Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 557 The True and False Blade, Sun Black Moon Purple

His words were sharp, and his murderous intent was palpable.

Mo Cang, who was residing in the body of the Beast Venerable, felt a chill in his heart.

At that moment, he felt unable to look the other person in the eye.

Why could a mere Nascent Soul cultivator give him this feeling, even making him feel unsafe despite hiding in the body of a Venerable One?

In the next instant, he had his answer!
The boy in front of her slowly unfurled his feathered robes, his body trembled, and he split into six.

Each of the young figures held a sword in their hand.

In the blink of an eye, they surrounded the body of the Beast Master in the center.

Extreme killing intent surged from all directions. Mo Cang was completely focused, and blood flowed continuously within the body of the Beast Venerable. A crescent moon of blood slowly appeared between the Beast Venerable's eyebrows.

At this moment, he no longer believed in the physical instincts of the Beast Venerable. He began to forcefully control the physical body of the Beast Venerable.

Although this caused him great mental and physical exhaustion, he had no choice but to do so.

A crescent moon of blood-red light flashed between his brows, and simultaneously, three heads and six arms of blood-red bodies emerged from the ribs and back of the Beast Venerable.

It contains a rich essence of the Venerable One, and has a total of four heads and eight arms.

Faced with the incoming blade of light, all four roared simultaneously, their eight-armed dragon scales appearing, transforming their palms into claws to directly grasp the blade of light.

The sword light, powerful enough to cleave through the Dharma realm, was gripped in the dragon's claw, and the power of flesh and blood gathered in its palm.

"Bang bang."

With a series of sharp sounds, the blade was shattered by the grip, and several of the young White Bone Cicada clones were also pulverized by the terrifying force.

Upon seeing this, Mo Cang was greatly encouraged.

He was still feeling terrified by the glint of light from the opponent's blade.

He even sensed the Daoist aura of the Golden Light Venerable next door amidst the opponent's sword light.

That extreme ferocity and sharpness sent chills down even his spine.

But after just a brief contact, it seems to be just average?
Mo Cang remained vigilant and did not let his guard down.

Judging from what we've just seen, this skeleton who claims to have been invited to kill the usurper is clearly not a mentally ill or delusional person; his methods are extremely troublesome and terrifying.

He cannot rest easy until he has completely eliminated him.

The crescent moon between his brows flashed with blood-red light again, and his three heads and six arms shrank back into his body. The body of the Beast Venerable rushed toward the last White Bone Cicada clone.

Before he could even get close, the last boy in front of him smiled at him and then vanished like mist.

Just then, a clear voice rang out from behind:
"Your Venerable One's abilities are indeed well-deserved, but your bloodline, hidden within His Venerable One's body, is far too sluggish!"

As light and shadow flickered, Li Wushou emerged from the blood-red light.

Within the White Bamboo Dharma Realm, a faint Dao vein flickers continuously.

This method is called "True or False"!
Li Wushou gained enlightenment from the ink body controlled by the Paper Goddess, and was transformed from the painter Yan Qiubai, and has now taken it a step further.

When falsehood is taken for truth, even truth becomes falsehood!
As he swung that blade, he was already hidden within the blood-red light of Mo Cang.

The opponent's mind was focused on the Venerable One's body, putting immense pressure on him.

They had no way of knowing Li Wushou's movements.

Even if he sensed the movement, the six slashes he unleashed could become real in the blink of an eye, thanks to Li Wushou's will.

Whether it's true or false, it's all up to you!
Looking at the flesh and blood bulging behind him, as if he intended to grow three heads and six arms again, the Beast Venerable was a sight to behold.

With a thought, Li Wushou combined his six swords into one.

It detached from the body and was held in the palm of the hand.

He swung his blade down at the neck of the Beast Master!

"This strike will bring peace to all beasts."

As the soft murmur faded, a hissing sound echoed from the hall, and a massive head, as large as a mountain, fell from the neck of the Beast Master.

Thousands of blood-red rays spread from the neck, attempting to entangle the head of the Beast Lord and retract it back to the neck.

But in the next instant, an immense killing intent suddenly erupted from the severed neck!
The blood-red light shattered instantly, and a shrill roar came from the body of the Beast Venerable.

Mo Cang was in unbearable pain!

He resided within the bodies of countless beasts in his own blood, and at this moment, the bodies of those beasts were no different from his own.

If he had only relied on his instincts as the Beast Master to fight Li Wushou, it would have been fine. But just now, in order to eliminate any future threats and deal with Li Wushou's killing move, he merged more deeply with the Beast Master.

In this way, it was no less than experiencing the calamity of being beheaded.

"what!"

"Boom!"

The blood-red light could not pull the heads of the myriad beasts away, and their heads fell onto the main hall.

The once mighty ruler of the Beast Realm was completely decapitated.

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Li Wushou's eyes, and a look of bloodlust crossed his face.

This is the cicada's instinctive restlessness!
Suddenly, a beam of white light shot out from its mouth, and a sharp mandible shot out, piercing directly through the body of the Beast Venerable.

A struggling, twisting, bloody body was pulled out of the Beast Venerable's body along with its mouthparts and pinned firmly to a pillar in the main hall of the Beast Palace.

Li Wushou stared at the writhing blood shadow on the mouthpiece.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he muttered to himself:
"really!"

Upon seeing the Four Symbols Envoys' Blood Sea Formation Blood Body Technique, Li Wushou immediately thought of the Blood Moon lineage's Blood Body Technique that the Blood Sea Sacred Domain Nascent Soul cultivator had told him about last time!

Unlike the Blood Sun lineage, whose blood sea is indestructible and whose blood body is inexhaustible.

The Blood Body Technique of the Blood Moon lineage, despite possessing the power of the Blood Sea Dharma Realm within itself, creates a blood body that is almost as strong as, or even stronger than, itself.

This allows the Blood Moon lineage, even those who reach the pinnacle of the Nascent Soul stage, to possess an avatar after their primordial spirit merges with their physical body. That avatar is this Blood Body!
One of the abilities of this blood body is to replace blood, possess another person's body, and control their body for one's own use.

Gazing at the fallen body of the Beast Master, all the beast heads fell silent.

Li Wushou's brows slowly furrowed.

"The hearts of all beasts are gone!"

Previously, Mo Cang was hiding among them, but Li Wushou had not fully seen through it.

Only now have we realized that the Venerable One of Ten Thousand Beasts' internal organs are completely empty.

Not only the heart of the beast, but also the other internal organs had long since disappeared.

Only a little essence blood remained flowing inside its body, as if all the beasts were still alive.

His face was as still as water, and dozens of white bamboos stretched out from the Dharma realm above his head, coiling around the body and head of the Venerable Beast.

With a slight effort, it felt as if it were dragging a piece of heaven and earth.

The physical body of the Beast Venerable alone felt even heavier than when he lifted up the continent!
A moment later, he felt a sudden sinking feeling in his mind as Li Wushou finally moved the entire body of the beast into the Dharma Realm.

Just as Li Wushou was about to put away the heads of the myriad beasts and then enter the palace of the myriad beasts with Mo Cang's blood body to find out what was going on,

A purple light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the fallen beast head.

Mo Cang, who was nailed to a pillar and suffering terribly, suddenly burst into laughter.

The laughter didn't last long; it stopped almost as soon as it started.

Then, glaring at Li Wushou's figure with hatred, he said, word by word:

"The sun hangs high in the sky, representing the ultimate Yang. By swallowing and consuming it, Yang gives birth to the ultimate Yin. When the blood moon hangs in the sky, my path will be complete!"

Even more bizarrely, as Mo Cang chanted, the head of the Beast Venerable, which had fallen to the ground, also began to chant.

The two voices merged into one, and for a moment Li Wushou could not distinguish whether it was the sound of the Mo Cang or the sound of ten thousand beasts; the two seemed to overlap at this moment.

At the same time, the flag bearers and others outside were doing their utmost to kill the two men in blood robes.

These two, like the Four Symbols Envoys, are also protectors of Mo Cang, and are equally skilled in combined attack techniques.

The flag bearer forcibly grasped the Daoist essence by consuming the Dao Fruit of the Xuanhuang Temple Master, but he was still inferior to top-tier Nascent Soul cultivators like Xuan Ya.

With the blessing of the Blood Moon, it would be quite difficult for the flag bearers to capture the two in a short time.

The battlefield is now at a stalemate!

Just then, the world suddenly went dark.

The blazing sun high in the sky suddenly went completely dark.

The entire Endless City, and even the Beast Realm and the Central Domain, were plunged into darkness almost simultaneously.

"eclipse?"

The flag bearer murmured silently, then a sense of unease arose in his heart.

Looking again at the blood moon shimmering with purple light in the sky, it seemed especially eerie in the eternal darkness.

The next instant, the flag bearers led their men to charge at the two men in blood robes again, but this time the flag bearers were going all out.

A flash of light appeared in his hand, and a palm-sized stone appeared in his palm.

It was surrounded by a mysterious yellow light, and it was indeed a mysterious yellow seal!

This seal was not bestowed by the abbot of Xuanhuang Temple, but was given to him by the White Bone Taoist, a friend of the second master.

The purpose is to be able to deal with unexpected situations when things happen suddenly.

I initially thought it was somewhat unnecessary.

After all, this is the central city of the Beast Realm, with a Venerable One presiding over it. Who would dare to act recklessly?

Unexpectedly, the blood-robed man who suddenly appeared immediately began slaughtering the cultivators of the Endless City.

Although it's unclear why the people from the Blood Sea Sacred Domain have such audacity, something major has likely happened within the Palace of Ten Thousand Beasts.

The various unusual behaviors that had occurred during this period came to mind one by one.

He knew he couldn't delay any longer; he had to kill the two as soon as possible and then break through the blood moon.

To him, this blood moon was far too eerie.

It can affect not only the cultivators of the Endless City, but also their minds.

The purple light emanating from it, in particular, stirred something within him that made him restless.

Among the accompanying Nascent Soul cultivators, those with slightly weaker cultivation levels stopped their attacks at the very beginning and focused on guarding their minds.

With a solemn expression, the flag bearer shouted:
"kill!"

He slammed the Xuanhuang Seal in his hand directly at the two men in blood robes.

Meanwhile, darkness also fell over the Palace of Ten Thousand Beasts.

The blood moon that had been shining behind the Palace of Ten Thousand Beasts had somehow ended up shining on it.

The Palace of Ten Thousand Beasts trembled violently. The palace, which was already overwhelmed by the physical battle between Li Wushou and the Venerable of Ten Thousand Beasts, saw its inscriptions crumble inch by inch before collapsing with a deafening roar.

Li Wushou flicked his toes, holding the head of the Ten Thousand Beasts Venerable in his left palm as if he were holding up a mountain.

With his right hand, he made a grasping motion in the air and brought the mouthpiece back to his palm.

With a sudden burst of strength, Mo Cang's blood-soaked body was grasped in his hand.

Mo Cang's maniacal laughter faltered.

Just then, a thick, bloody stench swept in from behind the Palace of Ten Thousand Beasts!

(End of this chapter)