Witch Wind

Chapter 400 The Flow of History (Part 1)

Sima Ping and other members of the Sima clan were imprisoned by Xing Tianli's forbidden technique, lying paralyzed at his feet like dead pigs.

In the distance, Xie Xuan's face was ashen as he stared at Xing Tianli in disbelief.

In his heart, no matter how Xie Xuan evaluated Sima Ping or the Sima clan behind him, Sima Ping's own cultivation level, as well as his strange abilities of splitting his soul and creating clones, should not be underestimated.

Xie Xuan thought to himself that if he were to manage state affairs or lead troops into battle, he could easily defeat Sima Ping with a single finger.

However, when it comes to cultivation techniques, if it comes to a real fight, Xie Xuan could achieve a 50/50 split with Sima Ping in a one-on-one battle, which would be a very good result—after all, Sima Ping is one of the top combatants in the entire Sima family.

Sima Ping, in this state, was easily captured by Xing Tianli as if he were a chicken.

Xie Xuan glanced at Xing Tianli from afar, straightened his back, and bowed respectfully to Xing Tianli. Without form or trace, without a sound, a sword intent pierced the air, heading straight for Xing Tianli's heart.

Xing Tianli's eye twitched.

Interesting! Xie Xuan's swordsmanship is actually the Buddhist formless swordsmanship!
But you're wielding a sword in front of the direct disciple of the Sage of Heaven?
Xing Tianli pointed his finger, about to make a move, but then lazily shook his head. He simply pulled open his purple robe, exposing his chest, and let Xie Xuan's sword strike his chest.

With a loud clang, sparks flew everywhere.

Not a single hair on Xing Tianli's chest was pricked. Xie Xuan's sword intent shattered the sword, and a crystal-clear, transparent glass Buddha sword, invisible even in the sunlight, flew backward, trembling and wailing incessantly.

Xie Xuan coughed up a mouthful of blood, staring at Xing Tianli as if he had seen a ghost.

From all directions, on the illusory image of mountains stretching for thousands of miles, countless soldiers of grass and trees shouted in unison. In an instant, the wind howled and the grass and trees seemed like soldiers. The illusory images of the army flew through the air all over the mountains and fields, haphazardly weaving and intersecting.

Amidst the chaos of war, Xie Xuan and the tens of thousands of armored soldiers behind him vanished.

Just like Xie Xuan's swordsmanship, which comes without a trace and goes without a trace, the army under his command also fled in the same calm and collected manner, without the slightest hint of human activity.

Xing Tianli looked up and saw that in the void, a fleet of troop transport ships, about ten miles long, had turned around, billowing their sails at full speed, and were hurtling towards the distance. Dozens of large ships accelerated at full speed, quickly turning into a cold light on the horizon and disappearing without a trace.

Xing Tianli raised his hand and waved in the direction Xie Xuan had fled.

Goodbye, part of the history textbook!

Uh, Xing Tianli suddenly scratched his head a little. Xie Xuan, the Battle of Fei River, which grade's history textbook is this?
While Xing Tianli was pondering this problem, Sima Ping and the others, who were imprisoned at his feet, began to curse angrily.

Sima Po hissed, “The Five Ancestors, the Xie family, and the Wang family are arrogant, conceited, and disrespectful. They are all treacherous officials and rebels… We can no longer tolerate their arrogance.”

Sima Shi shouted even louder: "Especially the Xie family, their disloyal intentions have been long-standing... A few days ago, I, their grandson, was actually beaten by a spoiled brat from the Xie family while drunk. Did he hit my face? He hit the face of the Sima family. He was deliberately insulting the dignity of our royal family!"

The younger generation of the Sima family were chattering and shouting all at once.

Sima Ping gritted his teeth, staring at the direction Xie Xuan had fled with a sinister gaze. His face was deep, his eyes were deep, and his aura was even more profound and gloomy, extremely unpredictable—like a resentful woman abandoned by her lover. At this moment, the surging resentful and murderous aura on Sima Ping's body made Xing Tianli inexplicably break out in goosebumps all over his body!
He looked down at Sima Ping.

Xing Tianli blinked, calculating how much he could possibly squeeze out of Sima Ping.

However, Sima Ping doesn't seem to have left behind any significant achievements or great fame in history. To the Sima imperial family, he was merely a marginal figure, almost insignificant. His greatest notoriety is probably that he was the most famous schizophrenic member of the Sima imperial family.

Should such a person be taken to the Sima family to demand ransom?

Xing Tianli curled his lips. It wasn't that he looked down on the Sima family. With Xing Tianli's knowledge and experience, he still possessed the heartwood of the World Mother Tree, which was light-years long, as well as countless innate spiritual objects such as the World Mother Tree's primordial liquid. His ability to manipulate creation was now even capable of creating some basic-level innate spiritual metals.

Can the Sima family come up with a ransom that satisfies him?
Shaking his head, Xing Tianli said in a deep voice, "King of Pingyuan, what a coincidence... Hmm, I never expected to meet a historical figure like you in this chaos. By the way, your innate divine power is quite interesting. Quickly tell me about it, or I'll have to search your soul!"

Xing Tianli said very seriously, "Your soul is unstable and has split into more than three hundred personalities. If I were to search your soul again, your main spirit, which is your 'true self,' could be greatly weakened, causing your divided spirits and clones to backfire on your original self. Cough cough... From then on, you will no longer be yourself!"

Sima Ping shuddered, his face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

Beside him, the three hundred and sixty clones all had contorted faces, their eyes darting around, becoming extremely subtle and unpredictable.

Sima Ping honestly began to explain the supernatural powers and secret techniques he had cultivated.

Those Sima clansmen who were cursing and accusing Xie Xuan and his family members all shut their mouths at the same time, staring wide-eyed and listening intently to Sima Ping's explanation of the supernatural powers and secret techniques.

Sima Ping harbored resentment in his heart.

He deliberately amplified his voice so that his innate supernatural powers and secret techniques could be clearly heard by his children, grandchildren, and younger generations.

Such a secret technique, if not for Sima Ping's extraordinary talent, would drive an ordinary person crazy if they tried to practice it—well, Sima Ping's gaze swept over Sima Po, Sima Shi and the others, all of whom were descendants of his own brothers, not his own direct descendants, so it didn't matter.

Sima Ping was very honest and explained his supernatural powers and secret techniques clearly.

Xing Tianli nodded in satisfaction, casually took a piece of flesh from Sima Ping's chest, and threw it into the Tower of Creation. He then proceeded to take a piece of flesh from Sima Po, Sima Shi, and other members of the Sima clan whose cultivation was powerful enough.

Collecting the flesh and blood of powerful, excellent, and exceptionally talented beings to enrich the 'gene pool' of the Tower of Creation—Xing Tianli had unknowingly developed this habit. Of course, if he were to become enemies with Sima Ping and others in the future, he could use their flesh and blood to clone several clones and directly cast the most vicious curses of the Witch Temple on them…

Cough, cough, cough.

There's no need to publicize this method to the whole world.

Sima Ping and the others were captured alive, while Xie Xuan and his elite troops escaped without a trace. The mantis demon army, however, stubbornly maintained their formation and continued to besiege Zhang Bao and his men.

Even the twelve mantis demon generals at the Great Luo Realm, seeing that Sima Ping and others in charge of this operation had been captured alive, let out sharp roars and manipulated the great formation to roll and change its formation, trying to trap Xing Tianli and the others into the formation as well.

Unfortunately, the range of this great formation was limited; the army of a million mantis demons could only cover an area of ​​about a hundred miles.

The Tower of Creation beneath Xing Tianli's feet measures approximately 108 li in length and width, and is about 100 li high. This enormous size exceeds the coverage limit of the mantis demon army formation.

This is very embarrassing.

A series of sharp screams rose into the sky.

Then, a large number of troop transport ships descended from the sky, and a massive army of mantis demons, like dark clouds, swarmed in from all directions. More than three million fierce mantis demon soldiers joined the army formation, and thus, the formation's coverage area began to expand in all directions.

Trapped in the formation, his armor riddled with bullet holes, Zhang Bao, barely able to keep up, shouted sharply, "This... Taoist, be careful... The lackeys of the Sima family are ruthless. And those delicate young ladies beside you... hey!"

Zhang Bao stared wide-eyed at the woman beside Xing Tianli... well, not the three women beside Liu Luan, but Zhong Nu beside them.

The three daughters of Liujing were indeed the epitome of 'delicate and charming'.

But Zhong Nu is completely unrelated to 'delicate and charming'... Her figure is curvaceous and slender, the body of a stunning beauty, but what stunning beauty has the head of a bell?
In particular, this bell... The Bell Maiden followed Xing Tianli on such a long journey, experiencing the strange journeys of hundreds of small worlds. Xing Tianli fused the Heavenly Dao of hundreds of small worlds, and the merits fed back by heaven and earth spurred the Bell Maiden's cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds.

The gifts from over a hundred small worlds allowed Zhong Nu's cultivation to truly reach the Great Luo Realm. Upon entering the Great Luo Realm, Zhong Nu's figure remained that of a delicate, pretty young woman from Jiangnan. However, the ancient bell around her neck had grown to over three feet tall, entirely black with rising black energy, and its surface was covered with countless strange, writhing patterns resembling poisonous insects.

Zhang Bao was trapped by the Twelve Heavenly Capitals Divine Demon Formation, and his internal organs had been injured by the continuous heavy blows. He glanced suddenly at Zhong Nu's 'head'. Even though Zhong Nu did not intentionally use any tricks, Zhang Bao's gaze possessed the divine power of a Great Luo level. His soul was drawn in, and he couldn't help but remember the strange runes on the surface of the bell. He activated his soul power at full strength, wanting to analyze the origin and function of these strange runes on the bell.

Invisible and traceless, silent and without a sound.

Suddenly, the spear in Zhang Bao's hand snapped in mid-air with a clang. His armor, as if washed and refined by endless years, suddenly decayed and became extremely fragile. Dozens of blades flew over and, with a ripping sound, shattered his inner and outer layers of armor.

The blade sliced ​​through Zhang Bao's flesh, sending up sharp sparks.

Zhang Bao groaned as his flesh was slashed open by the blade, and streams of blood spurted out... His soul was also devoured by the invisible and terrifying evil curse power. His vision blurred, his whole body suddenly went weak, and he almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

Of the three, Zhang Lan and Zhang Zhu's cultivation levels were insufficient.

However, being merely at the Taiyi Realm level, Zhang Lan and Zhang Zhu were already weak in the face of this terrifying array's attack, and almost collapsed from exhaustion.

Zhang Bao stumbled, and the small army formation of three collapsed.

From all directions, countless flashes of swords and blades came hurtling in, carrying a terrifying aura as they cleaved down, threatening to turn Zhang Lan and Zhang Zhu into mincemeat.

Zhang Bao's spear inexplicably broke, his armor shattered, and his hands and feet inexplicably went weak, instantly releasing seventy percent of his strength.

The mantis demons' formation spontaneously activated, unleashing a barrage of attacks aimed at killing Zhang Lan and Zhang Zhu... The twelve mantis demon generals who had formed the formation never expected such a sudden turn of events. Just as the sky was filled with sword light and energy reaching Zhang Lan and Zhang Zhu's heads, the twelve mantis demon generals roared in unison, "Stop! They must be alive!"

"Those who are not of our kind deserve to die!"

Those mantis demons didn't have time to stop, or rather, many of them were unwilling to stop.

The terrifying killing power unleashed by the great formation was about to strike solidly when Ran Min's deep shout resounded throughout the entire White Phoenix Star. Ran Min's majestic, mountain-like figure suddenly teleported through the air, blocking Zhang Bao and the other two.

Ran Min opened his arms and burst into wild laughter.

The army of a million mantis demons, with its overwhelming killing intent at its peak, landed on Ran Min without any resistance.

The loud explosions were like thunderclaps, continuous and endless.

The knife shattered.

The sword broke.

The gun is broken.

The fist cracked.

Mixed within the army formation, hundreds of magical treasures and flying swords unleashed by mantis demon generals at the Taiyi and Daluo cultivation levels were all swept up by the power of the formation and landed on Ran Min. Ran Min remained motionless, but the falling flying swords and magical treasures shattered upon the slightest touch of his body.

The twelve Great Luo Mantis Demons and two to three hundred Taiyi Realm Mantis Demons all coughed up blood.

Before they could react, Ran Min let out a loud roar.

With a clanging sound, a set of heavy armor resembling a demonic dragon, entirely blood-red, was draped over Ran Min's body—this was the 'Bloodstained Dragon Armor' that Xing Tianli had crafted along the way using the innate spiritual treasures nurtured by the heavens and earth of a medium-sized world, along with a large amount of innate spiritual gold and innate treasures, and using all his current highest-level methods, with the Tongtian Cauldron!
Ran Min laughed wildly, and a single-edged halberd and a hooked narrow axe, gleaming with blood-red light, burst forth from his side and were tightly gripped in his hands.

Blood-red light surged from the armor, almost tangible, condensing into enormous, twisted crimson runes around Ran Min. These runes writhed, flashing with terrifying blood-red light, instantly enveloping an area spanning tens of thousands of miles.

Within a vast area, all the mantis spirits trembled simultaneously, their eyes turning dark green. For no apparent reason, an overwhelming murderous aura and malevolence surged into their hearts, instantly filling their minds, encroaching on their already limited intelligence, and taking over their souls.

These fierce and valiant soldiers caused the entire army formation to collapse instantly. They completely lost their minds and transformed into ruthless, bloodthirsty beasts. They completely forgot that their enemies were Ran Min and Zhang Bao, and they even forgot their origins, their backgrounds, why they had come here, and what they were fighting for.

They brandished their weapons and ruthlessly killed their comrades.

Ran Min's halberd and axe transformed into two blood dragons that soared into the sky. He gripped his weapons tightly and with a mere flick of his wrist, countless mantis demons within a hundred miles simultaneously shattered, falling from the sky like raindrops.

The shrill screams were endless. With just one strike, Ran Min annihilated a million mantis demon soldiers. All the mantis demons at the Taiyi Realm and below were shattered at the same time.

Only the twelve mantis demon generals at the Great Luo Realm were protected by the power of the great formation. Two blood dragons surged and crushed over them. Ran Min's attack was a group attack and was not specifically targeted at the twelve of them.

The array power gathered on the twelve people immediately shattered, their armor disintegrated, and even their flesh was torn open with deep, bone-deep wounds, with their internal organs writhing and flowing out from the wounds.

The twelve mantis demons screamed in agony, using all their strength to transform into bloody light, trying to escape from Ran Min's side.

But how could we possibly make it in time?

With a single strike, he shattered an army of millions, clearing the surrounding void. Ran Min laughed wildly and casually unleashed twelve halberds. The twelve mantis demons, all Great Luo Immortals, let out a miserable howl as a streak of blood-red light pursued them from behind, piercing their chests with a single blow and instantly extinguishing all their life force.

The Bloodstained Dragon Armor emitted a high-pitched cry.

Ran Min opened his arms and took a deep breath.

With the Blood Sea Battle Demon Art unleashed at full power, the blood and essence of a million elite mantis demons, two or three hundred Taiyi cultivators, and twelve Daluo masters transformed into a visible green torrent that surged into Ran Min's body.

Ran Min let out a satisfied burp; his cultivation level had increased slightly at a visible rate.

This is what the Blood Sea Demon Art is all about.

The more killings you commit, the faster you level up.

Ran Min laughed wildly, casually swinging his weapon once more. Blood light surged across the sky, and the mantis demon army attacking from all directions, regardless of their cultivation level, was shattered into clouds of blood mist amidst the blood light.

Ran Min laughed wildly, opening his mouth to devour the food.

Along the way, Ran Min followed Xing Tianli and underwent trials in more than a hundred small worlds. In those worlds, Xing Tianli forbade Ran Min from killing indiscriminately. He hadn't had a satisfying killing spree for quite some time and was feeling restless.

Upon arriving here, these mantis spirits, a strange and peculiar race, exuded a fierce and ruthless aura, clearly not benevolent beings.

Since that's the case, then let's go all out and kill them!
In Ran Min's mind, a dense mass of heaven and earth merit surrounded his blood-red soul. The heaven and earth merit constantly nourished his soul, and no matter how much he slaughtered, his mind remained clear and lucid, and he did not degenerate into a bloodthirsty madman who only knew how to kill!
Along the way, Xing Tianli fused the Heavenly Dao of more than a hundred worlds and collected enough Heavenly Merit to allow Ran Min to kill indiscriminately until the end of time.

Feeling weak and sore all over, Zhang Bao took a deep breath and cursed, "Damn it!"

He mustered his last bit of strength and shouted sharply, "May I ask the name of the visitor?"

(End of this chapter)