Chapter 377: Death (Extra chapter, seeking monthly votes)

*Shoo! *

A sudden change caught him off guard!

Caught unprepared, Meng Laomo Meng could only use his own demonic body to take the edge of the Rotten Iron Sword head-on!

A thin ray of sword light landed on his arm, causing a large number of scales to shatter and fly off... It actually severed the arm directly, and incidentally left a deep sword scar on Meng Laomo Meng's body.

"Ah!"

Meng Laomo Meng let out a miserable shriek, grabbed his severed arm with his other hand, and pressed it against the wound.

*Rip! *

Accompanied by countless blood-red mists wriggling like fine threads, it actually reattached the arm directly.

Even so, those wounds were still continuously oozing blood...

"Compared to the Ancient Demon's Undying Wei Shentong, this True Demon Body of yours still needs more practice..."

Fang Xing sneered.

"A brat who advanced by sheer luck."

Meng Laomo Meng roared, though he was inwardly terrified.

Even with a Void Refinement inheritance, how could he grasp a trace of Void Power just after advancing to Spirit Severing?

Such a sword cultivator, not to mention Void Refinement in the future, at least had a great chance of advancing to the late stage of Spirit Severing.

If he wasn't eliminated early, he would surely become a great disaster!

No!

Added to his elder, that Rank 5 body cultivator, they were already a scourge to the Infinite Palace's unification of the Vast Sea Cultivation World!

Fortunately... the opponent was only at the early stage of Spirit Severing!

A bright black talisman appeared in Meng Laomo Meng's hand, a look of heartache appearing on his face, before he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of demonic blood.

On the bright black talisman, blood-red runes danced like dragons and phoenixes.

Then... it just ignited without wind, and the strange radiance merged into the surrounding void.

"A Rank 6 talisman?"

"And a Rank 6 Void Talisman at that?"

Fang Xing frowned.

The Infinite Palace had also produced several great beings who ascended, leaving behind quite a bit of foundation for the sect.

"Not bad, this is a Rank 6 'Void-Prohibiting Talisman', its power even surpassing the Mountain and River Map."

Meng Laomo Meng sneered: "Today, not only will your flying sword be unable to teleport, but even your Primordial Spirit won't be able to escape..."

He also grasped Void Power; now that he was serious, demonic energy soared to the heavens. With a rub of his hands, demonic light suddenly appeared, transforming into an eighteen-layered cold purgatory, trapping Fang Xing within.

With the terror of these demonic prisons, even if Fang Xing broke one or two layers, they would quickly recover.

Once it became a war of attrition, the cultivation clone of a Spirit Severing early-stage sword cultivator would be in great danger.

"Sigh... I am ultimately at a disadvantage in cultivation realm."

Amidst a Huang Quan purgatory, Fang Xing swung his sword casually, beheading several Huang Quan evil ghosts, and sighed: "Fortunately... this is nothing at all."

After all, he was only a clone.

The main force was naturally still the main body!

"These eighteen demonic purgatories... should be a powerful divine ability the old demon cultivated by mixing Void Power with his own demonic arts; it seems real yet fake, fake yet real... If one cannot break through the upper limit of its endurance in one go, one must fight endlessly, and will sooner or later be exhausted to death... It is indeed a good idea for dealing with sword cultivators."

Fang Xing nodded slightly, watching the heaven and earth illusion change, transforming into a blood pool purgatory, from which blood ghosts crawled out one by one.

They looked ferocious, their bodies covered in red scales, with black horns on their heads, crawling out of the blood pool in an endless stream.

*This old demon must be playing for real. *

*The best tactic for a sword cultivator is actually a decapitation strike; if one hit doesn't land, flee a thousand miles... Falling into a war of attrition or a protracted war is fatal, after all, long defense leads to mistakes, and the defense of a sword cultivator is quite miserable... *

*But for me, a war of attrition is also fine. *

Fang Xing's Primordial Spirit controlled the sword, rays of sword light crisscrossing to slaughter the blood ghosts.

This time, he was in no hurry to break the blood pool purgatory, instead beginning to hone his own sword arts.

Since everyone's goal was to stall for time, then let's stall.

It just so happened he could familiarize himself with Spirit Severing means.

A Spirit Severing Heavenly Venerate as a sparring partner! This kind of treatment wasn't something just anyone could have.

"Hmm?"

Outside, Meng Laomo Meng saw this scene, his expression changing slightly.

Cultivator battles were extremely fast; even though he had unleashed such a divine ability, not even ten breaths had passed.

Even so, Fang Xing deliberately slowing down still made him suspicious.

Cultivators naturally had a spiritual sense of "a sudden whim"; Spirit Severing cultivators refined their Primordial Spirit, their spirits merging with heaven and earth, and this ability was enhanced even more.

At this moment, he had a bad feeling.

Of course, this feeling of a sudden whim wasn't always accurate, and could even cause a cultivator to harm themselves.

There was another possibility: being in a dangerous place at all times and constantly receiving warnings was equivalent to no warning at all.

For example, in the battle of the Primordial Yuan Shen Jian Zong, several Spirit Severing cultivators must have had such whims.

But venturing to explore the Primordial Yuan Shen Jian Zong's mountain gate, encountering danger was the most normal thing!

What's more, later on, confronting the Ancient Demons meant walking on a tightrope at all times, and such whims were ignored.

It was just that none of them expected there to be an otherworldly visitor like Fang Xing, who didn't play by the rules at all.

He just deployed a mecha and sent them away in one go.

As an otherworldly visitor, Fang Xing had a sense of being outside the Three Realms and not within the Five Elements; perhaps he actually countered the cultivators' whims!

But at this moment, Meng Laomo Meng still felt a strong chill: "Something's wrong... Could it be that something went wrong with those two Spirit Severing cultivators at the Ethereal Xiangong? My second Primordial Spirit plus the Infinite Demonic Palace, even if we can't win, we should be able to drag them out..."

Like the Two Worlds Banner, the Infinite Demonic Palace was the Infinite Palace's inherited treasure, its grade already reaching Rank 6, at the Void Refinement level!

Such a supreme treasure, there was only one in the entire Holy Land.

The one in the Primordial Yuan Shen Jian Zong was naturally that Rank 6 flying sword, but unfortunately, it disappeared into the void storm along with other Rank 5 flying swords... which made the later Fang Xing feel some regret.

However...

Now there was a chance to obtain two Rank 6 supreme treasures.

Spirit Severing cultivators holding Rank 6 supreme treasures ultimately found it difficult to fully unleash their power, so most Holy Lands combined the supreme treasures with grand formations.

But mechas were different; they could fully erupt with Rank 10 combat power, and even complement each other!

It could be said that the main universe's greatest advantage lay in the ability to use technology as an aid to erupt with power at a higher level!

Of course, for now, Rank 12 was the limit.

But later on, that might not be the case.

*Boom! *

Just as Meng Laomo Meng was terrified, a silver light flashed.

A terrifying humanoid mecha standing a hundred meters tall appeared.

Ferocious bone spurs emerged from the steel alloy deck, forming a pair of ghostly white bone wings, and pale radiance sprinkled down.

Within those eighteen layers of hell, countless evil ghosts, Asuras... all died, falling into a dead silence.

Even the divine ability itself was endowed with the concept of "life", and then died...

*Shoo! *

A ray of sword light appeared.

Fang Xing's cultivation clone arrived directly on the left palm of the Black Death mecha, looking down at Meng Laomo Meng.

"This... a puppet?"

Meng Laomo Meng's face was extremely ugly: "Rank 5? No... a Rank 6 puppet? Impossible... how could you break the blockade of the Void-Prohibiting Talisman?"

Although the appearance of a Void Refinement-level puppet in the lower realm was already unbelievable, what shocked Meng Laomo Meng even more was the Black Death's method of appearance—it had actually torn through the void to arrive!

The implications of this were simply chilling!

After all, he had just used the Infinite Palace's foundation, the Rank 6 Void-Prohibiting Talisman!

What kind of puppet could break through a Rank 6 Void-Prohibiting Talisman?

And how did such a large puppet cross the Great Void?

Even if Meng Laomo Meng thought about it a little, he felt a sense of horror, even wondering if he had been too arrogant today.

The two Spirit Severing cultivators of the Ethereal Xiangong were indeed dead wood in a tomb.

But these two from the Nether Kun Island were certainly not...

Just as he was horrified, Fang Xing had already made his move!

*Whoosh! *

The power of death between heaven and earth seemed to completely materialize, turning into a pale sickle held in the Black Death's right hand.

Then... the sickle swung gently!

*Shoo! *

A ray of white light slashed across Meng Laomo Meng; neither the Meta-Magnetic Shield nor the True Demon Body had any effect, and he was evenly split in two, falling into eternal death.

Even within the white light, the void began to shatter.

Dense silver space cracks formed terrifying arc blades, sweeping across the core of the True Demon Body!

*Clatter! *

After the blade light slaughtered Meng Laomo Meng, it continued unabated, sweeping across the sea for dozens of miles.

*Rip! *

A void rift dozens of miles long appeared, spanning the sea surface, as if devouring the surrounding space.

"Hmm?"

Fang Xing raised an eyebrow, the mecha's figure moved in an instant, arriving a hundred miles away.

On a desolate island, a strange black coffin suddenly emerged from the soil, a huge mark appearing on the coffin lid, as if slashed by the sickle of death.

*Crack! Crack! *

The pitch-black coffin fell apart, and Meng Laomo Meng's figure walked out from within.

Only at this time, his aura was withered to the extreme, and he looked severely injured.

"It was actually a Void Refinement puppet... I've really fallen this time, fortunately, I prepared this 'Heavenly Demon Blood Corpse' in advance..."

This secret technique also came from the "Nine Strategies of the Heavenly Demon", a supreme method for avoiding calamity and extending life.

Meng Laomo Meng had prepared a Heavenly Demon Blood Corpse as insurance when he invited the battle today.

It was just a pity that his cultivation of the secret technique wasn't quite perfect; using this blood corpse to transfer his life required being within a hundred miles.

His expression was pale, and a blood-essence escape talisman appeared in his hand, ready to break through the air and leave.

But suddenly, a terrifying mecha was already standing in the sky, the terrifying shadow it cast directly enveloping Meng Laomo Meng.

Meng Laomo Meng's face changed drastically: "This fellow Daoist, this old servant is willing to submit and hand over all the Infinite Palace's treasures to you!"

"You're a smart man, but unfortunately, I don't believe you."

Fang Xing smiled: "Perhaps you have other life-saving hidden hands and secret techniques... but it doesn't matter, your life is already in my hands."

With a thought, the Black Death had completely captured Meng Laomo Meng's aura, and then... a translucent, illusory pale heart appeared in the mecha's right hand.

It was none other than the Heart of Death!

"This is a deep utilization of the Law of Death; the Law of Death is most suitable for eliminating guys like this who are good at saving their lives and have many clones..."

Fang Xing thought indifferently, his eyes filled with the coldness and ruthlessness of looking down on all living beings.

*The path of laws, if entry-level is merely gaining amplification, then proficiency is deeper control. *

*And at the mastery level, one can condense the corresponding 'Heart of Law'; for those whose law comprehension is inferior to one's own, the advantage is very obvious. *

Now, with the main body constantly comprehending the "Star Palace Scroll", Fang Xing had gained many more insights into the path of laws.

*After mastery comes the grandmaster level, where one should be able to skillfully use various powers of laws, turning them into blades and swords is just the most basic... the biggest standard is condensing the 'Body of Law'... *

*At the final grandmaster level, it is a single thought creating laws, using one's own laws to repel other laws, forming a 'World of Law', deciding life and death... it can be said that one is only one step away from fully comprehending a law! *

Now, with the help of the Black Death, Fang Xing's Law of Death was enough to rival those with a Heart of Law!

In the Great Xia Universe, that was a Star Lord-level stellar powerhouse, a solid Rank 10 combat power.

Through the life aura of Meng Laomo Meng captured earlier, Fang Xing's will saw scenes of illusions through the pale heart in his hand.

He saw a cultivator with a pale face and only Foundation Establishment aura deep within a bronze palace.

He saw Meng Laomo Meng's second Primordial Spirit driving a strange demonic palace, fighting with Venerable Gu and Venerable Jin.

He even saw a strange corpse buried in a secret realm somewhere on the seabed!

*Quite impressive, you prepared three backups? *

Fang Xing muttered, saying with interest: "A second Primordial Spirit, possession, and splitting a trace of one's own Primordial Spirit, hiding a corpse in an inherited secret realm..."

As for why the opponent didn't use these methods to escape earlier?

Naturally, it was because the Heavenly Demon Blood Corpse method was the most convenient, and could even retain most of his Primordial Spirit and cultivation.

If he used other resurrection backups, the loss of cultivation and falling realms, or even various problems, was too great!

But compared to death, naturally retaining a trace of a chance to start over was best.

It was just a pity that under the concept of death, Fang Xing, with the help of the law, directly controlled Meng Laomo Meng's many "deaths"...

Even, with a single thought, it was enough to make Meng Laomo Meng's many clones and backups perish!

*Thump-thump! *

The pale heart was still beating.

With every beat, Meng Laomo Meng's face turned paler, becoming more like a dead person...

"Death!"

Fang Xing sighed silently, countless ghostly white bone spurs emerging from the mecha's palm, piercing into the translucent illusory heart.

*Crack! *

Accompanied by the pale heart shattering into pieces, Meng Laomo Meng instantly lost all aura, his corpse falling to the ground.

Not only that, the possession body hiding in the bronze palace, and the trace of Primordial Spirit entrusted to the corpse in the deep-sea secret realm, all dissipated instantly, entering complete and eternal death...

A certain sea surface.

Large amounts of puppet wreckage fell into the ocean, floating with the waves.

Above the sky, a demonic palace emitted rich True Demonic energy, like clusters of dark clouds, almost blotting out the sky and sun.

Venerable Gu and Venerable Jin stood under a silver long banner, both of their expressions extremely ugly.

The Two Worlds Banner was good at the way of the void, sufficient for self-preservation, but insufficient for progress.

Facing the second Nascent Soul of Meng Laomo Meng, who was also wielding a Void Refining treasure, he naturally suffered a great loss.

Not only that, even though Meng Laomo Meng's second Nascent Soul was only at the mid-stage of Spirit Severing, its various secret techniques and divine abilities far exceeded their imagination.

"The situation is untenable, let's go."

Venerable Jin spoke with difficulty; relying on the Two Realms Banner to escape was still not a problem.

It was just that their original plan to act as the fisherman would be completely dashed.

Venerable Gu was just about to speak when he swept his divine sense across and his expression suddenly changed drastically.

He saw that the second Nascent Soul of Meng Laomo Meng, which had been showing off its power just a moment ago, had dissipated directly at some unknown time, revealing a pitch-black inner core that fell from mid-air...

In the void, that Infinite Demon Palace let out a mournful cry, turned into a streak of black light, and fled directly.

This scene left the two Spirit Severing Venerables of the Ethereal Xiangong stunned: "That second Nascent Soul, why did it just dissipate? Even the object the Nascent Soul was entrusted to fell down; it shouldn't be fake, right?"

I've been running to the hospital these past few days, so updates have been sluggish. I ask for the readers' understanding. Um, the update tomorrow morning will be a bit late.

(End of this chapter)