The [Incantation of Hundred and Eight Thousand Desolation] was a top-notch cultivation method in the world. It was the important foundation that allowed the Cui family to stand among the top-notch wealthy families of the empire for thousands of years.
Under the Tribulation Crossing Sword, it was difficult to pass the tribulation. This was a description of the Cui family's Sword of Tribulation.
However, the Tribulation Crossing Sword was just a branch, a flower, a fruit that would eventually bear.
The One Hundred and Eight Thousand Desolation Will Technique was the main branch. It was the soul, and it was the important foundation that allowed it to enter the soil and continuously deliver nutrients to the branches.
The 《Hundred and Eight Thousand Desolation》 was divided into nine stages, and Cui Zhaoren had only practiced up to the fifth stage. Even at the fifth stage, he was already a remarkable figure in the West Wind Kingdom. He had been in charge of the Monitoring Division of the Kingdom for three years, and had made outstanding military exploits, and was highly regarded by the Royal family of West Wind.
He was only in his twenties, but he had already reached a height that many people could only reach in their lifetime. There were still many people in the Cui family who were in their forties or fifties, or even sixty or seventy years old. It was still difficult for them to cross the third stage and enter the more profound and mysterious middle stage.
Li Muyang wanted Cui Zhaoren dead, and Cui Zhaoren had the same idea.
Before he could finish his sentence, his body had already transformed into 100,000 clones.
Just as you heard the sound of his sword being drawn, the Understand Heaven Sword in his hand had already transformed into countless illusions that enveloped Li Muyang.
Cui Zhaoren was not Su Rong. Su Rong's' Mountain-moving Fist 'consisted of five feints and one solid punch. Only the solid punch was a fatal killing move.
Every one of Cui Zhaoren's one hundred thousand figures was illusory, but every one of them was real.
You could either block every single sword strike, or you would be sliced into dust if you couldn't block even one sword strike.
One against ten thousand, one person blocking a hundred thousand swords. How could this be done by a human?
A hundred thousand figures joined together, covering half of the sky. A hundred thousand long swords' Sword Qi crisscrossed and actually blocked the thunderstorm.
The storm must not enter, and the thunder must not resound. This area had become a vacuum zone.
The other areas were still filled with rolling black clouds, lightning, and thunder. It was pitch-black and quiet here, without any noise to disturb them.
The might of a single sword strike could illuminate the starry sky.
Sword of Tribulation – Severing Mortal Ties!
This was the first sword of the Sword of Tribulation Crossing, and it was also the sword that Cui Zhaoren had the best control over.
Li Muyang's body was still floating in the air, emitting a deep and heavy feeling of vicissitudes and the coldness that seemed to come from the ancient ice age.
His blood-red eyes looked at the 100,000 sword shadows with a hint of doubt. Why did it feel so familiar?
He tried hard to think, but could not figure out where that feeling came from.
This feeling was wonderful, but it also made Li Muyang very distressed.
Because it can make Li Muyang feel — — confused as to who am I.
Li Muyang felt a sense of oppression. The oppression came from the outside and from the inside out.
Externally, it was the sword momentum. Internally, it was fear.
Li Muyang could feel how terrifying this sword was. This was a sword that could sever the past.
He had become a ball inside the cyclone and could be crushed into a pancake or torn to pieces by the two powerful forces at any time.
His black hair and white robe fluttered in the wind.
The Charcoal trash from a few months ago, now has the qualifications to fight against a strong person of the kingdom.
Li Muyang closed his eyes.
The black scale that had separated from his body and was suspended above Li Muyang's head was like a prism shaped black inkstone.
Golden light floated outside, shining brilliantly.
Upon a closer look, there was a tiny bolt of lightning trapped inside. Rushing left and right, it was difficult to break out.
The black robe and sword shadows completely enveloped Li Muyang. In the sky, Li Muyang had completely disappeared.
Looking up, Cui Zhaoren had already transformed into a deity, his figure filling the sky.
Boom —
Golden light flashed.
A beam of light soared into the sky, illuminating the entire river as bright as day.
No, it was the scorching sun, but because of the sudden change in the wind and clouds, heavy rain poured down, day and night were reversed, day became night.
Because the movement was too loud, the scene was too shocking and frightening. Even the scholars and businessmen who were swimming in the river with wooden planks in their arms looked up in astonishment, unsure of what was happening.
Because the brilliance was too dazzling, the entire area turned golden yellow.
As far as the eye could see, half the sky was golden yellow.
Li Muyang had disappeared. Cui Zhaoren who had transformed into a hundred thousand also disappeared.
The golden yellow was like solidified paint, unable to be blown away by the wind and dispersed by the rain.
Only time can erase and disperse it.
As time went by, the golden brilliance gradually faded and then disappeared.
The sky once again returned to darkness, heavy rain fell and dark clouds rolled across the sky.
Li Muyang was gone, Cui Zhaoren was also gone.
Puff —
The surface of the river rippled, and Cui Zhaoren, clad in a black robe, leapt out from the depths of the river, sword in hand.
He once again stopped in midair, his handsome cheeks like an iceberg and cold jade, fine red blood seeping out from the corner of his mouth.
Cui Zhaoren fished out a white handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped the bloodstain from the corner of his mouth.
Then, he let go of the silk handkerchief in his hand. The white handkerchief was immediately soaked by the torrential rain and then swept away by the fierce wind.
Just like Li Muyang who was nowhere to be found.
Li Muyang had disappeared. This result made Cui Zhaoren very worried.
He did not disappear when he was dead, but disappeared when he was alive.
Cui Zhaoren sensed that Li Muyang was not dead.
When his sword severed the mortal world, squeezing him into a small white dot from all directions, he thought that his sword had resolved his worries and from then on he would no longer have any worries.
However, when his sword qi was about to touch Li Muyang's body, when his sword force was about to crush Li Muyang into dust, the black jade suspended in front of Li Muyang suddenly accelerated its rotation and then burst open.
A bolt of lightning broke out of its body, charging towards Cui Zhaoren with a rumbling momentum.
It disregarded everything, its power was astonishing, and its momentum was unstoppable.
It was rude and overbearing, rolling between the countless figures and the curtain wall. Like a lightning hoodlum, it smashed countless Cui Zhaoren into pieces, instantly turning them into nothingness.
It wreaked havoc in the sky, causing Cui Zhaoren's sword force to be battered and exhausted, losing all its power.
It came abruptly and looked powerful.
Cui Zhaoren, who was using all his strength to activate his sword technique, found it difficult to resist. He wanted to avoid its sharp edge, but after the collision between the sword qi and lightning, the aftermath of the explosion sent him into the mud at the bottom of the river.
However, where did Li Muyang go?
Cui Zhaoren was on high alert, waiting for Li Muyang's return.
He knew he would definitely return.
Li Muyang descended from the sky.
From a higher and deeper altitude, he slowly descended.
He once again stopped in front of Cui Zhaoren.
This kind of appearance made Cui Zhaoren, who was very concerned about his face, very dissatisfied, and also made him feel a very strong sense of crisis.
He was very clear about the power of the big explosion, but he was able to calmly rise into the sky without being caught by the aftermath?
Just based on this point, he was already more than one realm higher than him.
"But, what realm is he in?" Cui Zhaoren wanted to curse in his heart. Can't you talk nicely? Can't you answer the question nicely? You don't know what realm you're in — — Who knows?
"I remember now." Li Muyang said, looking at Cui Zhaoren. His voice was ice-cold, full of vicissitudes of life, but also with a hint of joy of 'remembering'. "You killed me."
"When? Where? "Cui Zhaoren looked puzzled. In all honesty, this was the first time he and Li Muyang met, the first time they met. When did he kill him?
If he did not succeed last time, would he do such a stupid thing this time?
He should at least gather a group of heroes and bring the strongest person of the family to ambush him.
"Didn't succeed." The corners of Li Muyang's mouth curved up, revealing a mocking smile.
“----”
Cui Zhaoren was furious.
He did not like to be slandered, although he often slandered others. If the Monitoring Division did not slander innocent people, would it still be called the Monitoring Division? Was there a need for it to exist?
He also did not like to be despised. As a young master of a prestigious family like the Cui family, he usually placed his eyes on top of his head, only watching the stars, moon and Milky Way. Who would pay attention to the weeds walking on the ground?
Li Muyang had done the two things he disliked the most.
"I have to kill him." Cui Zhaoren thought to himself.
"I think you must have remembered wrong." Cui Zhaoren said aloud. His throat felt uncomfortable and he felt like coughing. But he did not want to do that, so he forced himself to endure. Because he felt that it would make his appearance somewhat ungraceful and would likely be ridiculed by Li Muyang, the lowly commoner. He had seen it before, this bastard has a sharp tongue and is very good at mocking people. "If I had killed you once before, I wouldn't have done it this time. The first time I did not kill you, I would have realised the gap between me and you, and then think of a more suitable person or — — way to get rid of you. I have never fallen into the same pit twice. It has nothing to do with honour, but a person's IQ. "
"In my heart, there is no definition of good or bad, but there is a difference between a smart person and a stupid person — —" Cui Zhaoren's face revealed a look of annoyance. "Compared with bad people, I hate stupid people more — — so, don't put me and them in the same group."
"Not you." Li Muyang said. "It's this sword technique — — what's it called?"
"Sword of Tribulation." Cui Zhaoren said.
"Sword of Tribulation — — Under the Sword of Tribulation, it is difficult to pass the tribulation." Li Muyang mumbled to himself, his face revealing a thoughtful expression. "I don't know which ancient scroll I've read this sentence before — — I've lived for too long, read too many books, I really can't remember clearly."
"— —" Cui Zhaoren was almost out of his rage.
If you continue to act like this, we can't be opponents.
How old are you? You have the face to say in front of me that you've lived for too long, read too many books?
Do you think I'm mentally retarded?
"As a smart person, I should leave this place immediately." Cui Zhaoren said aloud. "If I want to run away, you can't stop me."
"Can't stop you." Li Muyang sighed.
"But I chose to stay." A smile emerged on Cui Zhaoren's face. "Because I'm really curious, to what extent can you do — — The first sword is called Severing Mortal Ties, but it was broken by your lightning. I now present the second sword, called Severing Karma. Please enlighten me. "
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