"Isn't that so? Our monster race has always been nurtured by nature. As long as the heavens and earth aren't destroyed, and there's still the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun and moon shining on us, we will never be exterminated. Even if the human race turned against us back then, with the exception of the Six Ancestors of Daoism and the Three Buddhas of Buddhism, the most they could do was greatly damage our monster race's vitality. However, if we old fellows were still around, they wouldn't dare to go too far. But that crazy woman, Purple Moon, wholeheartedly wanted to preserve the last of the elites and even gave up her near-eternal life. Truly foolish. It's fine if she turned foolish, but why did she have to suppress the two of us here? Old Monster Huang Quan, bah, I never thought that I, Forefather Tian Silkworm, would end up dying with you. "Forefather Tian Silkworm's tone carried a trace of bad luck.
"Hmph, even if you don't want to die with me, do you think I'm willing to? Let me tell you, you're not much better. You're even more cowardly than a mouse. I, Huang Quan, am well aware of your ability to play dead. When you meet those stronger than you, you're famous for dying with a single touch. When you meet those weaker than you, you'll peel off three layers of their skin even if they don't have any treasures. Back then, who didn't know of your reputation of fearing the strong and bullying the weak? " Old Monster Huang Quan shouted in disdain, "If not for my Huang Quan being forcibly taken away by Purple Moon, I would've thrown you in there and refined you right now."
"Tsk, tsk. What are you bragging about? Your Yellow Spring is very powerful against others. Even a Zenith Heaven Immortal wouldn't be able to escape from the Eighteen Levels of Purgatory in the Yellow Spring. However, don't forget that my Heaven-Piercing Yin-Yang Bridge is the nemesis of your Yellow Spring. Yes, I fear the strong and bully the weak. However, I, your ancestor, am not afraid of you."
"Hmph!"
"Hmph!"
After a series of curses, two cold snorts sounded at the same time. For a moment, the surroundings returned to silence. It was so quiet that not even a trace of sound could be heard. The silence was terrifying.
If someone were to be placed in such an environment, they might be scared out of their wits on the spot.
After a long time, Old Eccentric Huang Quan's voice that carried a unique gloomy aura finally sounded out once more, "Old Bastard Tian Can, tell me, is there anyone who can pass that crazy woman Zi Yue's test this time, inherit the secret realm and obtain the inheritance? I'm afraid … It'll be very difficult for us to last until the secret realm opens again." His words revealed a trace of bitterness.
"If you don't know, do you think I know? Alas, the inner world in my body didn't completely form the yin and yang and the five elements back then, so it couldn't grow and multiply endlessly and produce spiritual energy on its own. The more it consumes, the less it will be. What a pity. Back then, my inner world had already expanded to the extent of a small world, but now it has shrunk beyond recognition. In another thousand years or so, even my inner world will completely collapse. Old Ancestor Tian Silkworm was silent for a moment before he cried out, "If anyone can save me, I, Tian Silkworm, am willing to acknowledge him as my master. Assist him to reach the peak. "
"Hmph, Tian Silkworm, oh Tian Silkworm, you're still howling here. Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?" Huang Quan revealed disdainfully, "You must be thinking that the only person who can come here to save us is the inheritor of Zi Yue's inheritance. At that time, even if we can get out, most of our cultivation will have been lost. I'm afraid we won't even be able to defeat a junior outside. If we rely on the inheritor, we can first obtain protection, and second, we can use the 'Exquisite Creation Pagoda' left behind by Zi Yue to recover our cultivation. You'd better not act so righteous in front of me. I know very well what kind of person you are. "
Not long after, the two old monsters began to quarrel again.
Putting aside the fact that there were still two old monsters suppressed in the depths of the mystic realm who had lived for an unknown amount of time, Sakra had single-handedly slashed through all difficulties and fought bloody battles. In a short period of time, he had experienced no less than tens of thousands of massacres. The number of cultivators who had died under the Tiger Soul Saber was probably already in the tens of thousands.
He could be called the God of Slaughter!
Along the way, from the beginning of the ancient bridge, he forcibly stepped on corpses and charged through the blockade of Foundation Establishment cultivators. He slaughtered a bloody path through Core Formation cultivators and forcibly broke through layers upon layers of encirclement from hundreds of thousands of cultivators. He slaughtered his way to the front of the ancient bridge and stepped into the front line of the Nascent Soul cultivators.
At the front line, there were over a thousand human cultivators. However, there were only a few dozen demon cultivators. All of them were Demon Kings who had condensed their Inner Cores. Beside them, there were dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators holding magic treasures. All kinds of powerful magic treasures surrounded them and fought fiercely.
Many of the Demon Kings had huge wounds on their bodies. They were densely packed with wounds of various sizes. Some even had their arms torn off during the battle. Many of them directly transformed into their true forms in anger. Their huge bodies rampaged across the ancient bridge. However, because their bodies were too big, it was difficult for them to dodge the spells and magic treasures that were bombarding them.
The spells and magic treasures used by Nascent Soul cultivators were not something that Core Formation and Foundation Establishment cultivators could compare to. When they landed on the bodies of the Demon Kings, even their skin and flesh would be torn apart and they would be drenched in blood. Many Demon Kings had already fallen on the ancient bridge under such siege. However, every time a Demon King fell, there would be dozens of cultivators who fell at the same time.
It was truly tragic!
This was a battlefield. Slaughter was the main theme. The corpses that littered the ground could not stop the desire in the hearts of the people.
"Pata!"
Looking at the dozens of Demon Kings who were being besieged, Di Shitian did not hesitate to step into this even more intense battle. His eyes swept across the area. Not far away, a Demon King who had already transformed into his true form was roaring angrily. He was fighting with dozens of cultivators while bathed in blood. The Demon King's true form was a black flood dragon with three heads. This race had a name, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon. It already had four sharp claws under its body. Unfortunately, it did not have dragon horns on its head. Those who did not have horns were not dragons.
Two dragon claws were constantly waving about. Even the air was being torn apart by the claws. Its tail was covered with countless tiny scales, nimbly whipping up and down. From time to time, its three heads would pop out like lightning and open their bloody mouths. It looked as if it was going to swallow the cultivators in front of it in one gulp and chew them up raw.
However, these cultivators were all old monsters who had lived for over a thousand years. They worked together to firmly trap the Three-Headed Flood Dragon in the middle. All kinds of magic treasures covered the sky and earth as they smashed the Three-Headed Flood Dragon's body. Although there were no less than ten cultivators lying on the ground, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon's skin and flesh were split open. Countless scales, skin, and blood fell to the ground. The left head was smashed into a bloody mess, as if it had been completely shattered.
"Everyone, don't hold back. This Three-Headed Flood Dragon is about to die. Take out all the powerful talismans you have. Don't be stingy with the condensed Divine Lightning and Yin Lightning. This time, four of the Eight Great Monster Kings have come. Four of the ten spots have already been taken. On our side, the three Senior Sword Saints have also taken up three spots. There are still three spots left. We can't let the Monster Race take them. "A middle-aged man with a tall and straight body like an ancient sword shouted loudly.
He held a purple-gold ancient sword in his hand. The ancient sword was covered with mysterious patterns. Purple light flickered on the sword's body. Every time he swung the sword, a purple lightning bolt would fly out from the sword and land on the Three-Headed Flood Dragon's body. The Three-Headed Flood Dragon's scales were sent flying, and large chunks of flesh and blood splattered in all directions.
Clearly, the strange Divine Lightning was very powerful.
"That's right. I won't be stingy today. I have a Thousand Ripping Golden Blade Talisman here. When used, it can transform into a thousand golden blades. No matter how powerful this Three-Headed Flood Dragon is, it won't be able to escape the fate of being cut to pieces."
A short man who was only four feet tall shouted. He took out a golden talisman with a flip of his hand. The talisman had strange patterns on it, and the fluctuations it emitted contained a fierce destructive power. It looked like it was no small matter.
"Cut to pieces? This King will first cut you into a thousand pieces. "
At this moment, a strange golden blade drew an arc of light in the air like lightning and appeared above the short man's head. What followed the blade was a cold voice.
"Crack!"
A golden saber gleam instantly enveloped him. The Tiger Soul was unbelievably fast. In just an instant, the short man's four limbs were separated from his body. Following that, pieces of flesh and blood splattered everywhere. Every piece of flesh and blood was almost exactly the same size and thickness. In just a few breaths' time, the Tiger Soul pointed diagonally at his feet.
"Who … are you?"
There was no longer a short man in front of him. There was only a bloody skeleton. All the flesh and blood fell to the ground and piled up. It was a horrifying sight. The skeleton that was only left with bones turned its head around with difficulty. There were still two eyes that were flowing with blood in its eye sockets. It looked at Sakra and its mouth opened and closed, letting out a sinister sound.
"Di Shitian!"
Di Shitian spat out coldly. He was not afraid of others knowing that the person in front of him had his blood essence and spirit devoured. There was no way he could survive.
Sure enough, after hearing these words, the skull on the fleshless skeleton fell to the ground with a thud and spun around a few times.
Boom! — —
At this moment, an ancient purple sword pierced toward his eyes. The sword was extremely sharp. Even though the tip of the ancient sword was still ten feet away from his eyes, the sharp sword qi was already coming at him. It stimulated all the hair on his body to stand on end like steel needles. There was no doubt that this sword qi could blind his eyes.
A sword, a purple sword!
At this moment, it was as if there was nothing in the world other than this sword. This was a sword of heavenly retribution. Under this sword, everything in the world could be killed. Apart from the sword, there was nothing else. The sword was the sky, the earth. It was as if it existed for eternity. It was eternal and indestructible.
"Good sword!"
Sakra shifted his left foot and his body abruptly moved to the left, avoiding that sharp Sword Qi. 'Clang', Tiger Soul crossed the sky and within the blade, a faint shadow of a tiger appeared, roaring towards the sky — — (To be continued, if you want to know what happened next, please go to www.qidian.com, support the author, support the original reading!)
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