Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 575 - 475 One Thought of Hell + - 476 Break All Laws_3

Chapter 575: Chapter 475 One Thought of Hell + Chapter 476 Break All Laws_3

If it weren’t for the miraculous damage reduction skill "Lotus Shadow Replacement" I possess,

that battle’s outcome would have been uncertain.

Karmic Fire transformed into roaring waves, sweeping across a hundred-acre estate, and Zhou Ping’an saw Cui Guangling’s final thinning spiritual body being burnt to dregs by Karmic Fire, leaving not even a speck of ash.

At the same time, he also saw the Myriad Spirits Blood Sword, with a whoosh sound, soaring into the sky, turning into a streak of bloody light attempting to escape.

Ding...

The sword leads the intent.

Zhou Ping’an had already struck the body of the sword early on.

He had made a notch in the Myriad Spirits Blood Sword.

Cut to the point it fell to the ground, struggling fiercely, but with Zhou Ping’an’s spirit probing out, firmly suppressed, it could not fly away.

In his mind, the Visualization produced a vast amount of Karmic Fire, which suddenly surged out and enveloped the Blood Sword.

A wisp of green smoke slowly rose and he heard in his ears the old voice, "Youngster, this sword is a Dharma Sword forged by generations of high monks, essentially made from relics, containing the lifelong cultivation experiences of nine monks profound in Buddhist doctrine, it not only accelerates cultivation by Gathering Spirit but also wards off all evil, protects the Primordial Spirit, assists the condensation of Martial Intent, and breaks through to Martial God..."

"It is useless to me; I don’t practice with swords."

Zhou Ping’an’s heart tightened, but outwardly he remained calm and instead intensified his strikes, cutting wildly.

This time, it was purely a physical attack.

He found that all sorts of Martial Intent, Gang Qi, were actually useless against this sword, just as this old voice had said. The Myriad Spirits Blood Sword had something magical about it. Although it did not appear particularly solid, it could maintain a consistent state. Making a notch seemed to suggest that next strike could cut it apart, yet strangely, it would return to its original form.

He could even feel Cang Yue’s blade in his hand was slightly hungering and pleased.

That presence outside of the city was getting closer.

Zhou Ping’an had lost the patience to continue testing this sword’s full capabilities.

With a ruthless thought in his heart, a faint light flickered in his eyes.

He lashed down once more with his sword.

As the blade came down, the blood-red color drained away, and the long sword that emitted a bony white glow shattered into a pile of white bone dust with a crack.

Weak point attacks are really effective.

As long as the essence of the object being attacked does not exceed my limit of destruction, I cannot resist this slash.

"How dare you."

The green smoke dispersed.

From within the smoke, the old voice faded, no longer to be heard.

This was the Divine Will hidden within the sword, and as the body of the sword shattered, it had dissipated.

’Now there should be no hidden dangers left.’

Zhou Ping’an thought to himself and, not entirely reassured, wrapped it up again with Red Lotus Karmic Fire and refined it several times.

Finding no more signs of life,

he handed over Cang Yue’s Long Sword.

Do whatever you want.

Zhou Ping’an watched curiously as the sword hungrily inhaled great gulps of bone dust, unsure what exactly it had absorbed, as the bone dust still existed but had diminished somewhat and lost all luster, turning into a handful of decayed soil, no longer bearing any hint of mystique.

In his hands, however, Cang Yue’s blade was leaping for joy.

A stream of thought shot into his mind...

Zhou Ping’an gently vibrated the blade, and Cang Yue’s Long Sword transformed suddenly, with a whoosh, into an 18-foot-long Three-pointed Two-edged Blade, its edge sharp and shining with a blue glow, feeling perfectly balanced in his grasp.

Alright.

This Cang Yue’s precious blade, it could even sense changes in my thoughts, turning into the most suitable weapon for me at any time.

’Could it grow even bigger?’

As Heart Thought moved, the Three-pointed Two-edged Blade rolled in the air and transformed into a ten-foot-long, unfathomably heavy pale-blue long sword, its treasure light shooting straight into the sky, casting the city in a changing play of light and shadow.

"Divine Weapon!"

Yu Changsheng was about to move forward to help when he realized that the battlefield where Zhou Ping’an was, simply didn’t need his intervention.

He had chopped Cui Guangling down like slicing melons and cutting vegetables.

One Slash killed the Blood God, another slashed through the spiritual array, another cut down the physical body.

With an easy grace, he had already determined the overall victory.

In the end, he even cut down the accompanying weapon Myriad Spirits Blood Sword to pieces.

Just as he was shocked by this feat, he noticed the strange transformation of the sword in Zhou Ping’an’s hand.

Growing larger and smaller, altering its form, was this not precisely the external manifestation of a legendary Divine Weapon?

At this level, one could no longer simply treat a weapon as an inanimate object but as a living being, the most intimate partner.

’Who in history possessed Divine Weapons?’

Images of names that echoed like thunder flashed through Yu Changsheng’s mind, leaving him stunned midair, his mind a blank for a moment.

He had the feeling of witnessing history.

"It’s actually a Divine Weapon, and one that evolves with its master."

Lin Huaiyu lifted her head and saw the treasure-light-filled long sword hovering above the Governor’s Mansion.

Aside from being larger, its form, its aura, were all too familiar.

A great joy surged from within her heart.

"It’s all settled over there, I can’t lag behind..."

She spurred her horse forward at a gallop, turning one slash into nine, whistling past and chopping down nine frantically fleeing Blood Seeds.

She turned and lunged to the left.

Elsewhere,

Green Lady was sitting atop a rooftop, her fingers pausing slightly on the strings, a smile spreading across her face.

"The situation is settled."

She suddenly pulled hard with both hands.

With a light release of her index and middle fingers,

two sound waves transformed into crescent-shaped ripples of blades, tearing through houses and whistling as they traveled.

With a ringing of strings, more than ten newly transformed Blood Corpses were cleaved in two like timber.

Zhou Ping’an stood dumbfounded watching the huge long sword floating in the sky.

Only one thought tumbled in his mind.

"Sun Wukong’s Golden Hoop weighs thirteen thousand five hundred catties; it can change size at will, grow into a pillar reaching the sky, or shrink to the size of an embroidery needle..."