Chapter 972: Slaying Evil

Ink Painting pondered for a moment and asked, "Can I bring others?"

He still wanted to save Elder Xun and the others.

Huang Shan Jun said faintly, "I only have this one karmic connection with you. I can only save you."

He is a god, and the nature of a god is indifferent. Whether other people live or die is unrelated to him. Moreover, in his current situation, he has no energy to save others.

Ink Painting shook his head, "Then forget it."

Elder Xun and the others must be saved. They came to save him. It's impossible for him to escape while leaving them to die. And this nightmare, once he leaves, he probably won't be able to come back again. This evil fetus will forever remain in the depths of this lonely mountain, becoming a major hidden danger. It's not impossible that it will suddenly reawaken one day and turn the entire Gu Shan City into hell.

Furthermore, Ink Painting was unwilling. He had made this trip with great effort, exhausted all his power, and still lost a large amount of divine marrow. The Qing Long array map was not yet in hand, he couldn't consume the divine marrow, and he hadn't broken through the twenty patterns. If he went back like this, it would be a terrible loss. It would be one thing if he truly couldn't win, but now that Huang Shan Jun still had consciousness remaining, an idea gradually formed in Ink Painting's mind, and he didn't want to give up easily.

Ink Painting felt angry, "This evil fetus alone has beaten me for so long. I'm not a gentleman if I don't avenge this enmity. As long as there's a sliver of opportunity, I won't let it go. I have to bite off a piece of its flesh somehow..."

Huang Shan Jun looked at Ink Painting, sighed lightly, and said, "If you don't go, then forget it. If you die here, don't blame me."

Ink Painting nodded, thought for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Mountain Jun, perhaps I have a way to save you."

"You... save me?" Huang Shan Jun's gaze narrowed.

"Yes," Ink Painting nodded and said, "But I need to wait for the evil fetus's power to weaken a bit more, or wait for you to get stronger a bit more..."

As long as he saved Huang Shan Jun, then he could join forces with him and possibly kill the evil fetus.

Huang Shan Jun still shook his head, "You can't save me..."

"How do you know if you don't try?"

"You..."

Before Huang Shan Jun could finish, the blood-red color on his face began to intensify again. Black blood, like tentacles, crawled towards his face, and evil thoughts began to flourish.

"The evil fetus is awakening again. You... take care of yourself."

Then his face suddenly became ferocious, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he conjured a long halberd in his right hand, killing directly towards Ink Painting.

Ink Painting gritted his teeth, conjured the Li Huo Sword, and fought against the evil fetus again.

After another long period of fighting, the evil fetus's power weakened further, and Mountain Jun's consciousness gradually awakened again.

Seeing the situation, Ink Painting immediately shouted, "Mountain Jun, I'll attack from the outside, and you consume from the inside. As long as the evil fetus becomes weak, I have a way to save you!"

Huang Shan Jun's gaze trembled slightly.

Ink Painting no longer hesitated and immediately manifested his divine thought sword again, killing towards the evil fetus. Only this time, he only attacked Huang Shan Jun's side, using his divine thought sword to gradually twist and kill the black blood and rotten flesh parasitizing on Huang Shan Jun's body.

"Divine thought turning into a sword..."

Huang Shan Jun's expression was somewhat astonished. He hadn't been fully conscious just now and hadn't seen clearly. Only now did he realize that this young man was actually a successor of Tai Xu Men. Moreover, at such a young age, he had just begun to learn the divine thought turning into a sword technique. Thinking of the Tai Xu Men master who had once chopped him, Huang Shan Jun's mood was somewhat complex.

"Mountain Jun!" Ink Painting shouted again, "Consume from within!"

Huang Shan Jun returned to his senses, pressing all these past events, karma, and resentment to the bottom of his heart, and began to mobilize his divine thought power, bit by bit, to seize control of the evil fetus.

Like this, the evil fetus indeed became weaker. Although its demonic armor was still just as hard and its killing just as terrifying, its movements became much slower, and it occasionally contradicted itself, its hands and feet not coordinated. It was like a flesh puppet, driven by instinct and interfered by Huang Shan Jun, constantly contradicting itself, and flaws also appeared.

Ink Painting's pressure suddenly reduced, his eyes lit up, and he immediately stopped being polite, turning defense into offense, using all the sword moves that Du Gu Old Ancestor had taught him in the back mountain forbidden area. For a time, the Five Elements sword array flowed, and the divine thought sword was wielded by Ink Painting to be airtight. Dense sword light cut into the evil fetus's flesh.

"Kill you, kill you..."

One move after another, Ink Painting vented all the frustration he had just experienced from being beaten onto the evil fetus's body.

The evil fetus's injuries gradually worsened. Although a single sword intent didn't cause much damage, like dripping water wearing away stone, accumulating bit by bit, the evil fetus's aura gradually weakened. Its demonic armor also gradually dimmed.

In addition, Huang Shan Jun disintegrated its origin from the inside and suppressed its will. Under the two-pronged attack, the evil energy of the evil fetus declined, the golden light recovered, and finally, the positive and evil divine thoughts resisted, reaching a critical value.

Half of the evil fetus's body was black-red, and the other half was golden. Ink Painting seized this opportunity. He raised both hands high, wanting to accumulate power for a strike. Torrential sword intent began to surge.

Huang Shan Jun was shocked. And the evil fetus seemed to also sense the crisis and immediately went mad, roaring desperately. Its roar was like a death roar, full of strangeness, and became more and more ear-piercing, more and more sharp, even with a trace of a call from an evil god.

Above the divine temple, dark clouds instantly gathered. In the void, the shadow of an altar appeared. The evil god's throne, cast from white bones, overlooked from above. The Divine Right Tree gradually bloomed, and chains of karma spread from the tree. Countless demons and evil spirits crawled out of the void along the karmic chains, bowing down to the evil fetus, showing their fangs to the evil fetus's enemy. They supplied the evil fetus and guarded it.

Vast evil thoughts poured into the evil fetus's body again. The evil fetus's aura began to climb bit by bit again. Countless demons crawled down from the Divine Right Tree, falling into the divine temple, glaring at Ink Painting.

Seeing the situation, Huang Shan Jun's face showed bitterness, and he murmured, "Divine Right Tree, karma transmission, the evil god has endless demons to supply it. It's fundamentally impossible to kill it..."

Ink Painting's eyes lit up, "Mountain Jun, help me stall for a bit..."

Huang Shan Jun was startled, not knowing what Ink Painting wanted to do. He just saw Ink Painting leap up, rushing directly through the tide of demons, climbing towards the Divine Right Tree in the middle.

Ordinary demons were fundamentally not Ink Painting's opponents. The evil fetus was being consumed by Huang Shan Jun. Ink Painting swung his sword energy, clearing a path. The scattered demons that pounced towards Ink Painting were all hit and exploded by Ink Painting's fists and feet.

Like this, Ink Painting rushed into the sea of demons, a person and a sword, climbing upward, always climbing to the top of the Divine Right Tree, and then, in front of Huang Shan Jun and a crowd of demons, he sat directly on the evil god's throne.

The great hall instantly fell silent for a moment. Then the group of demons roared, and evil thoughts boiled like a tsunami again. Huang Shan Jun's gaze was shocked.

"This kid... actually sat on the evil god's throne... truly, how bold!"

And the evil fetus was even more furious. Ink Painting had snatched its throne in front of it. What kind of humiliation and blasphemy was this! The evil fetus was so angry that it cracked open directly, black blood splashed, and its flesh swelled, turning into a deformed demon, wanting to rush forward and swallow Ink Painting alive.

Huang Shan Jun sensed that something was wrong and immediately used all his strength to control one of the evil fetus's arms, manifesting a golden long halberd, and with a cruel heart, stabbed it towards his own right leg. The long halberd pierced through the flesh, nailing the entire evil fetus in place.

The evil fetus's forward momentum suddenly stopped. Even with its divine body tearing, it still rushed towards Ink Painting, roaring angrily.

Ink Painting turned a deaf ear to the evil fetus's angry roar. He sat on the evil god's throne, trying to communicate with the Divine Right Tree and control the evil god's authority. But before he could finish communicating and controlling the authority, countless wronged souls and evil spirits pounced on him. These wronged souls and evil spirits were mostly cultivators who had died miserably in the Gu Shan mine. They were dominated by the evil fetus, their bodies not their own.

In the distance, more demons were pouncing, wanting to stop Ink Painting. Ink Painting emitted a divine thought daoist aura, shocking these evil spirits, and then looked at them, asking: "You... don't want freedom?"

Dimly, karma flowed. Among them, a part of the evil spirits who had eaten Shen Qing Sheng's divine soul had their resentment eliminated and their divine intelligence somewhat clearer. They were half afraid and half grateful, turned around, guarded Ink Painting, and resisted the attacks of other demons. Then there was one, then a second. More and more Gu Shan evil spirits began to turn coat and stand on Ink Painting's side. They also didn't want to become ghosts; they also wanted to be free from this endless, oppressed, and enslaved nightmare.

The Gu Shan evil spirits formed a "ghost wall," surrounding Ink Painting in the middle. And outside, more and more strangely shaped demons climbed towards Ink Painting along the Divine Right Tree. These demons were evil spirits raised in the evil god dojos in various places within Qian Xue State. They were either ox-headed, horse-faced, fish-headed, or wolf-bodied, mixed with human limbs, deformed and ugly, dense like a tide, impacting the city wall composed of Gu Shan evil spirits...

Most of the demons were blocked. The minority that broke through the ghost wall and rushed to Ink Painting were also directly burned and killed by his array. Ink Painting finally had an opportunity. He began to close his eyes and meditate, focusing on communicating with the Divine Right Tree. Because it wasn't the first time, Ink Painting again bore the karma of the evil fetus of the Long Wang Temple, and the Divine Right Tree didn't reject him. It truly regarded him as another "evil fetus."

The Divine Right Tree granted him the evil god's authority. Ink Painting's will then became the evil god's will. A stock of ancient and evil will descended around Ink Painting. At that moment, Ink Painting sat on the white bone throne, backed by the Divine Right Tree, with countless evil spirits bowing in guard before him, as if he had become one, controlling evil authority, a true young "evil god."

Ten thousand evil spirits submitted. Countless demons hesitated to advance. The evil fetus roared angrily. At that moment, Ink Painting had a powerful sense of domination, as if before him, like dark clouds pressing down, the countless demon army was all his slaves. As long as he gave an order, these demons would attack cities and plunder lands for him, strangle all powerful enemies in the divine thought world, devour the divine thoughts of all cultivators, and make the entire Qian Xue State boundary a battlefield of evil thoughts, a killing abyss. At that time, living beings in Qian Xue State would suffer. And he would be the only "true god" who ruled this heaven and earth and held sway over ten thousand evil spirits.

This feeling was too strong, giving Ink Painting a stock of impulse to destroy everything, kill everything. Any "person" could not resist this temptation. Fortunately, he was not entirely a "person." A part of his divine thoughts was human, a part was god, and another part was fused with the emotionless dao of the celestial demon. At the crucial moment, his cold god nature and ruthless demon nature restrained his desire for power, strength, and killing as a person.

Ink Painting's killing desire gradually cooled down, and his dao heart gradually became clear. He sat on the white bone throne, held the Divine Right Tree, and began to command the demon army to return along the original path, commanding the remaining demons to self-terminate. After his heart moved, he thoroughly cut off the connection between the Gu Shan divine temple and the Divine Right Tree, cutting off the supply to the Gu Shan divine temple.

The karmic chains broke. The tide of demons stopped abruptly, and the wronged souls and evil spirits dispersed. The evil energy of the divine temple stopped. The evil fetus was also thoroughly cut off from supply. The shadow of the Divine Right Tree gradually disappeared. Ink Painting, who had done all this, rose from the white bone throne, overlooking the evil fetus in the middle of the divine temple, his eyes showing killing intent.

"This time, you are dead for sure!"

The evil fetus was angry and sent out a deformed roar, but it was useless. Ink Painting's palm grasped in the air, conjuring the Po Jin Sword, and killed towards the evil fetus again. Huang Shan Jun mobilized his divine thoughts, dominating the evil fetus's body. For the evil fetus, this was truly "external trouble and internal disaster." And with the Divine Right Tree occupied by Ink Painting and the demon authority cut off, the evil fetus fell into a state of being "isolated and helpless."

The seemingly powerful evil fetus became an empty shell that was strong on the outside but weak on the inside. After another hard fight, although Ink Painting was covered in scars, the more he fought, the braver he became, and the golden light on Huang Shan Jun's body also became more and more prosperous. Finally, the positive and evil power within the evil fetus's body reached a critical value again. The evil fetus's blood-red light and Huang Shan Jun's golden light, one on the left and one on the right, almost occupied half each.

Huang Shan Jun wanted to separate, but he was stuck to the evil fetus's flesh and couldn't separate at all, nor could he further dominate the entire evil body. The two sides were in a stalemate.

Just at this moment, Ink Painting shouted, "Mountain Jun, I'll help you!" He pointed with his finger, and a golden array appeared, layer upon layer, locking down Huang Shan Jun and the evil fetus together. Then Ink Painting's hands grasped in the air, raised above his head, his gaze concentrated, and his entire aura changed. A vast and immense sword intent gathered in his hand.

Huang Shan Jun's pupils trembled. A familiar feeling, gradually recovering from his divine soul memory.

"This is..."

Tai Xu Zhan Shen Sword! The true secret of Tai Xu divine thoughts turning into a sword... the final sword style! Wasn't this a sword secret that could only be comprehended by those old cultivators within Tai Xu Men who had comprehended the sword dao for hundreds of years? He was so young and had just learned it!

Huang Shan Jun was somewhat hard to believe for a moment. And he soon discovered that Ink Painting's move of this sword secret was still somewhat different from the move that chopped him that year. That sword back then contained the ancient and pure Tai Xu sword intent, with the flow of Two Instruments, vast like a star river. And Ink Painting's sword was too complex. He didn't know how many messy things were mixed in this sword. There were arrays, sword dao, Five Elements, Tai Xu sword intent, and even a trace of emotionless and selfless dao that made Huang Shan Jun, this god, feel strange and profound...

"How can it be... Heaven Demon!"

Huang Shan Jun was shocked speechless. And with the evil fetus split between positive and evil, its body not under its control, and temporarily controlled by the array again, the endless demons dispersed. At this time, there was no one in the divine temple who could stop Ink Painting from accumulating this sword.

The Po Jin, Gui Shui, Kai Shan, and Li Huo sword arrays melted into one body. The ancient Tai Xu sword intent was vast and mighty. Chop emotion, chop self, chop all the dao of the celestial demon, sharpening the sword edge. Boundless killing intent condensed in Ink Painting's hand. Even the already dead evil fetus felt fear and uneasiness.

"Chop!"

Waiting for the dao law to flow, the Tai Xu Zhan Shen Sword was thoroughly condensed, the sword light was dazzling, Ink Painting's gaze was firm, and he drank in a low voice, then chopped down with force. The Five Elements flowed, the array and sword were one. The Five Elements flowed, the array and sword were one. The Tai Xu Zhan Shen giant sword light rose violently, like the Tian He hanging upside down, booming down.

For a time, the dazzling to the extreme sword light poured down, chopping down on the very center of the evil fetus. Under such astonishing divine thought sword dao, even the evil fetus at the peak realm of three products could not bear it. Its evil god body began to shatter bit by bit. The skin and flesh, firm like armor, were repeatedly torn and bitten, strangled by the sword energy.

The Tai Xu sword intent was vast and mighty. If one sword energy couldn't cut it open, then ten, a hundred, even a thousand. Besides the sword energy, there were also the array powers of Po Jin, Gui Shui, Li Huo, and other Five Elements, flowing non-stop. Once a crack was cut open, the dao of the celestial demon would take advantage of it and thoroughly extinguish its vitality...

Finally, ten thousand sword lights bloomed, and astonishing sword intent swept out, raging like a tsunami, making the entire divine temple shaky. And when this shocking sword intent fluctuation was transmitted, outside the divine temple, several people including Gu Master were involuntarily horrified. The most shocked was Xun Zi You. Especially, that familiar yet strange, powerful to the point of heart palpitating sword intent made his face change greatly, and he found it hard to believe.

"Could this be... the true secret of Tai Xu divine thoughts turning into a sword!"

"Is it the divine thought sword secret within Tai Xu Men, that dao that has been sealed for several hundred years and has already been listed as a forbidden technique?"

"Impossible..."

"Isn't this door's sword secret already lost?"

"Exactly who is using it?"

"It's impossible... could it be Ink Painting?"

Xun Zi You sucked in a cold breath, his whole body trembling for a while.