Chapter 917: Worse Than Hell

The Black Ink Painting's voice was rampant and fierce.

The true Ink Painting, however, was pale, his gaze panicked. He seemed to genuinely want to deceive this "blackened" version of himself, but he didn't think things would fundamentally develop according to his plan. "Black Ink Painting" was truly desperate to fight him.

Ink Painting turned to escape, but with "the same source," this small trick naturally couldn't escape "Black Ink Painting's" eyes. Its pupils were pitch black, demonic energy surged, and an evil sword shuttled, weaving into a complete Dao prison, directly suppressing Ink Painting from the air. Evil Fetus Shocking God Sword!

"Want to run? Too late." Black Ink Painting laughed coldly.

Ink Painting had used the Shocking God Sword style to suppress the Three-Grade Divine Skeleton, forcing it to duel with his own sword. Now this move was also used by Black Ink Painting to deal with himself. Ink Painting tried several times but couldn't break free. Finally, he sighed and resigned himself to fate, raising both hands above his head.

Under duress, he had to engage in a life-or-death battle with his blackened "self."

Ink Painting's expression was solemn. Between his hands, a sword array was constructed, sword forms condensed, the Five Elements flowed, fusing into one, turning into a sharp divine thought long sword. It was exactly the "Chop God Sword" he had just used to sever the Three-Grade Divine Skeleton.

But opposite him, the "Black Ink Painting's" Chop God Sword was exactly the same as his. Not only that, but because evil energy was added, its momentum was even superior. Ink Painting gritted his teeth, continuing to fuse the ancient and profound Taixu Sword Intent.

"Black Ink Painting" laughed coldly. Exactly the same, it also fused the Taixu Sword Intent between its hands.

On the blackened "Chop God Sword," for a time, killing intent surged, wronged souls flew, and its power rose another level. Two "Chop God Swords" opposed each other from the air.

One black, one righteous; one strong, one weak.

Ink Painting was at a disadvantage, his expression becoming more and more tense.

"Black Ink Painting" gazed at Ink Painting, appreciating the panic, flusteredness, and despair on Ink Painting's face.

However, it didn't appreciate it for too long. The "despair" on Ink Painting's face completely disappeared. Replaced by a trace of cunning smile... this smile...

The evil fetus was startled, its expression gradually changing. A chill surged up in its heart, its pupils gradually widening. "You... what are you smiling at?"

Black Ink Painting's voice held a touch of inexplicable unease.

"Actually," Ink Painting was no longer the wretched figure from before, the smile on his face growing brighter, "I am the same as you, waiting for this moment, and I have waited for a long time... When the Dao Stele existed, you didn't dare to come out."

"Only when I fought the strong enemy until I was completely exhausted, could you possibly stake everything and fight me desperately."

"Then what?" Black Ink Painting said in a hushed voice. It didn't realize that its tone trembled slightly. "I am you, and you are me. I understand you like the back of my hand. Things have reached this point, what other tricks do you have that can kill me?"

As Black Ink Painting finished, its pupil involuntarily shrank.

Then it watched with wide eyes as Ink Painting's temperament gradually changed.

"This sword is specially left for you. I am even reluctant to use it to chop others..." An icy, dead silent, empty breath spread open.

At the same time, Ink Painting's expression was solemn as he began to display the true, ultimate style of "Chop God Sword." He first chopped himself, chopping off emotions and desires.

His face became cold, heartless, void, and ethereal, as if he no longer had human joy and sorrow, but only Heaven's absolute emotion.

Supreme Chop Emotion Dao.

This Dao fused into the sword dao. The Chop God Sword in Ink Painting's hand also surged further. On the basis of the original ancient and grand Taixu Sword Dao origin, it again fused a profound, void black, as if from outer space. The two phases intertwined, then casting a "Chop God Giant Sword" that flowed with luster but was also as dim as chaos.

This "Chop God Giant Sword" was several times larger than Ink Painting himself. When lifted, it was as if holding up a Heavenly Sword. Black and white intertwined, with gold winding around its body. Ink Painting, with a mortal form skeleton, was for a moment like a Heavenly God or Demon.

"Heaven... Heavenly Demon Chop?!"

Black Ink Painting was incredulous, its gaze terrified, roaring in shock: "How can you walk the Heavenly Demon Dao?!"

"Why can you even learn the Heavenly Demon Chop? What exactly are you?!"

Ink Painting, holding the Heavenly Demon Chop God Giant Sword, was like a heartless god or demon, indifferently gazing at this blackened evil fetus hatched from his divine soul. The Taixu Chop God Sword aimed to chop the small self.

The Supreme Chop Emotion Dao aimed to chop evil desires.

Today, he wanted to chop off this "evil self," achieve the Chop Emotion Dao, and cultivate the true, unparalleled Chop God Sword of the world! The "evil fetus," regarded by Ink Painting as a Great Dao straw dog and a sacrifice product of the sword dao, suddenly felt a fierce life-and-death warning sign in its heart.

"This damned little beast, he even deceived 'me,' even calculated 'me.' Everything was a plan he set up." "He calculated everything..."

"What kind of demon-like monster is this, with a heart and intelligence close to a demon!" "No, I cannot let him chop it out..."

"Black Ink Painting" bit its teeth fiercely, pouring all its evil power into the blackened Chop God Sword, then striking first, chopping down fiercely. "Kill him, and I am 'Ink Painting'!"

But it was already too late.

Ink Painting, using his own sword array as a base, fusing the Taixu Sword Intent, and penetrating the "Chop God Giant Sword" of the Heavenly Demon Chop Emotion Dao, had already completed its activation. Black Ink Painting's sword chopped down first.

But Ink Painting's giant sword arrived later.

For a time, it was as if heaven and earth collapsed, mountains and rivers cracked. Majestic sword intent, surging sword energy, as well as the complex and hard-to-describe ancient sword dao and Heavenly Demon Emotion Dao within, completely fused into one, like a long rainbow piercing the sun, pouring down.

This single sword crushed dry weeds and smashed rotten wood.

"Black Ink Painting's" blackened Chop God Sword was instantly chopped broken by Ink Painting's even larger Chop God Sword, shattering inch by inch, turning into divine thought dust. Then the sword light, as if a river bank had burst, continued to gallop down. The vast and unstoppable sword energy chopped towards Black Ink Painting's body.

"Black Ink Painting's" pupils widened, its face full of shock. It wanted to resist, to struggle, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, fundamentally powerless. Finally, it was swallowed by the sword energy, thoroughly annihilated in the Taixu Chop God Sword, in the flood-like sword light...

Using the array to turn into a sword, fusing the Taixu Sword Dao, comprehending the Heavenly Demon Chop Emotion, chopping and killing the evil self, casting the true Chop God Sword style! With this sword chopped out, the ultimate sword style of the Taixu Divine Thought Turn Sword True Secret · Chop God Sword was finally cultivated to success!

Ink Painting held the huge Chop God Sword, feeling only that the person, the sword, and the dao were merged into one. Between this heaven and earth, there was nothing that couldn't be chopped! People could be chopped, emotions could be chopped, desires could be chopped.

Ghosts could be chopped, demons could be chopped, devils could be chopped. Even gods could be chopped! The instant the Chop God Sword Dao was achieved.

Taixu Sect, Back Mountain Sword Tomb.

Broken swords buzzed one after another. The sword intent of the dead sword cultivators turned into white smoke, curling up, connecting with the clouds and mist between the mountains. Dugu Old Ancestor, who had just closed his eyes to nurture his spirit and self-sealed his inner demons, fiercely opened his eyes, his expression shocked.

The sword tomb had again appeared with an anomaly.

Remnant swords cried in the lonely tomb, sword energy turning into white smoke. And unlike before, this time it was even more obvious, the momentum even grander. This was a sign of the revival of the sword dao in the Taixu Sect.

If before, Dugu Old Ancestor might have been gratified and joyful, but now, besides the shock in his heart, it was mixed with unease and fear. Others perhaps couldn't see or hear, but he could.

He could clearly see that not only was white smoke born in the sword tomb, but also illusory, strange Nine Heavens Demon Shadows that ordinary people couldn't see. At this moment, Heavenly Demons danced wildly, and demon sounds poured into his ears.

These Heavenly Demons were celebrating, rejoicing wildly, sending out terrifying, unpleasant, yet heart-charming cries. Someone had learned their dao.

Someone had become the bridge connecting with the dao, becoming their "anchor point" in this world, becoming another demon god fetus possessing magical powers in this world. Ink Painting's innocent appearance floated in Dugu Old Ancestor's mind.

Dugu Old Ancestor seemed to age several decades instantly, his back figure desolate, revealing sorrow. "What a good child..."

"Everything is already too late, cannot turn back..." "Blessing and disaster are intertwined. In the end, I was wrong..." In the Sea of Consciousness.

The aftershocks of the Chop God Sword dissipated.

Ink Painting looked at the scene before his eyes and frowned.

"Black Ink Painting" was chopped, its divine thought shattered, its origin severed, but it didn't die. It seemed its origin had vitality surpassing the ordinary.

But after being chopped and killed, the evil fetus no longer had a human form, only a mass of black fog, beating like a heart, as if a true "embryo." It was still trying to repair its injuries.

But the Taixu Sword Intent, passed down for a long time, had a sword intent that was too sharp, causing very deep injuries.

And the Supreme Chop Emotion, chopping desires and self, also chopped divine thought and will. The chopped evil fetus sprouted a stock of death intent. It clearly wanted to live, but again had no desire to "seek life." Because the desire to live had been chopped off.

The evil fetus then wriggled, continuously trying to repair itself, but fundamentally couldn't repair the injuries. Even the two intents of "wanting to live" and "not wanting to live" were still intertwined and confronting each other. Ink Painting didn't want to delay any longer.

He was now truly "exhausted."

Even if he was strong, cautious, and had many tricks, after continuously chopping and killing one Three-Grade Divine Skeleton and one evil fetus, he had also reached his limit. Ink Painting sighed helplessly, "Again I have to kill a Three-Grade Divine Skeleton, again I have to kill an evil god fetus, and still I have to continuously kill..."

"I don't know which family's Foundation Establishment cultivator has to suffer this kind of sin?" At his age, the pressure was really too great. But the good thing was that he killed it.

Ink Painting used the last bit of his divine thought to manifest a divine dao array, turning into divine thought chains, completely sealing the "evil fetus." The evil fetus, at the end of its strength, had no ability to resist at all.

Ink Painting immediately sat in meditation, waited for a while, waited until midnight, when the Dao Stele appeared. Then he carried the evil fetus and walked to the front of the Dao Stele. On the Dao Stele, the tribulation thunder was鮮紅 and刺目, like an execution knife forged with heavenly fire.

Perceiving the寂滅breath on the tribulation thunder, the evil fetus, which was originally on its last breath, like an "evil thought meat tumor," suddenly struggled in fear, calling out in a sharp voice: "Little ghost, evil obstacle, you dare..."

"If you say dare, I'll dare!" Ink Painting said. The evil fetus struggled for a moment, then suddenly quieted down.

Ink Painting's action paused for a bit. He couldn't help but ask: "You're not begging for mercy?"

The evil fetus's voice became even sharper and more immature, revealing a stock of indifferent strangeness, "Kill me."

Its meat tumor trembled, opening a crack, like a terrifying large eye, staring dead at Ink Painting, seeming to want to permanently remember Ink Painting's appearance in its heart. "Kill me, and I will fuse with you."

"In this life and this world, you cannot escape the Great Wasteland Lord's 'brand.' Even to the end of the world, the god lord's believers will endlessly chase and kill you, regarding your flesh and blood, your divine soul, as the Great Wasteland Lord's top-grade sacrifice product..."

"When have I been scared?" Ink Painting wasn't scared at all, even feeling a bit that he couldn't achieve it.

But he still had some doubts, "If I kill him, he will fuse with me?" "Can't escape the Great Wasteland Lord's 'brand'?" What did all this mean?

Ink Painting was curious in his heart. He couldn't help but want to open his mouth and ask, but finally endured it. Villains die by talking too much.

He shouldn't be considered a "villain," but in front of the evil fetus, he still needed to be cautious, take advantage of its weakness, want its life, not give it a chance to breathe, otherwise, if he hesitated, it would be himself who suffered.

Furthermore, even if he asked, the evil fetus, facing death, would definitely not say. Ink Painting no longer hesitated, used the divine dao lock to tie up the evil fetus, and threw it towards the Dao Stele.

The寂滅, terrifying tribulation thunder containing supreme heavenly dao law, like a鮮紅"branding iron," wiped out everything of the evil fetus, wiping clean its entire origin, its entire will...

The evil fetus didn't say a word, its cracked and ferocious pupils stared dead at Ink Painting until it was thoroughly soul-extinguished and dao-disappeared, never shifting its gaze. "A defeated subordinate, still so imposing?"

Ink Painting also stared back righteously.

Only when this evil and strange evil god fetus thoroughly turned to ashes, leaving behind pure and abundant divine marrow like spring water, did Ink Painting finally feel relieved, and afterwards, his mood was greatly joyful.

This great trouble in his heart was finally completely removed! His divine soul was finally completely liberated.

Afterwards, he was not afraid of being polluted by the evil god, and even less afraid of this evil fetus suddenly popping out with a阴笑. And...

So much divine marrow!

It was more than all the divine marrow he had swallowed before combined, flowing and gurgling like spring water, and even purer than before. Ink Painting stretched out a finger,舔tongue licking a mouthful. It was like eating a mouthful of liquid sunlight, his whole body was comfortable.

He couldn't help but suck several more mouthfuls, smiling and squinting his eyes. Just as he was about to eat heartily, he suddenly thought of something.

"Now it's midnight, and I'm still outside the mountain, not back in the sect."

"Moreover, after two continuous life-and-death battles, the pressure on the Sea of Consciousness is too great, even the blood energy is withered."

"If the flesh body is gone, no matter how strong the divine thought is, it's useless. Can I really not be a person and become a ghost or an evil god?"

"Moreover, to be honest, being a ghost isn't that simple. After a person dies, if they want to become a ghost, it requires various conditions like heavenly disaster, earth evil, personal grudges, etc. It's not something you can cultivate just by thinking about it." "As for evil gods, even less said. I don't know how much killing is needed..."

"Let's look at the flesh body first, it's important..."

Ink Painting quickly exited the Sea of Consciousness, tracing his divine sense back to his flesh body.

But as soon as his divine sense traced back, he felt pain in all his limbs and bones. His blood energy wasn't flowing smoothly, his meridians were also somewhat withered, and he couldn't move at all. He couldn't even open his eyes. Finished!

Ink Painting's heart turned cold.

It was midnight, still in the remote outer mountains, where human traces were rare. If his flesh body encountered any danger, the trouble could be big.

Ink Painting's heart tightened, then he quickly calmed down, forcing himself to open his eyes with a firm will. But his eyelids were as if filled with mud and sand, heavy as a thousand jun, fundamentally unable to open.

Ink Painting didn't give up, always trying. After an unknown amount of time, he endured the severe pain and slowly opened his eyes. What met his gaze was a warm face and a pair of soft eyes.

This... "Murong... Elder?"

Ink Painting's heart was surprised. Then he heard Elder Murong's warm voice like a spring breeze speaking to the side: "Old Ancestor, this child is awake." "En." Old Mister Xun's old voice rang out from beside him, "Can feed him pills."

Ink Painting hadn't yet fully come to his senses when he felt a pair of beautiful and cool fingers, bringing a faint scent of licorice, pinching several pills and stuffing them into his mouth.

Before he could taste what flavor they were, the pills rolled down his throat into his abdomen, turning into a warm medicinal power that fused into his limbs, supplementing his blood energy. Then, Elder Murong fed him some bitter spirit liquid.

Then he was fed some unknown pills again.

Ink Painting indeed felt much better. His limbs could move, his throat was also much clearer, and he could open his mouth to speak, though his voice was still a bit hoarse: "Thank you, Murong... Elder..."

Elder Murong used her slender fingers to stroke Ink Painting's forehead and said with a warm smile:

"It's nothing. You fainted in the outer mountains without a sound, losing too much blood. Fortunately, the Old Mister detected it early and ordered people to find you and bring you here..." Ink Painting's voice was hoarse. He wanted to thank her several times, but was stopped by Elder Murong, "You haven't recovered yet, speak less."

Ink Painting nodded.

"I won't disturb your rest." Elder Murong checked Ink Painting's injuries a bit, lightly rose, gracefully bowed to Old Mister Xun, and then gently retreated. Old Mister Xun then walked to Ink Painting's bedside and looked at him with concern.

"I... caused trouble."

Although Elder Murong told him not to speak, Ink Painting still thanked him hoarsely. Old Mister Xun shook his head, "It's nothing, it's just good."

He looked deeply at Ink Painting again. In his mind, he recalled the situation just now, the color, the black energy, the evil thoughts, and even the intertwined sword intent on Ink Painting's face. He wrinkled his brows. "You... encountered something evil?"

Ink Painting obediently nodded, "Encountered... a bit."

"How is it now?" "Solved."

Old Mister Xun looked into Ink Painting's eyes. He saw that although his expression was weak, his eyes were clear, and his spirit was contained. He slightly relaxed. "Are there any subsequent troubles?" Ink Painting shook his head.

"En, that's good..." Old Mister Xun said, then rose to leave, "You rest well. If there's anything, say it after you've recovered." Ink Painting's throat was sore, he couldn't say anything, he only nodded seriously.

Old Mister Xun's gaze was deep. He looked Ink Painting over from head to toe, confirming that this "treasure disciple" of the Taixu Sect was truly free from major obstacles. Only then did he slowly turn and leave.

But after leaving the pill room, Old Mister Xun's expression instantly sank. "Within this Taixu Mountain, without reason, how could he encounter something evil?"

"Moreover, the black energy is so thick, close to the origin of evil nature. This may be extraordinary..." "And... sword intent?"

Old Mister Xun didn't understand.

Ink Painting was not a sword cultivator, so why would such thick sword intent appear in his body?

Moreover, this stock of sword intent was complex and obscure, hiding strange things within, making him, this Old Ancestor, vaguely feel palpitations. Where did he learn it from?

And who taught him?

Old Mister Xun stood still and pondered, his heart surging like waves, his brows solemn as a mountain. A moment later, he deeply sighed. "This child... is also too capable of attracting karma."

"I don't know if my Taixu Sect can suppress it..."

Old Mister Xun shook his head, slowly stepping away. In just a few steps, his figure thoroughly disappeared, leaving the pill room.

In the pill room, Ink Painting still felt a bit weak, his eyelids heavy as lead. After a while, he eventually couldn't endure it and sank into a deep sleep. In his sleep, Ink Painting fundamentally didn't realize that the energy of his whole body was undergoing changes.

Heaven's machine slowly flowed, and chains of cause and effect appeared. With Ink Painting's current body as the "foundation," they penetrated his past, leading to his future.

This chain of cause and effect, existing within Heaven's machine, tracing back to the past, anchoring in the present, leading to the future, linking ring upon ring, was precisely his fate pattern. Ink Painting was in deep sleep, but his fate pattern was trembling.

A mass of extremely black fog, harboring the extremely vicious and thick hate intent after being killed, crawled along the chain of cause and effect into his fate pattern. Then, this mass of black fog trembled like a heart, hatched like an embryo, finally transforming into its appearance before its life:

An evil, pitch-black, terrifying, blackened, young "Ink Painting." Accompanied by a voice terrifying enough to make ghosts and gods tremble.

"Black Ink Painting" opened its eyes.

Its pupils were pitch black, carrying pure true malice, looking around. A fierce ghost that seemed to exist and not exist, whose figure was faint and difficult to discern.

Vicious zombies all over the mountains and plains.

And a Corpse King, with a bronze head and iron bones, blood-red eyes, majestic and terrifying, full of the breath of evil transformation.

The Black Ink Painting, like an evil infant, cried out again.

This cry contained an extremely strong shock force, clipping with阴wind, howling past.

The female-shaped fierce ghost remained silent. The zombies all over the mountains and plains were as quiet as寒cicadas. Only the Corpse King's eyes were猩red, revealing ferocious fangs.

But the evil infant made no other actions. It only slowly closed its eyes and sank back into sleep. And beneath its body, thick black water seeped out, like evil amniotic fluid, swallowing cause and effect,反哺itself, growing stronger little by little.

Although it was only an evil infant, the evil energy it emitted was enough to contend with the blood energy of the Corpse King who commanded the corpse army. Black energy and blood energy intertwined into a single piece, covering the sky and obscuring the sun. Under the filling of evil energy and blood energy, fierce ghosts lurked, Corpse Kings crouched, and the evil infant slept.

The scene in Ink Painting's causal fate pattern was simply more hellish than hell.

Only at this time, under the cover of the Taixu Two Yi Lock, the people of the world fundamentally had no fate to see this terrifying purgatory scene.