at the entrance of Erlang Temple.

A dashing young man with an imposing presence stretched lazily amidst the throng of worshippers, yet none of the passing worshippers noticed him; some even walked right through him.

"This little guy is not bad..."

He smiled and muttered to himself, "He has a bit of my former style!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the valiant young man transformed into countless firefly-like specks of light and vanished in the wind.

……

"Click."

Purple lightning ripped through the dark sky above the Forsaken Land, a sky that had been shrouded in the clouds of the dead for eighteen years.

(The End) (End of Chapter)