The Xifeng Great River was like an awakened ancient beast, madly sniffing the intertwined greed and killing intent on the shore.
"Slash—"
A disciple of the Supreme Sword Sect swung his sword, decapitating a rogue cultivator.
In the next instant, a sharp blade condensed entirely from the deep blue river water pierced through his heart from behind with extreme precision.
He turned his head with great difficulty.
A drenched, identical copy of "himself" was pressing against his ear, a remarkably cruel and sinister smile hanging on its lips.
"Your sword is too slow."
Countless identical "mirror-shadow inner demons," like evil spirits crawling out of hell, surged densely from the river water.
The scene instantly spiraled out of control.
The chaotic battle for treasure turned into a terrifying massacre where it was impossible to distinguish friend from foe.
You simply did not know if the fellow cultivator fighting alongside you a breath ago would suddenly tear you to shreds the next.
"Monsters! They are all monsters!"
A rogue cultivator whose left arm had been severed completely broke down.
He scrambled backward, crawling and rolling, his blood dragging a long crimson trail across the riverbank.
In his line of sight, he saw that towering figure in a green shirt, carrying a rusty iron sword, radiating a presence as reassuring as sunlight.
"Brother Mo! Brother Mo Bufan, save me—"
The rogue cultivator lunged toward Mo Bufan's feet with a tear-streaked face, as if grasping at his last straw.
Mo Bufan kept his head down.
Messy hair obscured his brows and eyes.
When he slowly raised his head, his originally handsome and gentle face was left with nothing but chilling cruelty and madness.
In those once-clear eyes, the black pupils had completely melted away.
Replacing them was a ghastly white that occupied the entire eye socket, with a dead, underworld-like blood-red at the very center.
The rogue cultivator's cries for help came to an abrupt halt, his entire body trembling like a leaf.
"Save you?"
Mo Bufan split his lips into a grin, revealing ghastly white teeth.
"Does a pile of excellent blood food deserve to beg this seat for help?"
"Crack."
The mottled rust on the surface of the rusty iron sword on his back instantly peeled off.
A blood-fiend aura, so thick it was nauseating, shot into the sky.
That was no iron sword at all, but a dark red, bloodthirsty bone sword pieced together from countless human finger bones!
"Pfft!"
The bone sword pierced through the rogue cultivator's heart without any resistance.
Mo Bufan did not pull out the sword. Instead, he formed an extremely bizarre and twisted demonic hand seal with one hand.
"Using the resentful blood of these fools scattered across the ground as the primer..."
A beast-like roar tore from his throat.
"Asura Blood Transformation Array, rise!"
This deeply hidden inheritor of the Blood River Sect, under the guidance of a Demon Venerable's remnant soul within his body, maliciously utilized the scalding blood of the fallen on the battlefield, combining it with the extreme Yin energy released during the tidal eruption of the Xifeng Great River.
He forcibly catalyzed this riverbank into a temporary, inescapable purgatory of the demonic path!
"Boom—!"
Scarlet blood mist erupted like a volcano, instantly shrouding a radius of a hundred zhang.
An extreme power of corrosion and dissolution filled every inch of the air.
Those injured rogue cultivators, Supreme Sword Sect disciples, and even the inner demons that had just crawled out and were massacring wantonly.
As long as they touched this layer of blood mist.
Their flesh and skin melted into thick bloody water at a visible rate, like boiling oil on a raging fire.
"Ahhhhh—"
Countless shrill screams echoed one after another within the blood array, resembling a living hell.
All the melted essence blood transformed into thousands of crimson blood threads, pouring endlessly into Mo Bufan's body.
He tilted his head back, his bones emitting popping sounds like roasting beans, his aura climbing steadily at a terrifying speed.
"The Purple Gold Sword-Washing Sand is mine... The essence blood of these Supreme Sword Sect fools is also mine... Hahahaha!"
However, at the very moment he descended into extreme madness.
A sudden change occurred!
"Clang—!"
A terrifying sword light capable of freezing even the dense blood mist brutally cleaved a horrifying ten-zhang-long rift into the Asura Blood Array.
Mo Bufan's blood-red pupils shrank violently.
Among the melted corpses and bones scattered across the ground.
Only the "mirror-shadow inner demon" that had replaced Lu Chen was not refined by the blood array. Instead, its entire body was wreathed in a trace of miraculous purple-gold flowing light.
In the exact moment it devoured its main body and touched the Sword-Washing Sand.
This inner demon not only completed the replacement but also instinctively absorbed a sliver of the suppression laws from the array's core!
"Die."
The inner demon Lu Chen spouted no nonsense.
Stepping on the muddy flesh and blood of his sect members, a bloodthirsty, maniacal laugh hung on his lips. His entire being transformed into a deep blue thunderbolt that annihilated all, thrusting his sword straight at the center of Mo Bufan's brow!
"Damn it! How could this thing borrow the power of the grand array's core!"
Mo Bufan's expression changed drastically.
In his sea of consciousness, an extremely ancient and furious roar exploded: "Fool! That is the suppression core of an ancient mighty figure! Quickly burn your essence blood, push the blood array to its absolute limit, and crush him to death!"
Mo Bufan fiercely bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of black blood containing his origin power onto the bone sword.
"Suppress for me!"
The sky-filling blood mist transformed into dozens of thick, blood-colored chains, madly strangling toward that deep blue sword light.
The purest sword intent and the foulest blood fiend aura engaged in an extremely tragic and brutal close-quarters struggle upon the muddy riverbank.
Flesh and blood flew in all directions, and sword qi ran rampant.
A large chunk of flesh was forcibly sliced off Mo Bufan's left arm, exposing the bone.
But the ferocity in the depths of his eyes erupted completely.
"Die for me!!!"
Risking the cost of forcibly enduring the inner demon's sword piercing through his lower abdomen, the bloodthirsty bone sword in his hand struck like a venomous snake leaving its hole. Carrying an extremely vicious demonic qi, it violently impaled the inner demon Lu Chen's heart!
"Thud!"
The bone sword's momentum remained unabated, firmly pinning the inner demon's body to the hard rocks of the riverbed.
The sword qi dissipated, and the inner demon let out an unwilling, silent roar, ultimately transforming into a puddle of deep blue water.
"Pant... pant..."
Mo Bufan knelt on one knee, gasping heavily for air.
Bathed in blood, his originally faded green robes had long been dyed dark red, making him look like a vengeful spirit crawling out of hell.
But he ignored the bloody hole in his abdomen where his intestines were spilling out.
His bloodshot eyeballs stared fixedly at the mud just inches away.
There, the Purple Gold Sword-Washing Sand was emitting a soft and mesmerizing halo.
"I won... In the end, I was the one who won..."
An extremely manic ecstasy bloomed on Mo Bufan's twisted face.
As long as he obtained this core and reshaped his Asura bloodline, every price paid would be worth it!
He tremblingly reached out his right hand.
His index finger was only a final inch away from that purple-gold grain of sand.
This was the absolute moment when he considered his layout flawless, and his mental defenses were at their most arrogant and lax.
Within this half-breath window.
Space did not produce the slightest ripple of spiritual energy.
A large, well-knuckled hand with rough, thin calluses reached out from the void's shadows without a trace of mortal presence.
Extremely elegantly, extremely steadily.
Before Mo Bufan's fingertip could touch it, the hand gently pinched that piece of Purple Gold Sword-Washing Sand.
Fourth Layer Dao Platform, Nether Shadow Evasion.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
