Primordial Era: Starting with slaughtering all the gods and Buddhas in the sky

After a loud explosion, the entire Sky-Hunting Flying Ship lurched sharply to the left.

A chorus of screams erupted from the deck.

The spiritual energy deep within the ship's hull surged upwards like an out-of-control torrent, following the guiding talisman lines. Crimson light burst forth from the cracks, illuminating half of the mountain wall.

Huang Chen lay in the shadows, feeling the cliff face beneath his feet tremble, with loose rocks falling and crashing into the dark canyon below, leaving no echo for a long time.

"The propulsion reactor has malfunctioned!"

"Seal off the secondary formation! Quickly!"

As the noise became chaotic, the spiritual pressure shield that had been surrounding the ship began to fluctuate. Huang Chen lifted his eyelids and, without the slightest hesitation, pushed off the cliff wall with his feet, propelling himself like a cannonball towards the half-open furnace chamber.

heat.

It's not just hot, it's extremely hot.

The furnace chamber felt like it was filled with a fireball. The blazing white flames from the burning spirit stones mixed with the crimson light from the bursting talisman threads, scorching the skin and flesh. As soon as Huang Chen leaped onto the platform, three sword lights descended from above, their angles cunning, aiming straight for the back of his neck, his heart, and his lower abdomen.

"die!"

One of the disciples guarding the boat roared, his eyes red.

Huang Chen swung his left arm, smashing the foremost flying sword aside with a deafening clang that made everyone's eardrums tingle. Another sword blade grazed his ribs, tearing his robe and drawing out a string of beads of blood.

The third sword strike was the most vicious, piercing almost to the chest. Huang Chen twisted his waist sharply, letting the sword tip scrape a bloody gash on his shoulder, and his right fist was already thrown out.

boom!

The disciple's chest collapsed on the spot, and he coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing directly into the furnace lid. The sound of bones breaking mixed with a muffled thud.

Two more people jumped off the deck.

"Take him down!"

"Don't let him near the main deck!"

Huang Chen stomped his foot, and a crack appeared on the edge of the platform. He lunged forward, hooked his fingers around a disciple's ankle, and swung him down.

Before the man could even finish his scream, he was used as a weapon to smash into another person. The two bodies collided in mid-air, tumbling and falling off the platform, disappearing into the night below the cliff.

The ship shuddered again.

This time it's even more ruthless.

The propulsion furnace could no longer contain itself, and flames several meters high spewed out from the cracked outer shell. A violent stream of spiritual energy surged wildly along the hull, and the entire Sky Hunter Flying Ship seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, emitting a sickening metallic twisting sound.

Huang Chen took advantage of the situation and jumped onto the deck.

As soon as they landed, they were greeted by a large number of flying swords and rune lights.

The deck was in complete chaos.

A dozen or so disciples staggered about, some clinging desperately to the mast, others flung against the bulkhead by the tilting ship, their faces covered in blood. Broken array patterns flickered on the deck, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.

A fierce wind swept up from outside the cliff, carrying the smells of burning, blood, and the pungent odor of burnt spirit stones.

Huang Chen's chest heaved, his throat filled with the taste of rust, the sword wound on his shoulder burned with pain, and the back of his hand, which had been scorched by the spiritual flames when he was close to the furnace, was now charred.

But this injury couldn't suppress the surging ferocity within him.

Several flying swords came at the same time, their cries piercing the air.

Instead of retreating, Huang Chen advanced, his feet treading on the sloping deck as he charged forward, his body almost touching the ground. The first flying sword was caught by its spine, his palm instantly splitting open, blood flowing down the blade.

He seemed oblivious, casually twisting the sword and stabbing it into its master's throat as if it were a short spear.

puff.

Blood mist sprayed into the air.

Huang Chen let go of the corpse as it slipped, and then stumbled into the crowd, getting elbowed, kneed, punched, and shouldered.

Bang! Crack!

Screams rang out one after another.

Someone had their jaw broken by his punch, someone else had their spine fractured by the impact, and another person had just activated a defensive talisman when Huang Chen struck him with a powerful internal force that split his chest, causing him to cave in from the middle and bleed from his mouth and nose.

Just then, a cold, mirror-like light suddenly shone from the end of the deck.

"You wretched creature, freeze in place!"

The Xuan Tian Sect steward finally made his move. He stood beside the main mast, his robes fluttering, his face ashen, holding the Sky-Gazing Mirror in his hands.

The mirror was no longer as magnificent as it had been when it pierced the valley. Only the remaining golden patterns of the secondary array were still holding on. Even so, the mirror light was still terrifyingly sharp, piercing straight into Huang Chen's brow.

laugh--

The light from the mirror swept across Huang Chen's shoulder and back, instantly charring a large patch of flesh, and the searing pain shot straight to his head.

Deacon A shouted, "He can't hold on! Surround him!"

The remaining disciples, as if grasping at a straw, rushed over.

Huang Chen suddenly grinned. Couldn't take it?

He reached into his robes with his right hand, and the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl was already in his palm. With a surge of spiritual energy, an invisible ripple suddenly spread out, and the local airflow that had been swirling wildly due to the tilting of the flying boat was instantly frozen in place.

In that instant, Huang Chen's figure flashed, passing directly through the gap between the three flying swords, heading straight for the steward's face.

The steward's expression changed drastically, clearly not expecting Huang Chen to dare to confront Jing Guang head-on despite his injuries.

"court death!"

The precious mirror spun again, bursting forth with golden light.

This time, Huang Chen didn't dodge. He raised his left arm to protect his head and rammed into it.

boom!

The mirror light slammed into his arms and shoulders, scorching his flesh and making his entire left arm numb. The deck beneath Huang Chen's feet cracked inch by inch, and his shoes dragged two long, bloody trails across the wooden planks.

But the momentum didn't stop; instead, it used the impact to get even closer to Deacon A.

Deacon A's eyes finally showed surprise. He turned around and tried to back away, while simultaneously kicking Huang Chen in the abdomen.

Huang Chen's body sank, taking the kick to the ground. His stomach churned violently, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His right fist was already fully charged.

Seven Forms of Witchcraft, Sky-Splitting!

His punches were like cannonballs.

boom!

The punch landed squarely on the deacon's chest.

First, the protective aura exploded, then my sternum broke.

Finally, there was that short, muffled bang.

The steward arched backward, spitting out a large amount of blood and foam, his eyes almost bulging out. The Heavenly Mirror in his hand was shaken and slipped from his grasp. It had only flown half a foot when Huang Chen grabbed the frame with his other hand and pulled it down sharply.

"broken!"

Huang Chen growled and brought his right fist down again.

Thud! The mirror shattered.

The dense golden patterns, like shattered ice, spread out instantly, disrupting the blinding light. The deacon, whose chest was already caved in, was forced to his knees by the recoil, his knees cracking the deck as he coughed up blood.

"you……"

He looked up, his face covered in blood, as if trying to say something.

Huang Chen didn't give him a chance.

The third punch was aimed straight at his face.

The skull cracked.

Deacon A fell backward and remained motionless. The Heaven-Gazing Mirror beside him shattered into countless fragments, its remaining spiritual light flickering and then extinguishing completely after a few breaths.

at the same time,

[Karma +12000]

Chaos erupted all around.

"The butler is dead!"

"The precious mirror is shattered!"

"Run! The airship is crashing!"

The few remaining disciples on deck panicked. Some turned and rushed into the cabin, while others tried to summon their flying swords to escape. However, the flying boat was already tilting severely, the array patterns broke one after another, and the chaotic flow of spiritual energy lashed across the deck like whips. One disciple had just leaped half a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) when he was engulfed by a tongue of fire that spewed from the hull of the ship. He was instantly turned into a ball of fire and fell off the cliff with a scream.

Another was struck in the waist and abdomen by the broken mast and rolled away along with half a beam.

The remaining two tried to escape from the bow of the ship. Huang Chen raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and kicked up a broken sword on the ground.

The broken sword whistled out.

puff!

One of them, struck by a sword in the back, collapsed to the ground, his body sliding along the edge of the deck, half his body dangling in mid-air. The last disciple, his face deathly pale, didn't even dare to look back. He desperately tried to control his flying sword to rush out of the ship, but was caught in the aftershocks of the secondary array exploding on the side of the flying boat. His protective spiritual shield shattered like paper, and he exploded into a spray of blood in mid-air.

Huang Chen stood there, his chest heaving violently. The wind rushed out from the cracked hull, and the charred areas on his shoulders and back ached as if being scraped by a dull knife. His left arm was also half numb, and his fist trembled when he clenched it.

He glanced down at the corpse of Deacon A, then quickly bent down, pulled off the storage bag from the man's waist, and put several pieces of mirror that still retained their spiritual energy into his pocket.

The next instant, he pinched his fingers and crushed the [Low-level Causal Purification Talisman] he had just exchanged.

The talisman turned into grayish-white smoke, silently wrapping around his hands, shoulders, and chest, then seeping into his body with his breath. Huang Chen felt that the faint pull on his soul had suddenly faded considerably, and the murderous aura, blood energy, and spiritual energy fluctuations left behind from the battle seemed to have been wiped away by something.

Huang Chen looked up at the distant night sky, his jaw clenched slightly. Zhao Wuji should be back soon. The mouthful of blood he felt was still pressing against his chest, and he felt like vomiting it up if he relaxed even slightly.

Suddenly, another loud noise came from the ship, this time from the bottom of the hold.

The already cracked propulsion unit seemed to have gone completely mad, with blazing white flames surging up from the stern and burning through several layers of bulkhead.

The deck began to tilt and sink, the planks broke one after another, and in many places the dark, gaping hull beneath was exposed.

It wasn't the disciple's screams, nor was it the sound of metal breaking.

It was a human voice, harsh and hoarse, muffled and strained, as if squeezed out from the depths of the ship's cabin through thick iron plates and magic arrays.

"Let...let me out..."

"Help……"

"Please..."

The sound sent chills down one's spine, and Huang Chen's face gradually darkened.

Deep within the flying ship, living people are imprisoned, or rather, souls used for sacrifice, manipulation, and suppression.

Huang Chen wiped the blood from his face and rushed toward the collapsed hatch.

The cabin was even more chaotic than the deck; all the lamps were out, leaving only the flickering light of fire and the red glow of shattered array patterns.

The passageway slanted into a strange angle, with corpses and wooden crates scattered everywhere. Every now and then, one could step on fragments of spirit stones, which made a sharp, creaking sound.

The air was thick with the smells of smoke, blood, and a damp, foul odor of the spirit banners; if you smelled it for too long, your stomach would churn.

Huang Chen took a dozen steps down the cabin wall, when a sharp shriek suddenly came from ahead.

woo-

It was like countless mouths crying out at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, a pitch-black banner emerged from the deepest part of the area. The banner was tattered, with flames burning along its edges, yet the entangled spirits on it were still writhing desperately.

It had clearly lost control and was being violently shaken by the chaotic flow of spiritual energy emanating from the unbalanced flying boat.

"Oh shit."

Huang Chen cursed.

If we don't deal with it soon, this thing will explode, and the vengeful spirits inside will run rampant, turning the entire wreckage of the spaceship into a ghost town.

He gritted his teeth and charged straight at them.

The air around the banner was bone-chillingly cold, creating an eerie contrast with the intense heat emanating from the furnace. The alternating hot and cold sensations sent shivers down my spine.

As soon as Huang Chen approached, several gray-white soul shadows pounced on him, their faces contorted and their claws flailing wildly.

Huang Chen raised his hand and shook it, his blood and qi roaring, first dispersing the first few soul shadows.

"Stop right there, all of you!"

The vengeful spirits paused for a moment as their blood surged through them. In that brief pause, Huang Chen grabbed the banner pole and pressed his other hand against the banner surface, channeling the remaining spiritual energy and blood within his body to forcefully suppress its rampage.

With a hiss, white smoke immediately rose from his palm.

The yin energy from the soul-binding banner seeped into his arm, chilling him to the bone. Veins throbbed on Huang Chen's forehead, and his teeth clenched so tightly they cracked.

At this moment, several iron cages were revealed in the deepest part of the cabin. Inside were several emaciated figures, their hands and feet bound by talisman chains, their eyes sunken, and their lips cracked.

When someone looked up and saw Huang Chen, their eyes were blank, as if they couldn't believe that a living person could have broken into this place.

Huang Chen, panting heavily, shouted at the nearest person, "Can you walk?"

The man's lips trembled, and after a long pause, he managed to squeeze out, "Yes...yes..."

The ship sank heavily again.

With a loud bang, large pieces of wood chips and iron scraps rained down from above.

Huang Chen turned his head to look at the ever-widening crack, his face turning even uglier. He smashed the iron cage lock with a punch, tore off the talisman chains, and casually dragged the man out.

"If you can walk, stay close."

After saying that, he turned around and smashed open the second iron cage.

The firelight streamed down the passageway, casting flickering light throughout the cabin. The prisoners stumbled and crawled out of the iron cages, their faces filled with fear and confusion, barely able to stand.

Huang Chen didn't have time to ask any more questions. He dragged the broken soul banner that was being held down with one hand, and picked up an old man who was so weak that he was about to collapse with the other hand. He led the group up the sloping passage.

Just as they were halfway there, a piercing explosion suddenly came from behind.

The propulsion unit exploded completely, and the entire spaceship plummeted downwards.

Huang Chen's footing gave way, and he and the rescued people tumbled forward. He grabbed back, his five fingers digging into the wooden beams of the cabin wall, splintering wood, before he could barely regain his balance.

The old man was pulled into his arms, coughing up a mouthful of black blood, his voice trembling: "Who are you?"

Huang Chen took a deep breath and said in a low voice:

"Shut up and crawl out!"

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