The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 69: A Lineage of Ruthless People: Please Spare Me

That night, the Jade Rabbit was hanging high in the sky.

Above the Star Peak, a sky full of shining stars is drawing in the vast power of the galaxy to pour down.

This wonder is a unique spiritual phenomenon unique to this peak and is inextricably linked to the power of the stars.

Therefore, every night the Star Peak would actively draw the starlight down to assist them in their cultivation.

Its characteristics are very prominent and conspicuous, which can attract attention and allow people with ulterior motives to sneak in.

"boom!"

In the quiet night, a huge explosion suddenly shook the sky with a rumbling sound, and the star peaks trembled and tilted down.

"What happened? An earthquake?"

The disciples of Xingfeng fell down staggeringly, feeling terrified, thinking that the huge Xingfeng was going to collapse. This must be an earthquake that only occurs once in tens of thousands of years.

The head of the sect immediately rushed into the void and opened the mountain protection barrier.

Ordinary disciples were ignorant and unaware, but great monks like him knew clearly that it was obvious that an enemy was invading.

That's why he opened the barrier and looked around, and a figure was reflected in his eyes.

“Found you, huh.

You are so bold that you don't even hide your body. Do you look down on me, Tai Xuan Men?"

The head of the sect snorted coldly. The man standing alone in the void before him was too arrogant.

They even dared to attack Xingfeng, which was controlled by the leader of Taixuan Sect. This was tantamount to making an enemy of the entire Taixuan Sect!

He immediately swore to teach this man a bloody lesson. The Taixuan Sect of Donghuang is not someone to be trifled with!

However, the person in his eyes seemed not to see him. He looked down and opened his palm playfully, holding a flag with a hazy purple light on it.

The aura of extreme Dao resounded in harmony with heaven and earth, and in an instant, several divine chains of order shot out, penetrating yin and yang and shooting into the void.

The divine chain appeared from the other end, shattering the mountain for thousands of miles like a devastating force, and spread to most of the mountain.

Star Peak was nearly destroyed, the barrier shattered like a piece of tissue paper.

All the cultivators felt a heavy burden pressing down on them in an instant, including the masters of various peaks who felt they could hardly breathe. The entire Taixuan Sect was in a state of panic as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Beads of sweat the size of beans were dripping down the head of the Sect Leader, he was stunned.

Is that the ultimate imperial weapon?

He actually had murderous intentions towards a big shot who controlled the imperial army?
The whole body was soaked as if it had been soaked in water, and the head of the sect couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, the extreme pressure came and went quickly, and lasted only for a moment.

When he looked back, the big man in the sky had disappeared, sparing his life.

The head sect leader felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, the strongest group of elders in the sect tore open the void and came straight to the void, each of them was shocked and confused.

Why do these remaining traces of Dao between heaven and earth look so much like the supreme imperial weapons that they have dreamed of for generations?

How could a small sect like theirs attract the imperial army to visit?

All the elders looked at each other.

The head of the sect smiled bitterly: "That strong man probably didn't come for us, so forget about what happened tonight."

Looking at the ruined Star Peak below, the head of the sect didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Zhang Huan crossed the river with the imperial army, holding a half-dead King of Zhandao in his hand.

Seeing him, he actually wanted to escape. He doesn't know what's good for him.

Zhang Huan directly used his extreme power to restrain him and beat him half to death to make it easier for him to control him.

After crossing the river with the imperial soldiers all the way to the vicinity of Yaoguang, Zhang Huan patted his face.

The king of the ruthless lineage woke up in a daze. When he opened his eyes, they widened greatly. He activated the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art and was about to use the forbidden technique.

"What a dog! He dares to bite his master." Zhang Huan took the initiative to break his consciousness, beat him stupidly, then grasped his spirit and began to search his soul.

He didn't know what was good for him, and his death wouldn't be worthy of Zhang Huan's pity.

In his spiritual consciousness, he learned about the secret passage secretly developed by the ruthless lineage.

In the Holy Land of Yaoguang, the underground secret passages are interconnected. Over the long years, no one knows how many secret passages have been dug by ruthless people. Even this King of Zhandao does not know all of them.

They usually enter and exit through several fixed secret passages, and can move freely under the noses of other Yaoguang monks without being discovered.

Zhang Huan looked deep in the eyes and walked towards a secret passage.

This underground passage leads directly to the hidden dojo of the ruthless lineage, where there are many ancestor-level beings who claim to be in the source of gods.

The quiet passage was pitch dark. Zhang Huan walked deeper into the passage with steady steps, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty space.

This darkness is not worth mentioning for cultivators, but there are some mechanisms and restrictions along the way. If they are accidentally triggered, it will cause some trouble to ordinary cultivators and will also arouse the vigilance of the ruthless people inside.

However, there was no need for Zhang Huan to hide deliberately. What would happen if he alarmed them? They were just a group of turtles in a jar, and he was the hunter.

He walked through the restrictions with confidence, smashing everything he encountered along the way, and soon saw a bright and clear world.

In front of him was a palace, magnificently renovated, sparkling with brilliance, covering an area of ​​nearly ten miles.

His eyes were attracted by the palace. At the same time, a withered old claw stretched out, staring at this opportunity. It was vicious and deadly, carrying an irresistible holy power.

He is a saint, and he is ready to strike first and eliminate the invading powerful enemy.

Zhang Huan remained calm and pointed his fingertips to activate the restriction against the ruthless lineage.

The withered claws stopped in mid-air and fell down before they touched Zhang Huan. A figure suddenly fell to the ground with his head covered, wailing in pain and rolling back and forth.

"Curse. Ugh."

Like a ghost howling, he screamed hysterically, his mind filled with intense pain.

The shackles in his blood were reviving, inflicting the most severe punishment on him.

Even though he has become a saint, he is still no match for the restrictions set by the emperor himself, and there is no possibility of resistance at all.

His consciousness felt as if it was being burned by a thousand fires, his entire body was steaming, fire was rising from his heart, burning large areas of his skin, and a scent of meat wafted from his body.

It was as if thousands of needles pierced his soul, which was more torturous than the cruelest torture. In just a moment, he fell to the ground and begged for mercy without any respect.

Looking at the saint who had become obedient, Zhang Huan released the restriction, and then controlled the Human Emperor Banner to refine it with the Divine Art.

What's the use of begging for mercy verbally? He would rather make the other party convinced from the heart.

A dog that bites people is not a good dog. Not only should it be punished, but it should also be tied with a rope so that this group of people will never be able to turn over.

"Lead the way, and go find your ancestors."

Zhang Huan looked down and said in a cold voice.

The saint on the ground shook his body, then struggled to get up, his eyes full of loyalty and fear.

It was like facing a demon from the depths of my soul, trembling all over.

Although the torture was short, it left an indelible scar in his soul, and he would remember the feeling that life was worse than death for the rest of his life.

He limped ahead and led Zhang Huan into the palace.

After opening the door, only a few creatures were seen inside, both old and young. The oldest one had already reached the level of a King of Killing, while the youngest one was only a dozen years old and was a seed that had not yet sprouted.

These people are all ruthless people, practicing the Heaven-Devouring Demon Art in unison. Zhang Huan can feel the restrictions in their bodies.

"Master, please come here."

The saint then flattered him and led him deeper into the place.

This is the foundation of the ruthless lineage. There is a great sage and two saint kings, both of whom have sealed themselves in the source of gods.

　It’s a bit late to write, brothers, sorry, the second chapter has to be written after midnight, I will update three times tomorrow.

　　
　
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