Chapter 262 Immortal Slaying Sword Formation
"Die!"
Daoist Kurong's wild laughter echoed in the tree demon's abdominal cavity. The hundred-zhang-tall Law of Heaven and Earth raised its giant foot covered in barbs and stomped heavily toward Chen Xingcai. The earth caved in under the heavy pressure, and the air wave lifted up dust that filled the sky.
However, at the instant the giant foot fell—
Chen Xingcai, who should have been crushed to pieces, suddenly revealed a trace of a playful smile, and her figure actually transformed into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated!
"What?!"
The tree demon's movements froze abruptly, and Daoist Kurong's face twisted and deformed on the tree trunk.
He frantically rotated the thousands of human-faced fruits on the tree crown, only to discover that among the mountain rocks and on the ground, the figures of Han Yu and Jiang Che had also long since vanished without a trace.
"Boom—"
The ground suddenly lit up with blinding bloody light.
The tree demon lowered its head to look and saw that half of an incomplete formation map had emerged beneath its feet at some point—those crisscrossing lines emitted an ancient and fierce aura, actually making him feel a trace of inexplicable familiarity.
"This is..."
Daoist Kurong's voice suddenly began to tremble. His colossal body of the Law of Heaven and Earth actually could not give him the slightest sense of security at this moment.
Every time the formation map brightened a bit, a burst of intense pain came from the tree core inside his body, as if countless tiny sword energies were roaming in his meridians.
"Three... three... three..."
A terrifying guess surfaced in his mind, and Daoist Kurong's bark-like face instantly turned pale.
He frantically tried to move his tree roots to flee, but discovered that the ground had turned into a solid iron plate at some unknown time!
"The Lord's..."
"Immortal Slaying Sword Formation?"
A cold voice came from the left. Han Yu stood in the air holding a long sword that was blood-red throughout. The sword body was wrapped in suffocating slaughter aura; merely touching it with one's gaze caused stinging pain in the divine soul.
Ripples rose in the void on the right at the same time. Jiang Che appeared holding a dark blue long sword. Wherever the cold light flickered from the sword edge passed, even the space developed fine cracks.
"Although there is only half of the Immortal Slaying Formation, and it is a temporary setup..." Han Yu gently stroked the spine of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword. The bloody glow reflected on his eyebrows and eyes, making them look sharp as knives. "I presume it is enough to kill a tiny evil immortal like you."
"Exactly so." Jiang Che flourished a sword flower. The dark light of the Immortal Extinction Sword traced a trajectory in the air that did not disperse for a long time.
Daoist Kurong panicked completely. The human faces on the tree trunk let out miserable screams simultaneously: "Impossible! The Four Immortal Slaying Swords disappeared long ago with the Great Calamity of Heaven and Earth! How could you possibly still have them? It must be fake!"
"Ding!"
The twin swords chimed lightly at the same time.
In an instant, heaven and earth changed color!
Centered on the tree demon, the space within a radius of a thousand zhang suddenly revealed dense patterns of sword energy. Those patterns roamed and interwove like living creatures, forming an incomplete yet monstrously fierce sword formation in the blink of an eye.
Every line in the formation lit up with blinding bloody light, and the phantom images of four ancient swords could be faintly seen floating in the formation eyes.
"Activate the formation."
Han Yu and Jiang Che pinched hand seals simultaneously.
"Clang—!"
Billions of sword energies burst forth from the formation map! The scarlet Immortal Slaughtering sword energy rolled back like a river of blood, and the dark blue Immortal Extinction sword energy covered the ground like frost.
The two types of sword energy interwove into a net of heaven and earth. Wherever they passed, the tree demon's branches and trunk were sliced off layer by layer like tofu.
"No!!"
Daoist Kurong frantically urged the Law of Heaven and Earth. Thousands of tree roots slapped toward the edge of the sword formation like giant pythons, only to see those sword energies suddenly turn into substantial chains, binding the tree roots tightly and then grinding them to pieces inch by inch!
Black blood sprinkled down like a rainstorm, evaporating into foul-smelling mist by the sword energy before it even hit the ground.
Han Yu made a slash with his sword fingers, and a streak of bloody light pierced through the tree core.
Daoist Kurong's miserable screams stopped abruptly, and the entire giant tree began to disintegrate from the inside out.
Where the bark peeled off, dense human-shaped bulges were revealed—these were the spiritualities of villagers and outsiders devoured over thousands of years, currently struggling painfully in the sword energy.
Jiang Che suddenly changed his hand seal: "Purify!"
The dark blue sword light transformed into fine rain filling the sky. Every drop landed precisely on the center of the souls' brows.
Those twisted faces gradually smoothed out, finally transforming into specks of fluorescent light and dissipating between heaven and earth.
"Boom—"
When the last section of the tree trunk collapsed, the formation map in mid-air also slowly dissipated.
Han Yu caught the falling Immortal Slaughtering Sword; the sword body was already covered in cracks.
"It is a replica after all..." He sighed lightly, watching the blade shatter inch by inch.
On a distant mountain peak, the real Chen Xingcai supported the weak Lu Xiaoluo. Looking at the two figures walking out from the smoke and dust, she finally revealed a smile of relief.
"Whoosh—"
A thick, long black root whisker suddenly broke through the earth, stabbing toward the back of Lu Xiaoluo's heart like a poisonous dragon.
Chen Xingcai dodged to block in front. The sword edge collided with the root whisker, actually emitting the sound of gold and iron clashing.
The ground cracked open with a crash. Countless root whiskers surged out while entangled, gradually condensing into a human shape. The smoke and dust scattered, revealing not that hideous and twisted evil cultivator—but an old Daoist with white hair and beard.
Between his brows and eyes, there was actually a bit of transcendent air, only his spiritual power all around was dissipating; clearly, he had reached the state where the oil was exhausted and the lamp was drying up.
"If not for the changes in the laws of heaven and earth..." Daoist Kurong gently stroked his long beard, his voice hoarse but calm. "I, a dignified Mystic Immortal, how could I be defeated by the hands of a few juniors who have not yet reached Heavenly Immortal?"
The mountain breeze brushed past his Daoist robes. As the clothes fluttered, there was actually a bit of an immortal atmosphere.
If one had not seen it with their own eyes, who could imagine that this was the evil cultivator who controlled the tree demon just now?
Han Yu tightened his grip on the sword hilt and said coldly, "You knew clearly that the Heavenly Dao had changed, yet you would rather use evil methods to drag out your feeble existence than reincarnate and recultivate. From the moment you chose to harm the common people, you were already unworthy of being an immortal."
"Hehe..." Daoist Kurong suddenly laughed. A trace of reminiscence flashed through his turbid eyes. "What you say makes sense. But do you really think... you have already won?"
He slowly raised his withered palm. The sunlight penetrated the gaps between his fingers, actually illuminating a semi-transparent texture.
"I was originally a crooked-neck tree on Kunlun Mountain. I was enlightened by the King Duke of the West and obtained the Dao. After another one hundred and eight thousand years, I cultivated into a Mystic Immortal with the Daoist name 'Kurong'..."
The mountain breeze suddenly became biting cold, and Daoist Kurong's robes began to peel off piece by piece. "Do you know why I took this Daoist name?"
Before his voice fell, a burst of clear wind blew past.
A scene that made one's hair stand on end appeared—Daoist Kurong's body actually drifted away with the wind like gravel! First the Daoist robes, then the skin, flesh, and blood. Finally, even the bones turned into fine sand, sprinkling down in a fluttering manner onto the entire Kunlun Mountain Range.
"Not good!" Jiang Che suddenly retreated violently. "He is dissolving his body to transform into the Dao!"
But it was too late.
The entire Kunlun Mountain suddenly came "alive"—bark textures emerged on the surface of the rocks, and ancient tree branches twisted into claw shapes. Even the stream water rippled with strange black glows. Daoist Kurong's final sigh echoed in the air:
"For these hundreds of thousands of years, I have long since merged into one with the Kunlun Earth Veins... Obstructing a person's path is like killing their parents—today, even if I risk overturning the mountain range, I want you all to stay here and be buried with me!"
Rumbling loud noises came from the distance. The main peak began to slowly tilt, and countless giant rocks rolled down with the force of ten thousand jun. Even more terrifying was that those splashing crushed stones grew root whiskers in mid-air, pouncing toward the four people like living creatures!
Han Yu held his sword horizontally across his chest, his face solemn as never before. Until this moment, they finally truly understood the meaning of the two words "Ku Rong"—this demon Daoist had actually tied his own life and death together with the entire Kunlun Mountain Range!
The mountain is the person, the person is the mountain.
Withered and Glory rotate, living and dying together.
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