Chapter 640: Shattered Demonic Core, A Life-and-Death Farewell

"What we see is the Demon race slaughtering innocent lives!"

"What we see is you destroying homes and killing your own kind!"

"This is enough!"

As they spoke, the Heaven-Executing Divine Sword carved out a brilliant arc of light.

The sword light was as round as a full moon, yet its power was sufficient to sever everything.

"Not good!" Mozun hurriedly dodged.

But within the Shikong Changhe, speed became meaningless.

The sword light of the Heaven-Executing Divine Sword caught up to him in an instant.

"Ah!!!"

The Mo Shen Zhen Shen roared in agony, its right arm severed at the root.

The severed arm tumbled through space-time, spraying a massive amount of black demonic blood.

But more terrifyingly, the demonic blood spraying from the severed limb did not dissipate.

Instead, it transformed into thousands of small demons, attacking wildly within space-time.

These small demons were only the size of a fist, but their numbers were immense.

They surged toward the San Xian He Ti like a black cloud, attempting to drown them.

"Hmph! A mere petty trick!"

The San Xian He Ti did not care in the slightest, waving the Heaven-Executing Divine Sword lightly.

The sword Qi swept out like a storm, instantly enveloping the swarm of small demons.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!"

The small demons began to melt the moment they touched the sword Qi.

They let out sharp, miserable shrieks, but were quickly shredded by the sword Qi.

Turning into nothingness, they vanished completely within the Shikong Changhe.

"What?!" Mozun looked at this scene in disbelief.

His demonic blood avatar had actually been destroyed so easily!

The power of the Heaven-Executing Divine Sword was even stronger than he had imagined!

The battle grew increasingly intense; every collision between the two triggered tremors in space-time.

Affecting the trajectories of the past and the future.

Suddenly, a brand-new space-time fragment appeared.

This fragment did not show the past, but a possible future.

In the image, Nitian Mozun ruled over the Three Realms.

The Heavenly Court had turned into ruins, and the Lingxiao Baodian had collapsed and shattered.

The land of the Human Realm was desolate, devoid of any vitality.

The Mo Jie had become the only world, yet it had also become deathly still.

Countless living beings had become slaves to Mozun, struggling in pain.

There was no hope in their eyes, only despair and fear.

"This is the world I rule!" Mozun laughed triumphantly.

"How is it? Isn't it wonderful?"

But when the San Xian He Ti saw this image, the rage in their hearts burned even more fiercely.

"We must never let this kind of future become reality!" Lin Xuan said, gritting his teeth.

"For the sake of all innocent lives!" Nezha's voice was filled with killing intent.

"We must end everything here!" Zhang Wuji gripped the sword hilt tightly.

This possible future fragment made the San Xian He Ti even more determined to win.

No matter the cost, they had to prevent this dark future from arriving!

The Heaven-Executing Divine Sword erupted with light once more, more dazzling than before.

The divine sword sensed its master's resolve, and its power increased again.

The fierce battle continued in the Shikong Changhe, the two forces colliding incessantly.

The San Xian He Ti brandished the Heaven-Executing Divine Sword, every strike carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth.

Although the Mo Shen Zhen Shen had lost an arm, its remaining five arms were still exceptionally ferocious.

As the demonic weapons danced, space-time fragments shattered continuously.

But the San Xian He Ti had been searching for an opportunity, a fatal opportunity.

"Where is his demonic core?" Lin Xuan stared fixedly at the Mo Shen Zhen Shen.

"It should be in the center of his chest!" Nezha observed Mozun's movements.

"There is a special energy fluctuation there!" Zhang Wuji added.

That was correct; the demonic core was hidden deep within the chest of the Mo Shen Zhen Shen.

It was the source of Nitian Mozun's power, and also his fatal weakness.

As long as the demonic core was shattered, he could be killed completely!

But the location of the demonic core was protected by thick Moja.

Moreover, Mozun had been using his demonic weapons to block, giving them no chance.

"We must find a flaw!" The San Xian He Ti continued to attack.

The Heaven-Executing Divine Sword swung continuously, the sword light pouring down like a waterfall.

The Mo Shen Zhen Shen was forced into full defense, its five arms busy without pause.

But it only had five arms, while the attack angles of the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword were ever-changing.

Gradually, the Mozun's defense began to show gaps.

"The opportunity is here!" A flash of brilliance shone in Lin Xuan's eyes.

Just as the Mozun swung its magic blade to parry an attack from above, a brief opening appeared in its chest.

"Now!"

The three shouted in unison, all their power converging onto this one sword strike.

The Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword suddenly accelerated, piercing toward the Mozun's chest like lightning.

The tip of the sword radiated a brilliant light, carrying a sharpness capable of severing all things.

This sword strike condensed the will of countless heroes.

The majesty of Yudi, the wisdom of Taixuan Laozu, the benevolent heart of Xiao Yisheng.

The unyielding spirit of ten thousand Yingling, the sacrifice of the Jiu You Bing Long.

And the determination and courage of the San Xian He Ti themselves.

All power was in this one sword!

"Not good!" Nitian Mozun sensed the danger.

It hurriedly used its magic shield to block, but it was already too late.

The speed of the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword was too fast, the angle too tricky.

"Puchi!"

The sword tip pierced into the Mozun's chest without any obstruction.

It hit the core position of the magic core with precision!

"No—!"

The Mozun let out a desperate roar, the sound echoing throughout the entire Shikong Changhe.

The three heads twisted and deformed simultaneously, the originally blood-red eyes beginning to dim.

The madness in its eyes was replaced by fear, the fear of death.

"This Venerable... how could this Venerable be defeated by ants..."

The Mozun's voice grew weaker and weaker, filled with unwillingness.

But the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword had already pierced into its magic core.

Terrifying sword Qi raged inside the magic core, crazily destroying its structure.

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound came through.

Under the impact of the sword Qi, the magic core began to fracture.

At first, it was only a tiny crack, but it soon began to spread.

Countless tiny cracks spread like a spiderweb, covering the entire surface of the magic core.

"Crack, crack!"

The cracks became more numerous and denser.

The light of the magic core began to become unstable, flickering on and off.

But this did not mean the arrival of victory.

On the contrary, a greater danger was approaching.

The shattered magic core began to release unprecedented destructive energy.

This energy surged out like a flood, instantly dyeing the surrounding space-time red.

The entire Shikong Changhe began to tremble, as if unable to withstand this power.

"Hahaha! Even if this Venerable dies, you won't get to live either!"

Nitian Mozun suddenly laughed wildly, a final madness flashing in its eyes.

It used its last bit of strength to begin guiding the magic core toward a final explosion.

"This Venerable will drag the entire Shikong Changhe to destruction together!"

"Let the past, the present, and the future all turn into nothingness!"

The cracks in the magic core grew larger, and the energy within became increasingly violent.

The entire Shikong Changhe began to shake violently.

Countless fragments of space-time shattered in the tremors, turning into starlight and dissipating.

Those precious historical scenes, those important future possibilities.

All turned into nothingness under the impact of the magic core's destructive energy.

The San Xian He Ti felt the true threat of death.

The power of the magic core's explosion was enough to destroy everything, including themselves.

But they did not retreat, nor did they regret.

"It was worth it," Lin Xuan said calmly, "at least the Mozun is dead too."

"Yeah," Nezha's voice was very relaxed, "the Three Realms are finally safe."

"Let's all go home together," Zhang Wuji's voice carried a gentle firmness.