Chapter 440 No Mercy
I’ve never felt this way before.

It’s like walking from one dream to another. Reality is changing so abruptly and strangely, but it seems to be the way it should be.

Maybe this is also a dream?
Otherwise, why does everything seem like a dream, ever-changing?

In a trance, even himself became so fake, only the Chunjun sword in his hand was real.

In a hell that seemed like endless flames, he walked through the burning scorched earth, holding his head high and moving forward, bathing in the rain of fire that was like tears, but he did not feel any burning pain or uneasiness at all.

It’s like… returning to my hometown.

Even the air, which smelled of ash and brimstone, became sweet.

But is there really air?
Are you really breathing?

Ji Jue does not have any body at all. At this moment, he is just relying on Chunjun’s blessing chain [Superb] to make his soul temporarily separate from his body, turning into a wandering soul and appearing independently.

With his original ability, at best he could only travel within a dozen miles around, adding a haunted legend to Xinquan. But now, under Chunjun’s guidance, the moment his soul left his body, he was directly pulled here by invisible resonance and power.

Moreover, after going deep into the rekindled flames, there was no stagnation or discomfort at all, as if it was supposed to be this way!
From one body to another?
But what is my body now?
The disaster of flame tide?

He was almost amused.

Only when he lowered his head could he see the dark crack on his chest more clearly. Wisps of flame sprouted from the darkness, echoing the infinite flame outside at this moment.

Urging him, pushing him, begging him…

To end everything in sight!
“Please, please… kill me…”

A blurry figure like ash was crawling on the scorched earth, wriggling and struggling, just like a believer in hell meeting the gods, humbly pleading: “I beg you… I beg you…”

It cried out, wailing hoarsely, along with countless souls imprisoned in the flames:
“……mercy.”

“…”

Ji Jue remained silent and closed his eyes.

He said, “I’m sorry.”

I don’t have such a thing as compassion.

At that moment, Chunjun held the sword upside down and stabbed down!
Snapped!
The shadow of ash cracked and exploded, and a few sparks rose up and fell into the crack on Ji Jue’s chest. Suddenly, in the hole, the faint flame rose again.

Like a seed sprouting.

Then, among the countless cries, one cry suddenly stopped, and what was left was a sigh of mixed sadness and joy, as if expressing gratitude.

Thank you.

Ji Jue walked forward indifferently, turning a deaf ear to the next skeleton in the flames, waved his hand, and cut off the head.

the second.

It was as if someone was saying, thank you.

Ji Jue remained unmoved, he raised Chunjun again, swung it, and chopped!
The purest light sprouted from the soul, circulated, and condensed into a spiritual sword that was more powerful than the real thing, and the pure power appeared. Under the transformation of the ascension, will and determination combined with spiritual essence and turned into a weapon!

The Enneagram says that this is the ultimate force, capable of crushing anything hard and tough!

The moment the dazzling sword blade slashed down, the raging scarlet flame was split into two.

Gullies appeared on the scorched earth, and dry bones emerged from the ashes, but were turned into pieces by the rough chopping and sweeping, and were completely annihilated!
Ji Jue raised his left hand and clenched his soul. Suddenly, another dazzling spiritual blade appeared.

The sword is named after me, and I am one with the object.

At this moment, I am Chunjun, and Ji Jue’s spiritual blade is Chunjun blade, so how could it be limited in quantity?

There’s more!
As Ji Jue’s mind moved, a layer of scarlet color immediately wrapped around the Chunjun Blade!
Nine Types·Pan Ying!

The interaction between man and sword is originally a crucial link in the Nine Forms. In the process of the swordsmith sharpening Pan Ying with his spiritual essence, Pan Ying’s evil intentions were gradually subdued and suppressed, and Pan Ying’s ferocity also penetrated into Ji Jue’s spiritual essence, giving it a qualitative change.

At this moment, the spiritual sword under Chunjun’s control, which could change freely, lengthen or shorten as desired, and transform from real to virtual, added a layer of brutality and ferocity!

Even more powerful!

“Don’t worry… I will kill you by any means necessary!”

Just like that, amid countless cries, he moved forward again, using the ferocious swordsmanship passed down by Pan Ying to wield it freely, chopping off all the remaining souls within his sight.

Step by step, he went deeper into the tide and disappeared.

Only the dormant flames gradually expanded, became more violent, and continued to surge!
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At this moment, in the darkness under the deep sea, countless dead ashes were boiling with the sea water, and the scarlet flame that was imprisoned and shackled in the blockade began to expand violently.

It’s like a volcano erupting out of control!
Under the heavy pressure from all directions, the chains formed by the Law of Heaven were also shaking violently, with cracks appearing, and chains were actually breaking away from the flame tide one after another…

It was as if the nail that was originally fixed on it was pulled out by someone!
In just a few minutes, when the eleventh Tianyuan Law loosened, a shocking gap appeared in the originally airtight net.

Flames gushed out and gathered into a beam, breaking through the pressure of the deep sea and layers of barriers, and rushing up to the sky amid countless strange sounds that sounded like crying and laughing.

Shine brightly!

Even in this extremely remote and unpopular sea area like the Wandering Sea, there are layers of illusions hiding and misleading, turning it into a mirage. Who can guarantee that no one will discover such an amazing clue?

At this moment, under the stormy sea, a strange giant ship hovering in the ocean had already become a mess.

The huge control room filled with complicated secret ceremonies was in chaos.

“what happened!”

“Wasn’t it fine just now?”

“The Flame Seed has inexplicably begun to go out of control… The Shadow of the Tower is too far away from the present world, and there is no way to suppress it anymore!”

“Waste! Waste! They are all a bunch of waste!”

The pale-faced leader roared in anger, but then hurried footsteps were heard, the door was pushed open, and the crowd who had rushed in hurriedly filed in.

At the front was a man with skinny body and pale complexion, seemingly frail. However, when his strange double pupils glared around, the entire control room fell silent.

Countless people prostrated themselves on the ground in fear, knelt down and kowtowed, and the person in charge bowed tremblingly and saluted: “Lord Wuyou! The complaint…”

boom!
Lord Wuyou snapped his fingers, and invisible pressure suddenly exploded, instantly knocking the person in charge to the ground, unable to move and almost suffocating.

The sound of shattering continued to be heard, like torture.

Seeing their boss suffer such a misfortune, the subordinates no longer had any thoughts of gloating and were sweating profusely.

“What a bunch of rubbish! I have spent so much energy to gather the four divisions and six sects here to join us in this great event. But after so long, we are still unable to open the rift of even a temple!”

Lord Wuyou was furious and said in a cold voice: “Now even the flame tide is about to get out of control, how on earth are you doing things!”

“It’s none of our business, Lord Wuyou, please understand, please understand!”

The person in charge cried and wailed, dying under the heavy pressure. When he was on the verge of death, he said, “I, I know, it must be the evil demon who is harboring evil intentions! It must be him!
The forcibly revived Flame Tide Disaster was originally incomplete, we can only induce and stimulate it. The Holy Dynasty’s temple is already sealed and solid, how can it be opened by burning for a while? I, I…”

Bang!
Instead of improving the situation, the miserable plea for mercy made everyone present look uglier and uglier.

A cold look flashed across Wuyou Gong’s eyes, and in an instant, the person in charge was completely turned into a pool of meat paste under the pressure of gravity. In the dead silence, no one dared to speak, and they crawled on the ground, trembling.

Only Lord Wuyou looked back indifferently at the man who was half a step behind him and said, “Shehri, you are the messenger of His Excellency the Sower. Do you think what he said is right?”

Behind Lord Wuyou, the man who was covered in a white robe, with even his face and hands wrapped in layers of bandages like a shroud, immediately bowed his head respectfully and said in a hoarse voice: “Lord Wuyou, please understand, my lord would never have such an intention!
Otherwise, I would not have directed you to come all the way here, and appointed me to assist the Holy Dynasty, and summoned the Wulou Temple, Tianxin Society, and Wolf’s Nest to help…

However, the Flame Tide Disaster was an uncontrollable failure. Before the evil demon was born, the Seed of the Abyss had already lost its response, and it was hard to predict what kind of accidents might happen.

My Lord’s move was just to add icing on the cake and save you some effort, so how could it be a sinister one?”

Besides, if there was no disaster of flame tide, what else could be used to pry open the door of the temple? !
Are you going to rely on your incomplete Chixiao that gets used less and less each time?
Oh, is Chi Xiao in your hands? !
Of course, Shehri could only complain in his heart about the following words. He glanced at the pillar of fire that pierced the sky and the earth outside the porthole, and dared not delay any longer, so he reminded:
“Lord Wuyou, time is running out. The only solution now is to increase the number of living sacrifices!”

The other person next to him suddenly changed his expression: “Lord Wuyou, this is not possible! There are not many living sacrifices left. If we use too much now, how can we offer sacrifices to the late emperor after entering the temple?”

“shut up!”

Lord Wuyou reprimanded expressionlessly, “If this continues, I don’t know how many onlookers will be attracted, and how long can the mirage be concealed?

The great plan of the Holy Dynasty’s revival, the result of more than ten years of hard work, must not be ruined! Do you still want me to grovel and bow down to Changle? ! “

“Come here, throw in another 4,000 living sacrifices!”

He stared intently at the flame rising from the deep sea. A hint of blue appeared on his pale face, and his hands clenched behind his back under his robe.

The sower guy!!!
I spent so much, even gave up my three-day honorable position, and all I got in return was such a defective product? !
I can’t take care of it anymore. I can’t fall out with these bastards.

The most urgent task is to rush open the door of the temple in one go!

(End of this chapter)