Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me
Chapter 186 - 118: Fear God, Worship God, Praise God... (Please Subscribe)_2

Chapter 186: Chapter 118: Fear God, Worship God, Praise God... (Please Subscribe)_2

After all, this was an ancient tomb grotto heaven of the Human Clan, especially one connected to the Hidden Life Mountain of the Human Clan’s Upper Realm.

So while he paid attention to any possible disturbances, he also hurriedly ordered Ao Nian of the Jiao Clan to open the door.

Lan Cangjun’s expression was very gloomy; he never expected that his most trusted father would keep secrets from him.

Had he not said that he was the Roc Clan’s hope to re-ascend the pinnacle, feasting on dragon meat?

Why conceal such important information?

Screeeech—

With clenched fists, Lan Cangjun suddenly heard a sharp, piercing friction behind him, followed by an overwhelming crash like a meteor falling to the ground, echoing throughout the entire hall amidst the cries of "Watch out" from several Demon Monarchs.

The hall shook violently but did not crack even slightly.

Lan Cangjun whipped his head around and saw a large head and forelimbs of a Jiao gradually taking shape in midair from a decapitated head flying high.

Blood gushed from the severed neck, staining the stone gate like a fountain, and as half of the corpse slowly knelt to the ground, pressing a shoulder against the door, the dead Ao Nian could no longer maintain his transformation and gradually reverted to his true form.

Though the hall was large, it could not hold the corpse of a Jiao Jun.

But there was no need for those present to worry; the blood and fragmented flesh of Ao Nian drifted toward the surrounding stone statues after his demise. In the blink of an eye, the long Jiao corpse, which was hundreds of meters, shriveled and shrank to less than two meters, slumping feebly before the stone gate.

Screeeech—

A giant sword covered in moss scraped over the ground, sending out another sharp screeching noise. Though the stone statue moved slowly, who dared underestimate the formidable power that decapitated a Jiao Jun with a single strike?

"See... god... not... respect... kill..."

As the stone statue resumed its original standing posture, a voice like turning gears emitted from its never-opened mouth, echoing throughout the entire hall.

The hall fell into dead silence.

Lu Jin’an watched this scene expressionlessly, then his gaze swept over the hundreds of stone statues surrounding him, turning his head back with a knowing feeling.

On the throne, hidden behind hanging moss, the pupils of the stone statue suddenly lit up with a white flame-like light, then looked down upon the cultivators and Demon Monarchs present.

’How wonderful, how wonderful, how wonderful, how wonderful...ah!’

A hurried voice, incredibly cheerful, exploded in everyone’s minds, yet in the final moment, the cheerful voice transformed into a mocking intent to kill.

A deathlike atmosphere, as if woven by a wild storm, enveloped the hearts of everyone present instantly.

In silence, as if a thousand storms converged into a line.

Lu Jin’an’s pupils contracted, immediately drawing the Netherworld Validation, his body darting as lightly as a swallow to face the stone statue on the left in midair.

The domain unfolded, Broken Realm Realm!

Great sound is that which is seldom heard; spiritual power like a waterfall.

The blade of Netherworld Validation pointed towards an almost invisible thread.

This is the space rule... space power demoted from law to rule.

Buzz—

There were two invisible space blades, one towards the Human Clan, one towards the Demon Clan.

Lan Cangjun sensed it, but although the Roc Clan was fast, their bloodline talent was not in space.

Behind him, the Golden Winged Roc looked skyward and cried; enveloped in golden demon energy, he blocked the two invisible space blades with wings and arms, but could only watch as several Demon Monarchs were split neatly in half from the chest.

Even for the Demon Clan, this was a fatal injury.

Especially since the wounds were caused by space power.

Thud, thud...

Four Demon Monarchs, eight corpses; their agonizing howls lasted only a few seconds before the space power around their wounds completely extinguished their vitality.

"Everyone move to the right!"

Holding a sword in one hand and forming a seal with the other, Lu Jin’an gave a low yell; his spiritual power surged, left palm crackling with lightning like a spider web, hiding space rules, pouring into the space where the space blade was located.

Boom!

A deafening explosion; the unseen interior of space swelled like a balloon, releasing only a tremendous shockwave.

Whoosh—

The invisible space blade soared skyward, tearing open a rift in the dome, letting a sliver of moonlight spill through the gap, illuminating hints of mist.

Scree—

Like a mottled moon shadow gliding past, Netherworld Validation left a ten-meter-long sword mark on the unbreakable floor before Lu Jin’an barely stopped.

Zhu Nanzhi’s heart tightened, a frigid killing intent surfacing in her azure eyes; she turned to face the stone statue, between her hands Zhan Ming twirled, while behind her, Forget Love Dao Domain concealed petals of a cold plum, now felt like an icy wind brushing past her ears, extremely sharp.

"Flowing Light! Moonlight! Four Symbols! Refining Heart!"

Zhan Ming rose with the wind, Zhu Nanzhi’s long hair flying, her robes fluttering as she formed seals with her hands.

Four distinctly different rays of light shot from her hand seals and Zhan Ming, crossing the moonlight, gathering the Four Symbols to rise, transforming into sword light as it fell, illuminating all directions!

As if the entire city trembled, amidst the brilliance, clouds of dust mixed with moss fell, and faintly, a faint cracking sound seemed to arise.

Within the smoke and dust, invisible space power surged, devouring Zhu Nanzhi’s magic while heading towards her.

In an instant, Mu Qingyue’s tall figure had somehow leaped up; her body floated up like a swallow, her silver-white ponytail like a blossoming wing, twirling as she fell heavily.

The sword light was jet black, and sword qi plummeted like a meteor, akin to an aurora.

One sword, as heavy as a thousand pounds, sliced towards the top of the stone statue!

The brief distance showed just how fast Mu Qingyue’s sword was—a black line seemed to appear from a faraway place, then instantly spread across the entire sky and earth.

The cracks on the stone statue multiplied, yet at the same time, the invisible space power assaulted Mu Qingyue.

"Senior Sister, come back first."

Hearing the Junior Brother’s voice, Mu Qingyue’s usually tranquil heart, like the surface of a lake in July, rippled slightly; with ’Morning and Dusk’ across her front, the sword blade shone brightly, severing the invisible space power, and she returned to Lu Jin’an’s side.