Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Whoosh! ——

In an instant, Taoist Master Yuheng stepped into the air, his Taoist robe fluttering in the strong wind.

Seven hundred disciples of Yunque Cave Heaven formed a sword formation on the mountainside, and each flying sword was surrounded by ice-blue frost.

"The sky is blue, its color is right!"

He bit his tongue and used his blood to draw the Bagua on his palm. The sword formation instantly turned into a deep blue vortex.

Buzz!

The next moment, the swords in the hands of the Yunque disciples began to hum in their scabbards, and the jade beads tied to the sword tassels collided with each other, making a clear sound of ringing pendants.

"Get into formation!"

As Master Yuheng pointed his sword at the sky, seven hundred sword lights shot up into the sky, as if weaving a flowing galaxy outside the barrier.

In an instant, large swarms of devouring purple locusts crashed into the sword net and were all crushed into purple powder.

But just as Tianmeng Shenji expected, the powders reaggregated into smaller locusts during the fall, and their number was three times the original!

"Hahahaha!"

Famine Knight Commander Soram laughed madly, "You don't know what you can do! There is nothing in this world that the Devouring Purple Locusts cannot devour! My dears, eat up those sword lights!"

After receiving Solam's order, those even smaller purple locusts attached themselves to the sword light in large numbers. In the blink of an eye, a huge gap had been eaten away in the galactic light wrapped around the barrier.

"The sky is vast, and all sounds are empty!"

True Man Yuheng changed his hand gestures rapidly, and the seven hundred disciples of Yunque Cave Heaven actually flew out of their bodies and flew out of the barrier on swords.

I saw a series of spiritual shadows breaking away from the physical body, burning the power of the original status, and becoming one with the body and the sword!

In an instant, the seven hundred disciples stood on Mingjian Peak like clay sculptures or stone carvings. If their spirits could not return in time, they would also have no way out, and that was death.

"Come on!"

Each soul merged with the sword energy and transformed into swimming fish, weaving through the locust swarms.

Abandoning the constraints of the physical body not only makes them faster, but also makes them immune to the gnawing damage of the devouring purple locusts to a great extent.

"break!"

A young Yunque disciple controlled the sword with his mind, and when the sword light spurted out, it turned into countless tiny needles, accurately piercing into the crystal core on the forehead of each purple locust.

The locusts that were hit immediately stiffened and fell down, but exploded the moment they hit the ground and could not be reborn.

"Haha, I found the weakness of these bugs!"

The young monk laughed wildly, "Brothers, as long as we destroy the purple crystals of these locusts——"

His voice stopped abruptly, but in an instant, thousands of locusts had wrapped him into a black cocoon.

"Do you think that by abandoning your physical body and using your soul to attack, you can be immune to the attacks of the Devouring Purple Locusts? How naive!"

Solam stared coldly in the direction of the Yunque disciple and gently clenched his hands. The devouring purple locusts let out shrill screams. Even their souls could not resist the horrifying demonic sound.

"die!"

With a loud shout, the soul of the Yunque disciple was actually shattered in the black cocoon wrapped by the devouring purple locusts, and the fire of his life was quickly extinguished.

However, he used up his last bit of strength to completely detonate the original status.

boom!

With a loud bang, the sword energy in the sky exploded like fireworks, tearing a huge gap in the purple tide that covered the sky.

However, it was quickly filled by more reborn purple locusts.

The fall of a heroic soul is so worthless!

"Mingxuan! No!"

Among the seven hundred Yunque disciples, there was a female cultivator whose eyes were bloodshot and she was crying tears of blood.

She was the Taoist partner of the Yunque disciple who had just died.

The female cultivator suppressed her grief and shouted to her fellow disciples behind her: "Brothers, give me a helping hand!"

In an instant, a flying sword flew out from the locust swarm. It was the sword in the hand of the sacrificed Yunque disciple.

The flying sword fell into the hands of a female cultivator. The woman, with a tragic look on her face, raised the blood-stained sword high and let out an extremely high-pitched cry of grief.

In an instant, those Yunque disciples who broke out of the barrier with their souls used the sect's secret method at the same time to infuse the power of their own souls into the swords in the hands of the female cultivators.

Buzz!

The void shook, and with the combined spiritual blessing of hundreds of Yunque disciples, an incomparably huge spiritual image was condensed in the flying sword, as if it connected the sky above and the underworld below. It was exactly the appearance of the Yunque disciple Lu Mingxuan who had fallen before.

The divine body of ten thousand feet long stretches across the heaven and earth. Within the transparent Dharma image, nebulae are entangled and thunder is surging!

The next moment, the huge divine body suddenly opened its mouth and tried to swallow all those devouring purple locusts.

Buzz!

The purple locusts that covered the sky and the sun were immediately refined by thunder and fire after swallowing the huge Dharma image, and had no time to be reborn.

Even though the number of purple locusts seems endless, with the speed at which the huge Dharma image devours the purple locusts, it is only a matter of time before all of them are completely wiped out.

"Humph!"

Solam snorted coldly, looking at the giant statue of the soul that was holding up the sky and shaking the earth, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"You want to destroy my treasure? I want to see who can swallow whom first!"

For a moment, countless purple locusts gave up attacking the barrier of Mingjian Peak and rushed towards the huge soul image.

Immediately afterwards, the bodies of the Yunque disciples who remained within the barrier began to spurt blood crazily.

The female cultivator who was controlling Lu Mingxuan's flying sword had blood holes blown all over her body, and blood splattered out. It seemed that both her body and her soul had suffered severe damage.

True Man Yuheng's expression suddenly changed. It turned out that those devouring purple locusts could not only devour all entities, but even souls.

"Get out of here!"

True Man Yuheng roared loudly, and now the souls of all the Yunque disciples were connected together and merged into the Dharma image of "Lu Mingxuan".

As long as the Devouring Purple Locust devours that Dharma Image, it would be equivalent to annihilating the 700 elite soldiers of Yunque Cave Heaven in one fell swoop.

However, it was too late.

At this moment, those Yunque disciples were already in a dilemma. If they withdrew their spiritual consciousness at this moment, the giant statue of the soul would collapse. Not only would the female cultivator die instantly, but the devouring purple locusts that had been swallowed up and had not had time to be refined would also escape immediately, and would probably multiply at an even more terrifying rate.

Then everything that has been done before will be in vain!

"Elder Yuheng, weren't we ready to sacrifice ourselves the moment we rushed out of the sword formation?"

"Then let us fight to the last moment!" "It's just one death, and these damn locusts must be buried with us!"

……

All the Yunque disciples did not retreat even a single step. Instead, they continued to devour more purple locusts like crazy.

Tears welled up in Master Yuheng's eyes, and he raised his sword and slashed his forehead.

Instantly, a drop of bright red blood fell on the blade, and at the same time a high-pitched roar was uttered: "It's not time for you little bastards to show off your abilities yet. If anyone is going to sacrifice, I'll be the first one to do it!"

In an instant, the ice-blue sword light surged, and True Man Yuheng flew up and landed directly on the shoulder of the giant soul statue.

Then, he flicked his sleeves and dispersed the souls of all the disciples. He actually used his own soul to replace the seven hundred disciples and continued to maintain the colossus.

"Elder Yuheng!"

The disciples widened their eyes. Even though Master Yuheng's realm was far beyond that of the others, it was probably still too much for him to maintain the giant statue by himself while resisting so many devouring purple locusts!

"Lord Jade Emperor, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for you to come out! But I will definitely use my last bit of strength to protect these children of the Martial Alliance! They are the future..."

In an instant, Master Yuheng tore open the Taoist robe on his chest, revealing his skin covered with talismans.

At the top of Mingjian Peak, Tianmeng Shenji's pupils shrank. Others might not recognize those talismans, but he was very familiar with them.

Forbidden Technique——Blood Bone Ice Prison!

"Brother Yuheng, have a safe journey!"

Tianmeng Shenji shook his head and sighed, tears welling up in his eyes.

At the same time, a strange blue flame was seen burning on Master Yuheng's arms and his whole body.

And then, countless devouring purple locusts swarmed in and surrounded him completely.

True Man Yuheng did not move at all, allowing the purple locusts to eat him, and his flesh and blood turned into blood-colored runes in the sword formation.

"Elder!"

Countless Yunque disciples cried and wailed, while the members of the Martial Alliance who were guarding the magic circle turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch.

"Hehe, I thought you had some tricks up your sleeve, but it turns out you're just delivering food to my door!"

Solam smiled coldly, "No one can stop me from destroying the purple locusts. You ants in the bottom city should have given up your fantasies and meaningless struggles long ago!"

In just a dozen breaths, Master Yuheng's body was completely devoured.

However, when the last piece of flesh was peeled off, a huge aqua-blue vortex suddenly emerged from the remains of Yu Heng Zhenren, just like the legendary Eye of Guixu. In an instant, it sucked the purple locusts all over the sky into his white-bone chest.

"Dongtian disciples, listen up!"

The Jade Master, who had already turned into white bones, actually used his last bit of will to issue the last command of his life -

"Use the Sealing Sword Formation!"

"Yes!"

A group of Yunque disciples, with tears in their eyes, roared at the same time, shaking the sky.

Whoosh whoosh!

Seven hundred flying swords (including the sword of the sacrificed Lu Mingxuan), under the control of Yunque disciples, pierced into the bones of Yuheng Zhenren almost simultaneously.

Ice-blue sword energy burst out from every joint of his body, echoing with the flying sword, forming a resonance. Then, it actually formed an ice crystal cage with a diameter of one hundred miles outside the barrier.

Those devouring purple locusts absorbed by True Man Yuheng had no chance to escape and were immediately sealed completely in the cage.

Forever trapped in this icy skeleton.

Not one can escape!

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

Solam, the Famine Knight Commander, suddenly let out a shrill scream, and cracks began to appear on the transparent wings behind him.

Those purple locusts were connected to his life. Now that all the devouring purple locusts were completely sealed, it also caused a certain degree of backlash to his original status.

Then, Solam's three rows of eyeballs burst one after another. He covered his bleeding eye sockets and screamed: "My purple locusts! My devouring purple locusts! Ah!——"

“Is this the winning strategy you mentioned?”

Cardinal Snake stared coldly in the direction of Solam. He dared to make such a boast, but he didn't expect that he would waste ten days of the army's time in vain.

"Trash is trash!"

Swain, the Plague Knight Commander who had been ridiculed by Soram before, and Hecarim, the commander-in-chief of the Knight Legion, both sneered, finally finding an opportunity to gloat over someone else's misfortune.

"We are all rubbish! No one has the right to laugh at anyone else!"

At this moment, the Celtic war knights began to form a formation, and the blood-red crystals on their chests glowed in the dusk.

"You! What did you say?!"

Swain and Hecarim blushed at the same time and stared at Celtic.

Celtic simply ignored their anger, turned over and jumped onto his warhorse, and said to Snake: "Bishop Snake, it seems that you still have to rely on me, the War Knight Celtic, to take action!"

He stroked the neck of his mount, and blue phosphorescent fire flickered in the eyes of the Infernal Steed at his feet, and a raging fighting spirit burst out from his body.

His eyes were fixed on a formation in the north of Mingjian Peak, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It’s not that Solam didn’t accomplish anything. At least his devouring purple locusts left a tiny crack in the barrier.

And this crack will be the biggest flaw in the Mingjian Peak barrier.

"Keltic, I hope you won't betray the trust of this bishop again!"

Snake glanced at Snake coldly. The successive defeats of Swain, Hecarim and Soram had left him with little patience.

"Please don't compare me with those rubbish, Bishop! Mlaso, please step back and don't block my way!"

Solam was still rolling on the ground with his eyes covered. When he heard Celtic calling him "Mlaso", he became so angry that he started yelling.

He said before that if he failed to capture Mingjian Peak, his name would be pronounced backwards. This guy actually used this matter to mock him!

It's simply murderous! (End of this chapter)