fynovel Chapter 3389 Miscalculation (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Chapter 3389 Miscalculation (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Chapter 3389 Miscalculation (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Such power.
It seems to be about to devour the entire Eastern Abyss Domain.
The battlefield below, belonging to the Cloud Thunder Immortal Sect, was the first to bear the brunt.
When this power swept across all sides, Yan Wuxiang and other powerful figures from the Heavenly Demon Holy Land who were secretly observing the battle turned tail and ran almost immediately.
Don't go!
That is death!
Even Yan Wuxiang, who had already reached the semi-saint realm, was now filled with immense fear.
He didn't even have time to think too much; he just wanted to get away from here as soon as possible.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Yan Wuxiang finally stopped.
Looking back again.
The void before them had completely returned to nothingness, with only chaotic, turbulent power raging endlessly.
"Hiss—this is the power of a sixth-tier half-saint. I hope the Holy Lord will be alright!"
Yan Wuxiang's heart skipped a beat, and his expression turned somewhat ugly.
This situation was completely unexpected for him.
Just moments before, it seemed Venerable Jueming was about to perish, but in the next instant, he resolutely self-destructed.
The power of a powerful individual self-destructing at this level horrified Yan Wuxiang.
That is, he ran fast enough, and he didn't get too close to the battlefield.
otherwise.
Under this force.
Even if one were to reach the semi-saint realm, it is likely that death would be inevitable.
This was the closest Yan Wuxiang had ever felt to death since breaking through to the semi-saint realm.
He never expected it.
With his current cultivation level and strength, he wouldn't even be able to withstand a single aftershock of power.
but--
What Yan Wuxiang cared about most was Shen Changqing's life or death.
The other party's life or death was related to the rise and fall of the Heavenly Demon Holy Land, so Yan Wuxiang naturally did not want the other party to perish here.
but.
Looking at the world-destroying might before him.
Yan Wuxiang fell silent again.
Such self-destructive power would be enough to kill even a half-saint, let alone an Immortal Emperor.
Even though Shen Changqing's strength is astonishing and cannot be measured by the standards of an Immortal Emperor, no matter how strong the opponent is, he cannot compare to Venerable Jue Ming.
and so.
This level of self-destruction.
In Yan Wuxiang's view, the chances of the other party escaping were extremely slim.
The Demon God Jidu said in a deep voice, "The Holy Lord will be fine. A mere Six Tribulation Half-Saint is not qualified to kill the Holy Lord!"
As soon as these words came out.
Yan Wuxiang's expression faltered slightly. He looked at the Jidu Demon God in front of him, and then at the other innate demon gods, only to find that they all remained calm.
See here.
He couldn't help but ask tentatively, "Lord Ketu, may I ask which power you all come from?"
“We serve the Holy Lord. There are some things that the Deputy Holy Lord should ask the Holy Lord about. If the Holy Lord doesn’t say anything, we shouldn’t say anything more.”
Ketu, the Demon God, smiled slightly but did not answer the question.
Hear the words.
Yan Wuxiang grew increasingly curious, but he did not press the matter further.
If the other party wanted to say it, they would have said it already.
Their direct refusal clearly indicates they have no intention of continuing the discussion.
Continue to ask follow-up questions.
It's meaningless.
What's more.
The powerful beings like the Demon God Jidu all obeyed that Holy Lord. If I were to investigate further, I might indirectly incur the Holy Lord's displeasure.
In addition-
The calmness of Ketu and the other innate demon gods reassured Yan Wuxiang.
Although it is unclear how they determined that Shen Changqing could survive such a force.
However, in Yan Wuxiang's view, these Immortal Emperors all came from the power behind Shen Changqing, and he believed that they knew some of that person's trump cards.
Think of this.
Yan Wuxiang then looked back at the void.
at this time.
The force of the self-destruction gradually subsided.
An ancient alchemy furnace stood in the void, its lid tightly sealed. The bronze furnace body exuded a vast Daoist aura, and even the self-destruction power of a sixth-tribulation half-saint could not destroy this treasure.
Let alone destroy it.
Not even a trace was left.
Just now.
The furnace lid was lifted.
A blood-stained figure emerged from it.
"call!"
Shen Changqing exhaled a breath of turbid air, and with a wave of his hand, the Eight Trigrams Purple Sun Furnace shrank to the size of a palm and fell into his palm. Then he looked at the void in front of him and saw that the remnants of the semi-saint's Daoist aura were still rampant, and that terrifying power had not yet truly subsided.
Look at yourself again.
Shen Changqing's expression became much more serious.
"What a formidable ancient half-saint! Such a final gamble is indeed not to be underestimated!"
Although the Eight Trigrams Purple Sun Furnace withstood most of the force, a small amount of power still penetrated the furnace and landed on him.
Even with Shen Changqing's current strength, his physical body shattered under such power, and he suffered serious injuries.
If it weren't for the Eight Trigrams Purple Sun Furnace protecting him, Shen Changqing had no doubt that he would have perished under this power.
But right now.
A terrifying sword light suddenly cleaved through the void, startling Shen Changqing. Without thinking, he summoned the Eight Trigrams Purple Sun Furnace and smashed it down fiercely towards the sword light.
"boom--"
The sword light shattered.
Jiang Linyuan's blood-stained figure then appeared.
At this moment, this ancient demigod was also in poor condition. His Taoist robe was tattered, his hair was disheveled, and his aura flickered like a candle in the wind.
It is evident that even though this person blocked the self-destruction power of Venerable Jueming, he paid a heavy price.
"What does Sect Leader Jiang mean by this?"
Shen Changqing grasped the Bagua Ziyang Furnace with one hand, looked at Jiang Linyuan in front of him, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
Jiang Linyuan was somewhat alarmed that Shen Changqing was able to block his deadly sword strike. Upon hearing the other party's words, a cold and stern expression immediately appeared on his face.
"Fellow Daoist, you have too many opportunities, which may bring you mortal danger. If I kill you, not only will all these things belong to me, but even the Tai Luo Immortal Mine will belong to me!"
"It seems you know quite a lot—"
Shen Changqing's eyes turned slightly cold when he heard the words "Tailuo Immortal Mine".
really!
There is no wall that cannot be sealed.
Although Shen Changqing never thought that the secret of the Tai Luo Immortal Mine could be kept forever, its sudden leak still shocked him.
"What a pity that the Heavenly Demon Holy Land possesses such a supreme treasure as the Tai Luo Immortal Stone, yet failed to truly—"
Jiang Linyuan smiled calmly, but before he could finish speaking, Shen Changqing suddenly appeared, a charred wooden stick suddenly appearing and a top-tier semi-saint Dao aura suddenly pressing down, causing Jiang Linyuan's expression to change instantly.
moment.
Jiang Linyuan then made his move.
With a single sword strike, his towering sword energy tore through the chaotic currents and clashed with the Daoist power of the top-tier half-saint.
boom--
The moment the two clashed, an extremely chilling wave appeared, heading directly towards Shen Changqing's vital point on the back.
The one who made the move was none other than the Venerable Heartless.
As if they had planned it together, the moment Jiang Linyuan made his move, the Venerable Heartless struck from the shadows, aiming to kill Shen Changqing on the spot with a fatal blow.
These changes.
But this did not alarm Shen Changqing.
Without turning his head, he threw out the Eight Trigrams Purple Sun Furnace. The original palm-sized furnace instantly transformed into a towering mountain, blocking his way.
"Boom!!!"
The immortal sword pierced the alchemy furnace, causing it to tremble violently and emit an ancient, heavy hum.
However, as a seventh-grade innate imperial weapon, even if the Eight Trigrams Purple Sun Furnace has no offensive power, its grade alone is enough to make it difficult for many half-saints to damage it in the slightest.
The instant the Bagua Ziyang Furnace blocked the sword, Shen Changqing suddenly threw out a charred wooden stick, while Jiang Linyuan instinctively swung his sword to defend.
"boom--"
But in that very instant...
A destructive force erupted from the charred wooden stick.
That moment.
Shen Changqing directly detonated the remaining top-tier semi-saint Daoist essence within the object. Although the power of this Daoist essence was not as great as the power of Jue Ming Venerable's self-destruction, it still possessed a certain power.
No matter what.
Jiang Linyuan himself was severely injured, and his strength was reduced to less than one-tenth.
Now, affected by the power of the Dao, his injuries have been compounded.
"puff!"
Jiang Linyuan's physical body cracked again, and a large amount of immortal blood flowed out from his broken body.
Before he could truly regain his footing, Shen Changqing shattered the void and arrived.
Star Evil Divine Body!
True dragon magic!
Almost instantly, Shen Changqing unleashed his full power, drawing upon the strength of all kinds of divine abilities and the combined power of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Scripture, ultimately unleashing a supreme punch.
"not good!"
Jiang Linyuan's expression changed drastically. Faced with the power of that punch, he actually sensed the breath of death.
Immediately.
The master of the Hidden Edge Sword Sect, despite being severely injured, swung his sword, and a towering sword aura descended.
however--
Shen Changqing faced the sword head-on without retreating. He unleashed his right fist with all his might, unleashing a terrifying Daoist aura that transformed into an endless sea of blood and a mountain of corpses.
"boom!"
As fist and sword collided, the towering sword energy trembled violently, and then, to Jiang Linyuan's horrified gaze, it shattered and vanished bit by bit.
finally.
This unstoppable force broke through the protective immortal aura and struck Jiang Linyuan hard.
that moment.
Jiang Linyuan's chest exploded.
His entire body was pierced through by this punch.
His already severe injuries were exacerbated by this punch, pushing the life force of this ancient demigod to the brink of extinction.
"You are not the Celestial Emperor—!!"
Feeling his own life force slipping away, Jiang Linyuan looked at Shen Changqing with fear and disbelief in his eyes.
all the time.
He thought Shen Changqing was just an Immortal Emperor. Although the other party had a record of fighting against a Half-Saint, it was all due to external forces.
But it was only now that Jiang Linyuan suddenly realized this.
The Heavenly Demon Saint Lord's strength was not as simple as he had imagined.
Even without the protection of that top-tier semi-saint treasure, the opponent's strength had already broken through the shackles of the Immortal Emperor and truly entered the realm of immortality.
The power of that punch.
It's something even a Celestial Emperor couldn't achieve.
Even some newly promoted immortal half-saints pale in comparison to such power.
now.
Jiang Linyuan understood perfectly well that he had ultimately miscalculated.
He misjudged the strength of this Heavenly Demon Saint Lord, and found himself walking on the edge of the abyss.
Take another step back.
They would die without a burial place.