Chapter 480

It could be said that he was the chess player of this world, and other sixth-turn Venerables and Semi-Saints were just chess pieces in his hands.

Even if you were as strong as a seventh-turn, it was almost impossible to contend with him because he controlled a portion of the Zhang family's resources.

The other one was a female elder, Zhang Xuanrou.

She wore red and green witch robes, and her appearance was young, but the ugly wrinkles and age spots on her fingers revealed her true age.

Because she practiced curse-type soul technique skills in her early years, her physical aging was irreversible, and it was difficult to recover using various secret techniques.

In the end, only her face could maintain a young appearance.

Her young face, paired with her wrinkled neck and finger skin, made her appearance look extremely eerie.

The world believed that her strength was no weaker than Zhang Quyan's, and perhaps even a notch higher.

Because her profession, Soul-Refining Gu Saint, was just too evil; no one knew how many terrifying methods she had.

The Gu worms in the brains of many Zhang family slaves were planted by her.

Hearing Zhang Guliu's inquiry, Zhang Quyan responded first.

His wrist turned slightly, and his five fingers gripped the air.

Boom!

The next instant, sand flew and stones moved, and dust appeared.

A circular crack suddenly appeared on the rock on the ground.

The rock trembled, and the ruins of the circular sword mark array in the center of the Thousand Grave Sword Mound floated up.

Zhang Quyan made it float in mid-air, his gaze indifferent.

"The array patterns on it are still clear and true, but there is no magic power support, so it can no longer be used."

"This should be a one-time array; we arrived too late."

Zhang Quyan's old eyes narrowed slightly, looking across the cliff.

He vaguely felt that something earth-shattering was happening on the other side, but not a single breath of energy was transmitted out.

Hearing this, Zhang Guliu's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he lowered his head to ponder.

"Across the cliff, it seems to be a secret realm sect, and this array is the gate to enter?" He thought to himself.

Subsequently, he looked at Zhang Xuanrou.

"Fifth Elder, you are not only proficient in soul techniques and Gu-refining methods, but also have studied arrays; do you have a way to deal with this array?"

Soul light flashed in Zhang Xuanrou's eyes as she scanned the array.

Subsequently, she smiled coldly and said in an extremely old voice.

"It's very simple."

She was decisive and didn't say much, directly activating her skill.

She saw her hands trembling, and countless array flags flew out from her sleeves, along with hundreds of black insects flashing with eerie green light.

Those insects landed on the array eye, withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turning into fly ash.

It was as if they were using the insects' lives to provide the power to restart the array.

The array flashed with eerie green soul light and was successfully activated!

It didn't even need anyone to stand in the array; it opened directly.

This was the power of a seventh-turn Saint.

B-level dungeons were generally for Venerables to team up and train, so Zhang Xuanrou's arrival meant she could definitely walk sideways.

Most restrictions, traps, and arrays could be easily cracked by her.

Apart from the BOSS of this world, there were basically no units that could make her feel danger.

The array opened.

The scene across the cliff changed instantly!

The originally barren cliff bank turned into a distant high mountain!

The mountain was towering, standing majestically, straight into the clouds.

On the mountain peak, countless demons were rampaging, floating in the air, and at the same time, sword light was flashing.

The demon wind was like clouds, pitch black, and the scene was terrifying and grand.

"Across this cliff, such an ancient sect was actually hidden!?" Zhang Yunxiao said, his gaze shocked.

"Could this be the Shushan that the cultivators of this dungeon often mention?" Zhang Xiangsheng's eyes were thoughtful.

"Hmm... this sect is hidden too perfectly; even I didn't feel its aura before," Elder Zhang Quyan was also a bit surprised.

Zhang Xuanrou gripped her palm, and the remaining living Gu worms flew into her sleeves.

"Demon wind is sweeping; this place should be the area where the World BOSS appeared as reported by the world rules," she said with a calm expression.

Zhang Guliu nodded, killing intent surging in his eyes.

"Sword light is flashing on this mountain peak, and this dungeon is also a sword path dungeon; the highest secret treasure is of the sword type."

"All of this fits the God of Slaughter who uses a sword perfectly."

"At this moment, he might be on the mountain peak, in a bloody battle with the BOSS."

"At the same time, Jiang Yunqing's location is also nearby."

As he spoke, his eyes became increasingly cold.

His intuition told him that he couldn't be wrong this time.

"Since that's the case, let's kill our way up the mountain," Zhang Quyan smiled indifferently, endless pressure flowing in his eyes.

Under his feet, the mountain rocks shattered, cracks appeared, and the surrounding sword mounds were shaken to pieces, the corpses of Shushan disciples within them turned into fly ash.

The group of Zhang family experts, led by Zhang Quyan, all rushed to the peak of Shushan!

They didn't come here to kill the BOSS.

But to slaughter the God of Slaughter and kill Jiang Yunqing.

At this moment, at the peak of the Shushan Sword Sect.

Boom, boom, boom!

The Demon-Suppressing Tower completely collapsed and was destroyed, dust filling the air.

The violent sound spread throughout the world.

Iron chains hung down, talisman papers vanished, and the fifty-six swords of past sect leaders surrounding the high tower were also smashed into iron pieces by the ruins.

These black iron steel swords were not of high quality themselves, because the cultivators of this world relied on their own sword intent, cultivation, and insights.

As a sword path master of the sect leader level, there was little difference between using a wooden sword or a magic treasure sword.

It was all relying on the sword intent infusion of the Sword Saint before death that these swords could reinforce the seal.

Now that many years had passed, the sword power within them had dissipated for the most part, and as time wore them down, they became ordinary swords.

Demon Monarch Zituo stared coldly at the scene of the Demon-Suppressing Tower's destruction, his gaze carrying a hint of a smile and endless mockery.

"The ten-thousand-year-old tower has collapsed today."

"From now on, there will be no place to suppress demons in this world."

"Xiang Wuhei, your decision to let that kid enter and slaughter the demon race was meaningless; instead, it helped this seat!"

Zituo laughed boldly.

Xiang Wuhei looked at the Demon Monarch, his expression solemn.

The Demon-Suppressing Tower would not collapse easily; even Demon Monarch Zituo, having spent a hundred years accumulating power, could only cause cracks in it.

Once it collapsed, it meant that the Demon-Suppressing Sword hanging at the top of the tower had a problem.

But what kind of power would it take to destroy the Demon-Suppressing Sword?

Could it be that there was a peerless Demon Saint stronger than the Demon Monarch hidden inside the Demon-Suppressing Tower!?

Then wouldn't his decision to let the kid Su Ming break in be harming his life?

Thinking of this, a moment of self-reproach appeared in Xiang Wuhei's heart.

At this instant, the Demon Monarch seized the opening and suddenly erupted.

He wanted to use this move to completely suppress and kill the Semi-Saint Xiang Wuhei.

Demonic power surged in Zituo's gaze, instantly drawing the spiritual energy of the universe to gather, and demonic power condensed into a fist shadow.

He transformed into a series of afterimages, crossing the sky!

His speed was at its peak, causing continuous sonic booms!

In the sky, the miserable sound like ghosts crying and wolves howling became extremely noisy, chilling to the bone; this was a sign that the demon wind was at its peak.