The First Tyrant of Daxia

Chapter 4419 Prism Illusion

Qin Yun was furious and shouted, "Why can't we just keep it to ourselves and let me spare your life? You have to seek death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yun burned up the last bit of his spiritual consciousness and gathered all the spiritual power between heaven and earth here. He sensed the blessing of the world's core and the national destiny. He used the innate supreme body, holding the Ding Qin Divine Sword, and moved slightly, passing over the countless disciples and soldiers below, and headed straight towards Zhu Qiming to kill!

The unparalleled and fierce imperial sword art appeared, and the earth-shaking pressure covered the sky and the sun, making all the disciples of Lenghuan Sect in the battlefield feel fear.

"Tongtian Shenxiao Sword Technique, one sword can bring disaster!"

Qin Yun's attack was the most powerful killing move in swordsmanship. He was determined to use the power of one blow to make Zhu Qiming, the powerful man from the Lenghuan Sect on the opposite side, face the reality. They were far from qualified to compete with the entire Daxia Empire.

Facing Qin Yun, whose cultivation level had risen to the great perfection of the early Tianxuan Realm, Zhu Qiming simply couldn't remain calm.

The sword created a catastrophe. The brilliant energy condensed and caused waves, and the whole world seemed to be shaking.

Zhu Qiming subconsciously sensed the Great Dao of Prismatic Illusion, but it was completely suppressed by the Great Dao of the Imperial Sword. A colorful glare suddenly condensed around him, and he formed seals with his hands, ready to confront the Sword of Disaster head-on.

"Innocent!"

boom!

Qin Yun said inwardly, and the light on the edge of the Dingqin Sword flashed, and it cut down in an instant.

The colorful glare from the seals formed by Zhu Qiming's hands fell apart in the blink of an eye. The sword energy directly cut him in half, and his figure was blown hundreds of miles away.

In a split second, Zhu Qiming did not choose to dodge, but chose to confront the sword head-on. The final result was that his flesh and blood flew everywhere and he was chopped off by the sword. He had no room for resistance at all and died in front of the disciples of the Linghuan Sect. The whole process was just a blink of an eye.

Wu Jin, who witnessed all this, was so shocked that he could not express it in words: "This... How is this possible? Zhu Qiming is a top expert in the Juxian Realm! He can't even resist Qin Yun's sword!"

Zhu Qiming was dead, killed by Qin Yun's sword, as if he had not struggled at all.

After doing all this, Qin Yun's face was still calm and there was no sign of any ripples, as if killing Zhu Qiming was a common thing in his eyes and not worth mentioning at all.

This scene deeply shocked Wu Jin and caused a subtle change in his mentality.

After the sword became a catastrophe, Qin Yun was exhausted. His body was completely unable to withstand the backlash brought by the energy, and his consciousness was on the verge of collapse. When Qin Yun's eyes fell on Wu Jin's side again, he could no longer remain calm and said anxiously: "Qin Yun, now I am the only one who knows how to crack the prism secret technique. You have no other choice but to ask me for help!"

"Really?" Qin Yun said calmly, "But you should also know that I can take your life at any time. As for that woman, her status in the Great Xia Empire is insignificant. It doesn't seem to be a loss to exchange her for you, an elder of the Linghuan Sect."

After hearing these words, Wu Jin's mind became a mess.

It was clear that when Frost Dew was hit by the Prism Secret Technique, Qin Yun was very angry, but now he suddenly changed his tone and said that Frost Dew was not important.

Wu Jin prepared himself mentally, but he didn't dare to gamble on the importance of Shuanglu in the hearts of Daxia and Qin Yun.

This matter concerns his life. Without any assurance, no one would dare to believe it easily. Now that things have come to this, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and choose to believe Qin Yun's words. "Okay, Qin Yun! A gentleman's word is as good as gold. Will you really spare my life?" Wu Jin asked.

Qin Yun appeared calm, but the backlash of his body had reached its limit. He had no time to waste with Wu Jin. He no longer hesitated, holding the Ding Qin Sword against Wu Jin's neck, and said calmly, "You have no choice."

As blood flowed from Wu Jin's neck, the piercing pain forced him to tell the truth.

"The way to crack the Prism Secret Technique is to remove the poisonous insects attached to the brain of the person who has been hit by the technique. The poisonous insects that cause hallucinations and loss of consciousness are the ones that quietly penetrate the five senses and enter the brain under the cover of the dazzling light of the colorful glare."

Hearing this, Qin Yun frowned, recalling the scene when he was hit by the colorful glare of frost and dew just now.

I thought it was because of the gathering of energy and the strong spiritual power between heaven and earth that the dazzling light was so dazzling, but it turned out that it was simply to lower people's vigilance and release the poisonous insects by covering up the light.

Qin Yun was overthinking it. He naively believed that a powerful technique like the Lenghuan Sect must be extremely mysterious and had existed in the Holy Realm for millions of years, having been precipitated by time.

After listening to Wu Jin's description, it really confirmed the widely circulated saying in the holy world: the way of the Tao is simple.

Qin Yun was embarrassed, and shouted to all the soldiers: "All disciples of Linghuan Sect will be killed without mercy! Completely flatten the position and do not enter Linghuan Sect!"

Hearing this, Wu Jin was dumbfounded: "Qin Yun, you just promised to let me go!"

Qin Yun nodded and agreed: "That's right, I won't kill you, but I can't control the rest of you. As for how you survive, it depends on your luck. Anyway, I won't attack you again. Once I say something, I can't take it back."

After that, Qin Yun said nothing more. He turned around and left with Gu Chuntang, taking the unconscious Shuanglu with him.

Wu Jin was left alone, feeling indignant and cursing constantly. But before he could finish a few words, a dark blue dagger suddenly flew out and cut off Wu Jin's neck, with blood splattering everywhere.

Ding Yi played with the retracted dark blue dagger and spat, "Shut up!"

After arriving behind the front line, Qin Yun used his perception to make sure that there was no one around, then he took out the Ten Thousand Gods Night-Shining Pearl and placed it next to Shuanglu, releasing his own energy. At the same time, he combined the spiritual power contained in the Ten Thousand Gods Night-Shining Pearl and probed towards Shuanglu.

As the spiritual power of the Ten Thousand Gods Night Pearl was activated, the unconscious Frost Dew instantly woke up, and the illusion in her mind emerged. The Ten Thousand Gods Sect was no longer a ruin, but the same as it was in its most prosperous period.

The leader of the Wanshen Sect walked slowly towards her and said softly, "Shuanglu, your father is late."

Shuanglu kept looking around, unable to believe what she saw. As the spiritual power of the Ten Thousand Gods Night Pearl had been activated, she should have been sinking into paradise, but she knew very well that everything before her was just an illusion.

But her father was right in front of her, and the touch of his warm skin made her not want to leave so easily.

The person she had been thinking about day and night reappeared, and she couldn't help but smile with joy. Outside, Qin Yun saw Shuanglu's smile and took the opportunity to delay the spiritual perception of the Ten Thousand Gods Night Pearl.

Taking this opportunity, Shuanglu started chatting with her father, telling him about her recent situation over and over again.

The leader of the Wanshen Sect kept nodding and responding in the simplest way, causing Shuanglu to struggle between the environment and reality, wanting to withdraw but unable to control herself.

For a moment, she was in a dilemma and felt very confused.