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Zhu Moye's long sword pierced the sky, and the power of faith from all over the world gathered into a river, falling from the sky, like the Milky Way tilting, pouring from the sky into the long sword held in Zhu Moye's hand.

"Let's lend a hand to the Emperor and slay the demons!"

"Master Human Emperor, I will also lend you a helping hand!"

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens like rolling thunder. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers closed their eyes and silently chanted Zhu Moye's name. Millions of powerful faith powers emerged from their bodies, and each of their facial masks radiated white light, converging into a small river of faith that flew towards Zhu Moye.

River of Faith!

Hundreds of thousands of believers’ Facebook faces have come together to form a huge force of faith!

Everywhere was dyed by the white power of faith and fell into a sea of ​​light!

The power of faith!

The power of the people of the world!

……

"What kind of power is this? The power of faith?!"

The evil cultivator flew out of the deep pit and found himself surrounded by a holy white light… He gazed into the distance and saw Zhu Moye in the distance. His pupils shrank as he smelled a whiff of danger. He exclaimed in astonishment, “How can he borrow power? Damn it, little bug!”

call out!

The evil cultivator roared and flew towards Zhu Moye with all his strength. He swung the black ancient sword and released a black sword energy, which was so powerful that a huge gash was cut in the sky, and it was cut from top to bottom.

"Stop!"

Zhu Moye also noticed the evil cultivator's attack. He used his imperial power, gathered his true energy, and roared, "Stop!"

Buzz!

The evil cultivator froze, his ears buzzing, his internal organs rupturing, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, his attack also stopped, as if stuck in mid-air.

Emperor's Sword!

The sword of the princes!

Sword of All Beings!

Three Swords to Kill Gods!

Kill the evil spirits and demons!

Chapter 455 Evil Thoughts vs. Faith

Boom boom boom!

The power of billions of beliefs comes together, and the strength increases dramatically!

The sky is holy white, and the sky and the earth change color!

Zhu Moye gripped the hilt tightly and let out a proud laugh. A terrifying aura pierced the sky, splitting the heavens in two. At the same time, the sword in his hand emanated a white power of faith, staining the shattered space around it white. Everywhere he looked, a dazzling white light shone, like the blazing sun at the center of the sky, emitting a terrifying light and power.

"Damn little bug!"

The evil cultivator's face changed drastically, and a terrifying black energy emerged from his body, breaking through the constraints of Zhu Moye's imperial power and regaining control of his body. The black sword energy chopped down heavily.

But it was broken by the power of billions of faiths and shattered into pieces!

"Oops!"

The evil cultivator's pupils shrank, and he said in astonishment, "What a terrifying power of faith!"

call out!

Before he could stop Zhu Moye's ultimate move, the long sword trembled violently. Every time the sword trembled, the space in the sky and around Zhu Moye distorted, revealing black whirlpools, as if the slightest movement could shatter the surrounding space.

There was a deafening and soul-stirring sound of sword, and the sword energy rushed straight into the sky, cutting through the sky and tearing apart the sea of ​​white clouds in the boundless sky, revealing a sky filled with red, white, black, and various energies.

At this moment, time seemed to stop, and the entire sky was divided into two halves by this sword energy.

Zhu Moye held the long sword in his hand, his eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashed in them, and he sneered, "You've only just realized it now, but it's already too late, villain! I don't believe that the Three God-Slaying Swords, which condense the power of the faith of hundreds of millions of believers, can't kill you?!"

"Three Swords of God-Slaying, kill them!"

An angry roar resounded throughout the world. Zhu Moye grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and swung it downwards with all his strength, swinging the three most powerful swords that condensed the power of billions of faiths at the evil cultivator.

Three Swords of God-Slaying, kill, kill!

Rumble!

It was like a divine sword descending to the world, shaking the heavens and the earth. Three huge sword beams stretched across the north and south, immeasurable in size, filled with the roars of billions of creatures.

Before the sword light was struck, the whole space was filled with lightning and thunder, and the wind howled. With the wind and rain combined, huge cracks appeared in the ground below again, and a large amount of groundwater gushed out. In just a moment, it turned into a vast swamp, which was extremely terrifying.

Under this overwhelming tide of public opinion, the evil cultivator felt that he was so insignificant, like a speck of dust in the world. At this moment, he was helpless and could only watch the Sword of the Emperor, the Sword of the Princes, and the Sword of All Living Beings chopping down.

Am I going to die?

The evil cultivator stared in astonishment at the Tianzi Sword that had charged forward first, a wave of resentment welling up within him. Was his life about to end in this world? He refused to resign himself. I hadn't yet fulfilled my dream. He was just a mere Jindan realm expert. Why was he more powerful than me? My foundation was stronger than his, my realm was higher... Why? I didn't disappoint you, wicked heaven. Why was he stronger than me? Why? You're biased! You're biased!

I've absorbed negative energy for a thousand years, but it's still not as strong as the power of billions of faiths gathered by the other party in a short period of time. Why?!

I am not satisfied!

I am not satisfied!

I can't die, I can't die. I still have dreams to fulfill and revenge to take. How can I let my life be ruined by this little bug?!

"what!"

At the moment when the Emperor's Sword was about to strike, at the critical moment, the evil cultivator roared, and evil thoughts emerged from his body. He was lawless and turned into a stream of light to escape, narrowly avoiding the Emperor's Sword.

boom!

The Emperor's Sword broke through the air!

It was almost like that. If I had been half a second late, I would have lost my life!

The evil cultivator's face was pale, and he was still terrified. He almost, truly almost, would have lost his life right here. However, before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Zhu Moye's disdainful voice: "Run! You can escape one sword, but can you escape the second sword, the Zhu Hou Sword?"

call out!

A sound of breaking air was heard!

Oops!

The evil cultivator ignored the opponent's three sword strikes. The first was the Emperor's Sword, which he dodged. But the second, the Prince's Sword, followed immediately. The sound of the sword piercing the air was extremely piercing, reaching the evil cultivator's ears. His eyelids twitched, and when he turned around, the Prince's Sword slashed towards him.

The sword of the princes condensed the strange image of the killing of the princes and generals of the Ming Dynasty, and slashed down from the sky with its sharp edge. The evil man had no way to avoid it, so he could only shift his body to avoid the fatal parts and use his body to bear the sword of the princes.

Chi!

The sword energy of the princes slashed down from the shoulder of the evil cultivator, cutting off one-third of his body. A large amount of black and red blood spurted out. The evil cultivator screamed, and his body lost all strength and fell from a high altitude, crashing into the river, causing a huge splash of water.

In just a few seconds, the river had turned blood red and was filled with the smell of blood.

The evil cultivator floated on the water, barely breathing, but not dead. His face was grim as he gritted his teeth and said, "It hurts, you damned little bug, hahahaha... You can't kill me. You condensed the three swords of billions of lives, and I blocked two of them!"

The next moment, the evil cultivator's body returned to normal. However, his blood and energy were extremely pale. He said weakly, "Little bug..."

However, before he could finish his words, the Sword of All Living Things slashed towards him. This sword was even more terrifying than the Emperor's Sword and the Lords' Sword. Space shattered and fell into darkness. The Sword of All Living Things radiated a holy white light, exuding the meaning of all living beings, and slashed towards him!

call out!

The evil cultivator's face paled even further. This sword strike was too terrifying. If he were struck, he would surely die... Even immortals dared not directly confront the power of the combined will of millions of people. At this moment, the evil cultivator had no escape, his face utterly panicked. Enduring the pain, he released the sustenance he relied on for his cultivation, the evil thoughts he had absorbed over millennia. He swung his sword, using negative energy to counter the power of faith, consuming approximately 80% to 90% before neutralizing the might of the sword.

Chapter 456: Transformation into a Five-clawed Golden Dragon

boom!

The sword of evil thoughts and the sword of all living things collided, producing a violent black storm. The black and white colors looked like a Tai Chi, like a solar storm explosion, sweeping across the world, and the entire sky fell into black and white.

Rumble!

The sky and the earth changed color and the mountains shook.

The first to bear the brunt were the millions of soldiers in the imperial capital. Affected by the storm, they were suddenly pulled up into the sky. The terrifying storm blew away the millions of soldiers, and they didn't know where they were blown and disappeared into the sky.

The sword energy storm shook the earth.

Even a million soldiers could not withstand this powerful storm of sword energy. All of them were swept high into the sky and flew backwards, with no one knowing where they were blown to. It might be to the ends of the earth, or to deep mountains and forests thousands of miles away where no one had ever set foot.

Life or death is unknown!

The evil cultivator's body hovered in mid-air, his ferocious face as pale as paper, adding to his terrifying presence. He looked like a demon from the underworld. His white eyes glared at Zhu Moye, breathing heavily. The power of the Sword of All Living Things, the will of billions of living beings, was unparalleled, so powerful that even immortals couldn't directly contend with it. If he hadn't decisively used all the negative energy he relied on for survival, transforming it into the Sword of Evil Thoughts to neutralize the Sword of All Living Things, Zhu Moye would have been defeated.

Maybe just now, Zhongsheng had killed him completely with one sword!

The concentrated will of billions of lives represents the power of heaven, and no one can resist the mighty will of heaven.

God’s will cannot be violated!

Kill the evildoer!

fortunately!

fortunately!

fortunately!

The evil cultivator said "fortunately" three times in his heart out of luck. If he had reacted a little slower, he would have died under the Sword of All Living Beings. There is no doubt about that.

Although the evil cultivator had absorbed thousands of years of negative, evil energy, and could use it to repair all wounds on his body, he wouldn't die even if Zhu Moye chopped him into ten thousand pieces. However, when he faced the Sword of All Beings, he was completely panicked, a warning from his soul echoing back to his mind. If he couldn't avoid the Sword of All Beings, the final outcome would be a single blow torn in two, his soul shattered.

Even if he possessed the evil power accumulated for thousands of years, he could not repair the damage caused by the Sword of All Living Things.

One sword will kill!

This dangerous warning arose in his mind, and the evil cultivator had no time to think too much. The first thing he did was to use the evil thoughts of all living beings that he had absorbed over thousands of years in this world to release them, and use his thoughts to transform the sword into a resistance against the Sword of All Living Beings that was condensed from the thoughts of billions of lives. After consuming 90% of his strength, he was able to resist the power of the Sword of All Living Beings.

Heartache!

He had lost a full 90% of his negative, evil power. All the strength he had accumulated over millennia was gone. To say he wasn't heartbroken would be a lie. After all, the power he had spent millennia cultivating and absorbing, all that evil power, was gone. It was like a thousand years of hard work had been undone. The evil cultivator's heart was filled with hatred, wishing he could skin and bone Zhu Moye, eat his flesh, drink his blood, and then refine his soul into a spiritual weapon, causing him to suffer forever.

However, he was powerless now. Zhu Moye was simply too powerful. It was completely beyond his expectation that a master of the Golden Core Realm could actually fight him, who was in the Spiritual Transformation Realm, on equal terms. No, the Spiritual Transformation Realm was simply crushed by the other party!

Thinking of this, the evil cultivator had an illusion of surviving a disaster. It was great to be alive. The negative energy was gone. As long as he survived, he could just take the time to absorb it back.

Besides, he wasn't at a disadvantage. Although he had consumed 90% of his strength, Zhu Moye wasn't feeling well either. Wasn't that sword strike the opponent's limit?! He couldn't possibly unleash the Three God-Slaying Swords a second time?!

Indeed, the evil cultivator's inference was correct. Zhu Moye had indeed reached his limit. In the three swords that killed gods just now, Zhu Moye had used all his strength. His physical strength was almost reaching the limit, and he was simply unable to use the three swords that killed gods again.

Unkillable?!

Was the power offset by the opponent?

Zhu Moye frowned. Although the Sword of All Living Things was extremely powerful and invincible, its power also depended on the amount of power of faith... It was not that the Sword of All Living Things was too weak, nor was it that the opponent was too strong.

As for why he couldn't kill the evil cultivator, it was likely because he had too little accumulated strength. This was the main problem. Although he had many believers, the combined power of the worlds of "Swordsman" and "Slayer" only numbered about one billion, seemingly a large number. However, in reality, within the infinite planes, these one billion believers were but a drop in the ocean, insignificant, and incomparable to the evil power accumulated over millennia by the evil cultivators.

After all, the other party has accumulated strength for thousands of years, while I have only been practicing for a few decades. No matter how strong you are, there is a limit... In the face of this huge gap, even I cannot surpass it in a short time.

After all, is it because the connotation is too shallow?

However, Zhu Moye was not too disappointed. The Sword of All Living Things could cut off 90% of the evil thoughts of the evil cultivator with one strike. This result was already terrifying and beyond his expectations.

Moreover, the opponent's accumulated strength has been completely depleted, leaving only 10% of it, which is completely negligible... Judging from the current situation, Zhu Moye basically has a huge advantage. Of course, the opponent should not be underestimated. Even with only 10% of his strength left, he is still a terrifying existence. After all, the opponent has reached the realm of spiritual transformation and is too powerful.

If an ordinary golden elixir was in front of him, he could kill the opponent instantly with just a flick of his finger!

Instant kill!

What concept?

Their strength is simply not on the same level!

The evil cultivator glanced at Zhu Moye, a cold glint in his eyes. He thought the other party was even weaker than he had imagined, and now was a good opportunity to kill him. He raised his sword and transformed into a black light, killing him.

"Hmph, transform into a dragon!"

Zhu Moye's physical strength had reached its limit, and he simply could not continue to fight against the evil cultivator who had been consuming his evil thoughts for a hundred years. So he no longer hid and used his trump card, roaring to the sky and transforming into a kilometer-long five-clawed golden dragon.

Chapter 457 Death Struggle

A five-clawed golden dragon circled high in the sky, its pair of colorful dragon eyes narrowed, and its sharp claws stretched out, slicing through the void. With a force of ten thousand tons, the evil cultivator was knocked thousands of miles away. He rushed into the sky, looked up to the sky and roared, letting out a super dragon roar: "Roar!"

The dragon's roar shook the sky and spread throughout the world!

Roar!Roar!Roar!