Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

Seven swords stood side by side, forming a profound formation, their sword intents intertwined, enveloping the entire Qingyun Mountain Range.

"Buzzing..."

The air began to vibrate.

No, the entire world was trembling!

Countless tiny, seven-colored sword energies appeared out of thin air, initially just scattered specks.

In the blink of an eye, it densely covered the sky.

Sword energy crisscrossed, weaving a vast net covering thousands of miles.

Each sword aura was incredibly sharp, radiating an awe-inspiring righteousness that could annihilate all evil.

"The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!"

An elder of the Qingyun Sect was moved to tears.

"It's the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation! The great mountain-suppressing formation of my Qingyun Sect, passed down for thousands of years!"

"It is said that Dao Xuan Zhenren spent decades improving this formation, incorporating the strengths of all righteous paths in the world. Having witnessed it today, I can die without regret!"

"With the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation unleashed, all demons and monsters will be slain!"

Cheers and shouts erupted from the alliance camp.

This is not only the glory of Qingyun Sect, but also the spiritual pillar of all cultivators.

Despite the invasion of the demon realm, humanity still has trump cards up its sleeve!

The Bat-Winged Demon King frowned, a sense of crisis almost tangible in his heart. Without further hesitation, he roared:

"All demon soldiers, heed my command—Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The million-strong demon army roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Despite feeling fear towards the sky full of sword energy.

But under the Demon King's oppressive aura and the ironclad laws of the Demon Realm, the black tide still surged toward Qingyun Mountain.

Wan Jianyi's face was as pale as paper, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Only he himself knew the immense spiritual power and divine sense required to manipulate this formation.

The Zhuxian Sword Formation has been improved by Dao Xuan, and its power has increased many times over.

However, the requirements for the host have also increased accordingly.

With his abilities, he can only end this quickly!

The Zhuxian Ancient Sword thrust forward.

The movements are simple and unpretentious.

But the thousand-foot-long, seven-colored giant sword atop Tongtian Peak moved accordingly.

"Buzz—Boom!!!"

The moment the giant sword moved, space was torn open with dark cracks.

The piercing sound of the sword was no longer just a sound, but a shock that struck the very soul.

The demon soldiers in the front row clutched their heads and screamed in agony, bleeding from their seven orifices. Those with slightly weaker cultivation were instantly annihilated.

Wherever the seven-colored giant sword passed, thousands of sword energies followed like swarms of bees leaving their nest.

The demonic soldiers they encountered, whether low-ranking demon soldiers or demon generals.

All of them melted instantly, like ice and snow meeting the sun.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of demon soldiers vanished into thin air.

The giant sword had reached a demon king—a one-horned demon king, known in the demon realm for his formidable defense.

For the first time, fear appeared on the face of the One-Horned Demon King.

Because he discovered that he couldn't escape!

The giant sword had locked onto his vital energy, sealing off all escape routes.

"roar!!!"

At the critical moment of life and death, the Demon King unleashed his full potential.

The demonic energy accumulated over a thousand years of arduous cultivation poured out without reservation.

It transformed into a deep black ocean of demonic energy, heading towards the seven-colored giant sword.

Hit.

There was no sound—or rather, the sound was too loud, beyond the limits of human hearing.

All that everyone could see was the point of impact.

Concentric, tangible ripples spread outwards.

Wherever the ripples passed, mountains collapsed and the earth cracked.

Tens of thousands of demon soldiers were drawn into this battle that was beyond their level, and before they could even scream, they were turned into dust.

"ah--!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream finally rang out, accompanied by the clearly audible sound of flesh and bone tearing apart.

The seven-colored giant sword pierced through the ocean of demonic energy, and also through the demonic body that the One-Horned Demon King was so proud of.

Demonic blood cascaded down like a waterfall, sprinkling across the sky.

A demon king has fallen.

Quiet.

A brief silence fell over the battlefield.

Succubus, Crimson Demon King... all the powerful beings of the demon realm.

They all involuntarily shivered.

They looked at the six giant swords hanging on the Seven Peaks of Qingyun—no, now there are only five left.

But each one exudes a chilling killing intent.

Southern Xinjiang, the Demon-Suppressing Ancient Cave.

The Beast God leaned back on his throne, with a water mirror floating in front of him, reflecting the scene of the Qingyun battlefield.

A hint of surprise flashed across his handsome, otherworldly face.

"The Immortal Execution Sword..." the Beast God murmured to himself.

"Dao Xuan, oh Dao Xuan, how dare you leave your natal divine weapon in the mortal realm and fight Chonglou by yourself."

That confidence is truly astonishing.

The brief silence of Qingyun Mountain was broken.

"He can't last more than a few strikes!"

Although the Bull Horned Demon King was entangled in a battle with the Tai Chi diagram, he was still distracted and shouted loudly.

"Kill them all! Raze Qingyun to the ground, leave no one alive!"

All eyes were on Wan Jianyi.

His face was ashen, his right hand holding the sword trembled violently, and his body swayed as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

The Zhuxian Sword still exuded a chilling sword intent, but everyone could see that Wan Jianyi was already at his limit.

The morale of the demon army has improved slightly.

"Killing you all is enough."

Wan Jianyi's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

He straightened his spine and channeled the last bit of spiritual energy within his body.

Along with his essence and blood, he poured it all into the Zhuxian Sword.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

Dragon Head Peak and Great Bamboo Peak, two giant seven-colored swords, moved simultaneously.

One sword was pointed at the Bull Horned Demon King, and the other at the Bat Winged Demon King.

The two demon kings were instantly annihilated.

escape!

That was their only thought. The One-Horned Demon King was stronger than them.

They all met their end in death and vanished; how could they possibly survive?

But once the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation has locked on, how can it be allowed to escape?

"No--!!!"

The Bull-Horned Demon King roared madly, and its two horns erupted with destructive black light.

Trying to make a last-ditch effort.

The Bat-Winged Demon King folded its wings, transforming them into the strongest shield, with layers of magical runes shining brightly.

late.

Two giant swords, one on the left and one on the right, pierced through the battlefield.

This time, there was no earth-shattering collision—because the gap between the two sides was too great.

Where the giant sword passed, demonic energy dissipated, scales shattered, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"ah--!!!"

The screams were ten times more agonizing than before.

The two demon kings were torn apart by countless sword energies, their demonic bodies shattering inch by inch.

Even the demonic soul was annihilated by the sword intent, truly a complete destruction of both body and soul.

Three swords, three demon kings fell.

The alliance was in an uproar, while the demon army trembled with fear.

Wan Jianyi could no longer hold on, and with a sway, he fell from the clouds.

"Senior brother!"

"Elder Wan!"

Tian Buyi, Cangsong, Shuiyue, and other Qingyun elders flew over and caught Wan Jianyi.

The moment they touched it, everyone's hearts sank.

Wan Jianyi's internal meridians were severed, his spiritual power was exhausted, and his primordial spirit was dim; he was on the verge of death.

"I... overestimated myself." Wan Jianyi coughed up a mouthful of blood and said with a bitter smile.

"My senior brother, the sect leader, entrusted me with this important task... and I have ultimately... failed him..."

Everyone fell silent.

The Zhuxian Sword of today is no longer the same as it was before.

After a century of nurturing and refining by Dao Xuan, this sword has undergone a fundamental transformation.

Furthermore, he was in perfect harmony with Dao Xuan's mind.

Although Dao Xuan allowed Wan Jianyi to temporarily take control, the gap between their realms was too great. Wan Jianyi was already risking his life to be able to wield three swords.

The Zhuxian Sword Formation mobilizes the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the evil energy of the earth veins, and even the Daoist principles left by ancestors of Qingyun Mountain over thousands of years.

This power was as vast as the sea, and Wan Jianyi wielded it with his mortal body.

Like a child wielding a massive hammer, one injures oneself before injuring the enemy.