Chapter 271

A demonic cultivator licked his lips; his face twisted, his back hunched, possessing only his upper body, yet he was still alive and brimming with vitality.

"These demonic cultivators must have cultivation bases too low to sense my cultivation realm."

The noise in his ears rolled like a tide.

It truly made one's mind and spirit restless.

A hint of coldness also appeared in Meng Zhangqing's eyes.

He then drove the Iron Prison Token from his hand into a nearby stone pillar.

With this token, one could open the doors one by one, or open them all at once!

Click-click-click!

In an instant, all the prison cell doors opened.

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

Those demonic cultivators seemed stunned.

As if they hadn't expected the cell doors to suddenly open?

Meanwhile, Meng Zhangqing walked to the center of the plaza.

"Hehehe, this disciple must have made a mistake in operation, opening all the cell doors!"

A demonic cultivator reacted first, a look of delight appearing on his face.

After all, in his understanding, who would open them all at once? Although the first layer only contained demonic cultivators of the Tempered Meridian Realm, there were still over six thousand of them!

Gathered together, even someone of the Aperture Opening Realm would be drowned!

"Jie-jie-jie!"

"I want that guy's thigh!"

"I want his head!"

In an instant, all the demonic cultivators snapped back to their senses, emitting bloodthirsty growls.

Then they leaped into the air.

Rushing to kill Meng Zhangqing in the center of the plaza.

This was a shocking scene.

Demonic cultivators fell from the sky like rain, while Meng Zhangqing stood alone in place, looking so insignificant.

But the next second.

A calm voice slowly rose.

"So noisy!"

As the words fell!

Countless golden sword qi roared out!

Cutting through the bodies of all the demonic cultivators!

Then returning into Meng Zhangqing's body.

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

Bang-bang-bang!

Like rain falling.

Over six thousand corpses in the air fell one by one, torn apart, leaving scattered remains everywhere.

A thick smell of blood instantly filled the dungeon.

Wherever one looked, it was a sea of crimson.

Like the legendary underworld.

"Now it's quiet."

Meng Zhangqing exhaled lightly.

He raised his right hand.

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

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

In fact, the number of kills required by the sword art is not fixed.

It can be said to vary from person to person.

The "person" here refers to the targets of the killing, as well as the cultivator themselves.

If the targets of the killing are strong enough, then one person can equal hundreds, or even thousands.

And if the cultivator's own comprehension is high, they do not need to truly kill that many living beings.

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

"Perhaps I won't need to rely on the proficiency card; I can cultivate to the Perfection Realm on my own."

Feeling the abundant life-and-death qi in his right hand, Meng Zhangqing's gaze shifted slightly.

After integrating the prototype of sword intent, his comprehension of sword techniques could be said to have reached an extremely high realm.

And the "Holy Spirit Slaughter Sword Art" had already been fully comprehended by him.

Cultivating it would not involve any mistakes.

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

And now his sword art proficiency had already reached great mastery.

Perhaps he could truly rely on the life-and-death qi of the four layers of this dungeon to reach the Perfection Realm!