C3607 Shentu Yang's Death
C3607 Shentu Yang's Death
Don't forget that they're still within the bloody grand formation called Bloodsoul Devilsorrow Formation.
His sword strike just now had only taken advantage of the preemptive strike to slash away quite a bit of the bloody mist. Presently, he already didn't have a chance to deal with the bloody mist, and the black-robed figure wouldn't give him a chance.
Continue the stalemate... The Blood Soul Devil Tragic Formation would become a method to determine life and death.
Thinking up to this point, Shentu Yang hurriedly roared. "Jiang Ting, you still haven't used the spirit of your magic treasure... Don't deny that the Blackplume Pavilion only wants to kill you. You must have Senior Qingfeng's spirit of magic treasure on you!"
The black-robed man sneered. "Don't waste your time thinking about it... He... can't hear me. "
The blood mist churned and suddenly became thick again.
"Tzzzzzzz..." The defensive barrier around Shentu Yang's body seemed to have come into contact with something that was rapidly corroding, and it even began to emit green smoke.
"Damn it!" He cursed in his heart again. Shentu Yang could not care less about anything else. He clenched the greatsword tightly in his right hand, but this time, he did not slash it. Instead, he suddenly thrust it downwards violently.
Beneath his feet was the sky.
However, when his sword stabbed down, it was as if it had stabbed into space... The huge sword stood straight in front of him.
Shentu Yang then sat cross-legged in front of the huge sword and gritted his teeth slightly. "Imperial Decree!"
His finger cut across the blade of the huge sword... Streaks of blood appeared in a profound trajectory within the huge sword.
"Huhuhu..." Countless sounds of air being torn could be heard.
The black-robed man raised his head and looked up... In the sky, countless huge golden swords appeared. At first glance, there were at least a thousand of them. They were so densely packed that they looked like a river formed from huge swords.
Shentu Yang pointed downwards again.
The huge swords before him trembled slightly... and the countless huge swords in the sky descended in an instant.
Unexpectedly, the black-robed man was overjoyed instead of shocked. "If you're steady and steady, I might really need to spend quite a bit of effort to deal with you."
Shentu Yang's expression changed drastically upon hearing this, as if he had thought of something in the blink of an eye.
"Blood Soul, Devil's Sorrow... Jie Jie Jie... Blood Soul, Devil's Sorrow, ruthless and bloodthirsty Devil's Sorrow. How can you not be sad!?" The black-robed man turned into a streak of bloody light and vanished.
Blood Soul, Devil's Sorrow Formation... The resentful soul was for the blood soul, the bloody mist was for the devil.
The blood mist and resentful soul appeared at the same time, and it was a bloodsoul's sorrow... But if there were no resentful souls, only a bloody mist, then there was only devil's sorrow.
The battlefield Shentu Yang was on didn't have vengeful souls.
However, Shentu Yang's cultivation base was worthy of being at the Golden Core Realm.
Seeing the black-robed man disappear, he hastily stopped attacking and teased with his hands, "Not good..."
"Jiejie..." The black-robed man's strange laughter began to reverberate in the air. It was impossible to tell where it came from.
A faint murmur echoed in the air. "There will always be death in life. Since I will die sooner or later, why should I waste my time and effort to live?"
The voice was like a man and a woman, old and young, kind and evil.
As for what it was, it was impossible to tell. The only thing it could sense was a bit of haziness.
Shentu Yang's body trembled slightly, as if he were being attacked by some sort of incredible attack.
The voice continued, "Look at Jiang Ting, he's only 200 years old, but he's already at the Golden Core Realm... You're already 937 years old, but you're only at the Golden Core Realm. What face do you have to live in this world if you're so useless?"
This time, the voice turned into a stern shout.
"Child, the mortal world is too bitter. Master is free and unfettered in this Netherworld. Come find me in the Netherworld..." That voice became peaceful and warm again.
"Shentu..."
That voice was constantly changing. Sometimes it was filled with emotion, sometimes it was filled with hatred, sometimes it was extremely indifferent and emotionless, and sometimes it was all vague and indistinct.
The only thing in common was that no matter how the voice changed, or how the words changed, there was only one core to it, and it was to make Shentu Yang die!
Every time the voice appeared, Shentu Yang's body would tremble slightly, and his sweat would drip down like raindrops, as if he couldn't bear it.
After... about the time it takes an incense stick to burn.
"Shentu Shentu, didn't we agree to live and die together... Why did you let me die alone without coming to accompany me..." That voice once again became naive and lively. It was just like a young lady from Qing Zhi.
This time, perhaps the voice was the weakest and softest part of Shentu Yang's heart, or perhaps Shentu Yang had already reached his limit. This time, his voice was the final straw that broke the camel's back.
In short, this time around, the voice had just appeared.
Shentu Yang suddenly opened his eyes and stared blankly at the huge sword in front of him, then stared blankly at the endless long river of swords that had yet to descend from the sky.
After a long while, Shentu Yang's eyes were somewhat lifeless and filled with despair. "I should have died a long time ago... Why am I still alive... I should have died... "
After muttering a few words, Shentu Yang slowly closed his eyes and dispersed the magic power in his body. His body fell downwards freely.
Because he had dispersed his magical power, and the defensive barrier had also disappeared... A bloody mist surged forth and surged wildly into his eyes, nose, mouth, ears and even all the pores on his skin.
The great sword river in the sky also fell abruptly... but it was not a formation or a mist of blood, but Shentu Yang himself.
Half a breath later, the gigantic sword arrived first, chasing after Shentu Yang, and then...
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Muffled thuds rang out as Shentu Yang was struck by the long river of the huge sword that he had unleashed himself. He, who was completely defenceless... would die without a doubt.
Not even his bones were left behind!
Another half a breath later.
The black-robed man, who had merged with the blood mist, reappeared once again. His eyes were filled with ridicule. "Golden Core Realm? What can you do under the sorrow of the Bloodsoul Devil?"
...
Tian Lan, to the north, at the border.
At the entrance of the Titanic Crescent Sect.
Deep within the Titanic Crescent Sect, there was a palace guarded by Foundation Establishment disciples all year round.
At the entrance of the hall.
Two disciples guarding this place stood at the entrance in boredom. Their bodies were lazy, and their faces were filled with boredom.
The disciple on the left of the Giant Pylon Sect opened his mouth. "Have you heard? Elder Shentu has sent back the news that he has captured Jiang Ting and is escorting him to the sect."
The disciple on the right replied, "I knew it long ago. Don't look at how famous Jiang Ting is..."
Before he finished his words, the man's expression suddenly changed. He looked at the hall in a daze. The hall could only have over a hundred wooden plates. Not a single wooden plate had a name on it.
Ancestral hall?
Fei Ye... The wooden tablet was not a memorial tablet, but a magical treasure that was connected to an elder of the Giant Watchtower Sect. The magical treasure was stained with a drop of blood from its owner.
In addition, the wooden tablet was specially forged, and it also contained a special array... Even though they were thousands of miles away, they could still sense the life and death of the owner of the name through the wooden tablet.
At that moment, there was a wooden tablet inside that had been shattered... Although the name of the shattered wooden tablet could not be seen, as the disciples guarding this place, they clearly remembered the wooden tablet inside.
Remembering all the names was just the most basic... and they also remembered the positions of the corresponding wooden tablets.
The wooden tablet that had suddenly shattered... if they remembered correctly, the name on it should be Shentu Yang!