With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 728 - 586: Blade Severing Yan Huan, Divine Descent o

Yan Huan, that bastard, even in death he wants to drag down with him!

Swoosh——

The sound of wind breaking resounded as ng Chuan bent backwards, narrowly dodging the sneak attack of the blood blade once again.

"I need to deal with this blood blade first, then proceed to handle the black fog..."

If Yan Huan could summon the Whisper of the Mountains itself, ng Chuan would just accept his fate.

But that was clearly impossible.

Rustle rustle...

The blood blade once again spun into a flower of swords, surrounding ng Chuan with hundreds of blood streaks from all directions. ng Chuan forced himself to stay calm, neither dodging nor evading, patiently using his perception and Qi Observation Skill to distinguish them.

As the nearest blood streak was about to slash at ng Chuan’s neck, he suddenly pulled his head back into his neck. The flower of flesh shimred with a dim light, reerging like a tortoise listening to the thunder!

It was as if a headless knight was wielding a sword, ng Chuan’s bright fist blade twisted, stirring up a storm, its edge stabbing upward, piercing through the blood blade’s entity!

With a twist of his wrist, the demon-subduing True Qi ford an invisible cage, imprisoning the blood blade. With a clang, it fell to the ground, its "spirit" completely lost.

ng Chuan didn’t hesitate, raising a storm of wind and thunder, igniting a vast sea of flas, punching towards the black fog where Yan Huan had vanished.

The force contained within exploded into brown lightning branch patterns covered in spikes, enveloping around his fist.

Boom——!

The two collided, and a cyclone rippled out a hundred feet, completely shattering the already broken ground tiles, lifted away by the storm.

Feng Ying’Er’s spine-crushed body was tossed like a rag doll, falling headlong into a large area of collapsed shrubs.

The black fog shattered, yet ng Chuan showed no joy, for a black-robed figure suddenly erged in his mind, grand and majestic like a god.

He was sitting cross-legged on an elephant’s back, the elephant motionless like it was deceased, making not a single sound.

There was no obstruction, yet ng Chuan couldn’t see his face clearly.

Whisper of the Mountains!

The figure appeared in his mind, yet made no movent, rely sitting indifferently on the elephant statue.

ng Chuan couldn’t care less. He imdiately launched an attack, while a dragon demon erged at his back, initiating a surprise attack, the two assaulting from front and behind.

BOOM!!!

After the earth-shattering tremor passed, ng Chuan remained motionless in place, only the dragon demon continued to bite at the air.

The body of Whisper of the Mountains was ethereal and elusive; their attacks all missed the mark.

Monts later, the dragon demon was also stupefied, frozen in place, unsure of what to do.

The black-robed figure, possibly the Whisper of the Mountains, suddenly lifted his head.

His gaze was as vast as the galaxy, penetrating ti and space, eting ng Chuan’s eyes.

His voice was hoarse yet possessed a strong allure, each word engrained in ng Chuan’s mind:

"Three thousand paths all can lead to godhood, yet Martial Arts is rely a way of warfare, a path among many that leads nowhere. Even if cultivated to what you humans call a Great Saint, to my divine realm’s true form, it could be destroyed with a flick of a finger.

With your talent, you should follow in cultivating the creation rules, to one day wield a thread of divine power, and beco a Cosmic Realm priest, with an eternal life span, wouldn’t that be great?

As long as you nod, I’ll expend great power to open a dinsional channel, freeing you from the binds of the lower realm, and guide you back into the embrace of the Cosmic Realm’s Divine Kingdom!

The black-robed figure gradually beca more ethereal, his gaze firmly on ng Chuan, lifting his hand.

The image of the world collapsing and reforming, creation rebirthing, flowed endlessly through ng Chuan’s mind.

ng Chuan continued to look at him calmly, showing no reaction.

If he could act, this black-robed figure wouldn’t be wasting words.

Doing this here was precisely the sign of weakness.

At least, that’s what he thought.

As for whatever the other side was saying, ng Chuan was completely uninterested.

He firmly believed in the endless potential of Martial Arts, if breaking seven wasn’t enough, then he’d break eight, if breaking eight wasn’t enough, then he’d break nine!

Soday, he believed he could use his fists to make these arrogant invaders bow!

As for the destructive "animated show" of the world that the other side played for him, ng Chuan’s Martial arts will didn’t waver in the slightest.

Furthermore, having personally witnessed the destruction of the world by the [Crimson Demon God] and the capture of Baxia, such things no longer shook his spirit.

The mont one harbors doubt, the Martial arts will shatters into pieces, falling into the Demon Path.

ng Chuan obviously wouldn’t do that.

Consider the other’s words as nothing more than nonsense.

After twenty years of enduring the elents, his training in martial prowess was deeply rooted in his soul, impervious to re demonic seduction.

The figure of Whisper of the Mountains gradually beca non-existent, seeing that ng Chuan wasn’t swayed in the slightest, it seed not disappointed, rely continuing to watch indifferently.

"Opposing us leads only to death, be sure you have thought it through."

As the words fell, it dissipated into nothingness, the elephant god finally able to move, stamping the ground in a futile fury.

The dragon demon beside it cackled raucously, this dead elephant always puts on a show.

Now that sothing finally happened, it’s useless!

"Hahaha!"

ng Chuan ignored these two clowns, pondering for a mont in his heart:

"Master Bai Bao once said that the true form of Whisper of the Mountains is the highest Divine Mountain in the Cosmic Realm.

Judging by today’s imposing power, although it’s not comparable to the Crimson Demon God, it’s still a force that humans can hardly contend with, afraid not even Zhao Dasheng breaking eight can stand a chance, must prevent its true form from descending into the mortal realm, heavenly conclave...

It must be won...

ng Chuan suppressed all thoughts cluttering his mind, ended the introspection, and hurriedly cleaned the battlefield to leave quickly, to avoid unexpected complications.

After so searching, he took the leather armor, as well as the black copper coin hanging at Yan Huan’s waist before his death, and stored them in his own waist token.

As the High Priest of the Demon Summoning Hall, Li Xiao’s beloved disciple, naturally, he also had treasures for storage.

The contents inside, take a look later.

He didn’t have high hopes, guessing they were mostly Demonic Magical Artifacts, and sacrificial offerings to demons, not very useful to him.