weddingnovel Chapter 91 The Heavenly King Dies Suddenly, Turning into Blood Mist; Weapons Broken for Slaughtering
Chapter 91 The Heavenly King Dies Suddenly, Turning into Blood Mist; Weapons Broken for Slaughtering
Chapter 91 The Heavenly King Dies Suddenly, Turning into Blood Mist; Weapons Broken for Slaughtering Pigs and Dogs
Mo Weiren was undoubtedly a typical scoundrel of the demonic sect, bullying the weak and fleeing from the strong. He had been wandering around Tiannan Prefecture for many years, never daring to approach Yanwei Mountain. He spoke eloquently and politely, chatting idly along the way, all to get to the mass grave.
The location he chose was most conducive to unleashing the Yin-Yang power of the Cold Prison True Essence.
High-grade primordial energy not only has a suppressive effect on low-grade primordial energy, but when the primordial energy attributes are similar, it also has the effect of attracting, controlling, and absorbing. For example, flames, as a spiritual energy, can devour mortal energy such as firewood and charcoal to strengthen themselves.
The Frosty Prison River, a spiritual energy born from piles of bones, treats the mortal energy of skeletons and corpses like a general with his soldiers, obeying their every word and command.
Even with his advantageous location, Mo Weiren remained the same cowardly and timid man.
Lin Zhuo had threatened to kill him with three blows. If he hadn't made that provocation, Mo Weiren would have turned tail and run after taking the first blow. But now that he'd said that threat, coupled with all the provocation and taunts along the way, Mo Weiren, in his anger, might try to withstand Lin Zhuo's second blow before running away.
If a martial artist, comparable to a level 5 Qi Master, flees without regard for consequences, the pursuit will be extremely difficult. Countless precedents in the martial arts world have proven that a chase between peerless experts can often last from weeks to months, involving countless innocent people.
The best place to end this battle is where it began, in this mass grave where countless nameless figures and wandering heroes of Pingchuan Old Town have been buried throughout history, to kill this powerful figure ranked seventh on the Black List.
"What audacity! No matter how much I overestimated you, I still underestimated you!"
Mo Weiren looked up at the high-hanging Ming Snake Chain Hammer. Even though he wished he could tear Lin Zhuo apart immediately, he still couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
When the entire mass grave was enveloped by his true essence and divine will, it was as if a different world had been created. However, the young swordsman in front of him was not affected at all. The weapon was still graceful and magnificent, breathing out the air and hissing like thunder. Such agile and proud demeanor was simply like the strange birds and beasts passed down in ancient myths.
"Since that's the case, I can't let you continue to be so presumptuous."
In the desolate and chilling wilderness, under a sky so dark it was almost black, Mo Weiren's white jade scimitar suddenly seemed to leap into the air, transforming into a crescent moon. A flock of crows flew by mournfully, like dark clouds obscuring the moon, but ultimately could not block the chilling light. Instead, they were all frozen to death by the passing blade's energy and fell to the ground, smashing into shattered, frozen chunks of flesh.
Mo Weiren drew his knife.
Even a mere wisp of leaked true energy caused the flock of birds flying by to wither and die.
The blade's light was bright and dazzling, obscuring Mo Weiren's barely visible figure. His lightness skill was superb; in just a moment, he pounced to within ten feet of Lin Zhuo. With a slight tremor of his wrist, the bone-white, ghastly blade light bloomed like a lotus flower. The blade shadow split into eight, then into sixty-four, and then multiplied by sixty-four to become four thousand and ninety-six, instantly transforming into a magnificent and splendid tapestry.
This is the Great Crimson Lotus Sword Technique, a secret transmission of the Great Heroic Demonic Cult. It captures the essence of the deepest level of the Eight Cold Hells, clearly a strike of extreme cold and evil, yet the technique is so beautiful. Combined with the mind-controlling effect of the Mysterious True Qi, when the sword energy enters the eye, it only makes people feel bright and holy, as if it can cleanse all the troubles of the world. Those with weak hearts will not be able to resist going forward and being cut in two by the real sword light hidden in the lotus phantom.
This was also Mo Weiren's most prized and skillful strike when he was young.
He would tell his students and disciples that he would invite them to see the snow lotus, so that they could pass away peacefully with a smile, witnessing the most beautiful flowers they had ever seen in their lives.
Every time Mo Weiren unleashed this move, he was filled with countless emotions and a thousand thoughts. This indescribable worry made the power of the "Great Red Lotus Sword Technique" in his hands surpass that of all his predecessors.
In his eyes, any opponent facing this sword is like an innocent child, powerless to resist. All their troubles and sins are washed away by the lotus, and they can die with a smile, without hatred or resentment.
Facing such a solemn and magnificent glint of sword light, Lin Zhuo swung his right hand in front of him like a whip.
The serpent chain hammer, raised high with fierce force, fell straight down. The carbon fiber rope, taut with true energy, resembled a long stick, accumulating surging power that all converged on the hammerhead.
The massive whirlwind formed by the convergence of a thousand dragons' energy plummeted violently, compressing the atmosphere and emitting a whistling sound that could tear eardrums. The high-speed friction of the whirlwind produced a fleeting flash of firelight, illuminating Lin Zhuo's angry eyes and Mo Weiren's astonished expression.
A gust of wind swept past the flower shadows, and the hammerhead met the blade.
clang!!!-
"Where did the bell sound come from?" A few seconds later, the people of Pingchuan City would hear the distant sound of an ancient temple bell ringing in their ears, but no other temple bell in Pingchuan City could sound so dull and monotonous.
At this moment, the hammer and the jade knife collided.
Lin Zhuo's true energy was penetrated by Mo Weiren's true essence, causing cracks to appear in the hammerhead. The divine meridians within the chain hammer were damaged, and even half of his body was frozen, causing his blood vessels to become stiff and difficult to circulate.
Even Mo Weiren's true essence couldn't withstand this immense and unparalleled force. After the Hidden Dragon Pot had been further refined, it could usually accumulate 10 layers of hidden dragon energy, so the force of this strike was a full seventy-eight times the power of true qi.
Even though Mo Weiren used every means at his disposal, in an instant, he first used the destructive true energy to counteract it, then used the protective true energy to resist it, and finally tried his best to twist his body to disperse the power, but in the end, he could not completely eliminate the divine power of the clumsy dragon's fall to earth.
His jade knife shattered into pieces with a clang, and the arm that held it was also smashed into dust. Jade fragments and bone chips exploded like a storm of bullets, slamming into his body. His chest and abdomen were riddled with bloody, mangled slabs, one leg was smashed and broken off at the knee, and his other leg was riddled with holes. Half of his face was covered with jade fragments, like pure white stars, with large and small bleeding meteorite craters. Even one of his eyeballs exploded.
"Ouch!!! It hurts so much!!" Mo Weiren cried out in a pitiful, hoarse voice, his throat and trachea injured.
"You old pig! Your death is near!" Lin Zhuo silently channeled his internal energy to unblock his frozen blood vessels. His body was still covered in ice, but the muscles and tendons under his skin were basically unharmed; it was just that his condition looked terrible.
"You brat!!! I will kill you!! I will skin you alive to make a drum and shave your flesh to make a flute!!" In his rage, Mo Weiren saw that Lin Zhuo was seriously injured and made a misjudgment for a moment, thinking that his opponent was also at his last gasp and that he could be defeated with a little more effort.
"You scoundrel, Mo Weiren, I'll blast you into dust and bloody pulp!"
The raging storm rises again, the wind dragon raises its head, and even though the skull of the Roaring Serpent Chain Hammer has been shattered by the blows, it still exudes a lofty and unconventional aura.
The moment the Divine Warrior King saw this ball of energy, he knew he had been tricked.
He should have fled, but he's already missed his best opportunity. Now, whether he turns around or retreats, he's doomed.
At this critical moment, when life and death were at stake, Mo Weiren's disfigured and ferocious face immediately became as calm as still water.
For someone who is greedy for life and afraid of death, who considers himself clever, and who is heartless and shameless, to reach the position of Grandmaster, he must have an extraordinary determination and belief.
From his entire body, luminous divine veins spread and grew like roots, extending in all directions. The withered bones buried beneath the earth trembled, and clusters of eerie phosphorescent flames rose from the soil like starlight, flowing into Mo Weiren's body along the divine veins.
His already aged face instantly became even more gaunt, and his silvery-white hair withered and fell away in an instant.
The Grandmaster's life-or-death method disregards heavenly tribulations and single-mindedly absorbs the vital energy of heaven and earth.
The spiritual essence that merged with the Frosty Prison River absorbed mortal energy at an astonishing speed, causing the true energy surging around Mo Weiren to also surge. The chilling aura that spread out caused the mass grave to enter the dead of winter two months earlier, with snow falling in the air and frost covering the ground.
Mo Weiren slowly raised his finger, and a vast amount of true energy surged from his fingertip. It was clearly extremely cold, yet it pulsed like flames. This firelight was deathly white, like sun-dried bones, and surged towards Lin Zhuo like waves crashing on the shore. In the depths of this firelight, a Bodhisattva with three heads and six arms vaguely appeared, standing on a mountain of corpses, with a sea of blood above his head, a blue face and fangs, devoid of compassion, only displaying the cruel majesty of punishing sins and judging all living beings.
This is a finger technique created by Mo Weiren.
This Bodhisattva embodies the essence of the lifelong beliefs of the Demonic Cult's Divine Warrior King.
In a world where dynasties have never existed, the Demonic Cult's ideal is to establish imperial power, with the Dharma King being the emperor, and Mo Weiren himself considering himself the prime minister, the head of all ministers.
He truly longed for such a future, a new world where the world bowed down and all people turned to him. When that world was established, all the sins and karma on his body would be washed away by this supreme merit, and all the souls who died at his hands during the establishment of the great cause would be liberated from hell and enjoy eternal bliss.
"Disrespecting the law deserves the death penalty!" Mo Weiren didn't speak, but he knew Lin Zhuo had heard him.
In this fleeting moment, they will soon decide the victor and the loser, their fighting spirit has reached its limit, and their divine will is clashing like never before.
It was at this moment that Lin Zhuo's divine will suddenly embraced Mo Weiren's fighting spirit, just as he resonated with the Taoist priests of Yanwei Mountain, exchanging insights and understanding the Dharma together.
What Mo Weiren conveyed to him were all the murders he had committed in his life, and all sorts of horrific scenes and emotions.
"How is this possible? How could you do such a thing? The initiation technique isn't like this—" Mo Weiren naturally sensed his opponent's thoughts.
This was the first time he had ever heard of someone being able to receive a spiritual empowerment during battle, and he couldn't believe that Lin Zhuo's fighting spirit had allowed him to withstand all the mental attacks from Mo Weiren without any ripples.
In an instant, the grandmaster released all the emotions that had been building up in his heart. He felt relieved, and his mind was completely empty. He was free from worry and fear, neither happy nor sad, and sank into an indescribable state of tranquility and composure.
Because of this fleeting momentary mental turmoil, Mo Weiren's flawless finger technique revealed an unexpected flaw.
The mountain of corpses beneath the White Bone Bodhisattva's feet trembled, causing the Bodhisattva to lose her footing and fall, disappearing without a trace. The surging true energy, without its commander to suppress it, instantly became chaotic and disordered.
"It's over, you old pig-dog. Take all your guilt and go to hell with you."
Lin Zhuo, of course, caught the fleeting window. The serpent chain hammer whipped up a gale, breaking through the cold, pale waves of fire, and landed heavily on Mo Weiren's chest.
With a muffled "plop".
The Demonic Cult's Mighty Heavenly King didn't utter a single last word before exploding into a cloud of bloody mist.
After his death, the terrifying visions that shrouded the mass grave vanished in an instant.
The bright sunlight illuminated the mess on the ground, the calm Lin Zhuo standing in the desolate wilderness, and the dazzled, speechless martial arts practitioners not far away.
With a snap, the overburdened serpent chain hammer finally broke and fell.
Lin Zhuo looked at the remaining rope in his hand and shook his head regretfully. "Killing a bastard has cost me one of my generals. Alas, it's not worth it, not worth it at all."
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