Chapter 740: Yin Yang Thunder Magnetic Field Electromagnetic Sword Art

"You are too weak."

In the sky, Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

If he got serious, it would be a matter of a single sword strike; the value was indeed there, but not high.

"Die."

"Hmm, that seems not good; it makes me look like a bloodthirsty person, a war-mongering madman."

"That is not the truth."

Jiang Ding gripped the sword hilt, looking at the six hundred Mao Shen surrounding the Giant Spirit General.

"Then let this represent the resentment of all beings in this realm, and the wishes of the people of the Di Ci Gao Jie; I grant you death."

He said calmly.

This was the necessity of politics.

For no other reason than that this could absorb incense and faith with the highest efficiency, and also digest the excess mortal population bred, avoiding the desertification of a region.

Voom!

When the sword formed, killing intent covered heaven and earth.

The bronze turtle beneath him, sensing danger, frantically shrank into its shell, no longer daring to roar ferociously.

"Jia,"

All of this was completed in a single breath, giving no one any chance to react.

The Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong was not a lone cultivator with no support; it understood sustainable development.

The Jin Jia Giant Spirit God, standing in the void with a blood-red giant axe, showed a look of terror.

The massive corpses of dead mortals, and the souls entering reincarnation, could also raise the overall spiritual energy concentration of the environment, improving the surroundings.

Boom!

As the sword was drawn, endless Lei Ting exploded, generating blue electric arcs around him; lines of electromagnetic induction appeared everywhere, manifesting as substance, turning a range of nearly a hundred kilometers into an ocean of Lei Ting and electromagnetism.

"This is..."

The left coil was composed of Yin Lei Ting and magnetic fields,

Immediately, deep blue magnetic field lines appeared before the youth, forming a pattern of dashed rings, circle after circle, spreading outward with the Lei Ting.

The right electromagnetic coil was composed of Yang Lei Ting and magnetic fields,

The Yin and Yang rail electromagnetic coils ran parallel, extending to the farthest reaches of vision, without limit.

"You are called Jia, correct?"

This type of coil track had two rows.

The six hundred Mao Shen surrounding him trembled constantly, wanting to flee, yet no matter what, they could not move their bodies a single inch.

These Mao Shen, each one, were deities with different duties within a mortal kingdom; the incense and faith they received were mixed with blood and resentment so thick it could not be dissolved, requiring hundreds of thousands of bred mortal blood sacrifices annually to be consumed as blood food.

At the very center was a flying sword with surging deep blue Lei Chong Guang, endless electric currents swirling around her body, the space humming because of her.

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword and struck down.

It could be said to achieve multiple goals with one move.

At the same time, it was also the truth.

Jiang Ding gazed at the Yin-Yang pole electromagnetic coils before him, and the Taiqing Flying Sword in the center with surging endless currents: "You are honored; this is the first electromagnetic sword art I have created, based on the principle of an electromagnetic railgun. I poured much effort into it, spent many years correcting flaws, and believed I had reached a level suitable for actual combat."

"I hope you can bring me a different answer."

Zzzzz...

The sound of extreme high-voltage current surging; this was the sound of the current ionizing the air.

Afterwards,

Boom!

Accompanied by a thunderous roar that shook heaven and earth, the Taiqing Flying Sword vanished, moving along the Yin-Yang Lei Ting electromagnetic rails; the sword body, under the sword qi and thunder sound, transformed into a state that was half energy and half physical, minimizing resistance to the maximum extent, disappearing from the observation of all divine sense and radar.

Behind him,

The Yin-Yang Lei Ting electromagnetic rails, now useless, shattered like a dream bubble.

Endless killing intent enveloped, guiding the target's soul; the cold omen of death descended, with not a shred of life. Before the sword even arrived, the soul clearly felt it had arrived in hell.

"Haa..."

"Ah!"

The Giant Spirit General, transformed from Jia Wang, roared; under such clear death, he burned his blood and burned his lifespan.

Even the bronze turtle beneath him let out a wretched cry and died within its shell; abundant blood qi and soul power erupted, fully merging into its turtle shell, which was like divine metal, enhancing its aura to a degree almost exceeding the limit of Infant Treasures.

The Jin Chong Guang turtle shell rose up from the ground, blocking in front of Jia Wang.

He ruthlessly sacrificed his innate divine beast, which had accompanied him from obscurity and shared his blood and heart!

There was no future left!

If he could not pass this trial, there would be nothing; he could no longer care about the future path of the Dao.

"Ah..."

The Giant Spirit General was covered in blood light, his blood qi steaming, standing between heaven and earth, just like the war god Xing Tian from ancient myths, dancing with his shield and axe.

The six hundred Mao Shen sensed something; they screamed in terror, yet it was utterly useless; flames rose from their bodies, transforming into balls of Jin Chong Guang that fell upon the blood-red shield and axe, adding six hundred layers of Jin Dan-level sharpness and solidification spells to them.

"Kill!"

The Giant Spirit General roared, and the giant axe slashed down vertically.

The Jin Chong Guang turtle shell was in front; the Vajra Dharma intent boiled and agitated as never before, adding layer upon layer of Jin Chong Guang to him, as if after reaching the utmost sublimation, it was about to break through itself.

Zzz...

Buzzzzz...

At this moment, from the distance, a faint electric hum came, like the subtle whisper between lovers.

The giant spirit general formed by Jia Wang stiffened his body.

He felt no pain at all; his entire body was already powerless, darkness swam before his eyes, and an unstoppable eternal night descended.

Before dying, he used his last bit of strength to move his eyeballs and finally saw something.

In the center of the turtle shell, obtained through the sacrifice of the Ben Ming Divine Beast that had accompanied him since childhood and upon which he relied to rise, a beast containing the bloodline of Brother Brother Xuanwu, a fist-sized hollow appeared, its edges neat and sharp.

The blood-colored giant axe held in both hands was his Ben Ming Fa, comparable to a High-Grade Infant Treasure; at this moment, a hole appeared on the axe blade.

Finally, the chest armor, a supreme-grade Infant Treasure unique to the Heavenly Palace that a Jin Dan cultivator could also use, capable of withstanding a strike from a peak Nascent Soul cultivator without damage, now similarly bore a fist-sized hollow.

Under the sunlight,

a beam of bright light shot from behind, passing through his heart without obstruction and shining before him, piercing straight through from front to back.

Burning everything, all of it.

Utterly useless.

"... When...?"

Jia Wang murmured these words, and the last shred of his soul shattered.

The hundred-zhang-tall body, like a giant spirit, crashed down, falling toward the ground.

It did not shrink; this was his true form.

The human shape was merely a usual disguise; like a Shenshan falling to earth, blood splashed across the sky, a god falling from the Heavenly Court.

In the sky, a flying sword gleamed, entirely crimson, gradually returning to its original state from the high heat, revealing a blue-gold sword body, buzzing with vibration, excited without end, brimming with killing intent.

Not enough,

far from enough!

Moments later, a hand grabbed her.

"Be good. I am too weak, and I have no other way."

The scarlet red of magma in Jiang Ding's eyes gradually faded, restoring some calm; he looked toward the distance: "You sensed the Dao Son's aura? Good."

"It must be Chong Yuan Zi."

"He has come to this world; this is good. We will not be left empty-handed."

All around, accompanied by another volley of ship cannons, all the Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace military formations were utterly annihilated.

The transport ships opened their cargo bays, parachutes deployed, airdropping tank after tank, armored vehicles, and a continuous stream of Qi Condensation realm soldiers onto the earth, spreading out in layers to cover the ground, their numbers reaching millions.

They would eliminate all resistance in the Di Ci Gao Jie, occupy this place, establish a foothold, and build a rule belonging to the Immortal Sect.

(End of this chapter)