Chapter 80 — The Eighth Chapter
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Daoist Cangyan shook his head with a bitter smile and turned hurriedly to the Poison God. "Sect master, this Immortal-Slayer Sword Formation is stirred by wondrous incantatory power and is in itself already exceedingly formidable. In the early days of our Canglan Sect, it was only by the restraint of this formation that we barely held on. Later Patriarch Qingye arose and, with heaven-granted genius, gathered the ten-million-year strange and baleful spiritual power of the seven peaks of Mount Canglan, and using as its medium the supreme sword-spirit of Immortal-Slayer, the strangest sword of all ages, forged it—its wondrous power could split heaven and shatter earth. We must by no means oppose it with force!"
The Poison God's face changed, but to watch this Immortal-Slayer Sword Formation, never seen before, snatch away the prize already all but in his grasp—that he could not bring himself to decide at once, come what may.
To say nothing of Yuyangzi beside him, whose face was all unwillingness. Only the Nether King stamped his foot and decided on the spot: "This formation is too powerful—we cannot match it by force. Go!"
Yuyangzi, the Poison God, and the Fairy Sanmiao all started and were about to argue, but in that brief moment of hesitation, the dazzling Immortal-Slayer Sword Formation in the sky had already begun to change.
The seven-colored sword of qi above the ancient sword Immortal-Slayer was plainly the master sword of the formation; it had now grown immense, stretching across the firmament, so that even the giant beast Water Qilin seemed far smaller beside it. As for the single-colored swords of qi filling the sky, they were denser still, like cloud and mist, a sight to chill the heart.
Yet this spectacle, rarely seen in a thousand ages, stirred no excitement in anyone—only wave upon wave of desolation and cold.
Daoist Daoyan, upon the Water Qilin, swayed faintly, and at the same time intoned the dharma incantation. His right hand swept the ancient sword Immortal-Slayer, while the fingers of his left formed a seal like a sword and slashed downward!
"Ssss—"
Upon the ancient sword Immortal-Slayer, light flickered in a burst; a moment later, countless swords of qi suspended in midair, bearing a force of incomparable ferocity, came plunging down, straight at the demonic cultists.
The swords fell like rain, and heaven and earth were hushed in desolation!
Countless demon cult followers raised their arms in resistance, yet those qi swords came down like something indestructible, piercing straight through without the slightest mercy. Those of shallower cultivation were instantly driven deep into the earth, blood spraying in every direction.
On Receiving Heaven Peak, the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves broke out at once; screams filled the air without cease, severed limbs and crushed flesh flew everywhere, blood and gore splattered, a foul wind and bloody rain, as though the place had become a hell. Even the people of the Canglan Sect and the Fanyin Temple paled slightly at the sight. Facheng of the Fanyin Temple bowed his head a little and softly chanted the Buddha's name.
The faces of the Four Great Masters of the demon cult changed drastically. In the blink of an eye, almost everyone around them had been wounded beneath this inconceivable and wondrous formation. The Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation fell like rain, and the seven-colored master sword in the sky kept splitting off ever more single-colored qi swords, its covering range growing wider and wider, until it seemed about to envelop the entire summit of Receiving Heaven Peak.