Just what was Chen Changsheng's strongest move? Logically speaking, it was naturally the Heavenly Tome Monoliths. Whether it was the black stone he had obtained from the portrait of Wang Zhice in the Lingyan Pavilion or the stone pearl from the Garden of Zhou that had been tied around his wrist for several years, they were both the most important objects in the world, the most irreplaceable and supreme existences.
But the Heavenly Tome Monoliths were too profound. At his current level, it was simply impossible for him to completely comprehend them. Normally, he could only use them to nourish his spiritual sense, but he could not use them in battle. But tonight, he still hid the Heavenly Tome Monoliths behind the three thousand swords and threw them at the Demon Lord. This was because he was keenly aware that the Demon Lord was the person in the world that understood the Heavenly Tome Monoliths the most, so there was a high chance that his mind would be shaken.
Shaken the mind was a relatively elegant way of putting it. If it was a bit crude, it was actually just to scare the Demon Lord.
To scare the Demon Lord, only then could he hide the final sword and slash out an unexpected move.
It seemed like his plan had succeeded.
The mountains, rivers, and darkness on the Demon Lord's face were cleaved apart by this sword. A clear and straight sword wound appeared between his eyebrows, blood flowing from it.
The Demon Lord's blood was naturally not red, but unexpectedly, it was also not green, but golden.
As he gazed at the Demon Lord's face covered in golden blood, Chen Changsheng suddenly thought of a certain face on the stone wall of the Great Hall of Light.
It was a god, and also a demon god.
An extremely callous voice resounded, echoing through the mountains and gradually resounding through the world.
A cold wind howled through the mountains, and the avalanche of snow on the distant solitary peaks grew even more terrifying. Across the gap in the mountains, countless lanterns in Gaoyang Village several dozen li away shattered.
The Demon Lord looked into Chen Changsheng's eyes and said, "Even if Su Li personally came, he would not be able to kill me with a single strike, let alone a sword intent he left behind."
As he spoke, his face was devoid of emotion. It was abnormally indifferent, incomparably solemn, absolutely divine.
Then, he suddenly laughed, revealing a mouthful of neat and pure white teeth.
With this laugh, that divine face gained the emotion of life. It was not peaceful, only primitive, barbaric, and terrifying.
Chen Chang Sheng looked at the Demon Monarch's white teeth and felt his body go cold. After leaving Xi Ning Village for the Capital and then tonight, his greatest uneasiness originated from the temptation of true blood. But in reality, in these past years, the only person who had truly expressed their intentions and wanted to suck his blood and eat his flesh … was the Demon Monarch, and this was already his second attempt.
An unimaginably vast energy directly crushed the last strand of sword intent Su Li had left in this world.
The power that carried the primordial aura didn't disappear. Instead, it followed the path where the sword essence disappeared and rushed towards Chen Chang Sheng.
Countless fine sounds rang out, like a forest suddenly welcoming a frost in midsummer, and countless insects landing on the slightly hard ground.
The bones in Chen Chang Sheng's arms were instantly broken into hundreds of pieces. Immediately after, cracks began to appear on his shoulder blades and sternum, just like the bottom of the dried lake beneath his feet.
A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, striking the Demon Lord's face.
The golden blood was diluted by the blood-red color. The broken mountains and rivers seemed to have come to dusk, and the setting sun shone on the countless dead bodies covered in blood.
In the opposite direction of the blood, Chen Chang Sheng left the ground and flew backwards.
A hint of surprise flashed through the Demon Lord's eyes.
In order to break Su Li's sword intent, he had paid no small price. The injuries that had been suppressed for two years had once more erupted.
Yet Chen Chang Sheng was not dead, and could even move. This had clearly surpassed the limits of his current cultivation.
It seemed that his body was even stronger than the bodies of demon experts. Why was this so?
The cold wind howled. As he flew backwards, Chen Chang Sheng's figure flickered in and out of existence, extremely difficult to catch. It even seemed like he was appearing in several places at the same time.
The darkness was filled with countless stars. His feet broke through the darkness, stepping on the positions of the stars. From the moment he began to fly backwards, he had used the Yeshi Step.
His body had been soaked in the true blood of the Black Dragon and possessed an unimaginable toughness. This was the second unexpected benefit he had brought to the Demon Lord.
This was his last chance to escape.
He only needed to take one final step to break through the darkness and go to some place in the ruins of the lake garden.
There was an array prepared there, as well as an extremely secretive path leading into the depths of the mountains.
Of course, even if he went there, he might not necessarily be able to escape alive. After all, his opponent tonight was the Demon Lord.
No amount of methods, no amount of preparations, no amount of unexpected benefits could give him any more confidence. Perhaps it was precisely because he did not have complete confidence that before he took that final step, Chen Chang Sheng grabbed at the black stone in the night sky. At the same time, his spiritual sense fell on the ground.
In front of the Demon Lord was a stretcher. On the stretcher lay the young array master.
Chen Chang Sheng was confident that he could send this young array master into the Garden of Zhou. This way, even if he could not survive, the young array master still had hope.
Yet just when his spiritual sense fell on the stretcher, something very strange happened.
An extremely weak and bizarre Qi followed his spiritual sense and entered his body, attacking his Ethereal Palace.
This attack was very secretive and not very powerful, but it very exquisitely affected the circulation of his true essence.
Crucially, he was currently using the Yeshi Step.
The slightest difference was a mistake.
Going south in the opposite direction was a mistake.
His next step was supposed to be next to an old plum tree several dozen zhang away.
But now, he had stepped on empty air.
His foot landed in the night sky.
This place was even colder and the wind even stronger, because he was several dozen zhang above the ground.
The cold wind howled and a shadow obscured the starlight. At the same time, a ruthless and callous cry arrived.
Intense pain came from his shoulder and neck.
Nanke appeared behind him, her sharp and dark green fingers grabbing onto his shoulders, flying him even higher into the night sky. Even more terrifying was that an invisible thread seemed to appear between her two wings, constantly cutting at his throat. In an instant, it had already entered his flesh and blood began to drip down.
The Demon Lord looked at the scene in the night sky and licked the blood at the corner of his lips, calm and expectant.
With his daughter, who was the fastest in the world, he had no need to worry about Chen Chang Sheng escaping.
Chen Chang Sheng had been restrained by Nanke, seemingly without the slightest strength to resist, only waiting to be killed or eaten.
It was just like how his body was high and cold in the night sky, with no place to borrow strength from.
But he would not surrender like this. Not even fate could make him submit, let alone a true enemy or predicament?
Back in the wilderness, he had learned three swords from Su Li.
Now, without hesitation, he used the most powerful of them, the Blazing Sword.
There were three sword techniques in this one strike.
The True Sword of the Orthodoxy was also known as the Sword of Killing and Stabbing. In the final battle of the Grand Examination, he had relied on this sword to force back Gou Hanshi.
It was the final move of the Mount Li Sword Style. In the Garden of Zhou, Liang Xiaoxiao had used this sword to commit suicide, forcing him into a rather sorry state, and he had also used it.
Tonight, he displayed the two most decisive swords at the same time.
He did not believe that Nanke had the ability to stop him … from dying.
As for the final sword … it naturally had to be Mount Li's Secret Sword of the Golden Crow.
Burn the world and the people clean. What else could you do?
Nanke did not understand his sword intent, but she sensed his intent. Even someone as cold and detached as her felt a tinge of fear.
These three swords were too decisive, too ruthless.
The Demon Lord's callous voice rang out once more. "You want to die? It's not that easy. "
Chen Chang Sheng's flesh and blood were his final hope. He would not permit it to be taken away by anyone, including Chen Chang Sheng himself.
He extended his hand towards the sky, and a patch of darkness descended upon Chen Chang Sheng!
He wanted to use his most tyrannical and strongest demon technique to forcefully swallow up Chen Chang Sheng's final three swords!
His expression was so grave, so focused, that he did not notice …
Right in front of him.
Right under his feet.
Right on that stretcher.
The young array master suddenly opened his eyes.
… …
… …
(Celebrating the achievement of ten days of constant improvement, and also writing to my satisfaction. Very happy. Good night, everyone.)
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