Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

The Ninth Reincarnation King was quite regretful at this time.

It never expected that the human race would cooperate so closely with the underworld, and that the human race would actually help through the Sky Patrol Treasure.

It never expected that this was not a joint effort between the human race and the underworld.

This is merely a means within the authority of the king alone.

The only reason he summoned the celestial patrol treasure to strike this place was that the mansion was something he had acquired through gifts, ancient methods, and his own abilities.

Anyone who tries to seize his mansion is his enemy.

And he, given the ability, would certainly strike the enemy.

The attack using the [Sky-Patrolling Treasure] is the weakest of the three attack methods he currently has at his disposal.

"If the [Sky Patrol Treasure] can't handle them, I'll use the [Drowning Dao Court] once a year to strike them down."

"If the minotaurs and newly emerged demons of the [Drowning Dao Court] can withstand the attack from the [Drowning Dao Court], then I will turn around and return to the present world without saying another word."

As for the attack on the [World Dao Court], he would never use it rashly.

The once-in-ten-thousand-years [Celestial Court of the World] is definitely more valuable than the [Celestial Treasure] or the [Drowning Court of the World].

That was his last resort to save his life.

call out!call out!call out!

The bronze ship descended from the sky, seemingly leaping through the air.

The serpentine beauty at the bow of the ship opened her eyes:

The next instant, the air in front of them cracked like shattered glass.

call out!

The bronze ship continued its descent, passing through the cracked air.

Behind it, the cracked air began to burn, like a net of fire, enveloping the sky above City 95.

call out!

call out!

call out!

In the eyes of the Beggar Army's generals, the Minotaur, the Lesser Demon God, and even all the powerful figures number 95:

The bronze ship left trails of afterimages in the air; each afterimage drew ever closer to City 95.

It might be a moment, an hour, or a hundred years.

The bronze ship landed.

The entire city of 95 was silent.

The ghosts and gods soaring and fleeing in the sky were frozen in place, the twisted creatures in the alleys were frozen in place, and even the powerful beings in the sewers were frozen in place by the celestial patrol artifact.

Only a few powerful individuals, by cautiously releasing twelfth-tier magic treasures, can still protect themselves.

As for whether they could survive the next blow, even these powerful individuals were not confident.

They dared not escape, nor even move.

They were afraid of attracting the unconscious attack of this celestial patrol treasure.

at this time:

A piece of information flashed through Wang Quan's mind:

[The Sky-Patrolling Treasure is in position for strikes—Minimum strike range: one-third of the city; Maximum strike range: the entire city.]

Please select the area to target.

A map of City 95 appeared in Wang Quan's mind:

The map shows the area where the Beggars' Army was located.

Even the smallest area of ​​attack can easily cover the area where they are located.

what is interesting:

He can even strike hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of small strongholds at the same time; or even target a single member of the Beggars' Army.

He took a deep breath, his thoughts racing: [Execute a minimum-area strike]

[Strike – Begin!]

The next breath:

Wang Quan then saw the bronze ship's oars, which resembled cicada wings, trembling.

flap!

The first pair of oars shook.

flap!

The second pair of oars is shaking!

flap....

The third pair...

Fluttering, fluttering, fluttering...

In the blink of an eye, 365 pairs of oars shook in succession.

In the next instant, the bronze ship soared into the sky.

call out!call out!call out!

Beneath the vast sky, the remaining remnants of the bronze ship vanished one by one.

The sky full of fire nets and fiery dragons also disappeared one by one.

Finally, as if time had reversed, the bronze ship transformed into a beam of light that soared into the sky and escaped the underworld.

The instant it left the underworld, a line of information appeared in Wang Quan's mind:

[Strike - Over!]

Wang Quan was stunned: "That's it?"

"What about a blow?"

"Why can't I see it?"

He was bewildered.

Ruo Jinghong and the others were even more bewildered.

Yes, where is the blow?

There was no thunder and fire, no raging wind and rain, and no pitiful wails. Was it really over?

At this moment, the consciousness of the Ninth Reincarnation King sighed, "As expected of the [Celestial Patrol Treasure], its power is far more terrifying than a simple twelfth-tier treasure."

"What a pity, we should have been able to take City 95."

"pity....."

The consciousness of the Ninth Reincarnation King began to dissipate.

However, this was not something he deliberately dissipated; rather, in a very instant, his consciousness was sliced ​​into 3.65 million pieces by the oars of the bronze ship.

Consciousness is so shattered that it is destined to dissipate.

Just as his consciousness faded, his physical body sent down another wisp of consciousness.

This consciousness emerged from the body of a bull-headed giant and rose infinitely higher.

He wanted to observe the techniques of this [Sky-Patrolling Treasure] so that he could prepare in advance if he encountered it again.

However, the moment the Ninth Reincarnation King's consciousness emerged from the Minotaur's body, it was also sliced ​​into 3.65 million parts by the remaining power of the [Sky-Patrolling Treasure] within the Minotaur's body.

"Is the primary power of this [Celestial Patrol Treasure] for cutting and slicing?"

The second consciousness of the Ninth Reincarnation King shattered once again.

At that moment, he saw the frozen city of No. 95 come to life.

In an instant, the monsters within a third of the attack range either ran away, soared, or roared.

It was as if nothing had happened.

However:

The Minotaur and the smaller demons howled and wailed.

Their mournful cries echoed between heaven and earth.

Then, streaks of light, like cicada wings, appeared on their bodies.

The blades flashed brilliantly, spewing out 3.65 million beams from their bodies.

Their flesh, bones, blood vessels, and consciousness were scattered and dissipated with the spray of the blade.

at this time:

Within one-third of the absolute strike range, whether it was ghosts, spirits who walk the underworld, smuggled spirits, or descendants of ghosts and gods, or the ghosts and gods themselves, they were all cut into 3.65 million pieces.

The underground, the alleys, the courtyards, and even the twelfth-tier magic treasures were all cut into 3.65 million pieces.

There were cries of ghosts and spirits as they forcibly activated the damaged magical artifact to stitch up the wound.

However... their magical power and thoughts were divided into 3.65 million parts.

Their thoughts and magical powers operated intermittently and chaotically.

They are even unable to think clearly anymore.

"Since it's come to this, might as well just die!"

These ghosts and spirits glanced at the world with lingering affection, then unleashed a burst of sword light from their bodies and vanished into nothingness.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

One by one, the magical artifacts hidden in the sky, on the earth, and even in the corners of rooftops, shattered and turned to ashes without a sound.

The secrets they guarded, their lofty ambitions to soar to the heavens and deliver a decisive blow—all vanished silently under the attack of the [Sky Patrol Treasure].

Magical artifacts and spirits vanished.

Next came the other powerful individuals.

The stronger you are, the faster you die.

Whoosh!

After the Minotaur and the smaller demons collapsed and disappeared, the monsters and their descendants in one-third of the area were left bewildered and terrified.

High in the sky, the general, hands behind his back, watched the beams of light emanating from his body and suddenly laughed: "That's fucking ridiculous!"

"I don't even know how I died!"

"Heh... I'll never come back to this lousy place again in my next life!"

At this moment, it saw that within one-third of the area of ​​City 95, all the running ghosts, monsters, and descendants of gods and spirits emitted bursts of energy from their bodies, and then... disappeared.

Points of white light shot into the sky, like pillars of light, heading straight for the moon in the underworld.

At this moment, some veteran indigenous spirits knew that the aftershocks of the [Sky-Patrolling Treasure] strike were about to unleash their full power.

They didn't run away, because they couldn't escape.