Chapter 359: Aerospace Electromagnetic Main Cannon

The lives of the great number of immortal sect Qi Refining cultivators melted away like snow and ice.

"Amitabha!"

Baoding Mile chanted the Buddha's name, his whole body blazing with golden light, his Golden Body shrinking by a ring, the six arms behind him swinging, hurling out in succession the golden wheels, the monk's staff, and the precious cauldron in his hands; the armor-piercing shells filling the sky struck the Golden Body, ringing with clanging sounds, yet he paid them no heed, slaughtering the immortal sect Qi Refining cultivators madly.

In the blink of an eye, the casualties numbered in the hundreds of thousands.

"Looks like we're done for…"

Jin Jin Lingfeng laughed bitterly.

……

"Jin Jin Lingfeng's side isn't doing so well."

On Jiang Ding's side, his gaze swept across his command system, and he received the news that the First Army Group was about to be annihilated, and that Brother Xuanwu Reserve Dao Child Xiang Jia and Baoding Mile were about to free their hands to join the encirclement.

"Xiang Jia? Not a bad tactic."

Jiang Ding Zi murmured.

"Still, we're going to die."

High in the sky, the wind and clouds shifted.

Space grew hazy; a silver-white super aerospace fighter shed its half-space coating, revealing itself before everyone, an aura that made one's hair stand on end spreading outward.

One after another, third-tier formations operated, formation patterns spreading, drawing in the spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth across dozens of kilometers.

The black hole mark between his brows enlarged, and an arm-sized deep-blue electromagnetic main cannon flew out, swelling in the blink of an eye to over a hundred meters long, its muzzle more than half a meter wide.

It flew into the sky, and with a click, precisely meshed with the various rune-formation interfaces of the aerospace fighter.

Whooosh～

Whoooosh……

Across dozens of kilometers in every direction, wind and clouds churned, and boundless spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth converged, pouring into the super aerospace fighter.

A pitch-black muzzle opened, deep-blue light gathered, and a terrifying pressure spread out within a hundred miles.

The Sword Tianhe surged back, contracted, and flew into the deep-blue giant cannon, making the pressure within a hundred miles several times heavier once more.

"This… this is his aerospace fighter?"

Jin Jin Chengkong stared in astonishment.

He felt that this thing was even more terrifying than his own aerospace warship, and that it shared only its name with other people's aerospace fighters.

"A war treasure of the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect!"

"Why does the Great Sun Sword Child have this thing!"

Compared with his astonishment, the twenty-five Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace True Transmissions before them glared with eyes about to split, their souls trembling and shaking, letting out terrified roars of fury.

"Kill! Kill!"

Under the immense pressure, every instinct for survival exploded to the limit.

The twenty-five Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace True Transmissions burned without hesitation their own and their subordinates' essence blood, transforming it into boundless magic power that surged into their meridians, manipulating the battle-formation giant to roar and bellow, and at the cost of setting their own bodies alight, swung the most tragic strike toward the sky.

Battle-formation treasures such as dozens-of-zhang great axes, golden sabers, and lava giant clubs filled the sky.

"Kill him first!"

The other five Jin Dan battle formations were caught in the blast; the war instincts of the True Transmission disciples within were terrifyingly precise, completely ignoring the shells around them; the moment they gained a little breathing room, they burned their essence blood, manipulated their battle formations to charge toward the sky, and bombarded with flaming giant fists and meteor flames.

"A death throes struggle."

Jiang Ding's expression was flat, and he pointed casually.

Inside the super aerospace fighter, the first fully deployed, charged to the utmost third-tier upper-grade magnetic-field spiritual-energy killing array's muzzle blazed with incomparably brilliant deep-blue light, boundless electromagnetic force gathering and pouring into the blue-gold flying sword serving as the electromagnetic shell, granting it terrifying power.

Added to that, the brilliant radiance the sword itself already carried…

Boom!

With a thunderous roar that shook hundreds of kilometers, locked on by the Sword of Destruction intent, what the super aerospace fighter's muzzle fired was no longer a flying sword,

but light!

A streak of azure-blue light entwined with golden net-like patterns!

Whoosh!

It descended!

The dozens-of-zhang battle-formation great axe shattered, the battle-formation golden saber shattered, the lava giant club shattered, the flaming giant fist shattered.

Nothing could stop it; it pierced straight through, the spiritual light collapsing and scattering.

Then,

Like flickering lightning, it traced a winding arc, piercing through the brows of the thirty True Transmission disciples layered and surrounded by Jin Dan battle formations!

"This sword should not have been used to slay me…"

A True Transmission had a hole pierced through his brow, his whole body drained of strength; struggling to utter a single sentence, he turned into a mist of blood amid the explosions filling the sky, his soul utterly destroyed.

All thirty-six Foundation Establishment cultivators were the same, their blood mists scattering with the wind.

The battlefield fell silent.

It seemed even the sounds of artillery and spell explosions had vanished.

Everyone stared blankly at the sky, and at the thirty True Transmission disciples whose remains scattered with the wind, their souls empty and hollow.

Jiang Ding tapped lightly with his toe, flew into the sky, stood atop the super aerospace fighter, and his gaze swept the surroundings.

At the fighter's muzzle, the deep-blue light bloomed once more.

"Run!"

"How could we possibly win!"

The True Transmission disciples in the remaining twenty-nine Jin Dan battle formations broke down, fleeing in all directions; even though they were locked onto and surrounded by numerous artillery groups, they could not bring themselves to care, fleeing madly in every direction.

Boom!

The muzzle of the super air-space warplane roared again, a blue-gold light blooming from within, piercing ten Jin Dan battle formations in a single breath; the true transmission disciples and their subordinates turned into a mist of blood and vanished.

"Precious Cauldron Maitreya..."

Jiang Ding no longer paid attention to the remnants of the battlefield, his toe tapping lightly.

Boom!

The tail fins of the super air-space warplane spat out airflow; amidst the sound of an aerial explosion, it flew at supersonic speed toward the First Group Army battlefield over a hundred kilometers away.

Upon it stood a youth in green robes; the wind howled, blowing up his sleeves, his hair swept back, the shield outside his body expanding, spreading over the entire air-space warplane, gradually becoming indistinguishable from a sword.

"Great Sun Sword Disciple... the Great Sun Sword Disciple of the Eastern Extreme Dongji Dongji Mo Men!"

Brother Brother Xuanwu's candidate disciple, Xiang Jia, had hundreds or thousands of Vajra treasure rings radiating from his neck armor, slaughtering vast numbers of Immortal Gate Qi Refining cultivators around him, yet he kept his attention fixed on the battlefield a hundred kilometers away.

At this moment, his face twisted with painful hatred.

Then, he turned his head and fled.

Amidst the terrifying roar, that sword-shaped light of the air-space warplane, which had been a hundred kilometers away just a few breaths ago, was now right before his eyes after only a few more breaths.

"Brother Brother Xuanwu's candidate disciple, is your name Xiang Jia?"

Jiang Ding spoke softly.

He pointed casually.

Terrifying intent of annihilation permeated the air; from the half-meter-plus large cannon mouth beneath the super air-space warplane, boundless deep blue light flashed.

Array patterns densely covered an area of dozens of kilometers, swallowing vast amounts of heaven and earth spiritual energy, transforming into a terrifying propulsion force unimaginable to Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Boom!

Amidst the earth-shaking roar, a blue-gold light erupted from the cannon mouth, the intent of annihilation locking onto enemies in all four directions of heaven and earth.

"Damn it!"

Xiang Jia, fleeing madly, his face twisted, spat out a mouthful of essence blood.

His Ben Ming Fa, a turtle-shaped double-sided shield, expanded, expanded again, and expanded once more, becoming the size of a mountain; as if an ancient Brother Brother Xuanwu giant turtle had awakened, the shell patterns were clearly visible, radiating rings of golden Dao patterns heavy as mountains.

"Block it!"

"Block it!"

Xiang Jia unleashed all his magic power, roaring without cease.

The Gong Fa he cultivated was named "Brother Brother Xuanwu Supports the Sky Sutra," taking the true meaning from ancient mythology where Brother Brother Xuanwu transformed into the pillar supporting the sky; it was most skilled in defense.

Although lacking somewhat in attack, speaking purely of defense, he considered himself no less than the Brother Brother Xuanwu Dao Disciple!

But!

Why did his soul still tremble so crazily?!

Boom!

A blue-gold light of annihilation descended here; the sword tip pressed against the turtle shell, holding for a moment.

Crack!

A terrible sound came; the turtle shell shattered, and the golden Dao patterns symbolizing immortality vanished completely.

Whoosh!

Xiang Jia, his expression horrified, looked at a segment of blue-gold sword tip in his chest.

A silver talisman appeared, carrying an aura above Nascent Soul; his body became indistinct and unstable, reappearing several kilometers away.

The blue-gold light, like a plague clinging to the bone, followed closely behind.

"Precious Cauldron Maitreya!"

Xiang Jia's face twisted into a grimace: "The sect has raised you for so long; now is the time to be loyal!"

"Faithful one, you..."

Precious Cauldron Maitreya, also fleeing under the instinct of self-preservation, showed an ominous expression.

Whoosh!

His body, several zhang tall and radiating treasure light, vanished, interposing itself before Brother Brother Xuanwu's candidate disciple Xiang Jia.

"No! You enemy of the Buddha who deserves to fall into the Eighteen Levels of Hell!"

Precious Cauldron Maitreya screamed madly, palms pressed together, pushing forward a wall of Vajra covered in Sanskrit; six thick arms behind him, carrying afterimages, swung forward in succession.

Amidst brilliant Buddha light and the praises of billions of living beings and devotees, two pairs of Zen staffs, two pairs of golden wheels, and two pairs of precious cauldrons surged forward, smashing down upon that arriving blue-gold sword light.

Crack!

Beneath the blue-gold sword light,

the wall of Vajra shattered, the two pairs of Zen staffs shattered, the two pairs of golden wheels shattered, the two pairs of precious cauldrons shattered, and then, the brow of Precious Cauldron Maitreya shattered!

Boom!

Precious Cauldron Maitreya's body exploded into a sky full of Jin Chong Guang; his soul and faith core were completely ground away by the intent of annihilation.

In the distance, before the blue-gold flying sword, a previously concealed teleportation array activated; space runes flashed, and Brother Brother Xuanwu's candidate disciple Xiang Jia, his expression terrified, vanished.

The sword tip struck empty air.

"He escaped?"

Jiang Ding's expression froze; he sighed.

"My sword is still not fast enough."

(End of this chapter)