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The silk at the end of the needle shimmered with a faint light, like twinkling stars in the night sky, exuding a mysterious aura.
Intertwined among the silken threads were talismans meticulously drawn by Luo Yuheng. The runes on these talismans shimmered with a faint light, seemingly accumulating immense power.
Just then, the elder of the Witch God Cult, seeing that the situation was not good, suddenly offered up a blood sacrifice banner.
In an instant, the blood-red runes on the banner lit up, emitting a strong and evil aura, as if countless wronged souls were struggling in pain within it.
The aura spread rapidly, turning the surrounding air a dark red, creating a sense of oppression and fear.
A resolute glint flashed in Mu Nanzhi's eyes. She knew the power of the blood sacrifice banner, and if it was not stopped in time, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Without hesitation, she launched her attack. Under her control, the three hundred and sixty golden needles suddenly transformed into a flowing galaxy, flying rapidly towards the banner.
The golden needles moved incredibly fast, like shooting stars streaking across the night sky, leaving behind trails of dazzling light.
"The Big Dipper brings death, the Southern Dipper brings life—lock!" Mu Nanzhi's voice was clear and powerful, resounding throughout the entire battlefield.
As her voice fell, the golden needle shot precisely at the banner, firmly pinning it to the void.
The banner shook violently, as if struggling desperately to break free from the golden needles' restraints.
However, no matter how much it struggled, it could not get rid of it.
Under the suppression of the golden needles, the blood-red runes on the banner gradually dimmed, and the evil aura gradually dissipated.
The high priest realized that the situation was extremely unfavorable to him, and a hint of panic and determination flashed in his eyes.
In an instant, the green-eyed centipedes wrapped around him seemed to receive some kind of command and collectively self-destructed.
"Bang bang bang," the violent explosions rang out one after another, like a dense drumbeat, making people's eardrums ache.
With the explosion, dark green poisonous blood splattered everywhere, quickly condensing in mid-air and forming a three-zhang-tall image of a witch god in the blink of an eye.
Asking for flowers
This shaman god's image is hideous and terrifying, with bluish-black skin that looks as if it has been scorched by fire, covered with twisted patterns.
Its eyes, as large as copper bells, emitted a scarlet glow, revealing endless evil and cruelty.
Its mouth stretched to its ears, revealing two rows of sharp, yellowish fangs, as if it were ready to devour someone at any moment.
In its hands, it held various strangely shaped, chillingly evil magical artifacts, each covered with mysterious runes.
It exudes a chilling and powerful sense of oppression, seemingly proclaiming its rule and majesty to the world.
Wei Changxuan stared intently at the suddenly appearing image of the Witch God, his eyes showing no fear whatsoever.
He made a quick decision, transferring the long sword in his hand to his left and then grabbing the book from the ground with his right.
The book on the ground seemed to be in tune with his thoughts, turning slowly and automatically. The pages rustled as they turned, like an ancient incantation being chanted.
Just then, blinding bolts of lightning burst forth from the pages of the book.
Immediately afterwards, eighteen lightning dragons flew out, baring their fangs and claws...
Chapter 240 Battle! Thunder Rages!
These dragons were covered in dazzling lightning, and their scales shone like diamonds in the light.
They are enormous, each as thick as a bucket, and they meander and spiral in mid-air.
Bolts of lightning occasionally spewed from the dragon's mouth, accompanied by deafening roars.
They charged swiftly toward the image of the sorcerer god.
The roar seemed to contain the wrath of heaven and earth, intent on utterly destroying all evil.
"Thunder Pool, open!" Wei Changxuan roared again, his voice resounding throughout the entire Dharma assembly venue like a great bell. "Six, seven, three."
This roar contained boundless power, as if it were an ancient deity issuing a command.
As his shout faded, the floor tiles of the entire Dharma assembly venue shattered with a deafening roar.
It shattered into countless small pieces with a "crackling" sound, as if it had been crushed by an invisible giant hand.
After the floor tiles shattered, the foundation of the Nine Nether Profound Iron Array buried beneath was revealed.
These black irons exuded a cold aura, and their surfaces were covered with intricate runes, which together formed a powerful magic array.
The lightning that had absorbed the Rumble-Rumble Fruit displayed its true power at this moment.
Wherever the Thunder Dragon passed, the bronze corpse puppets were enveloped by powerful lightning.
Under the ravages of thunder, the bronze corpse puppets were like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, completely melting into molten iron.
The sizzling sound was the sound of metal melting at high temperatures, as if it were their lament before death.
The seemingly invincible image of the sorcerer god was gradually weakened by the siege of the eighteen lightning dragons.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wei Changxuan unleashed the Ninefold Thunder Blade, with each blade containing boundless thunder power slashing towards the Witch God's Dharma Image.
The sorcerer god brandished his evil magic weapon in an attempt to resist, but it was all in vain.
The power of the Nine-fold Thunder Blade was so great that it cleaved open the crown of the Witch God's Dharma Image.
With a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, the avatar of the Witch God instantly crumbled into a pile of fragments, dissipating into the air.
Only a speck of dust remained, swirling in the air, a testament to the end of this fierce battle.
"How is this possible!" The high priest's voice was sharp and mournful, filled with endless despair, echoing across the empty battlefield like the dying howl of a wounded beast.
Black blood uncontrollably spilled from the corner of his mouth, a crimson tinged with an eerie inky color.
Strands of sweat slid down his chin and dripped onto the ground beneath his feet, instantly turning the land black.
At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hair was flying wildly in disarray.
He exuded a crazy and twisted aura, as if he had been completely consumed by the fear and anger of defeat.
The high priest knew he was in dire straits, but he was still unwilling to admit defeat.
At this critical moment of life and death, he suddenly stretched out his hands and tightly grasped the human bone gourd hanging from his waist.
The gourd gleamed with a chilling, pale white light, its surface covered with mysterious and eerie runes.
Each rune resembled a pained, distorted face, appearing and disappearing in the dim light.
It seemed to be telling a story of untold secrets and endless resentment.
The high priest shook the human bone gourd violently with both hands, his movements frantic and rapid, as if he were racing against time.
As he shook it, a low, eerie buzzing sound emanated from the gourd, growing louder and louder.
It seemed as if countless wronged souls were struggling and howling within it.
Suddenly, a beam of eerie green light shot out from the gourd's mouth, and a natal Gu worm flew out from it.
This worm had an extremely peculiar and terrifying appearance. It had twelve pairs of transparent, thin wings.
Each pair of wings is as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it exudes a cold, metallic luster.
When its wings flap, the speed is so fast that it is almost impossible to see clearly. Each flap leaves faint, smoke-like corrosive marks in the void.
Wherever these marks passed, the surrounding space seemed to be forcibly torn apart by an invisible force, leaving countless tiny cracks.
These cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, and from within them peeked a bottomless darkness.
It seemed to connect to another unknown and terrifying world, exuding a chilling aura.
It seems that anything caught up in it will disappear forever, without a trace.
Chapter 241 Terrifying Lightning, Earth Collapses and Crashes!
The sun was high in the sky, a time that should have been peaceful and tranquil, but it was completely shrouded in a heavy atmosphere of death.
Wei Changxuan stood tall and imposing, his aura as sharp as a drawn blade.
His eyes seemed to be filled with an endless sea of lightning, the lightning dazzling, each flash containing a world-destroying power, as if it would burst his eye sockets at any moment.
The Blood Shadow Blade in his hand seemed to sense its master's surging, resolute fighting spirit, and became uncontrollable.
With a "whoosh," it suddenly slipped from my grasp.
The blade hovered in mid-air, emitting a series of humming sounds. The blood-red patterns on the blade shone under the lightning.
It emitted an eerie yet captivating light, as if greedily absorbing the energy around it.
Immediately afterwards, Wei Changxuan's hands transformed into a series of afterimages, moving rapidly at a speed that was dazzling to behold.
Ten fingers moved nimbly, each movement of the fingertips seeming to communicate with the mysterious forces of heaven and earth.
He quickly formed the Thunder Emperor Seal, which contained endless mysteries and immense power.
In an instant, it was as if the pores all over his body were activated as lightning sources, and countless tiny arcs of lightning, each containing terrifying power, shot out.
These lightning arcs, like agile silver snakes, roamed freely in the air, intertwining and frantically coiling, constantly colliding and merging.
They attract each other yet repel each other, making crackling sounds.
In the blink of an eye, these arcs of lightning converged at an astonishing speed.
In the end, a gigantic ball of lightning was formed, completely enveloping Wei Changxuan.
The lightning on the surface of the lightning ball resembled a boiling sea of lightning, constantly flashing and leaping, emitting a deafening roar.
It was as if an ancient thunder god had awakened from his slumber, angrily unleashing his power.
The sound rolled in, making people's eardrums ache, and the surrounding air was distorted and deformed.
"Ninefold Thunder Blade - Divine Night Calamity!" Wei Changxuan roared to the sky, putting all his strength into it.
This roar, like a thunderclap, shot straight into the sky, and the immense power contained in the sound caused the surrounding space to tremble.
As that roar subsided, the entire world seemed to be gripped by an invisible, powerful force.
A deathly silence fell instantly.
The wind stopped abruptly, as if it had been forcefully gripped by an invisible hand.
The clouds stopped moving, as if frozen in the sky;
The dust particles in the air were suspended in mid-air, no longer moving at all.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and all things in the world were in the face of this terrifying power.
They held their breath in terror, as if the whole world was awaiting the arrival of an apocalyptic catastrophe.
However, this deathly silence was merely a brief calm before the storm.