192: Killing all around

“What does he mean, daring to call us pigs and dogs! This is outrageous!” Chen Cuo’s strange attitude made Mo Wuying wary, but his insulting and foul words filled him with rage.

Without another word, a finger Sword Qi shot out. He was a Cultivator with a Golden Spiritual Root. Although he excelled in the Puppet Dao, he had begun cultivating this sword finger during his Foundation Establishment Stage and had never stopped. After Core Formation, its power had become earth-shattering.

An ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator would be dead or crippled from this strike, and because he heard Chen Cuo insult him, he was filled with extreme hatred and was determined to kill him with one blow.

A white light flashed and disappeared, hitting Chen Cuo in the blink of an eye, instantly shattering the Magical Artifact robe he was wearing.

A pulpy mass appeared on his chest, vaguely showing traces of flesh and blood, but it did not penetrate deeply. His Dragon Tiger Golden Body had already fused with the Formless Divine Demon, doubling his defense.

However, a Golden Core was a Golden Core after all; even a casual strike could cause him minor injuries.

However, something terrifying happened. The next moment, a verdant green aura flowed throughout his body, and his wound healed at a visible speed.

In the blink of an eye, he was as if he had never been injured, only his shattered clothes revealed an extremely perfect physique.

“What is that?!”

“Hmph!”

Chen Cuo snorted coldly, waving his hand, a strange Spell materialized a gray square that fell directly onto Mo Wuying’s head. His Puppets immediately stood still as if they had lost their minds.

Such a sudden change happened in an instant. The surrounding people only saw Great Master Mo point a finger, and when Chen Cuo failed to defend, they thought the matter was over.

But the next moment, Great Master Mo seemed to have lost his Soul and couldn’t struggle free.

Turning his head, Chen Cuo seized the initiative. He touched his right hand to his waist, and with his left hand, took out a palm-sized jade Talisman from his Storage Pouch, injecting magical power to activate it.

Everyone hadn’t reacted yet, especially Wang Anping. The reason he wanted to go back on his oath and have Great Master Mo seize the spiritual fire was naturally because he didn’t have enough money to buy the Ice God Pill; even selling the lightning-struck wood and burning flames wasn’t enough.

Seeing his beloved about to die, how could he endure it? He heard that Mo Wuying had a channel to buy Ice God Pills at a low price, but the other party specifically requested a spiritual fire in exchange.

That’s why he thought of this kind of empty-handed trick, because he had done similar things before.

With Mo Wuying making a move this time, it should have been a sure thing. However, before he could react, Mo Wuying instantly became dazed.

Chen Cuo, however, activated a jade Talisman. A sword shadow as large as a mountain directly slashed down, and the vast sword light instantly reduced him to dust.

His last conscious thought before dying was: “The attack of a Golden Core Cultivator, how could I be worthy?!”

And Chen Cuo realized at that moment that it was a waste; this attack should have been directed at Mo Wuying.

This jade Talisman was naturally the Protector jade Talisman given to him by Yuanyuan True Man. At that time, Yuanyuan True Man sent a message saying that this Talisman’s power was enough to slay a Late Stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. With such power, how could it only slay a Late Stage Foundation Establishment cultivator? Even a Middle Stage Golden Core would suffer a great loss. Using it on such a useless person was truly a huge waste!

At the same time, he also attacked with a blood-black Chain Blade in his hand. The blade had a Dragon Tiger imprint on it. Drawing the blade, the Saber Intent accumulated from nurturing the saber in its sheath poured out. The saber moved without a trace, its name was God Slaying.

When the saber light slashed out, there was no longer any color in the world. Among the clouds on Linglongzi’s side, the Cultivators looked dazed, as if they saw an ancient Divine Demon, wielding a saber and slashing down.

Especially the Late Stage Body Cultivator next to Linglongzi. Unlike ordinary Body Cultivators, this person’s Divine Soul was also quite powerful. However, after Chen Cuo’s saber slash, he was also shaken by the illusory Divine Demon shadow formed by the saber light.

Infinite brilliance, one saber makes heaven and earth mourn, slaying gods and slaying men.

Instantly, the Foundation Establishment Body Cultivator’s eyes lost all luster, and his body split into two halves from the middle. The dozen or so Cultivators behind him suffered the same fate.

Whether it was the body-protecting Spells they activated or their defensive Magical Artifacts, they were all useless and died in an instant.

Those Cultivators, like locusts and meteors, all fell to the ground in an instant, staining the entire sky red.

And the seven or eight Foundation Establishment cultivators in Great Master Mo’s team were already astonished and frenzied. Since they began to Cultivate, they had never seen Foundation Establishment cultivators as fragile as ants.

Even a Golden Core Cultivator would take some time to kill so many Foundation Establishment cultivators!

“He’s not human, he’s a demon!”

“Run, run!”

Most of the people here were Puppet Masters, and they all drove their Puppets, intending to escape the battlefield.

On Linglongzi’s side, Chen Cuo’s saber strike killed the opposing Protector Body Cultivator. The residual power of the saber light also affected Linglongzi; his Divine Soul and Physical Body should have shattered and died.

But in an instant, Linglongzi transformed into a cloud-like substance, avoiding the fatal blow.

However, Chen Cuo’s Chain Blade had the effect of slaying gods. Just as his Soul was about to collapse, a gray Puppet hanging on his chest instantly split into two halves.

A secret treasure of the Puppet Dao, the Substitute Doll, saved his life.

Linglongzi returned to human form, still feeling lingering fear. His face was extremely pale, and the shadow of death lingered. The terrifying saber light lingered in his mind.

He saw Chen Cuo staring at him again. How could he dare to hold back? With a raise of his hand, countless second-tier Talismans rained down frantically, with two beads of extremely faint spiritual light hidden among them.

These were Heavenly Thunder Pearls. Even a Golden Core Cultivator would not fare well if hit by one.

With Linglongzi’s frantic attack, some Cultivators in Great Master Mo’s team fled even faster, while others believed that the saber strike Chen Cuo had just unleashed was his ultimate move and could not be sustained, and that he must now be in a weakened state.

They turned back, using various Magical Artifacts, Talismans, and Puppets, recklessly bombarding Chen Cuo.

The Spell offensive was colorful and dazzling.

There were also various methods of confinement and slowing down to restrict his movement.

Chen Cuo stood there with a calm expression, watching these attacks, not dodging. The Heavenly Thunder Pearls flew the fastest, landing beside him and exploding with a roar, flames soaring into the sky.

A brilliant smile appeared on Linglongzi’s face.

Such an attack, even if his Master, Immortal Master Huang Feng, took it, he would be instantly blasted into dust.

Flames soared into the sky, and smoke permeated the air. But when the dust settled the next moment, everyone’s eyes were no longer filled with eager anticipation, but with endless terror; terror was spreading.

From the smoke emerged a figure five zhang tall, with black giant horns on its head, covered in black armor, with distinct angular blocks, and giant hands with terrifyingly sharp claws, as if it could tear demons apart. No, he himself was a demon.

Talent: Formless Divine Demon, Transformation into a Giant Demon Body!

“Run!”

Many Cultivators collapsed, including Linglongzi.

They thought of a junior Cultivator who dared to challenge him, who was actually more terrifying than a demon. At this moment, his liver and guts were torn apart.

The Xenomorph (Yi Zhong) Wind Spiritual Root granted him extraordinary flying speed, and he had also comprehended his own Divine Ability, Wind Escape.

The moment Chen Cuo revealed his form, he had already appeared at the very edge of Chen Cuo’s vision, and in the blink of an eye, he would be able to escape Chen Cuo’s sight.

Unfortunately, an instant is forever!

Divine Ability: Crane and Dragon Capture.

The Divine Ability, upgraded from the Fusion of repulsive and attractive forces, played a terrifying role in this instant. Linglongzi’s figure was instantly fixed, and he was rapidly sucked back, his face filled with terror.

Like a quail waiting to be slaughtered.

At the same time, two more hands grew from Chen Cuo’s abdomen. He touched his waist, and two crescent wheels fell into his hands. One flew towards the fleeing Puppet Master, and the other flew towards the Puppet Master who hadn’t fled.

Like boomerangs, like sickles cutting leeks, brilliant lives ended at this moment.

Their speed was less than half of Linglongzi’s, so of course they couldn’t escape Chen Cuo’s attack range.

Linglongzi watched this scene, his eyes immediately widening. He closed his eyes, chanted a Spell, and spat out a giant cauldron. This cauldron was no ordinary object; even just looking at it, one could see countless shimmering lights emanating from it, and a large expanse of yellow light enveloped Chen Cuo.

This object was actually a Magic Treasure.

As a Saint and a disciple of a Golden Core Immortal Master, how could he not have a body-protecting Magic Treasure?

This cauldron enveloped Chen Cuo’s entire body. Even with his current Physical Body, he felt a sense of pressure. This pressure not only acted on his Physical Body but also had other more profound effects, as if it was pressing down on his five senses, internal organs, brain, and Divine Soul.

But that was all. The giant cauldron whistled over, and Chen Cuo raised a hand, easily catching it. There was no change in his expression, only a relaxed and carefree look, as if what he was holding was not an oppressive giant cauldron, but merely a ball of cotton.

His other hand continuously manipulated the power of his Divine Ability. Linglongzi’s struggles had no effect whatsoever, and he was getting closer and closer to Chen Cuo. And the newly grown hand raised a fist.

It blasted out with a hum.

Limitless Strength!

Heaven and earth changed color, and the surrounding air exploded!

Space cracked, as if something was breaking, but then healed in the next instant.

Linglongzi saw the most terrifying scene of his life: a fist, like a meteor falling from the sky, tearing through the void barrier and landing on his body. A tremendous force came, crushing him into dust, just like the blood Dao demonic Cultivator from before, leaving no corpse, only a pile of dust.

The crescent wheels returned. At this point, all the Cultivators who had come to chase him down or take advantage, except for Great Master Mo, had all perished.

The battlefield was silent. Chen Cuo cleaned up the battlefield while waiting for Mo Wuying to wake up.

He had trapped Mo Wuying simply to avoid interference while dealing with the small fry, and also to prevent him from escaping.

After all, he wasn’t confident that if a Golden Core Cultivator couldn’t defeat him, they definitely couldn’t outrun him.

And the Spell he used was precisely the confinement array he had comprehended from the Longitudinal Chess World. Since he didn’t have the Longitudinal Chess World with him, he couldn’t directly imprison a Golden Core.

However, due to the System, he had combined the two Daos of confinement and illusion, forming a special Spell. The effect of this Spell could directly act on a Cultivator’s Soul, imprisoning their Soul in an illusory chess game. Only by solving the chess game could they escape.

And this chess game was naturally set by him—the classic match between the world’s greatest chess player and the greatest AI intelligence in his previous life.

Generally, people unfamiliar with the Dao of chess would not be able to win. This Spell already possessed the power of a Divine Ability, but it could only be used on Cultivators with weak Divine Souls. If he faced a Nascent Soul Cultivator, he would probably be able to break free from the chess game with absolute power.

“Release!”

With a snap of Chen Cuo’s fingers, Great Master Mo instantly broke free, then sweat profusely and gasped for air.

He had a clear understanding in his heart: “If I can’t break free again, I will truly be trapped here for life, becoming a living dead!”

And when he recovered, he saw the situation around him. Aside from the Puppets still quietly standing beside him, there were no other figures around, except for the corpses!

He then saw Chen Cuo’s demon-like body.

“You, you are a devil!”

“Heh, Great Master Mo, you jest. Weren’t you the ones who wouldn’t let me go first?”

“Great Master Mo, I invite you to play a game. The wager is whether you can withstand one of my strikes?”

“If you win, I’ll let you go!”

The moment Chen Cuo finished speaking, he ignored Mo Wuying’s changing expression. He opened his mouth and spat out a dark short staff, which landed in his hand. The staff grew with the wind, and with a few shouts of “Big! Big! Big!”, it became thicker than a doorpost, a full forty meters long.

With a single sweep of the staff, Mo Wuying’s face turned pale, and he frantically fled, commanding countless Puppets to rush forward, only to briefly impede the staff’s attack speed.

But it was useless. Whether they were Early Stage Foundation Establishment or Middle Stage, or even two Puppets with Late Stage Foundation Establishment strength, they instantly exploded into countless fragments when they brushed against the staff.

Mo Wuying’s flying speed was far inferior to Chen Cuo’s. He was caught up and smashed into dust by a single strike!

However, unlike Linglongzi and the other Cultivators, at the moment of Mo Wuying’s death, a gray Soul suddenly appeared.

The Soul was first stunned, then immediately looked at the Void Realm in front of it, sensing its dissipating Physical Body, and understood the whole situation. It stared intently at Chen Cuo.

Then.

He unhesitatingly rushed towards Chen Cuo. Chen Cuo felt a slight helplessness. He had intended to finish him off with the God Slaying Chain Blade, but he unconsciously thought of something amusing and immediately lowered his guard.

“Your body, it’s mine now.” Mo Wuying grinned menacingly, then shot directly towards Chen Cuo’s glabella, immediately plunging into his Soul Sea.

This was precisely the Divine Soul Possession that only Golden Core Cultivators could achieve. Possession was not easy and had natural limitations: one’s cultivation had to be above Golden Core, one had to Cultivate Divine Sense, and one could only possess Cultivators of a lower Realm than oneself, with a limit of three attempts.

Furthermore, there could be no rejection reaction between the body and the Divine Soul, otherwise it would all be for naught.

However, for Mo Wuying at this moment, there was nothing to dwell on. His Physical Body had already disintegrated, and he was about to die. Possessing such a demonic body as his new Physical Body would make his Immortal Dao path smoother, and he could also take revenge along the way. It was a joyous occasion with multiple benefits.

He hadn’t considered how powerful Chen Cuo’s Divine Soul was. After all, Chen Cuo was only a Foundation Establishment cultivator. He assumed Chen Cuo had a special Bloodline to possess such a powerful physique.

He was a Golden Core after all; how could he possibly lose?