Chapter 285: Behead the Holy Son!
The Tower of Babel was transformed by the Patriarch Tongtian. Once he wakes up, he will control the Four Swords of Zhuxian and start a killing spree without distinguishing between friend and foe.
The guardians were unaware of this and during the only time they took the initiative to attack Dongsheng Shenzhou, they accidentally awakened Tongtian Sect Master, resulting in the deaths of four guardians on the spot.
It is somewhat fortunate that the extraterritorial demons of that generation were also chopped to death by Master Tongtian, with three saint sons and tens of thousands of demons. This prevented the Guardian Temple, whose strength had fallen to the bottom, from being broken by the extraterritorial demons during the most difficult days.
It is difficult to say whether this "no distinction between friend and foe" is the last struggle of Master Tongtian - even if his spiritual intelligence has been wiped out, even if his physical body has been refined into the Tower of Babel and has become the base camp of the extraterritorial demons in the trial land of Dongsheng Shenzhou, Master Tongtian's pride may still not allow himself to become a pure puppet .
It is possible to wake Him up to kill the enemies, but the demons from outside the realm must also be prepared to die under the sword of Zhu Xian.
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The conditions for actively awakening the Tower of Babel are in the hands of the Holy Son-level figures of the Extraterritorial Demon.
It is necessary to perform a certain ritual and sacrifice something in order to actively awaken the Tower of Babel.
However, unless there is no doubt of death and the enemy is to be dragged down with him, no Holy Son would dare to awaken the Tower of Babel.
Because that would be pure suicide.
As for the passive awakening of the Tower of Babel, the personal magic weapons of Laozi, Yuanshi Tianzun, and Tongtian Jiaozhu must appear in the Dongsheng Shenzhou and burst out with a strong enough fighting aura.
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An Wuji sacrificed a piece of blue origin that condensed the essence of the origin of a certain reincarnation world, and communicated with the Tower of Babel across the distant time and space, asking the Tower of Babel to lead him back to the tower.
This kind of sacrificial return will not awaken the Tower of Babel, but will only slightly stimulate some of its instincts.
But there are still dangers.
There was once a demon from outside the domain who did not belong to one of the four major demon sects, but like Xuan Wuyue, he had the strength of a saint son. When facing a desperate situation, he sacrificed the blue origin and activated the power of return.
In the end, he did come back, but what he returned to the Tower of Babel was just a torn body.
On every piece of debris, there is the remnant of sword energy that makes the Saint Son-level demon tremble with fear.
In his eyes, which were filled with horror and despair and could not close even after death, there were still two blazing white sword marks. When other demons were checking his body, the two sword marks suddenly burst out, instantly strangling hundreds of true demons and seriously injuring a Holy Son at that time.
Since then, unless it is absolutely necessary, the extraterritorial demons would rather travel on their own than activate the ability to sacrifice and return.
This time, An Wuji had no choice but to take a huge risk and sacrifice himself to return.
Fortunately, luck seemed to be on his side this time.
He returned to the Tower of Babel intact and returned to his own small world.
As the holy son of the Changye Sect, An Wuji naturally has a long-term leased small world in the Tower of Babel.
This small world is shrouded in darkness all year round. It is barren and has almost no resources.
All the resources were carried by An Wuji, and were destroyed in one wave when he was hit by the Seven Arrows Book.
Now that he had returned to the Small Thousand Worlds, he could not find any resources to cultivate his body and mind. He could only sit in the empty Long Night Demon Palace, holding his head, shivering with a pale face.
"Why did this happen? Why did I get so excited that I went to provoke the Martial Saint Ni Kun?
“His presence…
“Even if the one in this trial universe is just a projection of His true self, it is definitely not someone that a mere Son of the Long Night can provoke!
"Why on earth have I gone mad? Why did I dare to provoke him?"
An Wuji was in a daze and couldn't figure out why he acted impulsively. He even said shamelessly: Martial Saint, I am here to kill you.
Now, not only was he beaten and fled for his life, but his true body was also reduced by 50%, and his strength was less than 40% of what it was at its peak.
What made him even more uncomfortable was that he was penniless and had no resources to recover from his injuries.
If I recover slowly...
It would take at least three to five thousand years to recover to its heyday.
But will others give him time?
Will the other candidates for the Holy Sons of the Changye Sect, who are eyeing him covetously, including the Blood God Son, Yuan Miaohua, Yutian Holy Son, Xuan Wuyue and others, give him time?
If they discovered his current weak state, they would probably pounce on him like a hungry wolf and eat him up, leaving nothing behind, right?
“No, from now on, you can’t leave the Tower of Babel so easily! As long as you hide here, no one can come in without my permission... Even if the sect wants to deprive me of my status as a Holy Son, I will never go out! I will hide here for three to five thousand years, practicing hard until my injuries are fully recovered..."
As he was talking to himself at a rapid pace with his mouth twitching neurotically, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a fleeting faint blue light from the corner of his eye.
This small world is shrouded in long night all year round and is desolate. Apart from him, there are no other living beings and no light source. Where can the light come from?
An Wuji was startled and looked sideways. He saw that the direction where the faint blue light came from was empty and there was nothing unusual.
The divine sense, still powerful as ever, swept across with a bang, instantly sweeping across the entire hall, and then spread outside the hall, sweeping every inch of this desolate small world shrouded in the long night, but still did not find anything unusual.
"No? How could there be no? I clearly saw it!"
The corners of An Wuji's eyes twitched repeatedly:
"No wonder it was an illusion? My injuries were so serious that I couldn't even control my own thoughts and couldn't even tell if I was seeing an illusion or not?"
He clenched his teeth, clenched his shaking hands tightly, his knuckles turned white and veins were exposed:
"No, this can't be an illusion. I definitely saw a faint blue flash just now... But why didn't I see anything, and didn't find anything? Who is playing tricks on me?"
Just when he was becoming suspicious, a soft laugh suddenly sounded from behind An Wuji.
An Wuji's scalp exploded, his back felt numb, and he let out a loud roar. Pitch-black demonic energy surged out and transformed into countless pitch-black tentacles, which rushed towards the direction where the laughter came from behind him.
Even though he was severely injured, and even though he had less than 40% of his cultivation left, he was still an unrivaled demon with the power to destroy the world. He could still smash ordinary planets to pieces with a single palm, and could still kill cultivators from various sects below the rank of Son of God with a single finger.
At this moment, he burst out with all his strength regardless of the consumption. Even the Blood God Son, Yuan Miaohua and other saint-level demons had to take his attack seriously.
However.
The dense tentacles of demonic energy strangled everything, but touched nothing. There was nothing behind him.
"How could it be? After the hallucination, there is also auditory hallucination?"
An Wuji was trembling all over. He looked back suddenly, but saw that in the darkness behind him, there was no one except his dancing black demonic energy. There was no suspicious existence at all.
"Is this really an auditory hallucination? Am I going crazy?"
An Wuji turned around trembling, his expression suddenly froze and his pupils shrank suddenly.
In front of me, a familiar figure appeared at some point.
And just as the familiar figure came into view, that figure had already taken a step forward, raised his right hand, spread out his five fingers, and five kinds of light, red, yellow, green, white and black, flowed at his fingertips, and slapped him on the top of his head.
This palm strike was as powerful as the collapse of the sky, and it was as if billions of miles of space and countless matter had all collapsed and condensed in this palm strike, sealing the five elements and locking time and space. It carried an unstoppable pressure that filled An Wuji's vision.
This palm strike even frightened An Wuji's soul, making him completely unconscious. He was without any knowledge or awareness, and could only watch in a daze as the palm strike fell on his head.
An Wuji's condition had already fallen to the bottom.
The light laughter behind him made him burst out with all his strength, which aggravated his injuries further and left him with a sense of emptiness inside.
He was missing one soul and two spirits, and his mind was already confused, almost stupid and crazy.
And Ni Kun's palm combined the magical power of Fantian Seal created by Guangchengzi, the power of the innate five elements, and the meaning of "Daqian Seal" to suppress the universe. All the power was concentrated in one palm, which not only locked time and space, but also sealed the physical body and suppressed the soul.
Given An Wuji's current state, when the palm strike fell, his mind went blank and he couldn't even think of resisting.
It seemed as if it had solidified billions of miles of void and contained countless matter, and the palm that fell down with the force of the collapsing sky.
An Wuji's mind was blank, only endless demonic energy surged from his body, condensing into countless talismans, interweaving into layers of shield that looked like a pitch-black net.
But this is just the body-protection instinct that arises in response to crisis.
But even when An Wuji was at his prime, this instinctive body protection without the active participation of consciousness was only powerful enough to barely block a casual attack from a Saint-level demon.
What's more, his current strength is less than 40% of what it was at his peak?
As the palm force fell, the dark net that seemed extremely flexible and could reduce the attack layer by layer suddenly broke like paper and collapsed layer by layer.
Ni Kun's palm was as powerful as a hot knife through butter, instantly breaking through the thousand layers of the net and imprinting on An Wuji's forehead.
Bang!
A dull roar sounded as violent palm power poured into An Wuji's head, sweeping through his entire body in an instant, spreading to every skin end of his limbs and bones, and under Ni Kun's precise control, not a single bit of power leaked out, and rolled back from the ends of his skin, repeatedly vibrating between his lungs and brain, frantically bombarding every one of his meridians, every acupoint, and every cell.
Boom boom boom…
A deafening explosion roared from An Wuji's body. The layered sound waves caused the entire hall and even the entire small world to tremble slightly, as if an earthquake had occurred.
One after another, blazing flashes of light burst out from beneath An Wuji's skin. The strong light that came one after another made his skin transparent and penetrated his skin, spreading to the outside world, making the small world shrouded in the long night appear as if it were daytime.
Furthermore, blazing flames burst out from his mouth and nose. If the energy were to fully explode, every ray of flame would be enough to cause a nuclear explosion that could destroy mountains and cities.
The roar lasted for more than ten seconds, and the strong light that flashed one after another also continued to flash for more than ten seconds.
When the roar stopped and the bright light faded, An Wuji's pupils had become as cloudy as a burnt glass ball, and were covered with fine cracks. His pale skin also turned gray like volcanic ash.
"How...did you get in?"
A faint voice came from An Wuji's body, and a wisp of remaining energy was like a flame in the wind, which could go out at any time.
"I wanted to come in, so I came in."
Ni Kun said calmly, slowly withdrawing his hand.
"I...after the first time I met you...I have already been...bewitched by you?"
"Finally got it?"
"I... hate it so much..."
"Who cares?"
Ni Kun said this calmly, tilted his head to glance at An Wuji, pursed his lips and blew away the last faint breath, which also went out lightly. An Wuji's figure turned into ashes and drifted away.
The Holy Son of the Long Night is so dark and dark that both his body and soul are destroyed!
