O43novel Chapter 1937 The White-Clad Warrior Makes His Move, No Regrets Even in Death
Chapter 1937 The White-Clad Warrior Makes His Move, No Regrets Even in Death
Zheng Hongyun's strength has exceeded all expectations!
The entire Saint Venerable Realm of the Myriad Demon Emperor Dynasty mobilized all its forces to launch a joint attack, yet they were still utterly crushed by him without any chance to fight back.
Where sword light flashed, blood and flesh splattered, and the cultivators staggered, their life force rapidly fading away, the shadow of death already looming over the entire world.
Just as their lives hung by a thread, a figure in black robes stepped through the air, the deathly aura surrounding him chilling the heavens and earth.
"Zheng Hongyun, if you don't stop, I will completely open the passage to the Netherworld, let ten thousand ghosts devour the heavens, and bury the entire land!"
The black-robed ghost cultivator's voice was icy and chilling, using the safety of the entire Nine Provinces as a threat.
He knew very well that the Zheng family's massive mobilization in the lower realm was not only for revenge against Zheng Feiyun, but also for the resources of the Nine Provinces.
If he fully opens the passage to the Nine Netherworld, then the entire Nine Provinces will become a paradise for the endless ghosts of the Nine Netherworld. At that time, how will the Zheng family obtain the resources of the Nine Provinces?
"presumptuous!"
Zheng Hongyun flew into a rage, his sword law surged, and the terrifying offensive that had swept over the cultivators suddenly turned around. Thousands of sword energies swept over the area like a locust plague, all pouring towards the black-robed ghost cultivator. He himself transformed into a white rainbow, rushing towards the enemy with earth-shattering power.
This scene of selflessly protecting each other brought tears to the eyes of the cultivators in dire straits, yet they couldn't help but feel a pang of worry for the black-robed ghost cultivator.
To try and withstand the wrath of a half-step Great Sage on one's own is tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock!
"No...Brother!!"
In the distance, a white-clad figure flew out from an ancient demon battle formation, her desperate shouts piercing through the sword's cry, filled with worry and reluctance that almost tore the void apart.
That was the black-clad, black-robed ghost cultivator's most beloved younger sister.
Facing the overwhelming onslaught of sword energy, the black-robed ghost cultivator seemed oblivious. He stood on one foot in the void, his black robes fluttering in the wind, and a huge double-layered millstone suddenly appeared around him. The millstone slowly rotated, flowing with endless ghostly light, and actually managed to block all the fierce attacks of the sword energy. The clanging sounds of the collisions were deafening.
He slowly turned his head to look at the white-clad female cultivator rushing towards him. All the coldness on his face disappeared, replaced by an extremely gentle smile. His voice was as soft as a sigh, yet it clearly reached the ears of the woman in black: "Black Robe, let your brother protect you one last time!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he rapidly formed hand seals, and the ghostly patterns on his fingertips flickered. The entire void trembled violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
"Do not!!"
The man in black, his face streaked with tears and his heart breaking, was about to break through the void and continue forward when suddenly countless complex runes rose up in front of him.
The runes were not confined to a small area; rather, the entire sky in front of her was covered by the power of the runes, and a huge magic array that blotted out the sky slowly appeared, with dark light surging into the heavens, forcefully blocking her path.
All the cultivators were shocked by what they saw.
This magic array was actually formed with the black-robed ghost cultivator at its center, and the power of the laws isolated all other cultivators from it, except for Zheng Hongyun!
"Prime Minister Bai, you mustn't act rashly!!"
Yun Rou stopped her in a deep voice, her eyes filled with anxiety, as if she had guessed Bai Yi's plan.
The man in white slowly withdrew his gaze from his sister, looked at Yun Rou and the other cultivators, a bitter smile on his face, his voice tinged with weariness but unusually firm: "This fiend's strength is beyond our ability to contend with. I am willing to use my crippled body to hold him back."
Please preserve your health and follow the two demon queens into the Void World; perhaps you can still avoid this calamity!
"As long as you can hold out until the Emperor returns, all crises will be resolved!"
He paused, his gaze drifting back towards the direction of the man in black, filled with reluctance and concern: "It's just a pity that the man in white will probably never be able to assist the Emperor alongside you all again."
But I have no regrets.
Please take good care of my sister!
As soon as he finished speaking, the man in white waved his hand, and an ancient tower made of white bones suddenly flew out. The tower was covered with strange ghost patterns. In an instant, endless black ghost mist surged out of the tower, rushing towards all parts of the magic array like a tide, dyeing the entire void black.
"Gentlemen of the Soul Palace, I, Baiyi, have failed you all. I beg you all to be buried with me this time!"
"I would die without regret!!"
The man in white gave a low shout that shook the universe.
A bead, entirely black yet radiating a golden, sinister light, appeared out of thin air before him. The terrifying yin energy contained within the bead nearly froze his soul.
Without the slightest hesitation, he tilted his head back and swallowed the bead.
boom--!
The next moment, the man in white unleashed an unprecedentedly powerful aura, and a thick black beam of light shot straight into the sky, scattering the clouds.
His cultivation level skyrocketed, soaring from the Saint Emperor Realm all the way up, crashing hard against the barrier of the Saint Venerable Realm, and he had already stepped halfway into the Saint Venerable Realm!
"The struggle of ants is ultimately futile."
A cold voice rang out without warning from behind the man in white. Zheng Hongyun's figure appeared like a ghost, his long sword gleaming coldly, carrying the sword law that could cut through everything, and he cleaved straight for the man in white's head.
"You, a ghost cultivator who has not yet stepped into the Saint Venerable Realm, dare to be presumptuous in front of me?"
Death is your final destination!
"boom!"
At the critical moment, the ancient white bone tower crashed down, protecting the white-clad figure.
"when--!!"
After the earth-shattering roar, the Witch God Tower, though not shattered, trembled violently, and the ghostly patterns on its body dimmed considerably, clearly indicating that it had withstood a tremendous impact.
"Another ancient treasure?"
Zheng Hongyun frowned slightly, then a greedy sneer appeared on his lips, "You ants are really rich!"
Perfect! Slaughter you all, and all the treasures will belong to my Zheng family!
So many ancient treasures in your hands are nothing but pearls covered in dust. Their true owners should be the cultivators of my Zheng family!
It seems that my decision to descend to the mortal realm this time was truly a wise one!
After saying that, Zheng Hongyun moved his long sword again, slashing at the Witch God Tower one sword after another.
What appears to be an ordinary slash contains terrifying sword principles in every strike, and even more profound divine powers are hidden within.
With just a few sword strikes, the precious light on the Witch God Tower dimmed by more than half, and the ghostly aura on the white-robed figure inside the tower dissipated with each impact, making his aura increasingly weak.
In the massive city below the battlefield, atop the tallest tower, a gaunt middle-aged cultivator silently formed the final magic seal.
His face was pale, and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth. Without hesitation, he spat out a mouthful of blood essence and merged it into the magic seal. Then, he activated all his magic power and slammed the magic seal into the huge magic array in the sky.
After doing all this, the middle-aged cultivator swayed slightly, sat cross-legged on the top of the tower, looked up at the shaky Witch God Tower in the sky, and said in a hoarse but firm voice: "Brother in white, I will live up to your trust. This magic seal will be integrated into the magic array and will definitely help you successfully activate the Netherworld Array!"
If this calamity can save the Nine Provinces from destruction, all the people of the Nine Provinces will forever remember everything you have done today!
As soon as he finished speaking, the magic array in the sky suddenly burst into a burst of dark light, and terrifying power swept in all directions, as if to confirm his words.
From the half-open portal to the Netherworld in the distance, endless eerie ghostly energy was frantically pulled in by the power of the magic array, merging into the array like rivers flowing into the sea, making its power even more terrifying.
"Gentlemen, let us fight to the death alongside those in white!"
"May you protect all living beings across the land!!"