Chapter 515 Red Torrent
"How dare you, the remnants of the Ming Cult, act so arrogantly!"

Da Jingfang, a muscular and powerful immortal with standing hair and beard, who looked more like a bandit than a cultivator, roared and chopped down at Zhang Wuji with the huge axe in his hand.

This man's name is Cheng Lei. He has been refining that axe for a long time. He once used it to split a mountain with one axe, and earned it a great name, called the Axe of Creation. Now, when he chops with the axe, it is so powerful that the wind whimpers, and it has a force that no one can stop.

"Well done!"

Zhang Wuji shouted loudly, and the golden knife in his hand flew out of his hand. He fought head-on with a stratagem. The light was bright, and the two swords flew back at the same time, and the fight ended in a draw.

"I was wondering what you had to rely on, but it turns out to be nothing more than this. In that case, then you can leave your life behind!"

Cheng Lei caught the axe, weighed the handle, a hint of sneer appeared on his face, he took a long breath, and his magic power circulated like the wind, stimulating the joints in his body. He transformed into a real body of a hundred feet, with disheveled hair, grinning, and the Axe of Creation in his hand also grew larger.

"Die to me!"

He roared, strode forward, and walked into the air. Every step made the sound of thunder, and he was wrapped in wind and clouds, with muscles piling up, like an ancient god of war.

"You have such a small trick, yet you dare to show off your ugliness? I'll chop off your head first!"

Zhang Wuji was not afraid. He shook his body and revealed his Baizhang Dharmakāya, with a green face, fangs, and scarlet hair. He swung his knife viciously at Cheng Lei.

He has been practicing this method for a long time. It is the Eight-Nine Profound Art that has been modified by Gu Qingyuan. Now, when he uses it, it has infinite power and limitless strength.

With one slash, with the power of heaven and earth, he cut the Axe of Creation in half. With another slash, he destroyed Cheng Lei's hundred-foot-long real body. With the last slash, he beheaded him, separating his head from his body and turning it into a pile of flesh.

"Hahaha," Zhang Wuji laughed heartily, "Do you really think I'm afraid of you? You're just a small cultivator, you can't withstand three of my sword strikes. To tell you the truth, I'm still holding back!"

Cheng Lei's broken body remained silent, but it shocked the other righteous immortals. One immortal secretly looked at the giant god with green face, fangs and red hair, and shouted: "That demon used his magic power, it looks powerful. Fellow Daoist Cheng is also a body-refining cultivator for many years, but he couldn't resist three swords. Everyone, be careful."

He rolled his eyes and said, "There is no need to talk about morality with this evil thief. If we kill this thief, our army will be unstoppable. Let's join forces and kill him first!"

The others naturally understood this principle as well. Those who could escape temporarily gave up fighting the enemy, while those who could not escape would entangle the enemy tightly and make sure that the enemy would not be free to provide support.

Dozens of streams of light flew out and flew towards Zhang Wuji. All kinds of magic weapons and colorful divine lights also rushed towards Zhang Wuji. At this moment, a beast roar was heard, and suddenly a bloody rain fell from the sky, mixed with the bloodstains on the battlefield, and wisps of blood mist filled the air.

In the blood mist, a huge figure suddenly appeared. As soon as it appeared, it opened its bloody mouth and bit towards the nearby light. Those who could not dodge in time fell into the huge mouth, and with a few screams, they were swallowed by the water monster.

Baiyue stood on top of the water monster, and the water spirit bead in his hand released blood mist, moisturizing the water monster's skin and creating a favorable home environment for it.

Seeing the frightened monks, he smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and the blood-stained water of the Heavenly River slowly fell in front of the monks: "This road is blocked!"

The righteous immortals did not want to get entangled here, and looked at each other for a few seconds: "Fellow Daoists, please stop this beast for the time being. We will divide our forces, kill the culprit, and then work together to drive away this demon beast!"

Several people nodded at the same time, and dozens of streams of light dispersed. Some stopped to greet Baiyue, and more rushed towards Zhang Wuji. Baiyue did not stop them, but just looked at the righteous immortals who stayed behind, pinched their fingers and chanted spells, rolling up the surging Hunhe River.

“Come on, come on, I haven't had enough fun yet!” Zhang Wuji became more and more arrogant. Instead of retreating, he advanced. The blood sword in his hand flew out, and the sword light turned into a thread. In an instant, the blood thread pierced through the heart of a cultivator, and his flesh and blood were all swallowed up by the blood thread. The black sword turned into black light, and it rushed forward, breaking the enemy.

The discerning immortal said hurriedly, "This is the magic treasure of the Moon Demon Fengdu. He used these two magic weapons to kill countless fellow Taoists. We searched the world for revenge but couldn't find any trace of the demon. We didn't expect that the magic treasure fell into the hands of this demon!"

"This Ming Dynasty is indeed a place where filth and evil are hidden, and the devil's legacy is passed down. Today, we will enforce justice on behalf of heaven and kill this devil!"

The righteous immortals all responded and used all kinds of magical powers to block their way. Zhang Wuji was fearless. He relied on his strong body from the Eight-Nine Profound Art and the unparalleled killing power of his three magic weapons. He actually fought on equal terms.

The blood threads expanded and turned into a net, cutting the man in front of him into pieces less than the size of a fist. Blood and flesh splashed all over Zhang Wuji's head and face. At the same time, a beam of light from behind pierced through his body, but was locked by his flesh and blood. He exhaled slightly, forcing the light out of his body.

The two sides have been fighting for half an hour now. Although Zhang Wuji has magical weapons and magic skills with him, he has not practiced for a long time. Secondly, the righteous practitioners are as numerous as ants. All he can rely on is Baiyue, a top master, and the second-tier Red Flame Army. How can they compete with the righteous path?

With a loud thunder, a sharp sword light with the power of thunder and lightning came down. Zhang Wuji was now entangled by the person in front of him and could not react. He had to raise the black sword to resist the oncoming sword light.

The sword light retracted as soon as it touched, with two changes, quickly dodged the black sword, and slashed towards Zhang Wuji's head. Zhang Wuji had no choice but to resist with his flesh and blood. Fortunately, the Eight-Nine Profound Art was powerful, and the sword light slashed down, breaking the flesh and blood, cutting off the bones, and the sword was gone.

However, this injury destroyed Zhang Wuji's magical power, and his breath became disordered. He could no longer use the Eight-Nine Profound Arts, and his whole body slowly shrank and returned to a normal human body.

"That little demon can't hold on any longer. Fellow Daoists, don't hold back. Follow me to eliminate the demon and defend the Dao!"

The righteous people shouted loudly, not giving Zhang Wuji any chance to breathe, and they rushed forward, followed by more magic spells, sword lights and knife blades.

"Exorcising demons and defending justice, what a high-sounding phrase! To be your enemy is the demon, what a righteous path!"

Zhang Wuji was gasping for breath. There were more than hundreds of sword and knife wounds on his body, as if he had been tortured by slow slicing. However, he did not look depressed, and instead became a little more crazy.

"May I ask what kind of demons you are exorcising and what principles you are defending?"

Just as he was about to risk his life, he suddenly stopped, smiled strangely, and said to everyone: "Did you hear it?"

The monks had no idea what Zhang Wuji was up to, and they kept talking: "Evil heretic, what confusing words are you going to say again!"

Zhang Wuji put his hands to his ears and listened attentively: "Didn't you hear it?" He pointed at himself, "I heard it very clearly!"

"That is the cry of all people, the burning rage of the people, and the first cry of the birth of humanity!"

In that mysterious, neither real nor unreal place, in the vast spiritual network, streams of pure thoughts gathered together, and the dragon energy and national destiny of the Ming Dynasty, which had gradually transformed into a true dragon, suddenly collapsed and merged into it.

With prayers being heard in the back and the ocean of thoughts filling with anger, it gradually took on color. It was the brightest red, flowing endlessly into a rolling red torrent. A shadow slowly took shape, and many noises gathered together, leaving only one clear sound.

"As a human being, who dares to be superior?"

The spiritual network was surging, the vitality of heaven and earth was rolling, thoughts were gathering, and a giant formed by the convergence of red torrents was born. With a roar, it was like the first cry after the birth of the human race at the opening of the heaven and earth, announcing his arrival to heaven and earth!
(End of this chapter)