Chapter 424 - 422 Nirvana Power
Chapter 424: Chapter 422 Nirvana Power
“Zhong Lin, since you want to die, I’ll fulfill your wish, prepare to die!”
Standing within the great array, Zhong Lin felt as if this array had cut off his connection with heaven and earth, and an endless weight pressed down on every inch of his body.
Moreover, this oppressive force kept growing stronger. In just a few moments, Zhong Lin felt as if he was bearing the weight of a mountain.
“Die!”
Just as Zhong Lin frowned, a sword light pierced through the starlight towards him.
Bang!
Zhong Lin’s eyes moved slightly, his hand seemingly slow yet fast, angled up to block this sword light.
Although he blocked it, Zhong Lin’s brow furrowed tightly.
Under the starlight, his whole body felt suppressed. Not only was the circulation of Spiritual Origin in his Dantian sluggish, but his physical body also felt like it was carrying a giant mountain, requiring great effort for any movement.
“Hahaha, Zhong Lin, have you figured out how you want to die?”
Sikong Yan laughed maniacally, his eyes full of ferocity.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Countless sword shadows pierced through the void, twisting, reversing, shuttling, jumping, endlessly cycling, carrying an endless sense of coldness, sharpness, slaughter, and destruction, attacking Zhong Lin.
“Die?”
Zhong Lin sneered, his thoughts moved, and the Five Elements Xuan Jade Sword circled around him, growing faster and faster, eventually forming a vortex Sword Wheel.
The Five Elements were interconnected, endlessly regenerating, forming something akin to a five-colored canopy, forcefully blocking the sword lights outside his body.
Crack, crack, crack…
Zhong Lin slightly raised his head, watching the air currents tear the starry sky, terrifying sword lights descending from above, a slight cracking sound passing through every small part of his body.
“It should end now.”
Zhong Lin exhaled deeply, his deep eyes suddenly brightening.
As his voice drifted, a domineering, unparalleled will shook the stars, dispersing all starlight and smoke.
With a step, golden Blood Qi surged from every pore, instantly dyeing the entire Sword Array red.
Boom!
At the moment this vast Blood Qi shattered, his body lunged forward, fist shooting out thunderously.
Punch after punch, in an instant striking a total of ten thousand punches, all released almost simultaneously at extreme speed, like a great sun suddenly shining brilliantly.
The swirling five Sword Wheels around him forcefully merged into this great sun, causing vibrant brilliance, dazzling with five colors.
Boom!
Boom boom boom!
Violently turbulent, rampantly ravaging, roaring winds howled.
In the immense collision, waves crisscrossed back and forth.
Like the fiercest and most terrifying hurricane ever, it easily swept through the entire Star Battle Sword Formation, with countless starlights and Primordial Qi shattering under this fist technique.
Cang Chen Elder, who had been sitting in the void, straightened his body.
“Good lad, to actually integrate Sword Intent and Fist Intent, it seems our Heavenly Sword Sacred Land is set to have another Saint Heir.”
“Master, what happens when conceptions are integrated?” Jian Jingtian asked curiously.
“It will kill you.”
“Uh!”
Cang Chen Elder glanced at his new disciple, pondered, and said, “Jingtian!”
“Disciple is here.”
“In the future, better not become enemies with Zhong Lin.”
“Why?”
Why? I’m afraid he will kill you.
Cang Chen Elder didn’t say it, mainly out of fear of discouraging his disciple’s confidence.
Conceptions are inherently difficult to comprehend, and different conceptions would usually suppress each other, not to mention completely understanding and integrating the two. If truly integrated successfully, its power is far greater than one plus one.
Crack! Crack!
Countless clods and rocks were swept into the finest particles by the whirlwind, disappearing between heaven and earth.
Whew whew…
In the endless tide of Primordial Qi, the oceanic Blood Qi around Zhong Lin burst and surged skywards.
He glanced deeply at Sikong Yan, took one step forward, and launched a punch.
Boom!
The violent extreme force around him, at the moment of releasing this punch, erupted like a volcanic eruption.
A ray of purest golden light tore through layers of space, carrying that unmatched will, crashing towards Sikong Yan.
Endless earth and mountains were shaking madly, awakened by Primordial Qi and sonic ripples, instantly sending the nearby outer disciples flying.
The grandeur of Fist Intent was simply unimaginable.
“Not good.”
Sikong Yan’s mind trembled, feeling fear at last, but it was already too late.
Crack!
The heavens suddenly froze, seemingly binding him in place, unable to move, only able to activate the last defense of the Mystical Armor at the final moment.
And at this time, Zhong Lin’s fist finally arrived.
Mind meets! Intent meets! Fist meets!
With a single thought, nothing is impossible.
Boom boom boom!
In the intense explosion, a transparent Primordial Qi ripple rose, spreading endlessly far, all void energy and Heaven and Earth Essence Qi vanished.
“Wow!”
The Protective Shield on Sikong Yan’s body didn’t shatter, but the terrifying conception attack struck heavily at his mind.
His face turned ashen, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out suddenly, and his mind was like a candle in the wind, seemingly about to extinguish at any moment.
Though his body was unharmed, the mind is the outward display of the soul; if the mind is destroyed, it renders him a living dead.
Zhong Lin’s eyes turned cold, preparing to launch another punch.
Suddenly, a surge of purple aura rose from the stage, vast and intimidating.
This power was as vast as the world, a mere tremor made Zhong Lin feel like an ant facing heavenly might, the accumulated force on his fist dissipated, like snow under the blazing sun.
Ying Ju, who had been watching, changed her expression, her figure moved directly onto the stage, blocking in front of Zhong Lin.
“The competition isn’t over yet; isn’t the Third Saint’s action a bit too arrogant?” Ying Ju taunted.
“Ying Ju…”
Even though it was just two words, the voice carried by the purple aura felt like a divine command, resonating from the void, echoing across the skies.
Vast and mighty, piercing through the clouds.
Zhong Lin just felt a heaviness in his chest, a taste of sweetness in his mouth, trickling blood splattering from the corner of his lips.
His eyes fixated on that cluster of purple clouds, revealing a look of shock.
There was no energy fluctuation, and yet just the voice of these two words left him injured, this…
Ying Ju took a step forward, in the next moment, terrifying, boundless power erupted.
Boom boom boom!
Air currents surged, a frightening crashing sound akin to a collapsing sky reverberated.
A golden yellow chrysanthemum shadow appeared around Ying Ju, trembling constantly, as if made of flame, vaguely emanating a force of destruction, hidden within it was a power of creation, looking exceedingly bizarre.
Wu Hong, who had followed closely, suddenly halted, his pupils in his eyes shrank dramatically.
“Nirvana Power, Ying Ju, you’ve broken through to the Nirvana Realm.”
Wu Hong screamed, his face filled with disbelief.
Ying Ju didn’t pay attention to Wu Hong behind her, her eyes fixated firmly on the purple aura on the stage, full of burning fighting spirit.