Destiny is ashes

Chapter 509: Hidden Edge

Feeling the 'Yin Ming Evil' constantly accumulating in his body, and forging the 'Golden Evil Edge' of the Taibai Haoling Divine Forbidden Technique in his body, An Jing used his own body to practice the 'Moon Evil as the Guide to the Golden Edge' that he had comprehended, and constantly improved the progress of his Taibai Haoling Divine Forbidden Technique.

Who could have thought that the possible gossip about Ximu and Baidi that he got from Fuxie could actually be applied in reality?

Before An Jing could go and cause trouble for the Taiming Sect, the real person from the Taiming Sect came over to make things difficult for him.

"Thank you, Master. You are so cautious."

With such thoughts in mind, An Jing still tightly grasped the long sword in his hand. He grinned, revealing a carefree smile, and stared at the Guanming Sword in the distance with his red eyes: "Have you ever thought that if you just slash at me with all your strength, I will die here?"

Xie Gusu was speechless. He looked surprised but not stunned. Although it was almost impossible for An Jing to block his sword which was using his magical power, it was not surprising for the Jiuli Army Master.

As for going all out? Xie Gusu knew very well that he could gamble. He could gamble that he would go all out and kill the target directly, but there was a high probability that An Jing had a corresponding method, and could even use his all-out attack to break through this ghost world and escape.

Even if he couldn't escape, he would have used all his strength to attack but failed, wasting the power of the formation in his body, and it would give An Jing a chance to escape.

In this case, it is better to cut the flesh slowly with a knife, and defeat An Jing's vitality bit by bit, and never give An Jing any chance to escape.

Another sword wind whistled over, like the raging tide of the underworld. This bone-corroding gale hit An Jing's bloody body directly, knocking him away once again. Its divine-like bones also cracked, spurting out pieces of broken bone and hot blood.

However, these cold winds from the underworld were pushed away and shattered by the surging vitality that kept rising up in his body. They did not really corrode his insides, but instead became an opportunity for him to temper himself.

Like a fallen leaf drifting in the wind, An Jing turned around with difficulty in mid-air, landed on the ground, and shook off the blood all over his body.

He faced Master Shenzang head-on and took two of his attacks. Although he was not dead yet, he had suffered serious injuries that he had never received in all the previous battles.

——Ha. The three hidden gods, the divine clones, the siege of the demons, the conspiracy of the Dachen Sect... these people really think highly of me!
Looking up and meeting the expressionless Xie Gusu, An Jing knew very well that even if he still had a trump card, he was indeed forced into an unprecedented desperate situation.

He could even be sure that this time, there would be absolutely no other external force that could help him and rescue him from his predicament.

Jueyucui burned with dragon energy to push away the Dachen envoy. The Northern Patrol envoy took the Ghost Patrol envoy away. Wuqiumu had already used up all his strength in blocking the Ghost Patrol envoy's magical power just now, and the spiritual energy stored in the Suling Sword Lotus Demon Pill was also used to continuously heal his body.

The spiritual power in the Nalong bottle must be guaranteed to be able to activate the magical communication object or use other magical powers at the critical moment, and it should not be used easily.

At this point, he can only rely on his own strength to overcome this hurdle and survive this disaster.

Because, no matter whether it is Tiandao, Taiming Sect, Dachen and Tianyi Demon Sect, the True Demon and the Heavenly Demon and other sects... everyone wants to see it.

See his true 'limits'.

They wanted to see An Jing truly fall into despair, to see him fight for his life, or just die here and become another fallen genius, the first divine being to appear and the first to fall.

And An Jing himself?
At the critical moment of life and death, being oppressed to the extreme crisis, dancing with death, being neighbors with malice... Experiencing this all-too-familiar 'feeling' and 'pressure', An Jing's eyes revealed excitement and anticipation that could not be stronger.

It is this feeling.

He was familiar with this feeling.

An Jing is not a person with very strong desires. He will not actively pursue the strongest, nor will he deliberately fight with others. He can live peacefully in a familiar area until his death, and he will not insist on changing people and things outside his field of vision.

But he knew that he was extraordinary. An Jing knew that he had both talent and ability. He could do many things, defeat many monsters, and defeat many enemies. An Jing knew that he had the ability to do so, but he had no reason to do so. He had no life to desire, and no goals to achieve. If he was a peerless blade, he had to be tempered and sharpened before he could use it to kill the enemy.

If it were a peaceful world, he would surely sleep like this until he died, neither sad nor happy, and would just live out his ordinary life.

However, fortunately or unfortunately, An Jing never had the opportunity to sleep like that, whether in his past life or this life.

War. Disaster. A world full of malice, full of malice people.

A world without morality, a king without virtue, a corrupt country...

People keep trampling on the lion's tail and touching the dragon's reverse scales, awakening the sleeping beast and making the hidden sword show its edge.

In that case, then wake up and clear all of this up.

This is the retribution that all living beings deserve, the [Seven Evil Calamities] for all living things and spirits.

It is precisely because of this nature that after obtaining the supernatural power, An Jing was able to comprehend the technique of 'Sword Qi for Injury' in the first place.

He is such a person, a lion that needs to be awakened, and whose edge needs to be forged before it can be revealed.

"The breath is weak."

At this moment, Xie Gusu narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself.

He saw that An Jing's vitality was being consumed by his Abyssal Wind and suppressed by his own magical power, the Netherworld Power, so he intensified his attack without hesitation, wanting to completely force out An Jing's strength: "What a profound foundation! Even an ordinary martial vein would be exhausted by now. He must have a magical instrument in his body that can be used to store a large amount of spiritual energy, which can be used to activate the divine communication object."

"But now, you are already so weak, are you still not going to use your final trump card?"

Without any hesitation, Xie Gusu moved. White waves of air like dragons exploded from his body. He rushed over with a roar. With a sword flashing with dim light, he slashed at An Jing who was spewing out a bloody breath!

In the dark rain curtain as dark as the sea, a stunning sword light suddenly appeared and pointed directly at An Jing's head!

Before the sword arrived, An Jing's shoulder was pierced by the overly sharp sword intent, and a ball of blood burst out!
"As a last resort", facing the sudden attack from Master Shenzang without any warning, An Jing could only use his last trump card!

Buzz! With a dragon roar, the Dragon Bottle floated up out of thin air, hovering above An Jing's head, dropping streams of extremely pure refined spiritual energy, repairing An Jing's injuries at a speed visible to the naked eye - in addition, it fully activated and supplied a divine communication device, causing countless layers of clouds, like a sea of ​​clouds and fog, to float up out of thin air, turning into a surging spiritual sword formation, surrounding An Jing's body!
The Guanming Sword slashed out and collided with the Heart Sword Formation of the Zuohuan Sect, but it produced an unexpected reaction - the originally stagnant Heart Sword suddenly became active after coming into contact with the Netherworld Qi, just like the Netherworld Formation without souls suddenly had countless souls pushing it to operate. The fully activated Heart Sword immediately transformed into countless ghost soldiers and generals, forming an even larger formation, which forcibly blocked Xie Gusu's sword light!

"what?"

Even though he had expected this, Xie Gusu still couldn't help but be shocked for a moment: "Zuohuan Sect's Qiling Heart Sword Formation? But why would there be such a change?!"

But An Jing was not surprised at all.

Just as Fu Xie speculated, the Taiming Sect and the Zuohuan Sect are of the same origin. The Heart Sword that his teacher had fought against, which could inspire the spirits of heaven and earth, was definitely not originally used to inspire the spirituality of the spirits of heaven and earth, because there is another kind of existence in this world that is originally the most spiritual, but for some reason it has been obscured and turned into a chaotic stupid creature.

Those are ghosts and spirits, the gods of the underworld!

From the very beginning, the relationship between the Zuohuan Sect and the Taiming Sect was extraordinary, and even their sword formations were mutually reinforcing and counteracting!
(End of this chapter)