Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"Just you? Kill him for me!!!"

Balkh stared at Huang Shaotian intently, and with a wave of the sickle of death in his hand, the elite army of Purdue Academy rushed out in an instant.

With the Holy Shield Knights leading the way, the Devouring Purple Locusts swept in again like a torrent, and behind them were the Plague Knights, Famine Knights, and Death Knights. The three armies rushed forward and launched a brutal attack.

Further behind, there is a steady stream of undead armies coming out of the Gate of the Dead.

"I want to see, are you the one who kills faster! Or is my Gate of the Dead faster at summoning!"

Balkh had a ferocious look on his face. He had never thought that a group of ants from the bottom city could actually stop them for such a long time without any powerful clergy taking action.

"Then just watch out!"

Huang Shaotian snorted coldly, and the long sword in his hand whistled, "Tread on the mountains and rivers!"

Buzz!

The heaven and earth trembled with the sound of swords, and Huang Shaotian rushed towards the enemy camp on the rain of swords.

In an instant, the Thousand-Handed Sword Spirit behind him suddenly split into nine phantoms, each holding an ancient sword of a different shape.

This is the complete form of the Nine Deaths Sword!

"Master, you should take a rest first!"

Huang Shaotian threw the Qinghong Sword to Taiyue Sword God, and grabbed a magic sword burning with black flames with his bare hands, "Let me teach these bastards what the way of the sword is!"

The moment the devil sword "Ananda" fell, nine blood-red vertical pupils suddenly opened above the battlefield.

The Holy Shield Knight who was hit by the pupil light instantly caught fire, and his armor and body were burned to charcoal.

"Damn it!"

Hecarim raised his holy shield in shock and anger, but under the burning of the demonic fire, even the six-winged angel totem behind him wailed and shattered in the demonic flames.

"Do not!!!"

Hecarim stared at the nine demonic eyes in the sky in horror, shaking with anger. "That sword - that sword is wrong! Holy Light can't protect against that demonic fire!"

"waste!"

Balkh shouted loudly, staring at Huang Shaotian's figure, "Arrogant boy! Die!"

In an instant, Balkh's death sickle suddenly grew a hundred feet in size, and the souls entangled in the blade condensed into entities.

These vengeful spirits strengthened by the law of death ignored all physical attacks and were directly immune to Huang Shaotian's magic fire and sword energy. However, when they touched within three feet of Huang Shaotian's body, they suddenly screamed and vaporized.

Behind Huang Shaotian, the second ancient sword burning with phoenix true fire transformed into a Nine-Sky Divine Phoenix behind him.

The phoenix roars and buries all the dead souls!

"This is impossible!"

Balkh's eyes widened. His own law of death had no effect on that guy at all!

"Humph, is this all you have? I've only played the second of the Nine Swords and I haven't even warmed up yet!"

Huang Shaotian shrugged and looked at the three natural disasters with a provocative look.

Although the timing of his attack was indeed advantageous, Balkh and others had suffered heavy losses and serious injuries in the previous confrontation with Taiyue Sword God.

But his Nine Death Sword is indeed an incomparable divine object. To a certain extent, it is even comparable to the top level of personal power!

"Arrogant! Ignorant!"

Balkh turned around and looked at the four cardinals, shouting, "You're not done yet!"

As Balkh finished speaking, Agares' six-winged shadow appeared again!

"Disciple, be careful!"

Taiyue Sword God's expression changed drastically. Although this six-winged phantom was not as powerful as Agares himself, it contained the power of Agares's priesthood.

Even if Huang Shaotian refined the divine sword, without the priesthood, he would ultimately be unable to contend with a powerful priest.

Even if it's just a hint of charm!

Huang Shaotian's expression changed slightly. The moment the six-winged shadow appeared, his heart seemed to be strangled by an invisible giant hand.

He looked intently and realized that in addition to the four cardinals, even Snake, who was far away in the Purdue Academy, had sacrificed his original blood.

This also means that the incarnation of Agares summoned this time will be more powerful than before!

"My disciple, watch carefully. This move has never been taught to you by me! Sword Formation: Ten Thousand Mountains Return to the Origin!"

With a low shout, Taiyue Sword God raised the Qinghong ancient sword high, and in an instant, the remains of the seventy-two side peaks floated up again.

Rumble!

Countless mountain shadows reorganized in the air, forming an inverted sword-peak cage in front of the six-winged shadow.

This cage actually blocked the connection between the confidante and the six-winged phantom to a certain extent, preventing it from successfully completing the final divine descent!

"Before the arrival of the Agares, we must kill those cardinals first!"

Taiyue Sword God saw the opportunity to break the impasse and shouted at Huang Shaotian.

"But Master, can you handle it yourself?"

Huang Shaotian looked at Taiyue Sword God with some worry. He had used the resurrection law of Phoenix Sword to resurrect Taiyue Sword God before, and he could not use it again for at least one month.

If Taiyue Sword God died again, he would be helpless.

"You have to hold on even if you can't! Go ahead, don't worry about me!"

"Order!"

Huang Shaotian clenched his fists, and when he looked at the cardinals on the other side, murderous intent was in his eyes.

"Protect the Bishop!"

Whoosh whoosh!

In an instant, dozens of guardian knights flew to protect the cardinal. Balkh also waved his sickle and stared at Huang Shaotian, "Boy, your opponent is me!"

"Who the hell cares about you!"

Huang Shaotian snorted coldly and took the third form of the Nine-Death Sword from the third Thousand-Handed Sword Spirit phantom.

The originally blazing Phoenix Divine Fire instantly turned into clear golden light, which was the third form of the Nine Deaths Divine Sword, "Mercy".

Balkh, Hecarim, Soram and Swain all held their breath.

That sword has various shapes and possesses the power of many laws.

Must be handled with caution!

At the same time, just as Huang Shaotian's sword light illuminated the entire battlefield, countless disciples of the Martial Alliance roared and rushed out from within the Mingjian Peak barrier.

"Everyone is working hard, we can't just sit back and enjoy the results!"

"Get them out!"

"Go! Get them!"

The huge number of disciples of the Martial Alliance, with high morale at this moment, swarmed out.

Although they could not intervene in the battlefield on Huang Shaotian's side, at this moment, the senior monks of Fanyin Temple had been surrounded by a large army of undead and were imprisoned.

Their mission is to protect the masters of Fanyin Temple and complete the salvation of the souls of the dead!

"The masters of Fanyin Temple cannot die!" Ye Yin, the leader of Qingye Gang, also burst out with amazing fighting spirit for the first time, waving his sword and rushing towards the ferocious undead army.

Behind her, three hundred Qingye disciples followed closely, fearless of death.

Natalie also rushed into the army of undead, waving her iron fist. The Seven Killing Status burst out, and each punch could blow away a large area.

Although she is not a disciple of the Martial Alliance, she is full of fighting spirit as long as she is against the Arbitration Society!

It’s a pity that the number of the undead army is too large, and they are constantly reincarnated.

Even though the disciples of the Martial Alliance fought bravely and fearlessly, more and more of their companions fell.

What’s even more terrifying is that the companions who fought side by side with you the moment before might, under the summons of the Gate of the Dead, turn into undead that pounced on you the next moment!

The only thing that can save these dead souls is the reincarnation mantra of Fanyin Temple!

More than a dozen elite disciples from the Hidden Sword Pavilion of the Haoyi Sword Sect protected the disciples of the Fanyin Temple. They cut their fingertips and used their fingers as swords to carve criss-cross sword marks on the scorched earth.

Golden liquid oozed out of every sword mark, which was the result of them burning their original essence and blood.

"Get into formation!"

The leading disciple was bleeding from all seven orifices, and a broken sword formation appeared under his feet.

"My apologies to all the seniors in the Martial Alliance!"

Looking at the corpses of the former heroes of the Martial Alliance that had been transformed into an army of undead, the disciples of the Martial Alliance had tears in their eyes, but they finally stopped retreating.

Only by liberating these dead souls can they escape the slavery of the Gate of the Dead.

This is their best relief!

Bang bang bang!

The sword formation erupted, sword energy swept across the sky, and the moment the undead army collided with the sword energy, hundreds of corpses in the front row were instantly vaporized, but more undead came rushing over on the ashes.

Master Ku Chan sat cross-legged in a sea of ​​blood and corpses, with golden bones visible under his rotting flesh.

Eighteen relics were suspended around his body, each reflecting the face of a dead monk.

This is the relic formed from the bones and blood of the disciple who unfortunately died in this bitter battle.

Even though he is dead, he is still maintaining the reincarnation formation in this form.

"Master...disciple...disciple may not be able to hold on any longer..."

Monk Huijue, who was sitting next to Master Ku Chan, had half of his body almost completely turned to bones, but he was still twisting the Buddhist beads that were lit by the fire of the underworld, chanting the mantra of reincarnation.

Master Ku Chan took off his cassock and covered Huijue with it. The Ksitigarbha Sutra on the cassock glowed with golden light, extinguishing the netherworld fire attached to his body. At the same time, he said in a deep voice, "Huijue, look over there."

His withered finger pointed toward the outskirts of the battlefield.

Thousands of Wumeng disciples were using their bodies to form three human walls.

The physical cultivators in the front row had their muscles knotted and used iron shields to block the undead's sharp claws; the sword cultivators in the middle kept swinging out crescent-shaped sword energy to attack; and at the back were the cultivators who were good at medicine, constantly turning their healing magic into rain of light, but they would not sprinkle it on their own wounds that were so deep that the bone could be seen.

"They are using their lives to buy us time."

Master Ku Chan's dry and cracked lips trembled slightly, and he said in a gentle voice: "Continue chanting!"

"Yes, Master!"

The monks of Fanyin Temple had tears in their eyes. Although everyone performed differently, all of them were trying their best!

This is a battle of life and death in itself!

"what!"

A scream sounded, and Ye Yin's right arm was torn off by the undead. Natalie quickly punched away the undead that was attacking her, and protected her behind her, asking with concern: "How are you?"

"Don't worry about me!" Ye Yin bit her red lips and shook her head at Natalie, "I can still continue to fight!"

"Show off!"

Natalie sighed softly, knocked Ye Yin unconscious with a knife, and called several Qingye disciples to escort Ye Yin back to the barrier.

The next moment, her eyes were ablaze with anger, and she shouted, "Don't worry, I will fight for your share as well! The Seven Killing Winds and Thunders rise! Kill!——"

At the same time, the sword formation formed by the disciples of the Scripture Pavilion of Haoyi Sword Sect finally collapsed completely under the waves of attacks from the undead army.

Chief disciple Ling Hao knelt on the ground, looked at the sword pattern disappearing from his palm, and suddenly laughed: "Father! Mother! I see you are here!"

Before he finished speaking, he turned into a sword light and rushed towards the densest area of ​​the undead tide.

boom!

The self-detonating sword energy cleared an area of ​​hundreds of meters. Although it could only suppress the situation temporarily, as long as it could buy even one more second, it would be enough.

At this moment, a golden sword light swept across the battlefield, and the souls that were corroded by the spirit of the dead suddenly froze in place. The corpse puppets that were biting their comrades stopped moving, and tears of blood flowed from their rotten eyes.

Master Ku Chan slightly opened his eyes and looked up at the sky, at the "Sword of Compassion" in Huang Shaotian's hand.

"It turns out that everything has been predetermined..."

His lips moved slightly for a few times, and then he put his hands together and let out a clear whistle: "Amitabha! If I don't go to hell, who will?"

In an instant, while the attention of Balkh and those powerful natural disasters was attracted by Huang Shaotian, Master Ku Chan's golden body suddenly flashed.

The next moment, he actually rushed directly towards the Gate of the Dead. His golden body was instantly devoured by the Netherworld Fire, but he formed the mark of Nirvana before being completely annihilated.

"Master!!!"

The remaining monks in Fanyin Temple looked at Master Kuchan with tears in their eyes, but no one left their positions. They continued to chant the mantra of reincarnation to pray for the souls of the dead.

However, the golden body of Master Ku Chan condensed into a huge Buddha handprint inside the Gate of the Dead.

Bang bang bang!

The Buddha's light of Nirvana and the ghost fire of the underworld intertwined and competed with each other, eventually forming a huge Tai Chi pattern.

The movements of the undead armies summoned by the Gate of the Dead began to slow down one after another, as if they were escaping the control of the Gate of the Dead!

"what!"

Balkh's eyelids twitched wildly, and he quickly cast the Law of Death to try to regain control of the Gate of the Undead, but Huang Shaotian's sword had already slashed out before him.

It turned out that when Master Ku Chan decided to sacrifice his life for the cause, he had already sent a message to Huang Shaotian's soul.

It is precisely because the third form of the Nine Deaths Divine Sword, the Sword of Mercy, is a holy sword of Buddhism!

"Master, go with peace of mind!"

Huang Shaotian swung the Sword of Mercy and slashed heavily at the Gate of the Undead.

"Compassion, end the cycle of reincarnation!"

This sword did not carry any murderous intent, but it seemed to cause ripples in the long river of time and space.

And when the sword light touched the Gate of the Dead, sighs of relief were heard from within the gate from hundreds of millions of dead souls.

Those enslaved heroic spirits transformed into butterflies of light and gathered into a brilliant galaxy above the battlefield.

"No!!!"

Soul fire spewed out of Balkh's seven orifices, and the image of the god of death behind him collapsed with a loud bang.

And that Gate of the Undead was completely destroyed under the endless sword light slashed out by Huang Shaotian, as if ice and snow were melting!

The army of undead he controlled, the kingdom of death, also vanished into thin air at this moment and ceased to exist! (End of this chapter)