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Chapter 6083 One Sword Kills Nine Levels
“There’s no way to avoid it.”
The white-haired old man grinned evilly, “Within the range of the Holy Mountain, no matter where you run, you cannot escape the detection range of the formation.”
David suddenly stopped.
He stopped running and turned to face the bloody palm print.
“Who said I was going to run away?”
With the Dragon Slayer Sword held upright in front of his chest, David closed his eyes.
Inside his body, the chaotic Dao seed spun wildly, the golden dragon bloodline boiled, and the Underworld Qi circulated.
Under the influence of the harmonization of the Yin-Yang Return to Origin Technique, the three forces began to merge.
Chaos is the foundation, the golden dragon is Yang, and the underworld is Yin.
These three elements come back together, which can break all laws.
“cut.”
David opened his eyes and launched a sword attack.
There was no dazzling sword light, no terrifying aura.
Only a simple and plain gray sword light, as thin as a hair, floated silently towards the blood-red palm print.
The white-haired old man didn’t take it seriously at first, but a second later, his expression changed drastically.
As the grey sword light touched the blood-red palm print, the palm print began to dissolve!
It didn’t shatter, but rather melted, like ice and snow meeting fire, quickly crumbling to pieces.
The vengeful spirit in the palm let out a shrill scream and vanished into blue smoke.
The grey sword light continued to advance relentlessly, piercing through the palm print and shooting straight towards the white-haired old man.
“impossible!”
The white-haired old man was terrified and hurriedly summoned all his protective magic treasures.
Golden shields, jade talismans, blood-red banners… seven or eight top-grade defensive magical artifacts lit up simultaneously, forming layers of barriers in front of him.
But the gray sword light seemed to ignore him, penetrating layer after layer.
laugh!
The tip of the sword finally broke through the last barrier and plunged into the white-haired old man’s chest.
The white-haired old man stiffened and looked down at his chest.
There were no wounds, no blood stains, but his breathing was rapidly weakening.
“What kind of power is this…?”
He uttered the words with difficulty, and his body began to turn to ash, drifting away in the wind.
One slash of the sword, and he killed a peak ninth-level immortal!
Even though this ninth level of the Immortal Realm was achieved through external forces and was somewhat exaggerated, David’s sword strike was still extremely astonishing!
David sheathed his sword, his face a little pale.
That last sword attack had almost consumed seventy percent of his power.
Although the Unification of the Three Elements is very powerful, this technique also places a great burden on the body.
He didn’t dare to delay, swallowed some recovery pills, and continued flying towards the mountain peak.
Nothing stopped them along the way.
Soon, David reached the top of the mountain.
The top of the mountain was a huge plateau, and in the center of the plateau stood eight blood-red altars, arranged in an octagonal pattern.
Each altar was about ten zhang tall, and intricate patterns were carved on it. Blood flowed within the patterns, emitting a pungent bloody odor.
Between the eight altars, crimson energy connected them, forming a complete array. In the center of the array, a large crimson heart floated, beating rhythmically.
You…you…you…
Each boom made the entire sacred mountain tremble.
Countless blood vessels flow from all directions and converge on the heart.
After the heart absorbed the blood, its beat became stronger, and the aura it emitted became even more terrifying.
David could sense that a terrifying existence was forming within that heart—the residual consciousness of the Ghost Crying Saint, or more precisely, the rudimentary form of a ghost corpse.
Once the heart is fully formed, the ghost corpse will fully awaken and become a killing tool controlled by the temple.
This must be destroyed!
David’s gaze swept across the eight altars, and he quickly locked his gaze on three of them. According to the golden-crowned cultivator, as long as all three altars were destroyed simultaneously, the blood sacrifice formation would be disrupted.
The problem is that the altars are protected by defensive arrays, and the eight altars are interconnected; if one is attacked, the other seven will retaliate simultaneously.
“We have no choice but to break through.”
David chose three altars that were relatively close together, took a deep breath, and prepared to attack all three simultaneously.
But at that moment, a familiar voice was heard.
“David, you really came.”
David turned around and saw Lin Wuchen and Yue Liuli walking out from behind the altar.
Not just them.
From all directions, figures appeared one after another.
There were over thirty Divine Race cultivators, each with a powerful aura. The weakest among them was at the sixth rank of the Upper Immortal Realm, while the strongest elders were at the ninth rank of the Upper Immortal Realm!
They were clearly prepared, just waiting for David to walk right into their trap.
“I didn’t expect you to actually dare to come to the Fourteenth Heaven.”
Lin Wuchen stared at David, a complicated expression flashing across his eyes. “Being defeated by you in the Thirteenth Heaven is a disgrace in my life. Today, I will personally erase this disgrace.”
Yue Liuli replied coldly, “David, you have ruined my temple’s grand plan and killed my temple’s cultivators. Today, you will not leave alive!”
David scanned the crowd, his expression calm: “Just you guys?”
“Arrogant!”
A ninth-rank elder sneered, “David, you are indeed extremely talented and possess astonishing combat prowess. But this is the sacred mountain, reinforced by the Blood Sacrifice Formation, which greatly enhances our strength. And you, alone, how can you possibly survive?”
Another elder spoke up: “David, the Palace Master cherishes talent and will give you one last chance. Join the Temple, hand over the secrets of the Golden Dragon Bloodline and the Power of Chaos, and you might be spared. Otherwise, today is the day you die.”
David laughed: “Recruit me? Then, just like you treated the Ghost Crying Saint, one day you will make me a puppet?”
The elders’ faces became gloomy.
“Stand firm until the end? Then die!”
More than thirty divine cultivators attacked simultaneously.