A master of comedy!

At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, before the Ascension Wall.

Although the Feast of Bliss had already begun, many people still lingered in front of the Ascension Wall, unwilling to leave, preparing to make a deal with the people who came out when the feast ended.

Perhaps someone has secretly hidden away dragon liver and phoenix marrow, and fine wines and elixirs, and they are willing to spend a lot of money to buy them.

But as time went by, they felt more and more that something was wrong.

Why is the ground beneath my feet shaking inexplicably?

And then there was the colorful sea of ​​clouds that obscured the top of Kunlun Mountain. Originally, it was radiating brilliant light, and the faint image of a celestial palace could be seen, with fairies appearing in the distance, graceful as dragons in flight.

But from some point onward, the seven-colored sea of ​​clouds was covered with layers of black mist, and it kept rising and falling, as if a giant beast was breathing.

With a crisp cracking sound, a winding crack appeared on the massive Ascension Wall, and it spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What, what is that?"

"Hiss! That looks... like a sword?"

A cultivator with eye techniques suddenly discovered that above the vast sea of ​​clouds, atop the majestic Kunlun Mountains, stood a towering sword shadow.

With its tip pointing downwards, the blade reflected a sun-like luster, as if cast from gold. It stood tall and firm, like a pillar reaching to the heavens. Just one glance was enough to bring tears to one's eyes from the terrifying sword intent.

The sword is as bright as the sun, too dazzling to look directly at.

"Hiss! Run!"

"The sword is falling! Run!!"

At that moment, the cultivators guarding the Ascension Wall began to flee like madmen, their eyes filled with terror. As the giant Vajra Sword fell, they all felt a terrifying sense of being like ants facing the collapse of the sky.

Is this sword meant to sever Kunlun?

Boom!!
With a deafening roar, the Vajra Giant Sword cleaved through the sea of ​​clouds, shattered the illusory image of the Heavenly Palace, and finally landed atop the main peak of Kunlun.

The earth shook and mountains trembled; the rocks shattered and the heavens were shaken!
The sound of the sword transformed into 96,000 pure yang thunder patterns, instantly sweeping across all directions.

The Kunlun Mountains, stretching for thousands of miles, trembled incessantly, the earth cracked open like deep valleys, and countless avalanches occurred, burying and destroying dense forests.

This apocalyptic scene terrified countless people, even shattering their resolve and leaving behind indelible inner demons.

Some who were slower to escape were directly swallowed up by the cataclysmic disaster, their bodies vanishing without a trace, leaving no trace of their remains.

Fortunately, there are no ordinary residents near the main peak of Kunlun anymore, and these cultivators are not benevolent; some are even wicked cultivators from the martial arts world with heinous sins.

The aftershocks of the earthquake lingered for a long time.

After everything finally passed and the avalanche gradually stopped, the survivors were able to see Kunlun Mountain again and couldn't help but gasp in shock.

The towering Kunlun main peak, which seemed to reach the sky, was actually cut in half. The Kunlun mountain range, which stretched for thousands of miles, was also cut off from north to south by this sword, creating a sword valley that was hundreds of feet deep.

Even when cultivators are flying high in the sky, they cannot ignore the scar on the earth.

"Is this... really human swordsmanship?"

"Heavenly Sword! This is the Heavenly Sword!"

Some were shocked, while others were incredibly excited, especially the cultivators who were skilled in swordsmanship. Their eyes shone with a pilgrimage-like light, and they trembled with excitement.

A single sword cuts off the north and south, stretching across the land and forcefully altering the topography of the Kunlun Mountains, which had existed for thousands of years.

Aside from the Heavenly Sword, there is no other explanation.

……

Inside the great tomb, the stone wall overhead had completely cracked open, revealing a bright and dazzling sky that swept away all the gloom. The giant sword dissipated, and Zhou Sheng, dressed in a green robe and carrying a long sword, stood tall and elegant, reappearing in his true form.

The drought demon stood there blankly, seemingly unharmed, but as a gentle breeze blew by, its powerful body, capable of fighting a true dragon, turned into powder and vanished.

This sword technique is called Heavenly Escape.

It is Lu Zu's most powerful sword technique, which cultivates the sword heart internally and suppresses all demons externally, possessing incredible power.

When this sword is drawn, it is as if the sky is collapsing; it possesses unpredictable power, capable of changing the world.

When the Eight Immortals crossed the sea, Lu Zu's Heavenly Sword was drawn, which could cut off the East Sea, preventing the Dragon King from crossing the boundary and establishing his reputation as the ancestor of all sword immortals.

Of course, to use this sword technique requires extremely high levels of magical power and physical strength. If Zhou Sheng had not received a great fortune in the Vajra Hall of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and cultivated all the major profound skills of his physical body to a high level, he would not have been able to use it even if he had obtained the technique today.

However, he also had some burdens. He exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and pure yang sword energy burst forth from all 48,000 pores of his body at the same time, like steaming golden mist mixed with scorching heat waves.

Only after the sword energy dissipated did I feel a little better; otherwise, my internal organs would have been aching.

However, this strange scene was witnessed by everyone.

At this moment, his sword aura soared into the sky, his whole body was shrouded in golden mist, and he carried a long sword on his back. His figure was as handsome as a pine tree on a cliff, truly resembling an unparalleled sword immortal.

Jinse's beautiful eyes shone with a strange light. Over the years, she had followed her master in cultivation and had seen countless masters. Her horizons had broadened countless times compared to before, but when she saw Zhou Sheng again, she was still shocked.

Such a sword immortal with supernatural powers, even my master would probably address him as a fellow Daoist.

Bao Ying looked amazed, but not too surprised. After twenty years, with Brother Zhou's talent, he had indeed reached the pinnacle of this world and become one of the very few who could stand at the top.

People on the mountain are like immortals.

Brother Zhou truly deserves the title of "immortal".

Yang Ying stared in astonishment, her mouth agape, revealing her pearly white teeth, as she gazed at the figure, her heart filled with a profound sense of unease.

From childhood to adulthood, she had heard many stories about Zhou Sheng and knew that he was very capable, but she never imagined that he was capable to this extent.

With such supernatural powers, where in the world could one not go?
A true man, nothing more than that!

As for the Yin Opera practitioners in the Qunyu Class, they felt the greatest and strongest shock. They had never thought, nor dared to think, that Yin Opera practitioners could be so powerful.

Singing the song of Lü Dongbin allows one to bring Lü Zu's swordsmanship to such a level; how is this any different from Lü Zu descending to earth?
"No wonder he is the strongest Yin Puppet Master in the world... no, now he can be said to be the strongest Yin Puppet Master in thousands of years, unprecedented and perhaps unparalleled!"

Yu Ruyi silently recited the words in her heart, her gaze becoming slightly infatuated.

But Zhou Sheng's face remained cold and stern, with golden shadows flowing in his dragon eyes, and flame patterns resembling the suns of the heavens, revealing his insight into all things.

Finally, he spotted a strange, transparent streak of light, mingling with the daylight, trying to escape.

That was the last trace of the Empress's true spirit.

Upon sensing Zhou Sheng's gaze, the Empress trembled violently, then gritted her teeth and decisively flew towards a figure.

"careful!"

Monkey King's fiery eyes also discerned this, but he had exhausted himself in the previous battle, and the streak of light was incredibly fast, arriving in front of Yang Ying's brow in an instant, leaving him no time to stop it.

The empress harbored resentment, her gaze resolute.

She wanted that woman's body!

...(End of this chapter)