12dz Chapter 136 A Scene of Devastation
Chapter 136 A Scene of Devastation
The Cangmang Mountains are no stranger to Zhouning.
He climbed this famous mountain in the north twice.
The first time was to harvest the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, which involved a bloody battle with the giant serpent guarding it.
The second time was to search for the ancient Ganoderma lucidum, so he went deep into Death Valley and killed the black-scaled giant serpent.
Each time was a near-death experience, and each time it allowed his cultivation to advance even further.
This time, however, he will not be facing demonic beasts, but rather the rift of extraterrestrial demons.
It is hundreds of miles from Luoxia Town to Cangmang Mountain.
Zhou Ning and Han Wei traveled day and night, climbing towards the summit along the rugged mountain path.
The Cangmang Mountain is steep and densely forested, with clouds and mist swirling around it, giving it a mysterious aura.
But this time, the stench in the air was stronger than ever before, and the vegetation was withered and yellow, as if something had sucked away its life force.
Occasionally, a few birds would fly overhead, but they seemed to be in a panic, as if they were fleeing something terrible.
"Young Master Zhou, have you been to Cangmang Mountain before?" Han Wei asked as he climbed.
He still bore the scars from the battle of Luoxia Town, his left arm wrapped in bandages, but his steps remained steady, truly befitting the iron-blooded man of the Demon Suppression Division.
Zhou Ning nodded: "I've been here twice. Once to find a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, and once to find a ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. Both were for making medicine."
Han Wei laughed and said, "Young Master Zhou is indeed a genius. You found something that others might not be able to find in their entire lives with ease."
Zhou Ning shook his head: "Lord Han, you flatter me. Those were obtained by risking my life."
The two stopped talking and quickened their pace, climbing upwards.
The higher you go, the thicker the fog becomes, and the lower the visibility gets.
Zhou Ning poured his true essence into his eyes, activating his spiritual eyes, and barely managed to see the road ahead.
His divine sense had already spread out, covering an area of tens of thousands of feet in radius, carefully searching for traces of the crack.
"Found it." Zhou Ning suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"It's about five li ahead."
Han Wei gripped his long sword tightly, his expression grave.
The two continued forward, and after walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, an open space appeared ahead.
On the open ground, a huge black rift floated in mid-air, about ten zhang long and five zhang wide, like a giant vertical eye, coldly watching the human world.
Every single one of these cracks is exactly the same.
Around the crack, hundreds of dark figures were slowly wriggling.
They still don't have a fixed form; some look like people, some like beasts, and some like a cloud of smoke, emitting a low roar.
Unlike the shadows they had encountered before, these shadows were more solid, some even forming blurry human shapes, holding blades made of black mist in their hands.
"So many!" Han Wei gasped.
Zhou Ning gripped the Qingfeng Sword tightly and poured his Nascent Soul power into it.
The sword shone with a dazzling golden light, making it particularly eye-catching in the darkness.
"Lord Han, step back. I'll deal with them."
Han Wei shook his head: "I can't let you take the risk alone. There are too many of these shadowy figures; you can't handle them all by yourself."
Zhou Ning thought for a moment and said, "Then you guard the back for me and don't let the shadowy figure escape. I'll deal with the rift."
Han Wei nodded, retreated behind a large rock, raised his long sword, and warily surveyed his surroundings.
Zhou Ning took a deep breath, and with a flash, rushed into the group of shadows!
"cut!"
A massive golden sword aura shot out from the tip of the sword, like a golden dragon, heading straight for the group of shadowy figures.
With his mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation fully activated, the golden sword energy, imbued with righteous indignation, naturally countered the dark figure.
Wherever the sword energy passed, the dark figures screamed in agony and vanished into black smoke.
But there were too many shadows, pouring out of the cracks endlessly.
Zhou Ning unleashed sword strike after sword strike, golden sword energy weaving into a net in the air, slaying the approaching shadows one by one.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the nascent soul power within his body was being rapidly depleted, but he dared not stop.
"This can't go on."
Zhou Ning gritted his teeth and took out the jade slip containing the "Transformation Technique" from his bosom.
He hesitated for a moment, but still put the jade slip away.
He didn't want to use this secret technique unless absolutely necessary.
He concentrated his true energy at the tip of his sword and unleashed the ultimate move of the "Demon Slayer Technique".
A dazzling golden light shone from the Qingfeng Sword.
The light grew stronger and brighter, like a small sun, dispelling all the surrounding darkness.
He poured all his power from the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm into this sword strike.
"cut!"
A massive golden sword aura shot out from the tip of the sword, heading straight for the crack!
The sword energy struck the crack, producing a deafening explosion.
The crack trembled violently, and the black mist at its edges began to dissipate.
The crack began to shrink, ten zhang, nine zhang, eight zhang...
Just then, a sharp hiss came from deep within the crack.
A giant black hand emerged from the crack and slammed towards Zhou Ning!
The hand was about two zhang in size, with long, slender fingers and nails as black as ink, exuding a strong aura of death.
The air seemed to freeze wherever his palm touched.
"It's that move again!" Zhou Ning's expression changed, and he quickly raised his sword to block.
"boom!"
The palm struck the sword, sending Zhou Ning flying. He crashed into a large tree and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Several small cracks appeared on the Qingfeng sword, and the tiger's mouth was numb from the shock.
"Young Master Zhou!" Han Wei exclaimed in surprise, trying to rush over, but he was entangled by several dark figures and couldn't break free.
Zhou Ning struggled to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He stared at the black hand, his eyes filled with rage.
"Extraterrestrial demons... do you think this will stop me?"
He concentrated all his Nascent Soul power at the tip of the sword and unleashed the "Demon Slayer Technique" once again.
A golden light, even more dazzling than before, shone from the Qingfeng Sword.
The light grew stronger and brighter, illuminating the entire mountaintop as if it were daytime.
"cut!"
A massive golden sword aura shot out from the sword tip and collided with the black palm.
"boom!"
The two forces collided, unleashing a deafening roar.
The rocks at the top of the mountain began to collapse, and rubble fell down.
The seal at the edge of the crack flickered violently, and the crack began to contract rapidly.
The black palm, unable to withstand the impact of the golden sword energy, was finally shattered, turning into countless black fragments that dissipated into the air.
An angry roar came from the depths of the crack, then gradually subsided.
The crack has finally closed completely.
Zhou Ning sheathed his sword, slumped to the ground, and gasped for breath.
Large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his nascent soul power was almost exhausted, and his arms were trembling slightly.
The cracks on the Qingfeng sword had increased, and it was almost broken.
Han Wei rushed over and helped him up: "Young Master Zhou, are you alright?"
Zhou Ning shook her head: "It's nothing. I'm just a little tired."
Han Wei looked at him, his eyes full of admiration: "Young Master Zhou, you are the bravest person I have ever met."
Zhou Ning smiled wryly: "Lord Han, you flatter me. I just did what I was supposed to do."
He stood up and looked around.
The mountaintop was a scene of devastation, littered with rubble and black fragments.
Those shadowy figures had been wiped out, with only a few clinging to life, but they were quickly killed by Han Wei.
"Let's go," Zhou Ning said.
"Go back and rest."
The two left Cangmang Mountain and returned to Luoxia Town.