Terran Guardian - Chapter 3409

Chapter 3389 Miscalculation (asking for monthly ticket)

This kind of power

seemed to devour the entire Eastern Abyss Region.

The Yunlei Immortal Sect’s battlefield below bore the brunt of the impact.

As this force swept across all directions, Yan Wuxiang and other powerful members of the Heavenly Demon Holy Land, who had been observing the battle from the shadows, almost immediately turned and fled.

Stay away!

That means death!

Even Yan Wuxiang, who had already reached the semi-saint realm, was filled with immense fear.

He didn’t even have time to think too much, only to get away from this place as quickly as

possible .

An unknown amount of time passed before Yan Wuxiang finally stopped.

When he looked back,

he saw that the void before him had completely returned to nothingness, with only the chaotic turbulence of power raging there.

“Hiss—this is the power of a sixth-level semi-saint. I hope the Holy Lord is okay!”

Yan Wuxiang’s heart trembled, his expression turning slightly grim.

This situation had completely caught him off guard.

In the last breath, it looked as if Venerable Jueming was about to fall, but in the next, he resolutely self-destructed.

The power of a powerful self-destruction on this level horrified Yan Wuxiang.

It was only because he ran fast and didn’t get too close to the battlefield.

Otherwise,

under this force,

even if he had reached the Semi-Saint realm, he would probably have been killed.

This was the closest Yan Wuxiang had ever felt to death since breaking through the Semi-Saint realm.

He never imagined that

with his current cultivation level, he would not be able to withstand even the aftermath of this force.

However,

what Yan Wuxiang cared about most was Shen Changqing’s life and death.

His life and death were crucial to the future of the Heavenly Demon Holy Land, and Yan Wuxiang naturally did not want him to perish here.

However,

seeing the destructive might before him,

Yan Wuxiang fell silent again.

With the power of this self-destruction, even an Immortal Semi-Saint, let alone an Immortal Emperor, would probably be doomed.

Even though Shen Changqing’s strength was prodigious and couldn’t be compared to that of an Immortal Emperor, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn’t possibly compare to Venerable Jueming.

Therefore, Yan   Wuxiang believed that the possibility of his surviving

this level of self-destruction was extremely slim.   The Jidu Demon God said in a deep voice, “The Holy Lord will be fine. A Six Tribulations Semi-Saint isn’t qualified to kill the Holy Lord!”   Yan Wuxiang was startled.   He looked at the Jidu Demon God before him, then at the other Innate Demon Gods, finding them all calm.   Seeing this,   he couldn’t help but ask tentatively, “Jidu Heavenly Lord, I wonder what faction you’re from?”   ”We serve the Holy Lord. There are some things the Deputy Holy Lord should ask the Holy Lord! If the Holy Lord doesn’t say, we can’t say anything.”   The Jidu Demon God smiled faintly and didn’t answer the question.   Hearing this,   Yan Wuxiang’s curiosity grew, but he didn’t press the issue.   If the other party wanted to say something, they would have already said it.   His outright refusal now clearly indicated he had no intention of continuing.   Continuing to question   would be pointless.   Furthermore,   powerful beings like the Jidu Demon God all obeyed the Holy Lord. If he delved into the matter, he might indirectly anger the Holy Lord.   Furthermore,   the composure of the Jidu Demon God and the other innate demon gods reassured Yan Wuxiang.   While it was unclear how they were so sure that Shen Changqing could survive such a powerful force,   Yan Wuxiang believed these Immortal Emperors were all the power behind Shen Changqing and likely knew some of his hidden cards.   With this in mind,   Yan Wuxiang turned his gaze back to the void.   At this moment,   the force of the self-explosion gradually subsided.   An ancient alchemy furnace stood in the void, its lid firmly sealed. The Daoist aura emanated from the bronze body. Even the self-explosion power of a Six Tribulations Half-Saint couldn’t destroy this treasure.   Not even a trace of it remained.   At   this moment,   the lid lifted,   and a blood-stained figure emerged.   ”Whoosh!”   Shen Changqing exhaled a breath of foul air and, with a flick of his hand, the Eight Trigrams Purple Yang Furnace transformed into a palm-sized mass and landed in his palm. He then gazed into the void before him, only to see the remnants of the Semi-Saint’s Dao aura raging, its terrifying power barely subsiding.   Looking back at himself,   Shen Changqing’s expression grew graver.   ”What a desolate Semi-Saint! This final stand is truly not to be underestimated!”   Although the Eight Trigrams Purple Yang Furnace withstood most of the force, a small amount still penetrated the furnace and struck Shen Changqing.   Under such force, even with Shen Changqing’s current strength, his body would have shattered, leaving him severely injured.   Without the Eight Trigrams Purple Yang Furnace’s resistance, Shen Changqing had no doubt he would have perished beneath the force.   But at that moment,   a terrifying sword light suddenly pierced the void, sending a shockwave through Shen Changqing’s heart. Without a second thought, he summoned the Eight Trigrams Purple Yang Furnace and fiercely slammed it down towards the sword light.   ”Bang!”   The sword light shattered.   Jiang Linyuan’s bloodstained figure then appeared.   This ancient semi-saint wasn’t in good shape either. His robes were tattered, his hair disheveled, and his aura flickered like a candle in the wind.   It was clear that even if he had blocked the power of the Cassia Lord’s self-destruction, he had paid a heavy price.   ”What do you mean, Sect Master Jiang?”   Shen Changqing grasped the Eight Trigrams Purple Yang Furnace with one hand and looked at Jiang Linyuan before him, a meaningful smile on his face.   Jiang Linyuan was somewhat alarmed that Shen Changqing had been able to block his own fatal strike, and upon hearing his words, a cold look suddenly appeared on his face.

“Fellow Daoist, you have so many opportunities that you’ll inevitably bring disaster upon yourself. If I kill you, not only will all these things belong to me, but even the Tailuo Immortal Mine will belong to me!”

“It seems you know quite a bit—”

Shen Changqing’s eyes grew colder at the mention of the Tailuo Immortal Mine.

As expected!

There’s no such thing as an impenetrable wall.

Although Shen Changqing had never imagined the secret of the Tailuo Immortal Mine could remain secret forever, its sudden revelation still left him somewhat shocked.

“What a pity! The Heavenly Demon Holy Land possesses such a precious treasure as the Tailuo Immortal Stone, yet hasn’t truly—”

Jiang Linyuan smiled indifferently. Before he could finish his words, Shen Changqing suddenly appeared, a charred wooden stick suddenly appearing, and the Dao rhyme of a peak Semi-Saint suddenly descended upon him, causing his expression to change instantly.

Instantly,

Jiang Linyuan attacked.

With a single strike of his sword, his piercing sword energy tore through the chaotic turbulence, colliding with the Dao rhyme of the peak Semi-Saint.

Boom—

at the moment the two clashed, an extremely cold wave emerged, barreling directly towards Shen Changqing’s vital point.

The attacker was none other than Venerable Jueqing.

As if they had conspired, the moment Jiang Linyuan launched his attack, Venerable Jueqing struck from behind, delivering a fatal blow, aiming to slay Shen Changqing instantly.

This unexpected turn of events,

however, did not faze Shen Changqing. Without even

turning back, he hurled the Eight Trigrams Purple Yang Furnace. The palm-sized furnace instantly transformed into a towering mountain, blocking the way behind him.

“Buzz!!!” The immortal

sword pierced the furnace fiercely, causing it to vibrate violently, emitting an ancient, heavy hum.

However, as a seventh-grade innate imperial weapon, even if the Eight Trigrams Purple Yang Furnace lacked any offensive power, its mere rank alone was enough to render even a semi-saint invulnerable.

At the moment the Bagua Ziyang Furnace blocked the attack, Shen Changqing suddenly hurled the charred wooden stick, and Jiang Linyuan instinctively swung his sword to block.

“Boom!”

But in that instant,

a destructive force erupted from the charred stick.

In that instant,

Shen Changqing directly detonated the remaining peak-level semi-saint Dao Yun within it. Although the power of this Dao Yun burst was not comparable to the power of the self-detonation of the Cassia Lord,

it was a pity.

Jiang Linyuan had already suffered heavy damage, his strength reduced to only one-tenth.

Now, affected by the Dao Yun power, his injuries were exacerbated.

“Puff!”

Jiang Linyuan’s flesh cracked again, and a large amount of immortal blood flowed from his broken body.

But before he could regain his balance, Shen Changqing arrived, shattering the void with a single step.

Star Evil Divine Body!

True Dragon Treasure Technique!

In an instant, Shen Changqing unleashed his full strength, the power of numerous Daoist supernatural powers flooding his being. Combined with the combined might of the Immortal Execution Sword Sutra, he unleashed a powerful punch.

“Not good!”

Jiang Linyuan’s face drastically changed. He could almost smell the aura of death before the force of this punch.

Immediately,

the leader of the Hidden Edge Sword Sect, risking serious injury, swung his sword, sending a piercing sword energy slashing down.

However,

Shen Changqing faced the blow head-on, not even attempting to retreat. His right fist launched with all its might, a terrifying Daoist aura erupting, transforming into an endless sea of blood and a mountain of corpses.

“Bang!”

The fist and sword collided, the piercing sword energy vibrating violently before, as Jiang Linyuan watched in horror, it shattered and annihilated bit by bit.

Finally,

this unstoppable force shattered the protective Immortal Qi and struck Jiang Linyuan fiercely.

At that moment,

Jiang Linyuan’s chest exploded.

His entire body was pierced by the punch.

Already severely injured, this blow inflicted even more damage, pushing the ancient Semi-Saint’s life force to the brink of extinction.

“You’re not an Immortal Emperor—!”

Feeling his own life force ebbing, Jiang Linyuan looked at Shen Changqing with a look of fear and disbelief. He

had always

assumed Shen Changqing was merely an Immortal Emperor. While he had a record of battling Semi-Saints, it was solely through external forces.

But only now did Jiang Linyuan suddenly realize that

the Heavenly Demon Saint’s strength was far greater than he had anticipated.

Even without the ultimate Semi-Saint’s protective treasure, his power had already broken free from the constraints of the Immortal Emperor and truly entered the realm of immortality.

The power of that punch

was simply beyond the reach of an Immortal Emperor.

Even some newly ascended Semi-Saints of immortality would pale in comparison to such might.

At this moment,

Jiang Linyuan could not help but understand that he had miscalculated.

I had misjudged the strength of this Heavenly Demon Saint Lord, and had already walked to the edge of the abyss.

One more step back,

and I would be dead without a burial place.