Chapter 116

A demonic cultivator licked his lips; his face was twisted and his back hunched, and though he possessed only his upper body, he remained alive and full of vitality.

"These demonic cultivators must have too low a cultivation base to sense my own realm."

The clamor in his ears rolled in like a tide.

It was truly vexing to the mind.

A trace of coldness appeared in Meng Zhangqing’s eyes.

He then inserted the Iron Prison Token in his hand into the stone pillar beside him.

By relying on this token, one could open the doors one by one, or open them all at once!

Click, click, click!

In an instant, all the cell doors opened.

This caused the originally noisy first floor of the dungeon to fall silent.

Those demonic cultivators seemed stunned.

It was as if they hadn't expected the cell doors to suddenly open.

And Meng Zhangqing walked to the center of the plaza.

"Hehehe, this disciple must have made an operational error to have opened all the cell doors!"

A demonic cultivator was the first to react, surprise appearing on his face.

After all, in his understanding, who would open them all at once? Although the first floor only contained demonic cultivators at the Pulse Forging realm, there were over six thousand of them!

Gathered together, even someone at the Aperture Opening realm would be overwhelmed!

"Jiejiejie!"

"I want this guy's thigh!"

"I want his head!"

In an instant, all the demonic cultivators regained their senses, emitting bloodthirsty low growls.

Then, they leaped up.

They lunged toward Meng Zhangqing in the center of the plaza to slaughter him.

This was a shocking scene.

With demonic cultivators raining down from the sky, Meng Zhangqing stood alone in place, looking so small.

But the next second.

A calm voice slowly rang out.

"How truly noisy!"

As the words fell!

Countless golden sword qi whistled out!

It swept across the bodies of all the demonic cultivators!

Then it returned to Meng Zhangqing’s body.

The entire process seemed to have taken only a few breaths.

Bang, bang, bang!

It was like rain falling.

Over six thousand corpses fell from the air, torn to pieces, leaving the ground covered in remains.

A thick, bloody stench instantly filled the dungeon.

Everywhere one looked was filled with scarlet.

It was like the hell of legends.

"It's quiet now."

Meng Zhangqing exhaled lightly.

He raised his right hand.

Countless life and death qi rolled in, merging into the sword marks and the brand.

These were not ordinary people, but martial artists, so their life and death qi was much denser.

In fact, the number of kills required for the sword art was not fixed.

It could be said to vary from person to person.

This "person" refers to the target of the slaughter, as well as the cultivator themselves.

If the target is strong enough, one person can be worth hundreds, or even thousands.

And if the cultivator has high comprehension, they don't necessarily need to kill so many living beings.

Because during the cultivation process, there is no loss or waste of life and death qi.

"Perhaps I can cultivate to the perfection realm on my own without relying on an attainment card."

Feeling the massive life and death qi in his right hand, Meng Zhangqing’s eyes flickered.

After merging with the embryonic form of sword intent, his comprehension of sword techniques could be said to have reached an extremely high realm.

And he had already fully grasped the "Holy Spirit Slaughter Sword Art."

There would be no mistakes in his cultivation.

He could ensure that every wisp of life and death qi was used where it mattered most.

And now, his attainment in the sword art had already reached great success.

Perhaps he could really rely on the life and death qi of the fourth floor of the dungeon to reach perfection!

And the most crucial point was.

He would no longer be affected by the qi of slaughter.

Many people wanted to cultivate the "Holy Spirit Slaughter Sword Art," but ended up giving up one by one.

It was not just because it was too obscure and difficult to comprehend.

It was also because of the qi of slaughter.

It was like a voice that kept ringing in your ears, or even in your mind.

Kill, kill, kill!

Over time, it was easy to suffer qi deviation and completely fall into the path of slaughter.

Meng Zhangqing had been somewhat wary of this before.

He had planned to keep using attainment cards to improve, so that he wouldn't be affected.

But ever since he merged with the embryonic form of sword intent.

He had never heard that voice again.

Because the sword intent itself carried spiritual power.

The illusory giant sword standing in his mind.

Directly crushed all the noise.

It was as if he were immune to all evil!

In this way, there was no need to worry.

"Let's try it. If I can reach perfection, that would naturally be best."

Meng Zhangqing took the Iron Prison Token and walked down the passage toward the lower levels.

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Time passed slowly.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening.

At the iron gate, Duan Hun and the others were still standing there.

"When do you think Senior Brother Meng will come out?"

A disciple asked.

"Since he is cultivating the path of slaughter, he must kill everyone in the dungeon before he comes out."

"The first three floors are easy to talk about, but the fourth floor is the main thing; those are all demonic cultivators at the Creation realm! Although they are no longer at their peak, they are still very strong and need to be killed one by one."

"So I estimate it will take about five or six days."

Another disciple thought for a moment and said.

As for Duan Hun, he crossed his arms and continued to lean against the boulder.

With his eyes closed.