A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators.

Chapter 1221 Conceptual Existence: Hercules Demon Venerable

Nine suns in the sky!

Nine suns pressed down!

boom!
The nine ancient princes of the Horned Demon Emperor clan who were about to make a detour were hit head-on by the sun. A terrible explosion occurred, and the dead and silent starry sky became extremely bright, shining for a moment.

The light faded slightly, revealing a figure.

From the ancient prince Mingtian to Cang Yan and everyone else, all the ancient princes led the army to charge forward fearlessly, with their fighting spirit reaching into the galaxy, wanting to get to the sword cultivator as quickly as possible and smash his body to pieces.

However, just as their charge began, a huge blue-gold sun fell from the sky, shattering all the charging forces. All the elite monks of the Horned Demon Emperor clan were forced to stop as if they were forcibly hit by a huge star.

"what……"

As the spiritual light dissipated, the thousand-foot-tall giant demon gods transformed by the ancient prince Mingtian, the ancient emperor Cangyan and others roared.

Their bodies were all charred like charcoal, and much of their flesh and blood was carbonized directly under the horrific high temperature and turned into ash. Their bodies trembled, revealing a bloody torso.

Many distorted forces of order were integrated into it silently.

"Oh no……"

The thousand-foot-long galaxy demon gods transformed by the ancient emperors were merely injured, but the million-strong army under their command were not so lucky.

Many kings, generals, and tens of thousands of elite monks of the Horned Demon Emperor only had time to let out a scream before their bodies turned into ash. Not even a piece of bone or a fragment of their soul remained.

The so-called immortal body of the monks of the Horned Demon Emperor clan is nothing but illusion in the face of higher-level power and is completely useless.

"It's an old tactic that has been around for many years."

"Who told you that sword cultivators are afraid of being besieged?"

Jiang Ding drew his sword again.

Nine blue-gold suns descended from the sky, bringing with them six ripples of order light circles, descending in all directions, bombarding the nine elite armies of the miserable Horned Demon Emperor without giving them any chance to breathe.

Many people often have a delusion.

Since the sword cultivator's defense is weak and even lower-level cultivators may be able to break his defense, wouldn't it be better for me to surround him with multiple people from all directions?
It's a wonderful fantasy.

The sword light differentiates!

This sword technique of the first level of swordsmanship plays an extremely important role in the sword cultivator's combat system. It is not only able to separate out nine sword lights, but can separate out hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of sword lights!
This is still a passive coping method.

Once the enemy is scattered and the coordination is a little poor, they will be instantly penetrated into the army by the sword cultivator's flying sword, and the generals will be beheaded. Then the formation will collapse instantly, and the enemy will face a very boring massacre for the sword cultivator.

Furthermore, even if a sword cultivator is besieged or approached by someone, it is not that dangerous. Close combat is simply the instinct of a sword cultivator.

In addition, sword cultivators can escape. Usually, a sword cultivator's ability to escape is as strong as his ability to attack. This is the result of years of sword fighting. Sword cultivators who do not have strong escape abilities will die during their growth process.

Sword cultivation is a profession unique to the human race, the dominant race in the endless starry sky. It is impossible for there to be any huge shortcomings.

As long as you are strong enough, all problems have solutions.

boom!
Boom boom boom!
In the dead silent galaxy, round after round of blue-gold suns fell from the sky and landed in the army led by the nine ancient emperors of the Horned Demon Emperor clan. They bombarded and killed again and again, and the space of the galaxy shattered, healed, and shattered again. Each time represented the death of tens of thousands of elite monks of the Horned Demon Emperor clan, and they were annihilated into ashes.

The overall strength of the Horned Demon Emperor's army is slowly but irreversibly decreasing.

"cannot!"

"This can't happen anymore!"

Prince Mingtian ancient roared.

After retreating again and again, he began to lose patience and used the secret military method to stimulate the potential of the soldiers and officers in the army. He burst out with all his blood and energy, and his body was as hot as a furnace. It was a life as big as a mountain that was blooming its brilliance. Countless elite monks of the Horned Demon Emperor had bloodshot eyes and were extremely crazy. Their mana and blood were restless.

"Great, powerful, gods, demons, descend!"

Prince Mingtian spoke each word with emphasis.

hum!
In the endless starry sky, there seems to be some unknown and terrifying existence, casting a tiny glance here, following the established Taoist rituals and offerings, and sending a tiny power here.

This power contains a higher level of will.

The powerful demon master!
Jiang Ding's scalp numbed slightly, and he instantly became obedient and held his breath.

At this moment, this terrifying figure, who might even be an immortal, was a conceptual being that descended from the sky. Any thought of his was enough to kill countless lives, even those of a powerful cultivator at the Void Refinement Stage.

Fortunately, such a terrible thing did not happen.

A race like the Horned Demon Emperor could not possibly drive such a terrifying figure to fight for them. They only followed the rituals passed down from ancient times, paid a terrible price, and offered sacrifices day and night, just to summon a tiny bit of his power at a certain moment. And it did not involve the will of that existence, but was just a predetermined response reserved by Him between heaven and earth, with general procedural logic.

The wisp of power that appeared was extremely small. Even from Jiang Ding's perspective, it was so weak, less than one thousandth of the total magic power of a Qi-cultivating cultivator.

However, the power contained therein is too terrifying.

It is like a trigger. It does not provide spiritual energy, but provides a way to reorganize power, reorganizing the power of the ancient prince Mingtian in an instant.

"Ah ah ah..."

Instantly, a look of pain and distortion appeared on Prince Mingtian’s face.

Countless meridian runes on his body twisted and deformed, and even his soul was forcibly changed. In an instant, he became bloodthirsty and crazy, with only crazy murderous intent left in his body.

This change happened in an instant.

hum!
A chaotic and unclear shadow of a powerful demon god appeared behind the body of Prince Mingtiangu.

The figure was extremely tall and majestic. Only the shadow of a huge head shaped like a bull's horns could be seen. Apart from that, everything was blurry and could not be seen clearly.

but!

The title of the Great Demon God Venerable appeared extremely clearly between heaven and earth.

The moment this phantom appeared, all the forces, orders and rules in all directions became different. They became complex and exquisite, as beautiful as natural crystal. Everything was mysterious and wonderful created by nature.

All changes end here.

That terrifying and unknown will slowly disappeared and no longer existed.

It's not that this terrifying existence favors the Horned Demon Emperor clan, but it's an exchange. This existence uses things he doesn't care about at all to exchange some things with all the beings in the endless universe, accumulating soil to form a mountain, accumulating water drops to form a sea, and gathering some things in the endless universe and endless time to accomplish something.

"Sword cultivator..."

"You deserve to die!"

Prince Mingtian ancient woke up slightly from his painful and twisted state.

He stared at the young man in blue with manic murderous intent.

The phantom of the powerful god and demon followed his gaze, and the force of order in the space of tens of thousands of miles instantly became exquisite and complex, forming a kind of terrifying pressure similar to nature, which was at least several times more powerful.

The eyes of the young man in blue gradually became excited and passionate, no longer looking sickly.

(End of this chapter)