0p0 Chapter 440: 1 move, destroying the bone saint
Chapter 440: 1 move, destroying the bone saint
Indra stood in the void, his eyes as sharp as lightning, piercing through the fog in front of him and seeing the scene billions of miles away.
Ahead is a vast and boundless battlefield.
On the battlefield, broken coffins were everywhere, bloody trees were towering, and there were countless broken ships, corpses, and meteorites floating in the air, creating a doomsday scene of destruction.
However, above these endless ruins, countless golden lights emerged, like stardust blown away by the wind, forming blurry pictures in the air.
There are huge stone gates, kneeling demon generals, phantoms of mythical beasts, and all kinds of magical treasures...
Danger and opportunity coexist!
This is the real primordial battlefield. Any soldier there has the strength of an Immortal King, and there are more emperors and quasi-saints.
That is the pinnacle stage of the entire Hongmeng, with billions of universes and countless powerful people fighting together against the coming of doomsday.
Indra thought for a moment and finally decided not to enter the Taichu battlefield for the time being. His figure flashed and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into nothingness.
This was too much consumption, and 30% of his divine power was consumed. If he entered the Taichu battlefield, he would be exhausted in less than half a month.
Let’s go back first and see if we can find a way to replenish our divine power—just because the ancient battlefield doesn’t work doesn’t mean the Heaven Beyond Heaven won’t work either.
It has been more than a month since he entered the ancient battlefield, and he has a pretty good understanding of the situation in the heavens. It is time to go to the heaven beyond the sky to take a look.
Besides, his military exploits were almost enough.
In this battle, he killed five saints and a thousand demon soldiers, and he has reached the basic requirements to enter the War God Tower...
"Once the Blue Sky Fortress is stable, I will go to the Heavenly World to bring Xiaozhen back, and then go to the God Realm... the God of War Tower..."
Indra has already planned the journey ahead.
When he returned to the Blue Sky Fortress, the battle between the two sides was still going on, and it seemed that the demons still had the upper hand.
"It's time to end this battle!"
Emperor Shitian murmured.
Afterwards, he gathered his divine power, extended his sword finger, and thousands of long swords flew into the sky, turning into a rain of swords and rushing towards the battlefield.
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"
This move was once a unique skill in the mortal world. If it were used against a saint, it would not pose much of a threat.
But for ordinary demons, this move is an irresistible killing move, and it is a large-scale killing move.
Tens of thousands of swords were fired at the same time, flying across the battlefield. No matter whether it was the Demon Emperor or the Demon King in front, they could not resist and were pierced through.
In a short moment, countless demons were killed and wounded, and countless demon corpses filled the battlefield, and their blood dyed the earth ink-black.
With one move, he killed hundreds of millions of demons. Emperor Shitian did not stop. He pointed his sword again, and thousands of swords turned into one sword, stabbing towards the endless sky.
"puff!"
A demon shadow spitted blood from its mouth and fell from the sky, hitting the earth like a meteorite, leaving a bottomless pit on the ground.
Another saint has fallen!
That was Bone Ancestor, one of the eight dark saints. They were fighting a life-and-death battle with the seven saints of the human race and were highly concentrated.
Unexpectedly, Indra would make a move in secret and kill a saint with one sword.
This scene made everyone realize the fighting power of Emperor Shitian again. They were all shocked and their eyes were filled with disbelief.
Saints are immortal, and this is not just talk.
Even though the seven saints of the human race have lived for countless years, it is rare for them to kill a saint.
Once upon a time, the seven saints joined forces and tried their best, but they could only seal the Demon Ancestor in the Netherworld, and they themselves were seriously injured and have been sleeping ever since.
"Master of Tianmen, you are so capable!"
"Tianzun is really powerful!"
"The realm of the Heavenly Venerable is truly something we look up to!"
Voices of praise came from the mouths of the seven saints on earth.
Stimulated by this, they all gained great momentum and instantly overwhelmed the Burial Master and the other seven saints, forcing them to retreat step by step.
As expected, the outcome of this battle has been decided.
Emperor Shitian stood proudly on the Blue Sky Fortress, looking around, with endless majesty.
He didn't attack again.
The two moves just now seemed easy, but in fact he used all his strength, and his attack power reached the level of a great saint.
And half of his divine power was consumed.
Half-finished may not seem like much, but when it cannot be replenished, it is extremely precious and cannot be wasted.
If he continued to attack, he might be able to kill a few more saints, but he would probably not have much divine power left.
Besides, the attack just now was sudden, catching Bone Ancestor off guard. If he had been on guard, it would have been difficult to kill him.
Saints are not as easy to kill as imagined. Their ability to survive and their vitality are so strong that they can be resurrected with just a drop of blood or a trace of soul.
Indra is able to kill saints because of his extremely high realm, which allows him to suppress and strip away the opponent's avenue when he attacks.
If not, even if the saint cannot defeat him, he still has a chance to escape.
……
Looking up at the sky, the void was shaking continuously, countless divine rainbows were shuttling and interweaving, emitting the fluctuations of the Great Dao.
The confrontation between the Seven Saints of the Demon Race and the Seven Saints of the Human Race has reached its climax.
There was a suffocating atmosphere of solemnity between heaven and earth. The sky was dyed crimson, like a blood-stained curtain, with dark clouds hanging low, as if foreshadowing that a catastrophe was about to begin.
The seven demon saints were at the other end of the battlefield, each of them filled with demonic energy.
The Blood Ancestor stood in the front, wearing a dark red battle robe, his eyes were as red as blood, and he exuded a heart-pounding pressure.
Behind him were the other six demon saints, each holding a peerless holy weapon, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.
On the human side, the Seven Saints were equally unwilling to be outdone.
Nuwa stood in the center, her figure was like divine light, and the magic sword in her hand was shining with colorful light.
The Taoist master stood quietly beside her, his eyes as sharp as torches, the power of Taoism surrounding him. His posture as still as a mountain was like the eternal and unchanging truth.
"kill!"
With a deafening roar, the battle broke out again.
The Blood Ancestor took the lead in attacking. His figure turned into a blood-red lightning and rushed straight towards the human camp.
Faced with such power, the Taoist master formed seals with his hands, and in an instant, a huge Taoist barrier appeared between heaven and earth, blocking all of the Blood Ancestor's attacks.
On the battlefield, other saints also engaged in fierce fighting.
The dark saints of the demon race launched endless dark magic in an attempt to devour the power of the human race; while the saints of the human race brandished their holy weapons and engaged in an earth-shaking duel with them.
In the center of the battle, Nuwa fought fiercely with the Dark Lord of the Dark Clan.
Nuwa held the magic sword in her hand, the sword light was like a rainbow, and every strike was sharp; while the Dark Lord was covered in black mist, transformed into a black dragon, roaring and pouncing towards Nuwa.
However, Nuwa dodged the dragon's attack with her nimble figure, and swung her sword in her backhand. The spiritual light turned into countless light spots, cutting the dragon into pieces.
On the other side of the battlefield, the human race’s Tongtian Sage and the Zang Clan’s Zang Lord were also engaged in a thrilling showdown.
The Undertaker swung the giant bone knife in his hand, and the sword light poured down like a rainstorm, trying to suppress Tongtian's sword intent.
The whole body of Sage Tongtian was boiling with sword intent, the thunder was deafening, and the sword energy pierced towards the Master of Burial like lightning.