I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3994 - 1904: Falcon Rainbow (Part 2)

Chapter 3994: Chapter 1904: Falcon Rainbow (Part 2)

But…

“One is missing!”

Even the Spiritual Cultivators in the Exile Zone of the Holy Realm could see that this array was flawed.

Originally, there were ten Lords of the Ten Halls.

Just now, one was eliminated by Bazhun’an in one encounter.

This so-called Spirit Shifting Formation does not even sound like a defensive array. Now, with one array eye missing, isn’t this the greatest weakness?

A ghost array of Soul Capturing…

Bazhun’an is not actually well-versed in the Nine Swords Technique. Back in the day, to save some face for Wen Ting, he intentionally skipped a lot of lessons.

But this is compared to other sword techniques he has mastered, it’s a comparison with himself.

In general, in the Path of the Ancient Swordsman, he has of course mastered the essential “sword formation” and “stack injury” of the Nine Swords Technique.

Of course, at a glance, one can see that this “Spirit Shifting Ancestral Array” based on the Ten Halls of Yin Cao, is not a defensive array.

It is more inclined towards control and attack.

But on second thought, since the divine palace of Yin Cao in the Ghost Hall is the greatest defense, why would the Netherworld Army need to practice defensive arrays regularly?

And it’s not a defensive array at the Ancestral God Level, especially with an array eye missing…

Can this array withstand the symbiosis of the four forces from the Heavenly Unravel of Qingfeng?

“Boom!”

The Spirit Shifting Ancestral Array took shape.

Nine world-destroying astral winds slammed right into it without reservation.

For a moment, the Yin Cao was thrown into disarray, and even those far back in the Holy Realm Exile Zone were swept away by intangible forces.

Located within the array, the Judge of Death upon the coffin wobbled with fat quivering, flew backward on the spot, barely holding onto the blood-stained writing brush.

“Puff!”

Just the impact made the armor of the nine Lords of the Ten Halls crack with tortoise-like patterns, spilling soul blood, yet their faces showed joy instead of surprise or fear.

They can withstand it!

This Heavenly Unravel of Qingfeng, they can withstand it!

At this moment, the white-clothed monster wearing human skin ahead, the Netherworld Army no longer dared to treat him as a mere mortal.

With what he has shown…

To say the least, he possesses battle strength at the level of an Ancestral God’s residual will.

The Holy Emperor being defeated by him, dying under his sword is not shameful, as long as they can hold on, as long as the Lord of Fengdu sends more assistance, there is still a chance to turn the situation around.

The Black and White Twin Evils saw this too. Their saint’s will converged, determining that the Spirit Shifting Ancestral Array can hold off the world-destroying tornado for half the time it takes to burn one incense stick.

“Judge, quickly send a command, ask for the Lord’s assistance!”

After saying this, the Black and White Twin Evils gritted their teeth, withdrew from the divine palace rules of Yin Cao.

Then they solidified into entities, landing on the Ghost Hall where the Lord of the Hammer Hall ought to preside.

This is the weak point of the array.

Once Bazhun’an shifts his power point to penetrate the array, the Spirit Shifting Ancestral Array might not even hold for the time it takes to burn one incense stick.

The nine world-destroying tornadoes pounded the array like nine giant millstones, gradually wearing down the ancestral array’s spiritual light.

Light specks splashed and scattered.

“It’s holding…”

The scene narrated by Zhang Xing for transmitting the Path was distorted, with families of apricot trees moved by the disaster scenes in the Ghost Hall.

But, is this all there is?

Soon, someone pinpointed the crux of the issue with sharp insight:

“Isn’t the heavenly solution of a famed sword supposed to be Unity of Man and the Heavens? Why is it that after Qingfeng’s heavenly solution, Bazhun’an is still here?”

“The heavenly solution of the Crazy Eagle Sword, wasn’t he… no, even the heavenly solution of the Crazy Eagle didn’t make Bazhun’an disappear?”

“So, he has never completely unified with these famed swords through Heavenly Unravel, he merely liberated the inherent power that had been hidden by dust.”

“So, he can still move?”

“Multiple sword heavenly solution?”

White-clothed, standing in the void, behind him the sword wheel with nine swords stirred restlessly, with the Bewitching Demon having the heaviest killing intent being the most restless.

Not only the Five Domains Spectator realized this, but even the Netherworld Army seemed to see some clues, their pupils reflecting fear.

Fear, the seed of failure.

When Bazhun’an saw his shadow projected from their inner hearts through the eyes of the Netherworld Army, he knew the farce was over.

Just like then in the Eighth Palace, even Old Gou saw the Present Gods and Buddhas, and there was no turning back, let alone these who have only reckless forces but don’t know how to wield them.

The nine world-destroying storms continued to grind.

Within the Spirit Shifting Ancestral Array, the Lords of the Ten Halls on top, the Judge of Death, and Meng Po Granny within had no way out.

Bazhun’an looked ahead and smiled lightly:

“Mark the ground as a prison.”

With that, his eyes suddenly turned cold. Between the slight twitches of his lips, sword cognition flowed from his Indestructible Sword Body into the nine swords of the sword wheel behind him.

“Feihong Owl Moon, Wutong Reflecting Autumn… Go!”

He pointed forward with two fingers.

There was not even a need for the Heavenly Solution of a Famed Sword.

This time, what Bazhun’an executed was merely the basic bounded domain fusion from the Sword Observation Manual.

Nine streams of flowing light, like nine long rainbows, swept out from behind him, breaking through the sky. As the world looked up, the ancestral array’s scenery shifted.

Under the moon’s radiance in the high sky, for a moment, the intangible turned tangible, and the spirits of Fengdu’s army were rendered non-existent, their boiling consciousness waves laid bare.

Even at the Holy Emperor level, Fengdu’s army could naturally sense something was amiss. Just as they wanted to resist, the power of time enveloped them. For a brief moment, everyone saw themselves at the brink of death, their power drained, at life’s last moment.

This was indeed the last moment of life.

The nine rainbows severed the moonlight, leading to the disintegration of the Second World.

The last scene presented by the Fantasy Sword Technique was of golden wutong leaves, lonely and withering in the dreary autumn rain.

The lonely wutong silently watched the rain, the autumn leaves of Xiang Jiang withered in the wind.

“Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi…”

At the moment when the Spirit Shifting Formation reversed the tangible and intangible forms, the Nine Swords pierced through the nine Yamas, and the Point of Path shattered their consciousnesses.

In their hearts, fear surged, and their weakness was endlessly magnified by the Second World. During this extremity of weakness, the sword pierced their bodies, life instantly withered away.

The nine rainbows swept by, beheading the stunned Black and White Double Demons, decisively and cleanly.

When the swords returned to the sword wheel and the ancestral array was restored, it was already defenseless.

Nine world-ending tornadoes carried away the Death God power after the death of the nine Yamas and Black and White Double Demons.

Sweeping up the desperate Judge of Death and Meng Po Grandmother.

“No—”

Amid the mournful wails, Fengdu’s army was completely annihilated.

This mighty force came swiftly, but even after the entire encounter, not a single one of the twenty Holy Emperors could even touch the hem of Bazhun’an’s robe.

If they had not reached the high-level Holy Emperor realm, indeed, even at the level of a single “reckless force” they brought unavoidable pressure.

It was truly like a child wielding a long knife, capable of harm, yet mere child’s play!

“Gone, gone?”

“Like an ant trying to shake a tree, I finally understand what these words describe. I initially felt that the one with no chance was the Eighth Sword Deity… The Eighth Sword Deity, terrifying as such!”

“But they were Holy Emperors, right? From start to finish, they didn’t even get to showcase any ability, didn’t even use two spiritual techniques, and all of them died?”

“Crushed! They’re not even on the same level!”

“Fantasy Sword Technique, Nine Swords Technique, Heart Sword Technique, Swordless Sword Technique, Mo Sword Technique, Will Path, Ghost Path, Way of Space, Time Dao… This last sword from the Eighth Sword Deity… Heavens! What kind of sword is this? How am I supposed to learn this?”

Bazhun’an, with hands folded, beheaded the emperor, the nine swords of the sword wheel returned home, still reluctant, never fully satisfied.

The Five Domains were in an uproar; originally expecting at least a fierce battle, it ended so quickly with a one-sided slaughter feast.

Truly a mix of emotions.

But it’s always outsiders who stir up waves.

In the eyes of Bazhun’an, these were merely roadblocks, insignificant.

With only reckless force, not knowing how to battle, what use is Holy Emperor combat strength, Ancestral God combat strength?

He’s seen many geniuses.

Ye Xiaotian from Tiansang Spirit Palace was also a genius, the Way of Space was immensely powerful, yet in the past, he lost an arm at just one face-off, without even using a sword.

For a true combatant, combat strength is necessary, but battle consciousness is the crux of the matter.

The importance of Fengdu’s army is not even close to the pure power of the god of death unleashed by the nine world-ending tornadoes at this moment.

“Brother Hua, your turn now…”

Bazhun’an murmured softly.

Reaching this point, he had done his utmost.

Next, whether Hua Changdeng can test himself, whether his Sword Me can test him after completing the path, will depend on their true capabilities.

“Boom!”

The world-ending tornado collided straight with the Fengdu Gate first opened by the Black and White Double Demons, crashing directly inside.

Like a stone sinking into the sea.

Without a single echo.

The storm carrying the pure power of the god of death, once inside Fengdu Gate, only returned with three breezes.

“Xiu.”

The spiritual sword Qingfeng was sheathed, returning to its place.

The Dao Chain around Bazhun’an surged out, then was retracted back into his body.

Nothing much had happened, just nearing the point where the raging power within could no longer be contained.

He waited calmly.

He waited for three breaths, but there was still no response from within the Fengdu Gate, he could only let out a helpless laugh.

He raised his head.

With his eyes, he measured this vast divine palace of Yin Cao…

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