Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Peaks Tremble

  Mirror Hell

  Innumerable ghostly faces contorted in agony, they spewed forth bloody thorns, transforming into crimson waves that engulfed the void.

  Blood waves surge to the sky, merging into one current, as if even ancient mountains can be washed away and heavenly pits can be filled, chaotic spirits and ghostly sounds penetrate every pore, shaking the heart and soul.

  Her eyes gleamed with a cold light, her feet trod the sky, and the sword in her hand burst forth with a dazzling golden divine light, its sharpness revealing itself, causing this void of hell to warp slightly.

  The sword's power slashes, the majestic life energy surges within the sword body, the sword seems to gently sway like a willow in the wind, yet its sharp edge splits heaven and earth, wave after wave of blood is split in two, with each slash dispersing a wave of blood, a ghostly face wails and dissipates.

  The ghost mirror shattered, and in the next moment, countless ghost mirrors sprouted out again, continuous and endless.

  A cold light flashed in his eyes, and two yin-yang fish appeared in his pupils. The golden yin-yang fish rotated, as if they could see through the void and distinguish between yin and yang.

  Ether extreme yin and yang enlightenment sword way, for yin and yang two ways, in broken into the sword rhyme lower boundary, Qitian enlightenment some, again broken into middle boundary, this pair of eyes, has been able to initially distinguish yin and yang, although no mighty power, but some evil ghostly illusions, have nowhere to hide.

  Her eyes gleamed with a ghostly mirror, two sharp auras shot out from her eyes, she took a step that shook the heavens, her sword sliced open the bloody waves, dozens of ghost faces were crushed, the rhythm of her sword was like a realm, light as a feather or heavy as a mountain, the power of her sword could split heaven and earth.

  With the sword's killing intent, he controlled the sword's consciousness, and Qi Tian felt his mind clearer than ever. His understanding of swordsmanship also became more profound. His gaze locked onto the ghostly mirror, its sharp edges gleaming, as he cleaved a path through the bloody waves. The ghostly face contorted in rage, but it couldn't shake his mental state, being completely crushed by the sword's edge.

  Roar!

  Surrounded by sharp edges, the ordinary ghost mirror shook, wave after wave of bloody waves spread out, the stench of blood water thick as paste, a fierce and sinister breath overflowed, the surrounding ghost mirrors trembled with fear, suddenly shattering countless ones.

  "It's you after all!"

  Qitian Leng took a cold drink, his footsteps treading on empty air, one step crossing over numerous blood waves, descending onto the ghost mirror above, recognizing the sword's power, like an ancient mountain crushing down, warping the void, and dispersing the continuous great waves.

  Roar!

  The ghostly mirror let out a loud roar, and from it emerged a gigantic ghost face the size of a small mountain. The sky was filled with a surge of blood energy that gathered together, causing the entire ghost face to turn into a bloody color.

  A ghostly face howls, with a sound of ghosts wailing and wolves crying, as if there are countless vengeful spirits trapped inside, unable to be reincarnated.

  With a concentrated gaze, just as he was about to make his move, the tranquil sarira on his chest emerged once again. The thumb-sized sarira emitted a vast Buddhist light, which condensed into a golden sun that descended upon the ghost-faced man.

  The eerie atmosphere dissipated, and the ghostly face let out a terrified roar. However, the Buddha's light was intense, and no matter how much bloodthirsty energy it unleashed, countless vengeful spirits could not withstand it. Moreover, this was not even the real Yama Temple, let alone the Eighteen Levels of Hell, which were beyond compare.

  The ghost's face was suppressed by the Buddha's light, and its blood glow dimmed, being pressed back inch by inch into the mirror.

  As if infinite Buddhist chanting sounds rose, heavenly micro-punishment, condensed heart and spirit, majestic sword consciousness surged, Buddha's sound did not add to the body, his sword body was strong and powerful, with sharp edges tempered, life energy extremely vast, even in the eighteen layers of hell, it could not be shaken.

  The sarira fell, the ghost mirror shattered into pieces. In an instant, the entire fourth layer of hell disappeared, leaving only a desolate prison and a six-foot-tall ugly tree.

  The sarira fell down and stuck to the ugly tree's fruit at the top, and it didn't move again.

  Plucked the fruit and sarira, watching the ugly tree dissolve, Qitian couldn't help but frown, looked at the black fruit in his hand, decided to wait for this small comparison, then go to the Zangjing Pavilion to read a bit, regardless of true or false, this fruit can attract sarira, it's hard to say, it's just another kind of Lingcao.

  Green Cloud Valley

  Nine-story cloud platform floating above the sky, nine peaks of the master sitting on the cloud end, they drink purple bamboo wine, taste the spiritual fruit, without a word.

  Many of the 16th generation disciples were silent and speechless, some elders had a deep gaze, everyone's eyes were fixed on one empty space.

  "Ascend to the Azure Sky, Fifth Layer of the Steaming Cauldron Hell!"

  After half a stick of incense.

  "Lei Gang, the fifth layer of Steaming Pot Hell!"

  "Seventh Heaven, Fifth Layer of Steaming Cauldron Hell!"

  "He caught up with Leigang!"

  "How did this kid have such a mindset? Four layers of hell couldn't stop him!"

  "Not bad, the fourth layer of the Mirror Hell, but there are ghost faces condensed with consciousness, blood energy soaring to the sky, ordinary people can't bear it at all!"

  Many of the 16th generation disciples were shocked, Qitian broke into the fifth layer, which was enough to make them aware of many things. Perhaps, the legend that belonged to Jianfeng had revived again after five thousand years.

  At this time, some elders recalled the various things about Jianfeng. Five thousand years ago, the Xuanjian Upper Person stood above the Qingyun, suppressing the local prefecture-level sects. Could it be that after five thousand years, Jianfeng would produce another Xuanjian Upper Person?

  "It's impossible, and let's not mention whether Qitian can survive the heavenly tribulation of every realm. Those numerous spirit stones are not something that Jianfeng can possess. The pre-heavenly sword body can only be upgraded with spirit stones, and after breaking into the sword fetus realm, even if he absorbs and spits out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, his cultivation will not improve."

  "Not bad! Rumor has it that many innate sword bodies have emerged in the near ancient times, but except for Xuanjian Shangren, no one else has achieved anything. Xuanjian Shangren was also a coincidence of opportunity back then, and obtained a Holy Spirit Stone from a fairy cave, only then did he achieve something. Qi Yun is not something that everyone has."

  There are elderly people passing on messages, and some are turning a deaf ear, but in their hearts, they each have their own plans.

  Once again, a wisp of fragrance wafted by, and Yun Biyu led six people into the fifth level of hell.

  "Cloud Flight, Fourth Layer of the Mirror Hell!"

  After a moment of silence, the master of Purple Thunder Peak spoke up first. His face showed a peculiar expression as he said, "Brother Ming has indeed shown his skills. This Yun Fei may have a bad reputation, but this mindset is truly rare."

  Ming Xian saw Dao Ren lightly smile and remain silent, Leng Yangfeng's master furrowed his brow. Half a year ago, he had seen Yun Fei, and in this half year, it seemed as though he had undergone a transformation of rebirth.

  Only Ming Bingdao had a smile on his face, he was drinking purple bamboo wine, his fingers were crystal clear like jade, gently tapping the cloud platform, emitting a strange rhythm, many of the 16th generation disciples around him were captivated.

  Half a time period passed, on the cloud platform of Qingyun Peak, a jade plaque changed once again.

  "Step into the Azure Sky, Sixth Layer of the Copper Pillar Hell!"

  "We've really reached the sixth level! Many who have recognized the divine realm can't withstand this step, and the blue sky is truly unattainable."

  "Let's see if he can get past the sixth floor!"

  At the same time, everyone's eyes were shifting between Purple Thunder Peak and Sword Peak, with some guesses in their minds.

  On each peak's cloud platform, there is a bronze tripod, in which the tripod burns with an immortal fragrance, the smoke curls up, and on the cloud platform, all kinds of weather phenomena appear.

  The eighth pillar of incense has burned out.

  "Seventh Heaven, Sixth Layer of Copper Column Hell!"

  "Lei Gang has not broken through yet!"

  Many of the 16th generation disciples were whispering to each other, finding it hard to believe that Qi Tian had entered the sect for less than a year and had already charged through the five layers of the Steam Cloud Hell. This kind of promotion speed made many people feel ashamed.

  Zi Lei Feng's face looked somewhat unsightly, and in the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, Lei Gang broke into the sixth layer.

  Copper Column Hell

  Heavenly Sword Intent slashes down, each sword intent is pushed to the extreme, thick and heavy sword intent condenses into a sharp edge, cutting through illusions, extinguishing clusters of ghostly flames.

  His whole body emits Buddha light, and the relics of Buddha light penetrate his body, and evil spirits cannot approach him.

  Copper pillar hell, with a giant copper pillar, each one piercing the sky, being burned to crimson by the ghost fire, in the white ghost fire, countless wronged souls wailed and screamed, the ghostly sound shook the void, but was drowned out by the Buddha light surrounding the sky.

  "It's the sixth level." Qitian furrowed his brow, "The sixth level, with my cultivation, I should be able to pass through, but the seventh level, perhaps Sheli can, but it's not due to the power of the sword path."

  In the Qingyun Valley, even breathing was barely audible at this time. On the Jiufang Cloud Platform, the majestic Godly Aura that had disappeared earlier seemed to be condensing again.

  Yanluo Temple, the 18th level of hell, nine people including Qitian burst into the sixth level, and dozens of people including Yunfei entered the fifth level. (Recommendation votes are on the rise, everyone is starting to give it their all, those who have collected this novel, please wake up a bit more! This classical fantasy novel has always prioritized quality over quantity, so updates may be slow, but since everyone has started to show their support, I will start brewing and under the premise of ensuring quality, there will be an explosive update in a few days, let's make those recommendation votes even more intense!)