334: Chapter 212 Killing Demons_3 334: Chapter 212 Killing Demons_3 And her gaze was fixed tightly on the man above, whose ordinary face reflected the peerless grace of three thousand years ago.
The Fox Fairy had never participated in that battle of yore, yet due to that very war, she had become an Immortal.
How to judge someone fit to be a saint?
It was whether they had the power to make another achieve immortality.
Just as recorded, the underworld and the Immortal Court alike could grant immortality, or at the very least, they could help a Demi Immortal take the final step.
In this realm, apart from Immortal Land, there was only the path led by the lord of Jianmu Cave Heaven.
But Qingcang had become an Immortal, and now, his disciples were equally formidable.
Silence reigned in all directions, and heaven and earth were voiceless.
From Immortal Land to the outer reaches of the Cultivation World, from The Three Pure Ones above the Nine Heavens to the Jianmu of this leyline, then to Two Realms City and the Void.
All beings capable of glimpsing this spot held their breath.
At this moment, a Divine being eight hundred miles away from Gu Wen regained their senses.
He had not made a move, because Qingcang had not yet acted.
Just like in the past when He did not strike against Qingcang, He could not be sure if the saint of both realms would obstruct him.
Of the remaining nine Devil Ancestors, some volunteered for battle, while others remained silent.
Jianmu commanded, “Xuanwu shall lead, Kui Niu on the right, Elephant Form on the left, and Vermilion Bird shall follow.
We seek not to kill, only to delay him.”
“Saint Venerable, if the Fox Fairy and the others could not restrain him, we four devils may not be able to contend.”
Having been designated as ‘vanguard,’ Xuanwu hesitated.
To restrain Qingcang’s avatar within Immortal Land was no trifling task; it was a serious matter.
If they failed, they too would suffer great injury.
Jianmu shook his head, “Qingcang has yet to appear, ensuring she might launch a sneak attack.”
She was also an avatar entering the fray.
Though she possessed a Saint’s Artifact, she was ultimately not her true self present, and against Qingcang, He would exercise the utmost caution.
Suddenly, a sword light from afar lit up the world, and as the mountain-like Elephant Form Venerable was severed at the leg, he fell like collapsing peaks, his enormous dharma form slowly toppling.
“Saint Venerable, save me!”
The Elephant Form Venerable bellowed.
“Cease your violence.”
The nearby Vermilion Bird lent a hand, its wings unfurling as a heavenly blaze of fire descended, the faintest wisp of flame more fierce than Angri True Fire.
The Immortal Sword flew from hand, as Gu Wen controlled it with his mind, his form growing to a nine-zhang man, opening his arms to embrace the Elephant Form Venerable’s trunk-like nose.
Behind the golden figure, a wheel of blood-like aureoles burst forth, appearing as if wings had sprouted.
Divine Skills of the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill, Xuanpin Tongshen!
Form, sound, scent, taste, touch—the five senses, taste and touch and smell could be discarded first.
This is what he had once said to Chi Yu Zi, and it was also Gu Wen’s plan for possibly using this Divine Skill in the future.
Amongst Immortals, there is no boundary; Xuanpin Tongshen superficially appears to elevate one’s realm, but in reality, it strengthens one’s power.
Like a mountain, the Elephant Form was slowly lifted and then, with an overwhelming force, was violently smashed into the ground, shattering the earth and causing tremors for ten thousand miles!
Elsewhere, the Immortal Sword chased the Vermilion Bird across the sky, its crimson feathers extinguished in succession, its body dismembered inch by inch.
Two more of the Devil Clan perished, Gu Wen advancing to within five hundred miles, leaving Kui Niu and Xuanwu to bear the brunt.
Xuanwu sent a telepathic message, “Saint Venerable, if we do not exert our full strength, we shall perish with three less among us.”
In the next moment, the golden figure descended from the heavens, Sword in hand, stepping onto the turtle’s shell with a force unmatched, bending its limbs beneath his weight.
The Sword plunged into the turtle’s shell, the golden figure gripping the hilt in reverse, crossing dozens of miles along the turtle’s back and finally severing the tail end and snake head.
What remained was Kui Niu and the five Devil Ancestors.
“Saint Venerable!”
A roar from Kui Niu carried on the gale, fluttering the Divine being’s visage, who remained calmly seated, observing Gu Wen with no intention of launching a rescue or sending reinforcements.
He simply watched as Kui Niu’s spine broke under the golden man’s foot, watched as the ground tilted like a seesaw before him, and finally, Kui Niu’s head was cut off.
Though they were but avatars, they were avatars of flesh and blood.
Rivers of blood spilled, the enormous body flung and ploughing the earth for miles before being caught and stopped by a small sparrow.
The Divine being stroked the jade bracelet on his wrist.
In terms of talent, he was not much inferior to Qingcang, and he did not have as many restrictions as Qingcang.