Chapter 487: Zhao Changhe's First God-Slaying

Chapter 487: Zhao Changhe's First God-Slaying

Zhao Changhe had no idea who was helping him so much, and could only instinctively attribute it to the Blind Man.

This help was immense!

These scattered sword energies that pierced through his body, according to the cultivation method of the Bashan Sword Hut, were meant to be guided and circulated internally. Previously, Shi Wuding could spit out sword energy from his mouth because he had nurtured sword energy within his body, making it a hidden trump card.

If nurtured well, every move and gesture would become sword energy—that would be the legendary Innate Body-Breaking Invisible Sword Energy. Even a single drop of blood spilled would be a sword.

Shi Wuding was only half a step away from this.

In other words, if he could withstand these sword energies circulating within his body, he wouldn't need the Blade Grass. The Blade Grass was merely used to generate and condense sword energy.

Different cultivations meant different paths. Originally, Zhao Changhe truly couldn't control these sword energies or guide them. But now that they had been weakened countless times, wasn't this the perfect opportunity to try guiding them for his own use?

He already had sufficient sword intent; he knew exactly what to do...

Zhao Changhe quickly turned his gaze inward, guiding the scattered sword energies into his limbs and bones, merging them with his flowing blood, blood energy, and killing intent, refining them meticulously—this was the body-tempering process that Li Shentong had hinted at.

Ordinarily, no one could do this, but under the premise of the Jun Tian Blood Jade's bloodline transformation, which was thick and unyielding, it was precisely possible. The body-tempering requirements guided by the Heavenly Book were indeed absolutely standard.

In Zhao Changhe's own perception, it felt like a long time. He could sense his flowing blood becoming incredibly sharp, as if billions of blood swords had converged into a single stream of blood, coursing through his body. Meanwhile, the killing intent floating above it turned into threads of sword energy, shuttling back and forth.

By the time Zhao Changhe felt slightly accustomed, the sword energies began to grow stronger again. The curse effect had passed, and the energy was restored.

After guiding and incorporating them into his blood and qi, the surging sword energies, no matter how strong, could no longer pose a threat, because they had become part of his body.

The second stage of the Blood Rakshasa Body, perfected.

The gate of the second secret treasure burst open with a crack, and Zhao Changhe could already see the scenery behind it.

In truth, it was simple—he had long expected it: once his internal true qi cultivation caught up, it would break through. But at this moment, it was incredibly clear; he could feel that final step right there.

The secret treasure wasn't that mysterious. In essence, it was still called the "Human Body Secret Treasure," still playing tricks on the body itself. But these tricks were more individualized than the original acupoint barriers. Everyone's path might differ, making it impossible to form a unified standard. That was why Zhao Changhe had once felt lost between the first and second secret treasures, but now he had finally found the path.

Exploring the secret treasure was a matter for later... Zhao Changhe opened his blood-red eyes. The war at this very moment was what couldn't be delayed.

He felt that the body-tempering process had taken a long time, but in reality, it was very fast. The human blood circulation cycle takes only about twenty seconds, and with his current physique, it took only a few seconds. This time was quite long in the midst of battle, but fortunately, there was still some distance before the Blood Ao charged into the crowd.

Zhao Changhe put away the Queque, pulled out the bone sword, and thrust it heavily into the extremely fine gap in the Blood Ao's skull.

The originally vast and surging power, like a river in flood, condensed into a tiny point at the sword's tip—the ultimate compression and sharpness. A wisp of sharp sword energy howled in, successfully penetrating the Blood Ao's bone.

The Blood Ao suddenly let out a earth-shattering scream. It wasn't the pain of having its skull opened.

The soul of the Buddhist Venerable was naturally incompatible with this Blood Ao body. Normally, it was fine, but it happened to encounter the Spirit Clan's Beast Soul Saint, who was exploiting that flaw, desperately stirring and fighting for control of the Blood Ao.

Yue Hongling had pried open the spiritual platform, allowing the Corpse Demon to merge in and directly seize the body.

Zhao Changhe broke open the crown of the head, destroying the internal closure, further severing the already mismatched body and soul. A stream of black energy shot straight out of the brain—a sign that the soul had been forcibly expelled.

The black energy rushed straight at Zhao Changhe's face, seemingly attempting to seize his body instead. Zhao Changhe swiftly pulled out a talisman and slapped it on.

The black energy let out another miserable howl, transformed into a black light, and fled into the gap of the Sacred Mountain, disappearing from sight.

Zhao Changhe had no strength to pursue. His limbs weak, he clung to the Ao's head, barely managing not to fall, and could only watch the black energy enter the Sacred Mountain.

The opponent had clearly planned for the Heavenly Book long ago, and had already arranged how to enter... But it didn't matter. Before, he couldn't deal with you, but when it comes to the struggle for the Heavenly Book, there's a Blind Man who will take care of you.

Yue Hongling flew to his side, quickly supporting the tottering Zhao Changhe: "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine..." Zhao Changhe looked down coldly at the Ao's head: "Let's see if it's alright..."

The Blood Ao was still screaming in agony—it was the result of another soul merging with its body. The Corpse Demon's soul thought had already reached Zhao Changhe's soul sea: "Thank you for disregarding life and death to drive away the bald monk and send me this sacred body... As repayment, I'll leave you a whole corpse... Haha... hahaha..."

The laughter was still echoing when Zhao Changhe flipped his hand and threw another sword pellet into the Blood Ao's mouth.

"???" The laughter stopped abruptly.

"I know how to guide sword energy, but I still can't withstand this chaotic sword energy. The Blood Ao's body can't guide sword energy, and neither can you. Let's see how it handles this passionate outburst." Zhao Changhe said wearily in a low voice: "The Blood Ao's shell is very hard, but I doubt its belly is as hard."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and the next second, ten thousand swords pierced through the Blood Ao's abdomen.

What was worse than what Zhao Changhe had endured earlier was that even if Zhao Changhe couldn't suppress it, he could still do some basic sorting—at least the sword energy would rush outward through the body surface, not randomly stab into the heart. But neither the Blood Ao nor the Corpse Demon had any understanding of this. Moreover, the Blood Ao's body structure was vastly different from a human's. The sword energy, following its original path according to blood circulation, was equivalent to random chaos for the Blood Ao.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!" In an instant, the Blood Ao's internal organs were shredded into pulp by countless sword energies, leaving not a single intact organ.

The newly seized Blood Ao body crashed to the ground with a thud, motionless, as if it had been "poisoned" to death by the sword pellet.

Black energy once again escaped from the broken crown of the head.

The Corpse Demon was frantic. Its entanglement with the Blood Ao had not been easy, and now it was much weaker than before. And now the body was dead.

Dead or not, wasn't Zhao Changhe even weaker now? Couldn't it seize his body?

Just as it emerged from the Blood Ao's crown, it was met with a talisman plastered right there, and in front of it was Zhao Changhe's icy gaze.

Beside him, sword light flashed. Yue Hongling, who had understood everything, raised her Dragon Emperor Sword, and a brilliant golden light struck straight down.

"No! You're burning the bridge after crossing the..." The Corpse Demon let out a miserable scream. The black energy steamed away bit by bit, forming a twisted human face, before slowly dissipating into nothing.

It died without understanding how Zhao Changhe had prepared the talisman so early, as if he had been waiting to deal with these two vengeful souls.

Sisi had just arrived from the distant Sacred Mountain, flying over: "How are you?"

Zhao Changhe collapsed weakly on the turtle shell. Yue Hongling, also exhausted, leaned against him. The two sat together, both smiling: "We seem to have killed your true Ancestral God. We might need to run for our lives soon."

Sisi couldn't be bothered to look at their intimate posture. She quickly took out two pills and fed them to the pair: "Killing the Blood Ao... it depends on how you spin it. If I help you boast, then this is something only a true Holy Envoy, following divine decree, could accomplish."

She paused, lowering her voice: "As for that soul just now, it was evil, wasn't it?"

Zhao Changhe gave her a deep look, and finally relaxed. Exhaustion washed over him, and he fainted.

Sisi silently watched his blood-soaked body, his sacred form riddled with wounds from the chaotic sword energy... She couldn't imagine how Zhao Changhe had managed to persist through the subsequent battle, remaining calm enough to make all the right decisions.

Her peach-blossom eyes finally misted over with genuine tears, threatening to spill.

Yue Hongling lay sprawled lazily beside her: "Take us to heal. Whatever schemes you have, we'll discuss them later."

Sisi said apologetically to Yue Hongling: "I'm sorry, Sister Yue. You've helped so much, and I..."

"No need to apologize..." Yue Hongling said lazily: "After all, I've played with you too."