Chapter 414: Chapter 126: Blood Pupil Old Devil’s Gamble, the Final Moment!

The sky is filled with celestial thunder, fierce winds, and falling rain...

Underfoot is the collapsing earth, vines like venomous snakes ready to swallow people whole, and a sea of fire...

At this moment, even Blood Pupil Old Demon sensed the endless aura of death.

A bolt of celestial thunder descended, striking three feet in front of True Man Changchun.

True Man Changchun paused for a moment, then looked at Blood Pupil Old Demon, who was already struck by thunder, True Essence thrown into chaos, sustaining considerable injuries.

At this moment, True Man Changchun laughed.

"Haha, Blood Pupil... seems this time, luck is on my side!"

Indeed, within the Heaven and Earth Seven Killings Array, indiscriminate attacks know no target.

The only difference, perhaps, is luck.

It’s just about how much the killing intent locks onto...

And for Blood Pupil Old Demon, with Nascent Soul Perfection strength, his Nascent Soul True Form revealed undeniably, he suffered the greatest damage.

At this moment, True Man Changchun barely defended, madly consuming Blood Pupil Old Demon’s True Essence.

Preventing Blood Pupil Old Demon from escaping the array’s range.

"Changchun the Old Monster, you really want to die!"

At this moment, Blood Pupil Old Demon had no intention of continuing the fight, only wanting to quickly break through the array and flee.

In this array, his greatest opponent was the heaven and earth, not humans.

At this moment, like Blood Pupil Old Demon, Zheng Tianhe and True Man Wenshu were also trapped in a predicament.

In just half a moment, True Man Wenshu was already in a state of desperation.

True Essence Magical Power consumed more than half, Divine Soul in agony, and even his flesh body bore burn marks and knife-like scars, along with the smell of rainwater corrosion.

He clutched that Scroll Treasure, his eyes bereft of the previous composure.

"Madness, everyone is mad!"

"Isn’t living good? Why doesn’t anyone want to live?!"

As celestial thunder would once again fall between heaven and earth, fierce winds struck once more.

True Man Wenshu, locked by multiple killing intents, gritted his teeth, tearing a page from the Scroll Treasure in his hand.

The torn page transformed into a golden light shield, protecting True Man Wenshu’s flesh body within.

Yet, the killing intents were endless; how many more times could the Scroll Treasure in his hand withstand?

Compared to True Man Wenshu, Zheng Tianhe’s situation was equally dire.

At this moment, locked by multiple killing intents, his Protective True Essence was struggling to defend.

He had already used several Protective Treasures, and the Spirit Sword in his hand was missing a corner.

The difference was, Zheng Tianhe had abundant resources; he had many more methods to preserve his life.

Within this Heaven and Earth Seven Killings Array, he could still protect himself for a moment.

This time, the heavens seem to favor the Changchun Sect.

Within the array, indiscriminate killing intent was largely locked onto the three Nascent Soul True Men. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

In half a moment, less than thirty Foundation Establishment disciples of the Changchun Sect had fallen...

Blood Pupil Old Demon continued to fend off, his Netherworld Ghost Qi constantly being consumed.

Even though he was of Nascent Soul Perfection, his True Essence could not withstand such consumption.

Hence, after another half moment...

...

"Nephew Wang, I can’t hold on any longer, I’m leaving now..."

The speaker was the Supreme Elder of Changchun Sect, Qu Han.

At this moment, he was completely scorched, his breath weak, but he still bestowed his last bit of Magical Power to Wang Changchun.

"Junior Martial Uncle Qu..."

Tears rolled down Wang Changchun’s face again.

This Junior Martial Uncle Qu was a second-generation disciple of the Changchun Sect.

The youngest disciple of True Man Changchun, his cultivation had reached Nine Revolutions Golden Core.

Throughout his life, he lived in retreat, devoted to seeking the Dao, becoming one of the foundations of Changchun Sect.

But he knew he couldn’t break into the Nascent Soul Realm, his lifespan was limited.

Thus, he voluntarily guarded Changchun Sect, acting as the formation eye.

At this moment, upon his death, the power of the Vast Sword Array greatly diminished...

Of the more than a hundred disciples, most were already dead or wounded, leaving less than fifty struggling to hold on.

Even those surviving disciples were heavily injured...

But fortunately, by this point in the battle, Zheng Tianhe wouldn’t last much longer either.

True Essence in his Dantian was dwindling, Protective Treasures had been used in the dozens.

Even the three Spiritual Artifact Flying Swords were completely damaged...

...

"Han’Er..."

True Man Changchun, amidst the battle, felt the complete disappearance of Qu Han’s aura, and his whole body trembled.

In his Divine Sense perception, countless disciples’ auras had already dissipated.

Almost every ten breaths, a disciple fell.

Even True Man Changchun himself was heavily wounded at this moment.

The originally golden Nascent Soul had dimmed, a manifestation of Divine Soul power exhaustion.

But fortunately, Blood Pupil Old Demon’s aura was even more weakened.

As the strongest in cultivation within the array, Blood Pupil Old Demon was the primary target of the Heaven and Earth Seven Killings Array.

At this moment, only less than thirty percent of his Netherworld Ghost Qi remained, even his Nascent Soul had become somewhat illusory.

This moment, Blood Pupil Old Demon truly panicked.

Another bolt of celestial thunder fell, mixed with a fierce wind, intensifying his injuries.

Glancing around bewildered, it seemed all signs of life between heaven and earth had already vanished.

"Pfft~"

Blood Pupil Old Demon spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his aura further weakened threefold.

Seeing this, True Man Changchun couldn’t help but laugh heartily:

"Haha, Blood Pupil... seems this time, luck is on my side!"

Seeing the smug True Man Changchun, Blood Pupil Old Demon couldn’t help but retort:

"Changchun, what are you so proud of?"

"Look at your appearance, your hair and beard white again, face wrinkled, body emitting a foul stench..."

"Can you live to the next quarter-hour?"

After hearing Blood Pupil Old Demon’s words, True Man Changchun was entirely indifferent.

Within this short quarter-hour, he aged once more.

This time, he had truly reached the point of being spent of energy!

"Haha, as long as I live longer than you... even just one breath!"

True Man Changchun laughed aloud, charging at Blood Pupil Old Demon once more, life against life!

After a bout of entanglement, Blood Pupil Old Demon finally couldn’t take it.

He transformed into Nether Ghost Qi, rushing toward the sky, simultaneously shouting:

"True Monarch! I know you can see this!"

"Are you truly going to remain indifferent?"

"If I die... how can the great situation in Qing State be achieved? How will the crisis in the Spirit Realm be resolved?"

Blood Pupil Old Demon’s voice gradually turned hoarse, hysterical.

"Can you wait for the next century?"

The heavy voice drifted between this heaven and earth...

But yet, it received no response...

Only the continuous sounds of locking killing intents within the Heaven and Earth Seven Killings Array.

Thunder, wind, the crackling of trees burning in intense flames.

Blood Pupil Old Demon was unwilling; while avoiding the killing intents of heaven and earth, he shouted toward the sky.

"Fifty years, give me fifty years! I shall definitely unify Qing State!"

"This battle, I promise to kill billions of mortals, millions of cultivators! Definitely... will satisfy you!"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for the next fifty years? I know... I know I’m not irreplaceable!"

Blood Pupil Old Demon was struck by celestial thunder again, his Nascent Soul trembling, his eyes already bloodshot.

Yet he still shouted:

"But... but there’s no one more suitable than me!"

"If I die, the Nether Realm will be leaderless... even if you nurture a new Lord of the Nether Realm, it won’t be achieved in short time!"

After speaking, Blood Pupil Old Demon just quietly watched the sky.

No longer dodging as celestial thunder and fierce winds fell...

He was gambling, betting that he was valuable in the eyes of the Celestial Beings!

He was the Lord of the Nether Realm, a rare Nascent Soul Perfect Cultivator in the Human Realm.

Nether Realm received support, achieving such great power, those in the sky, invested decades of resources.

He was gambling, betting that those people wouldn’t want to lose so much investment.

Even if they had cultivated other Demon Cultivators...

Yet, he was the most suitable one.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed as though the storm had paused for a long while.

Finally, high in the endless skies, a vastly majestic voice sounded.

"Blood Pupil, you truly are in a sorry state..."