With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 842 - 616: Once Weak Bones Could Not Hold the Sword, Now Divine Might Can Suppress Demons!

Chapter 842: Chapter 616: Once Weak Bones Could Not Hold the Sword, Now Divine Might Can Suppress Demons!

Hoo—

Meng Chuan temporarily eased his mind, but he knew clearly that the negative impact brought by devouring others’ souls couldn’t always rely on refining within the consciousness sea.

Even the Innate Full Divine Power of a master like his couldn’t do anything against the huge resentment at the Spirit Platform!

Pursuing strength must be done with propriety.

Meng Chuan once again awakened internally, determined to use this move sparingly...

Beyond his body, his sensing range expanded threefold, simultaneously becoming more sensitive to new findings.

This "world" had lost its master and was gradually closing and shrinking.

The Steel Burner was dead, with no force left to obstruct him.

He easily used a flame to burn open the "dimension" that separated this world from the human realm.

The "sizzling" sound echoed, and a gigantic rift appeared before Meng Chuan.

Before leaving, he tried touching the void with his newly awakened Spiritual Power.

His fingertips inexplicably condensed half a golden ripple, which rippled away.

Meng Chuan deeply felt the sealed remnants of Steel Burner’s final moment of fear within...

This was the embryonic form of materializing Spiritual Power, also...

A ticket to ascend to a higher dimension.

With a single move, he retrieved the Bone Sword that was knocked away and held it in his palm.

The Explosive Flame originally attached to him dissipated along with its master’s demise, revealing the true form of the Bone Sword.

Jagged bone spurs covered its entirety, with hundreds of sharp hooks glinting coldly, exceptionally eerie.

Others wouldn’t dare to even touch it, feeling chills just glancing at it.

This item was part of Steel Burner’s tailbone and should accurately be considered a remnant carcass...

But in his hands, it could be regarded as... True Martial forging material?

The quality of the Bone Sword is unquestionably extraordinary.

It can withstand hundreds of clashes with Naihe Bridge Head Moon without damage, and even Demon Seed True Qi cannot corrode it; how could it be a common object?

The Yang Family’s old Grandmaster intended to help him reforge an upgraded weapon, forging a fourth-grade halberd; let’s see if this item will be useful then...

...

The outside world.

The acting Corps Commander, two old monks, and Grandmaster Lian watched as the color of the fire shield dimmed, promptly ready for action.

Grandmaster Lian clasped his fingers together, the brilliant blue True Gang like a tiger hunting in the wind, eyes firmly locking onto the demon.

The overturned light shield completely faded, and a crimson light transformed into a crimson small flag, firmly grasped by the demon.

Fang Jianxing’s face lit up with joy, Meng Chuan is dead!

Escape! 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

His gaze immediately targeted the weakest person among the four, the skinny monk.

Chen Xin’s hair stood on end and he immediately shouted:

"The formation is broken, Grandmaster Lian, quickly take action!"

Grandmaster Lian remained in a folded-arm posture, indifferent to Chen Xin’s shouts.

His spiritual perception was exceptional; after Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, he could already sense dimensional fluctuations.

No matter whether it was the big shot approaching, or Meng Chuan emerging, both were much more important than Fang Jianxing.

A thought flashed by, and suddenly a ripple of transparency and colorlessness appeared above the demon holding a sword and an umbrella.

The next moment, a powerful hand emerged from the void, lightning-fast, grabbing Fang Jianxing’s flag-wielding arm, and tearing forcefully!

Ahhhhh!

Fang Jianxing’s facial features twisted together, his heart-wrenching cries pierced the clouds.

He attempted to lift his right arm but felt nothing.

Looking in disbelief, his right arm and the Crimson Flag had vanished without a trace.

What was that?

Steel Burner wants to kill me?!

Run, run, run!

Turning around, making his move, black mist exploded in place.

In the mist, Meng Chuan’s original slightly tall stature appeared particularly imposing.

His right hand disposed of Fang Jianxing’s arm, storing the small flag in his waist badge.

With his left hand, he held Fang Jianxing’s neck tightly.

This time, if Fang Jianxing escaped again, his name would be written backwards!

Meng Chuan’s gaze was as sharp as a bone-scraping steel knife, his murderous intent evident.

Even calling Yin Tianshou wouldn’t help; whoever comes—Fang Jianxing must die!

Fang Jianxing realized he was stuck in place, his legs turned weak, continuously swallowing, but his throat was too tightly clamped to swallow down.

The familiar air mechanism behind was apparently not Steel Burner...

That was...

He couldn’t believe it!

Crunch, crunch...

Meng Chuan forced him to turn around and meet his gaze, Fang Jianxing felt like he had been doused in boiling water and thrown into the snow, completely cold!

Just one look at the figure full of charcoal blackness became his nightmare.

Even Purgatory’s chosen couldn’t match him!

How could this be?!

This young man, no matter how mysterious his thunder technique was, was ultimately limited to a single Divine Power; how could it battle against three Divine Powers?

Not to mention on talent.

One was a lowly ordinary human, the other hailed from the great world of the cosmos, the Demon Dragon Man of Purgatory Heaven!

How could Meng Chuan possibly achieve that?

At this moment, Fang Jianxing’s doubts were greater than the sky, even overshadowing the fear of death.

He knew he was going to die.

Whether it was the multiple crimes committed at Tong Family Lane, or driving Meng Chuan’s friend Liu Ru to death.

All these, begging for mercy in front of the opponent was useless, and he wouldn’t do it.

He’s completely inescapable now...

Fang Jianxing only wanted to be a ghost who understood what happened.

He had his ways.

Meanwhile, Chen Xin and Guyue, the two monks, saw the nearly roasted black figure appear.

Exhaled a breath, relaxed but also feeling a bit regretful.

The two monks feared the Demon Path followers would go all out, but feared Meng Chuan even more...

The fewer people who knew about the Shaolin Temple’s matters in the Dharma Realm, the better...

Seeing him appear, regardless of the thoughts in their heart, they couldn’t help but look up and greet with folded hands.

"Amitabha—Master Meng’s strength is extraordinary, skilled at capturing demons, having such talent is indeed a great fortune for the country!"

Chen Xin also started talking, hoping to say some beautiful words and see if Meng Chuan would return the Jade Pendant...

Meng Chuan couldn’t be bothered with the two old folks...

Only the acting Corps Commander showed a respectful demeanor; Meng Chuan’s surroundings’ air mechanism was so robust that he felt inferior.

Just now, the one flying the clouds and chasing the demon with thunder was indeed a powerful Martial Arts Master.