Chapter 44: Dajie Goes on a Killing Spree for Three Thousand Miles (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)

  Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, sending blessings to every friend. By the way, I'd like to ask for some collection recommendations.

  A large number of dark creatures rushed over, and upon seeing Wang Qian, they became even more frenzied. The shrill cries and running footsteps merged into a mad tide that was unstoppable and overwhelming, engulfing everything in its path.

  "These mighty undead creatures, full of life force and vital energy, shall we transform them into zombie bodies and then absorb them all?"

  Wang Qian saw so many dark creatures, densely packed, rushing over like ants, and a crazy idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

  "No, this Netherworld has undergone tremendous changes. It's possible that soon, cultivators and even more powerful Netherworld creatures will emerge from the deeper levels of the world. Once discovered, the situation would be extremely dire."

  After careful consideration, Wang Gan realized that this idea was tempting but too risky. His zombie identity couldn't be exposed yet, or it would bring disaster.

  However, with so many yin spirits, they couldn't absorb their essence all at once, nor could they afford to waste them.

  Wang Qian decided to offer sacrifices and worship the gods of war, this was the best opportunity.

  A large number of dark creatures rushed up, each with eyes that were either pitch black or fiery red, their ferocious and sinister spiritual aura twisted into a ball in the void. Wang Qian had a feeling that he had suddenly entered hell, as wave after wave of powerful spiritual storms swept over him.

  Fortunately, his soul is now very strong, reaching the level of beginning to understand "Tao", forming a primordial fetus, with a firm Taoist heart and solid spirit, not affected by external influences.

  Slaughter, battle, it started in an instant.

  A group of vengeful spirits, serving as cannon fodder, were the first to make contact with him.

  Boom!

  A blue divine light illuminated the horizon, and a vast blue glow burst forth from Wang Qian's body. With one grasp of his large hand, streams of blue water began to sweep across, resembling sturdy ropes that instantly bound over a hundred Blood Night Demons. They howled and struggled, but Wang Qian's Sorrowful Sea God Power was pure and thick, with immense strength. For the time being, they were unable to break free from his power.

  This gave Wang Qian an opportunity.

  He was first bound by divine power, then the gods in his palm began to wield wildly, and in the midst of the fierce and overbearing aura, it seemed like black dragons were shuttling back and forth.

  Pfft!

  What was the extent of Wang Qian's power? His immense strength brought unmatched speed, and as he swung his massive halberd, it seemed like a flurry of black light blades slicing through the air, beheading every single Nightwalker.

  When he is alone, he can freely show his strength and speed.

  The battle had just begun when Wang Gan burst out with all his might.

  The azure water flow ceaselessly binds the heads of the dark creatures, then from the darkness emerges a spear of the gods with a faint purple glow, unleashing divine power and drawing lines of death.

  Skulls flew high, limbs were severed, a bloody mist spread out, wherever Wang Qian passed by, the aura of killing filled the air, the aura of evil rolled in, and the aura of death spread out.

  Divine power bound, Da Ji beheaded, what a brutal scene!

  Every moment, a large number of blood demons are bound by the blue water flow and then beheaded by the heavy halberd. The dark underworld gradually turns into a deep purple color, with fresh blood flowing and seeping into the ground, becoming muddy and gloomy.

  "Haha, this is the real fight, come on!"

  Wang Gan went crazy, exerting his divine power without regard for the cost, the turbulent sea of suffering boiling incessantly. A vast and mighty divine power burst forth, and in just one breath, over a hundred Blood Yaksha were killed.

  After slaughtering several thousand Blood Yaksha, the killing intent in this void had reached an extreme point. The substantial and identical killing intent began to form skulls of demons that floated in mid-air, devouring the surrounding killing intent with their mouths agape.

  These evil spirits are the resentful and unwilling spiritual thoughts of dead and gloomy creatures, as well as a part of their life essence and energy that have come together to form yin demons and vengeful spirits.

  Wang Gan's eyes swept across, the large halberd in his hand danced, the halberd's surface, talismans and charms shone with a brilliant light, producing a powerful attractive force.

  Hoo-hoo!

  A large amount of evil energy was absorbed, these dark demons and vengeful spirits had just formed and were still very weak. Wang Qian didn't give them a chance to grow, and with several swallows of the divine halberd, it was unknown how much evil energy was refined.

  He made this halberd according to a mysterious forging technique in the "Undying Secret Manual" when he was refining it. The halberd is engraved with the Swallowing Heaven Talisman, which can absorb evil energy, killing energy, and vital energy to enhance the quality of the divine weapon.

  This is just in time.

  Wang Qian was too ferocious. As soon as they made contact, within ten breaths, a large group of Blood Demons were killed, and this number was increasing crazily every second.

  Buzz!

  A fierce spiritual storm swept through the creatures of the underworld, and he instantly felt a complex idea.

  Yin and Yang creatures also have their own language, but Wang Qian can't understand it. However, in the cultivation world, the information conveyed by the soul and spirit is universal.

  Among these powerful creatures of the underworld, they finally sensed that this tiny human in front of them was extremely terrifying, and began to mobilize their troops, launching a massive siege.

  Blood Yaksha is equivalent to the late stage of Xiantian in cultivation, and many are at the realm of Xiantian Dajuan. However, when facing Wang Qian, they were all too fragile and were slaughtered on a large scale.

  Soon, from behind emerged a Black Yaksha with a body covered in shiny black scales, full of energy and possessing great combat strength.

  The massacre continues, the battle becomes more and more frantic, large pieces of blood, corpses, flesh, piled together, tragic, magnificent.

  Wang Qian felt more and more that his newly invented combat method was very effective against these yin-yang creatures.

  Divine power bound, then halberds chopped and killed. In a short time, white bones were all over the ground, and skulls rolled around.

  "Huh? Divine power is a bit weak? But that's not the problem."

  Wang Qian suddenly felt the divine power of the bitter sea, a bit weakened, not as full as at first, and with a stir in his heart, a powerful soul force burst out, forming a storm.

  The dead creatures on the ground, most of which have energy essences like blood dan in their bodies. These things are the essence of the yin and yang creatures' lives, their Dao fruits, with pure energy and a large quantity.

  Wang Gan took a deep breath, and countless crimson dan pills fell into his mouth.

  Rumbling, the thick and pure energy burst out, the Nine Turns Body Refining Technique operated fiercely, then absorbed, refined, and the Suffering Sea God's power became even more purified.

  The more he fought, the braver he became. One man single-handedly held off a million soldiers. The great general's horizontal slaughter of three thousand miles was such a majestic and grand scene that it deepened Wang Qian's understanding of his cultivation.

  Battle, death, slaughter, these are all the sufferings of the vast world, an endless sea of suffering that spans time and space, crossing fate.

  His understanding of the bitter sea became more profound, and he fought with ease, cutting down large swaths of dark night creatures.

  What a small team leader, leading, all useless, Wang Qian's understanding of the Tao is profound, and his combat power is even stronger, this is a benign cycle.

  He finally absorbed a large amount of Youming Blood Dan, the essence of life, and his body began to undergo tremendous changes.

  A massive divine power was born, and the flesh and blood began to temper, every cell in the body seemed to be a giant beast that swallowed the sky, requiring a large amount of energy to satisfy it. Now, on the ground, there were too many Yin and Yang Blood Dans, tens of thousands, all of which were Wang Qian's masterpieces.

  Buzz!

  Between his skeleton and muscles, they continuously combined, rearranged, forming a more rational structure. Wang Qian's physical body became even more solid, and his strength began to increase fiercely.

  In this process, his body internally transmitted a series of dull thunder-like sounds, continuous and profound.

  The dantian suddenly burst forth with a massive explosion of divine energy, and a large amount of crimson mist swirled around Wang Qian's body. There were also many ferocious and venomous vengeful spirits, all of which were residual soul fragments left in the blood dan. However, for him, these no longer posed any threat. The soul at the Yuantai boundary was strong and firm, enough to suppress everything, and there were no hidden dangers in his cultivation, a perfect complement.

  Rumble!

  The Second Turn of Spiritual Merit had finally been cultivated by him to its peak, a feeling of perfection and fullness rising from the bottom of his heart.

  Wang Qian knew that he had finally succeeded in his second turn of cultivation and reached the state of perfection through constant battles and killings.

  The price, however, was that he had swallowed tens of thousands of Blood Dan in just a few breaths, meaning that so far, he had already killed tens of thousands of Yin spirits, with the majority being Blood Night Yaksha, accounting for about 70%, and the rest were Black Night Yaksha.

  The speed of this fierce battle is too fast, too violent.

  He made a breakthrough in his cultivation and felt an overwhelming surge of power throughout his body, as if it was endless and he couldn't exhaust it no matter how hard he tried.

  The divine halberd at this time also grew greatly, undergoing a transformation with a loud cracking sound, filling the air with thick killing intent before suddenly being retracted, becoming even more solid and introverted, dark and heavy, a peerless evil weapon.