Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Chapter 1939 Sword Qi Rains Down, Blood Sacrifice for All Living Beings

Although the Void Pearl was Mo Fan's treasure, when he gave it to them, he also had them imprint their marks on the pearl, allowing them to control it to a certain extent.

"I'm afraid it's impossible..."

Yun Rou smiled bitterly, then sighed, "That person's cultivation is truly terrifying. He has already used the power of laws to trap the Void Pearl..."

"What!?"

Bai Yaoyao was shocked upon hearing this, and then activated the power of the mark, enabling her to see the outside world.

In the sky, Zheng Hongyun stretched out his right hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and wisps of faint seven-colored light floated out from his palm, directly wrapping around a bead.

At this moment, the bead trembled violently and kept hitting its surroundings, but it was unable to break free from the restraint of the seven-colored light.

"Shh!"

A sword light appeared, and a terrifying sword aura slashed directly at the bead!

boom--

A terrifying aura poured forth, unleashing a dazzling display of light and flame on the surface of the bead, while a powerful sword light surged forth, striking the massive landmass beneath the bead that was slowly sinking.

Rumbling--

The earth cracked and shattered completely. Under this sword strike, a huge chasm was split open, even separating the seawater!

The power of that single sword strike was terrifying!

However, after this sword strike, the bead remained suspended in mid-air, undamaged.

This scene surprised Zheng Hongyun, who then sneered, "You ants may not be very capable, but you have quite a lot of treasures!"

"This thing was actually able to block my attack, so it must be at least a top-tier ancient treasure. It would be a pity if it were destroyed."

"Since you want to be rats in a cave, then I will let you witness firsthand how I will personally destroy your world!!"

After saying this, Zheng Hongyun burst into wild laughter. Then, he used the power of the laws to bind the Void Pearl, took it with him, and immediately transformed into a sword light and fled into the distance.

The sword light was terrifying, instantly tearing through the void, allowing Zheng Hongyun to escape directly into another dimension.

He quickly flew out of the area where the Flying Peng Secret Realm was located and entered the chaotic Shattered Star Sea.

The sight here surprised Zheng Hongyun somewhat.

"So that's how it is! This world was once an ancient battlefield in the ancient times. No wonder there are so many treasures here!"

Zheng Hongyun muttered to himself, suddenly becoming cautious.

As the second elder of the Zheng family, he had ventured into too many secret realms and ancient battlefields, and thus knew very well how terrifying such ancient battlefields were.

Sure enough, after he had been hiding for a while, he was disturbed by some chaotic laws, and even a terrible law storm appeared.

However, he was ultimately a half-step Great Sage with exceptional cultivation, and he managed to avoid these dangers, eventually traversing the perilous Shattered Star Sea and reaching the Stormy Sea.

He broke through space once more, emerging from another dimension and standing amidst the endless gale, his robes fluttering wildly, yet he completely ignored the terrifying gale that was powerful enough to shatter mountains and islands.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful divine thought surged out from between his eyebrows, almost instantly enveloping the entire storm sea!

The Storm Sea, with its towering waves and razor-sharp winds, was originally a forbidden place for cultivators from all over the Nine Provinces to retreat and cultivate in seclusion.

Suddenly, an invisible divine thought swept across the entire sea like a thunderclap from the heavens, piercing through layers of storms and reaching the depths of the cultivators' secluded caves.

"Om-"

Countless cultivators suddenly opened their eyes, their pupils instantly filled with horror, and their spiritual energy violently fluctuated uncontrollably.

Some people's futons, where they sat cross-legged, shattered with a crash; some people's spiritual light, formed by hand seals, suddenly dissipated; and some even spat out a mouthful of blood, their faces ashen white.

"What...what kind of aura is this?!"

A Core Formation cultivator trembled all over, his jaw chattering.

"With just a single divine thought, I couldn't even muster the idea of ​​resistance. It was as if I were facing the Heavenly Dao, which holds the power of life and death!"

"Horrible! So scary!"

Another Core Formation cultivator gripped his protective magic weapon tightly, his voice filled with despair.

"Could it be that celestial beings from the upper realm have broken through to cleanse this world?"

"Even if we shut ourselves in seclusion, it's useless! This kind of pressure is simply beyond our ability to withstand!"

Whispers turned into deep fear. Even those Nascent Soul cultivators who had been in seclusion and whose lifespans were nearly exhausted broke out of their seclusion, their gazes toward the sky filled with unprecedented solemnity and terror.

How could he possibly have even the slightest thought of seclusion?

In an instant, streaks of light tore through the storm and sped wildly toward the outer edge of the sea, seeking only to get away from this terrifying source.

Just then, a voice as indifferent as ice suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth, devoid of any warmth, yet carrying a murderous intent capable of scorching mountains and boiling seas. It pierced through the storm, crossed the seas, and swept towards the coastal territories of several continents:

"I am Zheng Hongyun from Qingwu Continent in the Spirit Realm!"

“A thousand years ago, my grandson Zheng Feiyun perished in this world!”

"Today, I, the Supreme Being, descend to this world to offer a blood sacrifice to all living beings and settle this karmic debt!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the world seemed to stand still for a moment.

The giant waves of the storm sea suddenly rose tens of thousands of feet high, crashing against the islands and reefs with a deafening roar; the coastal people looked up at the sky, their faces drained of color, and they all knelt down with a thud, burning incense and kowtowing, their prayers rising and falling, begging the heavens to calm their anger and not to harm them; even the cultivators far in the heart of the continent could feel the world-destroying power contained in that voice, and a huge boulder weighed heavily on their hearts.

On the sea, Little Golden Roc stood atop the warship, his black cloak fluttering in the gale.

He took a deep breath, the surging sorrow in his chest almost overwhelming him.

That voice, that murderous intent, says it all.

Despite the elaborate arrangements of the Fei Peng Secret Realm and the resistance of the Myriad Demon Dynasty, the effort ultimately failed.

His father has probably already passed away.

Two lines of bloody tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, only to be dried by the strong wind in an instant.

Little Golden Roc gritted his teeth, the despair in his eyes faded, and a raging fire ignited, his demonic aura surging and soaring into the sky.

He is the leader of the Nine Provinces Alliance, the hope of hundreds of millions of lives.

At this moment, he had nowhere to retreat!

"Soldiers!"

The little golden roc soared into the sky, its sword clattering as it was drawn from its sheath, its light illuminating the entire sea like an inverted Milky Way.

"The celestial beings are about to arrive!"

Behind us lies our homeland, our parents, wives, and children, the home where generations have lived!

If we retreat, our homeland will be lost and our loved ones will perish!

If we fight, there is still a glimmer of hope; we can still protect what we cherish!

He raised his longsword high, roared to the sky, and his voice shook the universe: "Fellow warriors, do you dare to follow me, the leader of the alliance, and fight to the death against the celestial beings?!"

"I am willing to fight to the death with the Alliance Leader against the Celestials!!"

"I am willing to fight to the death with the Alliance Leader against the Celestials!!"

"I am willing to go to the Yellow Springs with the Alliance Leader to protect our homeland!!"

A deafening roar broke through the storm and echoed across the sea.

Countless cultivators ascended into the sky on their swords, warships roared in unison, and the spiritual light of magical treasures converged into a vast starry river.

It's not that they weren't afraid of death, but their country and loved ones were more important than life and death itself.

The celestial beings are determined to cleanse the world of its inhabitants with blood; there is no place in this land where one can live a life of ignominy.

Only by fighting to the death can we survive!

At the same time, the sky over the stormy sea area suddenly darkened.

The raindrops, the size of beans, appeared out of nowhere, densely packed, blotting out the sun.

But it was no ordinary rain; it was formed from billions of sharp sword energies, each drop shimmering with a chilling light and containing a killing intent powerful enough to tear apart the soul.

"It's sword energy! Quickly summon your protective magic weapon!"

Some cultivators who were desperately fleeing let out a roar.

But it was too late. The rain of swords poured down, landing on the cultivator and penetrating his protective aura without any hindrance.

Screams echoed throughout the stormy sea as figures were instantly shredded by sword energy, their flesh mangled and falling from the sky into the surging waves, stirring up bursts of crimson.

A Nascent Soul ancestor roared and summoned his natal magic weapon in an attempt to block the rain of swords. However, several sword energies pierced through the magic weapon and also through the cultivator's body, causing the light in his eyes to suddenly go out and his body to fall into the sea like a kite with a broken string.

Even Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't withstand the rain of swords, let alone Core Formation cultivators; they would die instantly upon contact, with no way to escape.

In an instant, corpses kept falling into the sea, staining the stormy sea red.

The aura of death spread like a thick fog, intertwining with the storm and sword energy, turning this desolate place into a living hell.