A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators.

Chapter 1401: Death of Blood Lake Patriarch
The star orbital destruction cannon beam descends.

That was the light transformed from the Taiqing Flying Sword!
On the other side, there was a bloody cursed spear that was transformed from the Blood Dao's innate magic weapon, which was transformed by a cultivator at the peak of the Void Refinement Stage who burned all of it.

Terrible curses and resentment gathered on the spear. Countless runes of the blood rule entangled the spear, turning it into a materialized entity of the blood rule.

It did not want to intersect with the Star Orbital Destroyer Cannon.

Its target is always the sword cultivator's fragile body. For this purpose, it would even rather expose its own body to the attack range of the destructive cannon's beam, so that both sides will suffer losses and perish together.

Unfortunately, this is wishful thinking.

No matter how the bloody cursed spear maneuvered or how it circled, it could never escape the lock of the Star Orbit Destruction Cannon. The bloody spear was flexible, and the beam of the Destruction Cannon would only be more flexible. It would strike later but arrive first, and slash straight at the tip of the spear which was condensed from countless blood rules and cursed resentment.

The two came into contact in an instant.

Boom!

The circular six order runes and the blood rule runes collide!
A horrific explosion occurred, the space was annihilated, the rules were broken, and everything in the world fell into chaos and turmoil. Only the bright spiritual light illuminated the entire world, and there was no empty space left.

After an unknown amount of time, the spiritual light dimmed slightly and the scene inside was revealed.

A blue-gold flying sword surrounded by magnetic order runes pierced through the tip of the bloody cursed spear, killing its way in from the place where the strongest blood rules were most concentrated, cutting the bloody cursed spear evenly along the center line, splitting it evenly into two halves, and cutting off everything that was blocking it.

The bloody cursed spear, which was broken into two halves, froze slightly.

Then, it turned into two large rivers of blood falling from the sky. Countless bone fragments sank and floated in the blood. It had lost all its spiritual light and completely turned into dead objects, revealing its original form.

This magical weapon of the Blood Path was actually made from countless human corpses and many natural treasures!

The victory or defeat has been decided?
In the two falling blood lakes, a young man in blue held the hilt of a sword with a cold look in his eyes.

"it is good,"

"Very good. Very good."

Jiang Ding said coldly: "This is the first time that someone dared to be distracted in a life-and-death battle with me, not using his full strength, and using more than 30% of his remaining strength to escape."

"Fellow Daoist, you have great confidence!"

He said coldly.

Following his gaze, at the moment when the beams of the destructive cannon and the bloody cursed spears in the star orbit intersected and countless destructive explosions occurred, a small mountain of flesh and blood as thin as dust turned into a fine needle and stabbed fiercely at the unprecedentedly weak wall of the human world.

puff!
He succeeded.

The ox-hair blood needle, which condensed all the remaining strength of a cultivator at the peak of the Void Refinement Stage, was extremely sharp and pierced a tiny hole in the unprecedentedly weak wall of the human world.

The wall of the human world was healing rapidly. It healed in an instant that could not be captured by the consciousness of the spiritual master, and it was restored to its original state.

However, that tiny cow-hair blood needle had already seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and successfully escaped from the human world!
He escaped from here!!!
"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha……"

"You ignorant boy, I have walked across more bridges than you have walked on roads, so how could I be deceived by you?"

Outside the human world, the figure of the Blood Lake Ancestor successfully appeared. Although his aura had greatly decreased, he kept laughing wildly. Once he was free, he was completely free.

The sect's formation in front of him, several sect's refining masters, tens of millions of sect disciples, and the many foundations accumulated by the sect over countless years, all came into his sight. He could mobilize them all in a single thought, and his strength would be greatly enhanced instantly, which was incomparable.

He is not a human being now, but the accumulation of one hundred thousand years of heritage from the Blood Lake and the Mountain of Corpses!

"Bastard swordsman!"

"You're dead, you're dead!"

"Hahaha!"

The Blood Lake Patriarch's red hair danced wildly, and he laughed happily: "I have already sent a message to the Immortal Weapon Sect, informing them that there is a sword cultivator with immortal sect inheritance but no immortal sect background. The immortal sect cultivator will be here soon."

“They will love you!”

"You don't know, bastard?"

The Blood Lake Patriarch said coldly: "The Immortal Artifact Sect's puppetry technique is unparalleled in the world. They like cultivators with strong strength and great potential, especially sword cultivators with outstanding attack and killing abilities. They will definitely like you, a sword cultivator with a legacy, and a Hedao Divine Lord will definitely come."

"You are dead!"

"You are dead!"

"You are such a sanctimonious, hypocritical bastard!"

"You have slaughtered millions just like me, yet you keep calling me an evil heretic and the people of the world a righteous path. I have disliked you for a long time, you bastard! When the time comes, I will definitely ask the Immortal Sect's God Lord to watch you being refined into a growable puppet with my own eyes..."

He kept on talking, his words were extremely chaotic, left and right, and he had escaped from certain death. He was suddenly filled with ecstasy and was extremely happy. Suddenly, the Blood Lake Ancestor's body froze.

"puppet……"

"Growable puppet..."

He muttered to himself, his pupils suddenly contracted, revealing a look of horror. He stood there in a daze, and his words suddenly became less.

"Oh?"

"The Immortal Weapon Sect is good at puppets?"

Jiang Ding's face was calm, but he was a little confused: "Isn't this sect good at refining weapons?"

This was his inherent impression. The same was true of the Shangqing Lingbao Sect in the Jiuling Realm. They were good at refining weapons, but not very proficient in mechanical puppets and the like. They seemed to be neither good nor bad.

"Where is the sect's formation?"

"All disciples, listen to my order and form the Blood Lake Ten Thousand Rivers Formation..."

The Blood Lake Patriarch suddenly roared at the top of his lungs.

He pinched the magic spell in his hand. This was the sect's great formation that he had practiced for tens of thousands of years. It should have responded as soon as he chanted. Even if the many disciples did not obey, they would be refined into monsters and ghosts in an instant, and would not be able to resist at all.

However, even though the sect was close at hand and he had escaped from the opponent's formation, the sect's formation still did not respond.

Not even a trace of spiritual energy was mobilized, and not a speck of dust was raised.

"Blood ghost, black bone, you bastards!"

"I'm calling you, are you deaf..."

The Blood Lake Patriarch stared at several Void-Refining Monks who were meditating in the back hill of the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain and cursed loudly.

The sound waves containing the rules of the blood path shook the heaven and earth and tore apart the sky, but those people who were refining the void in the Blood Lake and the Corpse Mountain did not hear it at all. Some were still practicing in silence, some were practicing dual cultivation, and some were refining treasures. No one reacted.

Jiang Ding looked at him quietly and did not stop him.

After an unknown amount of time, his injuries healed a little. He placed his hand on the hilt of the sword and pulled it out slightly. The friction between the blade and the scabbard produced a crisp clanging sound.

The sword was drawn and raised high.

"My dear... no, my dear, can you let me go?"

“I am willing to acknowledge the Lord!”

The Blood Lake Patriarch stopped yelling and knelt down with tears streaming down his face. "My Lord, I have the potential to be above the He Dao level. If you accept me, I will definitely have a He Dao Divine Lord as your subordinate in the future, and my value will far exceed that of a dead Lian Xu."

"Spare my life..."

“Please spare my life…”

He kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Fellow Daoist Xuehu, you are not as good as True Lord Mud Swamp."

"You don't have the awareness you should have for slaughtering billions of lives, and the Hedao has never appeared in your life from beginning to end."

"But I will still remember you."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

The sword fell and returned to its sheath.

He turned and left.

Behind him, the Blood Lake Ancestor's body stiffened, and then a blood mark appeared on his neck. His head fell down and was swallowed by a crack that suddenly appeared in the earth. His body was crushed into a gray powder without any vitality by the Materialistic Sun Sword Intent. The terrifying vitality of the Blood Dao could not be manifested at all.

All around him, there seemed to be a lake of blood and a mountain of corpses. With his death, scenes of countless lives evolving, distorting, and multiplying emerged. In the endless cycle, another hazy world appeared.

This is the distorted animal realm!

Can you leave by leaving the human world?

This is a joke.

From the beginning to the end, the Blood Lake Ancestor was very far away from escaping. Even if he exploded again and broke through the animal realm, there was no possibility for him to escape the six realms of reincarnation.

(End of this chapter)