Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The Zhuxian Sword was filled with an endless sharp aura that seemed to tear the entire void apart. The aura was violent and fierce, just like a raging storm. Wherever it went, everything was afraid. This sword was like a dazzling lightning that could split the endless dark night. It carried the momentum of thunder and lightning and stabbed forward fiercely at a speed as fast as a wind and lightning. In an instant, the air seemed to be squeezed by this powerful force, making a "buzzing" sound. There was only a "puff" sound, and the sound was dull and sharp, as if a sharp dagger pierced straight into a person's heart, which was chilling. The extremely sharp sword tip was like an extremely accurate arrow, piercing straight into the chest of Yuanshi Tianzun without any deviation. Its speed and power were so fast that people had no time to react at all, as if time had frozen at this moment.

Yuanshi Tianzun's face was distorted by the pain at that moment. His facial features seemed to be kneaded by an invisible hand. He groaned in pain, and the sound was full of endless pain and despair. The blood in his mouth gushed out like a surging spring, forming a creepy blood mist in the air. The blood mist spread and dyed the surrounding air scarlet. His face was instantly filled with surprise, and his eyes revealed the confusion and bewilderment of this sudden and fatal attack. It seemed that before this, he had never expected that he would suffer such a cruel attack. His body trembled slightly, and every subtle movement seemed to tell the great pain and fear he was enduring. The trembling was like the fallen leaves in late autumn, shivering in the cold wind.

At this critical moment, the leader of the Honghuang Sect suddenly appeared without any warning, like a ghost quietly emerging from the netherworld. His appearance was like a sudden nightmare, catching people off guard. His eyes were filled with a cruelty and greed that made people's backs cold. That look seemed to be able to devour people's souls, making people dare not look at him. The eyes were deep and cold, like a bottomless abyss, once people fall into it, they will find it difficult to extricate themselves. The angry expression on his face was distorted to be almost hideous due to extreme emotions, and every wrinkle seemed to tell of his madness and ambition. His facial muscles were tense, as if they would break at any time. He opened his mouth and shouted hoarsely: "In this world, whoever has enough power, this thing should belong to him!" The voice seemed to carry an invisible pressure, like a heavy mountain pressing on people's hearts, making people feel difficult to breathe. Every word was like a sharp nail, piercing into people's ears fiercely, making people suffer.

Before the voice completely faded, the leader of the Honghuang Sect suddenly swung his arm with force. The force seemed to be able to shake the heavens, the earth, and the mountains. The air around him was trembling. When his arm was swung, it brought up a gust of wind, and the sound of the wind was as shrill as the howling of ghosts and wolves.

The Zhuxian formation was instantly activated by his action. From the formation that was originally rotating slowly behind him, countless long swords shot out rapidly like a dense rainstorm. Those long swords flashed with cold light, and runes on the swords flashed, emitting a mysterious and powerful force.

The long swords whistled wildly forward with a piercing sound, and with overwhelming momentum, they made waves of "swish swish swish" sounds, which were like thousands of horses galloping, extremely powerful and terrifying. Each sword contained endless power, as if it was going to destroy everything in front of it.

The whole space seemed to be enveloped by this powerful force, making people feel an irresistible sense of oppression. The air became heavy and oppressive, as if it was going to crush people alive.

However, this seemingly indestructible and powerful attack that could destroy everything seemed to encounter an unbreakable wall of steel when it encountered Wang Xunhai, and encountered unprecedented stubborn obstacles.

The crackling sound continued, and countless Zhuxian swords hit Wang Xunhai's body like raindrops, but they were all bounced off by a dazzling golden light. The golden light was like an indestructible shield, protecting Wang Xunhai tightly from any harm. The golden light exuded a sacred and majestic aura, which was like warm sunshine, illuminating everything in the world, making people fall in love with it. The light was brilliant and brilliant, as if it was the most beautiful gem in the world, emitting charming brilliance.

Wang Xunhai slowly raised his head, and his eyes lit up with a golden light as hot and dazzling as the scorching sun. The light was so bright and brilliant that it seemed to be able to completely dispel all the darkness and haze in the world. His eyes were firm and sharp, staring at the Honghuang leader in front of him like a sword without blinking. His eyes were full of confidence and majesty, as if telling the other party that he was invincible. A look of disdain and contempt appeared at the corner of his mouth. His voice was as cold as frost, and he slowly said: "Who do you say is your meal?" The tone was full of confidence and majesty, which made people dare not despise. Every word was like a cold wind, blowing through people's hearts and making people feel a chill.

Hearing this, the face of the Honghuang leader suddenly became extremely ugly. His eyes were full of astonishment and disbelief, as if he had seen the most incredible scene in the world. His mouth opened wide, as if he could swallow a watermelon. He opened his mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Why didn't you die?" There was a hint of despair and fear in his voice, as if his world had completely collapsed at this moment. The voice was like a desperate roar, echoing in the air, making people feel sad.

Before the Honghuang Cult Master could fully recover from the extreme shock, Wang Xunhai waved his arm lightly, and countless swords condensed by golden light shot forward like meteors. Those swords flashed with dazzling light, like bright stars, illuminating the entire dark space.

There was a deafening "bang" like thunder, and the swords smashed into the body of the Honghuang Cult Master like powerful artillery shells. The extremely powerful impact instantly tore the Honghuang Cult Master's body apart. Under this terrifying force, his body turned into a bloody mess of fragments, falling miserably to the ground. Blood splattered everywhere, like blooming red lotuses, dyeing a large area of ​​land red. The bloody scene was unbearable to look at, as if it was a scene of hell on earth.

Wang Xunhai stood quietly in place, his body emitting a majestic and sacred golden light, which was dazzling, like a scorching sun shining on everything in the world. This light made him look as tall and majestic as a god, which was intimidating and made people feel awe involuntarily. His figure was upright, like a towering tree, standing between heaven and earth, emitting an unparalleled momentum. His eyes were deep and calm, as if everything in the world was under his control.

When Haotian and Yuanshi Tianzun saw this scene, they felt a chill running up from their feet to their heads. Their scalps went numb and their bodies trembled slightly. Their eyes were filled with deep shock and awe, a genuine awe of absolute power. They looked at each other in surprise and said in trembling voices, "You have reached the realm of exiled immortals above the gods." There was a hint of fear and admiration in their voices, as if they were facing an existence that could not be surpassed. Their faces were as pale as paper, and their eyes were filled with helplessness and confusion, as if at this moment, their world had completely collapsed.