Chapter 3827: Luo Tong Luo
On the Santu River, two mountain-sized black shadows halted, raising their halberds and spears to issue the order to stop the pursuit.
They seemed to have no bodies, no life, only shadows, extremely eerie.
Zhang Ruochen's heart sank to the bottom, realizing that a great upheaval must have occurred at the Sword God Temple.
Because the state of these black shadows before him, and the aura they emitted, were all too familiar to Zhang Ruochen.
In the Sword God Temple, the artifact spirits of the Heavenly Dao Flute and the Earth Demon Sparrow, affected by the dark and eerie force, had also appeared as black silhouettes.
Without a doubt, the so-called Shadow Legion had emerged from the "Sword Soul Hollow" of the Sword God Temple.
If a great upheaval had occurred at the Sword God Temple, the Sword Realm, which was not far from the Sword God Temple, would inevitably face a huge risk of exposure.
And were the Old Drunkard and the Starry Sea Angler, who had gone and never returned, still alive?
Zhang Ruochen's mood was heavy. His eyelids contracted, and two brilliant star seas emerged in his pupils.
"Whoosh!"
In an instant, the radiance of Truth bloomed across the star domain of the Veil Nebula, boundless and dazzling.
The Shadow Legion was illuminated, revealing their clear forms.
Among the two mountain-sized black shadows standing at the front of the legion, Zhang Ruochen had seen one in the Sword God Temple—it was Xiang Fatian, a Heavenly Lord of the Underworld Clan from the era of the Immovable Bright King Great Venerable.
Xiang Fatian had ears like palm-leaf fans, a nose three feet long, a humanoid body, and an elephant's head.
However, the Xiang Fatian that appeared in the Sword God Temple was merely a remnant soul.
But the one before him possessed a real body, emitting an aura far more powerful than before.
Moreover, the Shura battle qi on him completely overshadowed the Nether qi of the Underworld Clan cultivators.
He had transformed into a Shura!
Clearly, he had undergone the baptism of the Shura Battle Soul Sea.
The other tall black shadow holding a spear was covered in feathers, wearing a hat shaped like a palace on its head, surrounded by six-fingered eyes, each emitting different Dao resonance fluctuations, each with a unique power.
With Zhang Ruochen's help, the eerie dark qi inside Ni Xuan Bei Shi was dispelled, and her wounds gradually healed.
She said, "Xiang Fatian and the Cangque Yuren are two of the six great commanders of the Shadow Legion."
Bing Huang's figure appeared at the very front of everyone, standing at the edge of the shattered space. The cold light emanating from his body froze even the Santu River in the chaos.
Two opposing auras clashed, splitting the starry sky in half.
One half was shrouded in frost, the other corroded by darkness.
Xiang Fatian laughed loudly: "Each generation produces its own talents; this era has indeed given birth to many prodigies.
I wonder which divine being repelled the Kui Liang Emperor?"
Zhang Ruochen muttered softly: "Somewhat arrogant and blind."
Xiang Fatian's gaze skipped over Bing Huang and landed on Zhang Ruochen. His expression gradually turned cold and stern. "A scholar must be viewed with new eyes after three days of separation. We meet again!"
Zhang Ruochen smiled. "I thought Xiang Fatian had not died, that his true body had survived into this era.
But now it seems you are still the same remnant soul from the Sword God Temple back then.
What, where did you get this body?"
Xiang Fatian said, "This is this Heavenly Lord's own body."
Zhang Ruochen stared at him intently, then shook his head. "It doesn't look like you've taken over your own corpse... Something is strange. Who helped you forge a new body?
Luo Tong Luo?
Or the dark eeriness deep within the Sword Soul Hollow?"
The Cangque Yuren beside Xiang Fatian raised his long spear, releasing countless electric sparks with thunderous roars. "Why waste so many words with them? Fight!"
Xiang Fatian stopped him.
The sound of surging waves came from afar, growing louder and more rumbling, reaching everyone's ears.
The Shura Battle Soul Sea radiated various lights, vast and mighty, surging from a tributary of the Santu River, quickly filling the Veil Nebula star domain, magnificent and spectacular.
Standing before it, any cultivator, any power, seemed utterly insignificant.
This was an ocean formed by liquefied Shura battle qi, the supreme sanctity of the Shura Clan, comparable to the Bai Cang Star of the Undying Blood Clan.
On the sea surface, lightning bolts as thick as stars interwove and darted, raising countless water columns that condensed into a blue-haired woman millions of miles tall, her hair flowing loose.
She had three eyes on her forehead, each strand of hair like a blue divine river dancing in the starry sky. Her Shura battle qi was astonishingly intense, carrying Ancestor Rules and Ancestor Divine Qi, pressing down until space nearly solidified.
"It's Luo Tong Luo... she... why is she here..."
"Today, are they really leaving us no way out?"
The several Shura Clan gods who had been with Feng Chen Sword God looked at the Shura Battle Soul Sea hanging overhead like a canopy covering the sky, feeling a despair that came from the depths of their souls, even if their faces could still maintain firmness and resolve.
Faced with such pressure, Zhang Ruochen showed no fear. He spread his arms, raising the Ten Thousand Buddha Formation to protect everyone.
He sensed a hint of familiarity in Luo Tong Luo, lifted his head, and said, "Are you the Ancestor remnant soul that once appeared in the Sword Soul Hollow?"
In the Sword Soul Hollow, an Ancestor remnant soul had once appeared, blocked by Ji Fanxin, unable to descend.
Of course, this was because the radiance of the Sword Source Divine Tree could suppress the darkness within them, preventing them from unleashing their true power.
Over the years, Luo Tong Luo's remnant soul must have been rapidly recovering its strength, no longer as weak as when it first descended into the real world.
Moreover, Luo Tong Luo seemed to have already refined the Shura Battle Soul Sea.
The Shura Battle Soul Sea was now her body; she could mobilize the power of the entire ocean, and her combat strength was now on a completely different level.
Luo Tong Luo's voice was extremely vast and melodious: "This is the Shura Clan's internal affair. You Undying Blood Clan had best not interfere, lest you provoke a war between the two clans."
Bing Huang was not intimidated by Luo Tong Luo's aura at all. Divine light radiated from his body, and he said resolutely, "You do not represent the Shura Clan."
"I am now the Hall Master of the Shura Divine Temple, revered by all Shura Clan cultivators. Why can I not represent them?
Besides me, who in the current Hell Realm can represent the Shura Clan?"
Luo Tong Luo said.
With an Ancestor returning, controlling the Shadow Legion and the Shura Battle Soul Sea, and carrying the momentum of killing Ni Xuan Shenzun and severely wounding the Shura Divine Temple Hall Master, it was naturally not difficult to subdue the various divine temples of the Shura Clan.
Xiang Fatian said, "The twenty-four Shura Divine Temples have all sworn allegiance to Lord Luo Tong Luo. If you dare to harbor rebels, you are declaring war on the Shura Clan.
If the Shura Clan falls into chaos, the Shura Star Pillar Realm will inevitably become unstable. Then, the Starry Sky Defense Line will collapse, and we will all become prey for the gods of the Heavenly Court."
The Shura Star Pillar Realm was the most critical link in the Starry Sky Defense Line, directly confronting the Heavenly Court.
Except for Ni Xuan Bei Shi and Feng Chen Sword God, the other Shura Clan gods smiled bitterly, believing that Zhang Ruochen and Bing Huang would surely prioritize the greater good and hand them over.
At that moment, Zhang Ruochen's voice rang out: "Coincidentally, while this is your Shura Clan's internal affair, it is also my family affair.
Ni Xuan Bei Shi and I happen to be relatives. If I hand her over, my maternal grandfather will surely sever ties with me.
So... I have to take charge of this matter!"
On the Shura Battle Soul Sea, a fierce wind suddenly arose, emitting a piercing howl.
"Such audacity! Let me see if you have the weight to back it up!"
Luo Tong Luo formed hand seals, divine power surging through heaven and earth. Strange sounds like "wu wu" came from the bottom of the Shura Battle Soul Sea, and a strange war beast burst out from the sea.
This war beast was condensed from divine abilities, named Tun Tian, its body filled with dense Shura battle qi.
Zhang Ruochen's expression turned serious. With a palm strike, he hit the Gui Chi at the center of the Ten Thousand Buddha Formation.
"Heaven and Earth illuminate each other, Five Fingers Grasp the Universe."
After integrating the Ming Jing Platform into his physical body, Zhang Ruochen had comprehended the Sixth Patriarch's ultimate technique. Now, borrowing the formation inscriptions of the Ten Thousand Buddha Formation and the Ancestor Buddhist Qi in the Land of Ultimate Bliss, he unleashed it.
Two golden Buddha handprints, each ninety million miles long, one above and one below, slapped the Tun Tian war beast, causing it to explode.
Then, the Buddha handprints struck the Shura Battle Soul Sea from two dimensions, above and below.
Luo Tong Luo looked up, opened her third eye on her forehead, and a Bagua Dao seal appeared in her pupil, which then evolved into the "Luo Shu" Nine Palaces, shattering the golden Buddha handprint descending from the sky.
"Boom!"
The golden Buddha handprint rising from below struck the Shura Battle Soul Sea, like a stone sinking into the ocean, all its power silently swallowed.
"You have some skill. Let's stop here for today. We're leaving!"
Luo Tong Luo's divine voice rang out. Her liquid body, millions of miles tall, dispersed and returned to the sea.
Then, the Shura Battle Soul Sea rolled up the Shadow Legion and departed along the Santu River.
Luo Tong Luo had never intended to fight Zhang Ruochen and the others.
First, Zhang Ruochen, A Fuya, and Bing Huang were no ordinary opponents. Fighting them alone, even if she won, it would be a pyrrhic victory.
Second, in the battle at Bai Cang Star, even the Kui Liang Emperor had been driven back, clearly indicating that other powerful figures were lurking in the shadows.
Third, the Veil Nebula star domain was not far from the Wuding Divine Sea and the Starry Sky Defense Line. Once a prolonged battle ensued, it would inevitably attract the Heavenly Lords of the Heavenly Court and the Hell Realm.
"Want to leave? Not so easy!"
Zhang Ruochen flew out of the Ten Thousand Buddha Formation. With a thought, time and space followed his will, undergoing a terrifying and massive collapse.
That tributary of the Santu River collapsed section by section, blocking the retreat path of the Shura Battle Soul Sea.
"Whoosh!"
Zhang Ruochen swung his arm, and the sound of chains whipping came from his palm.
The Heavenly God Lock flew out, like an iron river a billion miles long, heavily striking the Shura Battle Soul Sea.
Seawater splashed, and a large number of black shadows in the Shadow Legion screamed, their forms splitting apart.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
A Fuya shot nine arrows in succession, like meteors crashing into the ocean, causing nine areas of the Shura Battle Soul Sea to sink downward.
But the nine arrows were swallowed by the seawater.
A Fuya tried to retrieve the nine arrows, but it was too late; she had lost contact with the divine arrows.
"So formidable. Luo Tong Luo, having refined the Shura Battle Soul Sea into her body, is now incredibly powerful.
If I cannot merge with the Ancestor's corpse, I am definitely no match for her."
She said.
After A Fuya suffered a loss, Zhang Ruochen and Bing Huang dared not casually use divine artifacts again. Both used movement techniques, chasing the Shura Battle Soul Sea with their true bodies.
"Seeking death!"
From the Shura Battle Soul Sea, a liquid hand reached out and struck Bing Huang.
The liquid hand was frozen by Bing Huang's divine ability. In the fierce clash, it shattered into pieces of ice.
But Bing Huang was also sent flying by this palm strike!
Another liquid hand struck at Zhang Ruochen. Zhang Ruochen's body suddenly disappeared.
The next moment, he crossed the endless sea, appearing on its surface, standing majestically above the heads of the Shadow Legion.
"Zhang Ruochen!"
"Form the battle formation!"
Xiang Fatian roared, then raised his long spear.
Behind him, the black shadows in the Shadow Legion each spat out a black beam of light, their battle might and power converging together.
"Die!"
Zhang Ruochen held the Eternal Spear, his body like a mountain, and thrust the spear downward.
This spear transcended the rules of time, not giving Xiang Fatian any time to gather the power of the Shadow Legion, directly striking him on the head.
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