Chapter 445: The Martial Immortal's Ultimate Technique, Annihilating the Six Desire Corpse Gods, the

Chapter 445: The Martial Immortal's Ultimate Technique, Annihilating the Six Desire Corpse Gods, the Golden Cicada Appears, and I, the Poor Monk, Await You 【Seeking Monthly Votes】

A terrifying blast reverberated within Ink City, tearing through the air and seemingly slicing through space itself!

The scorching purple flame-clad Qilin, trampling through the void, merged with the fist seal, exuding unparalleled dominance!

Qilin Sealing Seal!

The Martial Immortal's cultivation technique, surpassing the Divine Cultivation, was incredibly challenging to cultivate. Even an average War Saint, upon acquiring the method, would likely struggle to grasp its essence even after half a lifetime.

And even if one managed to enter the initial stages, they would still face immense difficulty in achieving minor success, potentially wasting their entire latter life in vain.

However, Li Che's true killing move was not this Qilin Sealing Seal!

Instead, it was the Primordial Void Slash, empowered by the calamity force, fused with the Thousand Mountains Lone Blade, a Divine Cultivation technique modified from the Thousand Mountains Lone Blade Sect's heritage.

This slash was Li Che's true killing move!

It was with this slash that Li Che dispelled the gloom overshadowing him, tearing through the sky, allowing the sunlight to bathe him, a means to reclaim the light!

This slash, slaying the heart demon!

In Li Che's heart, Ji Mo Li could indeed be considered a heart demon. When Ji Mo Li appeared in the Jin Guang Mansion, accompanied by a Grand Master paying respects, it brought immense pressure to the Jin Guang Sect, and to Li Che as well.

At that moment, Li Che knew that sooner or later, he would confront Ji Mo Li, who stood behind Ji Hai Hui. As expected, during the Temple God's Resonance in the Wicked Temple of the Third Prince, Li Che killed Ji Hai Hui.

Then, Li Che faced the Martial Saint's will, which had been awakened within Ji Hai Hui's bloodline.

It was this confrontation that truly made Li Che feel the power of Ji Mo Li, and it was then that the heart demon took root in his mind.

The primary reason was the immense pressure Ji Mo Li brought upon Li Che. It was merely a weak bloodline power transformed into a Martial Saint's will, yet it almost overwhelmed Li Che, nearly crushing him completely.

Boom—!!!

A sharp blade of light burst forth!

The three-pronged, double-edged sword emitted a dazzling brilliance, its speed was astonishing, as if slicing through space, cutting it open, and causing it to explode!

In an instant, the blade landed on Ji Mo Li's body.

Thousand Mountains Lone Blade!

It was as if traversing a thousand mountains and rivers, an unstoppable force with a single flick of the wrist!

Everything seemed to disappear from Ji Mo Li's perception, annihilated by the overwhelming slash!

Such a slash...

Such a slash!

This was the pinnacle of sword techniques!

Boom—!!!

All the charm and colors faded away, leaving only the terrifying ripples of sword qi, like a heart-shaped circle, landing on Ji Mo Li's inhuman body.

Ji Mo Li's proud defense was rendered useless by this single slash.

The air within Ink City was purged, slamming into the city walls, causing ripples to cascade and hang in the air!

Puchi—!

"Ah—!!!"

The blade landed, and Ji Mo Li finally felt a sense of fear and unease in his soul, as if the influence of the Blood Soul, the Temple of the Heavenly King, and the Six Desire Corpse Gods' will, which had affected him, was now returning to him!

After having his five senses slashed away, he was regaining them.

The continuous sound of shattering filled his ears, the sound of powerful Martial Saint's skin, muscles, and tendons being sliced and exploded, a deafening roar!

Pu—!!!

The cold blade sliced through resilient flesh, the space torn apart by the overwhelming slash, countless turbulent flows like branching twigs, dancing wildly!

Ji Mo Li's body was covered in goosebumps, his soul constantly warning him.

"Li Che!!!"

Ji Mo Li's body was slashed, his six Corpse God eyes bleeding profusely.

The three Temple Gods that had merged with Ji Mo Li's body were thrown into chaos by Li Che's Summoning Deity technique, causing them to detach from his body, and Ji Mo Li's proud state rapidly deteriorated.

And Li Che's burst of killing intent concealed another layer of deadly strategy, catching Ji Mo Li off guard!

The space around Ji Mo Li's body instantly turned to dust!

Ji Mo Li's six rotating magatama eyes fixed on Li Che.

"How can it be you!"

The King of the Netherworld...

It's Li Che...

So, the Netherworld... who does it truly belong to?

Ji Mo Li was perplexed, doubtful, unable to find peace, questioning his very existence.

"It's time for you to depart."

A calm voice emanated from Li Che's mouth as he slashed with his half-moon blade.

The three-pronged, double-edged sword swept out in a perfect crescent shape.

"You deserve to die. I've prepared a lot to kill you, and I've been striving to grow for this moment."

Li Che's face remained composed, and he slashed fiercely!

Kacha!

Bones shattered, muscles torn!

Blood, flesh, and bones scattered!

Countless black blood splattered on Ji Mo Li's back!

The will of the Six Desire Corpse Gods within Ji Mo Li's body roared in extreme anger, but to no avail. Even these six Corpse Gods, having reached the One Calamity One Tribulation realm, provided little assistance to Ji Mo Li.

Or perhaps, these powers were never truly Ji Mo Li's to begin with.

Because the Old Dragon God's One Calamity Two Tribulations cultivation was genuine, attained through his own cultivation.

Ji Mo Li, on the other hand, relied on external means.

Whether it was the power of the Three Great Kings or the strength of the Six Corpse Gods, they were all borrowed powers for Ji Mo Li.

Borrowed power could never perfectly harmonize with the user.

And Li Che was the kind of person who could disrupt the power of the Temple Gods.

With a single Summoning Deity technique, Li Che tore apart the power Ji Mo Li had hung upon, reducing it to dust!

The power within Ji Mo Li's body rapidly dissipated.

Ji Mo Li's eyes cleared, and he let out a long sigh, "My greatest mistake..."

"My biggest error was not immediately taking action when Hai Hui was killed in the Wicked Temple's Temple God Resonance Assembly, allowing you to rise and grow..."

"That day, I made the biggest mistake of my life."

"I've been right my entire life, but that one time, I was wrong."

Ji Maoli's face was filled with regret.

He looked at Li Che.

"Where is the Netherworld... there's only one person, you, Li Che... one person is the Netherworld?"

"The Ox Demon is you, the Horse Face is you, the Divine Monkey is you, the King of Hell is you..."

Ji Maoli had guessed something.

Perhaps, when he saw the face beneath the King of Hell's mask, it was Li Che, and Ji Maoli had already guessed.

But, what good was guessing? In fact, Li Che now had the strength to protect himself in this world.

To kill him, unless it was a two-calamity or three-calamity level Divine Tribulation Cultivator, otherwise, even if a one-calamity three-tribulation realm expert took action, Li Che was fearless, confident that he could easily escape!

Because he had the Chess Saint's Dao Fruit of flying thunder teleportation, and the Painting Immortal's Dao Fruit of Ink City and the Netherworld!

Li Che's face was filled with calm.

He intentionally revealed his face to Ji Maoli, causing his heart to stir with immense waves. Once the waves became violent, mistakes would appear, and Li Che would seize this mistake, instantly killing his opponent and slashing through the darkness!

Rumble—

After being slashed by Li Che, Ji Maoli no longer had the strength to resist.

Li Che held the three-pronged double-bladed saber, his ink-colored robe fluttering, creating a crisp sound, as the saber light raged and crisscrossed, the green light constantly intertwining, like a breeze, yet also like thousands of gusts!

Qian Shan Du Xing's Void-Slicing Saber!

At this moment, the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit in Li Che's chest seemed to be expanding and pulsating in extreme madness, and between the thumping sounds, infinite ripples spread.

Li Che's comprehension of martial arts, at this moment, seemed to have achieved a supreme sublimation.

Was it because he had finally completed the mountain-like task of slashing away the obstacles in his heart for many years, or was it because he had torn apart the sky full of heart demons and dark clouds?

Li Che's comprehension of the Qian Shan Du Xing's Void-Slicing Saber, at this moment, seemed to be rapidly rising to a new height!

Slash!

Slash!

Slash!!!

Li Che's eyes seemed to have entered a supreme state of clarity, his blood and energy erupting wildly, the golden blood and energy resembling a raging sea, a ten-thousand-foot deep pool of energy, and a ten-thousand-foot tall mountain of martial arts, an impossible-to-climb phenomenon appeared!

The speed of his saber slashes became faster and faster!

Even...

Fast enough to slash through space with just the speed of the saber's swing!

It seemed as if he had truly grasped the essence of the Void-Slicing Saber!

In Li Che's perception, Divine Seed martial arts were still connected to true intent, and when it came to Immortal Seed martial arts, like the Golden Deer Sealing Seal, had reached a higher level, a unique comprehension of the essence of martial arts.

At this moment, he had comprehended the essence of the Void-Slicing Saber!

Plop—

Ji Maoli, after being slashed by Li Che, could no longer keep up with the speed.

He only felt that there seemed to be an endless storm of roars before him, like a mythical storm-controlling deity, sweeping out terrifying waves!

Ji Maoli gave up.

His body was slashed by countless saber lights, as if... a thousand cuts!

His consciousness was completely extinguished!

Completely vanished between heaven and earth!

Six Corpse Gods burst out from his body, transforming into six distorted figures, their bodies containing the souls of countless people, the souls of the dead they had devoured.

Undoubtedly, these souls were the ones Ji Maoli had fed to the Corpse Gods over the years.

It was Ji Maoli's assistance that allowed the Corpse Gods to grow and become as powerful as they were today.

Li Che's gaze was cold and fierce, surrounded by golden smoke.

The three-pronged double-bladed saber trembled, bursting out with the most brilliant saber cry!

Slash!

Slash again!

The Six Desire Corpse Gods?

In front of him, they turned to ashes!

Slash until they were ashes!

Boom—!!

The six Corpse Gods also roared, but they were shredded by Li Che's terrifying Qian Shan Du Xing's Void-Slicing Saber technique!

Rumble—!!!

The terrifying green light, with Ji Maoli's position at the center, burst out towards the Ink City behind him, like a shockwave, fiercely crushing everything in its path. Ji Maoli's Ink City, presented a fan-shaped collapse, countless buildings reduced to fine dust and debris...

The terrifying saber light raged and crisscrossed, the surging airflow pushing forward, transforming into howling winds, scattering and cleansing the entire city of its dust!

Silence, complete silence.

The entire Ink City seemed to have become a desolate zone.

After two breaths.

Whoosh—

The buildings of Ink City, shattered by Li Che's slashes, finally attracted the attention of the Ink Rain. Whooshing torrential rain, filled with anger and roars, swiftly descended upon the human realm, washing and cleansing the entire city.

Li Che stood in his original position, his black and robust hair wildly flailing.

His chest heaved violently, the golden energy and blood surging, enveloping his entire being.

The black and white divided King of Hell mask once again covered his face, his aura becoming mysterious and profound.

Shattering the King of Hell mask was originally a strategy to disturb Ji Maoli's mind, a slightly dirty tactic.

Now, with the strategy successful, Li Che naturally put the mask back on.

On the ground, Ji Maoli's body had long been slashed into fine dust-like debris.

The six Six Desire Corpse Gods were also shredded by Li Che, their ugly and twisted bodies, turning into pools of blood on the ground.

Above the Six Desire Corpse Gods, six seals appeared, they were... the Corpse God Seals!

A total of six, spinning rapidly, releasing an incredibly pure and powerful Six Desire Divine Will.

Even faintly, there seemed to be Buddhist light intertwining within the six seals.

Li Che's gaze fell upon the six Corpse God Seals, slowly narrowing his eyes.

His five fingers spread out, like five divine spears, reaching towards the seals.

These seals... contained the essence of evil.

Hum—

The cold and serene Buddhist light suddenly burst forth, like poisonous snakes, swiftly wrapping around Li Che's hand.

But, Li Che's grabbing action suddenly changed, transforming into a domineering fist that pressed down, the energy roaring, and the six seals were instantly knocked away.

Buzz—

The six seals shone with light, slowly forming an image of a Buddhist monk.

Illusory and vague, but those eyes, seemed to cross time and space, gazing at Li Che, seeing the King of Hell mask on his face, as if the Buddhist light wanted to reveal his true face beneath the mask.

However, the mysterious aura of the heavenly chessboard allowed Li Che's aura to become enigmatic.

The gaze from those eyes seemed to be unable to see through the aura surrounding Li Che.

However, a slight tremor emanated from Li Che's right arm, followed by a resounding clang that continued without end, like the sound of a temple bell being struck at the summit of a snowy mountain, facing an avalanche.

The Willful Golden Iron Staff seemed to sense something amiss, and it began to shake intensely.

The monk's robes fluttered like flames, and under the illumination of the six Corpse God Seals, it was as if a blazing fire was burning without cease.

"Amitabha..."

"Ji Mo Li is dead."

"What a pity..."

A tone of compassion seemed to spread, as if countless ancient Buddhas were chanting in unison.

Li Che's gaze swept over the false monk's shadowy figure.

Where is the pity in that? It's a pity... that there's no more Ji Mo Li, and no one else will gather blood souls by slaughtering cities.

"You're the bald donkey?"

A hoarse voice echoed from beneath the mask of the Netherworld King.

Li Che's gaze penetrated the mask, revealing an icy coldness.

This bald donkey might be the true mastermind behind the Corpse God Sect!

Ji Mo Li merely collaborated with the Corpse God Sect.

The monk's face was blurry, but his eyes were distinct. The flames gradually converged, slowly forming a divine pattern.

"It's not that I bewitched him, but Ji Mo Li had ambitions in his heart, so he revered his true nature and acted accordingly."

"I merely taught him the method, instructed him on the path to rise."

"He wanted to rise, to stand at the pinnacle, to change dynasties. He had ambitions, and I admired him, so I fulfilled his wishes."

The monk's tone remained compassionate.

Suddenly, the monk's gaze fell on Li Che's arm, as if sensing the tremor of the Willful Golden Iron Staff...

The blurry monk's figure smiled, and the laughter was clearly felt.

"Qi Tian... It's been a long time."

A soft laughter, yet it was hard to discern any joy.

"In the Netherworld... Cause and effect are predetermined. Since you've slain Ji Mo Li, the collection of blood souls won't disappear. It will only transfer from one person to another."

"By slaying Ji Mo Li, you've accepted the cause, and the result is that you must bear it..."

"Humans, in the end, will always yearn for power. Even the most powerful will have a day when they crave for strength. For power is boundless and limitless!"

"Amitabha... I await you."

"Qi Tian, Qi Tian..."

"You and I will meet soon."

The monk's smile faded, and his gaze shifted to the distant figure standing atop the city wall, Xi Xi.

"The daughter of Hell Lotus..."

"You can't hide for long either."

"I also await you."

Boom—

The golden flames in the monk's eyes finally solidified.

They transformed into two divine patterns...

Golden Cicada Patterns!

Beneath the cicada patterns, their gazes locked onto Li Che.

"Amitabha, benefactor, remember my dharma name."

"I..."

"Golden Cicada."

In the 6th month of the 19th year of the reign of Emperor Hongwu of the Ming Dynasty!

As the words ended, the six Buddha lights within the Corpse God Seals instantly vanished without a trace.

The monk's Golden Cicada figure completely disappeared.

However, the six Corpse God Seals once again shot towards Li Che at an incredible speed, all aiming for his Niwan Inner Scene.

Li Che clenched his five fingers, intending to suppress these six Corpse God Seals.

Yet, these six Corpse God Seals seemed to turn into mist, losing their true form, leaving only their divine intent.

They struck Li Che's Niwan mudra.

Then...

They didn't penetrate.

Because Li Che's entire body was like golden bones, emitting a dazzling golden glow.

Martial Immortal Golden Body!

Flawless and Perfect!

These Corpse God Seals were directly blocked by the Martial Immortal Golden Body.

It seemed a bit awkward.

Li Che's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and as his mind moved, the Heavenly Chessboard descended with a boom, suppressing the six Corpse God Seals within the Heavenly Chessboard.

Within the Niwan Inner Scene, the Six Desires Lu Xuan Sword Immortal Embryo was pulsating, releasing a strong desire.

The Six Desires Corpse God Seals... If the death and corpse auras were washed away, it would be suitable for the transformation and breakthrough of the Six Desires Lu Xuan Sword Immortal Embryo.

Li Che had previously borrowed the power of the Corpse God Seals to enhance his strength numerous times.

Therefore, Li Che did not disperse these six Corpse God Seals representing the Six Desires.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The wind howled, and the ink rain poured.

This battle finally came to an end.

The Netherworld King stood in his original position, his gaze icy cold.

On the city wall, Xi Xi's face was filled with excitement, almost bursting with joy!

She had just witnessed such a powerful and fierce battle! A battle of this caliber made Xi Xi's eyes sparkle with admiration.

However, Xi Xi didn't see the moment when the Netherworld King's mask shattered, revealing his true face, but she didn't mind.

As for the monk's figure woven from the intersecting lights of the six Corpse God Seals, it made Xi Xi's heart fill with disgust.

That disgust seemed to emanate from her soul.

"Big sister, do you hate this bald donkey?"

Xi Xi tilted her head.

Then, she clenched her little fist and straightened her small body, "Rest assured, after Xi Xi becomes more robust, I'll help you kill him!"

"Heh."

A soft laughter seemed to echo in her mind.

Xi Xi's eyes lit up!

Hey!

Big sister, you heard that, didn't you!

...

...

Li Che didn't pay attention to Xi Xi's playful actions.

His five fingers spread apart, and in an instant, the air emitted a powerful blast.

A black Hell Lotus Heaven Thread flew swiftly towards Li Che.

Grabbing the Hell Lotus Heaven Thread, a formidable aura surged from within, as if countless blood souls were washing and refining it, transforming it.

Li Che's eyebrows furrowed beneath his mask.

"This Ji Mo Li... To master this Hell Lotus Heaven Thread, he actually slaughtered an entire city?! Using the blood souls of an entire city to refine this divine weapon?!"

Li Che's tone was grim.

Through the Hell Lotus Heaven Thread, Li Che saw too many scenes, including the slaughter of an entire city, rivers of blood, mountains of corpses...

Cruel beyond measure!

The Hell Lotus Heaven Thread trembled slightly.

Through the Hell Lotus Heaven Thread, Li Che witnessed that after this divine weapon fell into the hands of the Corpse God Sect, it naturally ended up in Ji Mo Li's hands, and was then immersed in the blood pool for refinement.

(End of Chapter)

Even without seeing it with his own eyes, Li Che could clearly sense the anger and grievance of the Indestructible Hell Lotus Heaven Thread!

It had never felt so aggrieved before!

Li Che exhaled, and with a flick of his finger, the Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame ignited, burning and distorting the purple Tribulation Fire. It began to incinerate the Heaven Thread.

Within the Dantian, a series of explosions resounded.

The Seven Orifices Clear Mind also started to vibrate rapidly, and a circle of pure spiritual energy merged within the purple flames, rushing down.

It began to cleanse the Heaven Thread of the Blood Soul power.

Hissing sounds filled the air.

Countless black smoke rose, swirling in Ink City.

It was as if countless wailing cries and mournful roars echoed through the city.

Countless spirits swirled like a storm, unceasing.

The wind blew, carrying away the faint cries of the spirits.

The blackness on the Heaven Thread gradually faded, and the surging evil weakened.

Finally, the Heaven Thread turned completely red, fluttering like a crimson dragon.

Li Che exhaled lightly, and with a grasp of his hand, he caught the Heaven Thread, its slippery texture like a swimming fish. Li Che couldn't help but smile.

Instantly, he threw it towards the direction where Xi Xi was.

Xi Xi stood on the city wall, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Wow!"

She exclaimed in delight.

Then, the Hell Lotus Wind Wheel under her feet, the Purple Flame Spear in her hand, and the Divine Brick in her other hand, all automatically appeared, emitting a powerful divine aura...

Drawing the Indestructible Hell Lotus Heaven Thread towards her!

In an instant, the Heaven Thread wrapped around Xi Xi, as if it had been refined by Xi Xi herself.

The Heaven Thread seemed to have gained sentience, like a lively little snake, turning into a red waist belt and coiling around Xi Xi's waist, even tying itself into a butterfly knot.

Xi Xi felt an itch, as if the Heaven Thread was scratching her.

Li Che glanced at Xi Xi on the city wall, and instead of continuing to refine the remaining three divine artifacts after the death of Ji Mo Li, he exchanged identities with the Hellhound.

Then, holding Xi Xi's hand, they left Ink City.

...

...

The wind howled.

The rain stopped, and the world became quiet and cold.

Luo Yun City was half-ruined, with its walls almost completely collapsed, leaving no intact sections in sight.

As the strong wind blew, only silence remained within and outside the city.

When Li Che and Xi Xi left Ink City and returned to the mortal world, the terrifying thunder roared in the sky, and blood-red rain poured down, an ominous sign of a fallen Tribulation.

The survivors of Luo Yun City looked up in bewilderment.

Even among them were cultivators who didn't quite understand the strange phenomenon in the sky and what it meant.

After all, witnessing the fall of a Tribulation cultivator was an extremely rare sight, one that most cultivators might never experience in their entire lives.

Meanwhile, cultivators from the surrounding areas of Jiangnan, sensing the intense battle atmosphere, hurried towards Luo Yun City.

They were all stunned, their hair standing on end...

A Tribulation cultivator had fallen!

A Tribulation cultivator had actually fallen...

Who had fallen? Was it the Grand Master of the Jiangnan Academy? Or was it the ancient ancestor of the Fang family, one of the great ancient families of Jiangnan?

But as some of them gazed at the countless fallen Black Armor Guards, they guessed... The fallen Tribulation cultivator might have been Ji Mo Li!

Xi Xi felt a moment of dizziness, and when she turned to look, she saw Li Che holding her hand.

So, it wasn't a dream!

"Daddy!"

Xi Xi hugged Li Che, pouting.

Li Che rubbed Xi Xi's head.

Suddenly, Xi Xi seemed to remember something, and she quickly opened her eyes, pulling Li Che's hand and running towards the distant deep pit.

"Daddy, hurry! Yun'e and Zhou Peng!"

Xi Xi's face was filled with anxiety.

...

...

The wind blew through the forest, carrying a chill.

The rain, mixed with snowflakes, gently fell, bringing a hint of coldness.

Two large pits exploded in the forest.

Within the deep pits, smoke rose, and divine energy spread...

Zhou Peng underwent a complete Temple God transformation, his face becoming fat and ears growing large. He slowly opened his eyes, and just this action caused him immense pain.

His entire body was covered in fine cracks.

He didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

The Temple God power was completely exhausted, and he knew that this life had reached its end.

This reincarnation had ultimately failed.

He snorted with a laugh.

Suddenly, he thought of something, his eyes rolling towards the other deep pit.

There, another deep pit lay, and because of the depression, Zhou Peng couldn't clearly see how Yun'e was doing.

A look of pain and panic appeared on Zhou Peng's ugly face.

Covered in cracks, he forced himself to move, tearing his body apart.

Blood dripped down.

He began to crawl towards the other deep pit, leaving red bloodstains on the ground.

The rain hit his face, making it harder for him to open his eyes.

But Zhou Peng, amidst the tearing pain, continued to crawl.

Finally, he reached the edge of the deep pit and looked into the other pit.

He saw Yun'e lying quietly in the pit, motionless, as if enveloped by the pure moonlight.

A rare look of gentleness appeared on Zhou Peng's ugly face.

He smiled crookedly.

He flipped over and rolled into the deep pit.

Covered in mud, he looked filthy and disheveled.

Finally, he reached Yun'e's side and lay motionless, as if devoid of breath.

But after a long time...

Zhou Peng slowly and tremblingly reached out his hand.

He gently grabbed one of Yun'e's fingers, which had lost all its blood color.

A low voice echoed in satisfaction within the deep pit, and then, silence returned.

"Hehe..."

"This life..."

"I've caught you."

(End)

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