Chapter 266 Shushan Killing Formation

The moment the bloody massacre erupted, the entire area surrounding the Golden Summit of Mount Emei resembled a cauldron of hell that had been suddenly overturned.

The first to crash into the edge of the sword energy vortex were the massive, armored demon guards at the very front of the demon race.

Relying on their black-gold scales evolved from devouring alloys, they stubbornly charged forward despite the remaining sword energy, their massive bodies resembling moving steel walls. But before they could even squeeze through the entrance, dozens of sword lights whistled down from mid-air, slashing fiercely at the necks and joints of the first few demon guards.

puff!

Sparks and blood exploded simultaneously.

Half of the head of an armored demon guard was shaved off on the spot. Before the massive corpse could fall, it was knocked over by its own kind and the human convoy that rushed up from behind, and rolled into the edge of the crevice with a crash.

"Suppress it! Don't let these beasts block the entrance!"

In mid-air, a high-level cultivator from the Green Zone roared, his flying sword trembled, and he swooped down like an eagle, his magic sword unleashing several blazing white sword beams, tearing a bloody gash right in front of the demon tide.

At the foot of the mountain, Old Ding was already in a bloodthirsty frenzy.

He kicked off the armored vehicle and leaped high into the air, his high-frequency vibrating blade emitting a piercing buzz as he slashed down at a charging wolf.

Click!

He cleaved the second-tier demon wolf's hard skull, along with half of its shoulder, in two, splattering Old Ding's face with foul-smelling demon blood. Without even blinking, he grabbed the wolf's corpse and used it as a human shield, bracing himself against the flying rocks and claws as he continued his charge toward the crevice.

"Armored vehicle, don't stop! Ram it in!"

With his roar, the most elite armored squads in the Yellow Zone, like rows of steel nails, drove hard into the chaotic battle zone at the edge of the entrance.

The entrance is too narrow.

The hundred-meter-wide vortex of sword energy seemed as narrow as a funnel to the beings outside, their eyes bloodshot with the prospect of opportunity and life or death. Everyone wanted to be the first to enter, and no one was willing to take a single step back. As a result, the humans and demons at the front were practically being forced in by the dense torrent of people behind them.

Orthodox cultivators swooping down on flying swords, Yellow Zone hunters pushing forward with exoskeletons, and armored demon guards roaring as they charge forward...

The three torrents collided violently at that moment.

There were no battle formations, no rules, only the most primitive looting and killing.

Just as a cultivator from the Green Zone lowered his sword from the sky, he was struck by the barrage of fire from a psionic heavy machine gun fired from the ground, which hit his protective spiritual shield. He let out a muffled groan, his body swayed, and he was directly rammed into the edge of the vortex by a demonic bird that pounced from the side. Instantly, he was torn to pieces by the remaining sword energy.

A heavily armored off-road vehicle leading the charge had just knocked over two demon bulls when its front wheel was grabbed by an armored demon guard. The entire vehicle flipped over and slid toward the crevice, and the hunter inside, who was still roaring and firing, fell into the darkness below along with the vehicle.

In mid-air, hundreds of flying sword streaks continuously surged downwards.

On the ground, the armored torrent in the yellow zone surged forward desperately.

The demons, like a black mudslide, fearlessly rushed into the entrance.

Anyone who is even slightly slower will be engulfed by countless feet, claws, tires, and corpses behind them in the next instant.

In just over ten breaths, the first layer of corpses had already piled up outside the sword energy vortex.

Those who were truly able to charge in through this bloody grinder were the fiercest, toughest, and most insane members of the first batch.

Old Ding was one of them.

He was now covered in blood, his left arm covered in cracked knife marks and demonic blood on its dark red scales. The bio-root on his back shone terrifyingly brightly, with blinding red light spreading from his spine to his limbs, his physical strength pushed to its limit.

He didn't even glance at the hunter to his side whose chest had been ripped open by demonic claws; he just stared intently at the dark vortex that was getting closer and closer.

"Stay close to me!"

With a roar, Old Ding charged through the two intertwined corpses in front of him like a mad bull, plunging into the vortex of sword energy.

A feeling of weightlessness suddenly overwhelmed me.

It was as if I had been dragged from the raging, noisy battlefield into a completely different world.

The sounds of gunfire, roars of beasts, and curses from the outside world were completely cut off the moment one passed through the vortex. In their place came a deathly silence that made one's chest feel heavy, and an ancient, desolate pressure that was almost tangible.

boom! boom! boom!

The first few armored demon guards to fall crashed onto the hard ground like boulders, creating several deep craters. Next came the green zone cultivators who barely managed to regain their footing, and the yellow zone hunters who used their exoskeleton cushioning systems to absorb the impact.

When they finally stood firm and looked up to see this space buried three thousand meters underground in Mount Emei, everyone's breath caught in their throat.

too big.

This is not some ordinary underground ruin at all, but rather an ancient city and battlefield buried by time.

The dome overhead was so high it seemed to have no end, and the surrounding rock walls, like a dark curtain, enclosed the entire underground space, forming an enormous tomb. Directly in front was a cracked white marble plaza. At the end of the plaza, a magnificent hall had collapsed more than halfway, its broken walls and ruins marked with charred traces, as if it had suffered some kind of devastating bombardment long ago.

Several thick bronze dragon pillars, each so thick that it would take ten people to encircle them, were forcibly severed, and the lingering scorching smell at the broken ends has not yet dissipated.

What truly sent chills down everyone's spine was the towering black stone sword monument, hundreds of feet tall, located right in the center of the square.

[Shushan Sect]

The three ancient seal characters, as if written with sword blades and blood, still exude a piercingly lofty and tragic aura across millions of years.

Looking around, the square, cracks, ruins, and even the four walls and rocks were densely covered with countless broken flying swords.

Some were just half a blade, some only a hilt remained, some were rusted and full of chips, as if they had long since rotted into scrap metal. But all of them had large patches of dark red and black bloodstains on them.

Blood and swords transformed the entire underground space into a true sword tomb.

"there!"

I don't know who shouted it first.

Beneath the Black Stone Sword Stele, several jade slips, radiating a lustrous glow, floated silently in mid-air. In this desolate, decaying ancient battlefield, filled with the aura of broken soldiers and corpses, the spiritual light flowing from those jade slips seemed to belong to another world.

That's no ordinary treasure.

That is inheritance.

It is an ancient heritage that can truly elevate one to the highest level in one step!

In that instant, the three vanguards who had just been fighting to the death at the entrance almost simultaneously forgot the pain, forgot death, and forgot that this was a place where people could be eaten.

"Get out of my way! That belongs to me!"

One of the Golden Core cultivators from the Green Zone couldn't hold back any longer. He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence. The flying sword beneath his feet shone brightly, transforming into a long rainbow that rushed straight towards the sword monument.

"roar--!"

On the other side, the Long-Armed Ape King also let out a ferocious roar. Its massive body, thirty meters tall, leaped up and crashed into the center of the square like a black meteorite wrapped in demonic fire. Several yellow zone hunters who were unable to dodge in time were trampled into mincemeat before they could even scream.

At that moment, Old Ding gritted his teeth and rushed out.

It's not that he's not afraid of death.

Rather, he knew all too well that in a place like this, if he backed down, his life would no longer be his own.

Hundreds of vanguards from the three forces rushed towards the depths of the sword monument almost simultaneously.

But just as that Golden Core cultivator rushed into the center of the plaza, less than thirty meters from the jade slip—

hum.

A very deep sword cry suddenly rang out from a crack in the rock.

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to shake the very depths of everyone's consciousness.

The next moment, a second sound, a third sound, a fourth sound...

As if completely awakened by that first sword cry, the thousands upon thousands of broken swords that had been silent for countless years in the entire underground space began to tremble simultaneously.

rustling-

Large patches of rust peeled off the sword.

Those dried and blackened bloodstains gradually regained their dark red luster.

A desolate, violent, and almost suffocating killing intent surged into the sky in an instant!

"What's going on?!"

"My sword is out of control!"

In mid-air, the cultivators from the green zone were the first to change color.

The modern-standard flying swords beneath their feet seemed to sense some kind of suppression, beginning to tremble and wail wildly. Some even broke free from their divine control, crashing to the ground with a thud, their spiritual light extinguished.

Faced with the will of this ancient sword tomb, these mass-produced flying swords were like a pile of useless scrap metal, unable to even maintain the most basic ability to fly.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly! This is a killing formation!"

The Golden Core cultivator at the very front finally changed his expression and desperately tried to change direction.

But it was too late.

Clang—!!!

A chorus of swords rang out.

Tens of thousands of broken swords rose from the ground at the same time!

There are no fancy spells, no dazzling sword techniques, only the purest, most direct, and most ancient killing intent.

Those broken, fragmented, and rusted ancient swords instantly converged in mid-air into a torrent of steel and dark red malevolent energy, like a giant steel dragon awakened from the earth, swirling and roaring above the entire white marble square.

At this moment, everyone finally realized what was happening.

Any living creature that enters this place and possesses foreign energy will be considered an enemy.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

Broken swords rained down from the sky like a torrential downpour.

"Oh shit……"

Old Ding staggered to his feet, yanked the broken sword out of his shoulder, and blood immediately streamed down his arm. His mouth twitched in pain, but his bloodshot eyes remained fixed on the jade slips floating below the sword monument.

At this moment, the vast majority of the surviving humans and demons have been thoroughly awakened by the dangers of this sword tomb.

While those jade slips were undoubtedly the most crucial part of the inheritance, the center of the plaza where the sword monument stood was clearly the most dangerous place in the entire Shu Mountain Sword Tomb. Taking another step forward might not yield any opportunity; it would more like willingly courting death. Rather than continuing to risk their lives to fill that killing array, most people instinctively turned their gaze to the broken halls, stone corridors, remnants of the array, and the depths of the ruins on both sides of the plaza.

Things left behind by Shushan are also buried there.

It may not be as valuable as the core inheritance, but it is more likely to be obtained while still alive.

As a result, more and more survivors began to retreat and disperse, no longer staring intently at the area directly below the sword monument, but instead turning their heads to rush towards the unexplored areas around them.

Only a very small number of people who are truly blinded by greed are still unwilling to give up.

Old Ding was one of them.

He wiped the blood from his face, said no more, and then suddenly waved his hand at the few Yellow Zone hunters who were still standing there in a daze.

"Those who want to live, find somewhere to crawl! Those who want to turn their lives around, follow me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bio-engineered spiritual root on his back suddenly overloaded, and a blazing red light shone all the way up his spine, emitting billowing white steam.

He didn't charge straight in.

Instead, it suddenly lowered its body, hugging the blind spots among the broken pillars, beast corpses, and shattered stone tablets, and rushed towards the sword tablet. Its movements were clumsy, yet terrifyingly precise; every step seemed to be an instinct honed through countless trials by fire.

As a barrage of swords swept across, he rolled right behind a broken bronze dragon pillar.

boom!

Dozens of broken swords were driven into the pillar, sparks flying everywhere.

Taking advantage of this brief opening, Lao Ding pounced again.

Seeing this, the few hunters from the Yellow Zone who had been terrified by the sword formation struggled violently for a moment before finally splitting into two groups. Only a handful of them, driven to madness by Old Ding's provocation, gritted their teeth and followed him towards the sword monument; the majority quickly turned around and rushed towards the side halls and ruins at the edge of the square, hoping to find a way to survive elsewhere.

On the other side, the green zone cultivators who had miraculously survived exchanged glances and quickly made their judgments. Only a few who were extremely confident in their abilities or were unwilling to give up their core inheritance chose to make another hand seal and charge forward; the majority of the others decisively dispersed, rushing towards the buildings and remnants of the array surrounding the plaza.

The Long-Armed Ape King did not retreat.

It was the backbone of this demon army, and one of the strongest auras present. If even it turned to give way, the ferocity the demons had just displayed would instantly dissipate by more than half. Moreover, the ancient aura flowing beneath those jade slips held an almost fatal allure for a third-tier demon king like it.

"roar--!"

The Long-Armed Ape King pounded its blood-soaked chest, its dark golden pupils blazing with ferocity. Instead of retreating, it charged forward, its body riddled with bloody holes, once again lunging into the depths of the sword monument. Most of its demon guards, though terrified by the sword formation, could only continue to advance under its roar, with only a few instinctively scattering into the surrounding ruins to search for other opportunities.

Fear ultimately suppressed the greed of the vast majority of people.

But for the few truly madmen who refuse to turn back, the path to changing their fate is still right in front of them.

In mid-air, Wan Jian turned around again.

On the ground, most of the surviving humans and demons had scattered and rushed towards other areas of this underground sword tomb; only a very few still unwilling to give up continued to rush deeper into the sword monument, stepping over their companions and corpses.

This is not a treasure hunt.

This is gambling with your life, betting on whether you will be the last person alive to touch the legacy.

The next instant, the second round of sword rain crashed down.