Chapter 273

Not a single word was spoken.

He looked as if his state of mind had not yet recovered from the morning.

The fourth layer of the dungeon.

And also the deepest layer.

Here were imprisoned demonic cultivators of the Creation Realm or fourth-level demonic beasts.

Some had been here for many years.

Others had only arrived recently.

In the outside world, they would all have been powerful figures capable of establishing strong families.

But facing the Xuan Sect.

They still possessed no power to resist.

Boom!

A massive figure crashed to the ground, splashing up bright red blood.

He was not a demonic beast.

But a human demonic body-refiner with the strength of the sixth stage of the Transformation Realm.

His skin was pale and bloodless, like a corpse, yet incredibly tough, impervious to swords and blades.

Yet now it was covered in sword scars, and his waist was almost severed, held together only by strands of blood.

"The Shiyinmo Sect, huh."

Meng Zhangqing murmured softly.

He had learned this during the battle.

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The Shiyinmo Sect was also one of the ten demonic sects, and its strength was formidable, at least somewhat greater than that of the Huangquanmo Sect.

This sect specialized in body refinement.

It had produced many powerful body-refining martial artists.

However, because their techniques were demonic arts, many of them ultimately met tragic ends.

Meng Zhangqing withdrew his attention.

He glanced around.

The number of demonic cultivators on the fourth layer could certainly not be as large as on the first three layers.

There were only about two hundred.

"So satisfying."

Meng Zhangqing cracked his neck.

His white robe was already stained crimson, blood flowed everywhere around him, and corpses littered the ground.

Much the same as before.

After arriving on the fourth layer, he had opened all the cells.

If anyone were here, they would surely be left speechless.

After all, the demons here were all of the Creation Realm, and their strength was not insignificant.

But what could be done when Meng Zhangqing's reserves were so profound?

The Nether Sea Return to Origin Art allowed him to fight for an extended duration, while the Exquisite Great Luo Heaven could unleash tenfold combat power!

So relying on these old, crippled demonic cultivators imprisoned here for so long.

They were even less likely to be his match.

No matter how many sheep there were, they remained sheep, unable to pose a threat to a fierce tiger.

"After this battle, the gains are indeed substantial."

Meng Zhangqing rubbed his face.

His cold gaze peered through the gaps between his fingers.

Being ambushed by so many demonic cultivators at once, it was impossible to say it was not stimulating.

Although he had not yet employed the nascent form of sword intent, all his other trump cards had naturally been forced into use.

And this greatly increased his combat experience.

Especially regarding his understanding of demonic arts.

Previously, it had been solely the Huangquanmo Sect, but here, there were many varieties.

The Shiyinmo Sect, the Hehuanmo Sect, the Xueshenmo Sect, and so on.

Among the ten great demonic sects, he had now encountered at least six.

Should he meet them in the future, he would have a plan to deal with them, rather than being lost in ignorance.

Setting aside his thoughts, Meng Zhangqing raised his right hand.

He began to absorb the vital energy and deathly qi of this place!

Whoosh!

It was as if a fierce wind had erupted!

Vast amounts of black and white qi floated up from the corpses, incredibly dense and immense.

Whether in quality or quantity, they far surpassed those of the first three layers!

They had almost become a surging tide!

"So much!"

Meng Zhangqing's eyes narrowed slightly.

Such a quantity is not something an ordinary person can withstand.

Even before absorbing it, one can already hear the boundless sounds of slaughter within!

Surging in from all directions.

Enough to utterly crush a person's will!

If integrated into the body.

The consequences are obvious.

Those with weak wills would likely become beasts of slaughter in an instant!

Even those with strong wills, over time, would develop problems.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

The voices at his ears were noisy and unceasing, as if they would never stop.

But the next second!

The sword intent within his mind erupted in violent resonance!

Like evening drums and morning bells!

Shattering all, purging ten thousand evils!

Then the world grew quiet.

Meng Zhangqing's lips curled slightly upward.

It seems the sword intent's uses still need much further exploration.

Huh!

As the Killing Heart Scripture circulated, the black and white qi around him began rolling in.

Frantically merging into his palms.

Even with the sword intent present, Meng Zhangqing still felt a chilling cold stirring within his body.

It hadn't been there before, because the death qi's quality was ordinary.

But now.

These were all drawn from Creation Realm experts.

Without hesitation, Meng Zhangqing sat cross-legged.

He didn't care that his feet were in muddy blood.

He continuously circulated the Scripture, beginning the final step.

Once completed, the Holy Spirit Killing Sword Art could reach the Perfection Realm!

The core of the Sword Art. (the吗好)

First: the Holy Spirit imprint.