Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 1723: 1691: Your Name

Chapter 1723: Chapter 1691: Your Na

A brilliantly illuminated starry sky, as the sun ascends, shining upon all realms.

Tap!

Tap tap tap!

In another part of the starry sky, ghosts wail, wolves howl, chilling winds blow, and demons dance in chaos.

One by one, the blood and flesh puppets carrying chanism tubes march onto the battlefield, their steps perfectly precise, flawlessly aligning with the most minute array patterns of the eighth-level Blood and Flesh Furnace Heavenly Demon Array, advancing step by step towards the battlefield of light and destruction.

Individually considered, these blood and flesh puppets from the Implents Sect each differ, each one ticulously crafted, far from being cheaply mass-produced puppets.

So puppets take the form of majestic tigers, mountain-sized, possessing sharp claws, with decaying skin and turning gears, human hands erging from their spines, whose fingers extend like threads, securing a deep red chanism tube to the puppet tiger’s back.

Occasionally, the chanical tiger breathes gently, spitting out scorching liquid like deep red lava.

So puppets have a semi-human form, composed of countless flesh and gears, their upper bodies resembling blue-faced scholars, carrying bamboo-like chanism tubes, while their lower bodies consist of nurous tentacles slithering and crawling, terrifyingly sinister;

So puppets are flying blood and flesh chanism birds in the sky, others are semi-human, semi-centipede blood and flesh puppets burrowing underground, or invisible chanism puppets as fine as dust, killing unseen…

All sorts of puppets, those soaring in the sky, burrowing in the earth, as large as stars or as minute as to be unseen by the naked eye, encapsulate all forms imaginable in the heavens and earth. The achievents in immortal puppet technology that have erged in the Upper Realm over countless years are all presented here, leaving people breathless.

These puppets, endless and boundless!

Blood and flesh puppets, marching in orderly military formations, traveled from the distant center of the world community to this place, filling an entire heavenly starry sky, forming waves of blood-gray rapidly advancing toward the Great Sun of Destruction, eliminating everything in their path, like a flash of lightning, devoid of the sluggishness that a conventional military should have.

Nearly ten billion Blood and Flesh Furnace Puppets!

The Immortal Device Child brought an army of nearly ten billion Blood and Flesh Furnace Taoist Soldiers here!

Even more egregiously, these Blood and Flesh Furnace Puppets house nurous elite disciples from the Implents Sect, along with a large number of Refining Nothingness Cultivators and Harmonization God Monarchs.

Even Inheritance Disciples level cultivators from past Heavenly Inquiry inheritances are here in numbers, controlling this terrifying army for him!

The Star River, filled with terrifying devil qi.

Even for Harmonization Beings, on this battlefield, they lack the ability to penetrate this blood-gray devil qi, let alone witness the true avatar of the Immortal Device Child.

This terrifying army from the Implents Sect sweeps over world communities like ti, arriving here in a brief mont.

In the depths of the blood-gray devil qi, eighteen ancient bronze celestial ge emit dark auras, releasing infinite devil light, a terrifying causal lock binding the living beings of this realm, space, rules, and causations all solidified, the flow of ti in this realm seemingly influenced.

And the being within the Sun of Destruction, alone, rely watches quietly, without any intention to escape the Taoist Soldiers’ encirclent.

…

A battlefield extrely far from here.

Mingguang Zi, Mu Tiansnow, and various Great Sun Sword Cultivators, along with Harmonization God Monarchs of the Pure Yang Lineage like Yang Tie, observe this battlefield, unwilling to miss this inevitably terrifying duel of the Taoist disciples.

The strongest of the Great Sun Lineage, his holy sword fight surely will lead the Great Sun Swordsmanship to further heights.

The sword dao opportunity contained within is enough for Great Sun Sword Cultivators to disregard all risks, to approach the battlefield, to witness here.

“Unfair…”

“It’s truly unwise, the Swordsman lacks Taoist Soldiers, even if the Pure Yang Dao Soldiers are unusable now, it could still provide significant assistance.”

Yang Tie God Monarch couldn’t help but say.

Ti has passed over thousands of years, many of his fellow disciples have died, fallen on this battlefield, he’s the only survivor, with his Sword Soul Sword Skill rapidly advancing, nearly reaching Quasi-Heavenly Level power.

The battlefield before him is indeed unfair.

The Heavenly Sword Sword Son, Taiyin and Taiyang Sword Child, and Immortal Device Child all have their Taoist Soldiers, Immortal Device Child has perfected this, his strength terrifyingly extre aside, bringing countless Transmission Disciples from Implents Sect, nearly ten billion Blood and Flesh Furnace Puppets, Implents Sect disciples.

“Should we help the Swordsman?”

Yang Tie God Monarch couldn’t help but say.

He is a disciple of the Yang Bone Heavenly Person, acutely aware of the imnse importance of the Pure Yang Sword Child to the Pure Yang Lineage.

It’s arguable that now is the closest the Pure Yang Lineage has ever been to reaching above Heavenly Beings since its establishnt, a chance that must not be lost.

Swish!

Gazing eyes from all the Great Sun Sword Cultivators turn uniformly towards him, with strange expressions.

Yang Tie God Monarch, puzzled, looks at Mingguang Zi.

“Don’t go.”

“He will kill you.”

Mingguang Zi tersely says, “When the Dari Swordsman begins his holy sword fight, anyone attempting to interfere with his battlefield will beco an undying foe.”

“If you’ve lived enough, then go.”

Whether victory or death, the Dari Swordsman will willingly accept it.

But if soone disrupts his battlefield,

you’ll beco a dao enemy!

“This…”

Yang Tie God Monarch feels a chill in his heart.

…

In an inconspicuous corner, far away, two sneaky figures have found a Minor Thousand World, using secret techniques to deeply hide underground.

In this mont, within the radiance affecting the entire community of worlds, they capture a glimpse of that battlefield.

“Will Uncle Junior win?”

Han Lin quietly inquires.

For this old acquaintance, as long as it doesn’t impact his own path to immortality, he hopes this acquaintance fares well, even fares much better than himself.

The path to immortality belongs solely to oneself, comparisons with others are unnecessary.

Present is a weird individual, with profound skill in divination and prophecy.

“I don’t know.”

“His life and death directly relate to the destiny of the entire Great Thousand World, perhaps even more Great Thousand Worlds, I cannot conclude.”

The Great Love God Monarch whispers.

“If he dies, even if it’s just the two of us, we must give our all.”

“There’s still a slim chance to seize that fortune…”

…

In the Star River, Blood and Flesh Furnace Daoist Soldiers have completed their encircling.

The eighteen bronze battle ges emit an eerie cursed glow, with thick chains anchored at their ends, looping and coiling, extending to the Abyss of the Nine Netherworlds, without end.

The Blood and Flesh Furnace Daoist Soldiers crouch low, pointing the chanism tubes on their backs at the Sun in the sky.

Clang~

In that terrifying Sun of Destruction, amidst the countless blood and flesh puppets, a green-clothed youth slowly draws his sword.

Intense, scorching pressure spreads across the heavens and earth.

The pressure instantly pushes back the vast eighth-level Blood and Flesh Furnace Daoist Soldier formation tens of thousands of kiloters, revealing a pure, fiery place of sunlight, where all filth wails and vanishes in ashes.

“Oh?”

In the depths of the blood-gray devil qi, the Immortal Device Child withdraws a hint of dismissiveness, and the chest of the Reverse Five Elents Circulation Refining Demon Furnace flickers once.

“Fellow Daoist, your na?”

Jiang Ding slowly withdraws his longsword.

His gaze penetrates the surface of this strong human in front of him, looking directly into the essence of its puppet self-awareness, and quietly asks.