MC Bookstore Chapter 271: The Sword Shatters the Mountain
Chapter 271: The Sword Shatters the Mountain
"How is that possible!"
The half-horse fallen man, holding the flesh and blood candle, trembled violently, his hands went numb, and the demonic fire within him suffered a backlash, nearly spitting out a mouthful of black blood.
He stared blankly at the empty space in front of him, his pupils contracting sharply, his eyes filled with utter disbelief.
The Soul-Devouring Candle Flame, which he relied on and which was an unsolvable soul-killing move, was so easily and completely broken by the opponent!
Shock, horror, and unease swept over him, intensifying his fear.
But now there is no turning back, only fighting to the death!
Before he could calm his trembling mind, the Half-Horse Fallen gritted his teeth and hardened his heart, reaching into his robes again to retrieve the second mutated evil artifact he had been keeping under wraps!
It was a miniature mountain, about the size of a thumb, made entirely of condensed flesh and dark, demonic rock.
The mountain peak is small and exquisite, yet it exudes an immense and boundless mountainous pressure. Its surface is covered with writhing blood vessels and pitch-black demonic patterns, and every inch of its texture is filled with a heavy suppressive force. It is a mutated artifact he created by hunting creatures and fusing flesh and blood with demonic energy—the Mountain of Ten Thousand Jun Flesh and Blood.
"town!"
The Half-Horse Fallen let out a low shout, injecting demonic blood from his fingertips into the miniature mountain.
Om-! ! !
A deep, trembling sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and the miniature flesh and blood mountain rose into the air, rapidly growing, expanding, and taking shape!
One zhang, ten zhang, one hundred zhang!
In an instant, the small miniature magic weapon transformed into a pitch-black demonic mountain that blotted out the sky. The mountain was thick and majestic, with its rock walls covered in fleshy tumors and hideous bone spurs. Demonic energy swirled around the mountain, and a terrifying mountain pressure crashed down, locking down all the space around Lin Yuan.
The air froze completely, the ground collapsed layer by layer, fine cracks spread rapidly, and the entire dense forest trembled violently under the pressure of the mountains.
This flesh-and-blood demonic mountain not only possesses immense pressure, but also contains three evil forces: imprisonment, corruption, and suppression. Once suppressed by the mountain, one's physical body will be crushed, one's spiritual power will be corrupted, and one's soul will be imprisoned.
The pitch-black demonic mountain, carrying a world-destroying force, crashed down fiercely, blocking out the light of day, sealing off all escape routes, and delivering an unsolvable and devastating attack!
"Since you want to play with strength, I'll play along with you."
Lin Yuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, no longer holding back his physical trump card.
The power of the Ancient Dragon King erupted in full force in an instant!
A towering golden dragon aura surged into the sky, and dazzling golden dragon patterns instantly covered its entire body. The majestic and domineering ancient dragon power spread out, forcefully countering the malevolent energy of the mountains and rivers.
Lin Yuan's body rapidly expanded and grew taller, instantly activating his twelve-zhang golden ancient dragon giant form. His entire body was covered in gleaming golden dragon scales, his dragon horns were rugged, his dragon eyes were majestic, and lightning and fire intertwined around him, creating an aura that shook the heavens and the earth.
Simultaneously, the Divine Firmament Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand transformed into a giant, golden, sky-reaching sword over ten zhang long. The sword's body shimmered with light, and the Demon-Slaying Sword Intent was fierce and overwhelming. The power of the Supreme Yang Dragon, the power of Divine Thunder, and the power of Blazing Fire were combined into one and condensed on the sword's body.
Facing the towering, imposing mountain, Lin Yuan, transformed into an ancient dragon giant, stood tall, neither dodging nor avoiding, gripping the giant sword tightly in both hands, his arms surging with dragon power, and suddenly slashing through the air!
boom--!!!
A dazzling golden sword light that spanned the heavens and earth tore through the dark sky, and the fierce and domineering slashing power soared into the sky. With the supreme power to shatter mountains and split the earth and cut down all evil, it slashed fiercely in the very center of the dark flesh and blood demon mountain!
The two extreme forces of gold and black collided violently, and the shockwave of the explosion swept through hundreds of miles of mountains and forests, causing fierce winds, flying rocks, collapsing ancient trees, and trembling earth.
The once imposing and invincible Blood Demon Mountain, which suppressed everything, became as fragile as paper before the full force of the ancient dragon's sword strike.
Snap!
A crisp cracking sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth. The flesh and blood texture and the rock walls on the surface of the Demon Mountain cracked instantly, and huge cracks spread from the point of attack to the entire mountain.
Countless fleshy tumors exploded and flew everywhere, the dark demonic energy dissipated layer by layer, and the heavy suppressing power of the mountains collapsed instantly.
The next moment!
The entire hundred-foot-tall Blood and Flesh Demon Mountain was cleaved in two by a single sword strike, splitting into two halves!
Two dilapidated hillsides, carrying with them a shower of rubble, blood and flesh fragments, and dissipated demonic energy, crashed heavily to either side, slamming into the ground and raising clouds of dust, ultimately becoming ruins.
One sword shatters a mountain!
Seeing his two deadly weapons, which he had poured his lifeblood into forging over several years, being easily broken and shattered by his opponent with a single sword strike, the half-horse fallen man's face turned extremely ugly, ashen white and devoid of any color.
The confidence, arrogance, and wishful thinking in his eyes had completely vanished, leaving only a deep-seated fear and despair.
The Soul-Devouring Candle and the Mountain of Flesh and Blood, these were the mutated treasures he had painstakingly crafted, yet they were so easily defeated, unable to even scratch the surface of the opponent.
The difference is simply too great!
But in this desperate situation, the madness of survival completely overwhelmed his reason. Retreat meant death, while fighting offered a sliver of hope; he had no way out!
"I'm not reconciled!!"
The half-horse fallen one roared madly to the sky, his voice shrill and violent. He suddenly reached into his robes and pulled out a small bottle of beast bone, completely black and filled with viscous, dark red, eerie blood.
The blood in the bottle churned and surged, exuding a strong aura of primal ferocity and depravity.
Without the slightest hesitation, he tilted his head back and gulped down the entire bottle of strange blood!
Gudong!
The viscous, evil blood entered his throat and body, instantly triggering an explosion in all his meridians.
boom!
A surge of violent magical energy exploded within him, dark red blood energy intertwining and surging with pitch-black demonic energy, completely enveloping his body. His size expanded and grew at a visible rate!
The horse's body, which was originally two zhang tall, instantly grew to five zhang, eight zhang, and ten zhang!
The mutated horse's body grew increasingly thick and robust, its limbs' bone spurs grew several feet long, and the exposed flesh proliferated, piled up, and hardened wildly, forming a layer of hard, blood-red demonic armor.
His upper body was bulging with muscles, veins like black dragons coiled around his body, his face was covered with ferocious markings, his pupils were blood red, and his aura of killing intent was overwhelming. His power surged several times over in an instant, forcefully narrowing the size gap with the ancient dragon giant.
As his body swelled, the murderous intent in his eyes became completely insane. His left hand formed a claw and viciously slashed open the flesh of his own chest!
Sizzle—!
A piercing sound of flesh being torn apart rang out as he forcefully ripped open his own chest, revealing a throbbing, dark, and demonic heart.
That heart was no longer ordinary flesh and blood, but the core lifeline that condensed all his corrupt origins, jet black and shiny, covered with blood vessels, throbbing wildly.
Ignoring the excruciating pain, he dug his five fingers deep into the muscles of his heart and pulled them out forcefully!
puff!
He forcibly pulled a bizarre spear, forged entirely from the heart's essence, flesh and blood, and concentrated demonic energy, from his body!
The spear was eight zhang long, its body covered with writhing flesh and fine bone spurs, its tip a dark red and shiny, dripping with black poisonous blood. Every tremor of it exuded a terrifying pressure that devoured souls and spirits.
Wielding his natal flesh and blood demon spear, the half-marten fallen one, whose size had increased dramatically, exuded an aura of power!
"die!!"
With a roar, he stomped his feet, his massive body radiating boundless ferocity, wielding a blood-red demonic spear, transforming into a towering black shadow as he charged fiercely towards Lin Yuan in his ancient dragon form...