Among the three cultivators, one of them was old and had an expression of extreme anger. He was the one who sent out the hundreds of sword rays. The other was middle-aged, and this person was also strange. He held a bag of holding in one hand, and in his other hand, there were four or five talismans that were shining with spiritual light. The last one seemed to be the youngest and had a green flying sword circling around him. Sword lights shot out to protect his body. Traces of fear faintly appeared in his eyes.
Terrifying, too terrifying.
At the same time that the three cultivators were furious, they couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in their hearts. Sakra's claw slammed down without even a single word of warning. In the hall, there were originally six cultivators cultivating together. Who would have thought that such an unexpected disaster would suddenly descend. Three of the Qi Condensation cultivators were unlucky and were smashed into meat paste on the spot.
In China, they could call for wind and rain. Even the emperor had to treat them with care. Who would have thought that there would be a day when someone directly came knocking on their door? Their expressions changed greatly. It could be said that they were burning with anger.
"Humph!!"
Di Shitian looked at the three surviving cultivators. At a glance, he could see that the old and middle-aged cultivators were both in the Foundation Establishment stage. As for the younger one, he was in the middle stage of the Qi Condensation stage. Not long after he became a demon beast, he dared to engage in a fierce battle with a Core Formation cultivator in the Southern Wilderness. It was obvious that he had condensed his first demon vein and directly stepped into the middle stage of the demon beast. For Foundation Establishment cultivators, as long as they didn't have powerful magic tools or spells in their hands, he could almost sweep them all away.
When he saw the whistling sword lights, his body trembled. Strands of black Qi crazily gushed out from his countless pores. With a clang, they instantly condensed into pitch-black crescent-shaped blades around his body. As soon as these blades appeared, they quickly flew up and down his body. As they flew, they drew mysterious trajectories. It enveloped his entire body so that not even a drop of water could leak out.
"Dingdang, dingdang!!"
In the instant that the 'Demonic Mist Blade' was formed, the several hundred rays of sword light quickly twisted over. Every single ray of sword light appeared to be abnormally swift and fierce. They intersected as they swept over, as if they wanted to crush everything in front of them into fine powder. They were abnormally sharp and frightening. As expected of a powerful attack launched by a Foundation Establishment cultivator in grief and indignation.
However, when they arrived in front of Di Shitian, they were unable to touch him at all. They were blocked by the blades that filled the sky around him. More than twenty blades burst out with cold light, dancing up and down. Each blade seemed to be solid. Compared to the sword light, they were sharper and more powerful. A series of crisp booms were heard.
The sword lights were shattered one by one, turning into strands of sword Qi that scattered in all directions. When they landed on the ground, they created craters of various sizes. However, not even a corner of Di Shitian's clothes was lifted.
"Who exactly are you? Could it be that you don't know that this is China's Hall of Worship?" The old man looked at the sword light that he had released with all his strength. Unexpectedly, it was easily blocked by those strange blades. The several hundred rays of sword light only destroyed two or three of them. When the three cultivators saw this scene, their hearts suddenly tightened and they were incomparably shocked.
How could they not know that the person standing in front of them, Di Shitian, was definitely an expert that was several times stronger than them?
"Hmph, you don't need to know who I am. This is the Hall of Worship, and I am not blind. However, even if you are a Hall of Worship, so what? Today, the people I want to kill are you. Die!! "
Di Shitian looked coldly at the three of them and spat out these words indifferently. With a thought, the remaining blades around him immediately emitted crisp vibrating sounds. The Demon Mist Blades could become stronger as his cultivation increased. This was because they were essentially condensed from his Demonic Qi using a method of compression. It was almost as terrifying as a physical attack. Not only were the blades as thin as cicada's wings, but they were also as fast as lightning and terrifyingly sharp.
The current Demon Mist Blades could even cut through a mid-grade defensive magic tool. This kind of attack was terrifying and quite powerful.
From the moment he laid eyes on the three Cultivators in front of him, he knew they were dead men. Without hesitation, the nine blades formed groups of three, and arranged themselves in a triangular formation. Then, with lightning speed, he attacked the three Cultivators at the same time.
"Everyone, be careful. These blades are very terrifying. Even my sword light can't do anything to them. " Seeing Sakra launching an attack without any trace of politeness, he was immediately afraid, afraid that this person was really here to take their lives. The old man's complexion changed, and with a flash of light on his arm, a golden shield like a golden eagle's wing immediately appeared on his arm.
In an instant, it emitted bursts of golden light and rapidly expanded. In the blink of an eye, it became as tall as a person and directly blocked in front of them.
"Bang, bang, bang!!"
The three blades chopped at the shield and a burst of golden light immediately flashed on the shield. However, this golden light only flashed for a moment before it was incomparably dim. The sharp blades cut through the golden light and chopped at the shield, forcibly leaving behind three clear blade marks. However, they didn't completely break through the shield.
This shield seemed to be a high-grade defensive magic tool.
"Vajra Talisman, Raging Flame Talisman, Profound Ice Talisman, Earthen Shield Talisman."
The middle-aged cultivator also became ruthless and threw out all the talismans in his hand. In an instant, his body flickered with golden light and a golden barrier appeared, as if he was a golden arhat. At the same time, balls of flames, countless ice blades, and all kinds of talismans were quickly thrown out as if they didn't cost money.
Moreover, at the same time he threw them out, he immediately grabbed a handful of talismans from his storage pouch. Damn, there were all kinds of talismans. In almost the blink of an eye, all kinds of magic techniques filled the air in front of him. The three Demon Mist Blades were blown apart by these magic techniques. Moreover, there were also a large number of magic techniques that bombarded Di Shitian from all directions.
This kind of attack was simply hair-raising. This was how convenient talismans were. As long as the spiritual energy within them was drawn, they could be released. They didn't need to be slowly cast like magic techniques.
As for the last Qi Refining cultivator, he didn't have the ability of the first two. He only took out a Vajra Talisman and slapped it on his body as a form of defense. The flying sword in his hand flew out and emitted rays of sword light to meet the three blades that were slashing at him. Unfortunately, with his ability, how could he block the current Demon Mist Blades? The flying sword in his hand was only a low-grade flying sword.
"Crack!!"
With a crisp sound, the flying sword broke. It arrived in front of him like lightning and landed on the golden light inside his body. Although the Vajra Talisman was a defensive talisman, it didn't resist for too long. In almost the blink of an eye, the three blades sharply broke through the Vajra Talisman and landed on the cultivator's body. He didn't even have time to scream before his head was chopped off on the spot.
"Good, you have some ability. You actually managed to block this king's Demon Mist Blade. However, your luck ends here." Di Shitian looked indifferently at the various magic techniques that were bombarding him. Suddenly, a ray of jade light flew out from his body and stopped in front of him. Upon closer inspection, it was a jade zither that flashed with a demonic light.
The Seven Sins Demonic Zither was Di Shitian's strongest attack. It could be said to be a top-grade magic tool. Even compared to magic treasures, there wasn't any difference. Its strength was extremely terrifying. Back then, Di Shitian dared to fight a Core Formation cultivator to the death and even cut off his opponent's head with this zither.
He held the zither with one hand and placed the other hand on the zither's nine strings. He heavily plucked them in an unusually barbaric manner.
"Ding ding ding …"
Suddenly, the tyrannical sound of the zither rang out. The sound of the zither turned into sound waves. Like a tide, it covered everything within a hundred meters. Rings of mysterious sound waves rippled out. Wherever they passed, even space seemed to distort. Everything within this range was destroyed.
Due to the sound waves, the houses on both sides turned into dust, shattering from the vibrations.
All the spells that were ferociously pouncing towards Sakra were continuously weakened by wave after wave of sound waves. Like a broken boat in the ocean, they were mysteriously annihilated in the blink of an eye. The scene was extremely terrifying.
"Ding dong, ding dong!"
The zither strings were shaken again. This time, it wasn't sound waves that were emitted. Instead, it was two crystal clear sound blades that swept towards the two Foundation Establishment cultivators like lightning.
"Ah!"
Although the middle-aged cultivator desperately threw out all kinds of talismans, he couldn't slow down for even a moment. The sound blades were terrifyingly sharp. Wherever they passed, everything in front of them was cut in half. When they landed on his body, they immediately left a small cut on his throat and pierced through his body.
Di Shitian's cultivation was higher than the two of them. The Natal Demon Artifact in his hand was comparable to a magic treasure. Furthermore, the attack of the Seven Sins Demon Zither was extremely terrifying. How could the Golden Eagle Shield withstand it? A large hole was directly cut open.
All of this seemed to take a long time to describe, but in fact, in less than ten minutes, China's Hall of Worship was destroyed in one fell swoop by Di Shitian.
Di Shitian didn't feel the slightest bit of pride. It wasn't that he was too strong, but that his opponents were too weak.
Looking at the three corpses with fear and unwillingness in their eyes, he first used the mysterious power of the King's Mark to extract six souls. Then, he swallowed the six corpses and threw them into the Demon Refining Cauldron.
He turned and left, his body disappearing into the darkness.
After Sakra left, several figures soared into the sky from various directions of the imperial city. They quickly arrived in the sky above the battlefield and looked at the Consecration Hall that had already turned into ruins. Traces of strange light flashed in the eyes of these people. They secretly guessed who was the one who attacked inside.
However, from the moment Sakra made his move to the end, the time was rather short. There was simply no one who saw his figure. How could there be any results? After a while, they all dispersed.
"Pata!"
A series of steady footsteps sounded in the alley.
"Shui Wuhen said that she would stay in the Water Moon Restaurant. Based on the map, it should be in the east of the city."
After destroying the Hall of Worship, Di Shitian pondered as he walked in the direction of the Water Moon Restaurant. (To be continued, if you want to know what happens next, please go to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. I support the author, and I support the original readers!)
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