bookcurios Chapter 2048
Chapter 2048
The Crimson Lotus Karmic Fire is no ordinary flame; it is a extinguishing fire that can penetrate the flesh and scorch the soul. Once touched, it will burn the soul to ashes. But what Chen Xuan wants is a complete soul to temper the foundation of the Thousand Evils and Myriad Souls Banner and nourish the innate sharpness of the Northern Darkness Divine Sword.
Therefore, this nebula battle was destined to have no way out from the very beginning. Every confrontation required the utmost effort and careful consideration, aiming to both severely damage the enemy and leave them with a sliver of hope.
In the void, the crimson lotus fire and the eerie black mist collided repeatedly, and the resulting energy ripples caused the surrounding stars to tremble slightly.
The howls of eerie creatures rose and fell. Seeing that the white-haired youth was like a god or demon descending to earth, and that he had fought for months without losing his strength, they simply abandoned their methods and drove their hordes of creatures to rush forward one after another.
In their eyes, no matter how powerful this extraterrestrial demon was, it could not withstand the depletion of endless troops.
But no one expected that this war of attrition would last for a whole year—Chen Xuan's black clothes were stained with blood, and the frost of the battlefield clung to his hair, but his hand holding the sword remained as steady as a rock. Until one day, he keenly sensed that the ferocious aura carried by the approaching black shadow had thinned by more than half.
The number of strange creatures on the void battlefield has visibly decreased, and even the oppressive, chilling aura that blots out the sky has weakened by three points.
Chen Xuan understood: the strange race in this nebula had already exhausted its top combat power.
As expected, after another month of stalemate, the invading enemy no longer had the previous Mahayana Realm experts, but only remnants of the Nascent Soul Realm, occasionally mixed with a few unstable Void Realm demons, swaying like candles in the wind.
"Hahaha! Finally exhausted?" Chen Xuan threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter shaking the void and causing ripples. He flipped his palm, and the dark red lotus flames suddenly surged, sweeping out like a wildfire.
In the sea of fire, every red lotus was frantically consuming and spitting out the power of burning souls. Those weak primordial spirit realm and anti-void realm strange creatures did not even have time to scream before they were enveloped by the flames and annihilated without a trace, leaving only wisps of pure soul energy drifting towards the Thousand Evils and Myriad Souls Banner behind them.
After this battle, any strange creatures that dared to step into the void battlefield looked at Chen Xuan with a deep-seated fear in their eyes, and dared not even get close.
But Chen Xuan's eyes remained unmoved—he clearly remembered the ruthlessness of these demons when they slaughtered human sects. The eight words "Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts" were already engraved in his Dao heart.
With a flick of his finger, the blood cloud behind him, which covered almost half of the nebula, slowly surged and spread like thick ink, enveloping half of the vast nebula below.
With a hissing sound, countless jet-black chains shot out from the blood-red clouds, piercing the depths of the stars below like venomous dragons. The barbs at the ends of the chains gleamed with a cold light, specifically targeting places where the aura of living beings was hidden.
Chen Xuan closed his eyes tightly, and poured all his spiritual power into the Blood Cloud Array and the Thousand Evils and Myriad Souls Banner. He wanted to drag out all the fish that had escaped the net and were hiding in the cracks of stars and deep in the core of the earth!
Whoosh! Wave after wave of primordial spirits and essences were absorbed by the Thousand Evils and Myriad Souls Banner, while six Northern Darkness Divine Swords floated around it, their patterns glowing with a ghostly blue light as they devoured soul energy.
The killing intent emanating from Chen Xuan grew increasingly intense. The fierce resentment that the six divine swords couldn't absorb in time condensed into a swirling black ball of light around him, interspersed with countless mournful howls, attempting to erode his Dao heart.
But Chen Xuan remained unmoved, his mind as cold as iron forged over ten thousand years, and no matter how the resentment roared, it could not shake him in the slightest.
While he used his own spiritual power to refine the divine sword, he also guided his soul energy into the weapon. The pressure of the Northern Darkness Divine Sword rose steadily during this process of plundering and tempering.
The small pagoda floated above his shoulder, its body shimmering with ancient golden light, and its tip occasionally emitted wisps of Daoist energy that touched Chen Xuan's brow.