Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 124: Shura Road
"Shut up! We have seen many young and arrogant people like you who don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. With this kind of personality, your achievements will definitely be very limited. Without the art of fighting , you are basically a waste!"
"From now on, your crimes will be compounded by the thousands of lives lost in Nanhai City. Your crimes are unforgivable!"
The four Huayan elders, as well as Elder Zhang and the King of the South Sea, all rebuked him and mobilized their true strength.
"You are about to die, don't you realize it?" An elder was so angry at Wang Chen's scolding that he shouted loudly.
The corners of Wang Chen's mouth twitched slightly, as if he was disdainful, but a red light flashed across his eyes.
Behind him, the sword pattern flowed, and in a flash, it turned into a human-shaped sword seal with three faces and four hands.
Boom!
Everyone present seemed to be able to hear their own hearts suddenly beat twice.
The terrifying murderous aura condensed into substance and spread out from Wang Chen's body, turning the air blood red and making the ruins that had just experienced a great war seem like they had fallen into a sea of blood.
The sky was as red as blood.
"Hurry up!"
The young man in front of them actually caused a bright red celestial phenomenon, as if the sky was bathed in blood. The four elders of Huayan felt a chill in their hearts and dared not let Wang Chen's momentum gather any further.
Boom!
The four Huayan elders, Elder Zhang, and the King of the South China Sea attacked together. Their skills were passed down from the same lineage and when they were superimposed on each other, a terrifying explosion occurred.
A huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and white flames rose, bringing destructive heat. In an instant, the earth melted into a huge hole with lava surging inside.
In the flames, six people floated in the sky, like gods controlling fire.
But even as spellcasters, they found it difficult to withstand the horrific temperature.
In his eyes, the monstrous disaster was reflected, and Wang Chen's figure had disappeared.
"Has it turned into ashes?" Qian Zhongbai and other cultivators were dejected.
When Nanhai City was in the most desperate situation and all the self-proclaimed upright cultivators knelt down, it was the notorious man who killed the evil god and turned the tide, but in the end, he fell at the hands of other cultivators with the same body as human.
Sometimes human hearts are more poisonous than the devil.
"Do you want to die or not?" The King of Nanhai laughed wildly.
Elder Zhang felt relieved. The feeling of controlling the destructive spell made him feel confident again. "Those who see me kneeling, if they don't have a background, will all be killed."
A hint of murderous intent flashed across his eyes.
While the six people were thinking about their own things, something strange happened suddenly. Among the four elders, the breath of one of them suddenly weakened.
Elder Zhang turned around suddenly and looked with an incredible look at the tall and thin elder whose breath was rapidly dissipating.
His head, body, and legs seemed to be cut off in an instant by an extremely sharp blade, and only now they slowly slid down, his eyes bulging out, revealing an expression of disbelief.
Blood spurted out, and the corpse, having lost the support of true energy, broke apart and fell.
Everyone was terrified and looked up as if they had sensed something. They saw a figure shrouded in blood standing in the air, with tattered clothes fluttering in the wind.
Wang Chen's true energy has turned into bright red. He holds a sword in each hand, one sword is long and thin, the other is wide, emitting dazzling golden light.
Six Paths Sword Technique, Shura Path!
With the help of this mark that was directly imprinted in the sea of gods, he could already use this sword technique that mainly attacks and kills in a rudimentary way.
However, the true energy is consumed very quickly.
His current cultivation level is not enough to use this sword technique for too long.
"It's Jiba? How is this possible?"
The four Huayan elders usually had close personal relationships, and the instant the one they lost one of them made the remaining three elders' eyes red with anger. They all shouted loudly, passed down their magic formulas without reservation, and attacked Wang Chen like crazy.
The sound of muffled thunder was endless.
The sky was lit up by the magic spell, as bright as day, and a destructive scorching aura rolled up.
Scattered flames fell down, and fire rained down from the sky.
The sky and the earth were filled with raging flames.
Like purgatory, there are even more screams in purgatory.
The three Huayan elders looked at the golden and red afterimages galloping by in horror, and even the sword energy turned red.
However, the inherited magic formula that was powerful enough to blow a mountain into rubble or even melt it could not keep up with the opponent's speed and all fell into the air.
But it's like gorgeous fireworks blooming continuously in the air.
The terrifying speed made them feel powerless.
The scarlet sword energy was as dense as fine threads, interweaving into a net, like a whirlpool, drawing the three people in.
Flames rose from the long-faced old woman's eyes, causing a terrifying explosion, but she was unable to withstand the attacks from all directions. A flash of sword light passed by, splitting the raging fire and herself in half.
The fat old man displayed an extremely fast speed that was totally inconsistent with his body shape. Countless afterimages appeared in the air as he tried his best to dodge. However, before the afterimages disappeared, his head and body were separated and he fell downwards.
A puff of blood rain fell, and the short old man fell down with unwilling eyes, and several transparent holes appeared on his body.
These four outer sect elders of Huayan Sect who had been traveling outside all year round died at the same time in a short moment.
In the sky, the flames gradually died down.
"This is not real... this is an illusion..." The King of the South China Sea was unwilling to believe it. In just a few blinks of an eye, the sect's foundation-building cultivators who were unattainable in the eyes of ordinary cultivators turned into a few lumps of flesh and blood.
Elder Zhang stood in the air, as if he had aged dozens of years, and he didn't know where the wind came from.
A bit hot, a bit cold, he suddenly shouted and summoned a huge firebird to rush towards Wang Chen.
However, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the firebird's true energy was disordered and it only had a shape.
A red sword energy came flying towards them, the firebird let out a mournful cry, and turned into a spark in the air and scattered everywhere.
The sword light continued to flash, piercing through Elder Zhang's body.
He could have dodged, but he didn't. Looking at the splattering blood mist, his eyes were as calm as death, and he fell on his back.
The ups and downs he experienced today made him feel that death was the real relief.
The King of the South China Sea stood in the air, staring blankly at all this happening, his hair disheveled, his face filled with fear, and then he began to tremble all over.
The blood-red figure walked towards him in the void, and every step seemed to be stepping on his heart.
What he had just done flashed before his eyes, and he knew that there was no way he could avoid this disaster no matter what.
The four elders of Huayan died, and Elder Zhang died, both deaths were extremely quick.
But at this moment, I am still alive.
Live a miserable life.
The feeling of impending death made him seem to understand something. His eyes were filled with fear. His hands tightly grasped the fiery red sword, his fingertips turned white, and he wanted to swing the weapon to retain the last dignity of a king.
Finally, he slowly knelt down.
"Kill me." He almost collapsed emotionally, and sweat soaked his whole body.
There was total silence below. The battle just now had affected too large a range. Some people with lower cultivation and weaker courage had quietly left, staying away from this dangerous place.
The surviving cultivators were watching from a distance, but they were all stunned.
This is a picture that will be unforgettable for a lifetime.
Under the blue sky and full moon.
The king of Nanhai City, the foundation-building cultivator, knelt on his knees in the air, bowed his head, like a sinner.
In the dead silence, the two passed each other.
The head slowly separated, and the tall body of the King of the South China Sea fell down.
The cultivators who were watching this great battle had their sights drawn to the two bodies falling like kites with broken strings. They could not help but look down, and when they finally raised their eyes and looked towards the night sky, there was no one there.
