Above Destiny

Chapter 709 Waste
"Seek death!"

Blood and fire surged violently, converging and changing, like a strange giant eye that suddenly opened, locking onto Ji Jue. The monstrous beast of the Mad Slaughter, in its rage, burst forth from the sky.

With a whirlwind of energy, a raging fire, and the ability to seize the initiative, the skills honed through countless battles and fights have become unparalleled. The three blessings have been completely integrated, all within this explosive strike.

The moment the sword was drawn, it traversed a vast distance, bringing the sword within arm's reach. It burned a gaping hole through the veil of mist and slashed towards Ji Jue's head.

And then it abruptly ended.

It stopped before the two raised fingers.

It's like waiting for him to come to you.
With a casual gesture, he caught the violent slash that was powerful enough to split mountains and sever rivers.

It's become impossible to make any further progress.

"who."

Ji Jue glanced at that ashen face. "You?"

boom.

Beneath his two fingers, the fierce sword, which had been passed down for hundreds of years and tempered and strengthened through countless battles, suddenly cried out, cracks appeared, and countless pieces of iron shot out like a torrential rain.

Like a shotgun fired at close range, the monstrous creature of the Mad Slaughter was sent flying with a deafening roar.

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

"—Hum!"

Even before that, at the same time as the Blood Eye surged forward, a deafening roar, like the sound of a great bell, erupted and echoed from Ji Jue's consciousness!

Among the fallen figures, the withered man, who looked like a dried corpse, suddenly widened his eyes and roared, but no sound could be heard.

Because the sound echoed in Ji Jue's consciousness, like a bomb, spreading and intensifying, interrupting his thoughts and shaking his soul... that's just how it is.

Chun Jun made a slight sound, easily suppressing all other noises.

But this is just the starting stance.

At the same time as the roar, the monk of Wulou Temple raised his hand and slammed it on the top of his head. Blessing flowed through his soul, and a precious pearl, polished over many years, rose up, shining brightly.

Greed, anger, infatuation, arrogance, suspicion... Amidst the cycle of the five poisons, a heart emerges from the void surrounding the jewel, seemingly pulsating, shining its light upon the utterly lost Ji Jue!
Ji Jue was caught off guard.

The world is spinning!

The world suddenly changed, as if dissolving, revealing endless bizarre appearances. One after another, pitch-black shadows emerged from the void, their movements stirring up earth-shattering waves, as if the gods were unleashing their wrath, launching a siege against Ji Jue.

phantom!

However, under the influence of illusion, it may become real at any time. The only difference is whether the person behind the scenes is willing to do so. The truth and the falsehood are hard to distinguish, and it is no longer possible to distinguish them.

The moment the illusion appeared, despair and panic erupted from Ji Jue's heart, shaking his consciousness and burning his soul.

Desire burns like fire, and at this moment, the flames engulf the body, and the soul is about to turn to ashes!

At the same time, it seemed that under the influence of the five poisons, he suddenly had a great awakening. He felt that all of this was nothing. An inexplicable joy and peace arose in his heart, guiding him to a state of happiness and tranquility, which he then immersed in.

The madman who was sent flying backwards was instantly revived. Ignoring the sharp blades all over his body, he and his companions pounced on Ji Jue again.

Among the crowd, several white deer that had been feigning death suddenly flung their hands, their long-prepared blades already within reach.

Ji Jue was still immersed in the illusion and didn't know what had happened.

There's no need to know.

All he needs to know is that someone is joking.

Unfortunately, it wasn't funny at all, not even as good as a pun.

In that instant, everyone heard the craftsman's comments.

He said, "So-so."

then……

boom! ! !
In the instantaneous roar, apart from the accelerated change in perception, no one could even see clearly what had happened.

Even though his consciousness and body were completely disconnected, and his soul was trapped in the entanglement of the abyss and the endless void, Ji Jue's body had already reacted naturally!
Deus ex machina!

The blade that was hurtling through the air came to an abrupt halt, was caught with ease, and then thrown back with a superior throwing technique, returning it to its rightful owner!

In that almost frozen moment, the six madmen who had been attacking all saw Ji Jue pull out a blood-red blade from somewhere, raise it without any fancy moves, slash it down, raise it again, and slash it down once more...

One sword! One sword! One sword! One sword! One sword! One sword!
Truly, utterly devastating!

No matter how powerful the strength, how precious the edge, how refined the skill, or how violent the blessing of the sacrifice, all crumbled at the first touch of that sword!
Limbs, broken bones, and internal organs flew into the sky like a torrential rain, some even before they had a chance to take flight.

The monks of Wulou Temple suddenly felt dizzy.

It was as if an invisible hammer had struck her head, and amidst the agonizing screams of her shattered soul, the precious pearl above her head cracked. But before that, the first sound was Wei Yang's terrified scream.

Chun Jun rang out, and countered.

The spiritual sword appeared out of thin air, flowing upstream against the endless joy, sorrow, and fear, piercing into the soul and striking ruthlessly!

Beyond the raging tide of endless illusions, the wicked being of the Great Abomination Rainbow, hidden on the other side of the high wall, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Ji Jue, who should be unable to distinguish east from west or see anything clearly, raised his eyes and looked directly at him without any hesitation!

Immediately afterwards, a cold voice resounded from every soul.

“You’re not happy even if I call you clay chickens and clay dogs.” Ji Jue shook his head. “The essence of the mirror lies in reversing truth and falsehood, creating something from nothing. If you only pursue falsehood and nothingness, it may look impressive, but where is the ‘truth’? Where is the ‘existence’?”

waste! "

Ji Jue flicked his finger, and a bolt of purple lightning shot out, breaking through the wall and completely engulfing the fleeing figure, burning it to ashes.

At the same time, Ji Jue stepped over the broken limbs and bones beneath his feet, and appeared out of thin air in front of the monks of Wulou Temple, looking down at the twisted face with blood seeping from its features.

"What kind of orthodox teachings are these unorthodox Zen practices?"

Ji Jue looked down at him, making no attempt to hide his disdain, "You can't even master the Kundalini meditation, you're a piece of trash!"

Bang!
He slapped the head across the face, smashing it into a pile of mush.

If you can't even master the basics, you deserve to die!

Before the corpse could fall backward, Ji Jue had already turned around and looked at the old woman lying on the ground. Under Chun Jun's counterattack, her expression twitched, and she could barely stand. A strange glass knife appeared in her hand at some point, and the blade reflected Ji Jue's figure as she stabbed at the shadow that had appeared out of thin air on the ground!
collapse!
The curse that had been invincible in the past suddenly collapsed, and even the strange glass knife shattered and shattered before the shadow that was as hard as metal.

"When you're about to curse someone, you need to understand the difference between friend and foe, and figure out who you really are!"

Ji Jue coldly looked down at that blank old face, "The Heart Pivot lineage has fallen so low as to confront people head-on, they're utterly useless!"

Bang!
Another merciless slap landed, and before she could even scream, the old woman's head flew off and turned to ashes in mid-air.

Then, Ji Jue turned around and looked at the Berserker Abomination who was rapidly regenerating among the pile of limbs and broken bones on the ground, trying to escape.

"Unable to advance or retreat, unable to decide between war and peace, possessing only blood and courage, they couldn't even defeat the craftsmen."

He said, "Utter garbage!"

A spiritual hand appeared out of thin air and pointed it out lightly.

The monstrous wrathful beings exploded like bombs, unleashing countless blood-stained blades and bone swords.

Ji Jue looked at a stunned Chosen One in the crowd.

The chosen one was struck dumb, staggered backward, and hurriedly raised his hand, revealing a lapis lazuli ring shining on the back of his hand.

Neither was crazy enough to launch an attack, nor arrogant enough to think they could withstand it. At this moment, the Chosen One of the Embers, who had never participated, made the right choice and presented his identity credentials.

Association Craftsmen!

"One of our own!"

The terrified craftsman cried out, "I'm one of our own! We don't fight each other..."

Bang!
Ji Jue didn't bother to listen, so he slapped him hard across the face, sending him flying into the air before he crashed to the ground, his vision blurring.

own people?
They even attack their own people!
"A craftsman who sees a fight break out, doesn't know how to assess the situation, or even how to run, and just stands there watching the spectacle? Useless!"

Then, no one spoke again.

No one dared to stand there any longer.

They either fainted or went into shock, or lay on the ground drenched in sweat, their eyes wide with terror, suppressing their urge to breathe, afraid that their breathing would disturb Ji Jue's eyes and cause him to slap them.

He could only lie on the ground, watching helplessly as the pair of blood-stained boots stepped over him, not daring to utter a sound.

Ji Jue returned to his chair and sat down again.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Look at the scenery before you.

So harmonious, so quiet, there were no more clowns or incessant chatter.

"Wouldn't it be better to be like this earlier?"

Ji Jue said, "That's how it should be."

"Mr. Ji, please."

Ling Shuo, who had immediately knelt on the ground when the attack began, quickly got up, obediently poured water and tea, and offered the teacup with both hands.

He struggled to control the urge to sweat and tremble, his smile stiff, afraid of being called a piece of trash and slapped in the face at the same time.

Only when the teacup was taken from him and his hand was empty did he involuntarily breathe a sigh of relief, his hands drenched in cold sweat.

It was as if they had escaped a great calamity.

The nightmare of blood staining Xinquan in the past seems to be rushing back once again.

In the deathly silence, Ji Jue savored the tea in his hand.

Now, no one dared to speak.

It wasn't until chaotic footsteps sounded in the distance that people who had been startled by the loud noise and commotion rushed into the conference room, only to see...

Devastated.

Bogio stared blankly at the mangled courtyard, the severed limbs, blood and ashes, the people lying on the ground barely daring to breathe, and the dead who didn't even need to breathe... His expression twitched uncontrollably, his face turned ashen, and he forced out a sound through clenched teeth:
"What on earth is going on! This is simply..."

"That's normal. It will feel much fresher after cleaning."

The only craftsman sitting in the chair turned around and smiled:

"Just say thank you."

(End of this chapter)