279: Chapter 279 Seven Fiends Immortal-Slaying Formation

In his hand, he was toying with a pitch-black bone spur. From its tip, dark green corrosive liquid dripped incessantly. Every drop that fell into the Void Realm pierced through, creating a deep, dark hole—capable of devouring light and corroding the Law itself.

This person was Supreme Elder Yingshi, who cultivated the "Bone-Eroding Shadow Dao." With his bizarre Divine Ability, he killed without form and stole souls without a sound.

To the south and north, a powerhouse stood guard on each side.

On the south side, a middle-aged man in golden robes bore a pair of Golden Peng wings that blotted out the sky. The wings shimmered with flowing light, and their feathers were as sharp as divine weapons; a slight tremor caused a sharp whistling sound that pierced the heavens and earth.

His gaze was as sharp as a heavenly blade. Wherever it swept, the Void Realm cracked inch by inch, revealing countless fine spatial fissures, as if the entire world were about to be sliced into fragments the very next moment.

He was the towering titan of the Golden Peng King lineage, Supreme Elder Jinpeng, whose speed was profound—an unmatched existence across the heavens and earth.

On the north side, a beautiful woman in palace attire moved with light, lotus-like steps. Her figure was graceful, and behind her swayed nine snowy-white fox tails. Each tail was adorned with starlike specks of light, eerie yet luxurious, resembling an exiled immortal beneath the moon.

However, in her soul-captivating, beautiful eyes, there was not a hint of tenderness, only cold, bone-chilling intent to kill—she was the Grand Elder of the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox lineage, whose illusionary Divine Ability was divine, capable of overturning heaven and earth and bewitching all living beings.

Above, the Void Realm cracked open with a roar. A hideous, dark green flood dragon head suddenly poked out, its scales menacing and flashing with cold light. A pair of vertical pupils, cold and ruthless, exuded the fierce and malevolent Qi unique to ancient Vicious Beasts.

The Dragon Might was vast, sweeping in all directions. Even the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi bowed in submission, and the surrounding space was pressed into collapse, inch by inch, by the Dragon Might.

This was the Old Ancestor Mojiao, who guarded the Forbidden Ground of the Heaven-Reaching River in the Myriad Demon Palace, an old monster who had lived for tens of thousands of years—his cultivation was unfathomable, and he had long since touched the threshold of the immortal path.

Below, the earth rumbled and suddenly rose. Countless ancient rocks and pitch-black demon bones burst through the soil, condensing into a colossal stone statue ten thousand zhang high.

Where the statue's eyes should be, two clusters of ghostly blue soul fire burned, flickering with dead silence. Its aura was as heavy as a mountain, as if it could suppress eternity and crush the heavens—it was the "Mountain Demon Venerable" guarding the Sect's ley lines, having merged its body with the earth, immortal and indestructible.

The last one appeared quietly in the ripples of the Void Realm not far behind Chu Changsheng. Her form was blurred and indistinct, as if condensed from billions of tiny insects, surrounded by a scalp-numbing buzzing sound.

This sound drilled deep into one's Divine Soul, capable of shattering one's consciousness, breaking the heart meridians, and even devouring the Nascent Soul completely.

She was the Grand Elder of the Insect Demon lineage, the Soul-Devouring Insect Mother—her insect-taming techniques were considered the best in the Demon Domain.

Seven Supreme Elders in the Undergoing Tribulation stage occupied the seven positions of southeast, northwest, above, below, and center. Their auras intertwined and entangled, forming an invisible net—instantly creating an unparalleled killing Formation!

As the Formation patterns flowed, the space where Chu Changsheng stood was completely locked and suppressed. Not even a trace of Spiritual Qi fluctuation could escape, and even the operation of the Dao became stagnant.

Under this terrifying pressure, the towering World Tree Manifestation's emerald light dimmed slightly. Its swaying leaves seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, unable to stretch—even the manifested phenomena of the Universe's birth and destruction became fragmented.

Such a lineup, looking across the entire Taichu world, was enough to easily destroy any top Sect and sweep across a region!

This was the true foundation that allowed the Myriad Demon Palace to stand firm in the Central Province and intimidate all races!

Supreme Elder Xuefen stepped forward. His voice was like grinding metal, harsh and unpleasant. His eyes, like blood suns, locked onto Chu Changsheng with chilling killing intent that almost condensed into physical blood blades:

"Fellow Daoist, no matter who you are, you have destroyed our mountain-protecting Formation, injured our Palace Master's grandson, and dared to run wild in the core territory of our Myriad Demon Palace… Today, I will surely make you destroyed in body and spirit, Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, and never be reincarnated—" "As a warning to others!"

Supreme Elder Yingshi's voice rang out sinisterly, drifting and uncertain, as if coming from all directions, carrying a hair-raising sense of greed:

"What a rich Origin of life… Is this the aura of the World Tree? You actually possess an Emperor Weapon… Tsk tsk, it seems you have obtained some incredible Legacy." "What a pity, holding a jade ring is a crime!" "Perfect, we will refine your Divine Soul and strip away your fortune to compensate for the losses of our Myriad Demon Palace—" "Nothing could be better!"

Supreme Elder Jinpeng slightly flapped his wings, and the Void Realm around him was instantly covered in cracks. He snorted coldly, his tone filled with impatience and violence:

"Why waste words with him? This brat holds supreme treasures and is a fat sheep delivered to our doorstep; how can we let him leave? Set up the Formation! Form the 'Seven Killings Immortal-Slaying Formation' and suppress and kill him directly!" "Do not give him any chance to catch his breath!"

Supreme Elder Nine-Tailed Sky Fox's beautiful eyes shifted, but her gaze was as cold as ten-thousand-year ice. She spoke slowly, her voice carrying a trace of unquestionable vigilance:

"Be careful. That sword strike of his just now was no small matter. His sword Dao is already close to the 'Dao' itself. Combined with the Emperor Weapon and the World Tree Manifestation, his combat power has likely already surpassed the ordinary Peak of the Undergoing Tribulation stage." "Everyone must go all out; do not be careless!"

Old Ancestor Mojiao let out a dull dragon roar that made the Void Realm hum. He said in a deep voice:

"Immediately awaken the Ancestral Weapon! Use the power of the Ancestral Weapon to suppress the might of his Emperor Weapon! We must absolutely not let him swing a second sword!"

The Mountain Demon Venerable's soul fire jumped violently, its voice rumbling like thunder, carrying an unquestionable certainty, as if pronouncing the death sentence for Chu Changsheng:

"The ley lines are locked, and the space is solidified. He cannot escape even with wings!"

In the buzzing of the Soul-Devouring Insect Mother, there was a sharp Divine Thought, which exuded bone-eroding greed that made one shudder:

"His Divine Soul… is very special, very powerful… I want to devour half of his Divine Soul—" "Refine his Origin!"

The seven Grand Elders' gazes met, and in an instant, they reached an indisputable, iron-blooded consensus.

They disdained to give Chu Changsheng any room for explanation, let alone even a shred of a chance to breathe.

Seven figures hung suspended in the air, their wide sleeves rolling like dragons in the howling gale. Their withered, stick-like fingers simultaneously pinched out profound and complex incantations, and in their aged voices, they chanted Yao Race incantations passed down from the primordial era.

This incantation was low and hoarse, as if seeping from the very bottom of an eternal abyss, wrapped in bone-eroding coldness, drilling into the bone marrow of everyone present—making one's whole body cold, and even the Divine Soul could not help but tremble.

"Seven Killings return to position, Demon Stars reflect in the sky!" "Slaying Immortals and slaughtering gods, eternity turns to emptiness!"

Seven shouts exploded simultaneously like thunder splitting the clouds, shaking heaven and earth violently, and even the Void Realm around the altar rippled visibly!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Seven earth-shaking roars followed in succession, and seven beams of Evil Qi of different colors and completely opposite attributes suddenly shot up into the sky from the crowns of the seven Grand Elders!

Red like the karmic fire of purgatory, burning through the Three Realms and Six Paths; cyan like the ghost fire of the netherworld, devouring souls and eroding spirits without end.

Black like an eternal abyss, devouring the sun, moon, and stars; white like the frost of the Nine Netherworlds, freezing the Law of the Dao…

Seven types of Evil Qi, each violent to the extreme, yet strangely following some principle of heaven and earth, crashed together at the summit of the firmament!

In an instant, the wind and clouds rolled backward, the sun and moon lost their light, and a bizarre starry sky covering ten thousand li of territory unfolded out of thin air above the Nine Heavens!

This starry sky had no clarity or vastness of a sea of stars, only suffocating silence and evil, as if it were a forbidden zone built from billions of withered bones.

Seven incomparably huge Demon Stars shone brilliantly in the starry sky, emitting heart-palpitating, evil light—scarlet, ghostly green, pitch black, pale white…

The seven-colored light of Evil Qi was like a reversed heavenly river, weaving into an airtight net of absolute killing, pouring down from the summit of the firmament, and completely shrouding Chu Changsheng and the sky-blocking World Tree Manifestation behind him within it!

This "Seven Killings Immortal-Slaying Formation" was one of the Sect-protecting killing Formations passed down through the ages in the Myriad Demon Palace!

This Formation was incomparably domineering; not only did it require seven Undergoing Tribulation stage powerhouses with perfectly compatible attributes and minds to activate it together, but it also required their own blood essence and Evil Qi as a guide—once formed, it was a battle to the death!

Since ancient times, this Formation had trapped and killed countless Human Race powerhouses at the Peak of the Undergoing Tribulation stage. There were even rumors that when fully activated, even a Half-Step Immortal would have to retreat—a moment of carelessness would result in the Divine Soul being completely destroyed and falling on the spot!

The moment the seven-colored Evil Qi light descended, the space around Chu Changsheng instantly twisted and solidified, becoming as viscous as an impenetrable ten-thousand-year swamp—even lifting a hand or moving a foot became incomparably difficult.