manynovel Chapter 3300: Lesser Fullness (The Second Big Gift)
Chapter 3300: Lesser Fullness (The Second Big Gift)
"Xiaoman, if this sword strikes, your senior brothers will 'bang' and turn into the most dazzling fireworks in the world."
Hu Xiaoman's pupils suddenly contracted.
She turned her head sharply and looked down.
The three senior brothers who were originally standing stiffly, and Yang Rui who was lying on the ground, were now experiencing a violent swelling of their bodies.
As long as Zhou Wenlun has a single thought.
Or simply if Zhou Wenlun dies.
The resentful energy of the myriad ghosts that enters the bodies of the four people will instantly go out of control and blast them to pieces.
"you……"
Hu Xiaoman turned around and stared intently at Zhou Wenlun.
He bit his lip until it bled, and blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.
"mean!"
Zhou Wenlun smiled.
He extended a finger and gently pressed it against the tip of the Nine Spirit Hairpin, pushing it away little by little.
"Xiaoman, I've already said it."
"We are a match made in heaven."
"You can't kill me."
"Because... I have the bargaining chip you care about most."
Looking at Hu Xiaoman, whose eyes were bloodshot and whose hands were trembling slightly, Zhou Wenlun's smile grew even more gentle, as if he were looking at a child throwing a tantrum.
"Xiaoman, put the sword down."
"good!"
Zhou Wenlun's voice was very soft, and it seemed somewhat ethereal when blown by the wind at high altitude, but every word was like a red-hot iron brand, imprinted on Hu Xiaoman's heart.
My fellow disciples will die!
But she just let it go like that; perhaps they would die even faster.
We must not lay down our swords!
What if we both perish?
No, she is the Heavenly Dao of two worlds!
If she dies, it will be the death of billions of lives!
but!
She doesn't want to get married!
The only person she has set her mind on is Hu Qingye!
At this moment, Hu Xiaoman felt a sharp pain, inner turmoil, and fear...
Zhou Wenlun looked into Hu Xiaoman's eyes and said lightly, "Xiaoman, if this sword were to strike, not only would your senior brothers instantly turn into blood mist, but even your beloved Father God and Mother God would be annihilated."
Hu Xiaoman's hand, which had been holding the sword very steadily, suddenly shook violently.
She clenched her teeth, her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood, and in her purplish-gold demonic eyes, killing intent and terror intertwined wildly.
"what have you done?"
She squeezed out those words through clenched teeth, her voice hoarse and barely audible.
Zhou Wenlun did not answer directly. He simply maintained that elegant posture, gently pinching the blade of the Nine Spirit Hairpin with two fingers, and slowly, irresistibly, removed it from his heart.
That power wasn't domineering, but it carried an irreversible force that instilled despair.
"Xiaoman, I have prepared a lot so that this wedding can continue."
Zhou Wenlun loosened his fingers, leaving the sharp sword hanging in mid-air.
He turned around, facing the sky churning with dark red blood-red clouds, and waved his sleeve.
"Tsk-!"
The originally thick and oppressive clouds were like a tattered cloth that had been torn apart, with a huge gash stretching for thousands of miles in the center.
No sunlight shone through the crack, nor did any stars twinkle.
Instead, there was a chaotic, violent, and destructive void.
A colossal and incredibly clear image stretched across the sky of the Extreme Realm, visible clearly to the billions of beings kneeling below.
In the scene, the spatial storm rages like a meat grinder, squeezing and deforming everything in chaos. If one is not careful, one will be swept into the long river of time and turned to ashes.
In the heart of that desolate place, two figures stood back to back, like a lone boat in a raging storm.
The moment Hu Xiaoman saw the two figures clearly, her breath caught in her throat.
Those were her father and mother gods.
Her father's black robes were already torn, revealing deep, bone-revealing wounds on his arms, but he remained as upright as a pine tree, surrounded by dense black divine power that shattered the surrounding storms time and time again.
Her mother goddess, dressed in a snow-white gown, was now shockingly stained a dark red with blood. The Holy Heaven Sword in her hand, though still shining brightly, could not conceal the mottled bloodstains on its blade.
Her long hair clung messily to her cheeks, and her cool and beautiful face was filled with exhaustion, yet she showed no sign of backing down.
"Father God...Mother God..."
Hu Xiaoman's voice trembled, and tears finally welled up in her eyes and slid down her cheeks.
The horrific atmosphere emanating from the screen made her heart clench.
Zhou Wenlun stood aside, watching Hu Xiaoman's heartbroken appearance, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
"How is it, Xiaoman?"
He leaned close to Hu Xiaoman's ear, pointed to the scene in the sky, and spoke in a tone so gentle it was chilling.
"This is the second great gift I have prepared for you."
At this moment, Zhou Wenlun's eyes radiated boundless hatred.
Zhou Wenlun hates Yang Susu and Jun Yichen!
Initially, he was by Yang Susu's side as a compass, hoping to obtain Yang Susu's divine power to repair himself.
After making some repairs, he wanted to escape from Yang Susu.
But Yang Susu wouldn't let him go!
To trap these two, he not only destroyed half of the origin of the Extreme Plate Immortal Cultivation World, but also used the ancient artifact, the Cosmic Disc.
He was clearly a being of heavenly authority, yet he was being hunted down by these two.
Everything sent into the Extreme World Space, whether it be people or objects, belongs to him!
What right do Yang Susu and Jun Yichen have to take it away?
Now, he has no choice but to merge with the Ghost Lord!
All of this is thanks to Yang Susu and Jun Yichen.
At this moment, the hatred in Zhou Wenlun's eyes was not only his own, but also that of the Ghost Lord!
If it weren't for Yang Susu and Jun Yichen, the Four Directions Ghost Realm would have already ruled the Chaos!
He wouldn't have been so seriously injured!
It certainly wouldn't hide inside this Heavenly Dao body!
All of this is because of these two people.
He wished he could tear those two apart and rip them to shreds.
Therefore, during his time in the Extreme Plate Immortal Cultivation World, he came up with an excellent idea.
The idea was to send Yang Susu and Jun Yichen to their doom.
Looking at the screen, Zhou Wenlun is laughing, and the face of the Ghost Lord is faintly visible, also laughing madly!
On the screen, Jun Yichen and Yang Susu were facing not only a violent spatial-temporal turbulence.
Around them, in that void, floated countless, hundreds of millions of dark shadows.
That's a demon.
Those are vengeful spirits.
They are not ordinary wandering ghosts.
Each one exuded a nauseating stench and an evil aura.
That was an extremely malevolent object that the Ghost Lord had collected from the ancient battlefield and that Zhou Wenlun had refined using the laws of Heaven.
The Great Array of Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring the Heavens.
At the very center of the great formation, directly above Jun Yichen and his wife, floated a huge, ancient-looking disc.
The disc rotated slowly, emanating a sense of ancient and eerie fluctuations in time.
An ancient artifact, the Cosmic Disc.
As the core of the entire formation, it not only sealed off this space-time, but also continuously extracted the surrounding spiritual energy, transforming it into extremely poisonous ghost energy, which was then poured into the bodies of those evil spirits.