jdhmnovel Chapter 372 Slaying Gods!!! (Page 12)
Chapter 372 Slaying Gods!!! (Page 12)
boom--! ! !
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, stepped out of the void, and the space beneath his feet shattered inch by inch.
But when he saw the scene before him clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints!
On the ground—
The once mighty, sky-covering dragon of wind and earth now lies dying in a pool of blood.
Its scales, comparable to divine iron, were covered with crisscrossing sword marks, each wound radiating golden sword intent, hindering the dragon's powerful self-healing ability.
The most fatal wound pierced through its head, slicing five of its six pairs of dragon eyes into bloody holes.
“Zhou Ping’s sword…” Zhang Yun, dressed in black, murmured to himself, but then suddenly looked up—
In the sky—
A terrifying figure, hundreds of feet tall, stood suspended in mid-air.
Its entire body was shrouded in the aura of death and darkness.
Wearing a black crown symbolizing the power of the underworld,
Holding a scepter entwined with countless wronged souls,
Ghostly green flames flickered in the empty eye sockets.
Osiris, the god of the underworld!
冥神
Opposite him, Zhou Ping, his white robes stained with blood, unleashed a deafening dragon roar from his Dragon Elephant Sword.
A sharp sword intent emerged from the sword, radiating a pressure that could suppress heaven and earth.
"Rumble--"
The two powerful forces collided, causing space to continuously collapse and recombine. The clouds within a radius of a hundred miles were completely shattered, revealing the pitch-black cosmic background.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, lowered his gaze and saw the altar on the ground emitting a black light.
Its surface is covered with twisted underworld runes.
The central depression was filled with thick, black blood.
The bodies of believers were arranged in bizarre positions around the area.
"Damn it!" His expression changed drastically. "They really summoned the God of the Underworld!"
Just then, the Scepter of Hades suddenly burst forth with a blinding black light!
Countless wronged souls surged out from it, transforming into a gigantic face that blotted out the sky and devoured Zhou Ping!
The sky and earth changed color, and the wind and clouds reversed!
Suddenly, the Dragon Elephant Sword in Zhou Ping's hand emitted a deafening dragon roar, and the golden dragon coiled on the sword opened its dazzling golden eyes at the same time!
Each dragon's eye reflected the scene of creation, as if containing the immense power of the universe's primordial birth.
"Sword - Heaven Splitter!"
With that soft shout, a sword light that stretched across the heavens and earth suddenly erupted!
Wherever the sword light passed, space was neatly sliced open as if by thin paper.
In the pitch-black cosmic rift, the image of stars being annihilated can be faintly seen.
The ghostly face, formed from the collective spirits of countless wronged souls, was cleaved in two before it could even utter a scream.
“Ahhhh——!!!”
The severed souls turned into a rain of black rain, each drop of which corroded the ground, creating bottomless pits.
The vegetation within a ten-mile radius withered instantly, and the rocks turned to dust.
Osiris, the god of the underworld, had his black robes fluttering without wind, and the skull decorations on his scepter emitted a piercing shriek.
"A mere mortal... dares to kill a god?"
The sound was like the simultaneous roar of millions of dead souls, and the resulting sound waves caused the entire earth to tremble violently!
Cracks hundreds of meters deep spread out like a spider web, with magma gushing out from the ground!
Amidst this earth-shattering power—
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, curled a cold smile at the corner of his mouth and slowly raised his right hand.
In the palm of his hand, five colors of lightning began to intertwine and entwine:
The golden lightning contained the majesty of the Heavenly Dao.
The azure wood thunder carries the meaning of endless life.
Black mines are as cold and sinister as the underworld.
Crimson fire and thunder burned across the eight directions.
The yellow earth mines were as thick and heavy as mountains.
"Looks like... I need to get serious."
Before the words were even finished, the five-colored lightning bolts suddenly merged!
Transform into a colossal, thunderous dragon that reaches the heavens and the earth!
The dragon's body was a thousand feet long, and every scale was formed from lightning.
The dragon horns tore through space, creating countless tiny black holes.
Destructive lightning pulsed in the dragon's eyes.
"Roar--!!!"
The thunderous dragon roared as it pounced on the God of the Underworld, causing space to collapse wherever it passed!
Even the black mist of death surrounding the God of the Underworld was evaporated by the lightning!
Osiris's expression finally changed, and he rapidly waved his scepter, creating eighteen nether barriers in front of him.
Each barrier is composed of countless wailing ghosts, exuding a suffocating aura of evil.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Heaven and earth trembled, and the void shattered!
The thunder dragon roared, five-colored lightning swirling wildly within its body, and each scale burst forth with dazzling electric light.
It twisted its thousand-foot-long dragon body frantically, trying to break free from the restraints of that sky-covering ghostly hand.
Where the dragon's tail swept, space shattered like glass, revealing a pitch-black void.
"boom--!!!"
The energy storm generated by the stalemate between the two forces swept across all directions:
The ground was forcibly sheared off by tens of feet, and countless fragments of stone were swept into the air, instantly turning into dust.
The distant mountain range collapsed one after another like building blocks.
The dark clouds in the sky were torn into pieces, revealing the blood-red firmament.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, his robes fluttering, a hint of amusement flashing in his narrowed eyes:
"interesting..."
Osiris, the god of the underworld, suddenly narrowed his six eerie green eyes, reflecting the figure of Zhang Yun in black.
For the first time, cracks appeared on His face, and His unchanging, deathly majesty was replaced by shock.
"Who are you?" This question was like the simultaneous roar of millions of dead souls in the deepest part of the netherworld, and the laws of the underworld contained in the voice caused the space within a hundred miles to begin to decay.
Upon hearing this sound, the wandering souls instantly turned into wisps of smoke and vanished.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, had his robes fluttering in the deathly aura of the underworld, but a playful smile played on his lips.
The God of the Underworld's face suddenly twisted, his lips tearing into an unbelievable arc, revealing stark white bones: "Whoever you are, since you dare to come, you shall perish in the Underworld!"
"The Netherworld of Death!!!"
This roar shattered the void!
Behind Osiris, an endless world of darkness suddenly unfolded:
On the sky, the faces of billions of distorted, wailing souls were visible.
The earth was paved with countless corpses of gods and demons, each one writhing and struggling.
Within the eighteen illusory hellish formations, one can vaguely discern ancient beings tormented by eternity.
The Yellow Springs River surges against the heavens, and in every drop of water floats a broken soul.
"Shh-!"
The sound of space being torn apart was extremely piercing. Zhang Yun, dressed in black, felt everything go black before his eyes, and the laws governing his body were instantly rewritten.
When I opened my eyes again, I was already in the deepest part of this land of death.
The Core of the Underworld —
Time seems to stand still here, and the air is filled with the gray ash of death.
The blood moon hung high in the sky, its light appearing as a viscous, blood-red liquid, dripping onto the ground with a hissing, corrosive sound.
The ground beneath their feet suddenly began to undulate—it wasn't soil at all, but countless ancient corpses entangled together!
Their fingers pierced through Zhang Yun's boots, the chilling aura of death spreading upwards from his ankles.
"Welcome to my realm." The voice of the God of the Underworld came from all directions, and with each word he spoke, countless souls exploded in the void. "Here, I am the law!"
The Dragon Elephant Sword in Zhou Ping's hand suddenly trembled violently, emitting a clear and melodious sword sound.
A golden dragon phantom appeared on the sword, severing the approaching aura of death.
"The mere underworld..." Zhou Ping sneered, his eyes blazing with sword intent.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, suddenly chuckled, a chilling pleasure lurking within his voice:
"What a coincidence, I also play the Netherworld class."
He slowly raised his right hand, and a dark vortex began to spin in his palm.
Within that vortex, one could vaguely see the scene of countless ghost messengers kneeling in worship.
"Then let's take a look..."
"Whose Netherworld...is superior!"
"[The Netherworld Descends!]!"
"boom--!!!"
Centered on Zhang Yun in black, another, even more ancient, underworld suddenly unfolds!
Nine streams of the underworld surged forth from nothingness, each entwined with the laws of death from different eras.
The projection of the eighteen levels of hell collided violently with the underworld, and countless tormented souls were reduced to ashes in the collision.
One hundred thousand ghostly soldiers and generals emerged from the earth, clad in black armor, each radiating a formidable aura.
A Yama Palace, even more magnificent than the Temple of the Underworld, rose from the ground, with the four ancient seal characters "Life and death are in my own hands" bursting forth with a dazzling light in front of it.
"Crack!"
At the center of the collision between the two netherworlds, space shattered like fragile glass.
The turbulent currents of the laws swept across all directions, and the souls that had existed for billions of years wailed and dissipated in these turbulent currents.
Osiris, the god of the underworld, finally changed his expression drastically, and fear appeared in his six eyes for the first time: "This is impossible! How could you... wield true authority over the underworld?!"
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, suddenly appeared before the God of the Underworld, the ghostly blue flames flickering in his eyes reflecting the other's shocked expression: "Surprised?"
"Pfft!"
His right hand, like the sharpest divine weapon, pierced directly through the body of the god of the underworld.
With five fingers gripping the pulsating core of the Underworld God, the most primal death power from the Nine Netherworlds began to devour it frantically.
"Now..."
"It's my turn to take over your underworld!"
"Ah—!!!" The God of the Underworld let out the most shrill scream since the beginning of time.
His six arms swung wildly, each strike capable of easily destroying a small world, yet he could not break free from this fatal restraint.
Upon seeing this, Zhou Ping noticed that the nine golden dragons on the Dragon Elephant Sword simultaneously opened their eyes.
The sword unleashed a light that illuminated eternity: "Sword - Godslayer!"
This sword strike transcends the concepts of time and space.
Before the sword light even arrived, an eternal crack had already appeared in the sky of the underworld.
Countless ancient beings, who had been imprisoned, seized the opportunity to escape, letting out long howls of liberation in the void.
"boom--!!!"
Just as Zhang Yun in black was about to crush the core of the God of the Underworld with his right hand, a jet-black ancient divine rune suddenly appeared deep within Osiris's pierced chest.
The divine script was shaped like a twisted snake, exuding a primal aura of death that made all the heavens tremble.
"You think... this is the end?" The God of the Underworld's voice suddenly became incredibly deep, each syllable causing the entire Underworld to tremble violently. "I'll show you... what the true ruler of death is!"
"The true form of the God of the Underworld!!!"
The world changes dramatically!
Osiris's body suddenly expanded, instantly tearing through the entire underworld sky!
His true form stretched endlessly through the void, his six sky-covering arms tearing through space, each finger as large as a mountain:
He holds the "Staff of Eternal Night" in his left hand, the staff wrapped in the dark origin from the beginning of the universe.
With a gentle wave, the entire battlefield was plunged into absolute darkness, even divine consciousness was swallowed up.
He holds the "Spear of the Underworld" in his right hand, and every drop of liquid dripping from the spearhead is the essence of the Underworld.
Upon hitting the ground, it corroded a bottomless abyss, where countless souls wailed in despair.
A third hand holds the "Book of Life and Death." As the pages turn, the names of beings from various worlds are crossed out and turned to ashes.