Chapter 989: The Might of the God-Slayer

Inside Refining Demon Mountain, dust and smoke rose high.

A young figure sped forward like a streak of water light between heaven and earth, slender and agile.

Behind him, however, was a black dust storm.

A powerful, sturdy, small mountain-like third-grade Golden Core black pig demon, sweeping with wave-like blood energy and dust storm-like black demonic energy, plowing through all the trees and mountain stones in front of it, sniffing that hint of sweet human flesh, chased after Mo Painting.

For a time, the demonic presence was vast, the scene grand.

Walking beasts scattered, flocks of birds flew away in alarm.

Xun Ziyou followed closely behind, holding his Tai Xu Sword. Several times he wanted to draw his sword and slaughter this pig demon.

But after thinking for a moment, he still held back.

Once he acted, he would be exposed.

The ancestor's intention was to let Mo Painting temper himself as much as possible under the premise of ensuring his safety.

The edge of a precious sword is ground out, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

Always protecting Mo Painting and not letting him suffer any risk would prevent him from growing.

Acting now was still too early.

Moreover, the situation had not yet truly reached the point of utter exhaustion.

Although the third-grade black pig demon was terrifying and its demonic power was mighty, every charge was extremely dangerous.

But Mo Painting relied on his extremely exquisite body technique, dodging and turning, moving like flowing water, like a startling flash of light, like dancing on a tightrope. Every time at a critical moment, he could actually turn danger into safety and cope with it.

Besides being alarmed, Xun Ziyou's heart also felt quite admiring: "Mo Painting's body technique is truly exquisite. I don't know where he learned it all..."

But he knew that this situation definitely couldn't last.

Mo Painting was after all only in the Foundation Building stage, and his spiritual power was also low. Facing this third-grade Golden Core pig demon whose demonic power was thick and heavy like an abyss, sooner or later, there would be a time when he would be exhausted.

In such an intense, dangerous, and oppressive chase, once exhausted, it would be over.

Even, as long as he felt tired, or his heart tensed, or his body technique made a slight mistake, or there was a slight mishap, that would also be dangerous.

And Mo Painting's repeated escapes from the black pig demon's mouth also increasingly stimulated this evil beast's ferocity.

The black pig demon gradually began to rage. Its demonic power was still strengthening, and its speed was still increasing.

Xun Ziyou gripped the sword in his hand tightly and raised his spirits to the highest level.

And Mo Painting indeed felt increasingly strenuous.

The oppressive feeling of the third-grade Golden Core realm black pig demon was really too strong. The surging demonic power and black demonic energy were like waves.

And Mo Painting was like a small boat in the middle of the waves, drifting along the waves, while this dead pig chased him as if for its life.

Mo Painting escaped for a long time but still couldn't shake it off. His heart was inevitably somewhat irritated.

He used the corner of his eye to slightly turn his head and look, just in time to see the black pig demon, its eyes as big as lanterns, staring like copper bells.

These eyes were fixed on Mo Painting.

A trace of impulse couldn't help but emerge from the bottom of Mo Painting's heart, but he suppressed it hard again.

The black pig demon was too strong, so he couldn't take risks.

The urgent matter at hand was still to shake off this third-grade pig demon. It was not suitable to get too entangled.

Mo Painting continued to escape.

But the more he escaped, the more the black pig demon raged.

This kind of ferocious demon beast relied on crushing with demonic power. Hunting for food never took effort.

Mo Painting had made it chase for so long, which had already stimulated its killing nature.

Next, this black pig demon kept chasing and wouldn't let go. Its body shape became increasingly fast, and its demonic energy became increasingly thick.

The murderous light in its eyes also became increasingly strong, as if it wouldn't give up until it ate Mo Painting.

Cold sweat appeared on Mo Painting's back, and he felt increasingly strenuous.

At the same time, the anger in his heart was also increasingly strong.

After a while, Mo Painting suddenly calmed down.

He turned his head and looked at the third-grade black pig demon, his expression cold, his eyes revealing a hint of killing intent.

He chased and escaped for a while longer, reaching an area between the mountains and a marsh.

Mo Painting's figure flashed like a streak of water light, and the virtual shadow turned into heavy water mist.

For a time, three water shadows split off.

The black pig demon was confused for a moment, lost its target, and instinctively followed one of the water shadows and pounced, shattering the water shadow.

After the water shadow shattered, a mountain wall was revealed.

The black pig demon ran headfirst into it, half of its body directly crashing inside and getting stuck in the mountain wall.

For a time, there was a booming sound, like a mountain collapsing and the ground cracking.

After getting stuck in the mountain wall, the black pig demon struggled nonstop.

But its demonic body was fat and large, making it difficult to turn around. After struggling for some effort, it finally got out, covered in ash and dirt.

Its eyes were red to the point of dripping blood.

This third-grade black pig demon was obviously already on the verge of "rage".

It spat foul gas, breathed demonic wind, and its eyes were full of bloodshot threads.

Its fierce and ugly pig nose trembled, and soon it sniffed out Mo Painting's scent again. Immediately, its cruel gaze condensed,

And looked to the right side.

Mo Painting was just standing not far away in a mountain forest.

The surrounding mountain forest was dense, the air was moist with water vapor, and a stream babbled.

He didn't run but just stood there like that, silently looking at this huge third-grade pig demon in front of him.

A cultivator with a thin body and weak realm directly faced a huge, black-energy vast and strong demon beast.

This was naked provocation.

The black pig demon roared in shock and rage.

This roar was like a ghost's howl from purgatory, a fierce ghost's wail, piercing the eardrums and shaking the forest.

And then blood energy shook, and demonic energy swept out.

The black pig demon carried a black demonic wind and suddenly rushed towards Mo Painting.

But it had only rushed halfway when a stream of water suddenly surged up from the ground, dissolving the mud and stones and turning into a large area of mountain marsh.

The mountain marsh turned into a swamp, the ground a muddy mess.

Its foot suddenly collapsed, and the black pig demon's huge body immediately got stuck in the middle of the swamp, and among the flowing mud and stones, it became increasingly trapped.

The black pig demon struggled and tumbled desperately, its demonic power shaking, causing mud and stones to fly everywhere.

But this swamp was very deep, and the formations laid around were all very clever.

In less than twenty or thirty breaths' time, this pig demon would not be able to struggle out.

And in this kind of life-and-death chase, twenty or thirty breaths were already enough to decide life or death. It was also enough for Mo Painting to escape with his life.

Xun Ziyou slowly exhaled and nodded secretly.

Mo Painting's formations were becoming increasingly exquisite.

He didn't purely rely on the power of the formations but, through the formations, derived the power of the Eight Trigrams, thereby changing the terrain and using the natural power of heaven and earth to trap this third-grade demon beast and seek an opportunity to escape.

To be able to think of these things in a short time and implement them without mistakes.

This child truly had a near-demonic talent and comprehension for formations.

No wonder people outside called him the "Tai Xu Gate's little monster".

"Like this, there's no need for me to act. He can also rely on his own ability to escape from the hands of this third-grade pig demon..."

Xun Ziyou's heart was gratified, but after a while, he discovered that although Mo Painting had clearly used formations to trap the pig demon, he didn't escape. Instead, he quietly stood in his original place and pointed his fingers at his brow.

When Xun Ziyou saw this, he frowned.

What was the meaning of this?

What was this child doing?

Quickly escape!

After a while, this pig demon should struggle out from inside the swamp formation.

Time was precious. Such a good opportunity. Instead of seizing the opportunity to escape, he was standing here posing, thinking about what? Xun Ziyou frowned, stared at Mo Painting for a while, and suddenly his heart was shocked. An absurd guess surged up:

This child, he didn't want to—? Kill this pig demon?

No way—·

He was only at the Foundation Building stage. He wanted to kill a third-grade Golden Core realm demon beast by himself?!

He——.——was crazy?!

Who gave him the courage?!

Even if the successive ancestors of Tai Xu Gate blessed him, even if the ancestral grave of Tai Xu Gate burned to the ground and green smoke rose to the sky, it wouldn't protect him from taking such a risk with his life!

Xun Ziyou's heart suddenly shrank, and cold sweat immediately broke out all over his body.

And at the same time, the third-grade black pig demon's two front hooves had already struggled out from the middle of the swamp, clawing at the edge of the shore.

A fierce and huge pig head also emerged from the middle of the swamp.

Xun Ziyou's heart leaped in alarm. He immediately stopped hesitating, silently operated his sword formula, and drew out his precious sword.

But the next moment, a strange sword intent was transmitted, and Xun Ziyou's heart suddenly palpitated. He turned his head to look in disbelief.

Between the mountain forest, the powerful pig demon struggled out of the swamp.

The weak Mo Painting was confronting the pig demon.

He pointed his fingers at his brow.

It seemed ordinary, but in just an instant, a powerful sword intent that far exceeded the Foundation Building realm, sharp to an unbelievable degree, burst out from his thin body.

Amidst the howl of his spiritual sense, it seemed to raise a surging sword intent storm.

As the sword intent rose, Mo Painting's pupils became increasingly brilliant.

The pure gold light condensed to the extreme, sword light flowed, incomparably sharp.

And on his fingertip, a wisp of spiritual power was wrapped, pointing at his brow, communicating with the wall between the virtual and the real. The powerful Tai Xu sword intent was being drawn out little by little.

The shocking edge was gradually revealed to the world——

Perceiving this ancient and deep sword intent, Xun Ziyou's mouth opened wide. For a moment, he only felt his breath stop, and his heart suddenly stopped.

As if sensing a crisis, the pig demon's roar became increasingly shrill.

Its blood energy completely boiled, and its demonic energy was also dark black like ink. Amidst the surging demonic power, it suddenly leaped up, freeing itself from the middle of the swamp.

And then, regardless of everything, it pounced and killed towards Mo Painting, as if it wanted to directly strangle this hidden danger in its cradle,

And swallow it into its belly.

And just at this moment, Mo Painting's gaze condensed, he pointed with his finger, and a path of sword light, seemingly hidden and present, was pulled out from his fingertip.

This path of sword light was brilliant to the extreme.

It was an existence formed by spiritual sense.

Moreover, it was a pure gold path existence fused with spirit essence, transcending above general cultivators' divine consciousness.

Even Xun Ziyou, in the late stage of Golden Core, could only see a vague sword shadow, and on the sword shadow, threads of sword intent, like golden glaze flowing with colorful light, would occasionally appear.

The black pig demon glared with its eyes, carrying black wind, and pounced towards Mo Painting.

Mo Painting's gaze was cold. He pointed with his finger.

The Tai Xu Chop God Sword left his body.

The huge sword shadow broke through the air and went, arriving in an instant, directly stabbing into the pig demon's glaring eyes like copper bells.

The pupils were the windows of spiritual sense.

The powerful sword intent, through this flesh window, directly chopped into the pig demon's demonic sense.

Like gold iron chopping mud sculptures.

A sharp and painful howl, extremely piercing, instantly resounded throughout the entire mountain.

And then the wailing sound suddenly stopped.

No one knew what happened in the pig demon's sea of sense.

Like the King of Hell calling a name, ordinary people could not take their lives.

The black pig demon's life suddenly extinguished.

Its ferocious eyes, like copper bells, lost all spirit within a few breaths and became completely dim.

Its body, having lost the support of its will, became a huge mass of flesh. Its limbs were soft on the ground, but it maintained its inertia, always sliding towards Mo Painting.

The ground formations lit up, and streams of stone thorns, like long spears, rose up, hindering the black pig demon's body.

The stone thorns broke one after another, and the black pig demon's speed also became increasingly slow, finally stopping in front of Mo Painting.

Its pupils were still staring dead at Mo Painting.

But its demonic sense was completely extinguished, and it was already completely lifeless.

Mo Painting quietly stood in his original place, his thin body, standing firm like a mountain for a while.

And the black pig demon's limbs and head were on the ground, its flesh remaining. Its body, like a small mountain, at this time seemed to humbly submit.

The surroundings were quiet.

Between the distant forests.

Xun Ziyou still maintained the posture of drawing his sword, his whole person like a mud sculpture, not moving, but a shocking wave rose from the bottom of his heart.

...Dead?!

A third-grade Golden Core demon beast, died at Mo Painting's hand?!

Mo Painting, in the Foundation Building realm, relying on his own strength, killed a third-grade Golden Core realm demon beast?!

Xun Ziyou's mind received a huge shock, his hands began to tremble, and for a moment, he almost didn't dare to believe his eyes.

Even having seen it personally, he still felt absurd.

There was even an instant when he began to doubt whether he was still in the dream demon of the Lonely Mountain Evil Fetus.

Everything he saw was all in his dream.

Otherwise, it was absolutely impossible for this kind of matter, which deviated greatly from the world's norms, to occur————

Foundation Building chopping and killing Golden Core was originally an almost impossible matter.

Not to mention, the one being chopped and killed was a Golden Core realm demon beast that was even more powerful than cultivators.

And the one who chopped and killed this Golden Core realm demon beast was Mo Painting, whose blood energy was weak, spiritual power was low, and who had always not been seen as someone with great cultivation potential.

He didn't even borrow the formations.

Those formations were only used for restraint and control.

He truly relied on his own strength, on the profound and immeasurable sword formula and Dao methods he cultivated, and on his own power. In a direct confrontation, he actually chopped this third-grade demon beast to death!

Xun Ziyou's heart was endlessly shocked.

What kind of powerful Dao method was this exactly?

What kind of powerful power was mobilized again?

And on the other side, the pig demon's body lay dead.

Mo Painting came back to his senses, looking at the huge corpse in front of him. His heart was more or less also somewhat surprised.

This just... died?

"I used spiritual sense to turn into a sword and chopped and killed a... third-grade Golden Core realm pig demon?"

Mo Painting looked at his white, soft, and weak palm, finding it hard to believe.

This was still only one-tenth of his spiritual sense power.

The killing power of the Chop God Sword leaving the body, due to the various obstacles between the virtual and the real, only had one percent of his full power displayed. Even so, this powerful third-grade pig demon was still undoubtedly chopped to death by this sword.

Mo Painting gently took a deep breath.

Suppose one day, he could truly fuse the wall between the virtual and the real and unleash the Chop God Sword, completely and entirely, one hundred percent,

Into reality———·

Then how terrifying would this sword be exactly?

What realm of cultivators or demon beasts could it chop and kill again?

Mo Painting simply didn't dare to think.

He was shocked for a while before he remembered that making such a big commotion would definitely attract people's attention.

The urgent matter at hand was to find a way to "clean up the mess", otherwise it wouldn't be easy to explain.

But how should he clean up this mess?

Who should he find to clean up the mess?

Mo Painting looked at the dead pig eyes staring in front of him, and the third-grade Golden Core pig demon, as big as a small mountain, fell into deep thought.

After a while, he took out his Tai Xu Order and sent a message to Xun Ziyou:

"Elder Xun, come quickly! I picked up a dead pig!"

Xun Ziyou, far away, looked at the Tai Xu Order, his expression instantly becoming wonderfully strange to the extreme:

Picked up a dead pig——·

If he hadn't seen it personally, he would almost have believed it.

Xun Ziyou suppressed the chaotic emotions in his heart, thought for a moment, and also sent a message to Mo Painting: "Where are you?"

Mo Painting looked around for a bit and reported his position.

Xun Ziyou said: "Okay, I'll go over now."

Mo Painting: "Okay."

Xun Ziyou thus secretly ran to the foot of the mountain, circled around several times by himself, estimated that the time difference was about right, and then pretended to rush over in a hurry.

Upon arriving at the scene, Xun Ziyou's face revealed "shock":

"Third-grade pig demon?"

Mo Painting nodded.

"How did it die?" Xun Ziyou asked.

Mo Painting shook his head: "I'm not too sure either. I just came and saw this pig die here. It's a big one. I estimate it was either killed by someone, or it just had a sudden illness and crashed into a tree and died."

"Crashed into a tree and died———"

"Pig head is stupid, doesn't turn, just crashed to death."

Xun Ziyou didn't have an ounce of anger.

This child, now even talks nonsense openly, doesn't make any sense.

Xun Ziyou looked around for a bit and saw that the traces of the surrounding formations had all been wiped away, then he slightly nodded.

Knowing how to wipe away the traces of the formations was not bad, and it also saved him trouble——

"Okay, I understand," Xun Ziyou nodded and said, "This Refining Demon Mountain is not safe. You go back first. I'll take care of this third-grade pig demon matter."

Seeing that Elder Xun didn't inquire further, Mo Painting breathed a sigh of relief, but after thinking for a moment, he asked again: "Elder, does this third-grade pig demon also count for merit points?"

Although he had a lot of merit points now, temporarily enough to spend, but more merit points were better.

What's more, this was a third-grade pig demon. If he didn't exchange for some merit points, Mo Painting's heart really couldn't take it.

Elder Xun silently looked at Mo Painting and sighed:

"Luck is also a part of strength. Since you 'picked it up', it naturally counts as your merit points."

Mo Painting was relieved and smiled: "Thank you, Elder Xun!"

Elder Xun said: "Go back."

"Okay."

Mo Painting bowed, then left, handing over all subsequent matters to Elder Xun Ziyou.

After Mo Painting left, Xun Ziyou was silent for a moment before slowly walking closer to the black pig demon.

Looking at the pig demon's almost intact flesh body and its empty, godless eyes whose demonic sense had been extinguished, Xun Ziyou couldn't help but suck in a cold breath. After his gaze trembled, he recited in a low voice that nearly extinguished name with an unbelievable voice:

"Tai Xu—· Spiritual Sense Turning Sword True Formula———"

These few words seemed to have a shocking magic power, making Xun Ziyou's heart yearn but also fearful.

He sighed, took out his precious sword, and amidst the vertical and horizontal sword light, cut open the pig skin, twisted the flesh, and stabbed through the pig demon's heart meridian.

The originally intact pig demon was instantly covered in sword marks.

Only then did Xun Ziyou use his transmission order to call people over to handle this huge third-grade pig demon corpse.

On the other side, Mo Painting returned to Tai Xu Gate and sat inside the disciple's residence, his heart still fluctuating.

The scene of killing the pig demon was still vivid in his mind.

The power of the Chop God leaving his body still made him somewhat alarmed.

He couldn't help but look towards his hands, savoring it in a trance.

In his hands, he held the method to kill Golden Core————·

This was the foundation of spiritual sense proving the Dao, plus the true power of the Spiritual Sense Turning Sword True Formula.

A feeling of controlling power gradually flowed throughout Mo Painting's body.

He had studied in Qian Xue State for eight years, day and night, cultivating without stopping, tempering formations, swallowing evil spirits, fusing spirit essence, laying the foundation of the spiritual sense Dao.

Adding to that, he cultivated the sword Dao and step by step mastered the method of spiritual sense turning into a sword.

Gathering sand to build a tower, water drops piercing stone.

Now, his spiritual sense Dao could finally show its edge.

Mo Painting's palm made a virtual grip, his gaze sharp.

Spiritual sense forms the core, turning into a sword is successful!

From now on, his spiritual sense line was the "death line".

Whether it was a person, a demon, or a devil, as long as he let his Chop God Sword leave his body and break into the opponent's sea of sense, he could ignore all flesh, spiritual power, or demonic power, extinguish its spiritual sense, and wipe out its life.

And he had also finally taken the first step to become a powerful "spiritual sense cultivator".

With powerful spiritual sense, he could grasp the life and death of others!