Chapter 434: All Gods Fall Together, The Vast Catastrophe

Qian Chen did not pay attention to Tian Tian Qi Zi; such a person was nothing more than a single blade stroke. The one who could truly make him act with caution was this Heavenly Demon Fu Zang, which had already nurtured a trace of Master Chunyang and whose Yin Spirit was about to transform into a Yang Spirit.

The vibrating Great Bell of Death contained a terrifying intent of sending everything to the grave. Under the bell sound, the void itself was distorting.

Visible spatial ripples spread out, and Qian Chen, who was closest, even felt his physical body was about to be crushed.

Although there was also the reason that the void within the cave heaven was not as solid as the Earth Immortal Realm, this great success ghost treasure that shook the void was already terrifying to the extreme. The Heavenly Demon's boast that it dared to attack Xie An was no empty word.

Qian Chen formed seals with both hands, holding them together, like the rotation of Yin and Yang.

He stared at the rolling funeral bell sound and shouted sternly: "Zha!"

This roar was like heavenly thunder crossing the sky, but its essence had already been distorted. Qian Chen combined the Supreme Dao Sound with the Soundless Divine Thunder to comprehend the Xiyi Divine Thunder, a divine ability close to perfection. At this moment, he reversed the Xiyi Divine Thunder, distorting this profound Dao intent into demonic. Looking but not seeing is called Yi; listening but not hearing is called Xi; grasping but not obtaining is called Wei.

These three cannot be questioned, so they are mixed into demonic!

Following the stern shout, the divine temple suddenly fell into gloom. This great shout was vast and mighty, sweeping away with the gradually deepening darkness, shrouding the divine temple within it. In an instant, thick darkness shrouded Qian Chen and the Heavenly Demon. Just as the darkness was about to spread to Si Princess Qingcheng, a faint light suddenly isolated the darkness; it was the Candle Dragon Fire Essence in the hand of the external incarnation.

Si Princess Qingcheng's heart sank, and she said worriedly: "This is... Yu Yu Jiuyou Darkness!"

Qian Chen's external incarnation nodded slightly: "Darkness is also something that is looked at but not seen, listened to but not heard, grasped but not obtained, so reversing the Xiyi Divine Thunder is Yu Yu Jiuyou Darkness!"

The Spider Goddess Luo also stepped off the spider web and exited the divine temple. At this time, she was covering her mouth and laughing: "Haha... this is the true demonic path. Only such a person is worthy of being the one in the heart of this concubine."

"This concubine has lingered here for thousands of years, and this is the first time I have seen someone who can manipulate the Yu Yu Jiuyou Abyss Darkness!"

"Pah!" Si Princess Qingcheng said indignantly: "These disgusting things were all born by her! She doesn't even look at her own status, yet she dares to have designs on Senior Brother."

Luo suddenly looked back at where Si Princess Qingcheng was, a trace of a cold sneer appearing at the corner of her mouth.

A wheel of divine light rose behind Si Princess Qingcheng's head, and her divine path dharma body was hidden within the divine light, on guard. Luo hooked the corner of her mouth and smiled slightly: "A demonic path seed, actually followed by a Daoist female immortal true disciple, interesting, interesting!"

Qian Chen's external incarnation took a step forward, blocking in front of Ning Ning Shimei Si, a wisp of sword intent faintly permeating from his divine sense, locking onto Luo from afar.

Luo's expression moved slightly, and after thinking for a moment, she laughed and said: "This concubine has no intention of entangling with you. If you want to use the God-Sacrificing Platform, you still have to beg me!"

Ning Ning Shimei Si looked back upon hearing this, but Qian Chen shook his head slowly and said: "No need for her!"

He had a back door opened personally by the true spirit of the Luo Tian Immortal Artifact; was a mere demonized evil god worthy of blocking him?

The distorted Xiyi Divine Thunder... or rather 'Yu Yu Jiuyou Demonic Thunder' exploded with a bang, turning into rolling darkness.

That inaudible demonic path thunder sound distorted everything it touched toward demonic nature. The trace of Master Chunyang that the Heavenly Demon used to maintain its sanity was suddenly invaded by the demonic sound, and the Yang Qi accumulated over twenty generations of people suddenly turned into Yin evil, demonizing the Heavenly Demon. In just an instant, a layer of green hair grew on the Heavenly Demon's body, which was as withered as an ancient corpse.

That green hair was full of evil, decay, bad luck, and terrifying power, containing the Yu Yu Jiuyou supreme evil.

The Heavenly Demon knew that if it let him continue to act, it feared it would truly be subdued by his demonic path and turned into a ghost treasure in his hand.

And this was precisely the test of the Ghost Cry Sect for true disciples, relying on the true disciples' demon-subduing techniques, in the long time spent with the ghost treasure, to learn the method of truly refining the evil ghosts within and subduing these senior Yin Spirits.

For those who cultivate the ghost path, the Yang Spirit realm is too difficult to pass, so predecessors had no choice but to do so.

Using disciples and ghost treasures to raise gu, the winner is the true successor of the Ghost Cry Sect.

But the Heavenly Demon could never have imagined that what twenty generations of the Ghost Cry Sect had not completed, was almost accomplished by a little demon lord of the Yu Yu Jiuyou Sect in the span of a single roar!

The Yu Yu Jiuyou Demonic Thunder triggered the dark power hidden within the cave heaven, turning into this piece of darkness, wanting to refine it completely.

And the green hair that grew on its body was the foreign object transformed by the invading power of darkness. As long as this green hair covered its entire body, the Heavenly Demon would be refined by the Yu Yu Jiuyou Demonic Thunder and become a god-demon controlled by Qian Chen.

One of the Heavenly Demon's right hands was already covered in green hair, and it suddenly grabbed toward its back involuntarily.

Tian Tian Qi Zi, who had already escaped the temple, looked back in panic at the last moment. At this time, the temple suddenly fell into darkness where one could not see one's fingers, and a large hand full of green hair and witheredness grabbed toward him with a whoosh.

Even though Tian Tian Qi Zi was the pride of the Ghost Cry Sect for a time and could be considered a strong person among the demonic path true disciples, how could he compare to the Heavenly Demon, the grandmaster raised within the ghost treasure, and even less could he compare to a monster like Qian Chen, who had the bearing of a Demon Xie Xie Zushi in the demonic path.

With one strike, the ghost claw broke all the spells and protective artifacts on his body, and the huge withered ghost hand grabbed him.

Tian Tian Qi Zi said in horror: "Xie Zushi, I didn't want to escape, Xie Zushi... I didn't want to escape!"

That demonic shadow that had always accompanied it shouted sternly: "Shut up! Xie Zushi Fu Zang has already been restrained by a more profound demonic path, and at this moment is controlled by others, acting involuntarily!"

Tian Tian Qi Zi then struggled and said: "Senior, save me!"

The demonic shadow struck out a mysterious light, shattering the green-haired ghost claw. This was also the moment when the Heavenly Demon Fu Zang fought back with all its might. It used its left hand, which had not yet grown hair, to grab the Great Bell of Death beside it and smash it down toward Qian Chen's head.

On the Great Bell of Death, the rust was mottled, like bloodstains. That blood rust emitted a soul-stirring blood light, and every speck of rust turned into iron blood with astonishing killing power. A single speck of blood light could pierce through the protective Qi of a Yin Spirit.

The iron bell smashed down, and even the Yu Yu Jiuyou Darkness was pierced through.

The bell sound isolated the invasion of the Yu Yu Jiuyou Demonic Thunder, and the bell mouth echoed with shock waves that could easily shatter everything, intending to smash Qian Chen's head into powder.

Qian Chen, standing in the darkness, raised his head suddenly. He gripped the air with his right hand and pulled a blood light out of the darkness.

The darkness was like a scabbard, and the blood light was like a ribbon, sharp as a blade. It drained all the essence and energy from the spider-woman demon objects in the darkness, the corpses of the Ghost Cry Sect true disciples, and the dark spider silk of the spider webs, fusing them into it.

The blood light was bright red, yet sharp and peerless, and countless phantoms of gods lying in piles of corpses appeared around the blade light...

In the divine temple where Qian Chen was, a phantom of a towering stone platform appeared, about a hundred feet high, inscribed with countless divine texts. Each one was a remnant of the ancient divine path that Wang Zhiyuan dreamed of, capable of refining his golden bell into a magic treasure.

In the illusion, this divine platform used the thoughts and wishes of all living beings to cast gods one by one. Countless divine lights were entwined upon them, and where the brilliance was bright, it emitted a divine might that made people awe-struck. And today's Spider Goddess was just an inconspicuous little weaver goddess the size of a thumb, like a jade person, on the divine platform.

At this time, huge hanging mountains were moving in the sky, and bronze giant ships the size of the hanging mountains were crossing the sky.

In this barren demonic land, divine light appeared everywhere. Disciples of the Fang Immortal Path were protected by gods, reclaiming, weaving, and smelting in the demonic land...

Tens of thousands of jade-colored weaver goddesses were weaving ribbons that covered the sky; hundreds of thousands of divine craftsmen, large and small, holding hammers, were forging huge bronze flying ships and war artifacts; dazzling electric light bloomed in the hands of the Thunder Gods, opening a huge thunder pool covering a thousand miles in the sky, producing thunder towers one by one...

A golden ball emitting dazzling golden light hung above the nine heavens, held up by a huge golden man ninety thousand feet tall in the depths of the cave heaven, acting as the sun of the cave heaven, sprinkling light.

At the most glorious moment of this era, the divine might was vast, and thick, inseparable darkness spread from the huge golden man, who was peerlessly strong. The golden light dimmed, and dragon and snake scales appeared on the surface of the towering golden man. Its lower body was actually in the darkness, twisting into a dragon tail, and the golden ball it held up also fell from the nine heavens.

The deepest darkness invaded from the deepest part of that light...

At this moment, the hanging mountains and floating islands in the sky fell like rain.

The gods all over the sky suddenly twisted, turning into fierce ghosts and demon gods, killing any life beside them, unleashing powerful divine abilities, and destroying everything.

At this moment, all gods fell together, blood rain fell in the sky, and hundreds of thousands of corpses were piled around the altar...

An old man in white robes wept in grief, and disciples of the Fang Immortal Path fought back to the death. The remaining floating islands in the sky arranged themselves into a mysterious formation, and countless thunder towers struck with all their might, finally breaking the demonized golden man.

But after all this passed, this glorious sect had become a ruin of demonic land. The nine stone platforms were scarred and broken, most of the hanging mountains and floating islands in the sky had fallen, all the peerlessly strong war artifacts were lost, and countless Luo Tian artifacts fell into the dust, buried under the sinkhole.

After all the dust settled, the corpses of the weaver goddesses who drove the jade spiders were piled into mountains on the God-Sacrificing Platform.

A weaver goddess, whose lower body was empty and who was dragging a smear of blood, was dragged out by a jade spider, dying. She barely opened her eyes, looked at the corpses of her companions beside her, and burst into loud tears. While crying, she coughed up blood, and finally, she bit the jade spider that had saved her, sewing herself and the jade spider together...

"Hahahaha..."

Luo saw these light and shadows faintly appearing in the darkness and suddenly laughed wildly.

Her expression was distorted, and the eight spider legs on her lower body suddenly shot up, pouncing toward that darkness. She stabbed out the poison needle under her abdomen, the demon light on the needle tip being the most poisonous and hateful!

At this moment, everything recorded by the God-Sacrificing Platform, the trace of grief, guilt, despair, and madness remaining from thousands of years ago... that extreme demonic nature and wish power, were all guided out by Qian Chen with one blade, fusing into that smear of blood-colored blade light.

Within the blood light, the corpses of the gods appeared.

Wherever the blade Qi pointed, it was all the vastness of the catastrophe.

The deepest part, however, was the various 'demonic natures' recorded by the darkness of this cave heaven for ten thousand years.

Heavenly... Demon... Blood-Transforming... Divine... Blade!

"All gods fall together, the vast catastrophe!"

This blade stroke stagnated the surging bell sound of the Great Bell of Death, split open the dark-colored bell body, and slashed at the throat of the Heavenly Demon Fu Zang.

Wherever the blade light passed, dense green hair covered the Heavenly Demon's body, and in the blink of an eye, it rotted this Yin ghost body into nothingness, leaving only a little bit of fluttering green hair, recording the decay and despair of that great catastrophe. The Spider Goddess Luo pounced over with sharp demon light, but was slashed on her left rib by the residual light of the blood blade, wailing and retreating.

Outside the temple, the demonic shadow that had rescued Tian Tian Qi Zi suddenly changed color...

He pushed Tian Tian Qi Zi behind him, and in his astonished gaze, burned his origin to turn into a line of blood light, escaping a thousand miles in an instant.

At this time, the blood-colored blade light in the temple suddenly erupted, sweeping past...

Tian Tian Qi Zi's face remained with an expression of horror, despair, incomprehension, and doubt. That smear of blood light rushed out from a blood line between his eyebrows, taking away all his true Qi, essence blood, cultivation, and even the demon ghost he raised in his body, which had transformed from his life soul, all turning into a pool of eerie blood, fusing into that blade light.

The blade light dissipated, but Qian Chen reached out his hand to catch the fluttering green hair.

He was silent for a long time and couldn't help but sigh slightly. Under the catastrophe, how many joys and sorrows, tragedies, and despairs were there to make this smear of blade light so eerie? What had those indifferent virtual gods experienced to leave behind so much unforgettable demonic nature? Letting the incredible demonic nature fused by this blade give birth to such changes.

He stood for a long time, and when the lingering charm dissipated, he said to Luo without looking back: "Sorry, you came too recklessly and were accidentally injured!" ===== CHAPTER 435 =====