txolops Chapter 180 Blood Infant Appears Suddenly, Mo Yang Bows in Respect
Chapter 180 Blood Infant Appears Suddenly, Mo Yang Bows in Respect
The night wind was chilly, and blood flowed freely.
The thick, blood-red thunderclouds above Fengling City gradually dissipated.
On the ruins of the broken city lord's mansion, there are no more intact bricks and tiles.
Dark red puddles accumulated on the broken bluestone slabs, reflecting the eerie blood-red crescent moon in the sky.
The cold wind whipped up dust and a fishy smell from the ground, swept across the bare tree trunks, and howled mournfully.
The Blood Swordsman stood in mid-air, his face pale and handsome, the blood-red vertical line between his brows slowly writhing like a living thing, his wide, dark red robe fluttering in the wind.
At this moment, the aura emanating from him was completely different from before.
It was a sense of perfect harmony, as if one were connected to the very fabric of the world.
The pressure from the early Nascent Soul stage was like an invisible sea, completely sealing off the space within a hundred miles.
The dark red longsword without a guard hovered beside him, its blade surface swirling with a viscous, lava-like blood-red light, each flash accompanied by a faint hum as it sliced through the void.
Ji Wuyue, standing on the other end of the air, had an extremely ugly expression on her face.
His magnificent purple-gold robe was covered in dust and bloodstains, and his chest heaved violently.
As a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator from the Central Continent Demonic Sect, he should have been able to completely overwhelm a newly formed Nascent Soul cultivator. However, he felt a chill emanating from the depths of the other's soul.
That was an absolute suppression in terms of the grade of the cultivation technique.
The secret techniques of the Central Plains Holy Sect that he cultivated were like a mudfish encountering a true dragon in the face of the red-robed sword cultivator's primordial demonic energy; even their circulation became extremely sluggish.
No, we absolutely cannot let this drag on.
This person has just formed his Nascent Soul, and his realm is not yet stable. We must kill him now, otherwise, once he gains complete control of that power, we will surely be the ones who die.
A fierce glint flashed in Ji Wuyue's eyes.
He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of purplish-black Nascent Soul blood onto the ghost-headed broadsword in his hand.
A violent, purplish-black spiritual energy erupted from his body, compressing the surrounding air and causing a series of sonic booms.
He raised his greatsword, and a towering, hundred-foot-tall phantom of the Purple Blood Demon materialized in the void behind him.
The phantom had four arms, a ferocious face, and was surrounded by a corpse aura that corroded everything.
"Purple Extreme Heaven-Slaying Technique!"
Ji Wuyue roared and slashed down with both hands, gripping her sword.
The hundred-foot-tall phantom of the Purple Extreme Blood Demon also made a slashing motion.
A purplish-black blade of light, hundreds of feet long, tore through the sky, carrying a destructive force powerful enough to split the entire Fengling City in two, and crashed down towards the Blood Swordsman's head.
Before the blade even arrived, the earth below could no longer withstand the terrifying wind pressure, and a huge, bottomless canyon split open.
The Blood Swordsman raised his chin, his crimson eyes filled with indifference. He neither dodged nor defended, but simply slowly raised his right hand.
With his movement, the blood-stained sword without a hilt instantly fell into his palm.
The newly formed crimson nascent soul formed hand seals within its dantian, and an extremely pure blood demon essence surged into the longsword through its meridians.
The Blood Swordsman flicked his wrist slightly and casually swung his sword forward.
A thin, hair-like red line silently peeled away from the sword tip, heading towards the devastating, purplish-black blade light.
The red line and the blade met in mid-air.
The purplish-black blade of light, powerful enough to cleave mountains, melted away silently the moment it touched the red line, like snowflakes under the blazing sun.
The red line sliced through the body of the Purple Extreme Blood Demon phantom with overwhelming force, its momentum undiminished, heading straight for Ji Wuyue's face.
Ji Wuyue's pupils contracted sharply, and her heart skipped a beat.
His prized finishing move was so easily neutralized by his opponent.
Moreover, the cutting principles attached to that tiny red line were enough to send chills down his spine, even for someone in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
"retreat!"
Ji Wuyue had only this one thought left in her mind.
He retreated rapidly, simultaneously forming hand seals to block the vast throne, which was pieced together from countless crystalline white bones, in front of him.
This bone throne was a defensive treasure he had painstakingly crafted over hundreds of years. It was indestructible and could withstand the full force of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
The red thread struck the bone throne, producing a crackling sound.
A deep crack appeared on the seemingly indestructible surface of the bone throne, and then the crack spread rapidly like a spider web. Accompanied by a mournful wailing, the entire bone throne exploded, turning into a shower of bone dust.
However, thanks to this brief moment of obstruction, Ji Wuyue narrowly avoided the fatal blow.
The red line grazed his shoulder, slicing away a large chunk of his flesh.
Purple blood gushed out, and Ji Wuyue let out a painful groan, her face turning deathly pale instantly.
The Blood Swordsman, sword in hand, treads on the void as he walks step by step toward Ji Wuyue.
His steps were slow, and with each step he took, a blood-red ripple would spread through the surrounding space.
An indescribable chilling aura locked onto Ji Wuyue.
"Who are you? How could someone with such a bloodline heritage as you possibly be born in a remote and impoverished place like Dongzhou?"
Ji Wuyue clutched the wound on her shoulder, her voice filled with undisguised panic.
His pride in his cultivation level and his pride in his background became a joke in front of this red-robed swordsman.
The Blood Swordsman still didn't answer, his eyes looking as if he were looking at a lifeless object.
The crimson nascent soul within the dantian opened its mouth again and took a deep breath.
The Blood Swordsman's Blood Sword, without any crossbars, emitted a deafening sword cry, and its blade instantly grew to ten zhang in length.
He gripped the sword with both hands and raised it high above his head.
"Blood Calamity Sword Prison!"
A hoarse, piercing sound echoed through the night sky.
As the Blood Swordsman swung his sword, a huge gash was cut open in the sky.
Endless blood poured down from the opening, transforming into thousands of sharp blood swords that intertwined around Ji Wuyue, forming a massive cage of sword energy.
Each blood sword burns with divine and demonic fire capable of incinerating the primordial spirit.
This is the ultimate destructive power transmitted by Gu Yan himself through the Divine Demon Golden Core. After merging with the Blood Demon Origin, it gave birth to this terrifying divine power capable of annihilating everything.
Ji Wuyue was trapped in a sword prison, surrounded by impenetrable blood-red sword blades on all sides.
He frantically brandished his demon-headed broadsword, trying to carve out a path to survival.
The purplish-black blade energy surged left and right within the sword prison, but for every blood sword it shattered, two new blood swords immediately filled the void.
The blood-red swords, burning with flames, continuously sliced through his protective purple aura, making a hissing sound.
As her protective aura grew thinner, Ji Wuyue sensed the shadow of death rapidly approaching.
"I am not reconciled! I am the pride of the Central Continent Holy Sect, destined to become a Nascent Soul cultivator. How can I die at the hands of an ant from the Eastern Continent!"
Ji Wuyue appeared to be insane, with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes.
He knew that conventional methods were no longer sufficient to break the deadlock.
Only by risking everything can we have a glimmer of hope.
Ji Wuyue crushed the ghost-headed broadsword in his hand into pieces. The massive fragments of the magical weapon, mixed with his nascent soul essence, converged into a strange purple rune on his chest.
"The Heavenly Demon disintegrates, its blood escape spanning ten thousand miles!"
He roared fiercely, and his body suddenly exploded.
There was no scene of flying blood and flesh; his physical body directly transformed into an extremely dense cloud of purple blood mist.
At the center of this blood mist, a tiny purple nascent soul, no bigger than an inch in size and with features identical to Ji Wuyue's, clutched a storage ring and transformed into an elusive bolt of purple lightning, attempting to break through the Sword Prison's blockade and escape to the distant horizon.
This is an extremely dangerous and deadly secret technique for survival.
He abandoned his physical body, burning most of his nascent soul's essence in exchange for the speed to instantly traverse space.
As long as the nascent soul escapes and is reborn through possession, there is still a possibility of making a comeback.
The purple lightning was moving at an extreme speed, even exceeding the detection limit of a Nascent Soul cultivator's divine sense.
In the blink of an eye, the purple light had already reached the edge of the Sword Prison, just a hair's breadth away from disappearing into the void.
However, a cold, mocking glint flashed in the Blood Swordsman's eyes.
Trying to use Blood Escape Technique in front of him is like showing off one's limited skills before an expert.
"seal up."
The Blood Swordsman parted his thin lips slightly and uttered a cold word.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within hundreds of miles instantly went berserk.
The massive Blood Calamity Sword Prison did not chase after the purple light, but instead collapsed inward, transforming into a fist-sized blood-red crystal.
The purple nascent soul, which had already stepped halfway into the void, suddenly found the surrounding space as hard as iron.
The power of the laws inherent to the Blood Demon severed all his connection with the outside world.
The purple light abruptly stopped in mid-air, revealing Ji Wuyue's terrified nascent soul phantom.
"No! Spare me! I'm willing to submit! My Central Plains Holy Sect has endless resources; if you spare my life, I'll give you everything!"
Ji Wuyue's nascent soul let out a desperate scream, its voice shrill and mournful.
The Blood Swordsman flashed and appeared before Ji Wuyue's nascent soul like a ghost.
He stretched out his pale, slender right hand and grabbed the purple nascent soul.
"I will take the resources of Zhongzhou myself. As for you, your greatest value is to become my nourishment."
A massive devouring power surged from the Blood Swordsman's palm.
Before Ji Wuyue could even let out a final scream, his nascent soul was crushed by this force, transforming into a pure and vast stream of purple demonic energy that flowed into the Blood Swordsman's dantian through his arm.
The essence of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator's life's cultivation is nothing short of a super tonic for the Blood Swordsman who has just broken through.
The crimson nascent soul greedily devoured this energy, and its previously somewhat unstable realm instantly stabilized at the early stage of the nascent soul stage, showing a faint tendency to advance towards the middle stage.
The crimson nascent soul greedily devoured this energy, and its previously somewhat unstable realm instantly stabilized at the early stage of the nascent soul stage, showing a faint tendency to advance towards the middle stage.
At the same time, Gu Yan, who was far away in the Liuyun Sect, also received a tremendous amount of feedback power through a mysterious connection. His Qi Sea and Dantian became even more expansive, and the light of his Divine Demon Golden Core became even more dazzling.
Ji Wuyue is dead.
Their souls and spirits were annihilated, leaving them no chance even for reincarnation.
The storage ring that fell from mid-air was caught by the Blood Swordsman and casually stuffed into his wide robe sleeve.
There must be all the secrets of the Central Plains Demonic Sect regarding this plan there.
The battle is over.
The terrifying pressure that had enveloped Fengling City quickly dissipated, allowing countless lives to catch their breath once more.
The night wind blew again, bringing a biting chill.
This once prosperous border city of the Great Yan Kingdom has now become a completely dead city.
The dilapidated houses, the corpses scattered on the ground, and the dried bloodstains silently testify to the horrific massacre that took place a few days ago.
The Blood Swordsman sheathed his ungripless blood sword and slowly descended from mid-air.
Instead of leaving immediately, he turned his gaze toward the mass grave in the south of the city.
Amidst the mud and piles of corpses, a faint yet exceptionally tenacious trace of human life lingered, never fading away.
He was the only survivor in the city.
With a slight movement, the Blood Swordsman shrank the distance between the ground and the earth, arriving at the mass grave in just a few breaths.
Amidst the intertwined withered branches and broken trees, beside a newly dug grave, Hua Moyang remained kneeling on the ground.
Her clothes were soaked through with rain and mud, and her hair was plastered messily to her face.
Those hands, stained with mud and blood, gripped tightly the cold iron hairpin carved with forsythia flowers.
She had witnessed the entire epic battle between the gods that had just taken place.
She saw that arrogant purple-robed envoy, who looked down on ordinary people, being crushed like a stray dog when faced with this red-robed man.
She also saw the sky filled with blood and the long sword that symbolized death.
She was a mortal. Faced with the power to destroy a city with a wave of her hand, she should have fainted from fright or knelt on the ground, frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy.
But she simply raised her head, her clear black and white eyes fixed on the Blood Swordsman who walked up to her.
So close, she could even smell the man's blood and feel the chilling aura emanating from him.
This is a peerless demon who is a hundred times more terrifying than those villains.
But so what?
This is the demon who slaughtered all the murderers who ravaged Fengling City.
The Blood Swordsman lowered his head, his scarlet eyes looking down at the mortal girl who seemed like an ant.
He could sense a faint trace of royal dragon energy within her, but this energy was useless to him in his current state.
Just as he turned around, preparing to break through the void and leave to find a place to seclude himself and digest Ji Wuyue's treasures.
"thump."
A dull thud sounded from behind.
Hua Moyang knelt down, placed the cold iron hairpin in the mud, clasped her hands together, and slammed her forehead heavily against the cold, rough stone surface, causing blood to flow continuously.
"Immortal, please wait!"
Hua Moyang's voice was hoarse and dry, carrying a resolute air of disregarding life and death.
The Blood Swordsman stopped and turned his head, his crimson eyes glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.
"Something's up."
The cold voice had no warmth whatsoever.
Hua Moyang straightened her upper body, letting the blood from her forehead slide down her cheeks.
Her eyes burned with two flames of hatred as she stared at the Blood Swordsman's dark red robes.
"Everyone in the city is dead. Granny Li is dead, Uncle Wang is dead. They were all good people, yet they died like pigs and dogs. Those high and mighty cultivators, for their own greed, could easily slaughter our entire city."
Hua Moyang's body trembled violently, her fingers digging deeply into the soil.
"I refuse to accept this! Why should mortals be slaughtered at will? Why are they allowed to be high and mighty? I will take revenge! I will slaughter all those beasts who wear the cloak of immortals!"
She kowtowed heavily again, her voice filled with heart-wrenching pain, echoing endlessly in the empty mass grave.
"I beg the immortal to accept me as your disciple! Teach me the art of killing! Even if I fall into the demonic path, even if I suffer eternal damnation, even if I offer my soul to evil spirits, I, Mo Yang, will do it willingly!"
A cold wind howled, lifting the tattered hem of Hua Moyang's clothes.
A lowly mortal girl, amidst this pile of corpses, uttered the most humble yet most fervent plea to a ruthless demon who had just committed countless murders.
The Blood Swordsman turned around, his scarlet eyes silently gazing at the girl kneeling at his feet.
He saw the hatred in her eyes, and he saw my pure desire for revenge.
That look in his eyes reminded him of when he had struggled on the brink of life and death.
The Blood Swordsman remained silent for a long time.
Just when Hua Moyang thought the Blood Swordsman would laugh at her wishful thinking and slap her to death.
The Blood Swordsman slowly opened his lips.